Choice Tales from the Vale – (057) The Missionary Position

(Part 01)

Stephen Tanner lived alone in the village of Sharping-St Mary only a few miles from Purplemere.
He lived in a small three bedroom Tudor cottage which suited him perfectly as he was only 5ft 6 so the low beams didn’t affect him.
He worked in Purplemere three days a week but worked from home the other two.
It was a well-paid job and he was good at it but he didn’t enjoy it and it neither focused nor fulfilled him.
On a Friday morning, at the end of November, he was staring through the window watching nothing much at all in the garden, leaves blowing across the lawn, a squirrel on the bird table, it didn’t take much to distract him from doing a very tedious task which needed to be completed that day.
He was snapped back to reality when the phone rang.
And when he read the caller ID he saw it was his mum.
“Hi mum, this is a surprise” he said “What have I done wrong?”
“Hello Stephen, every time I phone you, you say that” she said “I don’t just phone you when you’ve done something wrong”
“So you want me to do something then” he said
“You make me sound awful” she chastised him and then she laughed
“But on this occasion it just so happens that I do need a favour”
“Aha” he said triumphantly “Go on then ask away”
“Ok I’ll get straight to the point” she said
“Nicola De Lorenzo is back in the country, you remember Nicola?”
Nicola was an old family friend; she was actually the daughter of his mum’s best friend Karen.
“Yes of course I do” he replied
“Nicola would like to know if you could put her up for a few days while she’s in the area” Mum continued
“She asked if she could stay here?” he asked
“Well no, I offered on your behalf” she admitted
“She’s back from the missions for about a month, catching up with old friends before she returns to China”
“Then of course she can stay” he said
“I seem to remember you were quite taken with her when you were younger” she continued
“Yes I was, but that was a long time ago” he agreed
“You will look after her though won’t you?” his mum said firmly
“She’s one of the angels”
“I will treat her like a princess” he said
“I would rather you treated her like a nun” Mum commanded
“Nicola is a holy person”
“Message received and understood” he said obediently
“I will ring in the morning to say what train she will be on; can you meet her at the station?”
“Yes of course”
“Well thank you Stephen” she said “I knew I could rely on you”
His family were very active in the church and it wasn’t unusual for him to put up visitors.
Although he was a Christian and a semi regular attendee he wasn’t as active in “the good works” area as the rest of his kin, so housing the occasional stray was something he could do without impacting on his life.
“I’ll call tomorrow then, bye” she said and then she was gone and then he released a long slow exhale of breath after the interesting turn of events.
“Nicola De Lorenzo is coming to stay” he said

(Part 02)

Nicola was his first crush and she was going to be staying under his roof and Nicola had a lot to answer for, Stephen got his first stalker thinking about her and furthermore he had his first wet dream over Nicola, well not exactly over her obviously, but she was in his dream when he creamed his PJs.
And it was Nicola who was the first to feature in his wank bank.
Nicola was six years older than him and he was smitten with her from the first moment he saw her, and when he thought back to that time he was sure she was with him, but nothing ever happened, apart from a kiss, one single solitary kiss, a kiss that blew his mind.
But Nicola shied away after that and the relationship was unresolved and whenever they were together the air was always thick with sexual tension.
But she thought it would be a sin and a betrayal if they did anything.
He was too young to know what her issue was with them kissing but then he was only 15.
So he used to track her around the house like a stalker hoping to catch her bending over, maybe see a glimpse of thigh, an errant bra strap, or even cleavage.
One memorable day he caught sight of her drying herself and he was rewarded with a tantalizing view of a nipple and a momentary sight of tufty black pubes.
He almost wanked himself to death over those image that were burned into his adolescent brain.
He wanted her, not that he would have known what to do with her, but he still wanted her, whatever that meant and he’d always wanted her.
“Well now I might get my chance” he said to himself and his head was full of very unchristian thoughts.

His Mum phoned on Saturday morning as promised but as it turned out he didn’t need to meet Nicola’s train at the station after all.
The Christian fraternity had rallied round and a rather frumpy middle-aged woman called Barbara Hicks delivered her to his door in her Morris Minor.
Stephen invited them in and the rather frosty Ms. Hicks cast an unsatisfactory eye over everything before coldly taking her leave.
He suspected there would be a distinct awkwardness between Nicola and him after all the years that had passed and the unresolved sexual tension the surrounded them, but he was pleasantly surprised.
He got the impression that she was just as surprised and she seemed as relaxed he was.
She was still every bit as pretty as he remembered, a few more lines on her face perhaps, and she wore her hair shorter, but she had lost none of her beauty or allure.
She didn’t seem as tall now but that was just his memory playing tricks on him she was always 5ft 3”
He couldn’t ascertain her physical dimensions very well because of the loose shapeless clothes she had on, but his imagination filled in the blanks regarding, a nice arse, great legs, very decent tits and thick black curly pubes.

(Part 03)

They spent the rest of the day just talking, catching up and reminiscing.
The years just seemed to have melted away and their paths had been very different since they last met.
Hers had been one of pious devotion in the missions while his could best be summed up as self-indulgent.
“Its very kind of you to put me up” she said “Thank you”
“No problem” he said honestly “Are you hungry?”
“Yes I am rather” she replied
“Ok I’ll give you a quick tour, show you where everything is, and settle you in your room and while you’re freshening up I’ll cook us something” he suggested.
“That would be lovely,” Nicola said with conviction.
“Thank you again”
After he took her up he found himself behaving like his 15 year former self sneaking around trying to catch her in intimate moments and get a glimpse of forbidden flesh.
But he failed miserably, so he went back downstairs to the kitchen.

After they’d eaten, they sat and talked some more until after about an hour when she was suddenly overcome with tiredness and had to excuse herself.
“I’m sorry” she said “My body clock is all over the place at the moment”
He had to admit he was quite tired himself and the only traveling he had done recently was to Purplemere and back, so he turned in as well.

Stephen had to get up for a pee at about 3.00am and he was just getting back into bed when he thought he heard a noise downstairs.
He slipped on his bathrobe and cautiously crept down the stairs, he could definitely hear someone in the kitchen, so he crept to the kitchen door, which was slightly ajar, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
It was Nicola who was making a hot drink; she was wearing blue and white-striped pajamas several sizes too big.
The Old fashioned ones with a drawstring around the waist.
So he still couldn’t ascertain her physical dimensions because of the loose fitting PJ’s
However he was delighted to see that the fly had gaped and sprouts of black pubes were clearly visible through the fly which excited him very much indeed; the problem was that once he had noticed them he couldn’t take his eyes off of them and he knew that if he went in the kitchen he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from looking.
But he couldn’t stay in the hall and he couldn’t go back upstairs in case she saw him and he had to explain why he hadn’t wanted to go in the kitchen.
So he tried to put the image out of my head as he pushed open the door.
“Hey Nicola” he said “can’t sleep eh”
“No” she replied, “like I said my body clock is all askew”
He focused his eyes on the cupboards behind her head, and thought to himself
“I must not look, I must not look”

(Part 04)

He focused his eyes on the cupboards behind her head, and thought to himself
“I must not look, I must not look”
“I thought a hot drink might help” she continued as she checked the milk boiling on the hob.
Stephen wanted to look so badly, and as she turned back towards him he finally gave in and stared at her gaping fly and the pubic hair escaping from it.

Almost the precise moment his eyes fixed on her pussy hair she looked directly at him and couldn’t help but notice he was looking at her black curly pubes and she blushed a brilliant red
“Oh God” she said frantically looking around for something to cover both her embarrassment and her Minge and becoming more and more flustered every second
“I’m so sorry” he said, apologizing for embarrassing her and not being at all sorry for having looked at her errant curly tufts
“Here use this” I added as I handed her a towel
“Oh God” she said again snatching the towel from his hand and covering her snatch.
“I really am sorry” he said feebly as she bustled past him and ran out the door crying
“Oh shit” he said and sat down at the kitchen table.

It was 4.00am and he was still sitting at the kitchen table having drunk two mugs of Milo made with Nicola’s boiled milk and he was wide awake and cursing his behaviour.
It was going to make the atmosphere very strained for the next two days.
Nicola still couldn’t sleep either and he could clearly hear her in the shower.
He couldn’t believe what had happened, he couldn’t believe what he had done, but to cap it all he still consigned the image of her black curly pubes to his wank bank.
“You are a total pig” he thought to himself with his head in his hands.
Just then the kitchen door opened and as he looked up Nicola walked in still wearing the blue and white stripped pajamas.
She was biting her lip and kept looking at the floor, he smiled at her and she gave a weak smile back.
And then despite everything that had already happened he had to look, it was just a quick glance at first but then his gaze lingered as to his great surprise the fly hadn’t quite closed completely and delicious sprouts of freshly showered black pubes were clearly visible through the opening and this time it was by design.
Nicola saw him looking at her visible pubes and she knew they were visible.
Nicola blushed a vivid scarlet but made no attempt to conceal them from him as she walked towards him and instead of admonishing him for being a pervert she kissed him.
He couldn’t recall the number of times, as a young man he had imagined that kiss as he knocked one out.
And now it was happening and it was every bit as sensual as he imagined it would be.

(Part 05)

Nicola’s arms enveloped him as her embrace became more urgent and her tongue probed every corner of his mouth.
His left hand settled on her buttock and he got his first hint at the contents of her old fashioned draw stringed pajamas when her cheek was firm to his touch.
The destination for his other hand was a no brainer.
His hand paused briefly at the opening of her pajama’s before his finger entered the gaping fly and teased the tufts of damp pubes and though they were damp to the touch, as his fingers teased her curls he was thinking how much damper his fingers would be in a second.
As they lightly caressed her mound of Venus her kissing paused though her lips were only millimeters from his as her hot breath fell on his cheek.
In an instant his fingertips parted her lips and slipped along her crease, and a roaring moan escaped her throat and her grip tightened around his neck, his digits returned along her slippery crack before making another greasy descent and extracting another throaty roar from Nicola, and almost as an afterthought she kissed his cheek and with each subsequent journey his fingers made along her slippery slit her tone altered.
When his finger finally entered her Nicolas knees began to tremble and her lips were by his ear so he could hear every fruity moan and murmur as he continued to frig her juicy cunny through the gaping crotch of her jimjams.
As his persistent stimulation intensified, her legs could no longer support her weight,
Her vice like grip around his neck was the only thing that stopped her ending in a heap on the floor and then he brought her to climax and she released a long low guttural growl.
Stephen extracted his fingers from her and tugged on the draw string and her pajama bottoms fell quickly to the floor.
Now she was looking at him earnestly, biting her lip, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.
Stephen had wanted her for 11 years and he wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
But even so he couldn’t wait long enough to get her upstairs to have her but he didn’t want her on the kitchen floor or on the table either, so he stood up and picking her up in his arms he carried her to the lounge and lay her on the sofa and looked down at her thick black triangle which was in stark relief against her alabaster flesh.

(Part 06)

Nicola was still biting her lip as he undid the belt on his robe and shrugged it off his shoulders so he was completely naked and her gaze fell immediately onto his engorged cock.
Stephen knelt on the floor in front of her and with a hand on each white fleshed knee and he pushed them gently apart spreading her wide open until her pink pussy opened invitingly moist amidst the black whiskers.
She drew one knee up and planted her foot against the arm of the sofa while his left hand slid down the outside of her thigh and grabbed her fleshy bum cheek, and she moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her lip, as his shaft slipped between her dewy lips Nicola moaned softly as he penetrated deeply into her, but he felt no virginal resistance, he had convinced himself that Nicola was pure and unsullied, but she was not.
It certainly didn’t detract from his enjoyment of her as she squirmed and wriggled beneath him.
Each nerve tingling stroke he gave her elicited dirty un-angelic moans and her pussy creamed his balls in return.
As they reached the short strokes she was getting louder and spurred him on with her audible appreciation and her arse started to squeak as it rubbed on the leather couch.
As she moaned and writhed beneath him he was close to the summit and her utterances were growing higher in frequency and as he reached the threshold of his own conclusion
“Oh Godddd” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath him his 11 year mission reached its conclusion right there on the leather couch.
Although he had waited 11 years to consummate his first crush and it was everything he could have hoped for and more, it wasn’t quite how he imagined it.
He thought she would be inexperienced, unsure and passive, but she was none of the above, she was not the shy little angel, a timid innocent, she was a devil in disguise.
She was self-conscious, she was shy, but she didn’t lack confidence once she had determined what she wanted and it was electrifying.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so many years” he panted as he withdrew from her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh.
“Me too” she confessed
“Do you think you might sleep now?” he asked
“Mmmmm” she replied
“Ok then, do you “A” want to go upstairs and get your pajama jacket off or “B” have a mug of Milo?” he asked as he pulled her up to her feet.
“Well I really like Milo” She answered
“Get upstairs” he said and slapped her bare arse.