(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.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests, all came with a bed, that he considered fair game.
There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, and even more desperate divorcees as well as the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.
One such example was Caroline Darville, she was a School Teacher in Finchbottom, and was recently divorced.
She was, like Gary, in her late twenties, beautiful, brunette, and curvy.
Caroline was also helping to arrange her sister’s wedding and was interested in booking the Clayton Manor.
(Part 02)
One example of a lusty villager was Caroline Darville, she was a School Teacher in Finchbottom, and was recently divorced.
She was, like Gary, in her late twenties, beautiful, brunette, and curvy.
Caroline was also helping to arrange her sister’s wedding and was interested in booking the Clayton Manor.
She had been to the hotel and met with Gary and Blaire but she said her sister had to cancel at the last minute, so she was given the tour anyway.
“We can do you a detailed breakdown of all the various options and send it out to you” Blaire said with super efficiency
“Oh lovely” she responded and then addressing Gary directly she added “perhaps you could pop it round one evening when my sister is there and we can discuss it”
“Well…” he began
“I can offer wine and nibbles” she said sweetly
So the meeting was arranged and they said goodbye and Blaire said
“Her sisters not going to be there is she?”
“I doubt it very much” he said
Gary arrived at Caroline Darville’s cottage at just after 8 o’clock and he could only see one car outside.
He smiled to himself and knocked on the door, when it opened Caroline was standing there with a broad smile on her face.
“Hello Gary” she said “do come in”
She was wearing a summer dress with a blue and white chef’s apron over the top, and he thought there might be some nibbles after all.
“Go and sit in the lounge and I’ll get the drinks” she said affably “is Red ok?”
“Yes lovely” he replied
Gary sat on the sofa at the end of the room and admired her big arse as walked back to the kitchen.
It was about ten minutes before she reappeared carrying a glass of red wine in each hand and she was completely naked, the only thing she was wearing a smug smile.
Her figure certainly didn’t disappoint and her breasts bounced sympathetically with each step as she got closer and her brunette pubic triangle was a delight.
She handed him one glass and put the other on a side table
“Thank you” he said “can I assume that as you invited me for wine and nibbles, that you are the nibbles”
“Oh no darling” she replied “you are”
And Caroline knelt on the floor in front of him and began undoing his trousers and all the while the smug smile never left her lips.
Once Caroline had successfully extricated his swollen member from his pants her smile changed to a filthy leer and then to his delight her wet mouth enveloped his cock.
“God I love this village” he said
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