The Cottage with the Red Door

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The Cottage with the Red Door.

As soon as Ed felt the engine cough he instantly knew he'd made a huge mistake.

"Not now, Please!" He shouted out loud, "Not here."

It then went very quiet. He pulled the clutch lever in, in a desperate attempt to keep forward momentum. He and his motorbike quickly came to a rest by the side of the lane. Ed looked down at the fuel tap - yup, it had already been on reserve...

He left his helmet to try and to keep at least one part of him dry. As he started shivering he looked around at his surroundings. Rain came down sideways across the desolate Moor as the wind steadily increased.

Stupid, stupid boy, he kept repeating to himself. He then crouched down by the side of his bike to try and keep out of the worst of the driving rain. As he sat there cradling the engine to try and warm his frozen hands he realised he was in serious trouble. He couldn't remember ever feeling colder - or more miserable. Evidently, he must have taken the wrong side road in an attempt to find the short cut. To cap it all off, he had absolutely no idea where he now was, and he'd forgotten his phone. He pictured the headline in the local newspaper;

Young Motorcyclist found frozen to death on Moor.

Realising he only had a finite amount of time to do something constructive he got to his feet and had another look around. He thought he saw something through his steamed up visor. He lifted it and squinted into the icy cold rain. Yes - across the ridge, he could see smoke.

He quickly removed his bike keys and started walking across the Moor. After ten minutes of staggering over the uneven, boggy ground he saw the roof of a building. He quickened his pace until a small cottage, with a red door appeared through the gloom. He broke into a run as he saw lights on inside. With him within shouting distance he caught a foot in a clump of gorse and down he went, hard. He soon realised he could indeed get colder and wetter - and more miserable. With everything he had left, he got to his feet and limped on until he was standing at the door. He rapped against the brass knocker loudly, then stepped back.

Ten seconds later the door opened. There he saw a lady the same height as himself with straight brown shoulder length hair. She was wearing a long brown woolly jumper and a herringbone skirt that finished just above her knees. She had black tights on and she wore thick high socks. She also had rosy cheeks which did seem slightly strange to him.

"Please." He said through his open visor.

He watched as she just stood there, clearly unsure of what to do. Just then he saw her begin to close the door.

"PLEASE!" He pleaded, "I really need help."

The door slowly re opened and she stepped to one side.

"Come on then, don't let all of the heat out." She said in a friendly tone.

As soon as the door shut behind him, he slumped to the floor shivering uncontrollably.

"Oh dear, you are in a pickle aren't you?" And with that she crouched down in front of him and began undoing the fastening on his helmet before removing it.

She then started rubbing his hands with hers. His hands hurt so much he couldn't stop himself from crying. She knew from personal experience in the army just what he was now going through.

"We'll get you sorted." She said looking into his eyes. He stared back at her and nodded.

Over the next few minutes she managed to pull his boots off and get him out of the worst of his wet, muddy gear, and drape blankets and throws over him. She went back to rubbing his hands. She couldn't believe how cold they felt.

"We need to get you by the fire yeah?" she said sternly. "Help me, Yes?"

He nodded again, and with great effort he managed to clamber to his feet.

"This way." She said steering him down the hallway.

She then noticed him limping.

"Have you just done that?" She said with concern. He nodded.

After a few more steps they entered a small cosy room that had an open fire crackling away.

"Sit." She said lowering him down onto the sofa.

"I'll be right back, no closer to the fire than that yeah?" And with that she disappeared.

Ed could sense the worst was over. He still couldn't feel his fingers, but he no longer felt sick with pain. He shifted slightly and noticed a open laptop by his side suddenly light up. Casually he glanced over. He saw chapter four underlined and a page of text. He thought he read...

Just then the laptop was slammed shut.

"Here, put these on and drink this." The woman passed him a pair of woolly gloves, and once she'd helped him pull them on handed him a steaming mug of sweet tea.

"I'm Ed." He said

"Susan." She replied.

"I can't thank you enough." He said blowing over the mug.

Susan then knelt down in front of him and carefully rested his ankle on her warm thighs.

"I don't think it's broken, just sprained." She said after inspecting it, "we should really get some ice on it, but I think you've been through enough."

She then disappeared again. Ed was so tempted to risk opening the lap top again but thought better of it. Susan soon returned carrying a first aid box. He then watched as she carefully and skilfully put a support on it. Once she'd finished she sat down in a chair opposite him.

"What are we to do with you then?" She asked.

"If you could possibly let me stay a little while longer, I'll then phone my Dad to come and get me."

"Err, there is a problem there." Ed raised his eyebrows at her, "No phone line and no phone signal." She added.

Ed thought for a few seconds about what she'd just said. Eventually he spoke;

"Have you possibly got a can of petrol I could buy from you?"

"Sorry - I don't own a car and the generator is diesel."

He sat there silent for a while looking at the rain lashing off of the windows.

"To be honest with you Susan, I can't think of anything else to do. I really don't want to go back out in that.

"No, you are definitely not going back out in that today, besides it will be dark soon."

She looked across at him for a while. She couldn't decide how old she thought he was, with youngsters today, she thought, he could be fifteen or twenty-five. She then realised he must at least be seventeen to be riding a motorbike.

"Will there be someone worrying where you are?" She enquired.

"Probably not until tomorrow, my mum is away at the moment."

"Well then, you can bed down on the sofa tonight."

"Are you sure? I won't be any trouble, I promise."

The thought of staying just where he was in this warm, cosy room lifted his spirits. He put his empty mug down and noticed a dictionary and thesaurus on the side table. He tried to think of something to say.

"Are you a writer Susan?"

Susan fixed him with a stare that worried him. Eventually she spoke;

"How old are you Ed?"

He didn't reply immediately, he was thinking it was a strange question to just come out with.

"I'm nineteen." He thought he saw her visibly relax.

"Are you a writer? It's just I saw the dictionary and that, and I didn't want to stop you from your work.

He watched as Susan started laughing. She was there for a good minute before she finally looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"Oh, you are a funny young man." And with that she got up and left the room.

He could still hear her chuckling away to herself as she climbed the stairs. What a strange woman he thought, lovely but strange. She soon returned with an armful of clothes.

These were my sons - there should be enough there to make yourself decent. She passed him a towel and said she'd give him some privacy to get changed out of his remaining wet clothes.

A tracksuit wasn't his bag, but he had to admit it felt great to finally be warm and dry. A short while later Susan returned with more tea and she sat on the chair opposite him again and drew her legs up and under her.

"Are you interested in writing then?" She asked.

"I am." He then went on to explain about his creative writing course with great enthusiasm for some time.

"There's nothing like it is there?" She said; "Seeing a story come together from nothing. Characters that can do anything, they can be anywhere, in any time - unlimited possibilities."

"Well, limited by your imagination."

"Quite so."

He watched as Susan bent to put another log on the fire. He couldn't help but notice her bottom; it was only a couple of feet away. Her long jumper rode up slightly to show the soft material of her skirt stretched tight over her full bottom. He took a deep breath.

"Crime?" He blurted out suddenly.

"Excuse me?" As she turned around.

"Science fiction?"

She smiled at him and shook her head.

"Romance?" He said slowly.

She suddenly got up and left the room.

"Shit!" He said under his breath. Then he heard her from the kitchen shout;

"Getting warmer."

Ed could feel his heart quickening. He had seen what he thought he'd seen on the lap top. Fucking hell he said to himself.

Susan came back in holding a packet of frozen sausages in one hand and packed of frozen fries in the other.

"These suit you?"

"Thanks." He said smiling.

After the meal, they returned to their seats and chatted about each others lives. Ed learned Susan had been an officer in the Royal Logistics Corps for eight years. She was a divorcee and she had a grown up son and daughter who have left the nest. Ed was surprised to learn she was fiftyfive. She had given him a lovely warm smile when he'd said he didn't believe her.

The subject then went back to writing. They discussed constructing plot lines, building characters and such like. Ed then blurted it out;

"Could I possibly read some of your work?"

Susan looked at him for a long time, before she reached forward and grabbed her lap top.

Ed thought he'd blown it. Susan then opened the lap top.

"Ok." She said, looking at the screen. "What's your thing?"

He just shrugged his shoulders.

"Come on," she said, "Don't go all shy on me now."

Still he sat there in silence.

"Ok, let's do it the hard way. Are you heterosexual?"

"Yes." He said firmly.

"Are you sure? Not even a bit bi curious?"

He shook his head.

"Ok, we can discount those." And she scrolled on, "incest?"

"No."

"BDSM?"

"BD what?"

she scrolled on...

Ed then took a deep breath before opening his mouth;

"Mature love." He said quietly.

"Oh, you're good, very smooth." And she gave him a wink.

A few seconds later she got up and put the lap top on his lap and gave him the mouse.

"I'm going up for a bath. I reckon I'll be gone for a hour." And with that she disappeared.

With some trepidation, Ed started reading. He then heard the bath running above his head. Within ten minutes he was sat there nursing an erection. God, she had a way with words he thought. The two main protagonists then really started going for it and then it hit him. He sat there looking up at the ceiling. He imagined Susan under the bubbles. He realised he'd been reading about a young man and a mature woman, and now a bath had been referenced. Surely she hadn't chosen this story on purpose?

Ed squeezed his cock though the material of his tracksuit. Decision time he said to himself. He put the lap top to his side, and got to his feet. He grimaced as he felt a sharp pain shoot down his ankle. He then limped as quietly as he could until he was at the foot of the stairs looking up.

He knew in his heart nothing was going to stop him from climbing the stairs, but still he paused.

"Do you need a hand up the stairs?" He heard Susan shout down to him.

Even with his ankle he scaled the short staircase in record time. He could then see an open door with steam flowing out. Ed limped to the door and looked in.

"I thought you'd never make it." She teased.

Ed saw she was indeed luxuriating in the bubbles. She had her hair tied back and he could just see the curve of her breasts. She looked at his trousers tenting out.

"Enjoy the story?"

Finally gaining his confidence, he stepped into the bathroom. She smiled mischievously as he started to undress. Once naked he sat on the edge of the bath.

"What a beautiful penis." She said, "It's been far too long Ed. You wouldn't believe how frustrating I get here on my own, writing about everyone else fucking each others brains out."

"I'd like to fuck your brains out, very much."

"I should hope so too." She said flicking some bubbles at him. "I think it's the least you can do."

"Let me look at you Susan." And with that he got up and held out his hands. He steadied himself against the side of the bath as she slowly stood up. She looked at him apprehensively.

"Just stunning." Ed said, then reached out and started wiping the bubbles from her body. He then started gently caressing her breasts. Susan sighed as his fingers lightly brushed over her hard nipples.

Ed then felt Susan grasping his cock in her hand. He was a little surprised by how hard she then squeezed it.

"Oh, that's going to do the job just fine." She said with a chuckle.

"Turn around." Ed said as he held her hips and twisted.

Susan dutifully did as instructed and then looked over her shoulder;

"Will that do for you?"

"Oh Susan." He replied before stepping closer and embracing her from behind. She could feel his erection resting against her bottom crease. Ed then reached around and returned to holding her breasts, and she then leant back and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Fantastic Tits Susan, I am going to come all over these before I leave this house."

"Sounds great." She mewed.

"Bend over please."

"Fucking hell Susan - your bottom..."

She then crossed one leg in front of the other and push her bottom out.

"It passes muster then, does it?"

With that Ed got to his knees and sank his face deep into her bottom.

"Oh, Ed. What a naughty boy you are, do you know where your tongue is?"

He decided it was a rhetorical question and kept his tongue firmly where it was. He then put a hand on her inner thigh and very slowly moved it further up. This turned out to be a good call because Susan grabbed his hand and tried to move it higher. Ed resisted with all of his strength and a bizarre type of arm wrestle contest followed.

"Fuck Ed, you absolute fucker."

When Ed had had his fun he gladly relaxed and then felt his hand being pushed tight to her sex. A finger slipped in easily, followed by another.

"Tell me what you want Ed." She said groaning against his hand.

"Play with your clit, while I get ready to push this hard cock deep inside you."

Within a second Susan was frantically rubbing her clit.

"That's it, good girl."

Susan was in heaven but she still strangely found time to think when was the last time anyone had called her a girl...

Ed resisted pumping his cock whilst he was simultaneously fingering her pussy and tonguing her tight rear hole - he wanted to last as long as possible inside this wonderful creature.

"I'm getting close!" Susan said loudly.

As soon as the last word had left her lips, Ed stood up and pressed his cock head into her crease. He then pushed trying to find his goal.

"Whoa! Easy soldier, a little lower if you please."

With that Ed found her wet receptive opening and quickly thrust in.

"Fuck Ed!" she shrieked. "Go on, fuck it as hard as you want."

He gladly complied and holding her hips hard he thrust in and out hard.

"Tell me when you're about to come." He said to her following up with; "I can come anytime you like."

"My, my, full of tricks aren't we?" She said with her hand busy between her legs.

"Fuck, you've got the pussy of an eighteen year old Susan."

"I bet you say that to all the fifty-five year olds..."

After a few minutes she started showing the warning signs.

"Come for me Susan, you beautiful sexy woman."

She didn't reply, just carried on with her mission. With more luck than judgement Ed timed it perfectly.

"I'm going to come Susan; I'm going to shoot my young fertile cum deep inside of you."

He wasn't sure if that statement sealed the deal or not, but Susan started her orgasm nevertheless.

"Do it, fucking do it, own it."

Ed couldn't remember coming harder than he did just then. He held onto her until he was sure he was totally spent and she'd peaked. He watched closely as his softening cock fell clear and a steady trickle of his white sperm flowed down her legs.

He then sat back down onto the toilet seat. Susan turned around and put her hands around her back and swirled from side to side. She then looked down at him. It was her best coquettish look.

"You know you won't shock me Ed - you've seen what I write. If you desire to step over now and lick your cum from me, then be my guest."

Ed got up and embraced her tightly.

"Come on, we've only got all night, don't lose your chance." She said coyly.

"Well, I've never been..."

"That's better, come on spill the beans or the sperm of course."

Still he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud.

"Got it!" she said, and left the bathroom.

Thirty seconds later she was back, with something clearly hidden behind her back.

"Follow me." She turned around and walked away.

Ed was delighted to see she'd been concealing a vibrator. He followed right behind her.

"Now, unfortunately I don't own a strap on. But I think we'll manage just fine with this yeah?"

Ed's cock was beginning to stir as he saw Susan climb onto her double bed and beckon him over.

"Now, I'm going to make love to you Ed. Do you trust me?"

"With my life." And they both laughed.

"Well, I hope it won't come to that."

Ed then thought that Susan kissed him like a much, much younger woman. He watched as she started kissing his chest and then his flat stomach.

"God, I've wanted to suck a cock for so long." And with that she dipped her head lower and took his hardening cock into her mouth. Susan relished in the sensation of having a cock grow whilst inside her. The sensation didn't last long though, as it was soon filled to capacity with blood and pulsed impatiently against her tongue.

Once she was happy, she moved away and reached over to her bedside table. Ed saw her return with a tube. He watched closely as she then lubed up the vibrator.

"Lay here Ed." Susan patted the bed.

Ed did just that and instinctively pulled his knees up to him. Susan noticed this.

"So, this isn't your first time?"

He shook his head.

"You naughty boy!"

Susan then contorted herself into a position where she could suck Ed's cock and play with his bottom. At the same time as she took his cock back into her mouth she started teasing Ed with the end of the now buzzing vibrator.

As soon as Ed felt the wet tip sliding up and down his crease he groaned out loud and held onto Susan's head. She loved watching the changing expressions on his face as she then pushed against his anus.

"Fuck!" He shouted.

Susan pushed forward with a little more pressure. She smiled over his cock as she and Ed then felt the tip ease inside.

Ed's hand came back and held onto her arms, stopping her from going further. Eventually he released her arms and relaxed. Susan then pushed in until almost all of the eight inches were safely resting inside.

"come in my mouth, yeah? Oh, by the way, you can use your hand on the back of my head - I like that."

Ed nodded. Susan then took him into her mouth again. She then started gently fucking him with the vibrator. Susan did pause briefly to apply more lube but then steadily increased the rhythm. After not long Susan noticed Ed bucking up against the cock substitute and pushing her head down hard. Suddenly Ed froze and a strangled sound filled the room. Susan had no choice but to swallow, with Ed holding her in position and her mouth rapidly filling...

They lay holding each other for a while. Susan then felt Ed's cock twitching against her thigh.

"You know, I really like watching, you know..." She said.

"You would like to watch me wank my cock whilst you play with yourself."

"You are very perceptive aren't you?"

Ed leant over and started sucking each nipple in turn.

"That sound like a great opportunity to get these wonders finally covered..."

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They sat at the kitchen table with their boiled eggs and coffee. Ed looked across at Susan;

"What happens now?"

"What happens now is that you get on your motorcycle, that, by the way, is currently parked outside the front door, (Ed got up to check straight away) with half a tank of fuel in it, and you then ride off into the new day with, hopefully some fond memories. You don't want to be hanging around with an old woman like me."

Ed was still looking out of the window at his bike.

"How did you..?"

"Oh, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. You'd better look lively - I've got a deadline to meet."

Ed took one last look at Susan leant up against the door frame with her arms folded before smiling and swinging a leg over his machine. He was just about to swing down on the kickstart lever when he heard her shout;

"You know I'm going to write about this don't you?"

Ed kicked his bike into life, glanced in his mirror, then pulled off up the lane.

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Ten minutes later there is a motorcycle parked in front of the cottage with the red door.

There is now an ordinance survey map spread out over the kitchen table with a compass on top. The cottage is very quiet. Just the kitchen light shade gently swinging from side to side show's someone is home...