Stephanie had lit a fuse within me. Never before had any girl made her sexual desires of me be known in such a way. I was going over the events of the day again and again and it was driving me crazy. I wanted her. I wanted her now! As I lay on my bed, I closed my eyes and pictured her in the stable, lowering the top of her bathing costume and revealing the most perfect breasts I have ever seen. In real time she had walked away shortly after, teasing me about what was to come. This wasn’t real time. This was my dreamtime and in my dreamtime, she didn’t walk away!

In my dream, the feel of her wet mouth gently caressing the head of my penis was just amazing. The feel of her hands squeezing and releasing the shaft were too much to bear. Her cries of pleasure as I teased her clitoris with the tip of a wet finger were music to my ears. Only when I had come in her mouth and she had taken it all did my dream let me fall to sleep. When the morning came I lived the dream again.

The rest of the day seemed to last a week. I was to collect Stephanie from her house at 7.30pm and I was to surprise her with what we were going to do. I wanted to be seen with her and at the same time I wanted us to be alone. I had an idea.

I had been a member of the ‘Young Farmers’ group for some time. This was mostly farmers’ sons, daughters and the younger generation of farm workers. Their motto was ‘Work hard & then play Hard!’ Every weekend this was taken literally. This evening there was to be a barn dance and I felt that for a couple on a first date this was an ideal place to start. I still wasn’t confident that I fully understood what Stephanie was looking for from the evening. If I had taken the signals the wrong way at least I would be amongst friends and I knew that those friends would make Stephanie feel welcomed whatever the outcome of the evening.

I knocked at the door at about 7.15pm. The door was opened by a woman who welcomed me in. “Stephanie told us that she was being collected by a young man. She never mentioned how good looking he was!” I didn’t know what to say. This woman, who was obviously Stephanie’s mother, was flirting with me! She was about the same height as Stephanie with a slightly smaller frame. Her hair was much fairer and rested on her shoulders, which gave her a very youthful look. At first glance I would have guessed her age at about 38 but I later found out she was 43. She was wearing an emerald green satin evening dress. It was sleeveless and hung from the shoulders, down over her breasts, tied at the waist with a matching belt and then down to just below her knees. On each side there was a slit up to her thigh. I was speechless. She looked amazing.

At that moment the door at the far end of the kitchen we were in opened and a man walked in. I assumed he was Stephanie’s father. He didn’t stop but kept walking through the kitchen and out the back door to the garage, only managing a muffled greeting of some kind to me. “I’m sorry” said the woman, “I am Kate, Stephanie’s mother and that rude man is Barry, my ignorant husband! We’re on our way out to a friend’s party but, as you can see, Barry would rather stay at home in front of the TV.” With that she wished us a pleasant evening, picked up her bag and coat and left to join Barry who by now was sitting in the car on the drive revving the engine to make a point. As they started to drive away Kate looked at me through the car window, smiled and waved. She smiled but at the same time she looked sad.

At that moment the door at the far end of the kitchen opened again. I turned to see Stephanie enter the room. It was another scorching hot day and she had dressed accordingly. She had on a white summer dress covered in bright red flowers in a Laura Ashley style. It had short sleeves and was cut in a low V neckline. It hung down from the outer edges of her shoulders, revealing a beautiful neckline around which she wore a pure white pearl necklace. The dressed pulled in at the waist and then flared out to just above her knees. She finished off her outfit with a pair of bright red sandals. She smiled at me and asked, “will I do?” knowing that she looked good. “You’ll do!” I quipped as I walked towards her.

I put my hands on her waist and drew her gently towards me. She in turn ran her hands up my back and pulled my head down to meet her. Our lips met and we tasted each other once more. Our tongues were caressing each other. She moved her head to one side and sighed with pleasure as I kissed down her neck. I could have had her there and then but that was not what I wanted. I wanted tonight to be a night that neither of us would forget. I took a step back and said “Now it’s my turn to show you something!” and I led her by the hand out to the front of the house. There was parked our car for the evening. A bright red, open top E type Jaguar. My father was a collector of vintage cars and had agreed to lend it to me for the evening knowing how excited I had been over the previous 24 hours. I couldn’t have planned it better. A beautiful girl on my arm in a stylish 50’s red and white style dress, red shoes and a red open top E type Jaguar! Stephanie just stood there admiring the beauty of the car. This was going to be some special evening!

I explained the plan for the latter part of the evening and the barn dance. To my relief she was genuinely excited about the prospect. I then took her to the back of the car, opened the boot and revealed a wicker basket. I thought that before we went to the barn dance we should share some quality time alone getting to know each other and a picnic on this balmy summers evening seemed the perfect solution. Stephanie ran back to the house, collected a few things, secured the doors and then came running back to the car. Being a gentleman I took her hand and led her to the passenger door. I opened it and invited her to make herself comfortable. As she did so I couldn’t help but admire her youthful beauty. She looked up, beckoned me down to her with her finger, whispered “thank you” in my ear and gently kissed me on the lips. My heart was pounding!

It was still daylight and warm, around 8pm. I knew where to go. My uncle had a field of pasture at the end of a valley and it was only a 20-minute drive from Stephanie’s house. As we wound our way through the country lanes we barely spoke. The sound of the Jaguar engine and the smell of the fresh summer breeze were enough to make us both grin like a pair of Cheshire cats. As we pulled into the entrance to the field all you could see for miles were the rolling fields ablaze in an array of harvest colours. I then remembered the many times as a child I had been brought to this very spot by my parents and the good times that we had had. I could feel that tonight was going to be one of those unforgettable moments in life. It was just about to be proved so.

To be continued ...