English Pub Landlady Ep. 06

It was one of those English autumnal days, you just think that the old country is slipping slowly into winter and then she hits you with a few really hot sunny days.
Harry was off playing golf. No, I still don't get it.
I was relaxing in the garden when the first stirrings of my medical condition buzzed in my knickers. I thought, "I don't want to be in the village when it takes me over completely. God knows who I might have to get to put out the fire."
I got into the car and drove. Fortunately, there was a carpark, about ten minutes away, that was famous locally as a haunt for people looking for casual sex. And today that was me. The more casual the better.
When I got there I could only see one other car so I parked right next to it. No point in being subtle. As I pulled alongside a smartly dressed youngman in a suit got out. I think he thought that I'd come there for some stimulating conversation because he started to tell me he was a Rep for a Fire Extinguisher company. I know, but I assure you it was pure coincidence.
Before he could tell me his life story I undid his trousers and made sure that his cock was rigid. I made him sit in the passenger seat of his car with his legs facing outwards. Hitching my skirt up, I pulled my drawers to one side. Then I sat on his lap and impaled my minge on this prick. He put his hands on my hips and helped me bob up and down. He came pretty quickly but I just kept my rhythm going even though he was trying to push me off him. Some men are funny like that; when they've had enough they've really had enough.
When I stood up he said, "That bloody hurt."
As I turned around he was holding his cock gingerly. As well as appearing wet and sticky, as I expected, it had quite a vivid scarlet line down one side. Maybe I hadn't pulled knickers out of the way as much as Antalya Escort I thought.
"Oh, sorry!" I said.
I started to doddle back to my car but I noticed that there was a van parked a little further off. It must have arrived while I was getting my prescription filled. Two men were sitting in the front and had been watching the show.
The carpet fitters got out (How do I know? It was written on the side of the van, silly!). They came towards me both unbuttoning their jeans. One of them bent me over and pulled my drawers down past my knees; after what happened to the man in the suit he was obviously practising safe sex. He slipped his cock in me while the other guy put his dick in my mouth.
They quickly had a rhythm going. Pushing and pulling me back and forth. I was really enjoying it. As I always say, at my age, any attention from young men is welcome. I think that they must have been football fans because they changed ends at half-time. Their generous donation of spunk was just what I needed to put out my fire. Evidently, they were there most lunch times if I ever needed sorting out again. Very kind of them.
I guess that the man in the suit must have gone off to get medical assistance but I didn't see him go.
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When I got back to the pub I resumed my position in the garden. I poured myself a long gin and tonic.
I was contemplating the state of my knickers, some women can't abide spunk left up them, but I'm not one of them. I thought I would shower before changing that evening.
Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the side door of the pub.
I thought, "It can't be Rita, I didn't see her but I'm sure that the bar has been cleaned already today. If Harry's forgotten his keys again I'll shoot him."
I opened the garden gate and peered around to find a young Antalya Escort Bayan woman standing by the door. I say young, she was about forty with short dark greasy looking curly hair. She had spectacles with thick black rims. The sack dress she was wearing was made from a material that I suspected she had woven herself from wool she had found in the hedgerow. The pair of Galilee Water Waders she had on her feet just about finished off the academic hippie look.
She had a pretty face, with red lipstick, and she may well have had a decent figure but, if so, she was hiding it well under that hideous dress.
"We're closed," I shouted.
"You don't understand, I'm looking for the landlady," she said.
"That's me but we're still closed," I replied curtly.
"You don't understand. I'm Doctor Imogen Barnes," she shouted back.
"No one called a doctor. There's nobody sick here," I barked at her.
I didn't think she would be interested in my medical condition.
"You don't understand. I have a PhD."
"Well that's what happens when you sleep around," I snapped. I can do ignorance when I need to.
"No, you don't understand, I'm a researcher at the Dorset County Museum."
"What's that got to do with me?"
If she told me that I didn't understand one more time I was going to clock her one.
"I know about the Yew Tree Farm Hoss," she said smugly.
I was stunned. Since I'd put it in my safety deposit box I hadn't given the book much thought.
I didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then my my first reaction was to suggest that she fucked off. But then I didn't know what she knew. It was obvious that she knew something but what? I was intrigued.
"You had better come in," I said, opening the gate wide.
As she entered I pointed to one of the Escort Antalya garden chairs and she sat down.
I could see her looking at my G giving girth precedence over length.
I thought, "That's got to be better for all concerned."
Geoffrey looked a bit lost waggling his old man up and down. It wasn't that small but compared with the farm boys he was going to struggle.
I whispered in his ear, "Are youl OK at the back?"
"Oh yes," he said, "I've been dreaming about something like this for years. I always dreamed I'd be last."
"This isn't strictly authentic but I want you to do something for me. When it's your turn, if you find it a bit sloppy, I want you to put your prick in Imogen's bum hole and fuck her. Is that clear?"
"Could I? Wouldn't she mind?"
"Listen, Geoffrey, in here her ass belongs to me. I don't care what she minds, OK? She won't even know it's you."
"If you say so," he said.
I suspected that this may have been a long held dream of his too.
I went back to The Hoss and for a moment I thought I could hear it purring. Then it occurred to me that Imogen had been fully warmed up and was ready for action.
I put on Harry's Wheater cloak and pulled the hood over my head. I called out, "OK boys, masks on."
Gesturing to Ted to come forward, I moved back a few paces so that I could enjoy the view.
Ted took great delight giving Mrs Bossy Drawers, as he calls her, his very best attention. For an old fellow he slammed it into her pretty well. Imogen made appreciative noises which only encouraged him more.
As Ted flopped out of her and stepped back, I thought, "You really don't know what's coming your way Madam."
The first of my well hung farm boys got into position. Ted had been the pathfinder but this guy was the big guns. As he slipped her the first length, I could hear Imogen gasp with surprise. He didn't stand on ceremony, he just went for it, pumping her like a piston engine. I guess these boys didn't get a lot of nooky because he was like a thirsty man at an oasis. He got rid of months of pent up frustration.