Visiting the Lake District – Episode three

Sandwich lunch and more by the tarn in the hills.

Read the earlier episodes first.
Sorry if this episode goes on a bit, but it’s a place I can record record events and happy memories of the most remarkable girl, or woman of any age, I’ve ever known.

I woke up, still holding the sleeping Katie’s warm body close to mine. I had some ideas about where to go, places I liked and hoped she would too. I like to walk in the hills, would she like that? What would she want to do and to eat, we had a whole day and more than half of the next day to spend together? Also, I was very curious to learn how this young girl and her sister were so sexually experienced.
She was waking up. “I have to go to pee” was the first thing she said for the day. I got out of bed too and put clothes on. “I’ll see what’s for breakfast” I said, and went downstairs. I was in the kitchen investigating the contents of the fridge and pantry.
“I thought I’d put my pajamas on for breakfast and change into outdoor clothes later” Katie said. In her pajamas she looked so sweet, younger than her twelve years, just a cute pretty little thing. Hard to believe we’d had wonderful sex the night before. But last night she wasn’t a cute kid, she’d been a young woman, seducing me with all her charms, when I’d expected, but not needed, to try to seduce her.
We had breakfast. “I’ll make sandwiches for lunch. If you like I’ll take you to a nice spot I know in the hills and we can eat them there” I said.
“OK, I”ll wash up” said Katie “I’ve tidied upstairs already”. I thought I’d go up and look and indeed, the bed was made, everything was tidy, her empty suitcase was next to the wardrobe and the clothes she’d brought were hanging inside it, or in the drawers.
She’d almost finished the washing up, there wasn’t a lot to do. “Are you twelve, or a thirty two year old housewife?” I said.
“Our parents are working away and hardly ever home” said Katie. “Helen and I, we have to look after ourselves. I can cook, clean, do shopping and find the best prices and value. I can do anything around the house. And in the evenings, Helen and I can have fun. I’ll cook you a nice meal tonight”.
“I can cook too”.
“OK, we can cook together. And after that we can have fun together, like we did last night. I think you might like that, so will I”.
I held her close and we kissed, we held each other for a while.
We drove off, and we did shopping for the evening meal and drinks for the day. We drove past a pub where I’d usually stop for a beer and renew acquaintances with my Westmorland friends, but not this time with Katie in tow! We enjoyed a short walk round Hawkshead. But I wanted to go a bit further, to my favourite walk of all. Luckily the weather was perfect.
There’s an area where cars can park just off the road and from there a walk leads westwards, uphill, the hillside rising to the left and falling on the right to a steep valley with a stream. Nice views as you walk and after a while an area of old lead mines, holes for old mine-shafts heading into the hillside. Further on, the walk comes to a hollow in the hills and a lovely small lake, in Westmorland they call such lakes “tarns”. It’s that tarn that feeds the musically trickling stream we’ve walked above, along the path.
“This is lovely, I’ve never been anywhere like this” said Katie. “Let’s stop here for lunch”. That was my plan. The path goes on uphill but from there, it’s for serious fell walkers or climbers with all the right equipment. I’d brought a groundsheet in a backpack with the food and drinks. We walked away from the path into a sunny dell and sat on the groundsheet, had a nice, light sandwich lunch overlooking the tarn. Past that you can see for miles to the sands of Morecambe Bay to the south, a lovely view. Katie cuddled up close to me and my arm was round her.
“You’ve told me some of the family history. How about telling me how two girls your age know so much about sex?”
“We have the evenings to ourselves. We don’t have money to go to the cinema or anywhere, there’s a group of girls, twelve to sixteen or about, we two are the youngest. We just hang around and see what comes up, sex is free, sometimes it’s fun with a girl, we know boys too. Sometimes there’s a party somewhere, might meet someone new, sometimes a boy, or a man.”
“Drink and drugs? I didn’t think to get beer or anything last night”.
“The first party I went to, just before my eleventh birthday, a man gave me vodka. He probably thought he’d get me nicely drunk and get in my panties but I was so sick and puked all over him. I felt awful all night and in the morning too. Served him right, if he hadn’t, I was feeling hot and I’d probably have let him see if his dick would fit in my juicy little pussy. So I decided then, alcohol’s not for me. I see girls wasted at parties and they’re not really having fun, the same and sometimes worse with drugs. Helen will have a beer sometimes but that’s all, people think we’re weird but they get used to it. I’m not stupid, my brain works OK, why would I want to lose control of it?”
“School?”
“School’s good, I like it, it’s organised and that’s good for me, it leaves me to organise the rest of my life as I must, no mum and dad at home to do it. I do my homework on time and the teachers are happy.”
It seems that I’ve found a girl who’s both a remarkable child and young woman at the same time.
“You’re getting my life story, tell me about yours”. So I tell her a few details, nothing unusual to tell really. Somehow I don’t think I need to worry about her talking to people about me, hope I’m right.
Instead of her jeans, Katie’s got a nice, shortish but not too short, denim skirt on today. Lovely slim legs. “Time to stop you talking for a bit” she said, standing in front of me. I’m sitting on the groundsheet and she raises her skirt. No panties and her pussy’s just inches in front of my face. She holds my head and my mouth’s on the damp slit, she moves my head as she pushes her pussy against my mouth. My hands have to go round her lovely bum cheeks, I’m pulling her to me as she pushes my head and grinds her pussy in time with my sucks and probing tongue. I push her back and down, now she’s on her back on the groundsheet and I’m finger-fucking her and sucking her clit. I love doing it, I want to give her pleasure too, she’s getting there, I can feel her getting even wetter and her gasps and moans say she’s cumming.
I hold her on top of me and her arms are tight round my back. We stay like that, hugging in the sunshine by the tarn, for heaven knows how long. Nothing said between us, until she says “That was wonderful, the best ever. Now, I have to give you your reward”. She’s fumbling with my trousers and I let her do the work. My dick’s stiffening as her soft mouth takes it in. She’s gentle at first then her hand’s wanking me hard and her mouth’s sucking my cock-head. My angel is bringing me slowly but surely to a blissful climax and I cum and cum again into her lovely mouth. I can feel her swallow but as my dick relaxes, she keeps it in her mouth and her tongue makes the sensation last, and last. I’m in blowjob heaven.
“Katie, are you real or am I dreaming?”
“I’m real and I’ve never been so happy. I feel so comfortable and safe with you, it’s different. I want it to last.”
“So do I, my little angel”!
I’d intended to go on to other places in the afternoon to show her more of the Lakes, but it was so nice in the sun by the tarn that we just cuddled and talked until it was time to go down the path, drive back and cook the evening meal. I learned the unusual story of her parents’ work that kept them away from home, sometimes for up to two months at a time. Dad’s a freelance trucker, drives his huge artic all over Britain and Europe. Truckers are in demand and he’s making a lot of money. Mum travels with him with her phone and computer. She arranges his jobs, she’s good at it and has all the right contacts and has built up a business arranging loads for many other truckers, she’s making even more money than he does and it’s all going into a bank in France. When they have enough, it will be very soon, they’ll move the business to France where they can buy property so cheaply, have a big country estate with a yard for the truck and they’ll buy more trucks, employ drivers, and spend more time at home with the girls. Goodbye Preston, bonjour Lyon, Metz or somewhere around there. It’s all planned.
Back at Auntie’s cottage, we cooked the meal together. I fancy I can cook OK but Katie certainly knows what to do and together we made and ate a good meal. I opened a bottle of wine and had a glass, it was good. I offered some to Katie but she stuck to her principles, “No thanks, fruit juice for me”.
It was still early evening, not bedtime. But Katie said it’s time to go upstairs and “she’s the Boss”.
“Last night was perfect” she said “I want to shower with you again. But we can take longer this time, I loved it, you rubbing me all over and me soaping you”. Two soapy bodies cuddling together in the warm shower, we were in there for ages.
Dry and going back to the bedroom, I thought to myself, being with this girl is not like being with a child. I’ve known Katie for just 24 hours and I’ve never felt anything like this, I think I’m falling in love.
It seems I wasn’t alone. Katie said “I think you know I’ve had sex before. But tonight will be my first time to make love. Let’s make it last”.
We did.
In bed, cuddling again, we told each other how we felt. We belong to each other, no boys or men for her, no girls for me. We lay like two spoons together again, I’m not sure who went to sleep first.
In the morning there was no hurry to get up. But eventually we cooked together again and had brunch, it was really good. Made sure we left the house clean and tidy. We headed along a meandering route back towards Preston by way of places I liked. Cartmel, Grange, Arnside, we had little walks in each of them. Holding hands, maybe passers-by thought she was my daughter. Driving along, I said I’d see her next Friday, after my work. Maybe we could go to the cottage again, if not I’d sort something else out.
Back in Preston, she told me to drive round the corner, where I’d seen Helen and the group of girls go. “That’s my house, number 12. But when you come back, don’t park in this street, find somewhere else to park, then walk up the back street. The number’s on the back gate. If someone’s in, the gate will be unlocked, walk in and to the back door. Drop me here and I’ll see you after you park and come back”.
Five minutes and I was at the back door. Helen opened it. “Thanks for looking after my kid sister, she seems to be happy”.
“She’s no kid. She’s a living dream”.
Helen smiled and Katie arrived, hugged me and we kissed. The three of us chatted for a while. Katie showed me the room the two girls shared, I noticed how clean and tidy the house was.
Katie and I were together for almost a blissful year, most weekends and my holidays from work. Then the move to France, near Reims. Champagne country and a good site close to the main road network and a lovely house with lots of land, I’m told.
I have to find a way to get there soon. We promised each other to wait for that. I have, but I can only hope my French holiday will live up to expectations. I still believe.

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