Choice Tales from the Vale – (627) Relight my fire

 

The village of Oakvale-On-Roe is in the north of the relatively small English county of Downshire, situated between the old market Town of Nettlebridge, and their more affluent neighbour Roespring, and in the Old Coopers Farm area to the north of the village was Stone Bridge Lane where Brendan Healey lived at number 13.

There weren’t a lot of Dwellings in the lane, a converted barn unimaginatively named “The Old Barn” then there were 15 terraced cottages, Ten Acre Farm, another converted barn called Small Barn and Ironsides Farm.

The cottages were of a decent size, having been enlarged many years earlier by knocking two of the old labourer’s cottages into one, it was too big for a man living alone, but he liked it, it was his castle.

He worked hard for the post office and had reached a senior level and when he got home to Oakvale, he liked to get inside and pull up the drawbridge behind him.

He had no family left, his circle of close friends was small and dwindling, so very few people made it past the drawbridge, and most of them were tradesmen or domestics.

 

Maggie and Lyndsey Atkins lived in a flat over the Greengrocers, and it had just been the two of them since Lyndsey was seven when her father died.

When he died, he had no life insurance, no savings and left them with debts.

They were very hard working, and both had multiple jobs, since Lyndsey was old enough to do so she did her share and she had to forgo higher education even though she was more than capable.

Fifty-three-year-old Maggie Atkins was primarily a cleaner, and cleaned all over the village, private addresses and businesses, she cleaned Brendan Healey cottage every Friday Morning.

Lyndsey was principally a server at The Roebank, worked shifts at the Supermarket and helped her mum with the bigger cleaning jobs, in addition she did ironing, and one of her clients was Brendan.

 

After Lyndsey finished her Saturday morning shift at the Supermarket, she mounted her bike and peddled off to her first ironing session of the day in the affluent Shepherds Row area of the village.

It was a lovely warm and sunny late August day as she peddled up the hill, dressed for the weather in loose-fitting pale blue shorts and a white sleeveless top.

She was neither tall nor short, her hair was blonde, but of an indistinct shade, which was short and curly, she thought she was vaguely attractive with an average figure however other people of course saw her differently as she cycled around the village.

 

It was lunchtime when she remounted her bike and left Shepherds Row and headed home for a quick sandwich.

While she was home, she changed her top for a pink one and then was back on her bike peddling towards Stone Bridge Lane all knees and elbows, her blonde hair blowing around her head.

She crossed the stone bridge and passed a converted barn on the left, opposite a row of ten terraced Houses, then just after the road leading to Ten Acre Farm, was her destination, number 13.

Brendan Healey was a surly thirty-six-year-old career Postal worker who worked in the Nettlebridge Sorting Office as a senior manager, still a very capable worker even on his bad days but his surliness seemed to be getting worse with every passing week, and he was divorced, and childless.

Lyndsey was fast approaching her thirtieth birthday and had been doing Brendan Healey’s ironing once a week for around 9 months. and for the first three weeks he certainly lived up to his surly reputation but over the months he had slowly mellowed with her and from June onwards he had been very chatty.

By August they had progressed to enjoying a glass of wine after she’d finished her labours, and on that Saturday of the bank holiday weekend, as it was such a warm day they had two glasses and were halfway through the second when he said.

“So how are you spending your Saturday night?”

“Same as most Saturdays, feet up in front of the TV”

“Why is that? You’re an attractive young woman; with a lovely figure you should be out on a Saturday with your fella” he said

“I don’t have one” she replied

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed, a girlfriend then”

“NO, I’m not one of them, although I did kiss a girl once, but it didn’t do anything for me” she explained

“Not that it’s any better with men”

“What do you mean?”

“They look all right, especially my tits, most men look at them, I’ve even noticed you ogling them”

“Only look?”

“Well, I do go on dates occasionally, I get asked a lot, especially working at the pub, but they have expectations and my body fails to oblige” she said being uncharacteristically open, probably due to the heat and the wine

“I don’t understand”

“The spirit is willing, but the flesh doesn’t seem to get the message” she replied

“So, they don’t turn you on?”

“Nope”

“Or can’t turn you on?” he asked

“Yep”

“So, you’re frigid?”

“I’m afraid so” she confirmed

“So, you don’t get…. moist?”

“Not even damp”

“Nothing?”

“Dry as a mouses ear” she retorted and scoffed

“Have you always been like that?”

“No when I was a teenager, I was keen as mustard, but I was very selective with my favours” she said “Now I wish I’d been more promiscuous”

“So, when did it all change?” he asked

“When I was 19, I had cervical cancer, and after the treatment my urges became more and more infrequent and finally, they stopped altogether”

“So, you can’t even take care of yourself?”

“No” she replied wistfully

“I wish I could”

“I’m sorry” he said

“Me too” she said and drained her glass and stood up “I should be going”

“Well knowing what I know won’t stop me ogling though” he said as he followed her into the kitchen

“You don’t just have to look, why don’t you help yourself” she said as she reached up behind her and unhooked her bra and stood in front of the island “Not that it will do anything”

“I don’t think I should be doing that” he said, “Isn’t that overstepping the boundary between employer and …domestique?”

“Don’t be silly, knock yourself out,” she insisted crossly “Have at em”

“Well, I still don’t think I should,” he said “However as you are so insistent, it would be churlish of me to refuse, and as you rightly said I have been ogling them for months”

“Just get on with it, a quick grope and you’re done” she said matter of factly as she pulled her pink top up from her shorts, so he stood behind her he put his palms against her bare flesh.

She tensed briefly when his hands made contact and then she breathed in as his hands proceeded up under her top and exhaled slowly as he cupped the weighty plumpness of her breasts.

Her breathing deepened as her nipples stiffened against his palms

“They seem to be responding nicely” he said

“Well don’t stop there then” she gasped

“Unbutton your shorts” he told her and when she had eagerly obliged, he slid his hand purposely across her soft belly and beneath the waistband of her knickers, his fingers brushing briefly through her abundant whiskers.

“Oh God” she exclaimed as his finger parted her sticky lips.     

“No sign of a mouses ear so far.”

“I wasn’t expecting that” she moaned “Thank God.”

It wasn’t many more minutes before she juddered to a climax.

“I’m ready for you to fuck me now” she said and as he withdrew his digit.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure for fuck sake” she barked through gritted teeth so he bent Lindsey over the kitchen island and yanked her pale blue shorts and  red knickers off her round arse exposing her fleshy cheeks and her dirty blonde whiskered lips, then he undid his shorts and readied himself before plugging his cock into her creamy wetness.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God” she panted as he went in deep.

“Oh yes” she grunted as he banged her from behind “It’s been so long.”

She panted and moaned until that sublime moment when she yelled.

“Oh my God” and went rigid.

She had come hard but he hadn’t emptied his sack and when he withdrew her legs buckled.

“Oh my God” she sighed “that was so good and so dirty.”

“Glad you enjoyed it” he said.

“Are you kidding, you made me cum hard, I’m satisfied with that” she said smugly.

“I know, you came hard and fast” he said.

“That’s because I haven’t had a cock in me for more than 10 years” she retorted and giggled as she lay slumped on the island.

“Well, I finished you, but you didn’t finish me” he explained as he kicked his shorts and pants away.

“What?” she exclaimed as she lifted her head up and looked over her shoulder at his erection “You mean there’s more?”

“There is if you get upstairs,” he replied as she stood up and stepped out of her shorts and knickers.

“You know where my bedroom is” he added but she was already running to the door before he finished the sentence.

 

Two hours after she had originally announced “I should be going” she stepped out of the kitchen door and after a final kiss Lyndsey left number 13 Stone Bridge Lane and Brendan watched her walk back to her bike and he thought she looked as good from behind as she did from the front and he smiled as she mounted her bike again and turned to give him a wave before peddling away, somewhat wobbly.

She would be back however, and not just to do the ironing because following that first sensual encounter she became a regular recipient of his attentions as she helped him with his surliness and he kept her frigidity at bay.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (626) Santa and the Elf’s

 

The village of Oakvale-On-Roe is in the north of the relatively small English county of Downshire, situated between the old market Town of Nettlebridge, and their more affluent neighbour Roespring, and among the residents were, Dave Cowan, Petra Joli and Lucy Turner.

However, they were all different ages, live in different parts of the village and had never met until the day of the St Nicholas School Christmas Fete when they were all working in Santa’s Grotto.

Dave Cowan was the school caretaker, living on site and was a 30-year-old divorcee, and he had volunteered to play Santa when the regular guy broke his arm a week before the big day, his two Elf’s were 27-year-old Petra Joli and 21-year-old Lucy Turner.

Petra was a tall skinny, mousy haired girl, a bit on the plain side, but with lovely legs, who was relatively new to the village and worked for the post office.

Whereas Lucy was a pretty blonde 3rd year photography student, petite and curvy, and was home for the Christmas holidays and she was very excited and bounced around like tigger.

He thought the girls looked very sexy in their green and red knee length Elf dresses and red and white striped legs and red heeled pixie boots but then he liked girls in costumes or uniforms.

 

The grotto opened at 11 o’clock and it was busy from the get-go, Petra would bring one of the little darlings to his throne and help them on to his lap, if necessary, then she would stand next to him while Lucy took a photo of the group.

Dave thought if he was going to get inside any Elf underwear his best chance was with the plain one, he didn’t think he stood any chance at all with the bubbly pretty one so when Lucy was taking the photo he squeezed Petra’s bum and after doing that three or four times with no objection he put his hand up under her dress and got a better contact, and was pleased to find that her stripy legs were not tights, so he grabbed her delicious pantie clad arse.

When it got to the last child of the day and his hand went up under her skirts her knickers were absent, so he knew he was going to be splitting her whiskers.

 

An hour later they were in the medical room, and he was fucking her on the sick bed, she was stretched out in front of him naked except for her pixie boots and striped stocking on her long legs which were wrapped around his middle with her ankles crossed behind him.

He was standing at the end of the bed, with his red trousers sitting on top of his boots, banging her, when the door suddenly opened and they were discovered by Lucy.

“What’s going on here?” she asked as she closed and locked the door

“Santas giving Elfie her Christmas present” he replied

“I can help” she said, so while he was banging her pussy Lucy started licking her button and fondling her tit.

 

After he exploded inside Petra’s very accommodating pussy, he withdrew his cock from her and as soon as it sprang up, wet with Petras juices, Lucy’s mouth immediately engulfed it and when he was fully aroused, she said

“Can I have a present now?”

“Of course you can, Santa loved giving presents”

So she climbed on top of Petra, and Dave pulled her tights down and was about to go up for her Christmas knicker adorned with candy canes but he changed his mind and while the girls were kissing he pulled her pants aside with his thumb and thrust into her and fingered Petra at the same time.

 

After achieving a festive group climax, he fell forwards on top of the sweaty panting pair of Grotto girls with his cock still inside Lucy.

After a few blissful minutes he withdrew from Lucy and pulled up his trousers then he slapped Lucy on the arse and said

Come on you two I’ve got a bed in the bungalow big enough for Santa and a couple of slutty Elf’s”

“Ooh lovely” Lucy said

“Is it far?” Petra asked “I don’t think my legs will carry me far”

“It’s the bungalow by the main gate” he said

“Oh, I manage that I think” she replied

“You’ll be laying down again as soon as we get there” he explained

“Goodie” Petra said and giggled

“And I’ll be sitting on your face” Lucy said as she climbed off her and pulled her tights up

“Double goodie” Petra responded dreamily

Choice Tales from the Vale – (625) If you go Down to the Woods Today (Part 4)

 

When Rachel had finished noshing on Anita’s ginger minge Rachel stood up and wiped her mouth on her arm and sniffed the residue.

“Ok your turn” Gary said “Shoes off”

Rachel immediately kicked them off and then he released the fasteners on her dungaree’s, and they instantly fell to her ankles while Anita still sighed

“What’s happening?” Anita muttered as after a few minutes of satisfied sighs she slid herself off the tree trunk and her legs almost gave way, and she giggled.

The extent and depth of her convulsive orgasms had left her unsteady on her feet.

“Are you ok?” Gary asked

“Oh yes” she said very definitely and smiled coyly.

Once she regained full use of her legs she turned away from the tree and saw Rachel standing in front of Gary wearing a t-shirt and big grey knickers with a large wet patch on them, with her dungarees sitting on her feet.

“You’ve got no hair” she announced and then Gary crouched down and yanked her big knickers all the way down.

“Anywhere” she continued as she stared at Rachel’s hairless slit.

Gary took Rachel’s arms and steered her towards the fallen tree, then after pulling her t-shirt off over her head he arranged her on the trunk with her legs spread wide.

“Is that for me?” Anita asked

“It’s for both of us, but you get to go first.”

Anita had a filthy leer on her face as she looked at Rachel, naked and hairless before her, she had never licked a pussy before, had never even thought of doing anything to a girl.

Rachel squirmed a little and was licking her lips, in anticipation Anita licking her lips.

She pushed her knees slightly further apart and leaned forward and there was her silky-smooth hairless mound so she touched the flesh of her perfectly soft naked pussy, the most aesthetically pleasing pussy she would ever see.

No razor burn, no stubble, no pimples, just a silky-smooth mound and soft unblemished lips and as Anitas lips moved to touch hers, she thought the skin was the softest her lips had ever touched.

Then she opens her up with her tongue and Rachel moaned in a hot velvety purr,

Although Rachel was quietly spoken and a woman of few words she more than made up for it with the whorish responses to Anita’s tongue.

Sounds repeated often as she worked on her with her tongue until Rachel arched her back and climaxed with a gravelly growl.   

 

When Anita raised her head from the task, her face wet with Rachel’s juice she leered at him and said

“I got her ready for you”

Rachel was stretched out across trunk, with one hand gripping the bark and the other playing with her nipple.

Her legs were spread wide and she and her juicy quim was at the perfect height for him.

He had never had a shaven haven before he had always favoured a hairy hole, but it looked very inviting, so he penetrated her and he felt her hymen break, and she sucked in air through her teeth and exhaled loudly when she received all of him.

Anita was looking on intently and when he glanced at her he saw she had her hand down her knickers.

Turning his attention back to Rachel, he gave her the next stroke and got the same reaction, then another three full lengths and she panted a few times through gritted teeth, and she was really making his balls wet.

So, he pumped on her pussy and was really making her moan and he loved making women moan, even Anita was moaning.

Gary knew he couldn’t hold off much longer; he was very close to the finale and then they reached that perfect point of climax and then they both came together and she screamed at the top of her lungs.

she let out a sigh of satisfaction as he withdrew from her soaking wet cunny and droplets of her juice dripped off his glistening knob onto the forest floor.

Gary bent down and kissed her quivering belly and when he stood up again Anita greedily took it in her mouth

Rachel sighed again and he looked back at her just in time to see a little dribble of his cum escape from her hole.

Rachel lay there for about twenty minutes while Anita sucked his cock and fingered herself, and the only sounds coming from her were her sighs and a series of soft whispers from her fanny.

 

When they left the scene of the afternoon’s debauchery both girls looked like they’d had a good seeing too and walked with the gait of someone with wet underwear.

It was not the last time they shamelessly enjoyed each other in the woods that summer and if the weather was inclement they did in Rachel’s cottage and when the seasons grew cooler they did it in Garys house and by Christmas they were all living together, but they never completely abandoned their alfresco fornications.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (624) If you go Down to the Woods Today (Part 3)

 

Rachel Sykes was 35 years old and lived in a ramshackle cottage in the woods, which was where she was born and raised, and she was something of a recluse, she was kept on a very short leash as a child, never went to school and never mixed with the villagers.

Now she was alone and only went into Oakdale when she needed something from the shop, which wasn’t often, as she was fairly self-sufficient, she trapped grouse and rabbits and bartered with the hill farmers for eggs, bacon and milk.    

Other than that, she kept to herself and kept her distance, but she did keep a close eye on people when they ventured into her neck of the woods, especially if they were there to have sex, and she would stand in the shadows watching them and finger herself.

 

Taking a circuitous route Gary made his way around the back of where he thought the voyeur was located and he managed it because she was still staring at Anita’s sighing slutty form.

It was a tall slim woman and when he spotted her there he detected two things of note, one was that she had her hand inside her dungarees fingering herself and the other was that she was completely bald and she also appeared to be completely devoid of any hair at all, no eyebrows, arm hair and he presumed nothing down there as well, he was curious as to how or why and he thought he might ask her later once he had dealt with her voyeurism.

“Did you enjoy the show?” he asked and she jumped

“I’m sorry” she exclaimed and she tried to leave but he grabbed her free arm

“And you’re still enjoying it apparently” he said as he noticed her other hand was still inside her dungarees

 “Oh…I…oh” she stammered as she removed her hand and brought it out into the dappled sunlight and her fingers glistened

“Did you see it all?” he asked

“Yes” she replied sheepishly

“And the pissing?”

“Oh yes” she replied and couldn’t help chuckling.

“No need to ask what it made you feel” he said rhetorically.

“Jealous” she said

“What?”

“I felt jealous” she said “I am jealous”

“Of whom?”

“Both of you”

“Explain” he instructed

“I was jealous of her because she’s lost her virginity, while I still have mine and I’m twice her age” she said “And I ‘m jealous of you because I wanted to be the one touching her”

“Interesting” he mused “What’s your name?”

“Rachel”

“Well Rachel, come with me and I’ll introduce you to Anita’s ginger growler”

 

He walked her over to the fallen tree where Anita was still draped with one foot on the floor and the other leg at right angles and bent at the knee from when she shot it out sideways to prevent herself from overbalancing and with her knickers still pulled to one side and her juicy gash exposed

“It’s all yours” he whispered to Rachel who promptly knelt.

“Are you ready for some more fun Anita?”

“Definitely” she replied and lifted her head

“Good because she’s eager to eat you out” he said

“She?” She asked in alarm “I’ve nev…”

Mid-sentence Rachel’s innocent lips made contact with Anita’s spunky labia

“Never mind” she said dreamily

Choice Tales from the Vale – (623) If you go Down to the Woods Today (Part 2)

 

He found Anita easy enough in a little clearing deeper in the woods under the cool dappled shade.
Anita was sitting on an old fallen tree drinking from a water bottle which she promptly dropped.

“Why are you here?” she snapped “Damn.”

“I came to see if you’re alright” he said and she tutted in response and then muttered under her breath.

“It must have rolled under here.”

Anita then stood on tiptoe and lent over the trunk amongst the tangle of branches, the result of which was a perfect view of her pink pants.

She pushed and pulled at the undergrowth on the other side of the tree in an effort to find her bottle and each push and pull resulted in a delightful quiver of her buttocks.

Having witnessed her pissing he had no compunction in staring at the magnificent view of her pink clad buttocks jiggling before his lascivious eyes.

“It must be in here” she said
“Can you see anything from where you are?”
“No I can’t see it yet” He lied, because he already knew where the bottle came to rest, and he was actually seeing quite a lot from where he was.

She wriggled forward slightly until her toes were off the floor and more of her lovely arse was visible then to his absolute delight in an effort to prevent herself overbalancing her left leg shot out sideways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her cheeks.  

He could hear Anita muttering as she wriggled again on the log and wispy strands of curly ginger hair appeared visible against her pink panties.

This told him three important things firstly she kept her beaver wild and untamed, which was very sexy to him, second she was a natural ginger, not important but generally he liked the collar and cuffs to match and thirdly he was very much interested in her, so he moved in closer.

“Can you see it yet?” was Anita’s muffled shout.

“No not yet” he replied lustfully staring at her crotch, then another wriggle and there it was, he was staring libidinously at her glistening Minge.

 “I can see it now” he said,
“Oh good, do you think you can reach it?”
“Oh yes Anita, no problem I’ll have my hand on it any second”
He prepared his approach so he could slip two fingers straight between her lips before she knew what was happening.

“There I’ve got it” he said as his fingers entered her damp crack
“Oh God Gary, what…? Mm”
She was only slightly moist when he first fingered her gash, but she lathered up very quickly to his attentions and soon she was dripping.

Anita started to wriggle backwards and at first, he thought she wanted him to stop so he hesitated and withdrew his now wet fingers.

But to his delight she just wanted to gain some purchase and was now supporting her weight on the main trunk and she began rubbing her pussy against his static fingers.

As she continued to finger her, she was moaning rhythmically to his touch, and the tone of her moans was as syrupy as her pussy.

Gary brought her to climax, and it was time to fuck her and as he continued to stroke her quim, he dropped his trousers and took out his cock, pulling on it to expose his purple head. 

Then he pushed his thumb inside the elastic of her panties and pulled the fabric aside to fully exposed her hairy cunny.

Anita moaned as he rubbed his knob along her wet slit and her juice glistened in the dappled sunlight and he repeated this again and again and each time her moan grew louder and then she could wait no longer and wriggled back towards him like a fish and slid on his shaft letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, her velvet juices immersed his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure, but he stopped when he felt her hymen break and while he was still inside her he said
“I didn’t know you were a virgin”
Gary had assumed she was sexually active she was after all an attractive young woman
“I’m not now” she replied over her shoulder so he carried on

and unzipped her so he could reach up and quickly scoop up the front of her bra to release her ripe fruits, which he greedily groped and squeezed, and she gripped on to the tree as he pounded her pussy from behind.

Anita’s moans gave way to yelps and squeals growing ever more intense as his rhythm increased until she screamed and her body shuddered and he shot into her, and his cock was still twitching inside her hot pussy as she relaxed and let out a long languorous sigh.

After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck as he slowly withdrew his cock from her tight cunt and she sighed again.

As Gary redressed himself Anita was still clinging onto the tree completely spent and she was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position she was in when he pulled out of her and with each sigh her left leg would twitch.

He smiled wryly and thought to himself as he stared at the exhausted Anita and the bejeweled patch around her Minge that she was going to be wet all the way back to the village.

Then all of a sudden, he got the feeling they were being watched and he was not wrong.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (622) If you go Down to the Woods Today (Part 1)

 

The village of Oakvale-On-Roe is in the north of the relatively small English county of Downshire, situated between the old market Town of Nettlebridge, and their more affluent neighbour Roespring, and among the residents were Gary Elliott and Anita Sidoru.

Gary was 25 and she was 8 years younger and she had been fixated on him since she was fourteen and although she was a pretty slim redhead and was universally considered to be cute, he repeatedly spurned her advances, but she was not deterred.

She could easily have had the pick of boys in the village, but she only had eyes for him, and he was finding it a bit tiresome.

Moreover, he didn’t understand why she had the hots for him, he was ordinary, he wasn’t particularly athletic, he was average height, average build, average sized cock, unremarkable in every way and was a bit boring.

Everything changed however on a sultry August afternoon when he took a walk.

He crossed the River onto Stone Bridge Lane and then along the path up the wooded hills into the coolness of the forest and he was followed all the way by Anita Sidoru but he managed to give her the slip in the woods.

He spent a quiet hour in the coolness and then made his way slowly back to the village, but he was halted in his tracks, he caught sight of Anita in her short summer dress, with her flaming red braided hair.

So he hid behind a tree and was going to wait until she passed but she didn’t pass, she stopped and looked around and then she stood with her back to a birch tree and then with her back flush against the trunk she slid down the tree and squatted with her knees at right angles making her look like a skinny Sumo wrestler.

Anita then reached her hand down between her legs and pulled her pink knickers aside, revealing her curly ginger whiskers and then she smiled broadly as she released a jet of piss the like of which he had never seen before and he found it very arousing.

But what made it even more arousing was the distance achieved by the arcing jet and its duration, and when she had finished and she had pushed out every last drop she smiled and let out a long sigh.

Anita then pushed herself back up to a standing position and sighed again, then she adjusted her pants, and walked in his direction and he stepped out in front of her.

“That was very exciting,” Gary said.

“Oh my God” she gasped “You made me jump.”

“Sorry”

“Were you watching?” she asked, blushing.

“Yes, I was” he said impressed.

“Oh God I’m so embarrassed” she said covering her face “I don’t believe you watched me do that.”

“I really liked it” he said, “So there’s no harm.”

“But you saw” she snapped.

“You’ve been trying to get my attention since you were 14” he said, “And now you have it.”

“But I didn’t want you to see me like that, peeing in the woods.”

Anita shouted as she ran away, sobbing.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (621) The Vicars Daughter and the Substantial Donation (Part 4)

 

“I should go” Emily Brown said as they were under the covers in his bed with her head on his chest “I’ve got things to do tomorrow”

“Well, I have kept you here longer than you were expecting” Andrew Brookes said

“That’s an understatement” she said and chuckled as she got out of bed and added from the doorway “I’ll see you downstairs”

 

Andrew was sat in the lounge, still wearing his robe and drinking a glass of wine when Emily appeared, wearing the Jeans, sweater, socks and trainers he had given her, from the selection of clothes his nieces left at the house.

“They fit well” he said, he particularly liked the figure-hugging sweater that accentuated her braless breasts, which led him to believe she had forgone her Teddie and opted for his nieces’ knickers.

“The sweater is a bit snug” she pointed out and he nodded

“Theres a glass of wine on the table” 

“Lovely” she said and picked up the glass

“I have good news”

“Oh, what’s that?” she asked

“You made my frequent flyers list” Andrew said

“Really? I thought you were just indulging me because I blackmailed you”

“IT turns out that you are not an indulgence but rather more of an acquired taste, that I can now not get enough of”

“So, when do I get the fly again?” she asked.

“How about now” he replied “If you’re up to it”

“Why wouldn’t I be up for it?” she asked

“I thought you might be fatigued” he surmised

She put down the wine glass and walked over to the sofa where she stood with her back to him knowing full well his eyes would follow.

Emily kicked off her trainers and unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them off her buttocks, but she only managed to extricate one leg before he stepped up behind her, and she giggled as he shed his robe.

Once he was naked, he put his hands on her waist before slipping his hands inside her sweater and she let out a long steady exhale of breath as his hands reached their targets and gently caresses her beautiful little breasts and played with her hardening nipples and then she wasn’t giggling anymore.

Andrew kissed her neck while his hands left her beautiful breasts and his thumbs slipped inside the waistband of her panties as he prepared to pull them down but then to his great surprise, she said

“Leave them on” she said and stood on tiptoe to lean over the sofa leaving him with a perfect view of her pert buttocks clad in yellow lace as she wriggled her way along the sofa back, producing a delightful quiver of her buttocks.

“I see you chose my nieces knickers”

“I thought it felt sexy wearing another girl’s knickers” she said “Now I’m going to get fucked while I’m wearing them”

He stood enjoying the magnificent view of her yellow clad buttocks jiggling before his lascivious eyes.

Emily wriggled forward a little more until her toes were off the floor and a little bit of her bare cheek was visible.

“Gorgeous” he thought as he prepared to get her as ready as he was but as his fingers caressed her inner thigh on their way to seek out her moist lips, she said

“No need” and as she said it, she clenched her buttocks tight “I’m as ready now as I will ever be, I’m so ready now”

So, he pulled the leg of her panties aside to fully exposed her black hairy clam, and as she took receipt of him, she let out a loud whorey moan of pleasure as he entered her tight hole.

Emily gripped on to the sofa as Andrew took her from behind and he looked down on her as she bucked and squirmed as she was making loud sensual sounds of pleasure, and panting emanated from her.

Until finally she released a supressed scream and her body shuddered in ecstasy a moment before his blissful arrival.

After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck as he slowly withdrew and she sighed.

“Now that’s what I call indulgent,” she exclaimed and giggled as he patted her arse.

“You’d better call home again, you’re staying over again, but not in the guest room”

Then he went to the kitchen to get them another drink and when he returned Emily was still draped along the back of the Sofa.

“Very tasteful” he said