Sunday Serial – XXIII

“You did it. Clever girl. And now you’re here. Welcome home. I’ll shut the gates, then Bonnie can get out and explore. There’s lots of garden out back for her.”

He put Anna down and charged off to close the gates.

“Out you come, Bonnie. Have a look at your new home.”

Bonnie jumped out and immediately began sniffing around. She wee-ed neatly, then meandered over to meet Sam and signified her approval by jumping up to lick his face. He stroked her silky head.

“Welcome home Bonnie. You and your Mum are going to live here with me.”

Anna locked the camper smiling mistily, then she was swept off her feet and held to Sam’s broad chest.

“Get the keys out of my shirt pocket, woman. Gotta carry you over the threshold, so you have to get the lock.”

He strode towards the big oak door and Anna fished in his pocket.

“Which key?”

“The Chubb.”

She leaned down and unlocked the door, before turning the handle. Sam finished the job with his foot and carried her into a wide beautiful hallway.

“Oh Sam,” Anna cried softly, “it’s lovely. But what about Bonnie’s toenails and her hair?”

“That’s what it needs. Right now it’s just a house. I need you and Bonnie to make it a home.”

She couldn’t speak through the lump in her throat, so she just kissed him. Hard. He laughed and thundered up the shallow stairs with her held close to his broad chest. He kicked open a door and dropped his burden on the bed, following her down.

“Now then. I reckon it’s about time we christened this bed.”

Anna grabbed him by the hair and dragged his mouth down to her own. He kissed her hungrily, then rolled her onto her face before bending to bite the soft skin of her inner thigh. Anna groaned and the sound seemed to drive Sam mad. A while later, once the madness had been fed, they lay in a sated heap, and both noticed the truly horrible state of their clothing. Anna’s tee shirt was torn beyond repair and her little denim skirt was bunched around her narrow waist, while Sam, who was still wearing his trousers and boots  found himself hobbled like a grazing horse.

“We really are behaving like teenagers,” Sam managed to croak through his laughter.

“Not me as a teenager. I was a proper miss goody two-shoes, so this has the added benefit of novelty.”

She twisted her head to look at him.

“Could you manage to move, love? I think I’m losing the use of my legs.”

He levered himself over onto his back.

“That’s about all I can manage. I can’t even see my boots.”

“In a minute I’ll help. I just have to recover the power of coherent thought.”

Sam scooped her up with one arm and pulled her to lay across him so they were face to face.

“Hello beautiful,” he said softly. “Happy?”

She nodded.

“Don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

They lay there for a while, content in each other’s arms. Then Anna stretched and got up to deal with her disordered clothing, which she did by pulling the tee shirt over her head and lobbing it into the corner, pulling down her skirt, and retrieving her panties from the floor. Once she had wriggled into them, she bent to the sartorial chaos around Sam’s feet. “Lift up your backside, then I’ll slide your trousers and pants up. After which you should be able to move.”

She suited action to words and Sam sat up gratefully.

“I’m impressed. Beautiful. Sexy. And logical. I struck lucky when I met you.”

She smoothed his blue-black locks.

“Can I borrow a tee shirt? You trashed mine.”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

He grinned unrepentantly.

“I’ll buy you another.”

“You will not. Just lend me something to put on for now.”

He went over to a chest of drawers and withdrew a plain white tee.

“It’ll be massive on you.”

“Never mind. It’ll cover the tits.”

It did, but it also covered her skirt, reaching almost to her knees.

Sam laughed.

“You look like a little girl in her dad’s shirt. But sexy with it.”

She knotted the tee shirt on her left hip, and aimed a cuff at him.

“Less of the sexy mister. Show me this house. And let’s show Bonnie the garden.”

He grabbed her hand enthusiastically.

“Yes. And let’s move your stuff in. I want to feel like you are really here to stay.”

Jane Jago

 

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