Blogged-In

Rather than arranging another liaison at a hotel, Angela and I discussed my booking a cottage in the countryside near her home for a few days. We found a lovely looking cottage that was available by the week but we managed to get them to let us have it for two nights.

I made an excuse about working and headed off to the cottage. When I arrived, I found a very recently renovated cottage on the edge of a working farmyard. To be honest, it looked like something out of an upmarket home decoration magazine. When Angela arrived, she was very taken with the place as she’s very interested in interior design having done up her last two houses herself.

She did, however, have some bad news: she’d not be able to stay late that evening with me and she’d have to be away during the afternoon too. I went food shopping as I had decided to cook on both evenings after which I went back and cooked myself something and waited for Angela to come back.

When she did, we spent the evening taking photos and making love until she had to go.

I woke to a glorious morning in peace and tranquility … shattered by the oil tanker coming to top up the heating tank! But after a nice breakfast and lots of coffee, I did some work and waited for Angela to arrive.

We then spent the day taking photographs and maing love with plenty of changes of outfit for Angela. At one point, she was wearing a black corset dress, stockings and mules and was posing for me with a little light bondage thrown in. And then she gave me a blowjob I would never forget: now, until I met Angela, I could frankly take them or leave them, but Angela… The difference this time was that rather than stopping, she made me cum in her mouth - something I have never done with anyone else.

In the afternoon, I was due to meet her best friend and her partner about some work as well, so we headed off to see them. So after getting on with her friends like a house on fire - the guy was into motorbikes in a big way too - Angela went off to do more family stuff before returning for a meal with me. This was unusual for her: her partner doesn’t cook and isn’t very adventurous with his food either. I wasn’t at home with all my ingredients and gadgets, so I had decided to play safe with my beef risotto.

Whilst I was cooking, Angela went off and had a long soak in the bath, coming back dressed for dinner: she said I’d made the effort to cook for her so she’d made an effort to dress for me. It was much appreciated.

We spent the rest of the evening sitting and stroking each other, taking a few more shots and just chatting, kissing and making out generally. Lots more lovemaking into the wee small hours before we feel asleep together in that lovely pitch blackness you only get in the countryside.

I woke early to find that Angela was already up and had been sitting in the conservatory thinking for a while. We both wished we could simply move in to the place and live there together and Angela had been working out what had happened to us both. She also had to make some phone calls to her partner.

We then spent the morning just sitting together and chatting over coffees before we headed off in separate directions.

It was one of the magic times when time had just stood still and we were together to the exclusion of everyone else. Nothing else mattered. We vowed to go back there again some day.