MILF Tina Series
A MILF Stays in a Country House
House-sitting for friends, Tina meets a handsome man when she walks their dog
When Friday night rolled around Tina was pretty exhausted from her hectic week. But after waving off her children in their dad’s car, thinking of her plans for the weekend made her feel energized. Tomorrow, after working at Petal’s Plant Palace, she would drive straight to Suzie and Adam’s to house mind it as they were staying away.
A change of scenery would lift Tina’s spirits, and she was so looking forward to walks with Freya, their spaniel. She’d bought a dog frisbee and could already imagine the scampering welcome she’d get from the little dog. She packed casual lounging clothes in her overnight bag, alongside waterproof boots.
Before heading up to bed, she sent a casual text to Marvin, without much hope of a reply.
Their sexy, text-y relationship had fizzled out. Perhaps Marvin was one of those guys continually seeking fresh meat. No matter, she grabbed her Kindle and checked her vibrator had charge. Flicking on the e-reader she scrolled for a story and snuggled down to read one about lesbian store detectives spying on women in changing rooms. They devised masochistically sexy ways to punish shoplifters and, in response, moisture was soon gathering in Tina’s folds. As she envisaged the pink flesh swelling, she experienced a desperate urge to touch.
Simultaneously arousal was sparked in her breasts, a swell and a tingle made her nipples pucker to hard nubs. When she grazed their straining points, the throb in her pussy felt explosive.
Sensing her first climax was close, Tina grabbed her vibe, a gadget with a clitoral arm. Coating it with clear lubricant, she began by teasing herself with a low, rumbling pattern. Her toes were curling with desire and she thrust her hips, until it broke over her and she cried out.
Her hand hung limply, still clasping the vibe, as she was swamped by throbbing waves of pleasure. Should she play a little more? Without further deliberation she held the silicone coated vibrator to her breasts where its buzzing resonated from nipple tips to her core. Her body hummed. While it quivered against one nipple, she rolled the other between finger and thumb, the darkened buds almost crackled with sensation as she alternated from left to right.
She read more of the sexy action as sensations escalated, edging her body while stimulating her mind. Once her torso was straining, with stomach muscles pulled concave, she laid the reading device aside. She selected a constant vibration pattern and reached down to nudge the toy’s bulbous head against her entrance. Her own slippery nectar helped her take its length with ease. Once fully inserted, the clitoral arm exquisitely nudged against her sensitive bud and she sighed with pleasure.
“That feels good,” she murmured to herself, embracing the sensations.
Her head dropped back. As images from the erotic story danced behind her closed eyelids, she thrust the toy till she hummed with satisfaction.
Tina pressed the vibrator deep so it would massage her g-spot and clitoris simultaneously. With her pelvis rocking against the toy, her hand was free to pluck and play with her nipples.
She welcomed the burst of heat which signified her orgasm. After Tina felt it tear through her, she was left totally relaxed, so heavy-limbed she struggled to drag herself to the bathroom. She set the alarm for work before drifting off to sleep.
The morning shower drummed droplets of water against her skin and banished her sleepiness. Tina was glad she had a no-fuss hairstyle which she left damp as she drove to the shop. With her partner Suzie away today, opening up fell to her, Tina anticipated a day of juggling everything.
She needed to watch the clock, opening up the front of the shop and putting out the displays at the usual time. Mild weather was forecast, so she hoped passing trade would treat themselves to cut flowers.
She a text to her son Mark, wishing him luck at football, then a gif of dogs hugging to Grace.
“Love you Mum x” her daughter’s replied straight away. Mark sent a thumb up emoji. How different boys and girls were, Tina mused. Just then the shop door dinged and Dino bounced jauntily in.
“Ciao bella,” he said when Tina greeted him with her sunny smile. “Suzie not here?”
“ Suzie’s away.”
She passed over his regular order of carnations, for table decorations at his family run restaurant.
“‘Aving a dirty weekend, huh?” he teased.
“You know Suzie,” Tina laughed, “still loved up, after all these years.”
“We should all be so lucky,” Dino tucked the box under his arm. “Ciao.”
“Bye,” Tina called.
She had the orders ready on time for the van to collect. With a sigh of relief, she stood in the back room, watching out for customers, while she ate her sandwiches.
The afternoon, in comparison, dragged by, it was a quiet Saturday. People were probably home, getting their gardens ready for summer. When Girls Aloud came on the radio singing History, Tina hummed along.
Why don’t you fool me,
Feed me, say you need me
Without wicked games?
Come on and hold me,
Hug me, say you’ll love me
And not my dirty brain.
As always, the lyrics struck a chord, a reminder of the way her ex had messed with her during their marriage. He’d manipulated Tina’s natural eagerness to please. At first he’d enjoyed her saucy side: if she greeted him at the door in a filmy negligee or made a trail of rose petals up to the bedroom, where she lay waiting for him naked and enticing. However, in later years he crushed her spirit, implying her desires were unnatural. Deep down she knew there was nothing wrong with what she enjoyed. Tina shrugged off these unhappy memories, consoling herself that as Seb’s new girlfriend was even more up-tight than him, or so she’d heard on the grapevine, they were well matched.
When she got a text saying that Mark’s team had won 2:1, Tina celebrated with tea and a chocolate biscuit. Next week, the shop would take delivery of bedding plants, so she busied herself with a chalkboard sign offering their made-to-order hanging basket service.
Just before 4 pm, Tina was bringing stock in from the pavement to put in the back room, when a fella dashed in wanting a bouquet because he’d forgotten his anniversary. She persuaded him to splurge on magenta lilies rather than the predictable roses for his wife. She explained that these showed more thought.
“I’ll bet she loves them,” Tina waved him off with a smile.
Finally she could lock up and set the alarm.
As she drove into the countryside, she sang along to the radio.
She arrived at the village where Suzie and Adam lived, with its post office come general store and a pub on the green. It was the kind of place she dreamed of living and Suzie’s house was pretty perfect. Getting out of the car, she heard Freya barking excitedly.
“Hey girl, it’s Auntie Tina,” she called, letting herself in. She hurried to greet her four-legged-friend.
“Hello, hello,” she said, her voice squeaky and high as she petted the dog, who jumped up, licking frantically at her chin.
“It’s been a long day since your mum left I bet. Let’s go in the garden.”
In response, Freya dashed to the door, her body vibrating with excitement. Tina watched her long ears swing as she sniffed bushes which surrounded a trimmed lawn and flower beds. She sat down gratefully at the outdoor table and promised herself she’d enjoy her morning coffee there too.
Tina was always too tired to cook on a Saturday night, so she browsed the take-out menus and ordered her favourite curry dish with a naan bread side. Then she poured herself a gin and tonic and scooped dog food into Freya’s bowl.
“Eat up girl!” she set it down, “I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.”
When Tina’s food was delivered, she plated it up, then settled on the couch to eat. Later, with the plate cleared away, Freya was allowed to sit beside her to watch a rom-com. It was nice to have a warm body to cuddle, even one with a wet nose and fur.
“Tomorrow we’ll have a nice long walk,” Tina stood and stretched. “But for now - garden.”
The dog trotted to the back door, claws clicking on the ceramic floor. Freya did her rounds, then settled docilely in her bed.
“Bed for me too,” Tina yawned widely. She cleaned her teeth then slipped under the covers and off to sleep.
Like children, dogs don’t need lie-ins, Tina knew this from bitter experience. She let the little dog in the garden while she made coffee and toast, which she ate al fresco. She sent Grace and Mark some pictures of Freya, before showering and dressing for her lazy day. She was mostly a no-fuss girl, but needed foundation and a flick of mascara to feel human.
“Look what I’ve got!”
She waved the frisbee at Freya, who wagged excitedly as Tina clipped on the lead. Freya pulled Tina down the road, leaving her little opportunity to admire the well kept gardens she passed.
She and Freya reached a field, which led to another flanked by woods. There were no cows or sheep and other dogs were just specks in the distance, so Tina released Freya’s. She walked following a path, occasionally throwing the frisbee for the dog to fetch.
It was refreshing to hear birds sing; to watch Freya scamper after the frisbee and bring it back expectantly. Until Tina threw it badly, and the rubbery disc landed out of arm’s reach in a prickly bush of brambles. Tina’s heart sank. Freya whined when she made a hopeful foray into the prickled stalks.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Tina warned. “I’ll get it,” but the thorns tore at her clothes and skin. “Ow!” she wailed. Freya dipped her ears anxiously.
“D’you need help?” a deep voice asked.
Tina was startled by a man with a tweed cap close by.
“If you’re able to reach, please try.” She flushed a hot shade of mortification when she couldn’t step away from the bush, because its brambles were snagging her.
The man leaned, and without getting caught, used his thumb stick to retrieve the frisbee. With some flicking, he moved it close enough to grab, then passed it to Freya. The dog took it, parading in front of a small jack russell with triumph.
“You made that look easy,” Tina smiled. She finally extricated herself from her prickly snare, with a rip noise.
“I always carry this,” he brandished his stick, “Pippin smells rabbits in these thickets and sometimes she gets stuck. You’ve torn your jacket.”
His brown eyes were full of concern. Tina noticed he had a pleasant face and a strong body, then felt embarrassed for staring.
“Damn,” she huffed, “but it’ll still keep me warm.”
Her saviour wore shades of olive green, like a country gent, in stark contrast to Tina’s gaudy puffer jacket and polka dot boots.
“I assume this is Pippin?” Tina watched the dogs having a tug of war with the frisbee. Freya was twice the size of Pippin, who gave as good as she got.
“Yes,” he smiled, dimples making his face even more charming. “Pippin enough!”
At his command, the little dog released the frisbee and came to heel.
“See you around!” he called over his shoulder, then strode off, his dog by his side.
“Bye.” Tina pocketed the frisbee.
She walked briskly in the opposite direction, wondering how could she discover the guy’s name, without alerting Suzie’s inner match-maker. She shuddered at the memory of some blind dates she’d endured recently.
Back at the house, she rubbed Freya dry and set out a bowl of fresh water. Tina thought she’d try lunch at the pub. After checking her face for splashes of mud, she swapped boots for trainers, then set off for the Golden Hind.
“Hello love, what can I get you?” said the server pleasantly.
“Half a pint of cider, and can I order lunch please?”
“Certainly, it’s roast on a Sunday, would you prefer chicken or beef?”
“Beef please.”
“All the usual trimmings?” the barmaid enquired.
“Yes please.”
“Where will you sit? I’ll bring it over.”
Tina pointed to a table for two near the garden, then carried her drink there carefully. She pulled out her kindle, thinking how nice it was to sit and lose herself. She started scrolling for a short erotic story, planning to get a buzz on.
“Hello again — may I join you?”
Tina jumped guiltily.
Her saviour from earlier apologised, “did I startle you?”
“A little,” she blushed, “but yes, please sit down.”
“I’m Ash,” he smiled offering his hand to shake.
“Hi, I’m Tina. Oooh!” she was startled again by a dog nudging her leg. “I’ve already met you Pippin,” she laughed. “I didn’t know dogs were allowed in the pub.
“If they’re well behaved they are,”
“Freya’s pretty tired from her walk.”
Ash smiled. “Sit down Pippin,” he said firmly and the little dog settled.
Just then, Tina’s food arrived. Rosemary fussed with condiments and gravy, then told Ash she’d bring his order over.
“Rosemary makes fabulous Yorkshire puddings,” he said as Tina tackled her meal with gusto. “So you live around here?”
“No, just house sitting for friends — Suzie and Adam — perhaps you know them?”
“Suzie you say? Of course Freya — now it falls into place.” Rosemary had delivered his steaming plate, so Ash unwrapped his cutlery and began to eat.
They chatted about dogs and films, then houses and gardening. They were getting on like a house on fire. Ash wanted hanging baskets for his recently laid patio area and asked if Tina could help him.
“Are Adam and Suzie away for the week?” His eyes caught hers, and she didn’t want to look away.
“No, they’re back tomorrow,” Tina lowered her knife and fork. “My ex will drop my kids at the playground tomorrow morning. I need to open up the shop first thing.”
“So do you have plans for tonight?” Ash’s slightly cheeky smile gave Tina a frisson of attraction.
“I planned on take-away and another film.” Her heartbeat kicked up.
“Would you like some company?”
Were things moving too fast? Tina checked herself. They had talked for a couple of hours, it was no more hasty going home with someone she met at a club. What did she have to lose?
“That would be lovely,” she flashed her brightest smile, “come round at 6:30.”
To be continued …
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