Dales Retreat Johns Return

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it, Mica xx Yorkshire England

I drove down the track and parked in the farm entrance opposite the bus stop. Jacob's farm as I now knew it to be. The bus was never exactly to schedule out here in the middle of nowhere, so I always got there a little ahead of time, especially in wet weather, but as it happened today was dry. The bus pulled up about five minutes late, so not too long a wait. I got out and greeted and hugged John as he came from around the back of the bus.

"Hello stranger," I said, my lips hovering near his.

"It's been ages," he said as his lips closed the distance and we made proper contact. The embrace was warm, and I wondered what he would make of the changes. I hadn't told him that I now owned the cottage. He put his bag on the back seat and then got into the front passenger seat and put his seatbelt on before winding his window all the way down.

"I love the smell of the country air Meesh," he said as we trundled at a reasonable 10mph along the track to my cottage, I could go faster, but then I wouldn't be able to stop if any wild creature appeared in front, or control a slip on wet or dewy days. Anyway, what's the hurry? Time moves differently around here.

I pulled up at the cottage and then reversed around to the side. John got out and grabbed his bag.

"Something looks different," he said.

"Come on in, let's get a cup of tea and then we can go and sit out back by the beck."

"Okay," he said. I let him walk through the door first.

"Wow. It's all different."

"Yes. The cottage changed hands, and the new owner has made a few changes."

"A proper cooker, I see, and I noticed the downstairs loo had changed and had a washbasin too, that must have been interesting logistics."

"I guess, that was probably down to a plumber. The Electrics have been redone, there is a new fuse box or what ever you call it. Apparently the regulations changed a few months ago, and the owner decided to sell rather than make all the changes for something that hardly ever got let. Apparently it was mostly me that rented."

"Lucky you, lucky that the new owner still lets you stay."

"Well I could hardly say no to me could I?"

He looked at me and then roared in laughter. "You? You bought it."

"Yes. It is difficult to let as it has no mains water, or gas, or sewage, and poor WiFi, so he decided to sell. We negotiated a price, less than I expected, and that gave me some funds to do the works. The only difficulty is getting deliveries, most companies won't drive up my track and will only deliver to the end. Luckily I have met the local farmer, Jacob, and he is quite helpful, he will put stuff on his trailer and bring it up here if I need."

"Wow, you have been busy."

"Well Mik helped with a lot, and he will come up here occasionally, it will be brilliant when he wants to do some Uni work, so few distractions." I knew that to be absolutely untrue.

"I think it looks fab, well done you, and good job on keeping the secret."

"It wasn't easy, I have so wanted to get you up here, but I wanted to get it finished first, and make sure everything worked. Right, I'll put the kettle on. You can have a wander round if you like whilst it boils. Tea I assume, English or Lapsang?"

"Okay, yes, oh, tea, whatever you're having." He wandered off, had a closer look at the downstairs loo, and then into the front room. A little later as I was getting the milk from the fridge, I heard him walking around upstairs. He came back down as I finished the tea.

"You have done a brilliant job, well done. You have mixed the new and the old very well, a real fusion of practicality and old charm."

"Thank you, that is exactly what I wanted to do. Grab your tea, and let's go and sit by the beck."

We grabbed our teas and went out to the back and sat on the chairs by the beck.

"Good afternoon Elvina, Good afternoon Fay," I said, "this is my good friend John."

John looked at me as if I were mad. The air above the beck shimmied and Fay appeared, her clothing defying science and gravity as always. And then Elvina emerged flying around John and then me. John looked at me, his mouth open.

"Is this a trick?" He asked, "some new techie thing you have hidden in the ground."

"No John, this is no trick."

"But what?"

"Well you remember me telling you of the Cottingley Faeries? You didn't believe me, I know you didn't, well Elvina and Fay are their cousins. Now tell me that you don't believe me."

"Hello John," Fay said as she flew around him and then darted in and kissed him on his lips.

"John tastes good Elvina," Fay said as she flew to me and kissed me hard on my lips, her hand fleetingly up my dress, Elvina was making herself at home on John's Lap. Fay was flying around my face, darting her groin towards my lips, my, her aroma, it was intoxicating, it was as if it were Arabian OUD mixed with English Lavender, and how she managed to fly with her legs either side of my head and her fanny in my face was beyond me.

Eventually the girls left us be and shimmered away to their own realm. John turned to me, his face wet with the juices of Elvina and his dick soft in his lap.

"Just what the actual?" He said, looking a little shell shocked.

"Let's go in and have another cup of Tea J," I said, standing and heading into the house.

John would be a moment longer as he had some decorum to re-establish. I didn't mind, he could walk around naked for all I cared. I filled the kettle and turned it on, I supposed I ought to light the AGA, but with the electric shower for washing ourselves, the only thing I needed hot water for was for washing up, and I could do that with the kettle.

John came in just as I was pouring the hot water into the mugs. I smiled at him and we took our Teas to the sofa in the front room.

"I don't get it." He said as he sat down almost spilling his tea before leaning over and putting it on the side table, and then sinking into the sofa. "How come no one knows about them?"

"They are very secretive. If they didn't want you to see them, you wouldn't."

"Why are they so, er, sexual?"

"Aren't we? Why shouldn't they be?"

"Will they bother us in the house?"

"No, not unless we ask them to. They seem to relish sexual contact, but prefer it on their turf, that is to say outdoors. They have come indoors, but there is a lot of iron in houses, and they don't like iron."

"Oh. Okay. Just wow really, I honestly thought that they were mythical."

"Indeed so do most people, but I didn't, I had seen them at Cottingley, I knew they were real. I also know that you don't want to cross them."

"What happens if you do?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to find out."

"Okay. Have you got any glad rags with you?"

"In terms of what?"

"Should we go out for a meal?"

"Oh, that would be nice, anywhere in mind?"

"Nearest pub that does food would work, of course it means you driving if you don't mind."

"No of course not. Do you want a shower first?"

"I ought to after my encounter with the faeries."

We both showered and I dressed. Mid length red and blue dress, a pale red bra and suspender belt, no knickers, hate knickers, and a pair of silk stockings, and some flatties, I save heels for posher occasions.

I hadn't really explored the local area but I did think there was a pub about a mile away, so I headed for that.

"The Brown Cow," I said, "do you want to nip in, see if it looks ok, if so give me a wave and I'll park up."

"Okay."

He got out of the car and went inside. A few minutes later he came back out and gave a thumbs up. I parked and locked the car and went to join him.

"There is a table in the corner, I could sit in the corner looking at all the people, and you could sit opposite me gazing at my face. That way you will remain mostly obscured, as is your preference."

"Perfect," I said, he seems to know me so well.

He went up to the bar and brought back some menus. "What would you like to drink?" He asked.

"Elderflower Pressé if they have one, otherwise an apple juice."

As he was at the bar ordering our drinks, I looked at the menu. Pretty standard pub fair, I decided I would have the crab croquettes with sweet chilli sauce, then I would have Ribeye steak with truffle chips and a pepper sauce. Pretty usual pub fare, it would be fine I was sure. So pleased to see that the menu wasn't stupidly long, at least with a smaller number of options, it was probable that the quality was good.

John came back with the drinks and looked at the menu.

"Oh, whitebait I think and then I think I will have the sea bass and scallops."

The server came over and we gave our orders, and John asked for a jug of tap water for the table. About fifteen minutes for the starter she said.

"Well now," John said, "do you know how many people there are in this pub, not staff, patrons?"

I hadn't really taken much notice when we came in, could be any number."

"I don't know, ten?"

"Three. Us and a chap at the bar who is drinking his daily beer. He comes in every day and orders a beer, sits and the bar, sups and then is gone. Has done that all his adult life."

"Oh, okay, not popular then?"

"Oh it is, the barman said it will be heaving later, there is a pub quiz in the other bar at around seven thirty and the place gets rammed, in here too."

"Oh good, I should hate to discover a pub and then it close down due to lack of trade."

"Bit too far to walk, I suppose Jacob could bring you here with his tractor and trailer."

"Now that would be fun, I would need a cushion to sit on though, his trailer has no springs."

John laughed and then leant forward, and he took my hand. "This is rather pleasant," he said and then I realised his other hand was on my knee. Oh I say. I gave him a look and smiled.

"Yes, it is, really nice. I like the look of the pub too, looks friendly."

"Yes, a good find."

We chatted, about a lot of things but not the elephant in the room. We did not discuss Fay or Elvina. I think John was still coming to terms with mythical creatures not being actually mythical. His hand travelled further and encountered my stocking tops and suspenders.

"Oh goodness Meesh, what can I say?"

"You don't need to say anything, later, however, I am hoping for deeds more than words."

"Oh, are you now, and what deeds might they be?"

"Well I am certainly not going to tell you and if you don't know by now, well, all I can say is that if I haven't screamed before I go to sleep, you're probably on the sofa."

"Oh, I see. So if I stab you in the shower, is that the right sort of screaming, as in Psycho?"

"Hardly."

"Oh, okay, I shall give it some thought, I may google 'how to make a woman scream.'"

"Can I just say that if you don't know by now, then I fear that there is no hope for you."

John moved his hand off my leg and then a moment later the server spoke.

"Your starters. Do you want anything else? Drinks refreshing perhaps?"

I shook my head and John told her all was fine and that we would refresh our drinks when our mains were served. I didn't get to see much of her, I would say she was probably a teenager earning some going out money. Good for her.

My crab croquettes were really nice, the chilli sauce also good, not too sweet, not too spicy.

"I used to have a lot of whitebait, and then somebody told me that they are just baby fish, so I didn't order it again."

"Oh," said John, "they are not caught wild, they are reared for consumption, like lamb, or suckling pig where you might have baby back ribs." Virtually everything is farmed in the UK, it is the only way to meet the regulations. Even game birds are reared and then released on the day of the shoot. There is virtually no wild food any more."

"Oh. Okay, I may try it one day then. I didn't know that."

I finished my croquettes and put my knife and fork together and leant back taking a draught of my pressé. Some of John's whitebait seemed to be trying to escape, but he rounded them up.

"Good?" I asked.

"Very," he answered. I must be honest, they did look really good. Perhaps next time.

The server collected our plates and we refreshed our drinks. Minutes later she returned with my Ribeye and John's seabass. One mouthful in and I knew that pub was a keeper. My steak was thick and yet I could have used a butter knife, it was so tender and the taste was sublime. John was devouring his seabass and obviously enjoying it.

We shared some cheese and biscuits and I was delighted that they included Shropshire Blue, much nicer than stilton in my view, creamier and softer on the palate. All in all a really excellent meal, this was a pub that I would definitely be coming back to. As we walked out to the car John caught me and spun me, pushing me against the wall. His lips pressed against mine and the kiss that ensued was full of passion. I expected his hand up my dress, but no, it was just a passionate kiss, and I think liked that.

The journey back to the cottage was easy, so little traffic on these country roads, and then the slow trundle up my lane. Once home we quickly went inside, the sky was troubled and thunder was forecast, and it could start to pour it down any second.

"Coffee?" I asked.

"Please."

I boiled the kettle and whisked a little double cream just to thicken it some. I made the coffee in my special coffee glasses, poured a measure of brandy into the bottom, and then added the thickened cream to the top. Perfect.

"Oh goodness, is there no limit to your skills, artful coffee, gosh." John said as I carried the coffees into the front room.

"Well, you know, always a good ending after a good meal I think."

"It was an excellent meal. It is so good to eat somewhere that isn't in a chain where they simply heat up meals prepared elsewhere."

"Oh gosh yes. Definitely a pub I shall use again."

I leant into John's shoulder and hugged my coffee, sipping through the cream gave a cold and hot sensation, and then a little bite from the brandy. Perfect.

"Did I dream earlier? Was I so hypnotised by your beauty that I hallucinated?"

"No John, that food was really that good."

"Nitwit. You know when I am talking about, earlier, by the beck."

"Oh, well, I don't know, what do you think was a hallucination?"

"Elvina and Fay."

"Who are they?"

"You are teasing me."

"Yes, yes I am."

"They are real?"

"Oh yes, very, and I like that they kind of guard things for me when I am not here. I don't know what they can do, but I imagine it is not good for bad people."

"That is, rather they are, something that I never ever expected to encounter."

"No, me either."

"Your son, he knows of them?"

I laughed, "oh yes,"

"And were they, you know, sexual with him."

"Oh my goodness, were they ever."

"Bloody Nora Meesh."

"He's a big boy and can look after himself John."

"Yeah, I know, but watching your son have sex just seems odd."

I wasn't going to tell him that Mik and I had sex later, no that would be something too far for John. I finished my coffee.

"Why are we sitting downstairs talking about sex?"

"Well, er, perhaps instead of being upstairs?"

"Exactly. This woman, like time, waits for no man."

I stood, latched the front door and headed up, John following closely behind. As I entered the bedroom John held me and turned me to face him.

"Let me," he said as he kissed me and undid my dress, sliding it down until it fell to the floor. I stood in his arms in my bra, suspender belt and stockings and I felt so sexy, it had been a lovely evening and my desires were high. I stepped back and undid the buttons of his shirt, pulling it open and rubbed my hands on his chest, tweaking his tiny man nipples before going down and undoing his belt. I slipped to my knees, undid his zip and pulled his trousers and jockeys down in one go, his dick springing up as it was released from its confines.

I held his balls in my left hand, rolling them with my fingers, leant forward and sucked his dick into my mouth, hot soft skin covering his hard ready for business inner. A drop of moisture at the end soon devoured with my tongue. After a few moments shagging his dick with my mouth, he pulled me up and kissed me and pushed me back to the bed.

As I lay back his tongue found my valley and explored within, my inner lips curling around his tongue as he sought my clitoris.

"Aah," I murmured as his tongue found its target and electrics built in my groin, my pressures increasing. I felt a finger circling my entrance, a delicious tickle and then it passed my opening and was inside me. Oh such a fabulous feeling having someone else inside my body, I could feel it move, its wiggles, it crooked, every movement finding a sensitive spot inside, adding to my pressures, building up my electrics.

I lay back, the sensations all encompassing, I was in what I imagined heaven must feel like, totally overwhelmed with pleasures. My fingers were scrunching up the quilt, my feet pressed my heels into the floor, my head tipped back, my nipples pointed at the ceiling. I was close.

I pulled at his head, "enough John," I said, "let's get into bed."

Regretfully from the pleasure moment, he stopped and pulled away and started removing the last of his clothes. I stood and flipped the quilt back, sheets are easier to wash, and lay back on the bed, still in my stockings. John knelt between my legs and ran his hands up and down my legs.

"These feel like silk Meesh,' He said.

"They are John, pure silk. For special occasions with special people."

"I am glad I am one of them."

I was quiet, I didn't need to reassure him, he knew he was special to me. He kissed my legs from toe to stocking top, a strange sensation because my stockings were between my legs and his mouth, almost making his kisses feel remote. He undid the suspenders and then slowly rolled my stockings down, one at a time, pulling them over my feet, leaving me naked bar my suspenders. He rolled my to one side, flicked at the catch, and then I was naked, my suspender belt joining my stocking at the side of the bed.

He moved up and straddled me, his desire hard and ready. I reached down and held his dick and aimed it at the sweet spot. He slowly sank, his dick penetrating where his finger had been, wider than his finger, longer than his finger, touching every part of my inner. The tickles, the electrics, the pressures all increased as he filled me. I am a woman and I can tell you that there is no better feeling, a man inside your body, his dick filling you, opening you, reaching your depth.

He pressed for a while then slowly flexed his hips and partially withdrew. I could feel the emptiness where he had pulled back, the anticipation of him refilling me was almost intoxicating. Slowly, so slowly, he pushed back in, his foreskin rolling back to reveal his dickhead, its rim acting like a squeegee at the end of my inside.

Back again, this time quicker, and then a fast fill, I grunted as he bottomed inside me, my breath held and my anticipations were fulfilled as he began a steady shag. My arms were around him and my fingers in his back, fingernails digging in, I knew he would recover. Faster he went, slap after slap of his belly against mine, my grunts in time and my breaths just gasps inwards.

My pressures were building up to blowing, my electrics sizzling and fizzing, I knew I was close, so close. John pressed deep and held and I felt the first of his spurts, but no more, that had been the catalyst and my orgasm erupted, exploding through my body, electrics through my body, why couldn't he feel them, it was so strong, surely he must?

My back arched off the bed, I screamed my orgasm release, and then, in a moment, my body relaxed and I slumped back down. John above me, smiling, bent down and kissed me before rolling to the side, his dick leaving me and leaving a snail's trail across my thigh. A good one, a very good one. A great way to finish a wonderful evening.