Chapter 2. Jason. (July 2009.)
The second experience I'm going to relate is a bit more up to date having occurred two and a half years ago.
Jason was a hitchhiker I picked up one day while driving back from a distant town. He was heading for a friends house some 30 miles or so short of my own destination.
Despite the age difference, Jason was in his early 20's and half my age, I was encouraged by the frequent and blatant looks he gave my legs. I had instinctively hitched my skirt higher before he climbed in the car and was aware that the darker mesh of my stocking tops would be visible to his eyes. It didn't seem as if Jason was going to make a move though and with a familiar lay-by coming up I turned into it.
"I need a break to stretch my legs." I told him. "Coming?"
I pointed to the stile which I knew from past experience led to a path beside the narrow spinney visible to our right.
"O.K." Jason replied diffidently, perhaps not realising the opportunity that presented itself.
That or he thought me too old and wasn't interested, a thought I hastily banished from my mind. I was soon disabused of the thought anyway when Jason placed his hand on my bottom, ostensibly to assist me over the stile! At that I sent him back to the car for the rug I keep on the rear seats.
"Perhaps do a spot of sunbathing." I explained.
We walked along the edge of the field, scaring a pheasant which flew up noisily just in front of us. It was hot, sunny, the bids were whistling and I was feeling randy. At the next stile I pretended to have difficulty climbing it, a difficulty which necessitated hiking my skirt high up my thighs to negotiate the top rung. Jason, who up into then had seemed subdued, again placed his hand on my bottom to help me over but this time under my skirt. Feeling his hand on my panties I knew then that the day would turn out well.
At the end of the next field there's a secluded dip in the ground I know well and it was here that I suggestive stopping for a spot of sunbathing.
"Fine by me." Jason said, dropping his T-shirt on the grass and kicking his shoes off.
"I don't want my skirt to get creased." I told him unzipping it.