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Fold in the Hills 3
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CHAPTER THREE

The next week Sarah was so busy at Bryn Aber farm office that the days seemed to
fly by and the sheer volume of work filled her whole time and, as Olwen had said
nothing about her plans for Sarah's sexual education since their conversation
after the party, Sarah managed to push her anxious anticipation of what might be
from the forefront of her mind.

The Llandarreg Show was coming up and Olwen was keen to enter some of her best
sheep and had been very busy along with Bob Roberts and Ewan Powis, selecting
possible show animals and discussing a special programme to have them in tip top
shape come the day of the event.

Sarah found herself not only doing the office work, but on occasions, and
knowing how busy Olwen was, staying on to prepare the evening meal. She had also
slept at the farm one night for, by the time she and Olwen had completed their
work, she was too exhausted to argue when Olwen offered her the spare room.

During her overnight stay at the farm she was both surprised and relieved to see
how close and loving William and Olwen appeared to be and that, despite her
doubts, both seemed relaxed in the other's company and together they occupied
the large front bedroom.

The next morning the three of them ate a late breakfast which Dylis had cooked.
Dylis Mason, was a widow whose late husband had worked Bryn Aber farm with
Olwen's father and, when he too passed away, she was called in to help with the
cleaning, cooking and staying overnight whenever Olwen was away.

Sarah was puzzled by William's sudden silence for he'd been in sparkling form
while they were eating cereals but, once he had opened his mail his mood had
changed and he had become more thoughtful and failed to respond to their
chatter.

Olwen had carried on as usual, seemingly unaware of her husband's silence, but
when she caught sight of Sarah's worried glances towards William she stopped.

"Whatever's the matter, darling? Not bad news I hope."

"No....not really," but he gave a deep sigh, folded the letter he had been
studying and announced that he would be away for a while in the Middle East. His
company wanted him to visit their foreign offices in the region and look at the
way their offices were being organized and try to find out what their main
rivals were up to.

Olwen insisted that he looked tired out, and said,

"Isn't it time they used younger men for these longer spells overseas?"

William said that there were plenty of younger men who would be more than happy
to take on his duties for they were the sort who were waiting for any
opportunity to step into his shoes, and his reluctance to make these trips would
cause his superiors to question his usefulness to their organisation.

William insisted that he wasn't ready to step or be pushed aside, for he knew
that his department head was making his own plans to retire in the very near
future and that he, William, was being considered as his successor and that this
new position would of necessity be based at their subsidiary offices in nearby
Queensferry. That, and the knowledge of a substantial salary increase, served as
sufficient incentive to make his present efforts to demonstrate his worth to the
company he had served loyally for most of his working life since leaving the
Army.

"This can't go on for much longer, Olwen, I promise."

"When do you have to leave?" she asked gently.

"Early on Friday, I suppose. I have flight tickets for the afternoon."

"How long will you be away?" asked Sarah.

"I can't really say. I'll telephone of course when I've spoken to our people on
the ground."

Sarah wiped her mouth, stood and said brightly,

"Well, I'd better be getting on with the paper work, or we'll have no entries
for the show and I've still to find the time sheets and sort out the wages," and
she went to the office leaving Olwen and William holding hands across the table.
She knew how much they needed to discuss things and hated being in the way.

By late afternoon her work was completed and she returned to Penmawr Cottage,
sensing that her two friends needed time together. She envied them and wondered
if she herself would ever again feel close to a man. Tim had gradually become a
stranger to her and she admitted to herself for the first time what a shallow
and selfish person he seemed. She sensed that it was perhaps how he had always
been, but she had been blinded by her love of him and refused to acknowledge the
reality of her marriage.

Sarah did a lot of thinking that evening and wondered if Olwen's apparent
affairs and adventures were more to do with excitement and curiosity, and had
nothing at all to do with love for it was very obvious that William was no
longer a young man, and yet she had no doubt that Olwen felt very deeply for him
and knew, in all honesty, that theirs was a relationship based firmly on warmth,
affection and mutual devotion and not just physical attraction, habit and
convenience.

Sarah also recognised how immature she and Tim had been, for their relationship
had drifted on and on, long after their passion had faded, and she also realized
that she herself had not wanted to face the truth and that he had been too
afraid to confront her with the facts. While she had done nothing at all to
precipitate a discussion, he had crept into another's bed in an effort to
rekindle the flames of his passion.

The next day she telephoned Olwen's solicitor for an appointment and drove into
Llandudno and, after a long talk with him, agreed to formalise her separation
from her husband, Tim, and asked the solicitor, Mr. Joe Balfour, to make the
necessary arrangements and inform her husband of her intention to sue for
divorce on the grounds of his adultery.

With William away on his travels, Sarah and Olwen spent more and more time
together and, though they were both busy, Sarah really began to enjoyed her new
life and felt that, at long last, it had some purpose.

The Llandarreg Show was a wonderful day out, and Sarah had felt very much a part
of it, for she spent her time with Olwen, Bob Roberts and Ewan. She had helped
with the sheep and been thrilled when one pair they'd entered had won a first
prize for "Best of Breed" and another pair a rosette for third place in another
class.

After the judging was over she left her group to wander the between tents and
show stands. It was a busy show, small by national standards, yet she met a
number of people she knew and had met because of her work at Aber Farm.

She had a brief chat with Mr. Balfour and his wife, Mary and later, as she
rested by the refreshment tent with a glass of white wine she could see, between
the passing crowds of farmers and holiday makers, a corner of the main ring and
marveled as she observed the show jumpers leap the high double fence before
turning sharply to meet the final treble of obstacles.

People wandered by, restricting her view from time to time, but once, as a
momentary gap appeared, she watched a magnificent grey mare approach the huge
double and, as the horse leaped high to clear the brush fence, the rider's head
lifted and in that instant she recognised him.

"Johnny Applepear!" she gasped and downing her drink and spilling some of the
liquid in her excitement, she rushed towards the ring.

The gap closed and, by the time she had managed to scramble a way to the fence,
the rider had completed the treble and the announcer was broadcasting the
details of the next competitor and his horse.

She thought of making her way round the ring to where the riders were exiting
but, such was the press of people, she soon realized that he would have
disappeared into the small town of horse boxes, trailers and motorized
transporters.

She suddenly felt odd, and the more she thought about Johnny the more she began
to doubt that it was he. She really longed to know what had happened to him, for
when she was told that he had left, no one seemed to know where he had gone to
live or why and, as she thought about him, it suddenly occurred to her that even
Olwen seemed uncomfortable whenever she mentioned his name.

That night in front of Olwen's log fire the two friends sipped drinks and talked
of the show while the cup, Olwen's sheep had won was on the low table between
them and the silver metal reflected the warm glow from the fire.

"Do you know who I thought I saw this afternoon?" asked Sarah.

"Thought you saw?" said Olwen. "Weren't you sure?"

"Not really. It was so quick. I saw the horse, but got only the briefest glimpse
of the rider."

"Oh, and who did you think it was?"

"Johnny," said Sarah, looking Olwen straight in the eye. "It looked very much
like our friend Johnny Applepear."

"Riding in the show ring? I very much doubt it. In fact I'd be surprised to see
him anywhere near this part of the country."

Sarah watched as Olwen took a long drink and put her glass down on the table and
then she lifted the silver cup once again and examined the names of the previous
winners.

"Do you know Sarah, I'll be the first woman to have my name on this thing. What
do you think of that?"

"I think you're changing the subject, Olwen Jones. What is it you're not telling
me?"

There was a long silence and then Olwen replaced the cup and picked up her
drink.

"It's no big secret, Sarah, in fact it's old history now and people have
forgotten what happened."

"Tell me, please. He was our friend, wasn't he? Haven't I the right to know?"

"There's not much to tell," said Olwen quietly. "He raped someone and had to
leave."

"Johnny Applepear! Raped? He'd never do a thing like that, would he?"

Olwen stood and went to the cabinet with her empty glass.

"For God's sake Sarah, stop calling him Johnny Applepear. His name is Owen. John
Owen. He got that stupid name at school because the story went that he couldn't
make up his mind and someone, God knows who, heard his Mam tell another that
whatever she offered her son, he wanted something else, and that day she'd
offered him an apple and he said he wanted a pear. It all sounds so stupid now,
but you know how kids are, and the name stuck"

Sarah paused for a moment until Olwen had filled her glass once again.

"But who did Johnny Appl........Owen rape? I just can't imagine it Olwen. He was
so gentle and so loving and.... like we were at that time.....so innocent!"

"Well he wasn't that innocent, was he?"

"Who was it Olwen? When did it happen? Tell me, please."

" Well, I reckon it would be about thirteen years ago," said Olwen thinking
back. "Yes it must have been at the end of the summer thirteen years ago. God
how time flies."

Sarah thought for a moment and said,

"But that was when we were both sixteen. I was here that summer, don't you
remember? That's when we both had those blouses your mum made for us, you know
the ones that had the elasticated scooped neckline and the ones we used to pull
down off our shoulders when our mums couldn't see us." She paused as the
memories returned. "I remember now, we wore them in the barn when we were with
Johnny those times. Don't you remember, Olwen?"

"Yes, of course I do," she answered dully.

"But he was happy and loving that summer. We all had fun, surely you've not
forgotten! Why on earth would he want to rape anyone when he had us to
experiment with?"

Olwen turned round angrily and shouted,

"You don't know what happened! You weren't there, were you?"

"No. No, of course not, but all the same......."

Suddenly Olwen began to cry and Sarah moved to stand by her and put her arms
around her.

"What is it Olwen? Can't you tell me?"

Through her sobs Olwen told Sarah what had happened. How she had continued to
meet Johnny after Sarah and her parents had left for home and how, one day a
school friend Bronwen Davis had visited the farm and Olwen had told her a little
of what they were up to, making her promise to keep the secret.

"One Saturday afternoon me and Johnny were in the barn and both of us were half
naked when Bronwen turned up unexpectedly. She climbed the loft ladder and
discovered us and saw what we were up to and then she threatened to tell
everyone if Johnny didn't let her join the game."

Poor Johnny, had never cared much for Bronwen Davis as he thought she was a
spoilt, self seeking lass, with an unpleasant character who always wanting her
own way, so he refused to cooperate and began to get dressed.

Bronwen, was so angry at his refusal, she threatened to scream the place down
and Johnny, seeing he was trapped, reluctantly fell in with her wishes. Then she
and Johnny undressed, and I felt a bit left out and a little frightened by the
way things were going as they were beginning to try things which went way beyond
the limits we three had set, so I got dressed and offered to go to the house for
drinks for them all.

My mum wanted me to go into Conway with my Dad and do a little shopping and had
been out searching for me when she heard sounds of giggles from the barn so she
went in there, climbed the ladder discovered the naked pair.

Well, all hell broke out then and Bronwen, eager to save her own skin,
immediately cried rape and the pair were made to dress and then marched to the
farm house.

Dad, not knowing what to do or what to make of it, drove over to collect both
Johnny's parents and Bronwen's widowed mother and I was questioned about my
involvement, but of course they thought that I'd been nowhere near the barn so I
as able to convinced my parents that I knew nothing about it all, though I had
to listen, heart broken, as Bronwen accused Johnny of forcing himself onto her
and convincing them that she was completely innocent of blame.

The family doctor was sent for, examined Bronwen and declared that no real harm
had been done and advised the families to settle the thing quietly or the
scandal would become public property and ruin everyone's reputations. And do you
know that, throughout the whole investigation Johnny said nothing. Even when
given the opportunity to tell his side of the story he remained silent, neither
denying or confirming the accusations being made, but simply stared helplessly
at me for help and I daren't open my mouth to help him for fear of becoming
involved in the whole sorry mess."

She cried aloud and told Sarah how Bronwen's mother, anxious to avoid a scandal,
agreed to let the matter drop, providing that Mr. And Mrs. Owen sent their son
away and made sure that he never came near the area again.

"Mr. Owen was devastated as John was his only child, but he had no option and
Johnny left the area and wasn't seen again and his mum, Mrs. Owen died the next
year and Mr. Owen carried on alone with his hill farm until he too had died
during this January just six months ago.

Of course the story had leaked out, for some of the Bryn Aber farm hands had
been working that day and had heard the fuss and palaver between the three
families. The locals of course had sided with Mrs. Davis and the Owens were
ostracised to such an extent that the family rarely ventured away from their
farm and even shopped on the other side of the mountains to avoid meeting those
who cast knowing glances and whispered to their neighbours when the saw them."

At the end of the painful account, Sarah waited until Olwen's sobs had subsided
and then asked,

"But why didn't you tell them the truth, Olwen? Even later you could have
cleared his name."

"It had all died down by then a sort of nine month wonder I suppose, and it
sounds awful, I know, but there seemed no point in bringing the scandal up
again. Anyway I met a local boy who knew the story and gave me news of Johnny.
He told me that Johnny Applepear was doing well for himself and was a Lt.
Commander in the Royal Navy and he said he'd had a drink with him and no mention
had been made of the Davis girl or the incident. In fact Johnny had not even
asked about the village or made any reference to his parent's farm."

"Poor you," said Sarah, sadly, "and poor Johnny."

"I wonder if you're right, Sarah, and he is back living at Penthryn Farm? Surely
not. Perhaps he's just in the area to sell the place off now that it's his. God
I couldn't face him knowing how by being a coward and saying nothing, I helped
ruin his whole life," and she began to sob again and Sarah held her for a while
until she recovered and dried her eyes.

"I'm a terrible person, Sarah, aren't I?"

"Not so terrible, Olwen. I'd have been the same I suppose if Mum had discovered
such a situation. Perhaps your Mam knew the truth and didn't want to admit it
even to herself, as the truth would have ruined your reputation without a
doubt."

"God, I wish I knew what I know now. We're such hypocrites about sex. What a
terrible thing to have happen to two young people trying to find out about each
other. We were curious, that's all, and certainly neither of us intended any
harm."

Olwen looked into Sarah's eyes and seeing sympathy, cried again.

"And yet I ruined Johnny's life, his reputation and probably killed his Mam with
all my efforts to keep my own name intact."

"I bet Johnny's old enough to understand what happened, Olwen. I bet he's still
not one to hold a grudge, not after all the time that's passed. Come on dry your
eyes."

Olwen blew her nose loudly and sipped the water Sarah had brought to her.

"What happened to Bronwen Davis?"

"Well, I suppose there is some justice in this world," smiled Olwen, tearfully.
"She got herself pregnant less than a year later, refused to reveal the father's
name, and was sent to live with an elderly aunt in South Wales."

Sarah busied herself, putting away the glasses and washing the few things they'd
used. She began to put her coat on and Olwen said,

"Stay with me tonight, Sarah. Please."

"All right. Come on then, let's go upstairs, it's late and we've had a long
day."

The two shared the three quarter bed they had shared as children and were so
exhausted that they had little trouble at all in falling asleep. Olwen dropped
off first and the last thing Sarah was aware of were a series of tiny after
shudders as they travelled through the sleeping body beside her.

One afternoon, some days later, Sarah was cleaning Penmawr's sitting room when
the phone rang and an excited Olwen cried,

"Guess what Sarah! You won't believe it!"

But Sarah had a feeling that she knew exactly what Olwen was about to announce
and her heart leapt and her mouth went dry.

"He's coming to visit. Can you hear me Sarah? Mark Tolmey's swallowed the bait.
God I can hardly wait for Sunday."

"Are you sure this is what you want, Olwen?" asked Sarah.

"Oh Sarah, don't go getting cold feet. Not now. Just think. At three o" clock on
Sunday we'll be having a wonderful time. Sarah you can't go back on your word.
Not now. Please!"

"Olwen, I only promised to be there and watch remember, and that was just to
please you."

"All right, suit yourself. But I bet you'll not be able to resist once you've
seen him. Just you wait. God I'm so excited!" she screamed.

Sarah couldn't help but laugh and held the phone away from her ear.

"Calm down Olwen. Don't go shouting your business all over the valley or
there'll be bus loads waiting to watch the action."

Olwen laughed and finally announced, with a little more decorum, that she was
going to seriously rest and be a good girl so that she'd be fighting fit for
Sunday and, when she had rung off Sarah sipped a brandy and lemonade and tried
to calm her growing fears. How had she got herself into such a situation? She
didn't need this. It was childish and not very nice.

Just then the telephone rang again. Thinking it was Olwen with more excited
ideas she picked it up and said,

"What has your dirty mind thought up now?"

"Hello. Is that Sarah?" came Tim's voice.

"Oh, sorry. I thought it was someone else."

"Another man I presume?" said Tim with a sneer.

"No. Of course not. I was expecting a call from Olwen Jones."

"Thought not. That would be too much to expect, wouldn't it? You're only good at
employing solicitors to send nasty letters."

"Letters? Oh of course, the separation. Is there a problem, Tim? Surely you're
not expecting me to hang on here while you finish playing super stud in York are
you?"

"Well I suppose you had to get me for adultery, didn't you?" There wasn't much
chance of me accusing you of that. I was thinking of mental cruelty in my
counter claim, then I can let the world know what it's been like living with the
Ice Maiden all these years."

"Think and do what you like, Tim. It's over, and you can tell whoever happens to
be sharing your bed at the moment that they're more than welcome to you." She
heard him chuckle and asked, "Oh, by the way, who is the latest lady love?"

"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it? I will say though, that she's a damn
sight more fun both in and out of bed than you ever were, sexless Sarah
Thompson, believe me she is."

There was a pause as she struggled to clear her mind.

"See you in court, darling," said Tim cruelly.

She sat for some time after replacing the phone. She hated him and his arrogance
and his unwavering certainty that he knew all about her.

"I'll show him," she thought. "I'll show him who's an Ice Maiden," and, even
when the enormity of Sunday afternoon invaded her thoughts, she determined,
there and then, to let fate take its course and shake her husband's taunts from
her mind once and for all.

When Sunday arrived it was a beautiful summer's day and Sarah had slept
surprisingly well the night before and woke to the sound of a car pulling up
below her window. She put on a dressing gown and dashed to the door just as
Olwen was about to knock.

"Caught you out, sleepy head!" she shouted. "Can I come in?"

Olwen followed her into the sitting room but could hardly contain her excitement
and, as she spoke her gestures became more and more exaggerated.

"You're not going to let me down, are you Sarah?"

"I said I'd be there, and I will," said Sarah simply.

"Oh God, I'm all of a dither. Honestly you'd think this was my first time. Look,
my hands are shaking."

"Well calm down, Olwen, and tell me what you want me to do."

"What are you going to wear?" asked Olwen

"I'm not sure. In fact I've only recently made my mind up to join you."

"What's changed your mind? Is it the excitement that's got to you at last?"

"To be honest with you, no. It was a conversation I had with Tim a little while
ago. Anyway I don't want to talk about that. Just tell me what I have to do.
Does this Mark chap know about me yet?"

No! Of course he doesn't. That would spoil the surprise I've promised him. He
was on the phone last night, begging me to let on what I was up to, but I told
him to wait and see."

"What are you wearing?" asked Sarah.

"I thought I'd put a dress on. It's one I haven't used in ages as William says I
look a tramp in it, so I don't really care what happens to it. Of course I'm not
planning to wear a bra, but I'll put on some stockings and a suspender belt -
that always gets them going."

"Then I'll do the same," said Sarah. "I've got a suspender belt I bought last
summer when we had that hot spell and it was too warm to wear tights, and I
thought I'd wear this."

She dashed upstairs and returned holding a light summer dress on a hanger. It
was mid pink in colour and had thin shoulder straps and a narrow black belt and
one she had bought some time ago and had worn during the warm evenings on
Tenerife when they had visited her in law's apartment in Los Cristianos

"Do you think it'll do?"

"Great! That'll do nicely," said Olwen. "I hope nobody sees us or they'll wonder
what on earth we're hanging about the old cottage in sexy dresses. Have you any
shoes with heels?"

"Of course, but I thought I'd walk up in flat shoes and take them with me."

"Yes, me too. I'll bring the car up at about two and then when we're ready we'll
walk up by the iron bridge and get ready for Mark at three. How's that sound?"

"Fine," answered Sarah, "I'll be ready. Olwen, are you absolutely certain that
you want me there? You'd have a much better time with just the two of you."

"Please Sarah,. You promised. Honestly it'll make the whole thing much more
exciting for me, knowing that you're just a few feet away and watching every
move we make."

"Okay if that's what you want but, let me make one thing clear. I'm the one
who'll decide whether or not I join in with you and Mark as we agreed."

"Of course. I understand," said Olwen somewhat vaguely, but Sarah wasn't sure
she was even listening to her conditions, for Olwen was so excited that she
seemed like a caged tigress pacing up and down the room before dashing into the
car and driving back to the farm.

It was barely two o" clock when Olwen once more pulled up by Penmawr Cottage,
beeped her horn and stood by the passenger door, waiting for Sarah to appear.
Sarah took a last look at herself in the mirror, picked up the small carrier bag
and stepped into the hot afternoon sunshine.

She smiled in admiration when she saw Olwen. Her flame coloured dress had a low
scooped neck line which revealed a great proportion of her large breasts. The
flat shoes took away some of the effect, but Sarah knew that once these were
exchanged for ones with heels the outfit would be quite stunning.

Olwen noted, with approval, Sarah's hair style, for she had pinned her fair
locks up and as she moved to meet her it wasn't difficult to see that her
breasts too lacked any support and moved with sensuous fluidity inside her pink
dress.

The two soon crossed the iron bridge and followed the trailer track up to the
old cottage and when they got there they first had to shoo away several sheep
which had found refuge in the broken doorway from the afternoon heat, and they
bleated in dismay at the intrusion of the humans.

Once indoors it was immediately cooler and they picked their way through spars
of wood and debris to a back room where bales of straw were stacked. Sarah could
see that Olwen had been up earlier and made some preparations, for there was a
thick, blue blanket spread over some of the straw bales and in the corner she
caught sight of a small bottle of brandy, some lemonade, glasses, towels and an
enamel bowl full of water.

"I see you've thought of everything, Olwen!"

"Well we need to be comfortable. With luck it could be a long session."

"Where am I going to be?" she asked.

"I thought you'd be best through here," and she led Sarah back into the large
room of debris and then through another door and along a dark corridor which led
behind the main room. Again Sarah observed that Olwen had made preparations for
her comfort.

"My goodness, you have been busy!"

A small patch of suffused light from a missing wall stone allowed Sarah to
locate a few bales of straw which had been stacked against the inside wall in
the form of a large armchair, and when she took up position, she could see that,
though the plaster had been scraped out of her side of the adjoining wall, the
laths on the other side were still intact so that the view into the next room
was excellent and the only part hidden from a watcher's eyes was the area below
the wall.

She ran round to look from the other side, just to make sure that she couldn't
be seen, but Olwen had done a perfect job and no one, who was ignorant of being
observed, would ever guess what lay behind one of the many exposed patches of
missing plaster in the small corridor.

"You've enjoyed getting ready for this haven't you Olwen?"

"Of course I have," she agreed with a grin. "Do you approve?"

"I'm very impressed," said Sarah, feeling the excitement mount and then her
throat began to feel dry and she had difficulty swallowing and to be honest the
whole thing seemed so unreal to her that she had trouble even with her
breathing.

"Time to get ready," said Olwen looking at her watch.

The two checked each other's make up and changed shoes and then Olwen brushed
her hair again and pulled her breasts up high into the neckline of her dress.

"I hope he's not late," she breathed. "I told him not to be here before three,
but I hope he's on time. God, I'm wet though already and my palms are sticky.
How are you, Sarah?"

"The same," she whispered. "Olwen, I can't really believe this is actually
happening. It all seems to be some sort of dream I'm having."

Then they both heard the car engine whining as it negotiated the steep and
narrow track from the main road below, and they glanced at each other and
swallowed hard.

"Well now you know it's real, so get into your corridor. Make sure you stay
quiet and listen, I nearly forgot, there's a drink for you down the far side of
your chair."She embraced Sarah briefly and pushed her away. "Remember to enjoy
the show and try to remember the details so we can swap notes when this is all
over."

Sarah hurried as quietly as she could through the far door, made her way down
the dark corridor and sat in the straw chair. She checked that the drink Olwen
had mentioned was at hand and, glancing through the peep home to see that the
room was still empty, she marvelled at the lighting effect as the sun sent
shafts of light in through the gaping roof and the far high windows, and the
golden beams, infused with dancing dust motes, lit the straw bed like the stage
of some dramatic theatre production.

She quietly unscrewed the metal cap of the small brandy flask, and poured
herself a good measure into the plastic cup. She heard the car engine reach the
cottage and stop and then came the sound of the hand brake being engaged. She
tried to hear what was said, but only managed to distinguish Olwen's squeals of
delight and then she heard a car door click and then nothing.

It seemed an age before anything happened and Sarah gulped at her drink until
she felt her head spinning.

After a while she strained her ears as the low murmur of voices continued from
beyond the cottage and she recognised Olwen's excited laughter and then the
voices became louder as the pair entered the gloom of the cottage and suddenly
they were in the room.

As Sarah settled to watch the scene unfold, she saw the two pause in an embrace
at the door to the room and, after a long while they broke apart and she could
see how Olwen's breasts heaved with excitement and at last she got her first
look at Mark Tolmey.

He wasn't a tall man, but Sarah could see that he was strong and powerfully
built. He was wearing a white, short sleeved top which set off his well muscled
arms and biceps and he had a broad chest and narrow waist and, as Sarah's eyes
travelled down his body she saw the bulge at his groin which threatened to burst
from his tight jeans.

He had black, curly hair and darkly hooded eyes and Sarah thought at first that
he had a rather cruel look but, when he turned in the light she saw, to her
relief, that he was clean shaven and quite handsome.

He cast an eye about the room and nodded in approval when Olwen asked him if
everything was in order.

"Well, I can see I was expected," he said smiling and he had a deep voice with a
strong Welsh accent and Sarah couldn't help but admire his confidence and
apparent lack of embarrassment with the whole situation.

"What's this surprise of yours, then?" he asked.

"Oh you'll have to work hard before you get that my Boyo," teased Olwen as she
lifted her hands to her hair and Sarah saw how the action made the neck of her
dress gape and push her breasts forward.

Mark too noticed the effect and reached out, and pulled her effortlessly towards
him. He kissed her, forcing her lips apart and as their tongues played he thrust
himself against her and cupped her buttocks as their hips ground together.

They broke apart at last and he spun her round in his arms so that she was
facing Sarah with her back against her lover and then he lowered his lips to her
neck and pushed the sleeve of her dress from her shoulder while Olwen ran her
tongue over her reddened lips sensuously and winked towards her hidden
companion.

Sarah watched awestruck as his huge hands delved into the plunging neckline and
marvelled as they reappeared each grasping a perfect globe. He flirted at the
nipples with his stubby thumbs and soon the red berries stood out proudly and
Olwen's eyes rolled upwards in response to he mounting passion.

He lowered a hand and crushed the dress at Olwen's groin and alternately
squeezed and flattened his palm in time to her thrusting hips. Without a word he
turned her to face him and, squatting on his haunches, he rose, lifting up the
flame coloured dress and pulling it from her shoulders and then he gazed at her,
openly admiring the eroticism of his lovely partner.

Olwen, without any sign of embarrassment, took a pace back and posed for him,
dressed only in her white suspender belt, stockings and high heel shoes and she
put her hands behind her neck and smiled at him teasingly as she stood
absolutely still in a pool of diffused sunlight which seemed to emphasis the
roundness of her breasts, the curve of her belly and the deep valley between her
shadowy thighs.

"Well, do you approve, Mr. Tolmey? Has it been worth waiting all this time to
see?"

Mark was speechless for a long while and then he threw back his head and laughed
out loud.

"I knew you'd be good Olwen Jones," he said, "I knew from the first time I saw
you that you were a hot little thing. I always trust my instincts and they've
never once let me down."

He moved to her and gently stroked her breasts once more, before squeezing their
ripe fullness and assessing their weight and bounce and Olwen tugged the shirt
from the waistband of his jeans and he lifted his muscular arms as she pulled it
from him. She closed in on him and, smiling up at his face, unfastened the belt
of his jeans and loosened the press stud before slowly lowering the zip and
pushing them to his ankles.

Without arousing his suspicions she walked him into one of light beams and,
turning him sideways, knelt before him and, in full view of her watching
companion, grasped Mark's tumescent manhood in her hot palm and slowly ran her
slender fingers over the whole white shaft before rubbing her thumb over the
thickened and half exposed end.

Sarah stared wide eyed, as the long, dark weapon came into view. She raised a
hand to her mouth when she saw the length and thickness of it and dare not even
blink for fear of missing a single moment as Olwen played with his erection,
pulling it down and allowing the springing cock to slap back against his belly.

Mark laughed at her games but, when she licked her sensuous lips and looked up
at him hungrily, he moaned something to her and Olwen pulled back the collar of
loose skin, exposing the swollen and purple head to Sarah's admiring gaze.

As Mark put his hand on her head and thrust his hips forward, Olwen opened her
mouth wide and brought the magnificent beast towards her and slowly the
charger's thick and swollen head disappeared between her red lips and soon more
than half the thick shaft had been accommodated.

Before long the two set up a steady rhythm and Sarah noticed how slick and
slippery the cock was getting and how loudly the pair were breathing. Mark
pulled at his partner's head, twisting his fingers in her hair, and soon his
head went back and he began to jerk his powerful hips as his excitement mounted.

Sarah waited for the inevitable explosion but, without warning, Olwen pulled her
face aside, threw her arms about his straining buttocks and rested her hot face
against his flat stomach.

Mark was left like a fish out of water and tried to force her head back to the
task, but Olwen would have none of it and looked up at him adoringly and gasped,

"Not yet, Mark.....plenty of time. Let's not rush things, eh?"

"My God, woman, you'll be the death of me. I was all but there. Do you think I'm
made of stone?"

"Well this bit of you is," she said laughing and tapping his erection with her
teasing fingers, and he stood back, pulling the jeans from his feet and throwing
them after his shirt.

"Do you want me to take these off?" she asked.

"God no, not yet!" she exclaimed, "you look so sexy like that. You can leave
your shoes on as well for the moment."

She sat on the straw bed and watched as he fought for breath, and then shuffled
her way backwards onto the blanket before settling down at an angle to the
viewing hole and raising a slender leg.

She patted the blanket by her side, and he crawled on hands and knees and lay
beside her and again kissed her open mouth and caressed her lovely breasts. Then
his hand was at her dark, curly bush and, when he felt the slippery slickness of
her groove he inserted a middle finger and slowly spread the moistness around
the whole area and onto her silky thighs.

Olwen raised her hips as the finger glided over her clitoris and, sensing that
this was what she wanted, Mark teased the sensitive button and rolled it gently
this way and that. Then Olwen parted her thighs to give him better access and he
kissed his way down her soft body until he buried his face between her legs and
put his tongue to work in place of his fingers.

By this time Sarah was rooted to her spy hole and she marveled at the drama
unfolding in the room beyond the wall. The quality of light from the sloping
shafts of beams added a dream-like atmosphere to the erotic tableau and gave the
whole scene a feeling of wondrous unreality. She held her breath as Mark lifted
his head and shifted his body so that knelt between his partner's thighs and
then she watched as Olwen reach for his cock and guided it to her very centre;
saw her eyes close as it slowly entered her aching cunney; saw her mouth open as
she shouted silently to the dark ceiling.

Soon the pair were as one and they thrust together with an ever increasing
speed. Olwen grasped her partner and dug her nails into his back and, as Mark
worked away, his biceps bulged and he rocked backwards and forwards as his
buttocks clenched and unclenched like some mighty engine.

It was Olwen who cried out first, warning him of her approaching climax and, as
she thrust her hips quicker and began to force a faster pace, she knew that she
had reached the point of no return. She brought her arms higher and grasped him
about the neck, pulling herself up to him so that her breasts flattened against
her partner's chest and causing him to bear their combined weight with his
powerful arms.

Mark gasped out his frantic instructions and they both pleaded in short ecstatic
cries.

"Yes! Yes! Please! Nowwwww!!" and suddenly they both went rigid.

Then the moment was upon them and they raced away towards some distant
destination and the inevitable conclusion and their combined jerking spasms went
on and on for some time, and at the end, Olwen released her hold and dropped
back, like someone dead, while Mark fell sideways and landed, face down, across
the blanket covered straw.

Sarah almost fainted, for she had been unconsciously holding her breath for such
a long time, afraid that the very act of breathing might have broken the spell
and ruined such a galvanizing experience. She took a deep drink, sat back for a
moment and closed her eyes, panting as her lungs fought for oxygen. She soon
became aware of the spreading dampness between her legs, and avoided the growing
temptation to touch herself, knowing that she would be unable to resist the
burning need to bring herself release and increase the risk of discovery.

Her head hammered and she wondered whether she should leave the safety of the
hideaway, run into the next room and throw herself onto the bed and the mercy of
the two lovers already beginning to stir.

She began to breathe deeply, trying to calm her powerful longings and moved
forwards in the chair to watch once more as Mark rolled over, once again
exposing himself to Sarah's disbelieving eyes, the whole length of his powerful
frame.

"How different from Tim," she thought. "What would such a man do to her? Would
he hurt or humiliate her? Would he expect her to use his mouth on him as she had
seen Olwen do?" and she allowed the possibilities to rage in her mind and in the
end decided that she was too afraid to follow her desire and that discretion was
definitely the better part of valour.

Having poured another measure of brandy, she downed it in one and returned to
her spy hole, anxious to observe what might begin to develop in the room beyond.

Olwen sat up and her fingers drifted across Mark's hairless chest. She stroked
his pink nipples in tiny while Mark caressed the wet secretions on her silken
thighs.

"That was so good," she said.

"The best?" he asked.

"Maybe, but I'm still a young woman, and perhaps I'll find better. Who knows?"

He squeezed her thigh making her wince and then she laughed and turned to kiss
him.

"Did you enjoy it? I mean, was it worth a round trip form Blackburn?"

"That depends, Mrs. Jones."

"Depends on what?" she asked.

"On what the surprise is you promised me!"

"You don't give up easily, do you?"

"Well I just can't imagine what it can be. I've seen you naked, shagged seven
bells out of you so what on earth have you still got to surprise me with?"

With her head spinning from the brandy, Sarah listened, fascinated by the verbal
sparring going on in the aftermath of passion and noticed his puzzled smile and
Olwen's teasing glances.

Suddenly Olwen turned to face the spot where she sat, and Sarah knew immediately
what she was about to say. She turned wide eyed as Olwen gazed at her and her
heart seemed to hammer away beneath her heaving breasts. She wanted to signal to
Olwen that she was afraid, but dare not give her presence away so she sat, open
mouthed and helpless, as Olwen's smile widened and she almost fainted when she
heard,

"It's a lovely surprise, Mark. Honestly you'll love it."

"Come on then. What is it? Look down here girl," said Mark, "our friend's
getting impatient."

Olwen gazed with awe at the growing shaft and Sarah looked at it with dread as
the thing grew and grew until it was once again rigid and standing proudly from
his body.

"If I tell you that there's a beautiful woman not five feet from where I'm
sitting, who would love to have you do with her what you've just done to me, but
is far too shy and lady-like to ask, what would you think?"

Mark sat up and examined the wall beyond Olwen. His brows furrowed and his eyes
narrowed as he sought to make sense of what his teasing partner was saying. He
knelt up and smiled uneasily straight at Sarah, and she suddenly believed that
he could see her and cowered back in the chair.

"You're having me on, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not. She's called Sarah, and she's a beautiful woman who needs a man to
show her what she's missing."

"A virgin?" he asked.

"No, silly, but she's not made love to a real man for a very long time."

Sarah's head dropped and, as she jerked in fear, her empty glass fell from the
straw chair and clattered onto the floor.

"By God, you're not joking, are you?" cried Mark. "Sarah! Come here, Sarah!
Don't be shy. I promise I won't hurt you."

Sarah slumped back, like one defeated and utterly lost. She closed her eyes,
horrified by the enormity of the situation, and when she heard Olwen's laugh,
she moaned with both fear and longing as Mark called out once more.

"Sarah baby. Come on. Quickly Sarah. I don't want to have to fetch you. Come on
my love."

Her head hammered and she felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an
oncoming car.

"Speak to me, Sarah, there's a love."

She couldn't answer even if she'd wanted to, for her mouth was dry and her
tongue refused to move. She cast about for a way out of the room, but the only
exit was down the dark corridor and through the debris strew entrance.

"Come on, Sarah. You've no choice after what you've been watching. Hurry up love
before we go cold."

How she stood and walked down the dark corridor she would never know and then
she turned, like one possessed, into the doorway of the bedroom and stood there
transfixed.

Mark saw her, taking in her loveliness; the fair hair piled high, the thin
straps on her slender shoulders, her unfettered breasts and hard nipples
straining against a dress which molded against her shapely body with its long
legs and high heeled shoes.

He suddenly sensed that she was about to turn and run and leapt from the bed and
grasped her hand and put an arm about her waist.

"What a lovely surprise, Olwen. I reckon I've died and gone to heaven this
afternoon. I can't believe that this is really happening. The times I've lusted
after you and now I've had you at last and here you present me with another
surprise."

"Do you think you can manage the pair of us?" mocked Olwen, noting the jut of
his weapon and the sheer lust of his gaze.

Soon Sarah was in his arms and he was kissing her. He forced her lips apart and
before long she began to respond to his probing tongue and stroking hands. She
felt the straps of her dress being lowered and began to protest, embarrassed by
the spreading wetness between her legs and all too soon she was naked, except
for stockings, garter belt and shoes, and Mark was kissing and sucking hungrily
at her nipples and sending electric waves of pleasure throughout her aching
body.

Gently he placed her across the bed and, as he explored her cunney with his soft
lips and probing tongue, Olwen moved closer and began to stroke her friend's
breasts and scrape her long fingers in the bush of fair hair at her groin.

Sarah was lost and desperate for fulfillment as her doubts and fears were easily
forgotten and she allowed herself to relax and enjoy all the pleasures and
sensations her companions were creating for her.

She stroked Olwen's back and caressed her round buttocks and, when she moaned
with passion, as Mark's tongue brought her to the very edge of fulfillment, he
lifted from her and she groaned with disappointment. Olwen moved aside and Mark
crawled higher up the bed before sitting with his knees astride Sarah's slender
waist and, from where she lay, the view of his standing cock was absolutely
stunning and she looked at it, half afraid of its power. The purple tip was
heavily swollen and velvet smooth, and she noticed a hard throbbing vein that
ran the whole length of the underside of his shaft. The whole machine looked
both menacing and exciting and she marvelled that Olwen had somehow managed to
accommodate most of its thick length in her mouth.

She looked beyond it to his face and he smiled at her.

"Did you see everything we were up to, Sarah?"

"Yes," she confessed quietly.

"A bit naughty, wasn't it? Was it your idea?"

She didn't answer. She didn't know what to say to him, but she looked at Olwen,
but couldn't see her and then she felt a mouth at her cunney and closed her eyes
as the waves of excitement began to run.

"How long is it since you've been made love to?" he asked.

Her heart pounded and again she didn't know what to say to him, or how to answer
his question.

"Would you like me to fill you?" he asked.

She felt the tongue at groove and began to squirm with passion and then she
closed her eyes for a moment as the waves began to run from all the attention
she was receiving from both partners.

"Hold me," he commanded. "Come on, don't just lay there!"

She looked again at the cock and lifted her hand to it and it really did feel
wonderful as she squeezed the shaft, marvelling at its powerful rigidity. She
saw a tear of liquid leave the narrow opening in the end and, with her thumb,
slicked the sticky teardrop over the soft tip, causing the machine to lift and
jerk like the wayward arm of a crane.

"Do you want it, Sarah?" he asked.

She smiled up at him and began to manipulate the collar of skin so expertly that
before long her hand flew up and down the rigid shaft as he thrust himself in
time to her ministrations.

Suddenly she was sure that she wanted him and was afraid that Olwen's teasing
tongue would send her crashing over the edge before she could stop it and she
moaned with genuine pleasure as Mark, sensing her approaching climax, pushed
Olwen aside and bent to kiss Sarah's open mouth.

She felt him shift his position and released her hold on him, and then he was
between her open legs and she gave a sharp intake of breath as she felt his
weapon nudging, and sliding out of control in her wet groove.

She sensed the pressure of his swollen tip and then it broke through and the
force of his prick entered her slick vagina and plumbed her very depths. She
screwed up her face and closed her eyes with the building sensations and, when
he broke into a steady rhythm she strove to match his pace and before long they
were flying.

She loved it and revelled in the sheer pleasure of the moment. He plunged ever
deeper and withdrew to the very edge until she was sure they would come apart
but, at the last moment he thrust forwards once more, and they were one.

She knew that he was near, for she sensed the tiny jerks surging through his
shaft, causing her to contract her internal muscles so that the pulses of
pleasure flowed back and forth between them and then, without warning, Sarah
felt a huge blackness in her brain and beyond it she could just see a small
white light. She cried out aloud, and surged on towards it and from very far off
she could hear Mark yelling at her to get there.

She heard a scream and wondered who it might be, and then she broke free of the
darkness and was blinded by the dazzling whiteness. Her head seemed to swell and
her hips thrust upwards so rapidly that she lost control and felt bolts of
scalding hot liquid shoot to he deepest centre, then on and on they strove,
faster and faster until she collapsed and sobbed aloud with the sheer passion of
it all.

She dare not open her eyes, for she didn't want to spoil the moment and, after a
long time she felt him move and she moaned in protest as he lifted his
comforting weight form her.

When she finally recovered and looked about her she appeared to be alone on the
bed and struggled to sit up and saw the other pair at the foot of the straw
bales. Mark, propped up on one arm was drinking a lemonade and Olwen was wiping
his chest and legs with a damp towel.

When they saw her they stopped and looked at her and she smiled shyly, somewhat
embarrassed.

"Now that's what I call a surprise," said Mark. "You two are unbelievable!"

Olwen, who was paying particular attention to Marks" genitals said,

"We're not bad as a pair, are we Sarah?"

Sarah giggled and said,

"We're not bad as a trio, either!"

They all laughed and then Olwen, who was still working away at Mark's limp tool
asked,

"Am I wasting my time on this?"

"My God, woman. Who do you think I am? I reckon you've had all you're going to
get this Sunday. Mind you, I wouldn't mind another surprise when you fancy one.
You know where I live."

Olwen winked at Sarah and said,

"Afraid it's not that easy, Mark. Hubby will be home soon and Sarah's fellow is
coming down to join her. This is a one off, my friend, but I'm sure it's been
worth the trip hasn't it?"

Mark pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the mouth.

"It's been fantastic Olwen, honestly. No one will ever believe me will they? Not
that I'll ever breathe a word, I promise!"

"Well, as you say," said Olwen, "I have your number, and who knows, I might
arrange a return match at some future date. No promises mind. It's been great,
Mark and just what the doctor ordered. What do you say, Sarah?"

Sarah smiled shyly, for she was still in the afterglow of the most sensual
experience she had had in a long time.

"I think it's been truly fantastic!"