On the last day of each month, instead of regular instructions I will be writing a short story for you. Eventually, I will look at combining short stories with instructions each week to create fantasies which you can masturbate to but for now, these remain a regular story.
This story describes a fantasy happening to you, where you and your male partner leave for a getaway out in the countryside. It’s playful and genuine, rather than raunchy and over-explicit. I hope you enjoy.
In the future, all stories will be written as if spoken to you about events happening to you. They will vary in the type of relationship, whether that’s heterosexual, homosexual or group scenes.
A Quaint Village Weekend
You and your partner have decided to go on holiday to the countryside, leaving mid-morning to avoid the early rush. He is dressed in jeans and a sweater whilst you’re wearing a plain pastel skirt and a top. It’s May; Spring changing to Summer, and it’s warm when the sun is out but gets chilly the moment the clouds appear.
You get on the train and it’s fairly empty, with only a few people dotted throughout the carriage. After storing your luggage, you pick the corner seats opposite the storage rack and next to the door. There are no seats in line with yours but there is an empty pair in front.
The journey is fairly long and half an hour in, the ticket checker walks by, as does the food vendor. You both fall asleep and wake up about two-thirds of the way into the journey. There are only around 45 minutes of the journey left and you’ve passed the final stop before yours, yet, the carriage is still quite empty. Both half asleep, your partner kisses your forehead, which is leaning on his shoulder. You perk up a little, leaning in to kiss him. His hand is already on your leg and he starts caressing it gently, moving his free hand to your face and running his thumb over your cheek as you kiss a little more deeply.
You kiss for a while longer, getting increasingly passionate, and his hand starts to roam further up your thigh, brushing your skirt aside. You stop kissing him for a moment when he’s only an inch or two away from touching your underwear. You laugh at him and kiss his neck, whispering that he’s being inappropriate. He laughs too and responds by skipping the next couple of inches and running his finger gently between your legs, over your clit. You visibly relax and let your head rest on his shoulder as he continues, letting his free hand tuck your hair behind your ear before resting it on the back of your neck.
He kisses your head and slowly start to increase pressure on your clit, watching your breathing get heavier. After another minute, he lets his hand drift up, slipping into the waistband of your underwear and then you laugh again, slowly moving his hand out from under your skirt before kissing him gently, telling him he’ll have to wait till later. You relax and chat for the last half an hour of the journey before arriving.
The quaint village you have decided to stay in has an old vibe to it. The station is built from large, rough stone bricks making it a little cold but once outside, the sun is shining it’s a lot more pleasant.
Your trip is more of a weekend getaway and so you only have hand luggage with you. Getting off the train, your partner takes your hand and pauses to kiss you on the cheek as you walk. You smile at him as you step outside. It’s around 11:30am and your Airbnb is a short walk from the station, a little outside of the village’s centre, tucked away in the countryside.
You set off, quickly breaking out of the other old stone properties and onto hedge-bordered country roads. There are rolling hills everywhere you look, with the odd cottage or house dotted amongst the landscape. One of those is yours.
You arrive, presented with a small but homely stone building, half-covered in ivy but full of charm. You planned the trip so you’re the one in contact with the Airbnb host – they’ve left the key in a lockbox. Your partner lets go of your hand, running his fingertips down the small of your back, brushing over your ass as you unlock the box holding the key. He kisses your neck as you fetch the key out. You pause to admire how quiet it is as his hand moves to your side and squeezes gently, caressing that space between your ass and your hips. He can feel your underwear through your skirt and uses his thumb to pull at the waistband teasingly.
After you’ve grabbed the key you open the door and head inside, exploring the rooms downstairs. It’s small but nice.
There’s a rustically styled lounge to match the stonework aesthetic. The sofa is large and worn but still looks comfortable, with a large fur blanket covering its length. A small metal fireplace stands between the sofa and the television, wood and firelighters to the side.
The kitchen-diner is well-equipped. Clean, minimalist countertops cover three walls with a heavy wooden table and sturdy chairs in the middle. As you walk past, your partner grabs your hand, pulling you back into a long kiss. Both of you drop your bags and you bring your hands to his face, kissing him more deeply. He let his hands explore your back, squeezing you tightly before resting on your hips, guiding you so that your ass is resting up against the table.
Your hands leave his face as you lift yourself onto the table, your partner’s fingers lifting the hem of your skirt slightly so that you have more freedom to move. You grab his waist and spread your legs, pulling him into you as you kiss more deeply. He runs his fingers through your hair before pulling on it gently and you raise your head, letting him kiss down your cheek and neck before moving back up, biting your earlobe playfully before he returns to your lips.
Your kissing is frantic now and your partner tucks his arms underneath your thighs, letting his hands rest on your side. Pulling you to the edge of the table, he gently grinds into you, ensuring you can feel how hard he is against your clit. You grind back, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep balance before lifting your head and moaning quietly, giving him another opportunity to kiss and bite your neck.
After another minute of kissing, your partner steps back and pulls you off the table. You start kissing him again and he bunches your skirt up in his hands before spinning you around so that you are facing the table with your back against his chest. He wraps an arm around you, holding you against him as you lean your head back and rest it on his shoulder. Simultaneously, his free hand runs down your chest, gently massaging one of your breasts through your top before moving further. You moan a little as he touches the little bit of bare skin between your underwear and the waistband of your skirt, now visible since he bunched up the fabric. You moan again as his fingers brush over your underwear and your clit, repeatedly teasing you as he runs them up and down between your legs.
Your partner slaps your clit lightly and your hand, resting on the back of his neck, squeezes gently as you gasp. You relax again once his fingers slip inside your underwear. He kisses your neck and agonisingly slowly lets his fingers move closer to your clit, diverting them either side of your pussy at the last moment. You moan loudly and push your hips outwards as he spreads your labia before abruptly stopping, resting his middle finger against your skin, just above your clit. After a few seconds like this, you moan again in frustration and turn your head, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He lets your labia relax for a few seconds before spreading them again and you moan into his mouth, thrusting your hips in desperation. After repeating this once more, he pulls his hand out from your underwear having not touched you at all. You sigh as he breaks away from the kiss and lets your skirt fall back into place, repeating your words from the train and telling you that you’ll have to wait till later. You laugh and whine a little, smoothing your skirt before composing yourself.
You pick up your bags and go to explore the other rooms upstairs. The bathroom is fairly large and luxurious with a walk-in shower. Your partner reminds you that the shower could probably fit two and you smirk, suggesting that maybe you should try it now as you lean in to kiss him and teasingly brush your hand over his cock, feeling how hard he is. Your partner laughs a little in response and kisses you back, visibly relaxing as you touch him. Before he can get too lost in the sensation, you step back with a mischievous look on your face, stating that it’s a little early for a shower as you head to the next room.
The bedroom is medium-sized and continues the rustic theme with a view overlooking the rolling hills. There is a four-poster queen-sized bed made from hazelnut-coloured wood dominating one end, with a few chairs and a dressing table on the other. The sheets are a crisp white, matched by a small white rug at the foot of the bed.
As your partner takes a look around, you head to the window. It’s large and made up of six clear panes. He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing gently. You lean into him, tilting your head up so that he can kiss you.
Again, your partner lets his hand slip under your skirt and gently runs his fingers over your thighs. You breathe a little heavier, still turned on from earlier, and steady yourself against the window frame as his fingers reach your clit again. He starts slow, making gentle circles over your underwear until he can feel how wet you are through them. He starts to describe what he’s going to do to you in detail, explaining exactly how he’s going to let his fingers slip inside you and bring you to the brink before stopping, teasing you so that you can cum on his cock later in the day.
You moan quietly in response, your body shaking slightly as he slips his hand into your underwear again, spreading your labia and letting one of his fingers trace a line up your pussy as gently as possible. He keeps repeating this agonisingly gentle touching, his free hand brushing your hair away from your neck so that he can kiss you more easily. He starts to ask you questions, coaxing you into admitting exactly what you crave until you’re asking him to slide inside you.
You’ve been in front of the window for five minutes or so. He pulls his hand away and tells you to lift and hold your skirt up for him. You obey, just as the first stranger you see walks into view through the window. They are walking away from you and as your partner pulls your underwear down, you debate whether to stop him and move to the bed. Your thoughts are broken before you can decide as his hand returns to your clit and your legs instinctively part, giving him better access.
He teases the entrance to your pussy with one of his fingers as his other hand plays with your clit and you moan loudly, letting go of your skirt with one hand so that you can lean on the window frame for support. He spanks you once in response, telling you to continue holding your skirt up. You ignore him – the finger teasing your entrance makes it difficult to think straight as you thrust your hips forward, begging him to push it inside you. For not moving your hand back to your skirt, he slaps your clit instead of spanking you and repeats the instruction. You obey tentatively, returning to a position with your legs spread in front of the window, holding up your skirt so that he can play with you.
Your partner rewards you by pushing two fingers inside you slowly, his other hand playing with your clit. You moan deeply and rock your hips against his fingers. He asks what it is you say when you’re rewarded and you correctly reply with thank you. In response, he lets his fingers start moving inside you at the same pace that he is touching your clit. You groan, struggling to keep your hands in place whilst he plays with you, getting closer and closer to the edge.
Your partner stops whilst you’re on the brink and you whine in frustration again. He checks if anyone is in sight of the window and notices the person you had seen is now out of sight; then, he tells you to bend over with your hands on the windowsill. You quickly obey and hear him undoing his belt. He pulls his jeans down slightly, revealing how hard he is, before letting his cock slide between your legs but not inside you. The head of his cock rubs against your clit, your wetness making the movement smooth.
You sigh as you feel him against you, gently pushing back to try and grind your clit against his cock. You continue like this for a moment, your eyes closed, bent over in front of the window pushing back against him. He tells you to close your legs for him, adding more friction for both of you and eliciting a few moans. He stops to grab some lube and then stands next to you, still bent over. He uses one hand to grab your hair, pulling it, arching your back and forcing you to look outside as he slides two fingers back inside you, this time covered in lube. You moan and after a few seconds, he changes two fingers to three, leaving them at the entrance to your pussy so that you can push back yourself and enjoy the gentle stretching sensation at your own pace.
With three fingers inside you, he again starts moving them, his hand still holding your hair as your legs begin to shake slightly and you get closer to cumming. He stops before you reach the brink again, quickly lubing his cock and placing it at your entrance.
Feeling him against you, you push back and moan as he enters you slowly. He stands still, waiting for you to become comfortable and after a minute or two, you begin to move your hips back and forth, slowly fucking him. You continue like this for a while until you begin to speed up – he reacts by thrusting back now, grabbing your ass with his hands and spanking you between thrusts.
Your fucking becomes loud and passionate. He eventually grabs your wrists and pulls on your arms, holding them behind you and arching your back so that he can fuck you more roughly. Just as you both start to get close to cumming, there is a knock on the door – fortunately, the window doesn’t face the front of the house so whoever is at the door wouldn’t have seen you. Despite this, you have to stop, which leaves you both wanting.
Your partner quickly pulls his jeans up before gently kissing you. You’re a little dazed and he offers to grab the door whilst you gather yourself.
He opens the door to find your host on the other side. She greets me, checking in on how you’re doing and asking whether you need anything. He confirms all is okay and closes the door before returning upstairs to find you looking fresher. You kiss him again, your clothes back in place, telling him how good that felt before taking his hand and insisting you go and get lunch.
You brought a picnic with you and have already planned where you are going to eat it. After getting your things together, you head out. It’s nearly 1pm now and the sun’s warmth, combined with the light breeze, leaves the temperature at the perfect level.
Your partner follows your lead, carrying the picnic basket and blanket as you guide him. You follow the road for a short while before taking a lightly trodden dirt trail through a small set of woods. This area of the countryside is protected, meaning that the fields are not used for farming. Instead, they are entirely wild, with small heather bushes and long grasses sprouting naturally.
Eventually, you walk off the path and directly into a field for a few minutes until all you can hear are birds and there are no houses in sight. You stop in front of your partner, breathing in deeply and appreciating the peacefulness before saying that this is where you’ll stop.
Together you unpack the picnic; sandwiches, a few drinks, fruits and snacks. You eat and chat for half an hour before reaching dessert, at which point, your partner takes out the whipped cream. You look at him suggestively and you both laugh before kissing gently. He guides you to straddle his lap, kissing you more passionately as you get there. He begins pulling your top off after a minute or two, putting it to the side as his hands roam across your back and squeeze you closer to him. You do the same, pulling his shirt off, placing your hands on his chest and moving them round to his shoulders to pull him into a deeper kiss.
Eventually, you pull away and stop, pushing him down so that he’s lying on his back. He lays down as you take the whipped cream and draw a line down from his nipple to his jeans. He laughs a little and leans up to kiss you but you gently push him back down, letting your hand rest on his cock. You shuffle back so that you can bend down more easily and lick a small amount of whipped cream from the end near his jeans. After trying it, you smirk and continue, locking eyes with him as you lick slowly and deliberately up his chest – eating the whipped cream.
You feel him get harder through his jeans and gently stroke his cock through them as you finish eating the cream. Afterwards, you move up and kiss him messily. He tastes the whipped cream on your tongue and you both laugh before he flips you over so that he is on top.
He takes the whipped cream too, placing a small amount on each of your nipples. He tastes them first, watching your reaction as his tongue flicks over each nipple once or twice before pulling away. You sigh in pleasure. He does it again, this time leaving a trail up from your skirt to each nipple. He takes his time licking and eating, stopping at each nipple to flick his tongue over it for longer, ensuring he hears you moan quietly before he moves on.
After teasing both of your nipples, you swap places again and you undo his jeans before pulling them off. You kiss him afterwards, kissing down his body and looking at his reaction as you reach his boxers, pulling at them with your teeth. You can see how hard he is through them. You kiss down the length of his cock and back up again, gently massaging his balls through the fabric and paying special attention to kissing the head. He unconsciously thrust his hips up towards you and you kiss back up his body again, locking lips with him for a few seconds before pulling his underwear off completely.
You run a finger up from the base of his cock to its head, enjoying watching his reaction as you tease him. After a few seconds, you lean down and kiss up his shaft instead, alternating between small pecks and tongue kisses, making his cock jump in pleasure. Eventually, you take the whipped cream again, spraying it along the length of his cock, massaging his balls as you do. You return to eating the whipped cream, taking extra effort to make sure he can feel your tongue against him, making him moan quietly in the sun, thrusting upwards and asking for more. You do this multiple times, teasing him as much as you can and playing with his balls until he’s desperate.
After teasing him for long enough, you lube his cock and straddle him, your skirt flowing out and preventing him from seeing you slide his cock inside you. You both moan and you rest your hands on his chest, using them to balance as you grind and ride him. He closes his eyes and gets lost in the sensation, eventually leaning up to kiss you as you ride him.
In this position, he has more access to your body and he lets his hands reach under your skirt, grabbing your ass and lifting you so that you both feel more friction as he slides back inside you. You don’t stay like this for long as you’re both worked up from earlier. As your mouth opens in silent pleasure and you get closer to cumming, he pulls your hair and bites your neck, moaning loudly too. He lay back down on the ground and pulls your down with him before pinning your arms behind your back. He starts to fuck you even harder and faster, thrusting up and into you until you’re groaning his name loudly. You both become even louder as you get closer to cumming until he feels you tense around his cock, squeezing him as you climax, pushing him over the edge, too.
You cum together and he slows down his thrusting as you come down, kissing your forehead whilst you relax. When ready, you slide off him, lying next to him and cuddling into his shoulder. You lay there for a while, napping, kissing and chatting until early evening begins and it starts to get cold, after which you pack up and head home, whipped cream in hand.