One - Bradley
The sun on the back of my neck was burning, sweat dripping down the side of my face as I stood from the flower bed, letting out a breath, my hands on my hips.
“Morning Bradley,” came the small voice and I turned around to face the village main road, giving a wave to Mrs. Cambridge.
“Morning!” I shouted back, watching her frail frame walk into the post office, before turning back to the work at hand. The church gardens were my main job, all other small green areas in the village being my second. The village was so small that it wasn’t demanding work, so I was able to do odd jobs for the mostly older residents. I loved it and I loved Willowbrook and everything that came with it, the morning chats with the postman, not hearing a car for hours on end, having to drive miles for anything other than a pint of milk and then of course the added extra.
“Beautiful day isn’t it?” I looked up at Hazel as she walked towards me, her huge blue eyes were covered with sunglasses and I looked down at her light pink sundress, her legs going on for miles.
“It really is,” I agreed, looking back down at my flower bed. Hazel was like a bloodhound, she could smell me out for miles, and I hated it, because whenever she was around I didn’t want to work, I just wanted to stare at her pretty face all day.
“And here you are at work, Mr. Brannon was asking after you,” Hazel told me and I looked up at her, throwing my spade to the grass.
“Yeah he wants me to help fix the shop wall, a brick has come off of something,” I mumbled, shrugging. Hazel took a step forward and I took a deep breath in, trying to keep as relaxed as possible but that was always near impossible when Hazel was around. Her slim frame suited her short height, her dark brown hair just above her shoulders. She was beautiful, had such a cuteness about her and somehow the fact that I shouldn’t find her attractive made her more attractive. She was the vicar’s youngest daughter and although only a year younger than me, she was out of bounds, unless I wanted to marry her of course. It was likely her life was already planned out for her and although the residents of Willowbrook liked me, I still was the rough boy from London and the Vicar’s daughter shouldn’t be the kind of girl I was sniffing around. “That’s so kind of you,” she said softly, putting her hand on my arm. I tousled my short blonde curly hair quickly, to give myself a minute before I spoke.
“Hazel, stop it,” I said forcefully, under my breath. Her touch felt like fire against my skin, but I wanted to feel the pain, I didn’t want her to move, not really.
“What am I doing?” She asked, her eyes looking up at me before she ran her tongue along her top lip. She knew exactly what she was doing and as much as she pissed me off, my dick was getting harder and harder, causing me a much bigger problem.
“Your dad is in his office,” I said quietly, and she took her hand off my arm, not before stroking down to my hand.
“I will ask you again Bradley,” she breathed out, pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head, moving one step closer to me.“What am I doing?” She finally let out a giggle and I shook my head, picking up my spade again.
“You’re being a bitch,” I laughed, getting onto my knees in front of the flower bed.
“But you love it when I’m a bitch baby,” she whispered to me, leaning down.
“Hazel seriously fuck off,” I chuckled, looking up at her.
“What am I doing?!” She gasped, her hand to her chest. When I didn’t answer she spoke again, a tiny grin on her face. “Fine, see you later Bradley.” She started slowly walking backwards. I stood, not able to take my eyes off her even if I wanted to.
“Hazel,” I said softly, and she tipped her head to the side.
“You don’t want me to leave do you? Shame, because-”
“Behind the oak tree,” I cut over her, throwing my spade into the flower bed with a thud and walking deeper into the church gardens, towards the huge oak tree right before the connecting wall between the church and the woods. It was the middle of the day, Hazel’s dad, Father Brinden, would be working in his office, at the back of the church. The window was stained glass and high off the ground, meaning there was no way he could see us? Right?
I stood behind the tree, my head against it as I took a few deep breaths, finally hearing her footsteps.
“Brad-” she shut up as I grabbed her wrist, pulling her body towards mine.
“Are you wet for me Hazel?” I asked her, my hand going to the back of my head. Hazel untied the string on my trousers, her eyes at my crotch as she plunged her hand in, wrapping it around my throbbing dick.
“I missed you baby, my pussy is always wet for you,” she purred out, in only the innocent cute way Hazel could. But believe me, this woman was anything but innocent. Hazel put her other hand on the side of my face as she slowly stroked my dick up and down, my breathing starting to get heavy as the feeling of pleasure washed over me, kissing her forehead gently. Hazel got tighter with her grasp, pushing her thumb over the top of my tip, my teeth going into my bottom lip, to stop the moan that was so desperate to come out.
“Look out,” I whispered to her, and she nodded, chewing her bottom lip. She wouldn’t look out and I don’t even know why I had bothered to ask her, part of this was the thrill for her and I flipped us around, Hazel’s back against the tree.
“Hurry up then, before the whole village sees you,” she giggled and I smashed my lips onto hers, Hazel grabbing my green t-shirt tight, her tongue pressed against mine, my knee pushed in-between her legs. Our bodies were suddenly so close, and my eyes were closed, not a very good look out but I was passed caring, my dick was rock hard, and Hazel sucked my tongue gently as I moved my head back. She was an amazing kisser, her tongue always warm and sweet in my mouth. I gave her chest tiny kisses, listening to her groan quietly, my lips getting closer to the top of her dress.
“Bradley,” she gasped as I pulled her dress down, putting one of her nipples into my mouth. It was hard and I flicked my tongue against it, Hazel’s hands in my waistband. “Bradley, aren’t you such a good boy for me?” She breathed out and I pushed my knee up higher, Hazel letting out a tiny squeal.
“I am baby,” I whispered onto her chest, feeling her wiggle as I moved my lips to her other nipple, my hand firmly on her hip, digging my nails into her through her tiny dress. My teeth pinched Hazel’s nipple, one of her hands coming to the back of my head. Finally, I looked behind her and the tree, Mrs. Anderson was walking past on the road, but she couldn’t see us from here and Hazel’s dad was nowhere to be seen.
“Quickly baby,” Hazel whispered, pulling my head towards her lips as she did. My hands went up her dress, moving my head back quickly.
“Are you fucking serious?” I barked out at her, and she rolled her eyes, rubbing my ear lobe with her thumb.
“Not even a thank you,” she teased, pulling me closer with her other hand tight on my t-shirt.
“Why are you wearing no knickers?” I asked her, burying my head into her neck. She smelt amazing, her soft skin against my cheek.
“So, you could fuck me easier,” she whispered back, using one hand to pull down my trousers, my boxers coming with them. My head was still in her neck as I felt one of her legs around my waist. My dick pushed against her lower stomach, allowing us both to feel the throbbing, one of my hands going up Hazel’s back.
“How did I know I wanted to fuck you?” I mumbled into her neck, and she giggled, putting her hand down to grab my shaft, pushing it against her clit. Hazel let out a raspy breath as I bent my knees, my tip slowly going to her entrance.
“Because you always want to fuck me,” her voice was firm, pulling my face up by my mop of hair. “But what would Mrs. Cambridge say?” Hazel asked, her eyes were slightly closed, her pupils looking up at me.
“That this is a sin,” I groaned, pushing my dick a bit deeper, her wetness covered me immediately and her pussy was so warm, inviting and I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Oh, the whole village would think that,” she giggled, running her hands through my hair. “That’s part of the fun though, no?” She winked and I couldn’t help but grin at her, grabbing the base of my dick. Just my tip was gently moving in and out of her and it was driving me wild, her pussy tight around me but I needed more. I needed to plough inside her, get as deep as physically possible and make sure my cum stayed with her all damn day.
“Turn around,” I said roughly, stepping back, my dick in my hand.
As Hazel turned around to face the oak tree she finally looked behind it, to nothing, not a car or a group of people or kids running around. Silence, like it usually was in Willowbrook. It was an easy place to run and hide but if whatever me and Hazel were doing got out, the whole village would know our business before I could pull up my boxers. Although that would cause a massive problem for me, I would likely be sacked and have to leave the village. Hazel had the most to lose, her religion, her family would be all against it and Willowbrook was all she knew, I didn’t think she would be able to handle and settle anywhere else. I ran my hands up her thighs as she put her arms up above her, resting them on the tree, pushing her backside out. My grip on her hips was tight as I used my other hand to slowly push my dick deep into her, hearing her gasp for breath as I did.
“Bradley,” she groaned, and I got deeper inside her, thrusting slowly for now, kissing the nape of Hazel’s neck, one of her hands dropping off the tree.
“You have to be quiet for me baby,” I told her, and she nodded, moving her head up slightly and I chuckled to myself as Hazel put a hand over her mouth, her eyes closed. My thrusts got quicker, and her pussy was tight against me, it pulsing every time I pushed deeper inside of her. My breathing was laboured but I knew not to make a sound, the church window was so close to the tree and this was so dangerous. Hazel’s head went back as my flow got faster, shutting my eyes as our bodies made a slapping sound.
“Shit,” I whispered, slowing down.
“No, Bradley,” Hazel muttered, and I wrapped one of my hands around her throat, our eyes meeting as her head moved upwards. “I need you to fuck me hard.” I watched Hazel swallow, her eyes flickering shut. Even her side profile was so stunning, her lips like little pillows and I kissed her cheek, wrapping my arms around her waist as my thrusts got a little faster and a little rougher.
“Like that?” I whispered in her ear. Hazel nodded, gripping my arm tight, her nails digging into my skin.
“Exactly like that, aren’t you a good boy Bradley,” she replied quietly, and I closed my eyes, it starting to come over me. Suddenly I didn’t care about the noise of Hazel’s arse against my thighs, my thrusts were fast and deep, tiny groans coming from Hazel’s chest. I moved one hand from her waist to in-between her legs, my pointer finger finding her wet clit, flicking it, not so gently.
“Baby,” she groaned deeply.
“You like that?” I asked her, my voice strained. She nodded, before her legs buckled, her hand going back over her mouth and I felt her pussy tense. It was squeezing against me, my heart smashing against my chest as I took a deep breath in, smelling her strawberry shampoo and burying my dick as deep into her tight little pussy as I could, finally throwing my head back as I came inside her.
“Hazel?” I panted, opening my eyes and slowly moving backwards. As my dick came out of her she pulled her dress down, turning around to me.
“Trousers,” she barked, and I pulled them up, cum dripping from me but we had tissues, so I had no choice.
“That was, perfect,” she giggled, putting both hands on the back of my head. My eyes darted behind the tree again and the road was just as quiet as when we began.
“You make me do bad things Hazel,” I told her firmly and she giggled, pulling me closer to her. She ran one of her hands down my neck, against my chest and finally under my t-shirt. Her touch made me flinch, her hand warm.
“You don’t like doing bad things with me?” She asked, her voice sweet and her head tipped to the side.
“I would like to keep my job,” I chuckled, and Hazel rolled her eyes, but her smile was cheeky.
“I wouldn’t let that happen to you,” she soothed me, her hand running up and down my stomach. I needed to go back to work but in all honesty there wasn’t anything I would rather do than stand behind a tree with her.
“You promise?” I asked softly, pushing some of her hair behind her ear. She looked up at me, wrapping her arm around my back.
“I promise baby, also I would get in way more trouble than you,” she joked, laughing lightly. I let out a satisfied sigh, looking down at her, her soft skin had no imperfection, her dark eyelashes were long, and she knew exactly how to flutter them perfectly for me.Although Hazel looked like the perfectly innocent vicar’s daughter, she was quite the opposite, she was wild, hilarious and adventurous but they were one of the many things I loved about her.
