Her Old Cottage – Getting Lost In The Fog And Saved By An Older Woman

On paper going out on an exploration solo hiking trip into a region I never had set foot into before in my whole life sounded like an awesome idea. Not that I just went out, wearing some flip flops, a T-shirt and some shorts, I really prepared myself for that trip: I brought clothing for all weather conditions that theoretically could show up during early summer in the region I was heading to.

Besides clothing I brought a warm enough sleeping bag, a one person tent to shield me from the elements, plenty of high density highly nutritional food and my my phone, with a battery bank or two, that would serve me as my lifeline in case of an emergency and as my primary method to figure out where I was, where I had already been add and where I would head to.

It all worked out great for two days in a ray. The weather was great on my first two days out. It was either cloudy with sunshine or sunny with some single clouds moving over the sky. It was the next to perfect weather to be out in the open, to explore a to me previously totally unknown region: I was constantly looking what was laying behind the grass covered hill, tree line, stone wall or hedge. I had a blast.

On the first day, I still had cell reception, I took plenty of pictures, I even shot a lot of videos and shared them on different online platforms. Lots of encouraging comments came in. Likes over likes. What a great start for my hiking, exploring vacation.

On day two I stopped posting, I lost cell reception. A true sign that I had left civilization behind me. But I kept on taking a lot of pictures, and filming plenty of things. My phone was constantly on and in use. And yes, besides documenting my trip, I also used my phone and it’s integrated GPS to find my way around. I was smart enough to download the maps I would need onto my phone before I even went on my trip.

Then on the evening of day two the weather began to get worse and worse. The temperature fell off, a strong wind came up an it began to rain. But I was safe. My tiny one man tent kept me and my stuff dry and out of the weather while my sleeping bag kept me warm and comfy.

Before falling asleep I once more took out my phone. I pulled a map of the region up on the screen, I located myself on it and then I looked up what was laying around me. I more or less planned my next day, and while doing so I discovered that an inn with a proper road connection was a few hours walking distance away from me. I decided to head there, in case the weather would still be terrible in the following morning. Then I fell asleep.

In the morning after I quickly realized that it was colder than it was in the everything but warm evening that was laying behind me. So I really had to force myself to get out of my still comfy sleeping bag and then out of my tent. To make things worse, it wasn’t just cold, it was damp and cold. The worst weather condition known to mankind.

After cursing for some time in silence I pulled myself together and crawled out of my sleeping bag and out of my tent. It only took me a second or two to realize that the lush green hills, the stone walls, the green grass and those beautiful, very old and somewhat randomly placed leafy trees had all been swallowed by an endless, totally contrast free, mono colored gray void. It felt like I had fallen out of the world.

To add to the ghostly mood, it was almost silent: No animal voices were filling the air, the wind had mostly died off, so next to no wind noises were hear able. It was dead silent. A breath taking silence. For a brief moment I asked myself if I was still alive, or if I had died over night and woken up in some hellish afterlife.

Then my stomach began to growl. So most likely I still was alive, because I personally never heard of an afterlife where ordinary average people were getting hungry. I then made myself some breakfast. I ate, and then enjoyed a cup of coffee while sitting on the stone wall I had put up my tent next to in the previous evening.

While sipping my instant coffee – definitely not my preferred type of coffee, so totally not, but it just was the lightest way to bring coffee along on my trip – I was staring into the gray void while hoping that the fog would son dissolve, and the strong summer sun would break through.

I still was hoping for the very thick gray mist to finally disappear when I was breaking camp. Maybe some strong wind would come up and blow it all away. But it didn’t happen either. It more felt like the fog was getting even thicker.

So I decided that it was time to seek some shelter, to get comfy inside a warm place and wait for better weather. I remembered the inn I had discovered on the map before falling asleep. I got out my phone, and it’s screen was black. When I tried to turn on the phone, it gave me a low battery warning. No problem, I thought.

I quickly reached into my backpack to get out the two power banks I had brought with me. One was already empty, filming, taking pictures and posting them online used up a lot of power. But the second one should still carry a full charge. Unfortunately should carry a full charge, because when I connected it to my phone, nothing.

The battery pack wasn’t charging my phone. Despite me definitely not having used it to charge anything. And me definitely having charged the power bank before I headed out. It didn’t took me long to realize that I had a problem, that I had nothing left to orientate myself in the middle of a see of fog, that gave me a visibility range of a handful of meters at best.

This time I cursed out loud. Some really intense and totally unholy phrases left my body. After blowing off some steam I calmed down and began to think: As far as I remembered, the inn was laying roughly in the opposite direction I had come from. I had more or less followed the stone wall I had breakfast on for the last few hundred meters of walking on the previous day.

Then I had built my tent on the left side of the wall. The left side of the wall from when I was walking up to what should be my future camp side. Now I had a rough direction: Keep on following the wall and hope for the best. Still, there were plenty of things that could bring me off course, like the wall making a turn, the wall ending or the wall splitting into two walls. But having that one wall, it was by far better than having nothing that was showing me the way.

Shortly after I had figured out the direction, or at least the approximate direction I had to head towards to to reach the inn, I took off. I constantly followed the wall to my right. Somewhat starting to enjoy to be surrounded by nothing but gray mist and the total loneliness that came with it.

I kept on going, step after step. Walking around an old huge oak tree from time to time. Or climbing over a stone wall that crossed my hopefully pretty straight path. It didn’t took long and I fully lost track of time. The only cock I had on me, my phone, as mentioned above, was out of battery.

When I became hungry, I assumed that it was around noon. Maybe I should have already arrived at my destination, maybe not, because I had no clue how long I had been walking for. I decided that the inn for sure was laying ahead of me, and after filling my stomach with some food and drinking the last gulps of water I had on me, I headed onward. Always following the same stone wall.

Then all of a sudden I heard noises: A dog barking, a woman shouting orders, the sound of some bells and the sounds that sheep use to make. A relieved sight escaped my body, then I tried to walk into the direction the noises came from. Luckily I was able to walk straight towards them, because there was no deceiving echo around.

Once the noises I was hearing reached a certain volume, I called out for help: “I got lost in the fog, if you are real and not just a product of my imagination, can you help me out a little bit?”

A second or two later I heard a woman laughing out loud: “Stay were you are, my dog and me will find you. Once we are done moving the sheep into a different pasture.”

I gave the woman a brief confirmation then I leaned against the wall that still was next to me and began to wait. While listening to the woman giving orders to her god, some bells ringing and some sheep noises I just smiled. I made it, I had found an escape in a never ending sea of fog.

Then that calling orders stopped, I heard some gate getting shut, then the bell ringing and the sheep noises disappeared into the distance, or behind a hill that I wasn’t able to see. Then there was silence again.

Until I heard the sound of some heavy boots walking through some high and wet grass. Shortly after a silhouette appeared in the fog: A walking human being and an also walking dog next to her. Then the silhouette got more and more textured, and then the older woman and her dog came out of of the fog.

Once the middle aged woman came to a standstill in front of me, her dog sat down next to her, no order to do so needed, she began to check me out from tip to toe. I did the same with her. I clearly liked what I saw, she really appealed to my eye and it was in about the same for her. But she didn’t show that she was attracted to me at all: “What do we have here? A city boy who got lost in the fog?”

I decided to go for it. I confirmed her assumption, but I also tried to fire back: “And what do we have here? An aged hermit shepherd and her dog, both of them having nothing better to do than to look after a lost city boy?”

My words put a smile on the shepherds well aged face: “Actually, I have something better to do. Have a nice day.”

Then the older woman and her dog turned around and began to head back into the fog. Not really knowing what to do, how to react onto her behavior, I kept on standing there, looking after them. The mature woman almost had disappeared in the fog again when she addressed me once more: “Stop looking after me, stop staring on my butt, city boy, and follow me back to my cottage.”

Yes, I really had been checking out her backside. The mature shepherd had caught me in the act, and after I had that realization, I took my feet in my hands to close the gab between the three of us. Now a middle aged shepherd, her dog and a city boy were walking through the never ending gray mist. I never ever have seen fog that thick, heavy and persistent before and after in my life.

Luckily the shepherd knew her way around. She even knew were the stone walled pastures had gates that led from one into the other. No more climbing over wall anymore, just opening and closing some wooden fence gates.

Some filled with silently walking next to each other – not an awkward or inconvenient silence at all – the silhouette of a stone cottage nested in between two big rocks pointing up to the sky appeared in front of us.

The house, the rocks, some bushes and two big oak trees, everything mostly covered in some thick gray fog, it had something magic, something dreamlike. It felt like arriving, or walking towards a remote forgotten witches hut. Like it is described in more than one fantasy book out there.

The mature shepherd was a truly attentive woman. She quickly realized my astonishment, and once she did, she stopped walking towards her stone cottage: “Magical, isn’t it? That is why I fell in love with the place years ago. Just that it had been a derelict abandoned ruin when I first came across it.”

My head went up and down, we kept on enjoying, we kept on admiring the scene a little bit longer until the shepherd invited me in. To my surprise the front door was unlocked. Again, the well aged woman more or less immediately reacted on the expression on my face: “No need to lock the door on foggy days like today, city boy. Not even a handful of people will find this place here in a fog thick like today.”

Once the heavy wooden entrance door to the cottage was fully open, the dog was the first one that went inside. The pet placed itself in front of the big fireplace entirely made out of stone, and the dog wouldn’t move away from there until it would be feeding time.

The shepherd was the second one going inside. She turned on the light, something that was really needed on the dark gray day, and then I went inside and took a look around: The fireplace more or less took over one of the shorter walls, the kitchen, built around a wood fired stove was taking up the other end of the building.

In between, there was a sofa standing in front of the fireplace, a bed, big enough for two, but definitely not an over sized one, was standing on the wall opposing the entrance door. There was a window out onto the backside above the bed, and the wall in between the huge fireplace and the bed was covered with a huge bookshelf.

Then there was a door between the bed and the kitchen that led into a small hallway, that again had two doors: One was leading into the bathroom, and one out onto the backside of the building. And to the right of the front door there was a cabinet, most likely filled with clothes and to the right of it there was a very basic dinning table big enough to house four chairs.

All together, it was a very warm, comfy cottage with bare stone walls and a partly carpet covered wooden floor. And to my surprise it was a little bit warmer inside, but by far not warm enough to get comfortable. But that was something that should change soon.

After getting rid of some of her clothes the mature shepherd went over into the kitchen were she lighted a fire in the stove. While making a fire the mature woman more or less gave me an order: “More firewood is out in the back, can you bring some of it in and put it next to kitchen stove and next to the fireplace? I’ll meanwhile will brew us some coffee.”

It was the word coffee that convinced me to do what the shepherd had asked me to do. I opened the second door, then I accidentally opened the door that led into a surprisingly big and modern bathroom with a wood fired boiler in it and after looking at the clean bathroom for some time I went out on the back of the house, where I found some firewood stacked against the cottage and the rocks the tiny house had been built in between.

I grabbed one of the buckets standing next to it, filled it with firewood, then I grabbed a second bucket, filled it with firewood too and then I took them both and headed back inside. It repeated the progress until the empty firewood spaces in the kitchen and next to the fireplace were full again.

When I was done, the coffee was ready and standing on the kitchen table. I then sat down, opposite of the shepherd and the two of us enjoyed some freshly brewed burned bean juice, and some snacks, while the fire in the kitchen stove slowly but steadily warmed up the place. It was then that the mature woman asked me the following question: “Where were you actually heading to?”

I then told her that I was out on a hiking trip, that my phone ran out of battery and that that is how I got lost. And that when I ran into her, I actually was on my way towards an inn I had seen on a map the day prior. When I was done telling that tale, I asked the well aged shepherd, and owner of the cottage I was sitting in, if she could give me some direction towards the inn.

My question put a smile on her well aged face: “I could, but I fear you went into the totally wrong direction. You would barely make it there before dark under normal conditions. Today, with the fog, and you not knowing the region, I bet that you’ll make it there.”

It wasn’t actually an answer I wanted to hear. But the shepherd wasn’t done talking yet: “But if you’d help me splitting some logs into firewood, I think you might have seen a pile of them in the back of the house, I’d be willing to serve you some dinner and allow you to stay here in my cottage over night. The weather tomorrow most likely will be better than today.”

Two, maybe three seconds off thinking about her offer later, I said yes. Me saying yes put a huge smile on her face, and it was looking at her smiling face that put an even bigger smile onto my face. We kept on smiling at each other a little bit longer before the shepherd asked me another question: “Are you capable of light a fire in the wood fired boiler in the bathroom, city boy?”

My answer: “I can try my best, and luckily we are in a stone building that for sure doesn’t catch fire that fast.”

The mature woman laughed out loud. She seemed to share my sense of humor, then I got my jacket off the hook on the backside of the entrance door and headed over into the bathroom, where I light a fire, and made sure that the shepherd and me would have plenty of warm water to both enjoy a relaxing shower.

After the fire was lit, after I made sure that smoke was getting out through the chimney, I headed outside, where I found an ax sticking inside a huge cutting block and began splitting logs into firewood. It didn’t took long and I got out of my jacket again. Sweat began to run down my body as split one log after the other into pieces.

Once I had split enough logs, I carried them over to an empty space next to the cottage wall and put them in place. From time to time I made a break, enjoying the scenery, it somehow felt like I had ended up in the past, not much, except the solar panels on the roof, gave away that I still was in the twenty first century.

And so far, since the morning, I not even once had thought about checking something on my turned off phone. I didn’t even thought about plugin it in and recharging it’s batteries. It just had vanished from my mind. Impressive, how fast you stop caring about something deemed that important.

Some time later, I was turning hungry again, and the exhaustion from splitting firewood became to show, the door that lead inside the cottage opened up and the shepherd appeared in the door frame: “Dinner will be ready soon. How about you taking a shower before food gets served?”

The words taking a shower put a smile on my face. It would be my first shower since I had been heading out on my adventure a few days prior. So I really took my time scrubbing my body while I enjoyed the hot water running over my body. And the fire in the bathroom that had been heating up the water, it also made sure that the room itself was nice and warm. I opened the small window after I was done cleaning myself to let out out the steam to prevent the place from getting moldy.

Then I went over in the main room, were porcelain and silverware were already standing on the table standing in front of the window, against the wall with one of the shorter sides in the space between the front door and the kitchen. There also was a lit candle on the table and a fire was burning in the fireplace. It was warm, dry and overall speaking just comfy inside the tiny house.

The mature shepherd saw me heading inside, she pointed me towards a chair, then she told me that she would be with me soon, that the already more than good smelling food would be served soon. The well aged woman, who clearly meanwhile had had a shower too, told me that she had to take care of her dog first.

To my surprise the older woman opened the back door of the cottage and let the dog out. Then she went outside to fill up his water and also his food bowl. When she came back inside, I looked at her with a surprised expression on my face: “He mostly always stays outside over night. He looks after me and my cottage, and makes sure that no one gets near it unnoticed. He is not only a herding dog, but also a guard dog.”

My head went up and down, then I watched the mature woman heading over into the kitchen end of the cottage – I offered her my help serving the food, she declined with in about the following words: I don’t want to overwork my city boy, he might need some of his strength later on – she then put the food on the table, sat down opposite of me and then we dug in her. Her cooking was more than good, we both enjoyed our food while talking a little bit about ourselves and our lives.

I told her that I was on my way to become creative director in a PR firm, she told me that she had been working as a journalist in her former life, before she ended up becoming a shepherd and a fiction author. The second one was mostly a labor of life, the first one prevented her from starving to death. Not that she needed much money out here in the middle of nowhere, more or less living off the grid.

Then we both figured out the that the other one was single, that we both have had our relationships in the past, I told her that I was thirty three and she told me that she was fifty eight years old. Once we had the formalities out of the way we talked about everything and nothing.

The mature shepherd and the city boy had more than just one laugh, we figured out that we both were into fantasy novels and fantasy thing in general, and after we were done having dinner, we ended up on the sofa in front of the fireplace. Enjoying a cold drink while getting warmed by fire and the heat that radiated away from the stones that were surrounding the fireplace.

It was then that our bodies moved closer and closer, until they eventually touched. It felt good having the mature woman sitting that close to me, and she also enjoyed having me that close to her. We kept on cuddling for some time, until eventually our eyes met, and then we shared our first kiss.

A kiss that made the mature woman and me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. A kiss that was followed by a long passionate one. And yes, her and me, we really fell for each other during that quarter of the day that we knew each other. Maybe it was love on first sight, for both of us. But it took us some time to realize that things developed more than fast between the two of us, back then, on that day, we just were happy to be with each other.

After making out on the sofa for some time, just some kissing and some groping each other’s fully clothed bodies, the mature woman took me by my hand, we left the sofa, and ended up on her bed, that was standing in front of the window, on the opposite wall of the main door, the long side standing parallel to the wall.

There on her bed, our inner horny animals finally broke out of their cage. One passionate kiss followed the previous one. Our hands were all over each other’s bodies. Our clothes flew through the room. Horny us was more than in full swing. Her hand ended up going up and down on my hard one, while one of my hands ended up in between her legs.

The mature woman and me, we both began to moan out loud. No holding back required when doing it in a stone cottage far away far away from the next neighbor. I made her lay down on her back, then I began to kiss my way down South. I sucked on her hard nipples for some time, then I kissed her belly, and then I slowly opened up her legs.
I kissed the inside of her tights, the mature woman let out more than just one approving moan while I gradually kissed my way towards her more than tasty looking pussy. Then my tongue touched her pussy for the first time ever. Her moaning intensified when I began to take good care of her clit.

Shortly after her hands went through my hair. The mature woman clearly enjoyed my doing, and I kept eating her out until I sensed that ti was time for more. Then a first finger of mine went inside her pussy. Her moaning got more intense, her hands began to hold on to my head while one finger went in and out of her pussy, while my tongue kept on taking good care of her clit.

Then a second finger of mine went inside her already more than wet pussy. Her moaning intensified while I finger fucked her slow, deep and hard with my tongue staying on her clit. Now her legs began to close and pressed against my body while her intense moaning was doing more than filling out the cottage.

I kept on going, I kept on finger fucking and licking her more than tasty pussy. Then she came. The mature shepherd came let out few last loud and very intense moans, her legs got a little bit shaky and then her hands fell of my head. Then she was out, she was gone. I had finger fucked and pussy licked her elsewhere.

While she was out, while she enjoyed that more than just awesome post orgasm moment I licked her pussy juices off my finger and then I moved up again, and laid down next to her. In roughly the moment when I laid down next to her, the well aged woman returned into her body. She opened her eyes, turned her head around and then our eyes met once more. We shared a few short kisses, followed by some long passionate ones. Then it was time for more, time for some real fucking.

The older woman spread her legs, I went in position above her, we kept on kissing each other then she guided my rock hard dick inside her pussy. I nearly came when going inside, her pussy wrapping herself around my boner, it felt more than good.
We still were kissing each other when I was inside her balls deep for the first time every. Then she slung her legs around me and began to hold on to my back while I gave her one slow and gentle thrusts after the other. It was then that the kissing mostly stopped, and the two of us began to moan out louder and louder while my dick kept on going in and out, in and out off her meanwhile more than wet pussy.

Every thrust I gave her felt better than the previous one. Our moaning was filling the cottage when it happened, when the mature woman and me, the city boy, finally fully got lost in the act. Our eyes were running in circles, our brains were off and all that mattered was the more than awesome sensation of my hard one going in and out of her pussy. It was then that the close to sixty years old woman moaned out a harder.

And she got her harder. I fucked her slow, deep and as hard as I could. Sweat began to run down each others bodies, we were already gone. I had already fucked us elsewhere. All that was missing was an orgasm for each of us. A grand finale, that for sure would cure our horny urges for the time begin.

My dick kept on doing back and forth, in and out of her mature pussy. One deep and hard thrust after the other. Her fingernails began to scratch up my back. The pain was a welcome distraction. A distraction that prevented me from dumping my load, a distraction that allowed me to fuck her longer, and maybe a little bit deeper and harder.

But then, then it was too much. Her pussy wrapping herself around my dick, it felt too good. I came, dumped a huge load as deep inside the woman I not even knew for half a day, a woman that was twenty five years my senior. It came more than good, I gave her few last very intense thrusts with my more than rock hard dick while I dumped my load.

It were those last very hard, very intense thrusts that pushed the mature woman laying beneath me over the edge. She let out a few very loud very intense moans. Her fingernails once more buried themselves into my back, her legs began to tremble, then all the previously built up tension left her body and her arms and her legs fell off me, and she collapsed onto the bed she was already laying on.

The well aged shepherd was out, I had fucked her, I had fucked us elsewhere on a that very foggy early summer day. We kept on laying next to each other for some time, heavily breathing, regaining ourselves. Then we shared a few more kisses, and then each one of us visited the bathroom. Once we had cleaned our fucking juices off our bodies, and brushed our teeth, we cuddled next to each other in her bed.

Still totally naked, beneath one blanket, enjoying being with each other, enjoying the nice light that the slowly but surely burned down fire in the fireplace painted onto the ceiling and onto the walls of the stone building. We shared a few kisses, we talked a little bit about our lives, and about the fact that neither her nor me had ever ended up in bed with another person that fast. Not that we had a problem with it.

And then, the fire was burned down, it got dark in the cottage, we both feel asleep. She being the little spoon, I am being the big spoon. Still wearing no clothes, beneath one blanket, that close to each other because we felt like doing so, and to keep us warm and comfy.

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