The Woodsman

It had been a dismal weekend with the family. Such high hopes for the public holiday, but the inclement British weather had literally dampened their spirits. So on the Sunday her husband, John, had suggested a drive out. The two young girls, 5 and 7, loved car trips and there was a petting zoo not far away.

They drove past Windsor and headed cross country, enjoying the view under the dark skies, listening to audiobooks and playing eye spy. Just past High Wycombe, Sophie saw something that caught her eye, and she urged John to slow down. In a lay-by there was a huge display of wooden carvings, of all shapes and sizes. Intrigued she asked John to pull in.

It was very unusual. The figures were roughly carved out of what looked like oak. Animals, toadstools (some with fairies), wood nymphs, dragons, some made into chairs, tables or benches, some just decorative. There was a huge truck nearby and as Sophie and the kids walked around exploring the range a man jumped out, followed by a young boy. He greeted them with a warm smile and a welcome shout. Sophie took him him in. From his accent he was clearly from the traveller community, which probably explained the strange setting. He was of medium height, with dark, tousled hair, and a handsome, weathered face. Piercing blue eyes looked out from beneath a dark brow, and they had a glint to them that made her shiver as he smiled at her. She didn't know why but she blushed at the eye contact and the cheeky, engaging, smile. It was quite disarming.

He introduced himself as Connor and offered to show her around. She followed him through the array of carvings as her husband played with the kids and some of the smaller figures that delighted the girls. Connor explained that he carved all the figures himself, by hand, mostly using a chainsaw (that explained the rough textures) but with some finer detail added using chisels. He caressed the wood as he talked, and her eyes followed the movements of his strong hands, scarred from his work, and the arms, thick from manual work, that shrugged free from his checked shirt.

When he hesitated she realised she had been quite distracted and not really listening. The beaming smile and that look in his face showed he knew, too, as he asked, 'was she interested?', his hands rubbing up and down the coarse grain of an oak figure. Flustered, she struggled to reply, 'what do you mean?, and he laughed, helping her out of her awkwardness at the innuendo, throwing his arms wide.

"Do you want to buy anything?"

She giggled, feeling relaxed but quite girlish in his company, and, though welcoming the way out he had offered, in turn caressed the wood, starting to flirt with this charming man, forgetting her family nearby.

"What can you offer me?", she teased, her head angled as she tossed her hair.

He caught the look in her eyes and returned it, flirting back. "Depends what Ma'am is looking for", rubbing along the carved limbs of a wood nymph,"I'm sure I can oblige"

Flushing red, Sophie felt a spasm between her legs that she had not known in a while, and her heart started to race. Flustered, she looked over to where her family was, checking she wasn't being watched, and walked over to two huge bear carvings. Flirting aside, these would look magnificent in the garden. They stood tall on the back legs, towering over her 5' frame and, leaning back into one of them she enquired of him. He approached, looking down at her small frame as she nestled between the carved oaken arms. She nearly melted under his gaze, and the deal was soon done. Two bears, for a price that would, she felt, give him welcome income,

The deal done, they returned to where her husband played with the kids. Her smile said it all and John was dismayed to learn that she had, once again, been impulsive. Seeking a way out he asked how they would get them home since, due to their size and weight, being solid oak, it was impractical.

"I'll deliver them", Connor interrupted, disarming John, and forestalling further debate..

She walked the kids to the car, seaming her boyish hips, knowing Connor was watching her, and they were on their way after he had loaded up his truck and got the boy back inside. John remonstrated briefly as they drove, at the cost and the impracticality, but there was no debate. Sophie invariably got her own way.

Sophie was quietly lost in her thoughts as she watched the truck in the car mirrors as it followed them home, and re-lived that brief encounter. The words. The looks. The gestures.

When they arrived home, John was clearly annoyed and not feeling helpful as they tried to unload the bears. The fencing and the hedging around their home made access difficult . She dispatched him to the park with the kids, determined to sort this out.

Connor smiled as he saw her family trudge off, busying himself with the small crane and giving instructions to the boy. The three of them worked well as a team. The boy was his son, she soon learned. One of several and, no, he had not married any of the women.

In what seemed like no time at all, the bears were installed on the front lawn. The son asked if he could use the bathroom and, left alone, after a brief awkward silence, Connor asked if he could 'help with anything else'. She looked across at him , wondering if she had read things correctly, or was she making a fool of herself, a married woman with two young girls. That glint in his eyes made her pussy spasm again, and she flushed red.

"There is something, yes", she replied as she walked towards the garage. She felt his eyes upon her as he followed on, hoping that he found her small bottom in her tight yoga pants attractive. She couldn't help but sway a little, leading him on.

Once inside the garage doors, she realised she had no plan. She turned to him, uncertain, but he made it easy for them both as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately. She folded herself into his warm strong arms as they enveloped her. He tasted of tobacco and coffee and he smelled of wood and diesel and he excited her. She glowed warm between her legs as he kissed her forcefully and his tongue pushed into her mouth as her lips parted willingly. The symbolism not lost on either of them.

His hands rubbed eagerly up and down her body, pushing her top up over her tiny naked breasts, twisting her pink nipples painfully,and rolling her yoga pants down past her knees. She fumbled for his belt, unbuttoning his coarse jeans and freeing his cock that was already hard and alive in her hand. She looked down briefly, curious, seeing it surprisingly brown, not pale, not especially long, but thick, nestling in a dense bush of coarse black hair that extended along the shaft. She wondered how many of his traveler women that had been inside, and how recently. Returning to kiss again, she moaned into his mouth. She wanted him and that filthy cock that had pleasured so many women.

And he wanted her, turning her around so she braced her hands on the wood pile, he roughly tugged her panties down, revealing her small white bottom. "Nice arse", he exclaimed, and she briefly wondered if he wanted to take her in that way (she would have let him), but his strong, dirty fingers **** her legs apart and she soon found that thick penis penetrating her. She shivered as he pushed eagerly inside. She was so wet for him she felt almost ashamed, but opened her legs wide as she braced herself.

He fucked her smoothly and effortlessly and she moved against him, mewing. She hadn't been fucked like this before. Too late, she thought of protection, but, smiling (again those images of him with all those traveller girls and all those babies), gave herself up to this stranger. Any thoughts of a 'quickie' were soon dispelled as he bent her over and drove in and out again and again. Thick, dirty fingers found her swollen clitoris and she bucked suddenly as the rough fingertips coaxed an orgasm from her and still he continued, while slapping her bum. He was good and she delighted in the sensations, bent low now, as he used her for his pleasure and she feared for discovery half naked in the garage, bent over like an animal, but a firm push on the back of her neck and his hand signalled a change. He grasped her hips and pushed deep and she came again as she felt him spurt deep inside her unprotected womb with a grunt and a slap on her girlish bum. Still he continued and he fucked her harder now until she came again with his thumb up her arse, whimpering she was so sore, and he was fully spent.

Sophie sighed as he left her like that, bent over the wood pile, grinning like the cat that had got the cream and satisfied (like his many women?). She felt his cum running down her thighs and heard him pulling his clothes back on. Not a word was spoken as he tugged her panties and pants roughly back up and slapped her bum again, more dismissive this time. She liked that: he was finished with her! She smiled.

Straightening up, she turned to face him, and had to stand on tiptoe to kiss him before they headed to the garage door, his hand on her bum. Sophie ground to a halt as she saw through the half open door the outline of Peter, her elderly next door neighbour! He just stood there, with an enigmatic look on his face.

"Are you all right, Sophie? I was… passing by…looking … “, he hesitated, “for John", he continued.

She blushed a deep red. She could feel her face burning. Had he seen? Did he know?

She bustled past him blushing, relieved that her family wasn't home yet, leaving him behind with Connor, hoping he’d deal with it.

He did, thankfully, but barely 5 minutes later her husband returned with the two happy, giggling girls from the park. By that time, Connor and his son had loaded up the truck and were ready to depart. Peter and her husband were in conversation and Sophie stood leaning against one of the bears as she watched them pull away. Her panties were dripping wet from their lovemaking, her thighs sticky.

"See you again", Connor called out of the window as his son gave her a smiling 'thumbs up' from the passenger sear.

Sophie tried to put Connor out of her mind, tried not to think about the rugged man and how he'd made her feel, how they'd had sex in the garage but she just couldn't forget how he'd made her feel. She found herself daydreaming about him, reliving those few fantastic moments of fucking over and over in her head, her body reacting to her thoughts so that she was walking around in a constant state of arousal. She worried that her husband might notice, but John was completely oblivious to any change in her.

One morning, just a few days later, John had already taken the girls off to school, Sophie was just finishing straightening up the house, stacking the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher when she heard a vehicle, a truck by the sound of it, pull up outside the house. Curious as to who it could be, she felt a small burst of excitement at the thought that it could be Connor. “No. Don't be silly“, she chastised herself, telling herself it was probably just someone from the gas company or the city. It was only when she peeked out of the window and saw that it was Connor's large truck parked there that she really believed that he'd come back. She wondered what he wanted, why he'd returned, even as she felt a small surge of excitement, a blush of arousal between her legs. Had he come back for more? For her? She wondered and wished as she hurried to the door just as there was a firm, hard knock on it.

She felt a flutter of nervousness in the pit of her stomach as she paused by the door, her hands patting her hair, hoping that she looked alright, before opening the door, seeing Connor standing there. He was just as she remembered him, the dark tousled hair, the weathered handsome face, piercing blue eyes, the knowing glint in his gaze that turned her knees to jelly. She was just about to open her mouth, to greet him, to ask him why he was there, when he stepped into the house, his large strong hands gripping her waist, pulling her to him. His mouth covered hers in a fierce, passionate kiss as he pulled her tight against him. Her hands gripped the front of his fleece, smelling the scent of wood and diesel on him, as she found her mouth opening, yielding to his kiss, welcoming it. She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't feel this way towards him, that she should push him away, tell him to leave... but those words would never come. It was wrong but it was what she wanted. She wanted to feel this way, to feel needed, desired, she wanted him! She wanted him to take her again. She wanted something alien, foreign, even dirty. And something told her that this wasn’t going to be the last time.