Donna - Part 9 (Stacey in Wales NOT EXPLICIT)
Posted: October 23rd, 2026, 5:48 am
After Donna left, Stacey took off the shiny nylon cagoule and hung it back in the cupboard. Her mind was a mess over what just happened. Then it wandered to Jane, a powerful memory triggered by the nylon rain jacket she had just removed.
Stacey wasn’t enjoying her solo coach holiday around the UK. She thought it would be good to get out and meet new people socially and experience some new areas of the country. But it seemed that all the other ‘solos’ had paired up leaving her on her own. She considered abandoning the whole thing near Snowden and getting a train home when she saw Jane. Jane was running a mini break for the holidaymakers - a couple of days of activities. She was absolutely gorgeous as far as Stacey was concerned. It wasn’t just her green eyes and blonde hair, it was the whole package. She was confident, athletic and seemed to take a shine to Stacey. It was seeing Jane in her nylon rain pants and matching cagoule that first attracted Stacey to that sporty outdoor look.
The whole coach party had pulled in to an outdoor adventure store. Jane had told them of the sort of equipment they might need to buy to help them over the next couple of days - it seemed quite a few of the people thought a white tee shirt was the ideal protection from the Welsh elements! Stacey was not quite so unprepared, but her denim jacket was not going to cut the mustard.
Stacey found herself with Jane in the shop. It wasn’t as if she actually sought out being next to her, well of course it was! She was being shown all the various camping items but to be honest, she wasn’t taking a lot of it in because of those eyes. When the two made eye contact it was just so right. Jane smiled a lot and was not afraid to touch a shoulder, guide a hand, or stand very close. The crackly sound her nylon jacket made and that outdoor look was just very sexy. Stacey noticed that Jane did not react to the other’s in the group the way she did with her. She dared to dream of what might be.
Then it came to choosing suitable rain protection for the outings. Jane seemed to come even more alive as she went through all the rails of techical jackets and trousers designed to keep the wearer dry. They even had a dark green PVC rainsuit which Jane seemed to dwell on for a while, her hands touched it and checked it out before she reluctantly had to dismiss it as too cheap and likely to rip on their adventures. But Jane did get Stacey to try on several nylon cagoules, insisting that she removed the denim jacket and try them on with just the tee shirt and bare arms.
There was touching, and smoothing, and being zipped up and hoods checked. It felt a bit like being kitted out by her mother. It was a safe feeling. She particularly liked when Jane insisted on checking every rainproof aspect such as cuff buttons, drawstrings, extra dibbers and the crunchy sound of having a hood put up by those lovely sexy hands.
Stacey noticed Ryan and Steph checking out the green PVC rain suit. Ryan was saying it would be good protection for his newly met female friend but Steph wasn’t so sure she wouldn’t get hot and sweaty in it. Stacey noticed a glint in the man’s eye as the girl said that and he told her he’d be a gent a buy it for her as a present. Stacey wondered what sort of weird shiny ballon animal Steph would look like dressed head to toe in plastic because of being such a chunky girl, and was surprised that Jane didn’t advise against the purchase, but Jane was hoping to see Steph encased in the shiny rain suit just as much as Ryan did.
Stacey didn’t really choose her final purchases. Jane made suggestions but it was clear that she wanted Stacey to buy the shiny blue nylon cagoule with the white strips and shiny lining. So who was Stacey to disappoint. As they arrived at the checkout Jane added an item to Stacey’s pile of purchases, “and you’ll need these too”, then placed a pair of matching over trousers on the counter. Stacey didn’t complain, she wondered what would have ended up happening if Jane had insisted on taking Stacey into the small changing room and trying on the trousers just in her white cotton undies. Heavenly thought.
As the rest of the day moved on Stacey became more obsessed looking at Jane. Whenever Jane looked back there was always a smile. The group had hiked through woods for about an hour. It was fairly light going with no serious climbing and to be honest even walking boots weren’t essential on the well trodden paths. They came to a clearing where several tents had already been set up. Most were large, but there was one smaller tent that was set further back from the others - it sort of looked a bit lonely on its own.
“Ha, I expect that will be my tent over there on its own”, she found herself saying out loud.
Jane smiled, “don’t worry, that’s my tent, you can join your colleagues in one of the big ones”.
There was a sadness in her voice, a loneliness which Stacey had not picked up on before, but then she realised that she was the only unattached person in the group and that’s probably why Jane gravitated towards her. In a moment of self doubt she assumed all the attention she was getting was just self preservation on Jane’s part to combat her own loneliness.
Stacey had forgotten her earlier negativity towards the holiday after meeting Jane and for some reason felt safe and protected in the blue shiny cagoule, probably because Jane chose it. Sitting on the coach earlier, after leaving the shop, with her arms folded she ran her fingers over the slippery nylon and decided she liked it. Jane was at the front of the coach on a microphone announcing all the stuff they would be doing, which Stacey was not listening to, but just watching intently as she snuggled in her seat feeling the slippery lining of the jacket on her bare arms and watching the light dance off Jane’s own shiny cagoule and trousers as she moved.
“To be honest I have it set up very well inside. It’s bigger than it looks, do you want to take a look?”, Jane offered as she gestured towards the taupe coloured canvas dwelling she considered a home from home. Stacey accepted possibly more keenly than she had intended.
Before doing the tour for Stacey, Jane set out the rules and explained to the group where everything was and that, should there be an emergency, she’d be in the small tent but only if it is a real emergency.
The group dispersed to tend to fires and explore the big tents. Jane took Stacey’s hand, “come see my mansion in the woods”.
Stacey’s heart raced as she felt the hand and found herself being told what to do, yet again, and followed happily.
Jane was right, the tent seemed bigger on the inside and was kitted out with more modern conveniences than Stacey had expected for such an adventurous and sporty woman.
Despite the decor the tent still had that unmistakable smell of camping. A mix of mud, trees, waterproof material and smoke drifting in from the outside, it was comforting.
Jane was chatting about some aspect of her treasured dwelling when Stacey couldn’t stop herself. She kissed Jane, right on the lips.
Jane pulled back, their eyes met, Stacey was desperate to find out if she had made a huge mistake. Jane bobbed forward, threw her arms around the girl and kissed her back while their nylon rainwear crackled and zipped as they touched each other.
Jane nodded towards the rear of the tent where there was a large camp bed.
Steph was not happy and was keen to let the whole world know at the top of her voice what a twat Ryan had been. She stood there near the cooking pot wearing her white tee shirt tucked into the green plastic rain trousers. They were a bit tight and that had caused Ryan to make a pass at Steph, but she had misinterpreted his stare at her rounded arse covered in slippery PVC to mean he was judging her size when in fact he adored her curves. She ran off into the trees behind the campsite with a pleasant squeaky sound emanating from her over trousers with her besotted suitor following.
Stacey felt a mixture of joy and crushing sadness when the coach pulled out and Jane was left waving. Those were the best two days of her life so far. It wasn’t just the sex, though that was pretty fantastic, but just being together and sharing a moment of connection in two otherwise lonely lives.
Stacey had spent too much time thinking of ways to get out of her world and move to Wales but it was just not possible. Unbeknown to Stacey, Jane was having similar thoughts of moving to England but she had everything invested in her adventure tour business.
Jane was tough and refused to show a tear as Stacey left, but once the coach was out of sight she bawled her eyes out in her private loneliness where no one was watching. The story of her life.
Back home Stacey hung the cagoule up in the cupboard, always wondering what had happened to the matching shiny nylon trousers. The very ones that Jane had borrowed and not returned, the same ones that Jane still took out and pressed against her bare cheek when she wanted to remember their time together.
The trail ends here.
Stacey wasn’t enjoying her solo coach holiday around the UK. She thought it would be good to get out and meet new people socially and experience some new areas of the country. But it seemed that all the other ‘solos’ had paired up leaving her on her own. She considered abandoning the whole thing near Snowden and getting a train home when she saw Jane. Jane was running a mini break for the holidaymakers - a couple of days of activities. She was absolutely gorgeous as far as Stacey was concerned. It wasn’t just her green eyes and blonde hair, it was the whole package. She was confident, athletic and seemed to take a shine to Stacey. It was seeing Jane in her nylon rain pants and matching cagoule that first attracted Stacey to that sporty outdoor look.
The whole coach party had pulled in to an outdoor adventure store. Jane had told them of the sort of equipment they might need to buy to help them over the next couple of days - it seemed quite a few of the people thought a white tee shirt was the ideal protection from the Welsh elements! Stacey was not quite so unprepared, but her denim jacket was not going to cut the mustard.
Stacey found herself with Jane in the shop. It wasn’t as if she actually sought out being next to her, well of course it was! She was being shown all the various camping items but to be honest, she wasn’t taking a lot of it in because of those eyes. When the two made eye contact it was just so right. Jane smiled a lot and was not afraid to touch a shoulder, guide a hand, or stand very close. The crackly sound her nylon jacket made and that outdoor look was just very sexy. Stacey noticed that Jane did not react to the other’s in the group the way she did with her. She dared to dream of what might be.
Then it came to choosing suitable rain protection for the outings. Jane seemed to come even more alive as she went through all the rails of techical jackets and trousers designed to keep the wearer dry. They even had a dark green PVC rainsuit which Jane seemed to dwell on for a while, her hands touched it and checked it out before she reluctantly had to dismiss it as too cheap and likely to rip on their adventures. But Jane did get Stacey to try on several nylon cagoules, insisting that she removed the denim jacket and try them on with just the tee shirt and bare arms.
There was touching, and smoothing, and being zipped up and hoods checked. It felt a bit like being kitted out by her mother. It was a safe feeling. She particularly liked when Jane insisted on checking every rainproof aspect such as cuff buttons, drawstrings, extra dibbers and the crunchy sound of having a hood put up by those lovely sexy hands.
Stacey noticed Ryan and Steph checking out the green PVC rain suit. Ryan was saying it would be good protection for his newly met female friend but Steph wasn’t so sure she wouldn’t get hot and sweaty in it. Stacey noticed a glint in the man’s eye as the girl said that and he told her he’d be a gent a buy it for her as a present. Stacey wondered what sort of weird shiny ballon animal Steph would look like dressed head to toe in plastic because of being such a chunky girl, and was surprised that Jane didn’t advise against the purchase, but Jane was hoping to see Steph encased in the shiny rain suit just as much as Ryan did.
Stacey didn’t really choose her final purchases. Jane made suggestions but it was clear that she wanted Stacey to buy the shiny blue nylon cagoule with the white strips and shiny lining. So who was Stacey to disappoint. As they arrived at the checkout Jane added an item to Stacey’s pile of purchases, “and you’ll need these too”, then placed a pair of matching over trousers on the counter. Stacey didn’t complain, she wondered what would have ended up happening if Jane had insisted on taking Stacey into the small changing room and trying on the trousers just in her white cotton undies. Heavenly thought.
As the rest of the day moved on Stacey became more obsessed looking at Jane. Whenever Jane looked back there was always a smile. The group had hiked through woods for about an hour. It was fairly light going with no serious climbing and to be honest even walking boots weren’t essential on the well trodden paths. They came to a clearing where several tents had already been set up. Most were large, but there was one smaller tent that was set further back from the others - it sort of looked a bit lonely on its own.
“Ha, I expect that will be my tent over there on its own”, she found herself saying out loud.
Jane smiled, “don’t worry, that’s my tent, you can join your colleagues in one of the big ones”.
There was a sadness in her voice, a loneliness which Stacey had not picked up on before, but then she realised that she was the only unattached person in the group and that’s probably why Jane gravitated towards her. In a moment of self doubt she assumed all the attention she was getting was just self preservation on Jane’s part to combat her own loneliness.
Stacey had forgotten her earlier negativity towards the holiday after meeting Jane and for some reason felt safe and protected in the blue shiny cagoule, probably because Jane chose it. Sitting on the coach earlier, after leaving the shop, with her arms folded she ran her fingers over the slippery nylon and decided she liked it. Jane was at the front of the coach on a microphone announcing all the stuff they would be doing, which Stacey was not listening to, but just watching intently as she snuggled in her seat feeling the slippery lining of the jacket on her bare arms and watching the light dance off Jane’s own shiny cagoule and trousers as she moved.
“To be honest I have it set up very well inside. It’s bigger than it looks, do you want to take a look?”, Jane offered as she gestured towards the taupe coloured canvas dwelling she considered a home from home. Stacey accepted possibly more keenly than she had intended.
Before doing the tour for Stacey, Jane set out the rules and explained to the group where everything was and that, should there be an emergency, she’d be in the small tent but only if it is a real emergency.
The group dispersed to tend to fires and explore the big tents. Jane took Stacey’s hand, “come see my mansion in the woods”.
Stacey’s heart raced as she felt the hand and found herself being told what to do, yet again, and followed happily.
Jane was right, the tent seemed bigger on the inside and was kitted out with more modern conveniences than Stacey had expected for such an adventurous and sporty woman.
Despite the decor the tent still had that unmistakable smell of camping. A mix of mud, trees, waterproof material and smoke drifting in from the outside, it was comforting.
Jane was chatting about some aspect of her treasured dwelling when Stacey couldn’t stop herself. She kissed Jane, right on the lips.
Jane pulled back, their eyes met, Stacey was desperate to find out if she had made a huge mistake. Jane bobbed forward, threw her arms around the girl and kissed her back while their nylon rainwear crackled and zipped as they touched each other.
Jane nodded towards the rear of the tent where there was a large camp bed.
Steph was not happy and was keen to let the whole world know at the top of her voice what a twat Ryan had been. She stood there near the cooking pot wearing her white tee shirt tucked into the green plastic rain trousers. They were a bit tight and that had caused Ryan to make a pass at Steph, but she had misinterpreted his stare at her rounded arse covered in slippery PVC to mean he was judging her size when in fact he adored her curves. She ran off into the trees behind the campsite with a pleasant squeaky sound emanating from her over trousers with her besotted suitor following.
Stacey felt a mixture of joy and crushing sadness when the coach pulled out and Jane was left waving. Those were the best two days of her life so far. It wasn’t just the sex, though that was pretty fantastic, but just being together and sharing a moment of connection in two otherwise lonely lives.
Stacey had spent too much time thinking of ways to get out of her world and move to Wales but it was just not possible. Unbeknown to Stacey, Jane was having similar thoughts of moving to England but she had everything invested in her adventure tour business.
Jane was tough and refused to show a tear as Stacey left, but once the coach was out of sight she bawled her eyes out in her private loneliness where no one was watching. The story of her life.
Back home Stacey hung the cagoule up in the cupboard, always wondering what had happened to the matching shiny nylon trousers. The very ones that Jane had borrowed and not returned, the same ones that Jane still took out and pressed against her bare cheek when she wanted to remember their time together.
The trail ends here.
