Jilly

I seduced, co-erced or forced myself on a young, underage, girl. Call it what you will but it happened, I’m ashamed it did, after the first time but went on to enjoy what I conspired to happen, again and again. A true story that fortunately worked out alright, it could have gone the other way! Why did it happen? I’m a bloke, married for 15 years and to be honest bored of fucking my wife, who had gone from enjoying sex to putting up with it. I needed some spice, something to let me know I could still “pull”, something to boost my ego. That’s my excuses!

I owned a bit of land, to the rear of my house, having no use for it myself I rented it out to a local woman and one her daughters to keep their pony on. Sarah was a short woman, broad in the beam, what you may describe as a “country girl”. Jilly, her youngest daughter wasn’t anything like her mother. Although fairly plain looking she was a ponytailed blonde, very slim, 15 years old but had a rack of boobs far too big for her small body frame, it seemed to have appeared overnight! I often flirted with Sarah with double meanings and suggestions which could be taken either way. Nothing harmful and nothing ever came of it. Jilly was, who, I believed, too young and naive to understand the banter, would just smile as me and her mother verbally jousted.

One week-end, as circumstances would prevail, my wife was going away for a long week-end, I couldn’t because of work commitments and Sarah and her hubby and eldest daughter were also going away. Jilly had to stay at home and look after the pony. Sarah asked if I would keep an eye out for Jilly and make sure she was safe after going riding on her own, something she never did. I agreed and even offered to cook tea for young Jilly.

Friday night, I bid my wife farewell, spoke again to Sarah, in front of Jilly, so that we all knew what was happening over the week-end. Jilly was her usual shy self and always smiling as Sarah explained that she must do as I told her, not to answer back or question my instructions. Sarah had always been strict, Jilly always quick to carry out any instructions, which was going to make my week-end interesting. I was already planning what I was going to do, my mind racing and blood flowing to obvious regions of my body, as Sarah spoke to Jilly it must have been obvious as I caught Jilly, firstly looking down at the ground as she received her orders and then she seemed to be looking at my crotch, her eyes widened as she slightly lifted her gaze from the ground.

Saturday morning, I worked and finished at lunch time. Jilly came down to muck out her pony and went home again. She returned at about 3 pm, sddaled her pony and went for a ride. I kept my eye out for her return, 2 hours later. I made sure I was around when she returned. She rode up to her stable and dismounted. I couldn’t help but notice the huge damp patch on her jodhpurs, she’d obviously enjoyed her ride out. “When you’ve finished mucking your pony out I’ve got some pizza for tea” I told her.
“O.k, I’ll be there in a bit” she replied.

About half an hour later she appeared at the door, knocked and waited for me to let her in. “You’d better jump in the shower” I said as I directed her to the downstairs shower room. “I, er, um” she stammered. If my plan was to work I had to get her into the shower. “C’mon hurry up, tea will get cold” I instructed as I more or less pushed her into the shower room. I waited outside the door, listening for the shower to start. It was a power shower, plenty of water and plenty of noise. As soon as I heard it start I unlocked the shower room door, from the outside, easily done with the type of lock used, quietly crept in and removed Jilly’s clothing. I quickly put them in the washing machine and switched it on. I had purposely put a special towel in the shower room, it was similar to a large “shammy leather” used for cleaning cars. They were useful as they dried you quickly and dried themselves quickly to, ideal for Trekking or camping as they were thin and light. I relocked the door from the outside.

The shower stopped, I heard the door open. Jilly was humming to herself as I presumed she was drying herself and then I heard her say to herself, “Where’s my clothes?” I knocked on the door, “You ready yet?” I asked her. “Er, where’s my clothes?” she shouted through the door. “I’ve put them in the wash, havn’t you brought some clean ones?” I knew full well she hadn’t. “I, er, didn’t bring any” she spluttered out. “Well wrap the towel around you until they are ready” I told her.
Jilly appeared from the shower room, the towel was wet and semi transparent where it stuck to her body. It just about covered her, from just above her boobs to just to the top of her legs, the towel was only just wide enough to wrap around her and she had tucked it under her arm to tie it to her. She very demurely followed me through to the kitchen.

“Please sit down” I ushered her.