The Archers - An everyday story of country folk

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You might be familiar with the very, very, very long running radio 4 soap opera that is The Archers. I thought I might write a little episode that explores some of the characters a bit further.

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The Archers - An everyday story of country folk

Episode 1

"Hello Susan." Said Clarrie.

"Hello Clarrie. Nice day to be out in the sunshine." Said Susan.

"Yes, It is." Replied Clarrie, adding. "I see you are dressing for the hot weather. I could not help noticing that you are wearing short skirts all the time now. You look really nice - quite glamorous really in that leather mini skirt, not like your old jeans look."

Susan explained. "Yes, I suppose it is a bit of a change. It all started by accident really, literally! You know I have been having these bladder control issues, well I guess everyone knows because Neil is not very discreet at the best of times, and I end up wetting my knickers a lot. Well, the other day - just before washing day - would you believe it I completely ran out of knickers. I couldn't wear my jeans without knickers because the seams rub so I thought I would be able to get away with wearing a skirt with nothing underneath."

"So you like the airy feel down below?" Clarrie chuckled.

"Well, that is quite nice, especially with skirts this short, but it is really that I found that when I was leaking out it was a lot more convenient not getting wet knickers. Having to keep changing my knickers before they soaked through to my jeans was such a chore. I had to keep at least six pairs handy. Now it just runs down my legs, or if I stand with my feet apart it goes on the ground. No more wet knickers." Said Susan.

"What, you just stand and make puddles on the floor? What about your stockings - don't they mark?" Enquired Clarrie.

"If I am outside and I feel it coming I just move my feet apart and let it happen. Sometimes I like to pre-empt things a bit and I give it a squeeze to get it over with. What's a big puddle compared to a little one." Susan chuckled. "But that's why I wear fishnet stockings. They don't show anything. Touch them if you like and see - my stockings are quite wet now, I just felt a little bit escaping but I doubt anything shows."

"I'd rather not touch them if you don't mind. I will take your word for it." Said Clarrie, enquiring. "So do you just keep changing your stockings instead then?"

"No, I don't worry about that. If it doesn't show I don't worry." Said Susan.

"Oh." Said Clarrie.

Susan looked down at her legs and Clarrie's eyes followed noticing the puddle starting to form around Susan's feet.

Clarrie put her hand to her mouth. "Oh Susan. That's quite an accident you are having. Has it really got that bad now?"

Susan smiled. "No, I just saw Lynda Snell heading this way. You know what she's like I will be chatting, or rather listening, for ages. Better to empty my bladder now and walk away from the puddle.

Clarrie watched open mouthed as Susan stepped out of her puddle and left a few wet footprints as she walked towards Lynda Snell.

"Hello Susan." Said Lynda.

"Hello Mrs. Snell." Said Susan.

Lynda continued. "Was that Clarrie I just saw over there? I must see her about appearing in my new production. But, on the other hand, seeing the new glamorous Susan I think I might be casting you for the lead in my new opera production."

"What me, opera! What on earth are you thinking. I have never seen an opera how can I be in one." said Susan exasperatedly. "Opera is all posh and foreign, and I am neither."

"Don't be silly. You have a lovely voice. We have all heard you singing in the shop when you don't realise we are there. I am doing Bizet's Carmen, and although it is Spanish we will sing it in English, and there is no way you could describe Carmen as posh - she is a peasant girl and I am sure you will fit right in." Explained Lynda.

"Oh, English peasant girl. Right down my street I guess." Said Susan squeezing a final wave of pee down her legs as a consolation, not caring if Lynda saw it or not.

Lynda noticed Susan's dejected tone. "I did not mean that you are an English peasant girl silly."

Susan now wished that she had not wet herself again and dare not look down to see if she had made a puddle. I suppose I could give it a go then."

"That's the spirit." Said Lynda as she made a bee-line for Clarrie.

"Susan! Susan! Over here!" Called Neil from outside the barn a little way up the road.

"Hello Neil." Susan replied making her way towards Neil.

Neil said in a low voice. "Quick, get in here."

"Oh Neil, not now. It has been hard enough stopping the cum running down my stockings all morning." Whined Susan.

"Just bend over those bales." Said Neil pushing Susan in to the barn.

In no time Neil had unzipped, lifted Susan's skirt, and impaled her from behind pressing her firmly over the straw bales.

As Neil gives Susan her nuptials he explains. "Mrs. Carter you are just so irresistible now you have started dressing nicely. I just can't help myself."

In just a few seconds Neil shot his load into Susan and withdrew, zipping up just in time to see Lynda Snell arrive in the barn.

"Ah, Susan. Lovely to see you are getting in to the part already. What do you think of the space. I think it will make a great opera house? What do you think Neil?"

Susan gingerly pulled the back of her skirt down and stood up.

Neil stammered. "Yes Mrs. Snell, I I I think it will be great. What opera?"

"Didn't Susan tell you. She is going to be Carmen. I think she is making a great start." Said Lynda, adding. "I will leave you to it."

Lynda left the barn.

"Neil, what do you think you are doing, making love to me like that in the middle of the village. I can feel your cum running down my legs already." Said Susan.

"It's OK. Lynda just thought you were rehearsing. Sit down on that bale." Said Neil.

Susan sat down on the bale.

Neil quickly unzipped again and straight away aimed a jet of pee up Susan's skirt in to her lap.

"NEIL! What are you doing?" Cried Susan.

"Washing off the cum silly. Don't tell me you are not wet already - I bet you have been wetting yourself all morning." Explained Neil.

Susan just sat there, quietly enjoying the warm jet of Neil's pee between her legs.

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Love this.  Far better than Radio 4’s version.

i haven’t listened to the Archers for years, but I may just have to in order to see how this fits it current characters