When A City Boy Gets Lost In The Countryside [M35/F59] [AgeGap] [PussyLicking] [Vanilla]

Once upon a time in a land far far away there was a small town in the middle of nowhere. A place where everyone knew everyone, and nothing was happening at all, and I ended up standing in the center of it, next to the church and the only bus stop, looking for a way to get out, to get back into my inner city apartment.

I ended up where I was at because I came up with the grand idea to leave the summer heated concrete wilderness I was working and living in behind me and to once more head out into the much cooler, more relaxing and definitely less stressed countryside.

As always when thirty five year old me went on trips like that, I had no real plan where I was heading to, just a starting point and some vague knowledge of the region I was heading into.. I gained that knowledge not through reading some hiking guides, I only looked at some maps and satellite images on the internet on the evening before I headed out into the unknown.

After I had left the train that had taken me out of town I was already somehow standing in the middle of nowhere, only surrounded by a few residential buildings, some trees and plenty of never ending looking fields. There were two streets and one field road leading away from the train station and straight into the totally unknown. At least totally unknown for me.

As planed on the evening before, I took the path leading straight into the fields. Something that was totally doable, because shooting people for trespassing wasn’t a thing at all where I was at.

I walked, I walked and walked even more while enjoying a fresh breeze, the sounds of the countryside while constantly looking around to find something that was worth taking a picture off. I already had a shot or two when I sat down on the top of a small hill to have lunch.

While eating and looking around, enjoying the views, I discovered a small interesting village that looked like it was from a previous century. A place that most likely hadn’t really changed a century or maybe even longer.

The place looked beautiful, idyllic and was asking to be photographed. So I decided to walk there and take some pictures. I was assuming that I would reach the small town in two, maybe three hours.

But how wrong had I been, I arrived at my destination in the very late afternoon – a little bit on the exhausted side of things – while the sun had already begun to set on that very beautiful late summer day. It didn’t took long and I had my camera out and I was all over the town. I ran into two people while taking pictures, they both greeted, looked at me, shook their heads while mumbling something like “tourists” and then they disappeared again.

Once I was done taking pictures, it got too dark, the light had disappeared, I headed towards the one bus stop the town had to offer. The bus stop itself was laying next to the church right in the center of town, and when I go there, when I looked at the timetable, it hit me hard: The last bus had already left town before I had arrived, and the next one would leave town in the following morning.

After realizing that I was stuck far away from the next train station, airport or any other matters of long distance public transport – I was actually planing on going out on a one day trip – I had to sit down on the bench next to the time table for some time and do some thinking: “Calling a cab out here in the middle of nowhere, expensive. Very expensive. Knocking at some random doors trying to bribe people living in the houses to drive me to the next train station, hoping that there still was train bringing me back into the city, risky.”

While thinking about a way out I looked around the small but very charming main square and it was then that I realized that there was an inn, and the place seemed to be open. I watched one guy entering the guy while I had my little breakdown.

All together it wasn’t a severe nervous breakdown, just a tiny little panic attack, because luckily the following day was a Sunday, and the Monday after I also was off from work, so I had two days to get back into the city. Something that seemed more than doable.

Once I was done thinking, after I had fully regained myself, I decided to try my luck and head into the inn too. Maybe some of the people inside were from out of town and willing to take me along or maybe there was an empty room where I could spent the remainder of the night in.

After entering I quickly realized that it was neither a fancy nor a huge place: A bar, a few tables, a dartboard and some old pictures on the wall, that was all there was. And the place was mostly empty when I entered, a few people were playing cards, one guy was sitting at table on his own starring at a half empty glass off beer and a mature woman in her late fifties was standing behind the bar.

When entering the room I threw a loud hello into the round, for a brief moment I had everyone’s attention, then they all went back to their own business after checking me out from tip to toe and greeting me back. I didn’t feel particularly welcome, nor did I sense any aggression towards me. The other guests just didn’t care much about me entering what was the only bar, restaurant, inn or whatsoever the small town had to offer.

I decided to sit down at the bar. While I was putting my backpack on the floor next to me the mature woman who was standing behind the bar asked me what I wanted to drink. I went down the non alcoholic route, and when I was looking up again – I had to get my walled out of my backpack – the drink was already standing on the counter in front of me, and the older waitress smiled at me: “I am curious, what has brought you into town at that time of the day? Normally those taking pictures show up really early in the morning.”

The smile more than suited the waitresses well aged face. I had to look at her smiling face for some time before I answered her question, and told her the story about how I ended up in town that late on the day. She listened, asked quested and excused herself from time to time when she went to serve the other five guests their next round of drinks.

When I was done telling my story of the day, I asked the mature woman behind the bar a little bit about hers. The older woman dodged my question with the following words: “Just an average day as the owner of a small town inn. And actually, do you want something to eat, I have some leftovers from dinner time back in the kitchen? I could warm them up for you, if you like.”

Before I was able to nod with my head and accept her offer, the man who had been sitting alone at the table all off a sudden raised his voice: “Be careful, many people died or ended up with at least some severe food poisoning after they have tried her cooking.”

The mature woman still standing behind the counter, while practically stabbing the still alone sitting man with her eyes and with more than just a slightly annoyed tone in her voice: “Yes, everyone gets sick after or dies after eating my cooking. Everyone but you. You eat here almost every day, and still, I didn’t even manage to poison you just a little bit.”

The lonely drinker listened, shrugged his shoulders and decided to give his attention to the half full beer jar standing in front of him. After taking a big sip, he once more opened his mouth: “Well, you get used to almost everything.”

They mature bartender once more stabbed the lonely drinker with her eyes, then I once more had her full attention: “Ignore him. My cooking might not be the best on Earth, but so far no one got harmed by eating it. So do you want some? For you it’s on the house.”

Free food. You can’t say no to free food, can you. So I said yes, and a few minutes later a plate with some steaming hot local food was standing on the counter in front of me. The waitress, the four card players and the lonely drinker wished me bon appetit, and then hungry me dug in.

The food, it was okay. Slightly above average, so totally edible and the owner off the inn served plenty of it. I got through a second full and a third quarter serving before I finally put the knife and the fork down. A pleased expression appeared on the mature bartender’s face while she watched me dig in. Once I was done eating, she once more looked over to the lonely drinker: “See, he likes it. He even ate a second and a third portion.”

It was then that the lonely drinker emptied his jar with one big gulp, got up and walked over to the counter. At first he looked at me, then he looked at the mature barkeeper, then he once more looked at me before he spoke out loud while looking at the mature woman again: “Can you put my things on my tab?”

The female bartenders head went up and down, then she wished the lonely drinker a good night, and so did I. The man then said good night to the card players, they mumbled a few words back before their cards had them again, and then he said the following words: “Good night to you two lovebirds.”

By the looks of it the lonely drinker was a good observer, because the mature bartender and me, we were more than checking out each other since I had entered the inn, and we most likely had been flirting a little bit too. But despite it being that way, his words made the mature woman blush. She turned red like a tomato and once more gave the lonely drinker who was around sixty another view that can kill: “Out with you. Now.”

A smile appeared on the older man’s face: “A good night to you, see you on Tuesday.”

Then he left the inn. Now it was the mature female bartender, the four card players and me in the inn. The card players kept playing cards, and occasionally ordered another beer, while the mature bartender and me were talking over some sparkling water and some soft drinks. Time began to fly by. We really had things to talk about, and yes, we were heavily flirting too.

When the clock stroke twelve, the bartender served the last round of drinks. Not even fifteen minutes later the card players played their last round of cards, then they payed their tab, wished us a goodnight and then the left. Not without the last one of them leaving letting out another everything but serious comment: “Be careful, she has already buried a dozen men.”

Instead of saying a word the mature bartender locked the door behind the leaving men, closed all the curtains, cleaned their table and then she returned back behind the counter where she put the empty beer glasses into the dishwasher, and bent over a lot while doing so. She even was shaking her butt for me. It didn’t took long and horny me was in full swing. So was horny her.

Once she was done finishing the dishwasher, we were practically all over each other. We both were bent over the bar, me from the guest side, the mature woman from the bartender’s side, sharing one passionate kiss after the other until I more or less pulled her over onto my side were the kissing continued, just with our hands all over each other’s bodies.

Then our clothes were flying through the room, our inner horny animals were running free, had broken out of their cages. I then, we were still passionately kissing each other, lifted the mature woman onto the counter top I had sitting in front of during the whole evening and began to kiss my way downwards.

Some more than approving moans escaped the mature bartenders body when I kissed her boobs, when I sucked on her nipples before I kissed her belly and then opened up her legs to place my tongue onto her more than tasty looking pussy.

At first my tongue was on her clit, then my tongue was all over her sweet pussy, then my tongue was as deep inside her sweet pussy as anyhow possible. I gave my meanwhile more than rock hard and pre cum leaking dick a few hard strokes while I was eating out the mature owner of the inn I had been in.

It didn’t took long and her hands were running through my hair, and her moaning was filling out the whole room. The more than two decades older woman clearly was enjoying herself while I enjoyed the taste of her pussy. It shouldn’t take long and the mature woman moaned out a simple more.

And more she got. A first finger of mine slid inside her. I went in slowly, gently, then I finger fucked her slow, gently and as deep as anyhow possible while my tongue kept on taking good care of her clit. Not too long after a second finger of mine was going in and out of her pussy while the mature woman got lost in the act more and more.

Her hands began to hold on to my head, to press my head, my tongue against her clit while her legs were closing around my head and while her moaning most likely was filling out the whole inn. Luckily it were only the two of us in the building.

Then the well aged barkeeper came. Her legs trembled, she let out a few last very loud and intense moans, then all the previously built up tension left her body. After the older woman was done coming I carefully pulled my fingers out of her pussy, I then stood up and looked at her satisfied looking face while cleaning her pussy juices off my fingers. I made sure to not miss even the tiniest drop of it.

Once my fingers were clean, after the mature woman had returned into her body and passionate kissing set in. My horny levels were through the roof, and despite having come already once, hers too. Our hands were all over each others bodies again. One passionate kiss followed the previous one until the well aged woman whispered the following words into my ear: “Bend me over the table they have been playing cards on and fuck me good.”

Not even half a minute later the mature woman was bent over the table the card players had been sitting on, playing cards all night long and I was standing behind her, more than ready to slide my rock hard dick as deep inside her as anyhow possible. I went in gentle, slowly, to give her some time to adjust herself to the more than awesome sensation of getting a rock hard dick inside her pussy.

Once I was in her balls deep my hands grabbed for her waist, and then, then I began to fuck her. My butt went back and forth as my dick began to move back and forth, began to slide in and out of her pussy. It didn’t took long and our moaning was filling the room.

I upped the pace, I fucked her harder, deeper and faster. Our inner horny animals were in full control of our actions as we both got lost in the act more and more, as we both enjoyed the more than awesome sensation of her pussy wrapping herself around my hard one.

It didn’t took long and all that mattered for the mature owner off the inn and me was the sensation of my hard one inside her pussy. We lost track of time, track of our surrounding, track of everything else while our eyes began to run in circles and our moaning most likely was hear able out in front of the building.

Sweat began to run down our bodies as my dick kept on going in and out of her pussy. My more than full balls were aching, and all that matter was the next thrust I gave. I worked, I fucked the two of us closer and closer to an orgasm. No holding back, no thinking, no nothing, just pure animalistic lust.

Then I came. My more than full balls unloaded themselves through my rock hard dick. I gave her a few last very hard and deep thrusts while shooting my cum as deep inside the mature woman as anyhow possible.

It were those few very deep, very intense thrust that pushed the mature bartender over the edge too. Her legs were trembling, she let out some very loud and intense moans before there was silence, and two sweat covered, heavily breathing bodies were laying on the table, on top of each other, regaining themselves while enjoying that more than awesome post orgasm sensation.

After the mature woman and me were ourselves again, I climbed off her, she stood up, our eyes met and we shared a few more kisses while hugging each other. Then we gathered our clothes that were shattered all over the place, we cleaned up the mess we had made and then, still fully naked, but with our clothes in our hands we went upstairs, into her bathroom to clean the fucking juices off our bodies before we went to bed.

In her bed – I never saw the promised room from the inside, we just passed by on the hallway – we cuddled next to each other, sharing a kiss or two before eventually drifting off into dreamland.