Wednesday 31 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (123) Healing Poppy
(Part 01)
Colin Weeks was a farmer up at Woodside Farm between Sharping St Mary and Purplemere although to all intents and purposes it was no longer a farm because Colin weeks kept horses.
After he and his sister inherited the farm from their father they rented out the majority of the surrounding land to neighbouring farms which gave them a reasonable income and allowed them to indulge their passion, which was horses.
It wasn’t a big yard but it was a busy one as his older sister Lucy operated a riding school from the farm.
Colin was 25 years old and his life revolved around the farm and he rarely ventured into the real world.
He had everything he needed at Woodside and what he didn’t have he could order on the internet, well almost.
He had three permanent staff plus a number of after schoolers who helped out with grooming and mucking out, but the hardest worker he had by far was Poppy Garvey who was also in possession of his heart.
However since the day they made love in his study he had hoped things would have progressed between them but instead she was pulling back so he tried to make more of an impression on her.
Colin went on the internet and ordered her thermal underwear and they ended up having sex over the kitchen table, but even that didn’t seem to make enough of an impression on her because afterwards she still held back.
However he did at least have the consolation of knowing what she was wearing against her skin as she walked across the yard.
But everything changed on one day when he himself was walking across the yard, it was late in the afternoon and he met his sister Lucy coming the other way.
“Hello sis” he said surprised “is everything ok”?
“Come quickly” she said and headed back the way she came.
“Why what’s the problem?” he responded and rushed after Lucy who was now almost around the corner.
“It’s Poppy Garvey” she said
“Why? What’s happened?” he asked
“She fell out of the hay loft” Lucy answered
“Oh God, where is she?” he demanded
“In the barn” she answered “but she won’t come out”
They hurried off towards the barn and when they entered he could see in the gloom sitting on a hay bale the quivering figure of Poppy, her knees were drawn up to her chin and she was sobbing uncontrollably.
“Hey Poppy” he said brightly “what have you been up to?”
And she looked up, and as soon as she saw him she was on her feet and bowling towards him at a rate of knots, and she was still crying as she launched herself at him.
“Oh Colin” she cried
“It’s alright, I’ve got you now” he said and just let her sob into his shoulder and after about five minutes she had calmed down considerably.
“Ok” he said, “let’s have a look at you”
Poppy had a bruise on her forehead and her right eye was badly swollen, and her nose was bloodied.
Apart from that she just had scrapes and bruises.
“Right let’s get you to the house” he said with a smile “and we’ll get you cleaned up”
(Part 02)
“Ok” he said, “let’s have a look at you”
Poppy had a bruise on her forehead and her right eye was badly swollen, and her nose was bloodied.
Apart from that she just had scrapes and bruises.
“Right let’s get you to the house” he said with a smile “and we’ll get you cleaned up”
“Ok” she said managing a week smile
“Do you want me to come too Colin?” Lucy asked quietly
“Yes please” he said as he put his arm around Poppy’s shoulder and steered her slowly across the yard, but by the time they had reached halfway she was managing to walk under her own steam and she continued to do so for the short distance from there to kitchen door.
“I’m sorry” she said
“What for?”
“For being a nuisance” she replied
“Don’t be daft” he said and kissed the top of her head
“Now go through to the kitchen”
he looked over his shoulder to where Lucy was standing and she raised an eyebrow and In the sanctuary of the kitchen as Lucy made coffee Colin got to work cleaning Poppy up and attending to the cuts on her face,
“Did you lose consciousness?” he asked
“No” she said and put her hand to her swollen eye.
“That’s good” he said
“I’ll take you to the hospital if you want” he offers
“No” she said, “I’ll be ok”
“Good girl” Lucy said and patted her back, which made Poppy wince and Lucy immediately apologized.
“I’m sorry luvvie, did I hurt you?”
Colin and Lucy exchanged a knowing look and he pulled her shirt up and I could see the bruises immediately.
“Not wearing your thermals today?” he said and Lucy gave him another look
“No it wasn’t cold enough” she replied
“How about a long hot bath?” he suggested “that will help the bruising”
“Oh yes please” she answered brightly “with bubbles?”
“Yes with bubbles and whatever other lotions and potions your heart desires” he replied
It was amazing to think that a simple thing like a bubble bath could illicit such joy and he was once again overwhelmed with love for her.
Colin led Poppy and Lucy upstairs to his bedroom and the en suite with the large Poppy length bath.
Not that Poppy needed to be shown the way she had bathed in there before.
He then left Lucy to take charge while he sorted out some clean clothes for her out of a pile of clothes an ex-girlfriend had left behind.
They were both very different shapes but the clothes would do for now and there was something strangely arousing about a girl wearing another girls knickers.
He gave Lucy the clean towels and put the clothes on the bed and Lucy took the towels into Poppy and he went downstairs, Lucy followed a few moments later.
(Part 03)
In the kitchen they sat silent at the table and continued to drink their coffee.
Lucy finally broke the silence
“How long?”
“How long what” he replied
“You and Poppy” she said in a sisterly tone “and don’t deny it”
He remained silent
“Come on then out with it” she insisted
“A few weeks” he said “But…”
“But what?” she pressed and he went on to explain how things had stalled between them.
“Well I know one thing for sure” she said “Poppy is in love with you”
“Is she?” he asked
“Of course she is you idiot”
“Then why is she holding back?” he asked
“She’s waiting for you to tell her that you love her”
“But I do” he protested “I do love her”
“It’s no good telling me that though is it?” Lucy pointed out “You need to tell her”
Lucy had gone back out to the yard and it was another five minutes after that before Poppy reappeared looking altogether better.
The unbruised sections of her face were pink and fresh; her hair was damp and tousled.
The clothes he sorted out for her fitted well enough though the trousers were a bit baggy around the bum.
He would have liked to tell his ex-girlfriend how good her trousers looked on a smaller arse.
He smiled to himself at the thought but that was soon replaced by the rather dirtier thought about the knickers Poppy was wearing.
“Feeling a bit better now?” he asked her as he handed her a dressing gown
“Much” she said, “where’s Lucy?”
“She’s gone back to lock up, there’s a storm brewing” he said
“I should go and help her” Poppy said and stood up
“You’re going nowhere” he snapped “sit”
She obeyed without speaking
“Now then” he said, “Are you hungry?”
“A bit”
“How about some soup?”
“Yes please” she said
“Go and sit in the lounge then and I’ll bring it through” Colin suggested
“Ok thanks”
“Put the TV on if you want” he called after her
While he was warming the soup Lucy returned with Victoria, one of the stable girls
“How is she?” Victoria asked with real concern
“Much better” he answered,
They went into the kitchen and watched while he finished warming the soup.
“Right” he said pouring the soup into a bowl.
“Let’s go and see her, she’s in the lounge, go through” he said and followed on with a dinner tray.
But when they arrived in the lounge they found Poppy fast asleep on the sofa.
He put the tray down briefly while he picked up a flowered throw which Lucy took from him and covered the sleeping figure.
Colin then picked up the tray again and all three of them tiptoed from the room.
By the kitchen door Lucy whispered
“Did you tell her?”
“No not yet” he replied “you old nag bag”
(Part 04)
When Lucy and Victoria had left Colin ate the soup and sat at the table and pondered on how he was going to broach the subject of love with Poppy without making a complete arse of himself.
Unsurprisingly thoughts of Poppy and love very soon turned to thoughts of making love to Poppy.
Such lustful considerations filled his head for the remainder of the evening and he had a slightly sinful grin on his face as he put his head round the door of the lounge and found Poppy still sleeping soundly so he took himself off to bed just as the rain began to fall.
It wasn’t long before the thunder rolled in and lighting flashes lit the sky, he was lying on his side with his back to the door and had a great view through the open curtains.
Colin had been in bed for maybe an hour drifting in and out of sleep when he heard the bedroom door slowly open and then close again.
He didn’t think too much of it as he wasn’t one hundred percent sure if he had dreamt it or not.
But then Colin felt the covers move and he could hear the soft rustle of the sheets and the warmth of another body, the warmth of a naked body, a soft young naked body.
He could feel Poppy’s breath on his neck and her stiff little nipples pressing in his back and the fluff of her freshly laundered bush brushing against his buttocks and he got the oh too familiar stirring.
“Hello Poppy” he said, “what are you doing here?”
“You left me all alone” she said “and the thunder frightened me”
She was pressed so close against him that it was like he had a second skin.
“And did the thunder frighten you so much that all your clothes fell off?” he enquired
“No I took those off because I was hot” she lied
“Hmm, I think you’re a fibber and you should go back to your own bed”
“But Colin” she protested as she slid her hand across his skin and grasped his semi aroused cock
“He doesn’t want me to go”
Colin rolled onto his back as she stroked him to a full hard on.
“He has no moral fibre” he said
“I think he really likes me though don’t you?”
“What I think is that you’re a cheeky little minx who really deserves a spank” he said and she kissed him on the mouth and he knew he had lost the inner battle with his conscience.
“But as you’re already black and blue I’ll have to let you ravish me instead, I can always spank you another day”
And having been given the green light she kissed him again this time with true conviction and plenty of tongue while her hand tugged on his shaft.
“I don’t think she’ll wait for foreplay,” he thought to myself
“She’s well and truly ready to go”
His suspicion was that she had already started the party long before she crawled into his bed and it wasn’t long after that, a matter of moments no more, that she let go of his shaft and climbed on to it letting out a long satisfying sigh as her hot creamy cunny encased his cock.
(Part 05)
His suspicion was that she had already started the party long before she crawled into his bed and it wasn’t long after that, a matter of moments no more, that she let go of his shaft and climbed on to it letting out a long satisfying sigh as her hot creamy cunny encased his cock.
Poppy sat up in the saddle rising and falling on him and was much more confident and self-assured than the last time she mounted him and she was eliciting pleasurable moans from him to match her own and he took hold of her hips as she slid her syrupy pussy up and down his shaft.
Poppy’s hands were on his chest and he gripped her piston like hips as she diligently applied herself to the task.
And as she neared her climax her delicious moans grew in intensity and she slumped forward until her head was on his chest and she groaned through gritted teeth as her pelvis thrust herself towards the abyss and Colin let his hands caress her slender young form as he too approached the point of no return.
And when they reached the frantic final thrusts Poppy was like a wild animal lost in the moment so he gripped the ravishing beasts arse firmly and hung on until she screamed out in orgasm and he pulsed out his ejaculate inside her hot quim.
She then collapsed on top of him and panted like a well-exercised spaniel while he stayed inside, as her tight young cunny held his cock captive in the heart of her.
After about five minutes she climbed off him with a sigh and collapsed on the bed next to him and lay there with her right hand on his thigh.
Colin took hold of it in his and held it to his lips for a moment or two before taking the opportunity to sniff her fingers.
As soon as she realised what he was doing she snatched her hand away.
“Don’t” she said
“I thought you’d started without me darling” he said
“And I was right”
“You’re horrible” she said and turned her back to him and had it not been dark he would have seen her whole body turn scarlet.
“I’m sorry honey” he said spooning her “I didn’t mean to embarrass you”
She shrugged her shoulders
“I couldn’t help it” Poppy said “I couldn’t stop myself”
“I think it’s really sexy,” he said truthfully
“Really?” she asked
“Really” he affirmed
“Now turn over so we can have a proper cuddle”
She did so and immediately buried her face in his neck and there they lay for an indeterminate time before it became apparent she wanted to make love again.
But as she tongued his ear and roughly yanked at his cock he brought a halt to proceedings.
“What’s wrong?” she said and abandoned his ear
“I’m sorry if I’m not doing it right”
“You’re doing everything perfectly” he assured her
“So what’s wrong then?”
“We need to talk” he explained
“What about?”
“Us”
“Us?” she asked
“I want there to be an “us” he said
“There is an “us” she said still absentmindedly tugging on him
“I don’t mean an occasional shag” he said “I want you all the time”
“What do you mean?”
“I love you Poppy” Colin said “and I want you here beside me every night”
“I love you too” she replied and kissed him with such passion while she still stroked his cock and then they made love again.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (122) Damsel in Distress Again
(Part 01)
It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, which was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door.
Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.
As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”
He replied and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women.
They held that position for some time until Ellie’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below his waist began to stir itself.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, soft lips, hot mouth and an electric tongue.
The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them having sex in the hallway and then making love a second time in the spare room.
The reason for her distress was that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the sex and the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.
A brief affair followed that first evening of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.
(Part 02)
But one Saturday morning when Greg was pottering about in the garage he was disturbed by a knock at the door.
Amanda was in Sunderland visiting her grandmother in hospital and wasn’t back until late on Sunday so he was enjoying himself making a mess without being reminded of the fact every thirty seconds.
He wiped his hands as he passed through the kitchen and opened the door and when he did Eleanor Gallaher pushed past him wearing the familiar knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt, and she was muttering something under her breath and started pacing up and down in the kitchen.
“What’s the matter?” he asked
But she just put a hand up in the “talk to the hand” gesture so he said no more and put the kettle on.
Greg made two drinks and picked one up and said as he headed out the door
“I’ll be in the garage when you’re ready to talk”
It was about ten minutes later when she appeared and shuffled in silently.
She had calmed down a lot but Greg didn’t say anything, he would wait for her to speak first but in the end it was Greg who broke the silence.
Eleanor was bending over a box of books and was looking through them and as she did so the denim of her dungarees stretched tight around her buttocks and he got the faintest tingle down below.
Greg walked up behind her and as she stood up from her perusal he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed straight for her breasts and past the point at which he would have expected to have been thwarted until he had scooped the cups off her breasts and he was feeling their exquisite form.
“I thought your boyfriend wouldn’t like it?” he said as he squeezed her little tits and kissed her neck.
“He’s not going to get it” she replied and pushed her arse against the growing bulge in his jeans.
She turned her head towards him and he leant in to kiss her, and as their tongues became engaged he reluctantly released his grip on her breasts and slipped the braces of her dungarees off her shoulders and they fell to the ground with a swish.
And then he slipped his hands back inside her tee shirt and cupped her breasts again and teased her sensitive nipples.
Eleanor showed no sign of relinquishing his tongue so his right hand travelled south across her flat belly to her well-groomed bush while she continued to rub the cheeks of her pert arse against his bulge and managed to get a cheek either side of it so the lump in his trousers was rubbing up and down her bum crack and she began moaning in his mouth at first softly but growing louder as his finger left her well-trimmed pubes and slipped into her lathery quim.
Minutes later she could no longer sustain the marathon kiss and stood with her head back moaning loudly with the application of his digits which creamed her till she came.
(Part 03)
With her dungarees around her ankles he lifted her off the ground leaving the denim and her flip flops where they lay and carried her to the bench and bent her over it.
She was wearing the big navy blue knickers of which he had often removed from her skinny arse and grabbed the waistband with both hands and yanked them smartly downward.
His cock was fit to burst through the denim of his jeans, if he hadn’t undone the zip, as he stared at Eleanor bent over the bench resting on her elbows.
So he quickly grabbed her hips and in one easy movement penetrated her, which was, judging by her vocal response, very much to her satisfaction
She came up off her elbows and had her palms against the garage wall to brace herself.
This left her beautiful little tits swinging so he gratefully cupped them as he fucked her to a mutually satisfactory conclusion.
After they had redressed themselves he went in the house and got a couple of cans of beer from the fridge while Eleanor went to pee.
When she appeared he handed her a beer.
“So what made you change your mind?” he asked
“I didn’t really” Eleanor replied “I broke up with Kevin”
“Why?” I asked
“He was playing away” she said bitterly “all the while I was being faithful and not letting you shag my brains out, he was shagging some slutty barmaid”
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely
“I don’t know why you’re sorry” she said, “You got what you wanted”
“So did you” he corrected her
“Yes I did” she replied and blushed
“But I don’t want you to think this was just revenge sex”
“It’s alright I don’t mind” Greg said
“That’s not what I mean” Eleanor said
“I want us to become a regular thing again, I was stupid to push you away”
“I see” he said
“I’m still looking for Mr. Right but I want you as well”
She stood up and climbed out of her dungarees and pulled her tee shirt off over her head and Eleanor stood in his kitchen, her cute breasts hanging naked and unrestrained.
While wearing only her big navy blue knickers, which were more wet than dry, waiting for her second helping of cock.
It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, which was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door.
Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.
As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”
He replied and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women.
They held that position for some time until Ellie’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below his waist began to stir itself.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, soft lips, hot mouth and an electric tongue.
The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them having sex in the hallway and then making love a second time in the spare room.
The reason for her distress was that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the sex and the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.
A brief affair followed that first evening of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.
(Part 02)
But one Saturday morning when Greg was pottering about in the garage he was disturbed by a knock at the door.
Amanda was in Sunderland visiting her grandmother in hospital and wasn’t back until late on Sunday so he was enjoying himself making a mess without being reminded of the fact every thirty seconds.
He wiped his hands as he passed through the kitchen and opened the door and when he did Eleanor Gallaher pushed past him wearing the familiar knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt, and she was muttering something under her breath and started pacing up and down in the kitchen.
“What’s the matter?” he asked
But she just put a hand up in the “talk to the hand” gesture so he said no more and put the kettle on.
Greg made two drinks and picked one up and said as he headed out the door
“I’ll be in the garage when you’re ready to talk”
It was about ten minutes later when she appeared and shuffled in silently.
She had calmed down a lot but Greg didn’t say anything, he would wait for her to speak first but in the end it was Greg who broke the silence.
Eleanor was bending over a box of books and was looking through them and as she did so the denim of her dungarees stretched tight around her buttocks and he got the faintest tingle down below.
Greg walked up behind her and as she stood up from her perusal he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed straight for her breasts and past the point at which he would have expected to have been thwarted until he had scooped the cups off her breasts and he was feeling their exquisite form.
“I thought your boyfriend wouldn’t like it?” he said as he squeezed her little tits and kissed her neck.
“He’s not going to get it” she replied and pushed her arse against the growing bulge in his jeans.
She turned her head towards him and he leant in to kiss her, and as their tongues became engaged he reluctantly released his grip on her breasts and slipped the braces of her dungarees off her shoulders and they fell to the ground with a swish.
And then he slipped his hands back inside her tee shirt and cupped her breasts again and teased her sensitive nipples.
Eleanor showed no sign of relinquishing his tongue so his right hand travelled south across her flat belly to her well-groomed bush while she continued to rub the cheeks of her pert arse against his bulge and managed to get a cheek either side of it so the lump in his trousers was rubbing up and down her bum crack and she began moaning in his mouth at first softly but growing louder as his finger left her well-trimmed pubes and slipped into her lathery quim.
Minutes later she could no longer sustain the marathon kiss and stood with her head back moaning loudly with the application of his digits which creamed her till she came.
(Part 03)
With her dungarees around her ankles he lifted her off the ground leaving the denim and her flip flops where they lay and carried her to the bench and bent her over it.
She was wearing the big navy blue knickers of which he had often removed from her skinny arse and grabbed the waistband with both hands and yanked them smartly downward.
His cock was fit to burst through the denim of his jeans, if he hadn’t undone the zip, as he stared at Eleanor bent over the bench resting on her elbows.
So he quickly grabbed her hips and in one easy movement penetrated her, which was, judging by her vocal response, very much to her satisfaction
She came up off her elbows and had her palms against the garage wall to brace herself.
This left her beautiful little tits swinging so he gratefully cupped them as he fucked her to a mutually satisfactory conclusion.
After they had redressed themselves he went in the house and got a couple of cans of beer from the fridge while Eleanor went to pee.
When she appeared he handed her a beer.
“So what made you change your mind?” he asked
“I didn’t really” Eleanor replied “I broke up with Kevin”
“Why?” I asked
“He was playing away” she said bitterly “all the while I was being faithful and not letting you shag my brains out, he was shagging some slutty barmaid”
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely
“I don’t know why you’re sorry” she said, “You got what you wanted”
“So did you” he corrected her
“Yes I did” she replied and blushed
“But I don’t want you to think this was just revenge sex”
“It’s alright I don’t mind” Greg said
“That’s not what I mean” Eleanor said
“I want us to become a regular thing again, I was stupid to push you away”
“I see” he said
“I’m still looking for Mr. Right but I want you as well”
She stood up and climbed out of her dungarees and pulled her tee shirt off over her head and Eleanor stood in his kitchen, her cute breasts hanging naked and unrestrained.
While wearing only her big navy blue knickers, which were more wet than dry, waiting for her second helping of cock.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (121) Playing Doctor’s and Nurse’s
(Part 01)
Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.
He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.
His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.
The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.
And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.
And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.
After he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, which happened to be the week before Easter and there were quarterly reports to be completed and as it was his first quarterly report he spent disproportionately longer in Celeste’s office than was normal.
Which he didn’t mind as it gave him additional ogling time.
Come the day before Good Friday however they worked late into the evening and he had an ache deep in his balls.
By 7.30 Dr Poppy had left for the day and there were just the two of them, although Linda was due back around then.
But until she was, they were alone and Celeste went and made them drinks to spur them on to the end.
Celeste returned after about twenty minutes with the drinks and Nigel gave her a good appraising look as she walked in, as had become his habit.
But she was moving differently than normal and then when she leant down to hand him his drinks and he looked inside her blouse her magnificent breasts were missing their usual lacy fringe.
Celeste then sat with her bum perched on the desk in front of him and sipped her tea and he thoroughly scrutinised her from head to toe.
“Do you mind me asking you a personal question Celeste?”
“It depends what it is?”
“It’s very personal” he said
“Ask away”
“Are you wearing any underwear?” Nigel asked
“That would be telling wouldn’t it” she said
“Well clearly Linda is in for treat when she gets back” he said
“It’s no treat for her, she’s seen it all before”
“So are you or not?” he persisted
“Why don’t find out for yourself” Celeste said and sipped her tea
Nigel put his coffee down on the table and inched forward until he perched on the edge of his seat and put his hands on her knees.
Nigel’s hands then progressed slowly up the sheer sensual surface of her stockings, he was sure they were stockings, he hoped they were.
As his hands pushed slowly upwards so did the tweed skirt, and still she sipped her tea.
(Part 02)
As his hands pushed slowly upwards so did the tweed skirt, and then Nigel felt her stocking tops and the naked thigh beyond and then his hands reached the zenith of her long legs and his thumbs brushed against her pubic hair and she let out the briefest gasp and put her tea cup down, and after a slight adjustment in his position, his fingers slipped un restricted into the creamy wetness between her lips and she exclaimed a loud murmur of pleasure.
He watched Celeste as he frigged her, her eyes were closed and her hands now gripped the edge of the desk as he worked her to a climax.
Nigel stood up and kissed her hot wet mouth as he unbuttoned, first her jacket and then her blouse and slipped his hands inside and roughly groped at her huge tits until he unceremoniously spun her around and bent her over her desk.
She was breathing hard in anticipation and looked over her shoulder at him as she rested on her elbows and pleaded with her eyes for him to take her soon.
Firstly he dropped his trousers, then he lifted her skirt to expose her round buttocks and gripping her hips he fulfilled a desire that had been building in him over the previous three months when he penetrated her over her desk and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction and then he took hold of her great pendulous tits and cupped them as he skewered her creamy pussy.
Things were progressing well, he kept pounding and she kept moaning in happy receipt of him and Nigel was just delivering the grunting juddering coup de gras as the door was flung open and Linda appeared.
But there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him exploding inside Celeste or to stop her wanting him to do it for that matter, so he didn’t disappoint her.
“I don’t fucking believe it” Linda said holding the door handle as she stared at Dr Hanley’s spent and disgraced body slumped over her desk with a smug look on her face
“How could you?” Linda said just as Nigel withdrew from Celeste’s juicy quim and then slammed the door.
He sat on the desk next to the sighing heap that was Dr Celeste Hanley and slapped her buttock
“I think she’s miffed” he said
“Miffed, I’ll say I’m miffed” she said and stared at his semi hard tool still wet from the juicy doctor’s cunny.
“I’m very bloody miffed, and you’re standing there wearing my girlfriend on your cock”
“Ah” he said and then she knelt down and started removing Celeste from him.
“Oh my word this has turned out to be a surprising day” he said
Celeste got to her feet and giggled when she saw Linda sucking him and then she cuddled up to Nigel and kissed him as they both caressed the back of her head as she sucked his cock.
“Linda had a boyfriend when we got together and I made her give him up because I wanted her all to myself” Celeste explained “but I couldn’t resist trying your cock and now she wants it as well”
“Ok then but I want you to get undressed” he said “everything except your stockings and shoes”
“Yeshh” Linda agreed
“Just concentrate on what you’re doing nurse” he said but she kept throwing a sideways glance in Celeste’s direction as she undressed.
And when she was standing next to him wearing only her stocking and shoes he prized his cock from Linda’s eager lips and said
“Now undress Linda”
And while the huge breasted Doctor undressed the skinny blonde nurse he undressed himself and thought
“I think it’s going to be a very long night”
Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.
He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.
His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.
The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.
And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.
And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.
After he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, which happened to be the week before Easter and there were quarterly reports to be completed and as it was his first quarterly report he spent disproportionately longer in Celeste’s office than was normal.
Which he didn’t mind as it gave him additional ogling time.
Come the day before Good Friday however they worked late into the evening and he had an ache deep in his balls.
By 7.30 Dr Poppy had left for the day and there were just the two of them, although Linda was due back around then.
But until she was, they were alone and Celeste went and made them drinks to spur them on to the end.
Celeste returned after about twenty minutes with the drinks and Nigel gave her a good appraising look as she walked in, as had become his habit.
But she was moving differently than normal and then when she leant down to hand him his drinks and he looked inside her blouse her magnificent breasts were missing their usual lacy fringe.
Celeste then sat with her bum perched on the desk in front of him and sipped her tea and he thoroughly scrutinised her from head to toe.
“Do you mind me asking you a personal question Celeste?”
“It depends what it is?”
“It’s very personal” he said
“Ask away”
“Are you wearing any underwear?” Nigel asked
“That would be telling wouldn’t it” she said
“Well clearly Linda is in for treat when she gets back” he said
“It’s no treat for her, she’s seen it all before”
“So are you or not?” he persisted
“Why don’t find out for yourself” Celeste said and sipped her tea
Nigel put his coffee down on the table and inched forward until he perched on the edge of his seat and put his hands on her knees.
Nigel’s hands then progressed slowly up the sheer sensual surface of her stockings, he was sure they were stockings, he hoped they were.
As his hands pushed slowly upwards so did the tweed skirt, and still she sipped her tea.
(Part 02)
As his hands pushed slowly upwards so did the tweed skirt, and then Nigel felt her stocking tops and the naked thigh beyond and then his hands reached the zenith of her long legs and his thumbs brushed against her pubic hair and she let out the briefest gasp and put her tea cup down, and after a slight adjustment in his position, his fingers slipped un restricted into the creamy wetness between her lips and she exclaimed a loud murmur of pleasure.
He watched Celeste as he frigged her, her eyes were closed and her hands now gripped the edge of the desk as he worked her to a climax.
Nigel stood up and kissed her hot wet mouth as he unbuttoned, first her jacket and then her blouse and slipped his hands inside and roughly groped at her huge tits until he unceremoniously spun her around and bent her over her desk.
She was breathing hard in anticipation and looked over her shoulder at him as she rested on her elbows and pleaded with her eyes for him to take her soon.
Firstly he dropped his trousers, then he lifted her skirt to expose her round buttocks and gripping her hips he fulfilled a desire that had been building in him over the previous three months when he penetrated her over her desk and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction and then he took hold of her great pendulous tits and cupped them as he skewered her creamy pussy.
Things were progressing well, he kept pounding and she kept moaning in happy receipt of him and Nigel was just delivering the grunting juddering coup de gras as the door was flung open and Linda appeared.
But there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him exploding inside Celeste or to stop her wanting him to do it for that matter, so he didn’t disappoint her.
“I don’t fucking believe it” Linda said holding the door handle as she stared at Dr Hanley’s spent and disgraced body slumped over her desk with a smug look on her face
“How could you?” Linda said just as Nigel withdrew from Celeste’s juicy quim and then slammed the door.
He sat on the desk next to the sighing heap that was Dr Celeste Hanley and slapped her buttock
“I think she’s miffed” he said
“Miffed, I’ll say I’m miffed” she said and stared at his semi hard tool still wet from the juicy doctor’s cunny.
“I’m very bloody miffed, and you’re standing there wearing my girlfriend on your cock”
“Ah” he said and then she knelt down and started removing Celeste from him.
“Oh my word this has turned out to be a surprising day” he said
Celeste got to her feet and giggled when she saw Linda sucking him and then she cuddled up to Nigel and kissed him as they both caressed the back of her head as she sucked his cock.
“Linda had a boyfriend when we got together and I made her give him up because I wanted her all to myself” Celeste explained “but I couldn’t resist trying your cock and now she wants it as well”
“Ok then but I want you to get undressed” he said “everything except your stockings and shoes”
“Yeshh” Linda agreed
“Just concentrate on what you’re doing nurse” he said but she kept throwing a sideways glance in Celeste’s direction as she undressed.
And when she was standing next to him wearing only her stocking and shoes he prized his cock from Linda’s eager lips and said
“Now undress Linda”
And while the huge breasted Doctor undressed the skinny blonde nurse he undressed himself and thought
“I think it’s going to be a very long night”
Tuesday 30 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (120) Feeling Alive
(Part 01)
Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.
So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.
The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.
On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it but sometimes they had to create opportunities for example the day of Derek Bronson’s funeral.
The Bronson’s were Antonia’s next door neighbour’s and Daphne was one of her closest friends and obviously on the day of the funeral she was in pieces and she leant heavily on Toni.
Antonia’s mum stayed in her house and looked after her children and
Daphne’s mother looked after the Bronson children and Antonia looked after her in her house.
The warm weather of the that spring was still in evidence on the day of the funeral and during the wake Daphne completely broke down and so Antonia had her taken home and the doctor was called.
Dr Andrews came downstairs carrying her bag and said
“I’ve given her a sedative” she said “So she’ll sleep until morning”
“Thanks doctor” Toni said and as she closed the door behind her she smiled and got her phone from her pocket and typed a message.
Paul Galasso was still at the wake and talking to some friends when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket so he discreetly excused himself and read the message.
“Come now!!!”
He discreetly slipped away from the funeral and headed towards the Vicarage and then he turned down the lane by the church, which led to the path that crossed the golf course and from there he traversed the course until he reached the back of Antonia’s house and then he remembered he wanted the house next door and went in the back gate and ran across the lawn and tapped on the door.
When the door opened the elegant figure of Antonia stood before him.
“Hello Paul” She said brightly then pretended to be solemn with a half-smile.
“You called madam” he asked
“What kept you” she retorted
“I had a call from a horny middle aged woman who didn’t leave a name” he said “I tried the pretty ones first”
“You cheeky git” she said “if I wasn’t so horny I’d send you on your way”
(Part 02)
“What kept you” she retorted
“I had a call from a horny middle aged woman who didn’t leave a name” he said “I tried the pretty ones first”
“You cheeky git” she said “if I wasn’t so horny I’d send you on your way”
She was giggling as he took her in his arms, and when she stopped laughing he became aware of her hot breath on his neck, and her arms tighten around him and she began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath panting on his skin.
Which was when the beast in his pants stirred until it was bulging in his trousers and Antonia was rubbing her pelvis against it.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands had slipped inside his jacket and began to caress up and down his back and her nuzzles turned to kisses before tonguing and licking his ear.
He reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his.
Her lips were soft, her mouth was hot and her tongue was energetic.
Antonia’s hands began to claw at his shirt dragging it free of his waistband then with great urgency her hands were on his naked flesh and her nails were clawing his back.
She was half perched on the table in front of him as she discarded his jacket and her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons and with the task complete she virtually ripped the shirt from his back.
Pulling herself to her feet those eager trembling hands were on his flesh again and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
Paul had one hand on the zip of her dress and tugged it down without ceremony while his other hand pulled the dress off her shoulder, reluctantly she released her grip on his torso long enough to allow her to wriggle her arms free of the sleeves and then the dress fell to the floor, her hands then quickly returned to their previous task.
Her kissing became more intense as he turned his attention to her tits caressing them through the black lace then he pushed Antonia backwards against the table and she stepped out of the dress lying on the floor where it fell.
Paul stopped playing with her tits and her stiffening nipples and moved his hand to the top of her stocking with his palm pressed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh, pausing briefly before moving inside the silk of her panties.
His fingers dwelled amidst her coarse bush, then Antonia snorted though her nose as he slipped his fingers between her lips and immersed them in her juicy cunny.
She couldn’t maintain the kiss any longer after that and her breaths became deep and erratic and he pushed her back on the table and continued fingering her wet quim until her cream oozed between his fingers.
She was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, and she was biting her lip and pulling her hair.
(Part 03)
Antonia wriggled beneath his hand and moaned coarsely like a whore and her hands gripped the edges of the desk until her knuckles whitened until she was panting out coarse breaths and then in a delicious rasping moan she came.
He reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the silk drawers off her buttocks and down her thighs, then she obliged him by drawing up her knees for him to pull her pants off over her shoes.
Paul hurriedly undid his trousers and bared his throbbing cock and she spread her legs wide to receive him, her gorgeous bush on full display as he thrust into her grateful pussy.
His hands slid down her outer thighs until he had hold of her hips and her buttock slapped the top of the desk as he pumped on her and she let out a low animal growl, which excited him very much.
Paul was really warming to his task when she suddenly drew up her legs and planted the leather soul of her shoe on his chest and kicked him backwards until he fell on the floor.
He thought that if she had had a change of heart all she had to say was stop he could have understood that but no she had to kick him.
He looked up and saw the now laughing Antonia rising up off the table and to his surprise she joined him on the rug before climbing aboard and impaling her wetness on him.
“I thought you’d changed your mind” he said as his hands grabbed her arse
“No chance” she panted as she undid her bra and her beautiful tits hovered in front of his face.
He suckled one aroused nipple as she rose and fell on him.
And with each successive length she took from him she exhaled a low animal grunt and with his hands on her buttocks she persevered and maintained her sensual rhythm until moaning and panting they reached crescendo and Antonia’s whole body seemed to be in spasm as she cried out in orgasm.
She fell forward and climbed off him to lay beside him on the rug puffing and wheezing as Paul just lay there panting.
“God that was good” she said
“No, good doesn’t come anywhere near to describing that” he said
“There’s nothing like great sex to make you feel alive” she said
After about ten minutes they got up weak legged and sat at the table and had a drink and then he began getting dressed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked disapprovingly
“Getting dressed” he replied
“Well you can stop that right away” she said
“Why?”
“Because I’m going upstairs to check on the widow and then when I return we’re going to put a nasty stain on her new sofa” she said and giggled.
Paul looked at her jiggling tits as she laughed while wearing only stocking and shoes
“Well I don’t think you should go dressed like that” he said
Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.
So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.
The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.
On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it but sometimes they had to create opportunities for example the day of Derek Bronson’s funeral.
The Bronson’s were Antonia’s next door neighbour’s and Daphne was one of her closest friends and obviously on the day of the funeral she was in pieces and she leant heavily on Toni.
Antonia’s mum stayed in her house and looked after her children and
Daphne’s mother looked after the Bronson children and Antonia looked after her in her house.
The warm weather of the that spring was still in evidence on the day of the funeral and during the wake Daphne completely broke down and so Antonia had her taken home and the doctor was called.
Dr Andrews came downstairs carrying her bag and said
“I’ve given her a sedative” she said “So she’ll sleep until morning”
“Thanks doctor” Toni said and as she closed the door behind her she smiled and got her phone from her pocket and typed a message.
Paul Galasso was still at the wake and talking to some friends when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket so he discreetly excused himself and read the message.
“Come now!!!”
He discreetly slipped away from the funeral and headed towards the Vicarage and then he turned down the lane by the church, which led to the path that crossed the golf course and from there he traversed the course until he reached the back of Antonia’s house and then he remembered he wanted the house next door and went in the back gate and ran across the lawn and tapped on the door.
When the door opened the elegant figure of Antonia stood before him.
“Hello Paul” She said brightly then pretended to be solemn with a half-smile.
“You called madam” he asked
“What kept you” she retorted
“I had a call from a horny middle aged woman who didn’t leave a name” he said “I tried the pretty ones first”
“You cheeky git” she said “if I wasn’t so horny I’d send you on your way”
(Part 02)
“What kept you” she retorted
“I had a call from a horny middle aged woman who didn’t leave a name” he said “I tried the pretty ones first”
“You cheeky git” she said “if I wasn’t so horny I’d send you on your way”
She was giggling as he took her in his arms, and when she stopped laughing he became aware of her hot breath on his neck, and her arms tighten around him and she began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath panting on his skin.
Which was when the beast in his pants stirred until it was bulging in his trousers and Antonia was rubbing her pelvis against it.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands had slipped inside his jacket and began to caress up and down his back and her nuzzles turned to kisses before tonguing and licking his ear.
He reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his.
Her lips were soft, her mouth was hot and her tongue was energetic.
Antonia’s hands began to claw at his shirt dragging it free of his waistband then with great urgency her hands were on his naked flesh and her nails were clawing his back.
She was half perched on the table in front of him as she discarded his jacket and her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons and with the task complete she virtually ripped the shirt from his back.
Pulling herself to her feet those eager trembling hands were on his flesh again and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
Paul had one hand on the zip of her dress and tugged it down without ceremony while his other hand pulled the dress off her shoulder, reluctantly she released her grip on his torso long enough to allow her to wriggle her arms free of the sleeves and then the dress fell to the floor, her hands then quickly returned to their previous task.
Her kissing became more intense as he turned his attention to her tits caressing them through the black lace then he pushed Antonia backwards against the table and she stepped out of the dress lying on the floor where it fell.
Paul stopped playing with her tits and her stiffening nipples and moved his hand to the top of her stocking with his palm pressed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh, pausing briefly before moving inside the silk of her panties.
His fingers dwelled amidst her coarse bush, then Antonia snorted though her nose as he slipped his fingers between her lips and immersed them in her juicy cunny.
She couldn’t maintain the kiss any longer after that and her breaths became deep and erratic and he pushed her back on the table and continued fingering her wet quim until her cream oozed between his fingers.
She was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, and she was biting her lip and pulling her hair.
(Part 03)
Antonia wriggled beneath his hand and moaned coarsely like a whore and her hands gripped the edges of the desk until her knuckles whitened until she was panting out coarse breaths and then in a delicious rasping moan she came.
He reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the silk drawers off her buttocks and down her thighs, then she obliged him by drawing up her knees for him to pull her pants off over her shoes.
Paul hurriedly undid his trousers and bared his throbbing cock and she spread her legs wide to receive him, her gorgeous bush on full display as he thrust into her grateful pussy.
His hands slid down her outer thighs until he had hold of her hips and her buttock slapped the top of the desk as he pumped on her and she let out a low animal growl, which excited him very much.
Paul was really warming to his task when she suddenly drew up her legs and planted the leather soul of her shoe on his chest and kicked him backwards until he fell on the floor.
He thought that if she had had a change of heart all she had to say was stop he could have understood that but no she had to kick him.
He looked up and saw the now laughing Antonia rising up off the table and to his surprise she joined him on the rug before climbing aboard and impaling her wetness on him.
“I thought you’d changed your mind” he said as his hands grabbed her arse
“No chance” she panted as she undid her bra and her beautiful tits hovered in front of his face.
He suckled one aroused nipple as she rose and fell on him.
And with each successive length she took from him she exhaled a low animal grunt and with his hands on her buttocks she persevered and maintained her sensual rhythm until moaning and panting they reached crescendo and Antonia’s whole body seemed to be in spasm as she cried out in orgasm.
She fell forward and climbed off him to lay beside him on the rug puffing and wheezing as Paul just lay there panting.
“God that was good” she said
“No, good doesn’t come anywhere near to describing that” he said
“There’s nothing like great sex to make you feel alive” she said
After about ten minutes they got up weak legged and sat at the table and had a drink and then he began getting dressed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked disapprovingly
“Getting dressed” he replied
“Well you can stop that right away” she said
“Why?”
“Because I’m going upstairs to check on the widow and then when I return we’re going to put a nasty stain on her new sofa” she said and giggled.
Paul looked at her jiggling tits as she laughed while wearing only stocking and shoes
“Well I don’t think you should go dressed like that” he said
Choice Tales from the Vale – (119) The Green Baize Adventure
(Part 01)
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
As the week progressed they did it in the woods, on the assault course, in the disabled toilet, the showers, in a car on the Sharpington seafront, in a beach hut, under the pier and on a train.
But it was getting more difficult to find new places to do it but Sara had every confidence Gary would come up with another suitable venue.
But as the day wore on they were frustrated at every turn and all their tried and tested hotspots were unavailable to them.
They had a couple of near misses, once when he was giving her a cheeky finger under the table in the café when the waitress became suspicious of them and then later they were asked to leave the cinema when the usherette spotted him taking her knickers off.
So it was fairly late on in the evening when Gary said
“Come on sticky lips, get your best drawers on its Adventure time”
(Part 02)
After a very frustrating day of near misses had to wait until it was fairly late on in the evening when Gary said
“Come on sticky lips, get your best drawers on its Adventure time”
“Oh goody” she said “where are we going?”
“You’ll find out soon enough” he said
They left the signal box just after midnight when most people were turning in.
It was about half an hour later when they stood in the shadows between two buildings on the Maxlins Holiday camp.
When he had helped her through the toilet window he kissed her passionately.
“Are we going to do it here?” she asked failing to hide her disappointment.
“Well that wouldn’t be much of an adventure would it” he replied and then he opened the door and holding her hand they proceeded in to the darkness with Gary feeling his way along a corridor until he found the door he was looking for and pushed the handle down.
When they entered the room in was pitch black and it took a moment or two of fumbling in the darkness until Gary’s hand found the light switches, they were in one of the Maxlins billiard rooms.
First of all he switched them all on and then turned off the ones they didn’t need.
Then with the lights set at an acceptable level he took her by the hand and led her towards the green baize table.
Once there he dispensed with his coat and dropped it on the floor and Sara followed suit before he pulled her towards him and resumed the kiss.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue into his mouth and Sara’s arms immediately wrapped around him holding him tight and he put his hand on her hip and pulled her pelvis towards his now throbbing cock.
From her hip it joined its twin and began tugging her t-shirt out from her waistband then when they were touching her flesh they moved up her back and unhooked her bra.
Then both hands followed the path between her skin and her bra until they were cupping her breasts.
She sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipples.
Gary disengaged his mouth from hers and he quickly pulled her sweater and T-shirt off over her head.
Her bra was left dangling rather ineffectually and she disposed of it as he watched her tits jiggle she noticed him staring and feeling unnecessarily self-conscious she immediately tried to reattach her lips to his but he broke away again as he had other plans for his mouth.
Gary resumed his fondling of her breasts and playing with her swollen peaks as he started to kiss and nibble down her neck going on a journey down to her shoulder and chest until he found himself kneeling in front of her and her beautiful firm round tits which he took turns on kissing, licking and sucking.
Sara was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering his hair as he sucked her teat.
(Part 03)
Sara was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering his hair as he sucked her teat.
His hands were now on her arse kneading her pert cheeks and as they slid slowly yet purposely around her waist he sucked hard on her nipple making her wince and she withdrew her misshapen and swollen teat from his mouth and Gary thought he had hurt her but instead she thrust her other teat between his lips for similar treatment and he duly obliged her.
His hands meanwhile had reached their objective and he unbuttoned her jeans and tugged the zip sharply down.
They then slipped between the denim until they could touch the fabric of her panties before they eased the jeans off her buttocks and down her thighs, his hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until his fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and grasping the elastic firmly he tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs releasing them at her knees where her jeans resided.
Gary’s hands were quickly occupied with her naked arse and he stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly simultaneously edging her backward against the table.
Sara adjusted her feet as she shuffled back, at the same time kicking off her shoes and when her arse was touching the billiard table she managed to extricate one foot from her pants and jeans he then freed the other leg and began kissing her thighs and very soon he was rubbing his face in her ample public curls.
Manoeuvring her so she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while he knelt before her and he looked up and saw Sara was biting her lip and then she opened up wide for him to drink deeply of her sensuous juices until neither of them could wait a moment more.
He raised his head from his task, his face wet with her liquor and looked up and saw her gripping the edge of the table with one hand and playing with her nipple with the other.
He got to his feet and kissed her, her pungent bouquet was all around his mouth and when he stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as Gary’s hand slipped up her thigh she licked her lips.
Sara’s legs were spread wide and her petals open and she was moist and at the perfect height to receive him and she moaned appreciatively as he entered her quim and her legs wrapped around him and she crossed them at the ankles and pulled him all the way in.
They soon had a great rhythm going with Sara’s legs gripping him hard.
Gary was playing with her tits as he banged into her and relished her coarse appreciation.
But he knew he couldn’t hold off much longer, if he was not on the brink then he was very close.
And then in sublime bliss they reached that perfect point of climax when the adventurers both came together, when Sara’s orgasm became his finale and it was like a dam bursting.
(Part 04)
Gary knew he couldn’t hold off much longer, if he was not on the brink then he was very close.
And then in sublime bliss they reached that perfect point of climax when the adventurers both came together, when Sara’s orgasm became his finale and it was like a dam bursting.
Her legs relaxed a few minutes later and he pulled out of her and she let out a long sigh of satisfaction and Gary bent down and kissed her quivering belly and lay his face against it as she sighed again and he felt her muscles contract.
Sara lay on the snooker table panting and sighing for about ten minutes until a redressed Gary held out his hand and pulled her upright and scooped her up in his arms off the baize.
Gary smiled to himself when he noticed the wet patch on the billiard table.
“That’s going to leave a mark” he said and when Sara saw it she giggled
He kissed her tenderly and set her down on the floor.
“We’d better get going” he said but she only looked up at him and gave him a lecherous smile as she slid onto the floor between his legs
“We don’t need to go just yet” she said with a chuckle as then she undid his trousers, an action to which he offered no resistance as she undressed him, and when his trousers and pants had been cast aside Gary felt the moist spreading warmth along his shaft until her mouth completely engulfed him and looking down he saw Sara kneeling between his knees with his cock deep in her mouth.
“Oh Sara” he said to her as she went about her task with relish.
But as he was nearing the threshold he said
“That’s enough”
But she gave him one long slow suck before looking up at him with a broad smile then Sara stood up and pushed him backwards onto his arse and the moment his naked buttocks hit the leather she climbed onto his lap and guided his cock between her syrupy lips and Sara rode him until she collapsed in an orgasmic heap where for ten minutes she lay draped across him sighing with contentment.
After they were dressed they had a quick scout around to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything and when they were satisfied that the only evidence of their presence was a damp patch on the billiard table and something akin to a large snail trail on the leather sofa then they turned out the lights and left the way they had come in, and exited through the toilet window just as the dawn was breaking.
“Was that adventurous enough for you?” He asked
“Oh yes” she said “but I won’t be able to watch snooker again without getting horny”
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
As the week progressed they did it in the woods, on the assault course, in the disabled toilet, the showers, in a car on the Sharpington seafront, in a beach hut, under the pier and on a train.
But it was getting more difficult to find new places to do it but Sara had every confidence Gary would come up with another suitable venue.
But as the day wore on they were frustrated at every turn and all their tried and tested hotspots were unavailable to them.
They had a couple of near misses, once when he was giving her a cheeky finger under the table in the café when the waitress became suspicious of them and then later they were asked to leave the cinema when the usherette spotted him taking her knickers off.
So it was fairly late on in the evening when Gary said
“Come on sticky lips, get your best drawers on its Adventure time”
(Part 02)
After a very frustrating day of near misses had to wait until it was fairly late on in the evening when Gary said
“Come on sticky lips, get your best drawers on its Adventure time”
“Oh goody” she said “where are we going?”
“You’ll find out soon enough” he said
They left the signal box just after midnight when most people were turning in.
It was about half an hour later when they stood in the shadows between two buildings on the Maxlins Holiday camp.
When he had helped her through the toilet window he kissed her passionately.
“Are we going to do it here?” she asked failing to hide her disappointment.
“Well that wouldn’t be much of an adventure would it” he replied and then he opened the door and holding her hand they proceeded in to the darkness with Gary feeling his way along a corridor until he found the door he was looking for and pushed the handle down.
When they entered the room in was pitch black and it took a moment or two of fumbling in the darkness until Gary’s hand found the light switches, they were in one of the Maxlins billiard rooms.
First of all he switched them all on and then turned off the ones they didn’t need.
Then with the lights set at an acceptable level he took her by the hand and led her towards the green baize table.
Once there he dispensed with his coat and dropped it on the floor and Sara followed suit before he pulled her towards him and resumed the kiss.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue into his mouth and Sara’s arms immediately wrapped around him holding him tight and he put his hand on her hip and pulled her pelvis towards his now throbbing cock.
From her hip it joined its twin and began tugging her t-shirt out from her waistband then when they were touching her flesh they moved up her back and unhooked her bra.
Then both hands followed the path between her skin and her bra until they were cupping her breasts.
She sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipples.
Gary disengaged his mouth from hers and he quickly pulled her sweater and T-shirt off over her head.
Her bra was left dangling rather ineffectually and she disposed of it as he watched her tits jiggle she noticed him staring and feeling unnecessarily self-conscious she immediately tried to reattach her lips to his but he broke away again as he had other plans for his mouth.
Gary resumed his fondling of her breasts and playing with her swollen peaks as he started to kiss and nibble down her neck going on a journey down to her shoulder and chest until he found himself kneeling in front of her and her beautiful firm round tits which he took turns on kissing, licking and sucking.
Sara was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering his hair as he sucked her teat.
(Part 03)
Sara was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering his hair as he sucked her teat.
His hands were now on her arse kneading her pert cheeks and as they slid slowly yet purposely around her waist he sucked hard on her nipple making her wince and she withdrew her misshapen and swollen teat from his mouth and Gary thought he had hurt her but instead she thrust her other teat between his lips for similar treatment and he duly obliged her.
His hands meanwhile had reached their objective and he unbuttoned her jeans and tugged the zip sharply down.
They then slipped between the denim until they could touch the fabric of her panties before they eased the jeans off her buttocks and down her thighs, his hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until his fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and grasping the elastic firmly he tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs releasing them at her knees where her jeans resided.
Gary’s hands were quickly occupied with her naked arse and he stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly simultaneously edging her backward against the table.
Sara adjusted her feet as she shuffled back, at the same time kicking off her shoes and when her arse was touching the billiard table she managed to extricate one foot from her pants and jeans he then freed the other leg and began kissing her thighs and very soon he was rubbing his face in her ample public curls.
Manoeuvring her so she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while he knelt before her and he looked up and saw Sara was biting her lip and then she opened up wide for him to drink deeply of her sensuous juices until neither of them could wait a moment more.
He raised his head from his task, his face wet with her liquor and looked up and saw her gripping the edge of the table with one hand and playing with her nipple with the other.
He got to his feet and kissed her, her pungent bouquet was all around his mouth and when he stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as Gary’s hand slipped up her thigh she licked her lips.
Sara’s legs were spread wide and her petals open and she was moist and at the perfect height to receive him and she moaned appreciatively as he entered her quim and her legs wrapped around him and she crossed them at the ankles and pulled him all the way in.
They soon had a great rhythm going with Sara’s legs gripping him hard.
Gary was playing with her tits as he banged into her and relished her coarse appreciation.
But he knew he couldn’t hold off much longer, if he was not on the brink then he was very close.
And then in sublime bliss they reached that perfect point of climax when the adventurers both came together, when Sara’s orgasm became his finale and it was like a dam bursting.
(Part 04)
Gary knew he couldn’t hold off much longer, if he was not on the brink then he was very close.
And then in sublime bliss they reached that perfect point of climax when the adventurers both came together, when Sara’s orgasm became his finale and it was like a dam bursting.
Her legs relaxed a few minutes later and he pulled out of her and she let out a long sigh of satisfaction and Gary bent down and kissed her quivering belly and lay his face against it as she sighed again and he felt her muscles contract.
Sara lay on the snooker table panting and sighing for about ten minutes until a redressed Gary held out his hand and pulled her upright and scooped her up in his arms off the baize.
Gary smiled to himself when he noticed the wet patch on the billiard table.
“That’s going to leave a mark” he said and when Sara saw it she giggled
He kissed her tenderly and set her down on the floor.
“We’d better get going” he said but she only looked up at him and gave him a lecherous smile as she slid onto the floor between his legs
“We don’t need to go just yet” she said with a chuckle as then she undid his trousers, an action to which he offered no resistance as she undressed him, and when his trousers and pants had been cast aside Gary felt the moist spreading warmth along his shaft until her mouth completely engulfed him and looking down he saw Sara kneeling between his knees with his cock deep in her mouth.
“Oh Sara” he said to her as she went about her task with relish.
But as he was nearing the threshold he said
“That’s enough”
But she gave him one long slow suck before looking up at him with a broad smile then Sara stood up and pushed him backwards onto his arse and the moment his naked buttocks hit the leather she climbed onto his lap and guided his cock between her syrupy lips and Sara rode him until she collapsed in an orgasmic heap where for ten minutes she lay draped across him sighing with contentment.
After they were dressed they had a quick scout around to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything and when they were satisfied that the only evidence of their presence was a damp patch on the billiard table and something akin to a large snail trail on the leather sofa then they turned out the lights and left the way they had come in, and exited through the toilet window just as the dawn was breaking.
“Was that adventurous enough for you?” He asked
“Oh yes” she said “but I won’t be able to watch snooker again without getting horny”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (118) Something about a Cellist
For Thomas Barnstone, there is something about a cellist that really turns him on, a female cellist obviously, in a low cut evening dress of emerald green velvet, with the great polished instrument between her long black clad legs.
He particularly likes the way the musicians long brunette hair dances across her naked shoulders and brushes her alabaster skin in frantic rhythm to her playing as she delivers her perfectly practised rendition to a largely disinterested audience while sitting in the lavish surroundings of a grand hotel lobby.
There is something about a cellist that really turns Thomas on, especially when it was a pale willowy figure of a girl called Deidre, purposefully thrashing out a piece by Elgar or perhaps playing some uplifting Vivaldi, maybe even some mesmeric Schubert or God forbid some music to slash your wrists courtesy of Mahler or Wagner, in truth the music itself really was unimportant.
And strictly speaking it’s isn’t even cellists that turn him on but there was something about Deidre that definitely does turn him on when she plays the cello.
But the important something about that particular cellist, that really turned Thomas Barnstone on, was when Deirdre performed for him in his luxury Finchbottom Apartment with the great polished instrument between her long black stocking clad legs, with her long brunette hair dancing across her naked shoulders and brushing her alabaster skin in frantic rhythm to her playing, as she delivers her perfectly practised rendition while she is completely naked.
He particularly likes the way the musicians long brunette hair dances across her naked shoulders and brushes her alabaster skin in frantic rhythm to her playing as she delivers her perfectly practised rendition to a largely disinterested audience while sitting in the lavish surroundings of a grand hotel lobby.
There is something about a cellist that really turns Thomas on, especially when it was a pale willowy figure of a girl called Deidre, purposefully thrashing out a piece by Elgar or perhaps playing some uplifting Vivaldi, maybe even some mesmeric Schubert or God forbid some music to slash your wrists courtesy of Mahler or Wagner, in truth the music itself really was unimportant.
And strictly speaking it’s isn’t even cellists that turn him on but there was something about Deidre that definitely does turn him on when she plays the cello.
But the important something about that particular cellist, that really turned Thomas Barnstone on, was when Deirdre performed for him in his luxury Finchbottom Apartment with the great polished instrument between her long black stocking clad legs, with her long brunette hair dancing across her naked shoulders and brushing her alabaster skin in frantic rhythm to her playing, as she delivers her perfectly practised rendition while she is completely naked.
Monday 29 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (117) Ward Sisters
Kathryn Reed had just turned thirty and she was a nurse, but reaching her milestone birthday she realised she was in a bit of a rut.
She was single and had lived alone for four years since her last boyfriend Dave got his marching orders and although she enjoyed her job she thought she could be doing more.
She was a good nurse, quietly efficient, and very popular with staff and patients alike.
Kath was tall and slim, she was also pretty but with her yellow hair scraped back into a bun and her half-moon glasses perched on her nose she looked a bit severe and her flat hospital shoes did nothing for her long slender legs.
She was attending to a patient called Christine Gallaher, who had been in for some minor surgery and she was just doing her final checks so she could be discharged and she took her time because she liked Christine, the patients she didn’t like she wasted no time with.
They chatted as she went about her business and updated her chart, then she took her temperature, pulse and finally her blood pressure Kath was just attending to the cuff around her arm and Christine’s fingertips began rubbing Kath gently through her uniform and it took her breath away.
There were no screens up around the bed so it was in full view of the ward and the staff and patients coming and going, and it was so exciting.
Christine was lying on the bed smiling at the effect she was having on the lovely nurse she had been fantasying about for two days and Kath was so turned on she was unable to complete a simple task that she had performed a thousand time.
She let go of the cuff and braced herself against the wall with one hand which encouraged Christine to touch her beneath her uniform.
At first Kath thought it was a step to far but as Chris’s hand crept ever higher up her thigh she relented and adjusted her stance and opened herself up to her intimate caress.
And all the while Christine was fingering he pretty nurse she was fingering herself until she made Kathryn cum.
It took several moments for Kath to compose herself and when she did she said
“That all seems to be fine Miss Gallaher”
“I’m glad” Christine replied smugly
“We should just get you to the toilet and make sure everything is working down below” Kath suggested
“Oh it’s working” she said
“Yes but I think you still really need a medical opinion” Kath insisted
She was single and had lived alone for four years since her last boyfriend Dave got his marching orders and although she enjoyed her job she thought she could be doing more.
She was a good nurse, quietly efficient, and very popular with staff and patients alike.
Kath was tall and slim, she was also pretty but with her yellow hair scraped back into a bun and her half-moon glasses perched on her nose she looked a bit severe and her flat hospital shoes did nothing for her long slender legs.
She was attending to a patient called Christine Gallaher, who had been in for some minor surgery and she was just doing her final checks so she could be discharged and she took her time because she liked Christine, the patients she didn’t like she wasted no time with.
They chatted as she went about her business and updated her chart, then she took her temperature, pulse and finally her blood pressure Kath was just attending to the cuff around her arm and Christine’s fingertips began rubbing Kath gently through her uniform and it took her breath away.
There were no screens up around the bed so it was in full view of the ward and the staff and patients coming and going, and it was so exciting.
Christine was lying on the bed smiling at the effect she was having on the lovely nurse she had been fantasying about for two days and Kath was so turned on she was unable to complete a simple task that she had performed a thousand time.
She let go of the cuff and braced herself against the wall with one hand which encouraged Christine to touch her beneath her uniform.
At first Kath thought it was a step to far but as Chris’s hand crept ever higher up her thigh she relented and adjusted her stance and opened herself up to her intimate caress.
And all the while Christine was fingering he pretty nurse she was fingering herself until she made Kathryn cum.
It took several moments for Kath to compose herself and when she did she said
“That all seems to be fine Miss Gallaher”
“I’m glad” Christine replied smugly
“We should just get you to the toilet and make sure everything is working down below” Kath suggested
“Oh it’s working” she said
“Yes but I think you still really need a medical opinion” Kath insisted
Choice Tales from the Vale – (116) French Cuisine
Jason Nelson was not looking forward to another boring business dinner the latest in a long line of such wasted evenings and at 35 years of age he was really looking for something more.
Something more than another fabulous restaurant for another expensive meal or as they say another “dining experience” at someone else’s expense.
He pulled up outside the latest restaurant, this time The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, a place of great renown.
But he still had a feeling of dread, despite the great venue, wonderful cuisine and the great ambience it was just more boring business talk, more boring company, basically more people who like him didn’t really want to be there.
But after the pre-dinner drinks, quelle surprise, out of the blue and quite unexpected, une jeune fille, and how pretty she was, la belle fille Florence Lafarge, the niece of the financial director from the Paris office, with huge brown eyes and long dark hair.
“Quelle jolie fillee” Jason thought
“Do you mind if she joins us?” her father asked
As if they would mind, a bunch of boring business men having dinner or a bunch of boring business men and a beautiful young woman.
No contest as far as Jason was concerned because he was besotted by the beautiful creature.
When the waiter came, the American next to him ordered a steak, well done
“And for you monsieur?” he asked Jason
“I’ll take her, any way she comes” he said in his head but when he looked across at Florence she was smiling as if she knew what impure thoughts filled his head about a girl 12 years younger than him.
“I’ll have the same” he said ordering something he didn’t want, to cover his embarrassment over his impure thoughts about what he did want.
His thoughts extended to every aspect of her, and what she would look like as he peeled through the layers
He wanted her to tantalise all his senses, sight, sound, smell, touch and taste,
His sight had already been fed but he wanted more, her sound was sweet and her accent seductive, her smell was exotic and intoxicating, and touch had been restricted to a hand shake and taste was yet unfulfilled.
But all through the meal knowing looks were exchanged and every time their eyes met he felt like a schoolboy again, and still he was convinced she could read his mind.
They laughed and joked and pretty much ignored the rest of the table, but all too soon the evening was over and everyone went their own way and Jason was deflated as he got into his taxi until he reached his Hotel and standing outside his room was a smiling Florence.
“How did you kno…” he began but she silenced him with her mouth and once inside his room he watched as she undressed for him peeling off the layers of silk, satin and lace, he smelt her perfumed scented skin, he felt her electrifying touch on his skin and his fingertips on hers, and then he tasted her like the fine delicacy that she was and then he heard her sweet voice in glorious orgasm.
And all their appetites had been greedily satisfied and then the gluttons slept off their overindulgence until next morning when they breakfasted on each other.
Something more than another fabulous restaurant for another expensive meal or as they say another “dining experience” at someone else’s expense.
He pulled up outside the latest restaurant, this time The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, a place of great renown.
But he still had a feeling of dread, despite the great venue, wonderful cuisine and the great ambience it was just more boring business talk, more boring company, basically more people who like him didn’t really want to be there.
But after the pre-dinner drinks, quelle surprise, out of the blue and quite unexpected, une jeune fille, and how pretty she was, la belle fille Florence Lafarge, the niece of the financial director from the Paris office, with huge brown eyes and long dark hair.
“Quelle jolie fillee” Jason thought
“Do you mind if she joins us?” her father asked
As if they would mind, a bunch of boring business men having dinner or a bunch of boring business men and a beautiful young woman.
No contest as far as Jason was concerned because he was besotted by the beautiful creature.
When the waiter came, the American next to him ordered a steak, well done
“And for you monsieur?” he asked Jason
“I’ll take her, any way she comes” he said in his head but when he looked across at Florence she was smiling as if she knew what impure thoughts filled his head about a girl 12 years younger than him.
“I’ll have the same” he said ordering something he didn’t want, to cover his embarrassment over his impure thoughts about what he did want.
His thoughts extended to every aspect of her, and what she would look like as he peeled through the layers
He wanted her to tantalise all his senses, sight, sound, smell, touch and taste,
His sight had already been fed but he wanted more, her sound was sweet and her accent seductive, her smell was exotic and intoxicating, and touch had been restricted to a hand shake and taste was yet unfulfilled.
But all through the meal knowing looks were exchanged and every time their eyes met he felt like a schoolboy again, and still he was convinced she could read his mind.
They laughed and joked and pretty much ignored the rest of the table, but all too soon the evening was over and everyone went their own way and Jason was deflated as he got into his taxi until he reached his Hotel and standing outside his room was a smiling Florence.
“How did you kno…” he began but she silenced him with her mouth and once inside his room he watched as she undressed for him peeling off the layers of silk, satin and lace, he smelt her perfumed scented skin, he felt her electrifying touch on his skin and his fingertips on hers, and then he tasted her like the fine delicacy that she was and then he heard her sweet voice in glorious orgasm.
And all their appetites had been greedily satisfied and then the gluttons slept off their overindulgence until next morning when they breakfasted on each other.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (115) Warming Poppy
(Part 01)
Colin Weeks was a farmer up at Woodside Farm between Sharping St Mary and Purplemere although to all intents and purposes it was no longer a farm because Colin weeks kept horses.
After he and his sister inherited the farm from their father they rented out the majority of the surrounding land to neighbouring farms which gave them a reasonable income and allowed them to indulge their passion, which was horses.
It wasn’t a big yard but it was a busy one as his older sister Lucy operated a riding school from the farm.
Colin was 25 years old and his life revolved around the farm and he rarely ventured into the real world.
He had everything he needed at Woodside and what he didn’t have he could order on the internet, well almost.
He had three permanent staff plus a number of after schoolers who helped out with grooming and mucking out, but the hardest worker he had by far was Poppy Garvey who was also in possession of his heart.
However since the day they made love in his study he had hoped things would have progressed between them but instead he got the feeling she was pulling back so he had to try and make more of an impression on her and one day as a sharp wind blew across the yard he had an idea, so he went on the internet.
A week had passed since they made love when the postman delivered a parcel, it was after he had spent two long hours at his desk and he walked into the kitchen and saw the parcel on the kitchen table.
He knew exactly what it was but he opened it anyway and its contents were as expected.
So he looked out through the window and he could see Poppy walking across the yard so he opened the door and called out
“Hey Poppy”
She turned around and smiled
“Morning Colin” she called and carried on walking
“Come inside a minute, I’ve got something for you”
“Ok” she replied “just for a minute though”
After a few minutes she came into the kitchen and stood on the doormat.
“I haven’t seen you for a few days” he said
“I know it’s been really busy” Poppy said not meeting his gaze
“There’s something for you in the box” he said, pointing at the box in question, and then he put the kettle on
“For me?” she asked surprised
“Yes”
“What is it?” Poppy asked
“Well, just have a look and you’ll find out” he said
So she stooped down and untied her boots and then slipped them off before walking to the table.
She delved into the box with a puzzled expression and then a broad grin came over her face.
“Wow” she said excitedly holding up her thermals “that’s just what I need, it’s really cold out there”
“They’re not very sexy” Colin said
“Not like your big blue knickers anyway” he added and Poppy blushed
(Part 02)
“Wow” she said excitedly holding up her thermals “that’s just what I need, it’s really cold out there”
“They’re not very sexy” Colin said
“Not like your big blue knickers anyway” he added and Poppy blushed
“They’re perfect” she said offering the combinations up to herself.
“Thanks Colin, can I put them on now?” she asked with great excitement
“Of course you can hon” he said, “you know where to go, I’ll make a drink”
So she quickly shed her coat and rushed off clutching the long underwear to her chest like they were something precious.
Colin picked up her coat and hung it on the back of a chair and then made the drink.
He was sitting at the table drinking his when the kitchen door opened slightly and Poppy’s head appeared.
“Ok?” he queried
Poppy nodded, then the door opened fully and she stepped into the kitchen wearing the blue thermal combinations and began strutting around like she was on the catwalk.
He wasn’t expecting a floor show, he thought she would try them on and then put everything else on over the top but hey who was he to complain.
“Well I was wrong about them not being sexy,” Colin said and Poppy blushed again and giggled
“How do they feel?” he asked
“Fab” she replied “they’re all fleecy inside”
She was clearly very pleased with them and would have gone outside in them had he suggested it.
“Come and sit down,” Colin said as he stood up and offered his seat
“I’m too excited to sit down,” she said
“Calm down girl it’s only winter underwear” He said to himself but he thought her reaction to it was really sweet.
He put a hand on each shoulder and tried to steer her into his seat.
“Wow they are soft aren’t they?”
“They’re even softer inside” she said and then she pulled his hands off her shoulders and down to her breasts
“Softer than these”
Taking advantage of the situation was not his intention when he asked her to come in, it really was just to give her the thermal underwear, not even when she appeared in the kitchen in her thermals did he intend anything, he was trying to win her heart, not get inside her clothes, Colin hadn’t for a second, thought it was going to affect her that way.
It wasn’t as if he had just given her sexy lingerie, it was a union suit as the Americans call them, real passion killers.
But judging by the stiffness of her protruding nipples beneath his palms this indicated to him that she was clearly turned on and that in turn caused his own stiffness.
(Part 03)
It wasn’t as if he had just given her sexy lingerie, it was a union suit as the Americans call them, real passion killers.
But judging by the stiffness of her protruding nipples beneath his palms this indicated to him that she was clearly turned on and that in turn caused his own stiffness.
He should have stopped there but as he was turned on as well by then so he massaged her breasts though the fleecy fabric and she responded by turning to kiss him and rubbing her bum cheeks against the growing lump in his trousers.
He relinquished one plump breast briefly while his fingers sought out the zip but she stopped him.
At first he thought she had called a halt because he was taking it too far, but that was not the reason Poppy stopped him.
And it became obvious to him that Poppy had come to the boil very quickly rendering any protracted foreplay redundant as she bent herself over the kitchen table.
Colin briefly caressed her fleecy covered buttocks and open the trap door to gain access to her nonny, and he could see her lips were slightly parted so he probed her with his forefinger and found her to be lusciously lubricated, but he carried on regardless and made her wetter.
His cock slipped between her dewy lips and Poppy responded with a low animal grunt and then her hands gripped the edge of the table as she braced herself to receive the next length which was also greeted with a grunt and as the frequency of his strokes increased so did the tone of her articulations.
The table was rocking and coffee had begun slopping out of the mugs as the act became more energetic until at the point of ejaculation she let out a scream and collapsed panting on the table beside a puddle of coffee.
As he pulled out of her and tucked his old chap away he thought how sometimes things do not go to plan, thankfully there was no risk of anyone catching them at it, which was one of his great fears.
But in his defense when he bought Poppy the underwear it really was as an act of kindness and not with any expectation that he was going to nail her up the trap door over the kitchen table.
“I thought you were avoiding me” he said when she was fully dressed for the outdoors and carrying her second pair of combies in a carrier bag.
“I was, I am” she said and giggled
“But why?”
“Because you’re my boss” she said
“I want to be more” Colin said and then she gave him a very passionate kiss.
“I want to be sure, that you’re sure” she said “Before I ruin everything”
Poppy kissed him again and went back out to the yard.
Colin Weeks was a farmer up at Woodside Farm between Sharping St Mary and Purplemere although to all intents and purposes it was no longer a farm because Colin weeks kept horses.
After he and his sister inherited the farm from their father they rented out the majority of the surrounding land to neighbouring farms which gave them a reasonable income and allowed them to indulge their passion, which was horses.
It wasn’t a big yard but it was a busy one as his older sister Lucy operated a riding school from the farm.
Colin was 25 years old and his life revolved around the farm and he rarely ventured into the real world.
He had everything he needed at Woodside and what he didn’t have he could order on the internet, well almost.
He had three permanent staff plus a number of after schoolers who helped out with grooming and mucking out, but the hardest worker he had by far was Poppy Garvey who was also in possession of his heart.
However since the day they made love in his study he had hoped things would have progressed between them but instead he got the feeling she was pulling back so he had to try and make more of an impression on her and one day as a sharp wind blew across the yard he had an idea, so he went on the internet.
A week had passed since they made love when the postman delivered a parcel, it was after he had spent two long hours at his desk and he walked into the kitchen and saw the parcel on the kitchen table.
He knew exactly what it was but he opened it anyway and its contents were as expected.
So he looked out through the window and he could see Poppy walking across the yard so he opened the door and called out
“Hey Poppy”
She turned around and smiled
“Morning Colin” she called and carried on walking
“Come inside a minute, I’ve got something for you”
“Ok” she replied “just for a minute though”
After a few minutes she came into the kitchen and stood on the doormat.
“I haven’t seen you for a few days” he said
“I know it’s been really busy” Poppy said not meeting his gaze
“There’s something for you in the box” he said, pointing at the box in question, and then he put the kettle on
“For me?” she asked surprised
“Yes”
“What is it?” Poppy asked
“Well, just have a look and you’ll find out” he said
So she stooped down and untied her boots and then slipped them off before walking to the table.
She delved into the box with a puzzled expression and then a broad grin came over her face.
“Wow” she said excitedly holding up her thermals “that’s just what I need, it’s really cold out there”
“They’re not very sexy” Colin said
“Not like your big blue knickers anyway” he added and Poppy blushed
(Part 02)
“Wow” she said excitedly holding up her thermals “that’s just what I need, it’s really cold out there”
“They’re not very sexy” Colin said
“Not like your big blue knickers anyway” he added and Poppy blushed
“They’re perfect” she said offering the combinations up to herself.
“Thanks Colin, can I put them on now?” she asked with great excitement
“Of course you can hon” he said, “you know where to go, I’ll make a drink”
So she quickly shed her coat and rushed off clutching the long underwear to her chest like they were something precious.
Colin picked up her coat and hung it on the back of a chair and then made the drink.
He was sitting at the table drinking his when the kitchen door opened slightly and Poppy’s head appeared.
“Ok?” he queried
Poppy nodded, then the door opened fully and she stepped into the kitchen wearing the blue thermal combinations and began strutting around like she was on the catwalk.
He wasn’t expecting a floor show, he thought she would try them on and then put everything else on over the top but hey who was he to complain.
“Well I was wrong about them not being sexy,” Colin said and Poppy blushed again and giggled
“How do they feel?” he asked
“Fab” she replied “they’re all fleecy inside”
She was clearly very pleased with them and would have gone outside in them had he suggested it.
“Come and sit down,” Colin said as he stood up and offered his seat
“I’m too excited to sit down,” she said
“Calm down girl it’s only winter underwear” He said to himself but he thought her reaction to it was really sweet.
He put a hand on each shoulder and tried to steer her into his seat.
“Wow they are soft aren’t they?”
“They’re even softer inside” she said and then she pulled his hands off her shoulders and down to her breasts
“Softer than these”
Taking advantage of the situation was not his intention when he asked her to come in, it really was just to give her the thermal underwear, not even when she appeared in the kitchen in her thermals did he intend anything, he was trying to win her heart, not get inside her clothes, Colin hadn’t for a second, thought it was going to affect her that way.
It wasn’t as if he had just given her sexy lingerie, it was a union suit as the Americans call them, real passion killers.
But judging by the stiffness of her protruding nipples beneath his palms this indicated to him that she was clearly turned on and that in turn caused his own stiffness.
(Part 03)
It wasn’t as if he had just given her sexy lingerie, it was a union suit as the Americans call them, real passion killers.
But judging by the stiffness of her protruding nipples beneath his palms this indicated to him that she was clearly turned on and that in turn caused his own stiffness.
He should have stopped there but as he was turned on as well by then so he massaged her breasts though the fleecy fabric and she responded by turning to kiss him and rubbing her bum cheeks against the growing lump in his trousers.
He relinquished one plump breast briefly while his fingers sought out the zip but she stopped him.
At first he thought she had called a halt because he was taking it too far, but that was not the reason Poppy stopped him.
And it became obvious to him that Poppy had come to the boil very quickly rendering any protracted foreplay redundant as she bent herself over the kitchen table.
Colin briefly caressed her fleecy covered buttocks and open the trap door to gain access to her nonny, and he could see her lips were slightly parted so he probed her with his forefinger and found her to be lusciously lubricated, but he carried on regardless and made her wetter.
His cock slipped between her dewy lips and Poppy responded with a low animal grunt and then her hands gripped the edge of the table as she braced herself to receive the next length which was also greeted with a grunt and as the frequency of his strokes increased so did the tone of her articulations.
The table was rocking and coffee had begun slopping out of the mugs as the act became more energetic until at the point of ejaculation she let out a scream and collapsed panting on the table beside a puddle of coffee.
As he pulled out of her and tucked his old chap away he thought how sometimes things do not go to plan, thankfully there was no risk of anyone catching them at it, which was one of his great fears.
But in his defense when he bought Poppy the underwear it really was as an act of kindness and not with any expectation that he was going to nail her up the trap door over the kitchen table.
“I thought you were avoiding me” he said when she was fully dressed for the outdoors and carrying her second pair of combies in a carrier bag.
“I was, I am” she said and giggled
“But why?”
“Because you’re my boss” she said
“I want to be more” Colin said and then she gave him a very passionate kiss.
“I want to be sure, that you’re sure” she said “Before I ruin everything”
Poppy kissed him again and went back out to the yard.
Sunday 28 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (114) The Rewards of Office
(Part 01)
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
And he wasted no time in marking his territory, the particular apt saying “don’t shit on your own doorstep” was clearly lost on Gary because even on his first day he shagged the then head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
But despite Gary’s predilection for shagging anything with a pulse he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side and it was becoming a popular venue for functions.
His father was particularly pleased with him, there had been no reported scandals and he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel, The fact he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel was a bonus but he was uncomfortable about taking all the credit for that though as in truth it was as a result in no small measure to his decision to promote the former head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott to assistant manager.
Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person.
She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.
She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Gary had decided that because she had done such a wonderful job to such an extent that she was making him look good, so he decided she deserved a reward.
(Part 02)
Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a massive impact on Blaire Parrott, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy relationship that had developed between them after she had jumped him in an upstairs closet on his first day.
She had been promoted from head of housekeeping into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her alcoholic husband because she was living in the Gate Lodge.
In November Blaire had a week off to move the remainder of her possessions from her former marital home in the village to her new home at the Gate Lodge.
Her alcoholic, soon to be ex-husband Ken was still living there but had been arrested for being drunk and disorderly so she took her opportunity to strike while the iron was hot and remove every trace of herself from that unhappy place and then she was done with him.
While she was away Gary took the opportunity to reward her for her hard work.
And so when she returned he intercepted her before she had a chance to go in his office.
“Good morning Miss Parrott, how are you?” he asked pompously
“I’m very well Mr Playford” she replied in kind
“Did you have a good week off?” he said less formerly
“Brilliant” she respond and tried to go into the office
“No not in there, let’s go in here” he suggested
“I’m not going in the stationary cupboard with you just because you’re horny” she whispered in case she was overheard by the unusually large number of people milling around.
“I’m not suggesting we go in there for my personal gratification” he whispered back
“So this is business?” she asked
“Very much so” he replied
So reluctantly, and still harbouring suspicions, she opened the door and the room was in total darkness and she was even more suspicious.
“It’s dark” she said stating the obvious
“Then switch the light on” Gary said
“I don’t trust you” she said and reached her hand in and found the switch and when the lights came on her jaw dropped.
It was no longer a stationary cupboard it was an office, smaller than Gary’s but it was an office nonetheless.
“Welcome to the Assistant Managers Office” he said
“This is for me?” she asked in total disbelief
“Only until such time as I can find a better Assistant Manager” he replied and she punched his arm.
“Go in and make yourself at home” he said “I have a meeting in Abbottsford so I’ll see you later”
“Thank you” she said and touched his hand
(Part 03)
It was after nine when Gary’s car returned to the Hotel and Blaire got up from her desk, she liked the way that sounded and went out to intercept him.
“Ah Mr Playford, may I see you in my office?” she said
“Of course you may” he replied
“Is it entirely to your liking?” he asked
“Oh yes I love it” she replied as she closed the door which she discreetly locked.
“What can I do for you?” he asked
“I need your help”
“With what?”
“Christening my desk”
“Ah” he responded as he felt a slight trouser tickle.
Blaire turned and rearranged the contents of her desk to accommodate what she had in mind.
As Gary sat back and watched her, stretching and bending and the trouser tickle had progressed to a serious stirring.
As she dropped the last items into her top draw he stood up and as she bent down to place her telephone on the floor Gary walked up behind her and grabbed her arse with both hands.
Blaire straightened up immediately and said
“Oh no you don’t, not from behind, I want to see it coming this time”
“Whatever you say Miss Parrott” he said and unzipped her skirt before turning her around to face him.
She smiled her luscious smile as he unbuttoned her silk blouse and cast it aside and then she kissed him, after which he sank to his knees and dragged her skirt down over her curvy hips.
“Let the Christening begin Mr Playford” Blaire said as she stepped out of her skirt and he slid his hands up her shapely stocking clad legs.
Gary speculated that the underwear she was now wearing, a figure hugging silk teddy, was not the same as she was wearing that morning when he showed her the office.
Blaire was standing with her ample buttocks resting on the end of the desk with her hands resting on the polished wood as his hands passed her stocking tops and as his fingers caressed the hollow of her inner thigh and began to un-pop the crotch of her Teddy, her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
He pulled the front of her Teddy aside to expose her neat ginger pussy and as he knelt before her he leant forward and kissed her hairy lips and she murmured in approval then he parted her lips with his tongue and tasted her umami tang.
Gary stood up in front of her where she was still sitting on the edge of the desk, and he quickly pulled the Teddy off over her head and just as swiftly she un-trousered his full arousal and gripping it firmly she plugged him into her creamy heat.
As he achieved full penetration she wrapped her skinny legs around him and hooked her ankles behind his arse and simultaneously her arms locked around his neck as he christened the desk hard.
Blaire was no stranger to his particular managerial technique and she was moaning delightfully as she received him and when she released her grip from around his neck and lay back on the desk the tone of her moaning became wonderfully dirty.
Until finally she threw her head back and arched her back displaying her ribs as she reached the glorious end.
“Was that what you had in mind?” he asked as he stood panting above her but Blaire didn’t answer but the smile on her face spoke a thousand words.
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
And he wasted no time in marking his territory, the particular apt saying “don’t shit on your own doorstep” was clearly lost on Gary because even on his first day he shagged the then head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
But despite Gary’s predilection for shagging anything with a pulse he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side and it was becoming a popular venue for functions.
His father was particularly pleased with him, there had been no reported scandals and he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel, The fact he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel was a bonus but he was uncomfortable about taking all the credit for that though as in truth it was as a result in no small measure to his decision to promote the former head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott to assistant manager.
Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person.
She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.
She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Gary had decided that because she had done such a wonderful job to such an extent that she was making him look good, so he decided she deserved a reward.
(Part 02)
Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a massive impact on Blaire Parrott, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy relationship that had developed between them after she had jumped him in an upstairs closet on his first day.
She had been promoted from head of housekeeping into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her alcoholic husband because she was living in the Gate Lodge.
In November Blaire had a week off to move the remainder of her possessions from her former marital home in the village to her new home at the Gate Lodge.
Her alcoholic, soon to be ex-husband Ken was still living there but had been arrested for being drunk and disorderly so she took her opportunity to strike while the iron was hot and remove every trace of herself from that unhappy place and then she was done with him.
While she was away Gary took the opportunity to reward her for her hard work.
And so when she returned he intercepted her before she had a chance to go in his office.
“Good morning Miss Parrott, how are you?” he asked pompously
“I’m very well Mr Playford” she replied in kind
“Did you have a good week off?” he said less formerly
“Brilliant” she respond and tried to go into the office
“No not in there, let’s go in here” he suggested
“I’m not going in the stationary cupboard with you just because you’re horny” she whispered in case she was overheard by the unusually large number of people milling around.
“I’m not suggesting we go in there for my personal gratification” he whispered back
“So this is business?” she asked
“Very much so” he replied
So reluctantly, and still harbouring suspicions, she opened the door and the room was in total darkness and she was even more suspicious.
“It’s dark” she said stating the obvious
“Then switch the light on” Gary said
“I don’t trust you” she said and reached her hand in and found the switch and when the lights came on her jaw dropped.
It was no longer a stationary cupboard it was an office, smaller than Gary’s but it was an office nonetheless.
“Welcome to the Assistant Managers Office” he said
“This is for me?” she asked in total disbelief
“Only until such time as I can find a better Assistant Manager” he replied and she punched his arm.
“Go in and make yourself at home” he said “I have a meeting in Abbottsford so I’ll see you later”
“Thank you” she said and touched his hand
(Part 03)
It was after nine when Gary’s car returned to the Hotel and Blaire got up from her desk, she liked the way that sounded and went out to intercept him.
“Ah Mr Playford, may I see you in my office?” she said
“Of course you may” he replied
“Is it entirely to your liking?” he asked
“Oh yes I love it” she replied as she closed the door which she discreetly locked.
“What can I do for you?” he asked
“I need your help”
“With what?”
“Christening my desk”
“Ah” he responded as he felt a slight trouser tickle.
Blaire turned and rearranged the contents of her desk to accommodate what she had in mind.
As Gary sat back and watched her, stretching and bending and the trouser tickle had progressed to a serious stirring.
As she dropped the last items into her top draw he stood up and as she bent down to place her telephone on the floor Gary walked up behind her and grabbed her arse with both hands.
Blaire straightened up immediately and said
“Oh no you don’t, not from behind, I want to see it coming this time”
“Whatever you say Miss Parrott” he said and unzipped her skirt before turning her around to face him.
She smiled her luscious smile as he unbuttoned her silk blouse and cast it aside and then she kissed him, after which he sank to his knees and dragged her skirt down over her curvy hips.
“Let the Christening begin Mr Playford” Blaire said as she stepped out of her skirt and he slid his hands up her shapely stocking clad legs.
Gary speculated that the underwear she was now wearing, a figure hugging silk teddy, was not the same as she was wearing that morning when he showed her the office.
Blaire was standing with her ample buttocks resting on the end of the desk with her hands resting on the polished wood as his hands passed her stocking tops and as his fingers caressed the hollow of her inner thigh and began to un-pop the crotch of her Teddy, her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
He pulled the front of her Teddy aside to expose her neat ginger pussy and as he knelt before her he leant forward and kissed her hairy lips and she murmured in approval then he parted her lips with his tongue and tasted her umami tang.
Gary stood up in front of her where she was still sitting on the edge of the desk, and he quickly pulled the Teddy off over her head and just as swiftly she un-trousered his full arousal and gripping it firmly she plugged him into her creamy heat.
As he achieved full penetration she wrapped her skinny legs around him and hooked her ankles behind his arse and simultaneously her arms locked around his neck as he christened the desk hard.
Blaire was no stranger to his particular managerial technique and she was moaning delightfully as she received him and when she released her grip from around his neck and lay back on the desk the tone of her moaning became wonderfully dirty.
Until finally she threw her head back and arched her back displaying her ribs as she reached the glorious end.
“Was that what you had in mind?” he asked as he stood panting above her but Blaire didn’t answer but the smile on her face spoke a thousand words.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (113) Playtime With Amy
(Part 01)
Amy Coates went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.
She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.
Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.
He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.
But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.
She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.
After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.
But once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster.
She wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.
And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.
But they didn’t get together every week so she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did.
(Part 02)
When he went next door to Amy’s house he noticed her dad’s car wasn’t on the drive.
So he knocked on the door but there was no reply, so he knocked again and was just about to give up and go home when the door opened, though only a crack, and Amy peered around the door at him.
“Hi babe, I was beginning to think you weren’t in” he said
“Hello Mr Sheridan” she said in a lispy Violet Elizabeth voice “Mummy and Daddy aren’t here”
“Oh” he said and then it dawned on him that little Amy wanted to role-play “perhaps I should come in and wait”
“Yeth” she lisped and opened the door.
As he closed the door she stood in the hall with her red hair tied in pigtails and wearing her old school uniform.
“Do you like my uniform?” she asked as she stood pigeon toed in her stocking feet with her hands behind her back.
“Yes you look very pretty” he answered as he took his coat off.
“Would you like to see my toys?” Amy asked
“Yes please” he replied, “I think I’d like that”
“Come on then” she said and darted upstairs.
As he followed the giggling schoolgirl up the stairs it occurred to him that he’d never seen her bedroom.
He reached the top stair just in time to see Amy skip across the landing and into her room and he quickly followed her, which was decorated pretty much exclusively in girlie pink.
Amy was kneeling on the bed bouncing up and down excitedly and as she bounced so did her unfettered breasts.
“Would you like to see my cuddlies?” she asked
“I can already see them,” he thought to himself
“Yes I would” he replied and Amy turned around and crawled along the bed towards the great pile of soft toys displayed across her pillows affording him a great view of her navy blue knicker covered arse.
“This one’s called Bunny, this one’s called Henry” she said “and this one’s called Charlie”
“Oh I like Charlie’s” he said as he reached around her and fondled her breasts through her blouse
“Oh Mr Sheridan, I don’t think mummy and daddy would like you playing with my cuddlies like that” she said
“Well show me more cuddlies then” Mark said, “what’s that one called right at the other end?”
He reluctantly let go of her tits as she reached over to pick up a threadbare Tiger.
As she did so he reached under her little plaid skirt and rolled her navy blue knickers off her buttocks.
“Oh Mr Sheridan” she said a second before his fingers slipped into her creamy gash.
Amy with her face now buried in the mound of cuddlies moaned loudly as he buried his fingers into her wetness.
He was perfectly positioned behind her, where he could comfortably fiddle with her fanny with his right hand and extricate his cock from his trousers with the left.
It wasn’t long before he brought the naughty little schoolgirl to climax.
“Oh Mr Sheridan” she gasped minus the lisp.
He removed his fingers from her pink moist pussy and going up the leg of her navy blue knickers he replaced them with his cock.
“Ohhh Mr Sheridan” Amy said as he penetrated her. “That’s so naughty”
Her moans were stifled amongst the Teddy’s as he skewered her syrupy quim.
As he shortened his stroke the bed started to squeak and the headboard began to hit the wall before Amy screamed a loud muffled scream into her pile of cuddly toys and a second later he erupted inside her and he thought to himself that having Amy in her bed amidst all the soft toys of her childhood was like taking her innocence all over again.
Amy Coates went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.
She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.
Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.
He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.
But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.
She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.
After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.
But once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster.
She wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.
And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.
But they didn’t get together every week so she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did.
(Part 02)
When he went next door to Amy’s house he noticed her dad’s car wasn’t on the drive.
So he knocked on the door but there was no reply, so he knocked again and was just about to give up and go home when the door opened, though only a crack, and Amy peered around the door at him.
“Hi babe, I was beginning to think you weren’t in” he said
“Hello Mr Sheridan” she said in a lispy Violet Elizabeth voice “Mummy and Daddy aren’t here”
“Oh” he said and then it dawned on him that little Amy wanted to role-play “perhaps I should come in and wait”
“Yeth” she lisped and opened the door.
As he closed the door she stood in the hall with her red hair tied in pigtails and wearing her old school uniform.
“Do you like my uniform?” she asked as she stood pigeon toed in her stocking feet with her hands behind her back.
“Yes you look very pretty” he answered as he took his coat off.
“Would you like to see my toys?” Amy asked
“Yes please” he replied, “I think I’d like that”
“Come on then” she said and darted upstairs.
As he followed the giggling schoolgirl up the stairs it occurred to him that he’d never seen her bedroom.
He reached the top stair just in time to see Amy skip across the landing and into her room and he quickly followed her, which was decorated pretty much exclusively in girlie pink.
Amy was kneeling on the bed bouncing up and down excitedly and as she bounced so did her unfettered breasts.
“Would you like to see my cuddlies?” she asked
“I can already see them,” he thought to himself
“Yes I would” he replied and Amy turned around and crawled along the bed towards the great pile of soft toys displayed across her pillows affording him a great view of her navy blue knicker covered arse.
“This one’s called Bunny, this one’s called Henry” she said “and this one’s called Charlie”
“Oh I like Charlie’s” he said as he reached around her and fondled her breasts through her blouse
“Oh Mr Sheridan, I don’t think mummy and daddy would like you playing with my cuddlies like that” she said
“Well show me more cuddlies then” Mark said, “what’s that one called right at the other end?”
He reluctantly let go of her tits as she reached over to pick up a threadbare Tiger.
As she did so he reached under her little plaid skirt and rolled her navy blue knickers off her buttocks.
“Oh Mr Sheridan” she said a second before his fingers slipped into her creamy gash.
Amy with her face now buried in the mound of cuddlies moaned loudly as he buried his fingers into her wetness.
He was perfectly positioned behind her, where he could comfortably fiddle with her fanny with his right hand and extricate his cock from his trousers with the left.
It wasn’t long before he brought the naughty little schoolgirl to climax.
“Oh Mr Sheridan” she gasped minus the lisp.
He removed his fingers from her pink moist pussy and going up the leg of her navy blue knickers he replaced them with his cock.
“Ohhh Mr Sheridan” Amy said as he penetrated her. “That’s so naughty”
Her moans were stifled amongst the Teddy’s as he skewered her syrupy quim.
As he shortened his stroke the bed started to squeak and the headboard began to hit the wall before Amy screamed a loud muffled scream into her pile of cuddly toys and a second later he erupted inside her and he thought to himself that having Amy in her bed amidst all the soft toys of her childhood was like taking her innocence all over again.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (112) The Seaside Adventure
(Part 01)
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
It was a frustrating day, rain and thunder took the woods out of play, a group of 50 scouts were monopolizing the assault course, and there was a guard by the disabled toilet, so they were facing a bunk up in a bunk bed, not particularly adventurous.
But Gary had an idea, as he often did, and Sara knew he did because he was wearing his dirty old man leer so she knew she was in for something even if she didn’t know where.
“Let’s go to Sharpington” he suggested “if the weather clears we can do it in the dunes”
“Ok” she agreed not entirely convinced
(Part 02)
The rain hammered down all the way to the coast and Sara thought he was being extremely optimistic about the weather clearing.
They parked on the sea front facing the sea and sat in the car waiting for a glimmer of hope and Sara sighed.
“Don’t worry” he said “Something will turn up”
But Sara was still unconvinced and sighed again so he gave her a hug and five minutes later he had her sitting in the passenger seat, her t-shirt and bra sitting crumpled above her breasts as they kissed and her knickers were hanging from the indicator stalk as his fingers were working at her wet pussy.
They were fast nearing the point when the seaside foreplay would be over and Sara stopped kissing him and smiled a lusty grin when she opened his fly and went down on him.
But five minutes later he lifted her head from his lap
“Come on then Sara if you want more adventure” he said clambering into the back of the car and sat in the middle of the back seat trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva as she opened the door and climbed in.
Sara was not a big girl nor was she a tall girl but she had to stoop as she sidled between him and the front seats like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat.
For some reason she wanted to be on the other side of him before they continued, Gary didn’t know nor understood her rationale and to be honest he didn’t really care.
But when she was at the zenith above his lap he lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and gripping her hips he pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she was squatting on his shaft.
“God Gary I wasn’t expecting that” Sara said and gripped the headrests as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every millimeter of his shaft on the down and Sara’s wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the interior of the car.
But despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode him right up to the point that his aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her hips tightly until she milked him dry.
She finally relaxed breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.
“That was better than the dunes” she said “What do you think?”
“Oh yes” he agreed
“So what should we do now” she said wiggling her arse on his lap with him still inside her
“I think we should have some lunch and then see if one of those beach huts are empty” he said and she giggled
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
It was a frustrating day, rain and thunder took the woods out of play, a group of 50 scouts were monopolizing the assault course, and there was a guard by the disabled toilet, so they were facing a bunk up in a bunk bed, not particularly adventurous.
But Gary had an idea, as he often did, and Sara knew he did because he was wearing his dirty old man leer so she knew she was in for something even if she didn’t know where.
“Let’s go to Sharpington” he suggested “if the weather clears we can do it in the dunes”
“Ok” she agreed not entirely convinced
(Part 02)
The rain hammered down all the way to the coast and Sara thought he was being extremely optimistic about the weather clearing.
They parked on the sea front facing the sea and sat in the car waiting for a glimmer of hope and Sara sighed.
“Don’t worry” he said “Something will turn up”
But Sara was still unconvinced and sighed again so he gave her a hug and five minutes later he had her sitting in the passenger seat, her t-shirt and bra sitting crumpled above her breasts as they kissed and her knickers were hanging from the indicator stalk as his fingers were working at her wet pussy.
They were fast nearing the point when the seaside foreplay would be over and Sara stopped kissing him and smiled a lusty grin when she opened his fly and went down on him.
But five minutes later he lifted her head from his lap
“Come on then Sara if you want more adventure” he said clambering into the back of the car and sat in the middle of the back seat trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva as she opened the door and climbed in.
Sara was not a big girl nor was she a tall girl but she had to stoop as she sidled between him and the front seats like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat.
For some reason she wanted to be on the other side of him before they continued, Gary didn’t know nor understood her rationale and to be honest he didn’t really care.
But when she was at the zenith above his lap he lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and gripping her hips he pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she was squatting on his shaft.
“God Gary I wasn’t expecting that” Sara said and gripped the headrests as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every millimeter of his shaft on the down and Sara’s wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the interior of the car.
But despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode him right up to the point that his aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her hips tightly until she milked him dry.
She finally relaxed breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.
“That was better than the dunes” she said “What do you think?”
“Oh yes” he agreed
“So what should we do now” she said wiggling her arse on his lap with him still inside her
“I think we should have some lunch and then see if one of those beach huts are empty” he said and she giggled
Saturday 27 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (111) Lovely Lady Eleanor
The lovely lady Eleanor is a pretty young woman, a sweet dusky maiden with luscious skin the shade of molten chocolate with an exotic scent that makes your head spin and your pulse race, leaving you dizzy with delight.
Her sweet Angelic face, is heavenly framed with rich soft curls,
as black as jet and shiny like a raven’s wing.
She looks at you with soulful eyes, warm and inviting which are brown like burnt sugar and possess a hypnotic quality
Her exquisite nose is small and button like and is the perfect punctuation for her demerara lips, which are softly moist and wear a constant smile playing around them until she unleashes a full-bodied beam and her whole face lights up, bright enough to dazzle a star and making her dark eyes seductively beguiling.
Unintentionally coy and unambiguously sweet elegant lady Eleanor moves gracefully like a cat, while remaining playful as a kitten.
She is delicately limbed and is lithe and lissom with dainty hands and feet, small like those of a child.
She holds her head high with assurance and confidence on her swan like neck which sits symmetrically on sculptured shoulders atop a sleek slender frame, with a tiny waist and narrow hips.
Her small round buttocks, almost like a boys, and her braless breasts sit in perfect parity, small and pert, with nipples sensually erect.
Unimaginably she seems completely unaware of her allure and oblivious to her beauty and the effect she has on men and women alike.
Sceptical of any appeal, incredibly it seems she doesn’t see the woman she has become or the woman she has been for many months.
She has come of age and is to all intents and purposes at ease with herself and she is in no hurry to squander her innocence and her virginity will not be lost casually to someone undeserving.
But perhaps the most wondrous thing about the lovely lady Eleanor is that she will not recognise herself from this description of her and she will think it refers to a stranger, which all adds to the wonderful whole that she is and making her all the more desirable.
Her sweet Angelic face, is heavenly framed with rich soft curls,
as black as jet and shiny like a raven’s wing.
She looks at you with soulful eyes, warm and inviting which are brown like burnt sugar and possess a hypnotic quality
Her exquisite nose is small and button like and is the perfect punctuation for her demerara lips, which are softly moist and wear a constant smile playing around them until she unleashes a full-bodied beam and her whole face lights up, bright enough to dazzle a star and making her dark eyes seductively beguiling.
Unintentionally coy and unambiguously sweet elegant lady Eleanor moves gracefully like a cat, while remaining playful as a kitten.
She is delicately limbed and is lithe and lissom with dainty hands and feet, small like those of a child.
She holds her head high with assurance and confidence on her swan like neck which sits symmetrically on sculptured shoulders atop a sleek slender frame, with a tiny waist and narrow hips.
Her small round buttocks, almost like a boys, and her braless breasts sit in perfect parity, small and pert, with nipples sensually erect.
Unimaginably she seems completely unaware of her allure and oblivious to her beauty and the effect she has on men and women alike.
Sceptical of any appeal, incredibly it seems she doesn’t see the woman she has become or the woman she has been for many months.
She has come of age and is to all intents and purposes at ease with herself and she is in no hurry to squander her innocence and her virginity will not be lost casually to someone undeserving.
But perhaps the most wondrous thing about the lovely lady Eleanor is that she will not recognise herself from this description of her and she will think it refers to a stranger, which all adds to the wonderful whole that she is and making her all the more desirable.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (110) Party Girls
Dan Stone hated office parties, but at Finchbottom Finance it was an annual ritual that apparently had to be endured.
The reason he didn’t like them was that all the really nice girls turned out to have no taste in men whatsoever, the plain homely looking ones turned out to be total sluts and the dead certs apparently had steel drawers.
And it was worse that year because there was one girl that he particularly fancied, Cat Shepherd and he really didn’t want to see what became of her after a few drinks so he went across the street to a bar for a couple of hours and when he returned the party was over.
There were one or two revellers remaining, a middle-aged man called David was unconscious at his desk a girl called Ellie from accounts was throwing up in her waste bin and a plain looking woman from legal called Dorcas was spread-eagled across his bosses’ desk oozing onto the blotter.
And the only thing about the scene that surprised him was that she was clean shaven.
“Same old, same old” he said as he returned to his office from the bar and found Cat Shepherd completely naked and sitting in his leather chair.
“I think you are a bit over dressed,” she said
He nodded agreement and promptly undressed after locking the door, before walking towards her where he sat on the edge of his desk in front of her and then Cat looked at him with a leer before leaning forward and taking his cock in her mouth.
The reason he didn’t like them was that all the really nice girls turned out to have no taste in men whatsoever, the plain homely looking ones turned out to be total sluts and the dead certs apparently had steel drawers.
And it was worse that year because there was one girl that he particularly fancied, Cat Shepherd and he really didn’t want to see what became of her after a few drinks so he went across the street to a bar for a couple of hours and when he returned the party was over.
There were one or two revellers remaining, a middle-aged man called David was unconscious at his desk a girl called Ellie from accounts was throwing up in her waste bin and a plain looking woman from legal called Dorcas was spread-eagled across his bosses’ desk oozing onto the blotter.
And the only thing about the scene that surprised him was that she was clean shaven.
“Same old, same old” he said as he returned to his office from the bar and found Cat Shepherd completely naked and sitting in his leather chair.
“I think you are a bit over dressed,” she said
He nodded agreement and promptly undressed after locking the door, before walking towards her where he sat on the edge of his desk in front of her and then Cat looked at him with a leer before leaning forward and taking his cock in her mouth.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (109) The Magnificent Girl in the Army Greens
(Part 01)
In the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, Martyn Wingrove left the pub for the short walk to his house.
He walked along the quiet path that wound its way through the small wood and was rather enjoying the peace and solitude, when he was suddenly felled and left lying prostrate on the ground and then he felt a great weight on his chest
“Oh God” he thought, “I’m having a heart attack”
So he closed his eyes and dark thoughts filled his mind.
“Martyn Wingrove” a quiet voice spoke to him and he thought God was calling to him, and his time was over.
But his overwhelming feeling was one of disappointment, he was expecting a great booming voice, a more commanding voice, not a soft female voice with a cultured accent.
“Come on you wuss” the voice said, not very Godly and the weight lifted from his chest and he began to rise.
“Are you ok?” the voice asked, “Did I hurt you?”
He opened his eyes expecting to be at the gates of heaven but he was on the same path where he fell being addressed by a soldier.
“Are you ok?” the soldier asked
“Yes” he said a little puzzled
Then the soldier removed her hat
“Sharon?” he said with surprise
“Yep” she replied
Sharon Todd was his girlfriend and the last time he’d seen her she was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry after a military funeral in the village three weeks earlier and he hadn’t seen her since as she had been at the Downshire Light Infantry barracks in Nettlefield.
“What are you doing here?” he said “You didn’t say you were coming home”
“You didn’t ask” she replied
“No I didn’t,” he acknowledged “but that’s because you said you weren’t coming back for another month”
“I got a four day leave” She explained “before we go on an exercise”
“Where to?” he asked
“I can’t say” Sharon Replied. “Anyway, are you ok?”
“Yes” he said dusting himself down and then she kissed him
“You went down like a girl,” she said laughing hysterically
“In a quiet Downshire village I don’t expect to be attacked in the woods by a ninja” he said defensively
She was still laughing when she said
“Are we going back to yours then?”
“Yes but only because I like a bird in uniform” he said and held her hand as they walked back to the house and all the while Sharon was still ribbing him about how easy he went to ground.
Sharon Todd’s uniform was as uniforms go not the sexiest, it wasn’t the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap, seamed stockings and khaki knickers kind of uniform.
It was yomping boots, combat trousers and battle dress jacket, and he hoped khaki knickers.
But a uniform is a uniform and at the end of the day it was its contents that he was in love with.
He opened the door and let Sharon inside and she immediately bent down and began unlacing her boots.
And while she was doing that he went in the hall to hang up his coat and slip his shoes off.
But when he went back in the kitchen Sharon was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and her dog tags.
“That will do for me,” he thought, as he looked her over
(Part 02)
He opened the door and let Sharon inside and she immediately bent down and began unlacing her boots.
And while she was doing that he went in the hall to hang up his coat and slip his shoes off.
But when he went back in the kitchen Sharon was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and her dog tags.
“That will do for me,” he thought, as he looked her over
“I don’t have long” she said “I have to report back to barracks on Tuesday” and she walked towards him and they kissed.
“We’d better not waste any more time then” he suggested and they kissed some more as he held her firm muscular body in his arms.
“Where do want me sir?” she asked and threw him a salute
“I think I want you upstairs soldier” he replied “So get up there on the double”
“Yes sir, right away sir”” Sharon said standing to attention and throwing an exaggerated salute and she turned on her heels and ran upstairs and he ran after her discarding clothes as he went.
When he entered the bedroom he was wearing one sock and his pants.
Sharon was stood facing him and pulled the vest off over her head and smiled as her breasts rearranged themselves before his eyes.
“This is the kind of exercise I prefer” she said as he removed his errant sock “I’m particularly looking forward to the manoeuvres”
“Me too” he said as he dropped his pants
“Come on then soldier” she responded looking at his erection.
His pants were around his ankles so he lifted one foot out of the leg and kicked them at her face and she threw out a hand to catch them and in that split second of distraction he crossed the room and manhandled her onto the bed.
“That’s dirty fighting” she yelped as he got her on her back and pinned her there.
“Well GI Jane what are you going to do now?” he asked holding her immobilized on the bed
“I’m going to let you shag me,” she said and he kissed her and Sharon’s tongue was in his mouth in an instant darting in and out as his hand released its grip on her wrist and instead grasped one of her firm breasts.
Sharon’s arms were around him, her hands caressing his torso as he played with her nipple.
Martyn stopped kissing her and she licked her lips and he began kissing his way down her skin from her neck to her pink proud nipple where he licked her areola before taking the teat between his lips and sucking on it noisily and Sharon wriggled beneath him and murmured contentedly as he suckled and her chest was rising and falling as her heart pounded in his ear.
With a slurp he released her swollen misshapen nipple and his lips began their journey south, kissing along the rim of her rib cage and down across her belly, and a flick of his tongue in her belly button and she squirmed.
(Part 03)
He climbed off the bed and was knelt on the floor between her legs looking up at her, head turned to one side, mouth open, eyes closed, and her tongue constantly licking her lips in anticipation.
he reached up his hands to her belly and slipping his fingers between the waistband of her shorts and her quivering flesh he tugged them gently over her hips and off her firm round buttocks and then slowly and tantalisingly down her thighs towards her knees and from there they slipped easily passed her ankles.
And there she was completely naked before him but for her dog tags, if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it, she just squirmed a little and continued licking her lips as he was about to do the same.
he pushed her knees slightly apart and leant forward and starting where he had left off he kissed his way down from her navel to her hairy mound and she spread her thigh invitingly and he opened her with his tongue and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound repeated often as he explored each petal of her savoury flower with his tongue until her back arched, her fanny farted and the velvet purr became a gravelly growl.
Sharon sat up and lifting his head from her juicy lips she kissed him and her spare hand began tugging on his cock.
As she kissed him he pushed her thighs wide open and let her guide his purple headed shaft between her moist lips.
And as soon as he could feel her syrupy liquor around his member she stopped kissing him and let out the dirtiest whorish moan he’d ever heard, which he hoped wouldn’t be the last.
Sharon wrapped her arms around his neck, her face pressed against his and he could feel every moan that came from her as well as hearing it, and it was incredibly sensual, dirty and pure at the same moment.
Her thighs squeezed his hips in response to every thrust but the sexy soldier was tiring and she released her grip around his neck and fell backward onto the bed, her thighs still gripped on to him however and her legs were wrapped around his arse.
Sharon’s head was rolling back and forth and she was moaning almost continually, her hands grasping handfuls of duvet as she writhed and wriggled.
He slid his hands along her soft skin and cupped her full round breasts as he rushed headlong to the point of ecstasy, and then with one final nerve tingling thrust, Sharon roared as he jerked inside her
“Wow” he said to the panting creature beneath him and Sharon giggled between the panting and her pussy jiggled his cock, which made him laugh.
“God I love you soldier” he said
“I love you too, you wuss” she responded and laughed again
And in the afterglow on that afternoon they cuddled under the duvet very snug and smug.
“Can I stay tonight?” She asked
“Of course hon” he replied and kissed her
“Good” she said and they fell asleep, but awoke two hours later refreshed and horny.
In the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, Martyn Wingrove left the pub for the short walk to his house.
He walked along the quiet path that wound its way through the small wood and was rather enjoying the peace and solitude, when he was suddenly felled and left lying prostrate on the ground and then he felt a great weight on his chest
“Oh God” he thought, “I’m having a heart attack”
So he closed his eyes and dark thoughts filled his mind.
“Martyn Wingrove” a quiet voice spoke to him and he thought God was calling to him, and his time was over.
But his overwhelming feeling was one of disappointment, he was expecting a great booming voice, a more commanding voice, not a soft female voice with a cultured accent.
“Come on you wuss” the voice said, not very Godly and the weight lifted from his chest and he began to rise.
“Are you ok?” the voice asked, “Did I hurt you?”
He opened his eyes expecting to be at the gates of heaven but he was on the same path where he fell being addressed by a soldier.
“Are you ok?” the soldier asked
“Yes” he said a little puzzled
Then the soldier removed her hat
“Sharon?” he said with surprise
“Yep” she replied
Sharon Todd was his girlfriend and the last time he’d seen her she was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry after a military funeral in the village three weeks earlier and he hadn’t seen her since as she had been at the Downshire Light Infantry barracks in Nettlefield.
“What are you doing here?” he said “You didn’t say you were coming home”
“You didn’t ask” she replied
“No I didn’t,” he acknowledged “but that’s because you said you weren’t coming back for another month”
“I got a four day leave” She explained “before we go on an exercise”
“Where to?” he asked
“I can’t say” Sharon Replied. “Anyway, are you ok?”
“Yes” he said dusting himself down and then she kissed him
“You went down like a girl,” she said laughing hysterically
“In a quiet Downshire village I don’t expect to be attacked in the woods by a ninja” he said defensively
She was still laughing when she said
“Are we going back to yours then?”
“Yes but only because I like a bird in uniform” he said and held her hand as they walked back to the house and all the while Sharon was still ribbing him about how easy he went to ground.
Sharon Todd’s uniform was as uniforms go not the sexiest, it wasn’t the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap, seamed stockings and khaki knickers kind of uniform.
It was yomping boots, combat trousers and battle dress jacket, and he hoped khaki knickers.
But a uniform is a uniform and at the end of the day it was its contents that he was in love with.
He opened the door and let Sharon inside and she immediately bent down and began unlacing her boots.
And while she was doing that he went in the hall to hang up his coat and slip his shoes off.
But when he went back in the kitchen Sharon was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and her dog tags.
“That will do for me,” he thought, as he looked her over
(Part 02)
He opened the door and let Sharon inside and she immediately bent down and began unlacing her boots.
And while she was doing that he went in the hall to hang up his coat and slip his shoes off.
But when he went back in the kitchen Sharon was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and her dog tags.
“That will do for me,” he thought, as he looked her over
“I don’t have long” she said “I have to report back to barracks on Tuesday” and she walked towards him and they kissed.
“We’d better not waste any more time then” he suggested and they kissed some more as he held her firm muscular body in his arms.
“Where do want me sir?” she asked and threw him a salute
“I think I want you upstairs soldier” he replied “So get up there on the double”
“Yes sir, right away sir”” Sharon said standing to attention and throwing an exaggerated salute and she turned on her heels and ran upstairs and he ran after her discarding clothes as he went.
When he entered the bedroom he was wearing one sock and his pants.
Sharon was stood facing him and pulled the vest off over her head and smiled as her breasts rearranged themselves before his eyes.
“This is the kind of exercise I prefer” she said as he removed his errant sock “I’m particularly looking forward to the manoeuvres”
“Me too” he said as he dropped his pants
“Come on then soldier” she responded looking at his erection.
His pants were around his ankles so he lifted one foot out of the leg and kicked them at her face and she threw out a hand to catch them and in that split second of distraction he crossed the room and manhandled her onto the bed.
“That’s dirty fighting” she yelped as he got her on her back and pinned her there.
“Well GI Jane what are you going to do now?” he asked holding her immobilized on the bed
“I’m going to let you shag me,” she said and he kissed her and Sharon’s tongue was in his mouth in an instant darting in and out as his hand released its grip on her wrist and instead grasped one of her firm breasts.
Sharon’s arms were around him, her hands caressing his torso as he played with her nipple.
Martyn stopped kissing her and she licked her lips and he began kissing his way down her skin from her neck to her pink proud nipple where he licked her areola before taking the teat between his lips and sucking on it noisily and Sharon wriggled beneath him and murmured contentedly as he suckled and her chest was rising and falling as her heart pounded in his ear.
With a slurp he released her swollen misshapen nipple and his lips began their journey south, kissing along the rim of her rib cage and down across her belly, and a flick of his tongue in her belly button and she squirmed.
(Part 03)
He climbed off the bed and was knelt on the floor between her legs looking up at her, head turned to one side, mouth open, eyes closed, and her tongue constantly licking her lips in anticipation.
he reached up his hands to her belly and slipping his fingers between the waistband of her shorts and her quivering flesh he tugged them gently over her hips and off her firm round buttocks and then slowly and tantalisingly down her thighs towards her knees and from there they slipped easily passed her ankles.
And there she was completely naked before him but for her dog tags, if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it, she just squirmed a little and continued licking her lips as he was about to do the same.
he pushed her knees slightly apart and leant forward and starting where he had left off he kissed his way down from her navel to her hairy mound and she spread her thigh invitingly and he opened her with his tongue and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound repeated often as he explored each petal of her savoury flower with his tongue until her back arched, her fanny farted and the velvet purr became a gravelly growl.
Sharon sat up and lifting his head from her juicy lips she kissed him and her spare hand began tugging on his cock.
As she kissed him he pushed her thighs wide open and let her guide his purple headed shaft between her moist lips.
And as soon as he could feel her syrupy liquor around his member she stopped kissing him and let out the dirtiest whorish moan he’d ever heard, which he hoped wouldn’t be the last.
Sharon wrapped her arms around his neck, her face pressed against his and he could feel every moan that came from her as well as hearing it, and it was incredibly sensual, dirty and pure at the same moment.
Her thighs squeezed his hips in response to every thrust but the sexy soldier was tiring and she released her grip around his neck and fell backward onto the bed, her thighs still gripped on to him however and her legs were wrapped around his arse.
Sharon’s head was rolling back and forth and she was moaning almost continually, her hands grasping handfuls of duvet as she writhed and wriggled.
He slid his hands along her soft skin and cupped her full round breasts as he rushed headlong to the point of ecstasy, and then with one final nerve tingling thrust, Sharon roared as he jerked inside her
“Wow” he said to the panting creature beneath him and Sharon giggled between the panting and her pussy jiggled his cock, which made him laugh.
“God I love you soldier” he said
“I love you too, you wuss” she responded and laughed again
And in the afterglow on that afternoon they cuddled under the duvet very snug and smug.
“Can I stay tonight?” She asked
“Of course hon” he replied and kissed her
“Good” she said and they fell asleep, but awoke two hours later refreshed and horny.
Friday 26 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (108) After Dinner Digestive
(Part 01)
Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.
So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.
The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.
On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it but most of the time they just stole a few hours here and there.
However for a variety of reasons several weeks had passed and they hadn’t been able to grab even a few minutes together.
In fact the first time he had seen her in a fortnight was on the day when he had driven over to Abbottsford to do a bit of shopping, which was when he bumped into Antonia coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop.
“Hello darling” she said and air kissed him and then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe?” he asked
Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.
“The chance would be a fine thing anyway” she said quietly
“Have you got time for a coffee?”
“I do” he replied
They went into a coffee house, a nice one, not one of the chains, and he ordered the drinks as Antonia sat in the corner.
When he joined her he asked
“How about Saturday?”
“For what?” she asked innocently
“To show me your new underwear” he said
“No” she replied
“Why not?” he asked,
“I have to go to a dinner party at Mornington Manor”
She replied “but I don’t want to go”
He looked at her with puzzlement and then said
“So don’t go, and let me spend the night doing all those things to you that fill your imagine when you touch yourself in the dark”
This made her blush and avert her gaze but after a few moments she looked back at him and smiled.
“I have to go, I’m expected” she said
“But I want what you want”
“I understand” he said
“It will be soon though wont it?” she asked earnestly and held his hand under the table.
“Yes” he replied
When they left the coffee house they air kissed and went their separate ways.
(Part 02)
Paul spent Saturday night watching a movie and drinking wine but at some point he leant back against the cushions and promptly fell asleep.
He woke up just after eleven o’clock, and he only woke up then because he needed a pee so he got up and attended to the matter in hand.
When he finished attending to his call of nature he was decidedly peckish so he went to the kitchen and made himself a snack.
Paul then returned to his sofa, restarted the movie he had begun watching four hours earlier and sat eating cheese and biscuits’ as he watched Richard Burton and Clint Eastwood taking on the Nazis.
At the end of the film he was still wide-awake so he got up and chose another DVD off the shelf.
He was about a quarter of the way through “The Fifth Element” when he detected the tell-tale clip clop sound of high heels from outside.
He glanced at the clock and thought it must be his neighbour Elaine arriving home from somewhere so he returned his attention back to the action.
A moment later there was a knock on the front door and he checked the clock again before he got up and walked out into the hall, he guessed that Elaine had locked herself out and was knocking for the spare key.
So he opened the door and a rather tipsy Antonia almost fell through it.
“Hello Paulie” she said with a flourish.
Antonia was immaculately dressed as usual in a full length green halter necked designer evening dress and a lavish faux fur shrug.
“Wow” he said, “you look stunning”
“Bless you darling” she responded
“You had a nice time then” he said as he helped her into the house.
“I had a wonderful time” she exclaimed
She tottered a few steps then kicked off her shoes, which made her a little more stable on her feet, and she quickly progressed into the lounge.
All the while talking nine to the dozen about how marvelous the evening was, who was there, what they ate, who said what, and to who.
“And plenty of wine” he asked as she plopped down on the sofa.
“I did,” she said smiling and giggled
“I’m glad you had fun” he said
“Me too” she said coyly
“Good” Paul said as he sat down next to her
“So what are you doing here then?”
“Well I saw your lights were still on from the taxi and I thought I’d come and tell you all about my evening” she explained.
“Why were you in a taxi?” he asked, “I thought you went there with the Conway’s”
“I did” Antonia said
“So why didn’t you come back with them?” he asked
“They left early” she said
“Could no one else give you a lift?” he asked
“David someone offered” she replied
“So why didn’t you accept?”
“What kind of a woman do you think I am? I couldn’t get in a car with a complete stranger” she said affronted
“And you’re such a shy little virgin” he said “Apart from when you’re with me of course”
“That’s different” she said “anyway with you it doesn’t really count because you’re such a tart” and then she roared with laughter to such an extent that she ended up collapsing in a heap with her head and shoulders on his lap.
“You’re my bit of rough” she said and then she disintegrated into laughter again.
“So you decided not to have David drive you home?”
“It would have been cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey only to dash his hopes” she said
(Part 03)
“So you decided not to have David drive you home?”
“It would have been cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey only to dash his hopes” she said
This bought about another burst of laughter and when she eventually composed herself she was laying at full stretch on her back looking up at Paul
“Do you still think I’m gorgeous?” she asked, regally draped before him.
“Quite gorgeous” he conceded
“Well quite gorgeous won’t get you a look at the underwear I bought in Abbottsford the other day” she said
“I bet it does,” he said as he slowly moved his right hand, which had been resting on her chuckling belly, up to caress the roundness of her breast.
“Well maybe” Antonia murmured as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes.
Her breast rose and fell in his hand as she breathed and as he caressed the heaving mound he felt her stiffening nipple beneath the fabric.
Paul was just about to employ his left hand to fondle her other breast when Antonia lifted her head and reached behind her neck and untied the halter and with a brief lick of the lips she returned to her serene reclining.
With his free hand he tugged gently on the halter until both magnificent breasts were fully exposed, topped by her succulent nipples standing proud like dark pink sentinels.
His eager hands grasped greedily at then and kneaded them like warm dough and her bottom squirmed discernibly as his fingers traced around her areolas and teased and toyed with her nipples until the stood as stiff as his little finger.
Her breasts were still heaving like two ships caught in an Atlantic swell as his right hand returned to her belly and began pulling the fabric of her dress upwards slowly exposing her black stocking covered legs until the bulk of her skirts rested above her knees and when the hem was in reach he placed his hand on her knee so it could begin its journey under her skirts and up the inside of her thigh.
The rising and falling of her chest increased exponentially with the progress of his hand, as did the licking of her lips.
It excited him very much looking down on her as he played with her body like a musical instrument.
slowly he stroked the inside of her upper thigh, almost reaching the source of her heat and then stroking away from it, repeatedly teasing her and delighting at the reactions on her sweet face.
Until, just at the point when she thought he would stop short again, his fingers reached her groin and the expression on her face was pure joy as his digits traced lightly up to her pubis and down to site of the itch she so badly wanted him to scratch.
Even through her tights and panties the heat of her passion was palpable and as he fingered the heart of her fire through her clothing the fabric was slipping and sliding on her wetness until her cream oozed through the fabric, and Antonia wriggled beneath his hand and moaned erotically.
But as Paul continued to rub her nonny through two layers of material
Antonia suddenly sat bolt upright
“Ok” she said frantically “I’ll let you see my knickers”
And she reached up and kissed him, he loved kissing her she was such a great kisser.
The quality of a kiss is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual nature dependent on the perspective of the participants.
(Part 04)
The quality of a kiss is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual nature dependent on the perspective of the participants.
With kissing it can be the thickness of the lips, the width of the mouth, the size of the tongue, the size of the oral cavity and the amount of saliva produced.
For Paul, Antonia scored highly on every criterion and as she kissed him, she pulled herself up so she was seated on his lap, which allowed his hand, which was still up her skirt, though dormant between her thighs, to make progress into her pants.
Her tights had begun falling down as she squirmed, wriggled and fidgeted on his lap but when she suddenly sat upright the waistband had rolled down off her belly completely.
His hand was very quickly inside her tights and an instant later it was in turn inside the wet silk of her panties.
It paused momentarily with her public hair beneath his palm and the back of his hand pressed against the expensive wet silk.
“Woarrr” she exclaimed in his face as his fingers slipped into her creamy wetness.
In fact so well primed was she that it was only a matter of minutes before she came and she was again on the move.
This time she pulled his hand from her drawers and scrambled up so she was straddling him.
Antonia was kissing him almost absentminded as she struggled desperately to undo his belt.
Paul had both hands up her skirt at that point and quickly tugged both her knickers and tights off her plump buttocks and even had time for a long appreciative squeeze of each buttock before she finished with his belt and moved onto Paul’s fly.
She had now stopped kissing him and was concentrating so intently that she had her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth. So along with her great arse he took matters into his own hands and rolled her sideways onto the sofa and swiftly removed her tights and panties then he knelt between her naked legs stroking her thighs while she finished her task on his trousers.
Once she had finished she lay back smugly and watched on, as he stood up and stripped off and with her gaze firmly fixed on his erection she said.
“Now come and enjoy my gorgeousness”
But Paul knelt down on the floor and as he began kissing her thigh he said
“I want to enjoy your deliciousness first”
“No do that later darling” she urged “I want you now”
Paul stopped kissing her flesh and looked up at her
“Oh there’s a later is there?” he asked
“There’s going to be a later and twice in the morning if I’m a lucky girl” she replied
So he decided not to give her head and climbed on top of her pausing only a moment to suck on one of her teats then he kissed her as she grasped his cock firmly and guided it between her moist lips.
“Woarrr” she exclaimed in his face again as he penetrated her.
It had only been a few weeks since he was had last enjoyed Antonia’s warm welcoming wetness and she was doing her best to ensure he was going to remember this one for a very long time.
As Antonia dug her heels into the sofa she gripped his buttocks hard; digging her nails into his flesh as she repeatedly pulled him into her hot cunny.
He rested his weight on one arm as he fondled her breast with his free hand and watched the ecstasy etched into her face as she urged him to finish her and in three spine tingling thrusts they both came in noisy unison.
As they lay panting on the sofa still entwined and with him still inside her, Antonia asked
“Do I get to stay for later’s?”
“I think you might just have earned enough points to qualify” he replied and gave his cock a little twitch.
So after an appropriate period of recovery and a well-earned drink Paul took Antonia off to bed and let her take him to paradise.
Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.
So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.
The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.
On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it but most of the time they just stole a few hours here and there.
However for a variety of reasons several weeks had passed and they hadn’t been able to grab even a few minutes together.
In fact the first time he had seen her in a fortnight was on the day when he had driven over to Abbottsford to do a bit of shopping, which was when he bumped into Antonia coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop.
“Hello darling” she said and air kissed him and then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe?” he asked
Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.
“The chance would be a fine thing anyway” she said quietly
“Have you got time for a coffee?”
“I do” he replied
They went into a coffee house, a nice one, not one of the chains, and he ordered the drinks as Antonia sat in the corner.
When he joined her he asked
“How about Saturday?”
“For what?” she asked innocently
“To show me your new underwear” he said
“No” she replied
“Why not?” he asked,
“I have to go to a dinner party at Mornington Manor”
She replied “but I don’t want to go”
He looked at her with puzzlement and then said
“So don’t go, and let me spend the night doing all those things to you that fill your imagine when you touch yourself in the dark”
This made her blush and avert her gaze but after a few moments she looked back at him and smiled.
“I have to go, I’m expected” she said
“But I want what you want”
“I understand” he said
“It will be soon though wont it?” she asked earnestly and held his hand under the table.
“Yes” he replied
When they left the coffee house they air kissed and went their separate ways.
(Part 02)
Paul spent Saturday night watching a movie and drinking wine but at some point he leant back against the cushions and promptly fell asleep.
He woke up just after eleven o’clock, and he only woke up then because he needed a pee so he got up and attended to the matter in hand.
When he finished attending to his call of nature he was decidedly peckish so he went to the kitchen and made himself a snack.
Paul then returned to his sofa, restarted the movie he had begun watching four hours earlier and sat eating cheese and biscuits’ as he watched Richard Burton and Clint Eastwood taking on the Nazis.
At the end of the film he was still wide-awake so he got up and chose another DVD off the shelf.
He was about a quarter of the way through “The Fifth Element” when he detected the tell-tale clip clop sound of high heels from outside.
He glanced at the clock and thought it must be his neighbour Elaine arriving home from somewhere so he returned his attention back to the action.
A moment later there was a knock on the front door and he checked the clock again before he got up and walked out into the hall, he guessed that Elaine had locked herself out and was knocking for the spare key.
So he opened the door and a rather tipsy Antonia almost fell through it.
“Hello Paulie” she said with a flourish.
Antonia was immaculately dressed as usual in a full length green halter necked designer evening dress and a lavish faux fur shrug.
“Wow” he said, “you look stunning”
“Bless you darling” she responded
“You had a nice time then” he said as he helped her into the house.
“I had a wonderful time” she exclaimed
She tottered a few steps then kicked off her shoes, which made her a little more stable on her feet, and she quickly progressed into the lounge.
All the while talking nine to the dozen about how marvelous the evening was, who was there, what they ate, who said what, and to who.
“And plenty of wine” he asked as she plopped down on the sofa.
“I did,” she said smiling and giggled
“I’m glad you had fun” he said
“Me too” she said coyly
“Good” Paul said as he sat down next to her
“So what are you doing here then?”
“Well I saw your lights were still on from the taxi and I thought I’d come and tell you all about my evening” she explained.
“Why were you in a taxi?” he asked, “I thought you went there with the Conway’s”
“I did” Antonia said
“So why didn’t you come back with them?” he asked
“They left early” she said
“Could no one else give you a lift?” he asked
“David someone offered” she replied
“So why didn’t you accept?”
“What kind of a woman do you think I am? I couldn’t get in a car with a complete stranger” she said affronted
“And you’re such a shy little virgin” he said “Apart from when you’re with me of course”
“That’s different” she said “anyway with you it doesn’t really count because you’re such a tart” and then she roared with laughter to such an extent that she ended up collapsing in a heap with her head and shoulders on his lap.
“You’re my bit of rough” she said and then she disintegrated into laughter again.
“So you decided not to have David drive you home?”
“It would have been cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey only to dash his hopes” she said
(Part 03)
“So you decided not to have David drive you home?”
“It would have been cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey only to dash his hopes” she said
This bought about another burst of laughter and when she eventually composed herself she was laying at full stretch on her back looking up at Paul
“Do you still think I’m gorgeous?” she asked, regally draped before him.
“Quite gorgeous” he conceded
“Well quite gorgeous won’t get you a look at the underwear I bought in Abbottsford the other day” she said
“I bet it does,” he said as he slowly moved his right hand, which had been resting on her chuckling belly, up to caress the roundness of her breast.
“Well maybe” Antonia murmured as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes.
Her breast rose and fell in his hand as she breathed and as he caressed the heaving mound he felt her stiffening nipple beneath the fabric.
Paul was just about to employ his left hand to fondle her other breast when Antonia lifted her head and reached behind her neck and untied the halter and with a brief lick of the lips she returned to her serene reclining.
With his free hand he tugged gently on the halter until both magnificent breasts were fully exposed, topped by her succulent nipples standing proud like dark pink sentinels.
His eager hands grasped greedily at then and kneaded them like warm dough and her bottom squirmed discernibly as his fingers traced around her areolas and teased and toyed with her nipples until the stood as stiff as his little finger.
Her breasts were still heaving like two ships caught in an Atlantic swell as his right hand returned to her belly and began pulling the fabric of her dress upwards slowly exposing her black stocking covered legs until the bulk of her skirts rested above her knees and when the hem was in reach he placed his hand on her knee so it could begin its journey under her skirts and up the inside of her thigh.
The rising and falling of her chest increased exponentially with the progress of his hand, as did the licking of her lips.
It excited him very much looking down on her as he played with her body like a musical instrument.
slowly he stroked the inside of her upper thigh, almost reaching the source of her heat and then stroking away from it, repeatedly teasing her and delighting at the reactions on her sweet face.
Until, just at the point when she thought he would stop short again, his fingers reached her groin and the expression on her face was pure joy as his digits traced lightly up to her pubis and down to site of the itch she so badly wanted him to scratch.
Even through her tights and panties the heat of her passion was palpable and as he fingered the heart of her fire through her clothing the fabric was slipping and sliding on her wetness until her cream oozed through the fabric, and Antonia wriggled beneath his hand and moaned erotically.
But as Paul continued to rub her nonny through two layers of material
Antonia suddenly sat bolt upright
“Ok” she said frantically “I’ll let you see my knickers”
And she reached up and kissed him, he loved kissing her she was such a great kisser.
The quality of a kiss is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual nature dependent on the perspective of the participants.
(Part 04)
The quality of a kiss is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual nature dependent on the perspective of the participants.
With kissing it can be the thickness of the lips, the width of the mouth, the size of the tongue, the size of the oral cavity and the amount of saliva produced.
For Paul, Antonia scored highly on every criterion and as she kissed him, she pulled herself up so she was seated on his lap, which allowed his hand, which was still up her skirt, though dormant between her thighs, to make progress into her pants.
Her tights had begun falling down as she squirmed, wriggled and fidgeted on his lap but when she suddenly sat upright the waistband had rolled down off her belly completely.
His hand was very quickly inside her tights and an instant later it was in turn inside the wet silk of her panties.
It paused momentarily with her public hair beneath his palm and the back of his hand pressed against the expensive wet silk.
“Woarrr” she exclaimed in his face as his fingers slipped into her creamy wetness.
In fact so well primed was she that it was only a matter of minutes before she came and she was again on the move.
This time she pulled his hand from her drawers and scrambled up so she was straddling him.
Antonia was kissing him almost absentminded as she struggled desperately to undo his belt.
Paul had both hands up her skirt at that point and quickly tugged both her knickers and tights off her plump buttocks and even had time for a long appreciative squeeze of each buttock before she finished with his belt and moved onto Paul’s fly.
She had now stopped kissing him and was concentrating so intently that she had her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth. So along with her great arse he took matters into his own hands and rolled her sideways onto the sofa and swiftly removed her tights and panties then he knelt between her naked legs stroking her thighs while she finished her task on his trousers.
Once she had finished she lay back smugly and watched on, as he stood up and stripped off and with her gaze firmly fixed on his erection she said.
“Now come and enjoy my gorgeousness”
But Paul knelt down on the floor and as he began kissing her thigh he said
“I want to enjoy your deliciousness first”
“No do that later darling” she urged “I want you now”
Paul stopped kissing her flesh and looked up at her
“Oh there’s a later is there?” he asked
“There’s going to be a later and twice in the morning if I’m a lucky girl” she replied
So he decided not to give her head and climbed on top of her pausing only a moment to suck on one of her teats then he kissed her as she grasped his cock firmly and guided it between her moist lips.
“Woarrr” she exclaimed in his face again as he penetrated her.
It had only been a few weeks since he was had last enjoyed Antonia’s warm welcoming wetness and she was doing her best to ensure he was going to remember this one for a very long time.
As Antonia dug her heels into the sofa she gripped his buttocks hard; digging her nails into his flesh as she repeatedly pulled him into her hot cunny.
He rested his weight on one arm as he fondled her breast with his free hand and watched the ecstasy etched into her face as she urged him to finish her and in three spine tingling thrusts they both came in noisy unison.
As they lay panting on the sofa still entwined and with him still inside her, Antonia asked
“Do I get to stay for later’s?”
“I think you might just have earned enough points to qualify” he replied and gave his cock a little twitch.
So after an appropriate period of recovery and a well-earned drink Paul took Antonia off to bed and let her take him to paradise.
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