It was a glorious, hot, late summer’s day. We had been hiking on the fringes of Exmoor, spending lunch on a ledge high above the Bristol Channel, the bracken tumbling steeply away to the sea in front, south Wales glimmering on the horizon to the north. During the afternoon we worked our way inland, eventually taking a track on the edge of the moor next to meadows full of grazing sheep. It was here that disaster struck when I slipped and twisted my ankle. After hobbling on for a few hundred metres, but it became clear that I could not walk the hour or so back to our hotel. We sat down in a patch of browned bracken, soft enough to make a comfortable seat for two and sipped at our water bottles.
“I can’t go on, it’s too painful”
“I’ll go back and drive the car to the lane end, then walk up here from the lane and help you down, but it will take me well over an hour. You rest here, it’s a lovely place and you have a comfy bed in the bracken”

I sat there watching S disappear down the track. When he was out of sight I lay back, using my rucksack as a pillow and covering my face with my broad brimmed hat. I don’t remember falling asleep, but sometime later a noise close by roused me. I sat up and saw a tractor on the track with a trailer full of straw behind. Sitting on the tractor was a man, a black man, smiling gently at me, a twinkle in his eyes.
“‘Tis a lovely day to be sleeping, I don’t want to disturb you but I thought it good to check you are all right”.
“Actually I’ve twisted my ankle and my husband has gone to drive our car to the lane end”
“It’s quite a way to the lane, would you like me to give you a lift in my trailer?”
“Yes, please, that’s very kind of you”
I got up and started to hobble around picking up my stuff, then suddenly he was beside me
“Don’t walk on it, I’ll carry you”

He picked me up, carrying me like a c***d, then lifted me over the back of the trailer, gently lowering me into the straw bed. I pulled myself up with the intention of giving him a peck on the cheek, but as I did he turned his face to me and my peck landed full on his lips. I couldn’t help what happened next, my lips opened voluntarily and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. The kiss went on and on, I was surrounded by his strength and odour and suddenly desperately wanted him to make love to me. He climbed onto the trailer, we moved around a bit until we were surrounded by straw, invisible to the outside world.

My hands caressed him, one slipped down to his crotch were his hard cock was pressing against his trousers. I found the zip, pulled it down and groped inside before pulling it out. I looked down, this erect b**st was twice the size of S’s and I wondered if it would fit inside me without tearing my vagina apart. He moaned gently and I shifted around until his cock was close by my lips. I opened my mouth wide and let his engorged erection slide inside. My vision was full of black skin and tight curly pubes. Gently I moved my head up and down, gradually taking more of him as he thrust into me.

I felt my trousers being tugged, my waistband loosening and the zip being opened fully before a hand pushed inside my panties and a finger found its way between my labia. I knew I was wet with desire and his rubbing on my clit was building me to orgasm. Suddenly I came, my body throbbing and thrusting as the pleasure filled my brain.

He moved around until we were face to face, then rolled me onto my back and climbed on top before reaching down to fit his cock in the entrance to my vagina. Quickly he thrust into me, I felt it go in deep and hard before he started to fuck me, his rythm building as my body responded. I had never known such pleasure, my cunt was full of him and every stroke slid on my clit, driving me towards orgasm. I felt something build inside, then the floodgates opened and I screamed in ecstasy as his pounding became ferocious before his final huge lunges when his cum flooded into my waiting body.

We lay there panting and spent, he rolled off me and we both stared up into the cloudless blue sky. I caressed his body under his shirt, wondering how my life would change if I had this man every day.

“Oh god, you are an incredible man”
“Well thank you ma’am, I do try to please”

We laughed together, joined by our coupling until he looked deep into my eyes and I felt the need to kiss again, roughly pushing my tongue into his mouth, feeling him respond and push back until I thought his tongue was going down my throat.

He drew back “I think we should get you down to the lane” and smiled knowingly. I nodded agreement and we put our clothes back together before he dismounted and got onto the tractor, started the engine and drove slowly down the track.

The tractor stopped moving and I sat up to see the gate to the lane about fifty metres ahead and S standing beside the tractor.
“I’ve given your wife a lift, she’s in the trailer”
S turned and looked at me, somewhat dishevelled and with straw poking out from my hair and clothes.
“That’s very kind of you – we really appreciate your help as it would have been a painful walk for my wife”
“No problem”
S came round to the trailer, helped me down and as we walked past the tractor raised an arm in thanks. The farmer looked at us and asked “What are you doing this evening?”
S replied “We’re eating at the Red Lion Inn”.
“Well why don’t you come to the farm and let my wife cook you a real Somerset meal?”
“That’s very kind, are you sure it’s not too much trouble?”
“Not at all, say seven thirty – just keep on a bit at the lane end and you’ll come to the farmhouse”
He smiled at me from his vantage point on the tractor, a very knowing smile, and I hobbled back to our car feeling his cum wet in the crotch of my panties.

Truth or fiction? Only G knows – and she’s not telling!

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