David Byers was a thrice married and thrice divorced retired gentleman of leisure, 55 years of age and everything still in full working order, and he divided his time equally between the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club and the Sharpington Head Yacht Club.
Whichever venue it was he could normally be found in the bar or the restaurant and he was seldom alone.
Maureen Godfrey was in her late 30s and was a hardworking waitress at the Golf Club and was well aware of David abilities as she had been on the receiving end of them on more than one occasion.
“Good afternoon ladies” she said addressing the two 50 somethings, Helen Calkin and Katrina Laslett, sitting either side of him.
“And gentleman” she added in a tone that made it perfectly clear that she didn’t thing he was.
“It’s nice to see you keeping such respectable company for a change” then to the ladies again she added
“I hope he’s not leading you astray, he has such a lot of bad habits”
Helen blushed and Katrina gave him a knowing smile.
Maureen then gave him a look that said just stick with the old birds and behave yourself until I get off duty.
What she didn’t know of course was just how badly the two respectable old birds could behave given very little encouragement.
Katrina was at that very moment playing with his cock underneath the table and Helen was fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat due to wet underwear rendered so as a result of David shagging her in the woods beside the 15th fairway.
So after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company, and having received head from Katrina in the front seat of her BMW he was feeling a little jaded so he decided to head for home to Highfinch and a long afternoon nap to recharge the batteries before he had to entertain the lovely Maureen for the evening.
Friday 30 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (258) Guilty Secret
(Part 01)
As Mike Guglielmi crossed the high street in Shallowfield he caught sight of Francesca Patrington sitting alone at one of the tables outside Addison Café.
He also noticed she was wearing the same summer outfit she had on when they made love in the Dancingdean woods up by Cooper’s Folly, and the thought of that day caused a stirring in his pants.
He guessed she was probably enjoying a coffee while waiting for a friend.
He quickened his stride and as luck would have it, or so he thought, he caught her eye and he gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she gathered up her things and hurried away.
“Very odd” he thought
He had lunch alone at the pub and enjoyed a couple of leisurely pints while he read the paper and subsequently it was midafternoon when he stepped back out into the sun, and as he did so he spotted Francesca again this time in the pub carpark, so he approached her on her blindside so she couldn’t run off again and when Mike was a few feet away he said
“I think you’ve been avoiding me”
Francesca jumped and immediately became flustered
“No, no not at all” she corrected him
“I think you have,” he repeated “why?”
Francesca didn’t say anything for about a minute
“Please tell me Frankie” he entreated
“Because I feel guilty,” She snapped
“You don’t need to feel guilty Frankie, I seduced you remember, it wasn’t you’re choice”
“You don’t understand” She said “I don’t feel guilty because it happened”
“Then why?” Mike asked but she didn’t respond
“Francesca?”
“Because I liked it” she barked
“I liked it because it was so dirty, I liked it because it was so exciting”
Francesca paused and then continued
“And because I came like I never came before”
Then she hurried away towards her car, but stopped and turned after a few paces and said
“But most of all I feel guilty because I want to do it again”
And then she was gone again, I thought for a moment before I hurried after her
“Frankie?” he called but she kept going so he pressed on after her instead and Francesca was standing by her car when he caught up with her.
“Do you mean it?” he asked but his question met with silence
“Francesca?”
“Yes” she replied reluctantly “but it can never happen again”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a wife and a mother” she retorted and then added almost as an after thought
“And I love my husband”
She may have once but not so much now he thought, her husband spent more time on the Golf course or in the club house than he did with his gorgeous wife.
(Part 02)
“Because I’m a wife and a mother” she retorted and then added almost as an after thought
“And I love my husband”
She may have once but not so much now he thought, her husband spent more time on the Golf course or in the club house than he did with his gorgeous wife.
He believed Francesca was clearly lonely which she didn’t deserve to be, and it was in his power to change.
She opened the hatchback and was about to put her shopping in the boot; but he put his right hand on the edge of the boot, preventing her.
“Do you think about that day?”
“Yes” she said
“Often?”
“Yes”
“And when you’re alone in your bed” he asked
She reddened and then nodded
“Do you touch yourself as you remember?” he asked
“Do you stroke yourself off under the duvet while you recall what we did in the woods, what I did to you in the woods?”
“Don’t make fun of me, don’t make fun of it” she screamed and started to cry
“I’m not making fun of you,” he said taking hold of her hand
“I think of it all the time” he said “It excites me too, I think of you, in that outfit, and your beauty beneath it”
Francesca squeezed his hand and he continued
“In the woods, me inside you”
“So do I,” she gasped and squeezed his hand again and then lent forward pinning it between the car and her pubis.
They didn’t speak; the only sound was her steady breathing and the birdsong as he rubbed his thumb on the fatty flesh of her mound gently and methodically and he watched her, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and her tongue lightly moistening them as she breathed.
Just as her breaths began to deepen a group of pub customers walked by and the spell was broken she let go of one hand and stepped out of range of the other.
She threw her shopping quickly in the boot and slammed it shut.
“Please don’t avoid me again?” he said
“I won’t I promise” she said and then she drove away, he would look out for her tomorrow and see what could be done, he certainly hadn’t had enough of Mrs. Patrington and the recollection of their last sexual tryst brought a distinct lump to his trousers.
As he walked back towards home Mike ran various scenarios through his head of where and when he might enjoy her again, the first occasion was a chance meeting but the next would need to be carefully planned.
“Very carefully indeed” he muttered under his breath and then was snapped out of his deliberations by the sound of a car horn.
When he turned around to investigate the source of the sound he discovered it was Francesca, who had pulled up alongside him.
“Hello” he said “I was just thinking, about you, about us”
“Good I want you to take me to the woods again, please” she said
“And I want to take you” he retorted “When did you have in mind?”
“Right now” she snapped
“Are you sure?”
“Yes” she yelled “Get in the bloody car”
“So much for careful planning” Mike said to himself as he walked around to the other side and got in the car.
And after a short tense ride in the car up to a secluded part of the Dancingdean Forest Francesca had a longer stress relieving ride in the woods.
As Mike Guglielmi crossed the high street in Shallowfield he caught sight of Francesca Patrington sitting alone at one of the tables outside Addison Café.
He also noticed she was wearing the same summer outfit she had on when they made love in the Dancingdean woods up by Cooper’s Folly, and the thought of that day caused a stirring in his pants.
He guessed she was probably enjoying a coffee while waiting for a friend.
He quickened his stride and as luck would have it, or so he thought, he caught her eye and he gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she gathered up her things and hurried away.
“Very odd” he thought
He had lunch alone at the pub and enjoyed a couple of leisurely pints while he read the paper and subsequently it was midafternoon when he stepped back out into the sun, and as he did so he spotted Francesca again this time in the pub carpark, so he approached her on her blindside so she couldn’t run off again and when Mike was a few feet away he said
“I think you’ve been avoiding me”
Francesca jumped and immediately became flustered
“No, no not at all” she corrected him
“I think you have,” he repeated “why?”
Francesca didn’t say anything for about a minute
“Please tell me Frankie” he entreated
“Because I feel guilty,” She snapped
“You don’t need to feel guilty Frankie, I seduced you remember, it wasn’t you’re choice”
“You don’t understand” She said “I don’t feel guilty because it happened”
“Then why?” Mike asked but she didn’t respond
“Francesca?”
“Because I liked it” she barked
“I liked it because it was so dirty, I liked it because it was so exciting”
Francesca paused and then continued
“And because I came like I never came before”
Then she hurried away towards her car, but stopped and turned after a few paces and said
“But most of all I feel guilty because I want to do it again”
And then she was gone again, I thought for a moment before I hurried after her
“Frankie?” he called but she kept going so he pressed on after her instead and Francesca was standing by her car when he caught up with her.
“Do you mean it?” he asked but his question met with silence
“Francesca?”
“Yes” she replied reluctantly “but it can never happen again”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a wife and a mother” she retorted and then added almost as an after thought
“And I love my husband”
She may have once but not so much now he thought, her husband spent more time on the Golf course or in the club house than he did with his gorgeous wife.
(Part 02)
“Because I’m a wife and a mother” she retorted and then added almost as an after thought
“And I love my husband”
She may have once but not so much now he thought, her husband spent more time on the Golf course or in the club house than he did with his gorgeous wife.
He believed Francesca was clearly lonely which she didn’t deserve to be, and it was in his power to change.
She opened the hatchback and was about to put her shopping in the boot; but he put his right hand on the edge of the boot, preventing her.
“Do you think about that day?”
“Yes” she said
“Often?”
“Yes”
“And when you’re alone in your bed” he asked
She reddened and then nodded
“Do you touch yourself as you remember?” he asked
“Do you stroke yourself off under the duvet while you recall what we did in the woods, what I did to you in the woods?”
“Don’t make fun of me, don’t make fun of it” she screamed and started to cry
“I’m not making fun of you,” he said taking hold of her hand
“I think of it all the time” he said “It excites me too, I think of you, in that outfit, and your beauty beneath it”
Francesca squeezed his hand and he continued
“In the woods, me inside you”
“So do I,” she gasped and squeezed his hand again and then lent forward pinning it between the car and her pubis.
They didn’t speak; the only sound was her steady breathing and the birdsong as he rubbed his thumb on the fatty flesh of her mound gently and methodically and he watched her, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and her tongue lightly moistening them as she breathed.
Just as her breaths began to deepen a group of pub customers walked by and the spell was broken she let go of one hand and stepped out of range of the other.
She threw her shopping quickly in the boot and slammed it shut.
“Please don’t avoid me again?” he said
“I won’t I promise” she said and then she drove away, he would look out for her tomorrow and see what could be done, he certainly hadn’t had enough of Mrs. Patrington and the recollection of their last sexual tryst brought a distinct lump to his trousers.
As he walked back towards home Mike ran various scenarios through his head of where and when he might enjoy her again, the first occasion was a chance meeting but the next would need to be carefully planned.
“Very carefully indeed” he muttered under his breath and then was snapped out of his deliberations by the sound of a car horn.
When he turned around to investigate the source of the sound he discovered it was Francesca, who had pulled up alongside him.
“Hello” he said “I was just thinking, about you, about us”
“Good I want you to take me to the woods again, please” she said
“And I want to take you” he retorted “When did you have in mind?”
“Right now” she snapped
“Are you sure?”
“Yes” she yelled “Get in the bloody car”
“So much for careful planning” Mike said to himself as he walked around to the other side and got in the car.
And after a short tense ride in the car up to a secluded part of the Dancingdean Forest Francesca had a longer stress relieving ride in the woods.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (257) Intensive Care
(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.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.
So whenever an opportunity to enjoy Celeste’s heavenly body presented itself he grabbed it with both hands however Linda also relished one on ones with him and he with her.
Such as the morning she arrived home after being trapped in Abbottsford for most of the night due to a blizzard, a blizzard in which Nigel crashed his car in a ditch, and had Celeste not gone in search of him in her Cherokee he may well have died of exposure.
(Part 02)
It was about 6 am and Celeste was still sitting on Nigel’s lap wrapped in bath sheets and his arms when she said.
“We need to get a wriggle on”
“Do we have to move?” he whined, “I’m cosy”
“Yes” she said curtly “I have to be at the surgery in two hours”
Just at that moment Linda appeared at the door and enquired
“What’s all this then?” she enquired with hands on hips
“We’ve been raising the dead” Nigel said and Celeste giggled
“Oh great while I’ve been stuck in Abbottsford all night you two have been playing hide the sausage” she snapped
“It’s not like that” he said indignantly “I nearly died”
“Well you don’t look close to death” she remarked
“That’s because the good Doctor performed her special form of CPR”
He replied
“I thawed out his popsicle” she said smugly “Dr Hanley strikes again”
“I suppose you’re very pleased with yourself” Linda said to Celeste
“Well I do have a reputation to preserve” she said
“I have a reputation as well,” Linda said indignantly as she pulled Celeste’s big knickers and leggings off her feet.
“Yes you do darling” she said and kissed her then she turned and gave him the raised eyebrow look before walking briskly into the bathroom.
She returned a minute or so later and took Linda by the hand and said
“Come on sexy you can come and wash my bits”
“Oh alright” Linda agreed enthusiastically
“And Nigel can put the kettle on while I bring you to the boil” Celeste said
While Linda and Celeste were busy getting clean and dirty at the same time Nigel went downstairs to the kitchen and put the kettle on and he was sitting at the kitchen table when the pair of lusty medics appeared, Celeste was dressed for work and Linda was wearing a bath robe.
Celeste picked up one of the drinks from the table and sat down and Linda dropped a pile of dirty laundry in front of washing machine
“These will definitely need washing” Nigel said holding up Celeste’s big practical passion killer knickers
“Yes they’re very damp” Celeste agreed and giggled and then when Linda took them from his hand and held them to her nose and they both blushed.
About half an hour later Nigel announced that he needed to lie down and Celeste said
“I have to get to the surgery, my patients need me, and they are obviously in awe of my prowess as a medical practitioner extraordinaire”
“No seriously” Linda said, “Why do you have to go?”
“Cheeky cow” Celeste said and tried to clip her round the ear, but she dodged the blow and high fived Nigel.
Celeste then kissed them both good bye and Nigel went upstairs to her bed where he lay down, still wrapped in towels, and promptly fell asleep.
(Part 03)
Linda spent an hour downstairs doing laundry and tidying the kitchen and made her way upstairs to get some sleep, she was exhausted after being up all night, but when she saw Nigel lying semi exposed on the bed she thought another half an hour of wakefulness wouldn’t kill her.
So she sat on the bed beside him and began loosening the bath sheets wrapped around him and by the time he was naked his eyes were open and she poked his limp dick with her forefinger.
“Oh dear you appear to have had a relapse” she said
“So what do you intend to do about it?” Nigel asked
Linda leant towards Nigel and kissed him and he put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek and she put her hand on his shaft and began gently tugging on his cock.
“I’m going to prove that a nurse can raise the dead too” Linda said as she was handling his stiffening cock.
Which went from stiffening to bone hard in seconds as her mouth went to work on his cock with the same expertise he had come to expect.
“Oh Linda” he uttered as she worked diligently on him which was toe curling-ly divine, she had one hand on the base of his shaft while the other started rubbing her slit
After she had teased and toyed him to the point of bliss on countless occasions she suddenly sat up on the bed, and looking him directly in the eye she sucked the grease off her finger before she undid the belt of her robe, so it fell open briefly before she dropped the towelling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness, all dry, perfumed and powdered.
Linda then climbed astride him and in one fluid motion slid her cunny down his shaft, Nigel let out a gasp and Linda released a long soft moaning sigh.
Celeste returned to the house in the middle of the afternoon and found Linda and Nigel cuddled up in bed, Linda was fast asleep but Nigel’s eyes were open and he smiled when he saw her.
“Have you two been having fun?” she whispered
“Just a little” he replied and slipped out of bed and kissed followed Celeste out of the room and kissed her on the landing.
“While you’ve been spending the day shagging my girlfriend I sorted your car out”
“In what way?” he asked
“I phoned Richards Recovery and they will tow the car to the garage” She said
“In that case” he said “after dinner I’ll be shagging Linda’s girlfriend”
“Well go and get some pants on and you can help me in the kitchen”
Celeste suggested and Nigel looked at her blankly so she went on to explain.
“The sooner we eat dinner the sooner I get desert”
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.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.
So whenever an opportunity to enjoy Celeste’s heavenly body presented itself he grabbed it with both hands however Linda also relished one on ones with him and he with her.
Such as the morning she arrived home after being trapped in Abbottsford for most of the night due to a blizzard, a blizzard in which Nigel crashed his car in a ditch, and had Celeste not gone in search of him in her Cherokee he may well have died of exposure.
(Part 02)
It was about 6 am and Celeste was still sitting on Nigel’s lap wrapped in bath sheets and his arms when she said.
“We need to get a wriggle on”
“Do we have to move?” he whined, “I’m cosy”
“Yes” she said curtly “I have to be at the surgery in two hours”
Just at that moment Linda appeared at the door and enquired
“What’s all this then?” she enquired with hands on hips
“We’ve been raising the dead” Nigel said and Celeste giggled
“Oh great while I’ve been stuck in Abbottsford all night you two have been playing hide the sausage” she snapped
“It’s not like that” he said indignantly “I nearly died”
“Well you don’t look close to death” she remarked
“That’s because the good Doctor performed her special form of CPR”
He replied
“I thawed out his popsicle” she said smugly “Dr Hanley strikes again”
“I suppose you’re very pleased with yourself” Linda said to Celeste
“Well I do have a reputation to preserve” she said
“I have a reputation as well,” Linda said indignantly as she pulled Celeste’s big knickers and leggings off her feet.
“Yes you do darling” she said and kissed her then she turned and gave him the raised eyebrow look before walking briskly into the bathroom.
She returned a minute or so later and took Linda by the hand and said
“Come on sexy you can come and wash my bits”
“Oh alright” Linda agreed enthusiastically
“And Nigel can put the kettle on while I bring you to the boil” Celeste said
While Linda and Celeste were busy getting clean and dirty at the same time Nigel went downstairs to the kitchen and put the kettle on and he was sitting at the kitchen table when the pair of lusty medics appeared, Celeste was dressed for work and Linda was wearing a bath robe.
Celeste picked up one of the drinks from the table and sat down and Linda dropped a pile of dirty laundry in front of washing machine
“These will definitely need washing” Nigel said holding up Celeste’s big practical passion killer knickers
“Yes they’re very damp” Celeste agreed and giggled and then when Linda took them from his hand and held them to her nose and they both blushed.
About half an hour later Nigel announced that he needed to lie down and Celeste said
“I have to get to the surgery, my patients need me, and they are obviously in awe of my prowess as a medical practitioner extraordinaire”
“No seriously” Linda said, “Why do you have to go?”
“Cheeky cow” Celeste said and tried to clip her round the ear, but she dodged the blow and high fived Nigel.
Celeste then kissed them both good bye and Nigel went upstairs to her bed where he lay down, still wrapped in towels, and promptly fell asleep.
(Part 03)
Linda spent an hour downstairs doing laundry and tidying the kitchen and made her way upstairs to get some sleep, she was exhausted after being up all night, but when she saw Nigel lying semi exposed on the bed she thought another half an hour of wakefulness wouldn’t kill her.
So she sat on the bed beside him and began loosening the bath sheets wrapped around him and by the time he was naked his eyes were open and she poked his limp dick with her forefinger.
“Oh dear you appear to have had a relapse” she said
“So what do you intend to do about it?” Nigel asked
Linda leant towards Nigel and kissed him and he put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek and she put her hand on his shaft and began gently tugging on his cock.
“I’m going to prove that a nurse can raise the dead too” Linda said as she was handling his stiffening cock.
Which went from stiffening to bone hard in seconds as her mouth went to work on his cock with the same expertise he had come to expect.
“Oh Linda” he uttered as she worked diligently on him which was toe curling-ly divine, she had one hand on the base of his shaft while the other started rubbing her slit
After she had teased and toyed him to the point of bliss on countless occasions she suddenly sat up on the bed, and looking him directly in the eye she sucked the grease off her finger before she undid the belt of her robe, so it fell open briefly before she dropped the towelling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness, all dry, perfumed and powdered.
Linda then climbed astride him and in one fluid motion slid her cunny down his shaft, Nigel let out a gasp and Linda released a long soft moaning sigh.
Celeste returned to the house in the middle of the afternoon and found Linda and Nigel cuddled up in bed, Linda was fast asleep but Nigel’s eyes were open and he smiled when he saw her.
“Have you two been having fun?” she whispered
“Just a little” he replied and slipped out of bed and kissed followed Celeste out of the room and kissed her on the landing.
“While you’ve been spending the day shagging my girlfriend I sorted your car out”
“In what way?” he asked
“I phoned Richards Recovery and they will tow the car to the garage” She said
“In that case” he said “after dinner I’ll be shagging Linda’s girlfriend”
“Well go and get some pants on and you can help me in the kitchen”
Celeste suggested and Nigel looked at her blankly so she went on to explain.
“The sooner we eat dinner the sooner I get desert”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (256) Naughty on any Level
Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Bronwyn Pond took it upon herself to provide additional services, partly to make sure they regained their self-worth, but on occasions it was more intimate.
One of her all too familiar haunts was Shaftsbury Towers in Finchbottom, a rundown modern day slum tenement.
When she got there she found, not for the first time, that the lifts weren’t working and so she had to yomp up 15 flights of stairs up a stairwell that stank of piss.
She was more than a little flushed when she reached her destination, short of breath and short of patience.
Her first patient was Sharon Grogan, a pretty terminally ill 19 year old girl, who was quite naturally depressed.
Bron was almost 35 and very experienced in her field and she had watched many young people dying before their time.
Bronwyn knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Grogan, the patient’s mother answered the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“Hello Mrs Grogan” Bron said “How’s the patient today?”
“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help her”
“Just be supportive” she said
“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.
“Sharon! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the blonde hair”
Bronwyn smiled and Mrs Grogan said
“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”
On that day Sharon was very down and begged Bronwyn to flick her off and she reluctantly agreed.
Well reluctant isn’t quite the right word, it wasn’t an unusual request, she was often asked, begged, for her intimate tender touch, by men and women and for the majority of times she was happy to oblige.
Because one important fact to remember about Bronwyn Pond was that she played for both teams.
When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Grogan got out.
“Oh wonderful, they’re working again” Bronwyn said
“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the girl?”
“You know, I think she’s a bit brighter” she replied
“Oh I do hope so dear” Mrs Grogan said
She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.
She said her goodbyes to Mrs Grogan and stepped in and when she turned around she saw Tom Hughes jogging towards the lift.
Although she was often willing to accommodate the relief of patient’s urges, which she looked upon as purely medicinal, there she always drew a line.
She never, no matter what the circumstances accommodated family or friends of the patient.
But Toms mum wasn’t her patient anymore, so she pressed the hold button.
“Thanks” he said
“No problem, how are you? How’s your mum?” she asked as the lift began to descend
“Good” he replied
“I bet you are” she thought as she looked him up and down, fingering Sharon might well have brought her some relief but it had left Bronwyn very horny.
So she began flirting with him which was when the lift started rattling and shaking and then came to an abrupt halt and threw the pair of them into one corner.
“I don’t mind if I do” she said and kissed him.
Bronwyn was stood in the corner facing the wall like a naughty child, which was quite appropriate under the circumstances as she had her uniform rucked up around her waist and her tights halfway down her thighs while the bulk of her knickers were up the crease of her arse and her curly blonde pubes were clearly visible as was her pink oozing pussy.
Tom had just withdrawn his sticky dick from wet oozing minge and was in the process of putting it away.
“That was so good” she said “and so bad” and she almost purred,
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he said and gently slapped her bare arse.
“Me too” she panted and the lift started moving again.
By the time they had reached the ground floor she had redressed and was the picture of respectability again.
The only downside was that she had to complete the rest of her round with very wet knickers.
“C'est la vie” she thought to herself and smiled
One of her all too familiar haunts was Shaftsbury Towers in Finchbottom, a rundown modern day slum tenement.
When she got there she found, not for the first time, that the lifts weren’t working and so she had to yomp up 15 flights of stairs up a stairwell that stank of piss.
She was more than a little flushed when she reached her destination, short of breath and short of patience.
Her first patient was Sharon Grogan, a pretty terminally ill 19 year old girl, who was quite naturally depressed.
Bron was almost 35 and very experienced in her field and she had watched many young people dying before their time.
Bronwyn knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Grogan, the patient’s mother answered the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“Hello Mrs Grogan” Bron said “How’s the patient today?”
“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help her”
“Just be supportive” she said
“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.
“Sharon! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the blonde hair”
Bronwyn smiled and Mrs Grogan said
“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”
On that day Sharon was very down and begged Bronwyn to flick her off and she reluctantly agreed.
Well reluctant isn’t quite the right word, it wasn’t an unusual request, she was often asked, begged, for her intimate tender touch, by men and women and for the majority of times she was happy to oblige.
Because one important fact to remember about Bronwyn Pond was that she played for both teams.
When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Grogan got out.
“Oh wonderful, they’re working again” Bronwyn said
“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the girl?”
“You know, I think she’s a bit brighter” she replied
“Oh I do hope so dear” Mrs Grogan said
She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.
She said her goodbyes to Mrs Grogan and stepped in and when she turned around she saw Tom Hughes jogging towards the lift.
Although she was often willing to accommodate the relief of patient’s urges, which she looked upon as purely medicinal, there she always drew a line.
She never, no matter what the circumstances accommodated family or friends of the patient.
But Toms mum wasn’t her patient anymore, so she pressed the hold button.
“Thanks” he said
“No problem, how are you? How’s your mum?” she asked as the lift began to descend
“Good” he replied
“I bet you are” she thought as she looked him up and down, fingering Sharon might well have brought her some relief but it had left Bronwyn very horny.
So she began flirting with him which was when the lift started rattling and shaking and then came to an abrupt halt and threw the pair of them into one corner.
“I don’t mind if I do” she said and kissed him.
Bronwyn was stood in the corner facing the wall like a naughty child, which was quite appropriate under the circumstances as she had her uniform rucked up around her waist and her tights halfway down her thighs while the bulk of her knickers were up the crease of her arse and her curly blonde pubes were clearly visible as was her pink oozing pussy.
Tom had just withdrawn his sticky dick from wet oozing minge and was in the process of putting it away.
“That was so good” she said “and so bad” and she almost purred,
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he said and gently slapped her bare arse.
“Me too” she panted and the lift started moving again.
By the time they had reached the ground floor she had redressed and was the picture of respectability again.
The only downside was that she had to complete the rest of her round with very wet knickers.
“C'est la vie” she thought to herself and smiled
Choice Tales from the Vale – (255) Cougarville
In the busy market town of Childean divorced fifty something sisters Jackie Griffith and Janet McGee were prowling Cougars who preyed on unsuspecting lotharios who themselves preyed on young unsuspecting girls.
One such lothario was 30 year old Michael Lloyd who used his younger half-sister Emma to befriend his target and give him an icebreaker.
Emma was uncomfortable doing it but Michael completely controlled her.
But that was all set to change when Michael aimed her in the direction of Jackie’s daughter Terri.
Theresa Griffiths was a third year at Abbottsford University and was a year younger than Emma and when they met they hit it off straight away and were inseparable for the three days before Michael made his move.
They were sitting at the bar in the Blue Jay Club on Friday night when he sidled up to them
“Hello sis” he said and kissed her “Fancy finding you here”
“Yes fancy” she said “This is my friend Terri”
Which was Michaels cue to pour on the charm while plying her with drink while remaining sober himself leaving him in the perfect position to take advantage of her.
What he didn’t know was that Terri was a hardened drinker and was not going under the table to suit his timetable, but then out of the blue she said
“Why don’t you come back to mine? It’s only round the corner”
“What a great idea” he said and to his sister he added “I’m sure you have other plans”
“Yes I do” she said
“What a shame” Terri gushed and gave her a long hug
“I like to dominate” Terri purred as they walked into the house
“Really?” he said “I don’t mind a bit of that”
“That’s good to hear” she said and kissed him “now get undressed”
He quickly complied and strutted around the room showing of his physique and his sizable penis.
“Oh very nice” Terri said as she walked towards him brandishing a pair of handcuffs in one hand and some silk rope in the other.
“Your turn” he said
“I’ll tell you when its time, now sit on the chair, hands behind the back of the chair” She said and threaded the cuffs around the central strut of the chair back and snapped them on his wrists.
Then she tied his legs securely to the chair legs and when he was tightly trussed to the dining chair she kissed his forehead and walked behind him
“I’m ready to watch you undress now” he called
“That’s not going to happen I’m afraid” Jackie said
“You’re just going to have to make do with me and my sister”
“What?” he said with alarm “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Jackie and this is my sister Janet”
“What?” he barked “Where’s the young one?”
“She not here” Janet replied
“For God sake I wasn’t expecting to end up with some dried up old crones” he yelled
“I know, you were hoping to get your end into my daughter” Jackie retorted
“Which was never going to happen” Jackie added “and furthermore she’s currently moistening her finger in your sister Emma”
The wrong side of fifty the sisters may have been but they kept their bodies in very good order and they were dressed in full black silk and lace regalia accompanied by wicked grins.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked as Jackie knelt down by the chair.
“Oh I’m going to have some fun” she replied and took hold of his impressive cock.
“I don’t want you to do that?” he protested
“Oh you will” she assured him and took him in her mouth while Janet un popped the crotch of her teddy.
“So much for being dried up” she said as her finger went between her lips and came out wet, very wet.
Then she made him lick her juice off her finger.
“I’m begging you to stop” he said
“You say that” Janet said as she watched her sister going about her task “but your cock says different, and soon you’ll be begging for more”
One such lothario was 30 year old Michael Lloyd who used his younger half-sister Emma to befriend his target and give him an icebreaker.
Emma was uncomfortable doing it but Michael completely controlled her.
But that was all set to change when Michael aimed her in the direction of Jackie’s daughter Terri.
Theresa Griffiths was a third year at Abbottsford University and was a year younger than Emma and when they met they hit it off straight away and were inseparable for the three days before Michael made his move.
They were sitting at the bar in the Blue Jay Club on Friday night when he sidled up to them
“Hello sis” he said and kissed her “Fancy finding you here”
“Yes fancy” she said “This is my friend Terri”
Which was Michaels cue to pour on the charm while plying her with drink while remaining sober himself leaving him in the perfect position to take advantage of her.
What he didn’t know was that Terri was a hardened drinker and was not going under the table to suit his timetable, but then out of the blue she said
“Why don’t you come back to mine? It’s only round the corner”
“What a great idea” he said and to his sister he added “I’m sure you have other plans”
“Yes I do” she said
“What a shame” Terri gushed and gave her a long hug
“I like to dominate” Terri purred as they walked into the house
“Really?” he said “I don’t mind a bit of that”
“That’s good to hear” she said and kissed him “now get undressed”
He quickly complied and strutted around the room showing of his physique and his sizable penis.
“Oh very nice” Terri said as she walked towards him brandishing a pair of handcuffs in one hand and some silk rope in the other.
“Your turn” he said
“I’ll tell you when its time, now sit on the chair, hands behind the back of the chair” She said and threaded the cuffs around the central strut of the chair back and snapped them on his wrists.
Then she tied his legs securely to the chair legs and when he was tightly trussed to the dining chair she kissed his forehead and walked behind him
“I’m ready to watch you undress now” he called
“That’s not going to happen I’m afraid” Jackie said
“You’re just going to have to make do with me and my sister”
“What?” he said with alarm “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Jackie and this is my sister Janet”
“What?” he barked “Where’s the young one?”
“She not here” Janet replied
“For God sake I wasn’t expecting to end up with some dried up old crones” he yelled
“I know, you were hoping to get your end into my daughter” Jackie retorted
“Which was never going to happen” Jackie added “and furthermore she’s currently moistening her finger in your sister Emma”
The wrong side of fifty the sisters may have been but they kept their bodies in very good order and they were dressed in full black silk and lace regalia accompanied by wicked grins.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked as Jackie knelt down by the chair.
“Oh I’m going to have some fun” she replied and took hold of his impressive cock.
“I don’t want you to do that?” he protested
“Oh you will” she assured him and took him in her mouth while Janet un popped the crotch of her teddy.
“So much for being dried up” she said as her finger went between her lips and came out wet, very wet.
Then she made him lick her juice off her finger.
“I’m begging you to stop” he said
“You say that” Janet said as she watched her sister going about her task “but your cock says different, and soon you’ll be begging for more”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (254) There’ll be Nun of that
He did not possessed any high principles, he did hold certain standards and preferences but they were at best flexible.
But despite his penchant for all things crumpet, he did always try to avoid fishing in someone else’s pond, no matter how attractive the body of water might be.
You might call it a code but he had eventually abandoned it after repeatedly failing to meet his own exceptionally low standards and had repeated his failures on numerous occasions since.
If he did possess any scruples he had shown by his behaviour that they could be overcome, as his many peccadilloes could testify to.
So when Sister Gloria of the Mary of Bethany Convent in Finchbottom made a pass at him, courtesy of an over indulgence on communion wine, he surprised himself when he declined her advances and broke away from her embrace.
“Are you worried about your immortal soul?” She asked with a chuckle
“Because I would think you’re probably damned already for all the sinning you’ve done”
“No of course not” he snapped
“I’m more concerned about yours”
“Oh that” she said, “well I’m of a purer bent than you and I shall merely have to repent my misdemeanour”
He looked at her doubtfully
“Look I have my faith,” she said with conviction “I know that I have eternal life awaiting me”
“I can’t do it with a nun” he retorted and kissed her on the forehead and then left.
He didn’t know why he didn’t accept Gloria’s invitation to canoodle, it certainly wasn’t through a lack of attraction or even what she was wearing, he liked uniforms and outfits, and vestments certainly didn’t put him off.
He didn’t even think it was because she was a nun although had she been in any other vocation he would probably have jumped her bones in a second.
But as he walked away the overwhelming feeling was not that he was growing a spine or at the very least getting a conscience but he wasn’t kidding himself.
What really stopped him was she thought that having sex with a philanderer was sin free.
Making him feel like a vegetable in a slimmer’s diet plan.
In fact he was so miffed that he went straight to a pub and picked up the first available girl he could find and split her whiskers over the bonnet of a BMW in the pub carpark just to reinforce his reputation as a philanderer.
But despite his penchant for all things crumpet, he did always try to avoid fishing in someone else’s pond, no matter how attractive the body of water might be.
You might call it a code but he had eventually abandoned it after repeatedly failing to meet his own exceptionally low standards and had repeated his failures on numerous occasions since.
If he did possess any scruples he had shown by his behaviour that they could be overcome, as his many peccadilloes could testify to.
So when Sister Gloria of the Mary of Bethany Convent in Finchbottom made a pass at him, courtesy of an over indulgence on communion wine, he surprised himself when he declined her advances and broke away from her embrace.
“Are you worried about your immortal soul?” She asked with a chuckle
“Because I would think you’re probably damned already for all the sinning you’ve done”
“No of course not” he snapped
“I’m more concerned about yours”
“Oh that” she said, “well I’m of a purer bent than you and I shall merely have to repent my misdemeanour”
He looked at her doubtfully
“Look I have my faith,” she said with conviction “I know that I have eternal life awaiting me”
“I can’t do it with a nun” he retorted and kissed her on the forehead and then left.
He didn’t know why he didn’t accept Gloria’s invitation to canoodle, it certainly wasn’t through a lack of attraction or even what she was wearing, he liked uniforms and outfits, and vestments certainly didn’t put him off.
He didn’t even think it was because she was a nun although had she been in any other vocation he would probably have jumped her bones in a second.
But as he walked away the overwhelming feeling was not that he was growing a spine or at the very least getting a conscience but he wasn’t kidding himself.
What really stopped him was she thought that having sex with a philanderer was sin free.
Making him feel like a vegetable in a slimmer’s diet plan.
In fact he was so miffed that he went straight to a pub and picked up the first available girl he could find and split her whiskers over the bonnet of a BMW in the pub carpark just to reinforce his reputation as a philanderer.
Thursday 29 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (253) In a Broken Dream
Her head was full of erotic images and her sleep was restless and fitful,
Her skin tingled, her nipples were aroused and she kept licking her lips.
It was such a vivid dream, so vivid it felt like a cock was inside her, penetrating her again and again.
She rolled her head from side to side and she was at the ecstatic erotic point, that erotic dreamland between erogenous dream and sensual reality, unsure if she was vividly dreaming of getting seen too or if she was actually being fucked.
However the next feeling of penetration left her in no doubt as she opened her eyes and knew for sure that he was inside of her.
“Oh Stephen” She said and smiled at him before she closed her eyes again as he penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a riverbank with every toe curling penetration making her squirm beneath him.
It didn’t take long once he had fucked her wide awake before he made her cum hard as he gave her one long satisfying stroke after another.
And by the time he was onto the short strokes she was in a frenzy.
Her skin tingled, her nipples were aroused and she kept licking her lips.
It was such a vivid dream, so vivid it felt like a cock was inside her, penetrating her again and again.
She rolled her head from side to side and she was at the ecstatic erotic point, that erotic dreamland between erogenous dream and sensual reality, unsure if she was vividly dreaming of getting seen too or if she was actually being fucked.
However the next feeling of penetration left her in no doubt as she opened her eyes and knew for sure that he was inside of her.
“Oh Stephen” She said and smiled at him before she closed her eyes again as he penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a riverbank with every toe curling penetration making her squirm beneath him.
It didn’t take long once he had fucked her wide awake before he made her cum hard as he gave her one long satisfying stroke after another.
And by the time he was onto the short strokes she was in a frenzy.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (252) Lust at Lovers Leap
Iain Blair was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel as he did every summer and he had spent the first week of his holiday reacquainting himself with some of his old conquests while being constantly on the lookout for new ones.
But it wasn’t just the women that brought him back to Teardrop Lake year after year, because he enjoyed the Dancingdean Forest and his Lakeside walks immensely.
On one particular occasion he took a longer than usual walk owing to the larger than usual lunch he had consumed when he ran into Georgina Cooper, who worked at the Lodge along with her best friend Gerry Cummins.
She looked lost and lonely without her outgoing bubbly sidekick Gerry.
Georgie was a quiet, caramel skinned beauty who lived in the shadow of her more confident pale skinned friend.
The fact that she was adrift was evidenced by the rather pathetically forlorn creature who was ambling towards him.
“Hello Georgina” he said
“Oh hello”
“You a bit fed up, Are you missing Gerry?” he asked
“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few days”
She looked rather sad, but hopefully from this chance meeting he thought he might put a smile on those soft lips hers while pleasing himself at the same time.
Despite being a fresh faced 20 year old student she was no innocent and being make up free made her pretty rather than beautiful but he thought it truly serendipitous to meet her at a time when he had an itch to scratch and he had every intention of taking full advantage of.
Her friend Gerry on the other hand was cut from different cloth which was the most fundamental way in which she differed from Georgina.
Gerry didn’t do things by chance, and she never went out without make up and when he had met her a few days earlier walking down that lane from the lodge it was because she had planned it that way.
And according to Gerry’s pillow talk, it wasn’t that Georgina didn’t want it as bad as her friend, she did, she just didn’t have the know-how or the gumption to get it.
But on that day fate had taken a hand.
“I’m just going for a walk” he said “would you like to keep me company?”
“Yes please” she replied
They walked the full length of the Northern perimeter road, from the Shallowfield Lodge all the way to lovers leap.
Once they had ooh’d and aah’d at the wonderful view out across the Dancingdean Forest proper Georgie spread her towel on the flat rocky surface and lay down on her stomach.
Iain lay down beside her and began by caressing the exposed flesh of her back, his hand reaching ever higher until with one hand he deftly unhooked her bra.
As soon as her bra was unhooked she turned over onto her back and smiled her consent.
After a minimal amount of foreplay she was ready for him to deliver the coup de grace.
She was reluctant for him to undress her completely so he got her on her knees with her face on the towel, he thought to himself that hiding her face in her towel wouldn’t disguise her moans when he got going and almost instantaneously she turned her head on its side, and grasping her hips firmly he pulled her onto him until his cock was deep into her tight young pussy.
When she came Georgina screamed loudly, the sound echoing across the tree tops and a second later he erupted inside her.
As he withdrew she rolled onto her back, her top and bra up around her neck and her shorts and knickers around her knees.
Her beautiful caramel skin glowing with lustre.
So he had had the dark skinned dusky and exotic Georgina on the rocky outcrop of lover’s leap a few days after having the pale skinned peaches and cream Gerry on all fours in a dinghy out on the lake.
He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to, being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age of 20 and both willing to go again.
But it wasn’t just the women that brought him back to Teardrop Lake year after year, because he enjoyed the Dancingdean Forest and his Lakeside walks immensely.
On one particular occasion he took a longer than usual walk owing to the larger than usual lunch he had consumed when he ran into Georgina Cooper, who worked at the Lodge along with her best friend Gerry Cummins.
She looked lost and lonely without her outgoing bubbly sidekick Gerry.
Georgie was a quiet, caramel skinned beauty who lived in the shadow of her more confident pale skinned friend.
The fact that she was adrift was evidenced by the rather pathetically forlorn creature who was ambling towards him.
“Hello Georgina” he said
“Oh hello”
“You a bit fed up, Are you missing Gerry?” he asked
“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few days”
She looked rather sad, but hopefully from this chance meeting he thought he might put a smile on those soft lips hers while pleasing himself at the same time.
Despite being a fresh faced 20 year old student she was no innocent and being make up free made her pretty rather than beautiful but he thought it truly serendipitous to meet her at a time when he had an itch to scratch and he had every intention of taking full advantage of.
Her friend Gerry on the other hand was cut from different cloth which was the most fundamental way in which she differed from Georgina.
Gerry didn’t do things by chance, and she never went out without make up and when he had met her a few days earlier walking down that lane from the lodge it was because she had planned it that way.
And according to Gerry’s pillow talk, it wasn’t that Georgina didn’t want it as bad as her friend, she did, she just didn’t have the know-how or the gumption to get it.
But on that day fate had taken a hand.
“I’m just going for a walk” he said “would you like to keep me company?”
“Yes please” she replied
They walked the full length of the Northern perimeter road, from the Shallowfield Lodge all the way to lovers leap.
Once they had ooh’d and aah’d at the wonderful view out across the Dancingdean Forest proper Georgie spread her towel on the flat rocky surface and lay down on her stomach.
Iain lay down beside her and began by caressing the exposed flesh of her back, his hand reaching ever higher until with one hand he deftly unhooked her bra.
As soon as her bra was unhooked she turned over onto her back and smiled her consent.
After a minimal amount of foreplay she was ready for him to deliver the coup de grace.
She was reluctant for him to undress her completely so he got her on her knees with her face on the towel, he thought to himself that hiding her face in her towel wouldn’t disguise her moans when he got going and almost instantaneously she turned her head on its side, and grasping her hips firmly he pulled her onto him until his cock was deep into her tight young pussy.
When she came Georgina screamed loudly, the sound echoing across the tree tops and a second later he erupted inside her.
As he withdrew she rolled onto her back, her top and bra up around her neck and her shorts and knickers around her knees.
Her beautiful caramel skin glowing with lustre.
So he had had the dark skinned dusky and exotic Georgina on the rocky outcrop of lover’s leap a few days after having the pale skinned peaches and cream Gerry on all fours in a dinghy out on the lake.
He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to, being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age of 20 and both willing to go again.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (251) The Great Bear and the Christmas Maid
(Part 01)
Markus Zeiler was a great bear of a man, standing 6’ 6” tall, barrell chested with hands like shovels.
But he was brought to his knees by a skinny Little waif standind 4’ 11” by the name of Nikki Ashbee
They were both in their mid twenties, both had flaming red hair but he was a gentle giant who barely spoke and she was a little livewire who never shut up.
They also had in common the fact that they were in love, though neither of them knew that they were the recipient of that love.
Markus couldn’t imagine that a beautiful little thing like Nikki could ever be interested in him, and she thought he was probably looking for someone as quiet as him.
They both worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, she was a chalet maid and he was a general handyman.
Markus lived in Sharpinghead but Nikki was from Finchbottom and as the summer season was coming to an end she was running out of time, if nothing happened between them they would go their separate ways and were unlikely to see each other again, but if she got her way she would stay on.
Nikki finally got her man when they were on what was known as mothball duties, closing down those chalet that would not be needed during the winter season, which meant a major clean and then all the furniture was sheeted.
Because she was so tiny she managed to enlist the help of the gentle giant with moving the furniture, though she was more than capable of doing it herself, because she was much stronger than she looked, she just used it as an excuse to get close to him.
But it didn’t really help because she was such a chatterbox, even if he could have found the words he wanted to use he would have struggled to get a word in edgeways.
However every thing came good in the end when they were on their fifth chalet and Nikki decided she would make him get physical.
And she got all the physical she could handle and after that first time they couldn’t keep there hands off eachother and suffice is to say that she didn’t return home to Finchbottom and stayed on at Maxlin’s and spent all winter making love in whichever empty chalet they wanted.
It was over a year since Nikki and Markus got together but they were as hungry for each other as ever and their second Christmas together was on the horizon and when November finally arrived Nikki decided it was time to decorate for Christmas but no one could remember where the decorations were put after the previous year.
After two weeks of searching every nook and cranny they were spotted in the loft in the staff block by the head of housekeeping, Christine Evans.
In the staff accommodation village there were rows of chalets, similar in design to the guest accommodation but much smaller, and at the center was the staff block.
This contained offices, store rooms and a common room, with comfortable chairs, where staff can sit around and relax, drink coffee and watch TV or just sit around talking.
Christine Evans hadn’t actually seen them herself as she had never been in the loft, because she was scared, partly of the dark but mainly of cobwebs and spiders, but one of her staff had seen them.
(Part 02)
Nikki and Christine were stood talking in the common room when Markus walked through the door.
“Did you want to see me?” he said to Christine
“Yes, we’ve located the Christmas Decorations”
“So come on big boy” Nikki said cheekily “it’s time to get the Dec’s down from the loft”
The entrance to the loft, where the Dec’s had been seen, was via a large hatch way in the common room ceiling.
Markus reached up one of his great paws and pulled the catch and the hatch swung open and then he pulled down the loft ladder.
“Are you going up?” he asked Christine knowing the answer
“No fear” she said and shivered
“Go on then Danger Mouse” he said to Nikki “You go first”
Without hesitation she was straight up the ladder and Markus followed quickly behind her so he could look up her skirt.
She knew that he would and frankly would have been disappointed if he hadn’t.
He enjoyed the view above the top of her long socks, but he had to resist the temptation to grope her cheeky little arse as she wiggled up the ladder.
He would have if Christine hadn’t been looking on.
Once they reached the top Nikki switched the light on and started looking around but despite the light the corners were quite gloomy.
So Markus switched on his torch which Nikki immediately snatched from his hand.
It was quite a large space and was used as an additional storage area during the peak season.
And during the course of the year the boxes of Christmas decorations, which had been put up there after the previous year’s festivities, were gradually pushed further and further back from their starting point.
“There they are” she squealed excitedly and rushed to the far corner of the loft.
She then got down on her hands and knees and began pushing boxes in Markus’s direction.
“Oh shit” she exclaimed
“What wrong luv?”
“The Angel has fallen out of the box” she said sadly “and it’s fallen down behind this thing”
The “Thing” she was referring to was the wooden “A” frame that held the roof up.
“There it is” she said as she shined the torch beam into the darkness.
It hadn’t fallen too far but it was difficult to get at because of all the boxes in the way.
“Can you reach it?” she asked you’ve got longer arms than me”
“A T-Rex has longer arms than you” he retorted and laughed
He clambered up but he couldn’t get close enough to the objective to bring his long reach into play.
“I can’t get close enough” he said as he crouched down “I’ll just have to move these boxes”
“That will take too long” she said impatiently
“I’ll just have to wriggle between the woody things, you can hold onto my legs so I don’t fall”
“Ok” he replied and she headed towards the biggest gap while Markus moved some of the boxes to accommodate his huge feet.
The gap she went for was a little above Markus’s waist height but it was higher for a skinny Little waif of 4’ 11”.
He was helping her through the small opening between the roof supports and as she wriggled and squirmed he kept getting tantalising glimpses of her pale blue knickers.
(Part 03)
He was helping her through the small opening between the roof supports and as she wriggled and squirmed he kept getting tantalising glimpses of her pale blue knickers.
“How are you doing?” he asked
“I’ve almost got it” she replied “another couple of inches should do it”
“Ok” he said and manhandled her a bit further and in the process made sure he had and uninterupted view of her cute little arse
“What was that?” She asked as he pulled the hem of her skirt up towards her waist, brushing her plump little buttock in the process
“Cobwebs” he replied
“Ok” she replied doubtfully but he didn’t pay attention his mind was on other things.
“I’ve got it” she shouted triumphantly “pull me back”
It was when he began retrieving her small frame from the darkness when the view of jiggling buttocks before his lascivious eyes became a gift to precious to pass up.
She wriggled backward slightly and her legs started flailing about and to his absolute delight the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her bum cheeks.
He could hear her muttering as she wriggled again and then wispy strands of curly red hair appeared visible against her white thigh.
Then there was another wriggle and he was rewarded with a view of her lips.
“Lovely” he said
“What was that?” she called but her ignored her because oportunity had knocked for the great bear.
Instead of possitioning her in the best place to extricate her he chose the best attitude for him to indulge himself.
He shuffled slightly to his right and turned Nikki so she was effectively on her side and lifted her upper leg and began kissing her exposed thigh.
“What was that” she asked with alarm “That wasn’t cobwebs”
In lieu of reply he used his great thumb to pull her knickers aside and then he noshed her.
“Oh God” she moaned “Stop that right now, we’ll get caught”
“Christine won’t come up here, she’s a wus” he replied as he opened her up to receive his tongue
“Oh God” she yelled
“Is everything ok up there?” Christine shouted
“Yes” Markus replied “We need to move a load of boxes to retrieve the Angel, we might be a while”
“Oh ok, I’ll go and put the kettle on”
“Good idea” he said and returned to his task
“You must stop” she pleaded “someone will come”
“And that will be you baby” he replied and pushed her thighs as wide open as he could but she was still completely accessible to him and he sipped from her fresh pink clamshell.
Nikki squirmed as his tongue explored the petals of her pussy.
Had he not heard her cum with that delicious sound she always made he would still have known the precise moment of bliss because he felt her body go rigid plus there was other evidence on her lips.
After he had noshed her juicy pussy to climax he retrieved her lips panting little body and lowered her to the floor.
“You are a very dirty boy” she sighed as she hugged him “And you used to be so shy”
“Are you complaining?”
“No I’m not” she replied definitely
“Good, let’s go to an empty chalet so I can get dirtier” he suggested so they delayed putting up the decoration until after he’d split her crimson whiskers in chalet 69.
Markus Zeiler was a great bear of a man, standing 6’ 6” tall, barrell chested with hands like shovels.
But he was brought to his knees by a skinny Little waif standind 4’ 11” by the name of Nikki Ashbee
They were both in their mid twenties, both had flaming red hair but he was a gentle giant who barely spoke and she was a little livewire who never shut up.
They also had in common the fact that they were in love, though neither of them knew that they were the recipient of that love.
Markus couldn’t imagine that a beautiful little thing like Nikki could ever be interested in him, and she thought he was probably looking for someone as quiet as him.
They both worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, she was a chalet maid and he was a general handyman.
Markus lived in Sharpinghead but Nikki was from Finchbottom and as the summer season was coming to an end she was running out of time, if nothing happened between them they would go their separate ways and were unlikely to see each other again, but if she got her way she would stay on.
Nikki finally got her man when they were on what was known as mothball duties, closing down those chalet that would not be needed during the winter season, which meant a major clean and then all the furniture was sheeted.
Because she was so tiny she managed to enlist the help of the gentle giant with moving the furniture, though she was more than capable of doing it herself, because she was much stronger than she looked, she just used it as an excuse to get close to him.
But it didn’t really help because she was such a chatterbox, even if he could have found the words he wanted to use he would have struggled to get a word in edgeways.
However every thing came good in the end when they were on their fifth chalet and Nikki decided she would make him get physical.
And she got all the physical she could handle and after that first time they couldn’t keep there hands off eachother and suffice is to say that she didn’t return home to Finchbottom and stayed on at Maxlin’s and spent all winter making love in whichever empty chalet they wanted.
It was over a year since Nikki and Markus got together but they were as hungry for each other as ever and their second Christmas together was on the horizon and when November finally arrived Nikki decided it was time to decorate for Christmas but no one could remember where the decorations were put after the previous year.
After two weeks of searching every nook and cranny they were spotted in the loft in the staff block by the head of housekeeping, Christine Evans.
In the staff accommodation village there were rows of chalets, similar in design to the guest accommodation but much smaller, and at the center was the staff block.
This contained offices, store rooms and a common room, with comfortable chairs, where staff can sit around and relax, drink coffee and watch TV or just sit around talking.
Christine Evans hadn’t actually seen them herself as she had never been in the loft, because she was scared, partly of the dark but mainly of cobwebs and spiders, but one of her staff had seen them.
(Part 02)
Nikki and Christine were stood talking in the common room when Markus walked through the door.
“Did you want to see me?” he said to Christine
“Yes, we’ve located the Christmas Decorations”
“So come on big boy” Nikki said cheekily “it’s time to get the Dec’s down from the loft”
The entrance to the loft, where the Dec’s had been seen, was via a large hatch way in the common room ceiling.
Markus reached up one of his great paws and pulled the catch and the hatch swung open and then he pulled down the loft ladder.
“Are you going up?” he asked Christine knowing the answer
“No fear” she said and shivered
“Go on then Danger Mouse” he said to Nikki “You go first”
Without hesitation she was straight up the ladder and Markus followed quickly behind her so he could look up her skirt.
She knew that he would and frankly would have been disappointed if he hadn’t.
He enjoyed the view above the top of her long socks, but he had to resist the temptation to grope her cheeky little arse as she wiggled up the ladder.
He would have if Christine hadn’t been looking on.
Once they reached the top Nikki switched the light on and started looking around but despite the light the corners were quite gloomy.
So Markus switched on his torch which Nikki immediately snatched from his hand.
It was quite a large space and was used as an additional storage area during the peak season.
And during the course of the year the boxes of Christmas decorations, which had been put up there after the previous year’s festivities, were gradually pushed further and further back from their starting point.
“There they are” she squealed excitedly and rushed to the far corner of the loft.
She then got down on her hands and knees and began pushing boxes in Markus’s direction.
“Oh shit” she exclaimed
“What wrong luv?”
“The Angel has fallen out of the box” she said sadly “and it’s fallen down behind this thing”
The “Thing” she was referring to was the wooden “A” frame that held the roof up.
“There it is” she said as she shined the torch beam into the darkness.
It hadn’t fallen too far but it was difficult to get at because of all the boxes in the way.
“Can you reach it?” she asked you’ve got longer arms than me”
“A T-Rex has longer arms than you” he retorted and laughed
He clambered up but he couldn’t get close enough to the objective to bring his long reach into play.
“I can’t get close enough” he said as he crouched down “I’ll just have to move these boxes”
“That will take too long” she said impatiently
“I’ll just have to wriggle between the woody things, you can hold onto my legs so I don’t fall”
“Ok” he replied and she headed towards the biggest gap while Markus moved some of the boxes to accommodate his huge feet.
The gap she went for was a little above Markus’s waist height but it was higher for a skinny Little waif of 4’ 11”.
He was helping her through the small opening between the roof supports and as she wriggled and squirmed he kept getting tantalising glimpses of her pale blue knickers.
(Part 03)
He was helping her through the small opening between the roof supports and as she wriggled and squirmed he kept getting tantalising glimpses of her pale blue knickers.
“How are you doing?” he asked
“I’ve almost got it” she replied “another couple of inches should do it”
“Ok” he said and manhandled her a bit further and in the process made sure he had and uninterupted view of her cute little arse
“What was that?” She asked as he pulled the hem of her skirt up towards her waist, brushing her plump little buttock in the process
“Cobwebs” he replied
“Ok” she replied doubtfully but he didn’t pay attention his mind was on other things.
“I’ve got it” she shouted triumphantly “pull me back”
It was when he began retrieving her small frame from the darkness when the view of jiggling buttocks before his lascivious eyes became a gift to precious to pass up.
She wriggled backward slightly and her legs started flailing about and to his absolute delight the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her bum cheeks.
He could hear her muttering as she wriggled again and then wispy strands of curly red hair appeared visible against her white thigh.
Then there was another wriggle and he was rewarded with a view of her lips.
“Lovely” he said
“What was that?” she called but her ignored her because oportunity had knocked for the great bear.
Instead of possitioning her in the best place to extricate her he chose the best attitude for him to indulge himself.
He shuffled slightly to his right and turned Nikki so she was effectively on her side and lifted her upper leg and began kissing her exposed thigh.
“What was that” she asked with alarm “That wasn’t cobwebs”
In lieu of reply he used his great thumb to pull her knickers aside and then he noshed her.
“Oh God” she moaned “Stop that right now, we’ll get caught”
“Christine won’t come up here, she’s a wus” he replied as he opened her up to receive his tongue
“Oh God” she yelled
“Is everything ok up there?” Christine shouted
“Yes” Markus replied “We need to move a load of boxes to retrieve the Angel, we might be a while”
“Oh ok, I’ll go and put the kettle on”
“Good idea” he said and returned to his task
“You must stop” she pleaded “someone will come”
“And that will be you baby” he replied and pushed her thighs as wide open as he could but she was still completely accessible to him and he sipped from her fresh pink clamshell.
Nikki squirmed as his tongue explored the petals of her pussy.
Had he not heard her cum with that delicious sound she always made he would still have known the precise moment of bliss because he felt her body go rigid plus there was other evidence on her lips.
After he had noshed her juicy pussy to climax he retrieved her lips panting little body and lowered her to the floor.
“You are a very dirty boy” she sighed as she hugged him “And you used to be so shy”
“Are you complaining?”
“No I’m not” she replied definitely
“Good, let’s go to an empty chalet so I can get dirtier” he suggested so they delayed putting up the decoration until after he’d split her crimson whiskers in chalet 69.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (250) An Indifferent Damsel in Distress
(Part 01)
It was in the early nineties Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, It 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, big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and 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 said 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.
While he stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and burying 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 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 in the spare room.
The reason for her distress on that first occasion 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”.
Subsequent visits and tales of woe followed some were truthful and some were fabricated just because she was horny.
He wasn’t really too concerned whether it was a sympathy shag or pure unadulterated lust as long as he got his end away.
(Part 02)
A brief affair followed their 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”.
Subsequent visits and tales of woe followed some were truthful and some were fabricated just because she was horny.
He wasn’t really too concerned whether it was a sympathy shag or pure unadulterated lust as long as he got his end away.
Although they always had sex on her visits to the house while Amanda was away, on whatever pretext, that was after all her primary reason for going there, however when Amanda was at home they always acted with complete indifference toward each other.
And there smoke screen clearly worked as Amanda would always apologize to him for inviting her or thank him for putting up with her.
However on one particular occasion he found it difficult to maintain his unfeeling stance, in fact he couldn’t keep his hand off her.
It was Amanda’s birthday and they had a BBQ in the garden with around 30 guests, one of whom was Eleanor.
As was her custom at the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees, pale blue with a fine white vertical pinstripe over a bright red cropped t-shirt and when he spied through the side slit he noticed she was wearing big red knickers.
And it was the red knickers which got his heart racing.
He stood for a moment admiring her tidy little derriere, as she bent over the freezer and as she stood up from her task he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed straight for her breasts, but alas she was too quick for him and she thwarted his attack.
“Will you behave” she said “Amanda will see”
“Amanda is pissed” he replied
“Amanda is merry and still sober enough to notice you groping her friend” she replied but smiled a toothy smile.
About half an hour later he was staring through the kitchen window watching his quarry as she bent over picking up a black sack full of rubbish and her dungaree’s stretched tight across her well-defined little buttocks so he slipped quietly into the room and when he was right behind her he squeezed one tender cheek.
“Don’t you ever give up?” She said and slapped him hard on the arm.
“Oh go on just one more squeeze” he pleaded
“Honestly I don’t know what’s gotten into you today”
“I know what I want to get into you” he replied with a leer.
Ellie shook her head and frowned as she left the kitchen and a moment later Amanda appeared from the opposite direction.
“I wish you two could learn to get on” she said
“I know love” he said “I am trying to get on with her”
(Part 03)
When the time came for the birthday cake everyone was crowding around the birthday girl and Eleanor was at the back of the group standing on tiptoe trying to get a better look when Greg crept up behind her and put both hands inside her dungarees and went straight up to her bra and began to unfasten it.
“Stop it” she said and pushed him away.
But minutes later he tried the very same move again
“Stop trying to undo my bra” she whispered
“Well go and take it off and then I won’t have to” he whispered back
Ellie stood and looked at him for a second as the crowd moved back out into the garden and then she slipped into the downstairs toilet.
Greg was sitting at the kitchen table when Ellie returned and looked at him as she stood beside her bag and took her bra from her dungarees pocket and let it dangle from her hand momentarily before letting it drop into her bag, then she gave him a filthy leer as she reached into her other pocket and then dangled her big red knickers from her hand and dropped them on top of her bra.
“Are you two still winding each other up” Amanda barked and went back outside.
“I’d better go” she said
“And I think you had better come with me” he said and took her hand and pulled her into the downstairs loo
“What are you doing?” she said
“What I’ve wanted to do all day” he replied and kissed her
Greg was sitting on the toilet with Ellie sitting on his knee, the front of her dungarees was in her lap and he was playing with her tittie as she tongued his ear.
He left her erect nipple and looked into her eyes as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant straw coloured curly bush.
Greg’s hand dallied in there and she held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment his digit parted her lips and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
He frigged her until he brought her to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.
Ellie was panting in his ear and she said
“I want more”
“Do you?”
“Oh God yes”
“Well if you get a migraine then you can have it” he replied
He was sitting in the kitchen again when Amanda walked unsteadily in and slurred
“I know you don’t like her darling but could you please be a dear and take Eleanor home, she has migraine”
“Of course” he replied
The journey wasn’t a long one and Greg made it even shorter by driving especially fast as his horny passenger was fingering her minge all the way there and the moment they got through her front door she shed her dungarees and got on her hands and knees and he did het on all fours in the hallway.
It was in the early nineties Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, It 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, big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and 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 said 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.
While he stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and burying 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 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 in the spare room.
The reason for her distress on that first occasion 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”.
Subsequent visits and tales of woe followed some were truthful and some were fabricated just because she was horny.
He wasn’t really too concerned whether it was a sympathy shag or pure unadulterated lust as long as he got his end away.
(Part 02)
A brief affair followed their 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”.
Subsequent visits and tales of woe followed some were truthful and some were fabricated just because she was horny.
He wasn’t really too concerned whether it was a sympathy shag or pure unadulterated lust as long as he got his end away.
Although they always had sex on her visits to the house while Amanda was away, on whatever pretext, that was after all her primary reason for going there, however when Amanda was at home they always acted with complete indifference toward each other.
And there smoke screen clearly worked as Amanda would always apologize to him for inviting her or thank him for putting up with her.
However on one particular occasion he found it difficult to maintain his unfeeling stance, in fact he couldn’t keep his hand off her.
It was Amanda’s birthday and they had a BBQ in the garden with around 30 guests, one of whom was Eleanor.
As was her custom at the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees, pale blue with a fine white vertical pinstripe over a bright red cropped t-shirt and when he spied through the side slit he noticed she was wearing big red knickers.
And it was the red knickers which got his heart racing.
He stood for a moment admiring her tidy little derriere, as she bent over the freezer and as she stood up from her task he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed straight for her breasts, but alas she was too quick for him and she thwarted his attack.
“Will you behave” she said “Amanda will see”
“Amanda is pissed” he replied
“Amanda is merry and still sober enough to notice you groping her friend” she replied but smiled a toothy smile.
About half an hour later he was staring through the kitchen window watching his quarry as she bent over picking up a black sack full of rubbish and her dungaree’s stretched tight across her well-defined little buttocks so he slipped quietly into the room and when he was right behind her he squeezed one tender cheek.
“Don’t you ever give up?” She said and slapped him hard on the arm.
“Oh go on just one more squeeze” he pleaded
“Honestly I don’t know what’s gotten into you today”
“I know what I want to get into you” he replied with a leer.
Ellie shook her head and frowned as she left the kitchen and a moment later Amanda appeared from the opposite direction.
“I wish you two could learn to get on” she said
“I know love” he said “I am trying to get on with her”
(Part 03)
When the time came for the birthday cake everyone was crowding around the birthday girl and Eleanor was at the back of the group standing on tiptoe trying to get a better look when Greg crept up behind her and put both hands inside her dungarees and went straight up to her bra and began to unfasten it.
“Stop it” she said and pushed him away.
But minutes later he tried the very same move again
“Stop trying to undo my bra” she whispered
“Well go and take it off and then I won’t have to” he whispered back
Ellie stood and looked at him for a second as the crowd moved back out into the garden and then she slipped into the downstairs toilet.
Greg was sitting at the kitchen table when Ellie returned and looked at him as she stood beside her bag and took her bra from her dungarees pocket and let it dangle from her hand momentarily before letting it drop into her bag, then she gave him a filthy leer as she reached into her other pocket and then dangled her big red knickers from her hand and dropped them on top of her bra.
“Are you two still winding each other up” Amanda barked and went back outside.
“I’d better go” she said
“And I think you had better come with me” he said and took her hand and pulled her into the downstairs loo
“What are you doing?” she said
“What I’ve wanted to do all day” he replied and kissed her
Greg was sitting on the toilet with Ellie sitting on his knee, the front of her dungarees was in her lap and he was playing with her tittie as she tongued his ear.
He left her erect nipple and looked into her eyes as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant straw coloured curly bush.
Greg’s hand dallied in there and she held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment his digit parted her lips and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
He frigged her until he brought her to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.
Ellie was panting in his ear and she said
“I want more”
“Do you?”
“Oh God yes”
“Well if you get a migraine then you can have it” he replied
He was sitting in the kitchen again when Amanda walked unsteadily in and slurred
“I know you don’t like her darling but could you please be a dear and take Eleanor home, she has migraine”
“Of course” he replied
The journey wasn’t a long one and Greg made it even shorter by driving especially fast as his horny passenger was fingering her minge all the way there and the moment they got through her front door she shed her dungarees and got on her hands and knees and he did het on all fours in the hallway.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (249) The Purplemere Verger – After Evensong
(Part 01)
Mark Tams had been in and out of hospital for the ten years following a bad car accident just after his 15th birthday.
But he felt reborn when he and Annette Cook gave each other their innocence.
She was also 25 and was the verger at St Agatha’s where her Uncle, Jim Huggett, was the vicar.
Annette was a beautiful strawberry blonde with pale skin and freckled cheeks with whom he had fallen in love and she with him.
Annette worked for the Downshire and District Building Society in the Purplemere branch and Mark worked across the street at the Downshire Journal and when they could they would meet up for lunch.
“Are we going to see each other tonight?” He asked just before they went their separate ways.
“I have Evensong but we can meet at the vicarage afterwards” she replied
“Deal” Mark said and kissed her goodbye
He got back home about 6pm and went home to change before going to the vicarage to meet Annette.
Some days they would travel home together but when she had Evensong she always got an earlier train.
As he made the short walk from his home to the vicarage feeling rather proud of himself, proud of her, and proud that she was his girlfriend.
He had fancied her for so long, and the Purplemere Verger ticked all of his boxes and he wanted her to be more than just his girlfriend.
And it wasn’t just because of the sex, which was amazing and getting better all the time, she was his soulmate and he hoped she was his.
He was thinking that hopefully he could bring her from the shadows to bathe in the light of his love and lust.
He would just have to ask her and hope he wouldn’t scare her away.
So as he walked up to the front door of the vicarage he had the ring in his pocket.
But as soon as she opened the door to him he forgot it was there because of the way Annette was dressed, she was still wearing her vestments.
This was not normal, her usual routine was to change in the vestry before going home, but she had not done that, and that distracted him from his proposal because she clearly had a proposal of her own.
He wasn’t sure what she had in store for him but he knew it would be well worth the wait to find out.
If Annette was to give him a salacious invitation to canoodle, it certainly wasn’t going to go unaccepted.
Even if there was a lack of attraction, which there was not, what she was wearing would have done the trick on its own, he liked uniforms and outfits, and even though they were both good Christians her vestments certainly didn’t put him off.
It was probably a combination of the fact that she was almost a woman of the cloth, he thought a verger counted, and their faith which made it extra saucy.
The whole prospect of making love a Verger, in costume, had left him quite aroused.
He was sitting on the sofa watching her as she flitted around the room with her white surplice over her full length cassock, clumping about in the stout ankle boots with her Barbie pink socks showing above them.
“So where’s the vicar?” he asked innocently
“He’s gone to Mornington to dine with the St George’s at the Manor”
But it was as she bent over to pick up her coat that the realization hit him.
“You’re naked under that cassock aren’t you?” he said and she turned to look at him and blushed.
“You dirty little verger”
(Part 02)
“You’re naked under that cassock aren’t you?” he said and she turned to look at him and blushed.
“You dirty little verger”
In her embarrassment she tried to rush past him but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the sofa and pinned her down.
She was blushing scarlet red and hid her face behind a cushion.
“So did you do the whole service like that?”
He teased
“No I did not” she said adamantly “I’m not a tart”
“You’re very sexy though” he said “So when did you divest yourself of your clothes?”
“In the vestry” she replied from behind the cushion
“So you walked from the church like that?” he enquired
“Yes but it was dark and no one could see” Annette said defensively as she emerged from behind the soft furnishings.
“I’m only teasing” he said and laughed
“I don’t think it’s funny” she said and tried to escape his clutches
“Ow” she yelped
“What’s wrong?”
“Something dug in my thigh” she replied
“Oh yes, I almost forgot” he said and reached in his pocket and brought out a ring box
“What’s that?” she asked in a whisper
“Nothing important” he replied
“Then why was it in your pocket?”
“Well it was something I thought you might like but now I’m not so sure” he replied enigmatically
“I’m sure I would like it” she offered
“Well, I don’t know” he mused and then after he thought he had tortured her enough he added
“But as I have it here you might as well see it”
So he opened the box and showed her and she gasped
“It’s beautiful”
“Do you like it?” he asked
“I really do” she replied as she stared at it
“Good” he said and snapped the box shut and put it back in his pocket
“I just wanted your opinion, it’s for Daisy at the petrol station”
“But…” she began in disbelief
“I suppose if you really like it you can have it, but on one condition” he said taking from his pocket
“What condition?” she said sadly
“You have to marry me” he said
“What?”
“You have to marry me” he repeated
“You want to marry me?” she asked in disbelief
“Absolutely” he said “but if you don’t want to I can always ask Daisy”
“Don’t you dare” she said and snatched the box from his hand
“Is that a yes then?” he asked as she slipped the ring on her finger
“Yes, yes, yes” she replied and punctuated each affirmative with a kiss
“Good, now can the dirty verger come out to play?”
Her only reply was to pull the bottom of her cassock up to her knees.
As it was a celebratory coupling Annette wanted it to be the same tender way as on their first time.
She began to writhe beneath him and lick her lips as he entered again and he had to work so hard to control the urge to up the tempo as he normally would have done, Mark had to suppress his animal urges, to give her a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual.
Annette squirmed beneath him as she reached that ecstatic point, the blissful zone between being anchored to the ground and the gravity defying release followed by toe curling orgasm.
She looked up at him as she moaned loudly and writhed beneath him and then she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that spurred him on to his own climax and she cried out
“Oh Mark”
He kissed her hot panting mouth and when their lips parted he asked
“Was that what you had in mind?”
“Yes, sweetheart” she replied then he kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around his neck and let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh.
Mark Tams had been in and out of hospital for the ten years following a bad car accident just after his 15th birthday.
But he felt reborn when he and Annette Cook gave each other their innocence.
She was also 25 and was the verger at St Agatha’s where her Uncle, Jim Huggett, was the vicar.
Annette was a beautiful strawberry blonde with pale skin and freckled cheeks with whom he had fallen in love and she with him.
Annette worked for the Downshire and District Building Society in the Purplemere branch and Mark worked across the street at the Downshire Journal and when they could they would meet up for lunch.
“Are we going to see each other tonight?” He asked just before they went their separate ways.
“I have Evensong but we can meet at the vicarage afterwards” she replied
“Deal” Mark said and kissed her goodbye
He got back home about 6pm and went home to change before going to the vicarage to meet Annette.
Some days they would travel home together but when she had Evensong she always got an earlier train.
As he made the short walk from his home to the vicarage feeling rather proud of himself, proud of her, and proud that she was his girlfriend.
He had fancied her for so long, and the Purplemere Verger ticked all of his boxes and he wanted her to be more than just his girlfriend.
And it wasn’t just because of the sex, which was amazing and getting better all the time, she was his soulmate and he hoped she was his.
He was thinking that hopefully he could bring her from the shadows to bathe in the light of his love and lust.
He would just have to ask her and hope he wouldn’t scare her away.
So as he walked up to the front door of the vicarage he had the ring in his pocket.
But as soon as she opened the door to him he forgot it was there because of the way Annette was dressed, she was still wearing her vestments.
This was not normal, her usual routine was to change in the vestry before going home, but she had not done that, and that distracted him from his proposal because she clearly had a proposal of her own.
He wasn’t sure what she had in store for him but he knew it would be well worth the wait to find out.
If Annette was to give him a salacious invitation to canoodle, it certainly wasn’t going to go unaccepted.
Even if there was a lack of attraction, which there was not, what she was wearing would have done the trick on its own, he liked uniforms and outfits, and even though they were both good Christians her vestments certainly didn’t put him off.
It was probably a combination of the fact that she was almost a woman of the cloth, he thought a verger counted, and their faith which made it extra saucy.
The whole prospect of making love a Verger, in costume, had left him quite aroused.
He was sitting on the sofa watching her as she flitted around the room with her white surplice over her full length cassock, clumping about in the stout ankle boots with her Barbie pink socks showing above them.
“So where’s the vicar?” he asked innocently
“He’s gone to Mornington to dine with the St George’s at the Manor”
But it was as she bent over to pick up her coat that the realization hit him.
“You’re naked under that cassock aren’t you?” he said and she turned to look at him and blushed.
“You dirty little verger”
(Part 02)
“You’re naked under that cassock aren’t you?” he said and she turned to look at him and blushed.
“You dirty little verger”
In her embarrassment she tried to rush past him but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the sofa and pinned her down.
She was blushing scarlet red and hid her face behind a cushion.
“So did you do the whole service like that?”
He teased
“No I did not” she said adamantly “I’m not a tart”
“You’re very sexy though” he said “So when did you divest yourself of your clothes?”
“In the vestry” she replied from behind the cushion
“So you walked from the church like that?” he enquired
“Yes but it was dark and no one could see” Annette said defensively as she emerged from behind the soft furnishings.
“I’m only teasing” he said and laughed
“I don’t think it’s funny” she said and tried to escape his clutches
“Ow” she yelped
“What’s wrong?”
“Something dug in my thigh” she replied
“Oh yes, I almost forgot” he said and reached in his pocket and brought out a ring box
“What’s that?” she asked in a whisper
“Nothing important” he replied
“Then why was it in your pocket?”
“Well it was something I thought you might like but now I’m not so sure” he replied enigmatically
“I’m sure I would like it” she offered
“Well, I don’t know” he mused and then after he thought he had tortured her enough he added
“But as I have it here you might as well see it”
So he opened the box and showed her and she gasped
“It’s beautiful”
“Do you like it?” he asked
“I really do” she replied as she stared at it
“Good” he said and snapped the box shut and put it back in his pocket
“I just wanted your opinion, it’s for Daisy at the petrol station”
“But…” she began in disbelief
“I suppose if you really like it you can have it, but on one condition” he said taking from his pocket
“What condition?” she said sadly
“You have to marry me” he said
“What?”
“You have to marry me” he repeated
“You want to marry me?” she asked in disbelief
“Absolutely” he said “but if you don’t want to I can always ask Daisy”
“Don’t you dare” she said and snatched the box from his hand
“Is that a yes then?” he asked as she slipped the ring on her finger
“Yes, yes, yes” she replied and punctuated each affirmative with a kiss
“Good, now can the dirty verger come out to play?”
Her only reply was to pull the bottom of her cassock up to her knees.
As it was a celebratory coupling Annette wanted it to be the same tender way as on their first time.
She began to writhe beneath him and lick her lips as he entered again and he had to work so hard to control the urge to up the tempo as he normally would have done, Mark had to suppress his animal urges, to give her a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual.
Annette squirmed beneath him as she reached that ecstatic point, the blissful zone between being anchored to the ground and the gravity defying release followed by toe curling orgasm.
She looked up at him as she moaned loudly and writhed beneath him and then she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that spurred him on to his own climax and she cried out
“Oh Mark”
He kissed her hot panting mouth and when their lips parted he asked
“Was that what you had in mind?”
“Yes, sweetheart” she replied then he kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around his neck and let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (248) Ice Cream Sunday
It was a hot sultry Sunday afternoon in Childean and Shelley Lord was as hot and sultry as the weather.
But with the children running in and out every five minutes nothing was going to happen to take the edge off unless she went upstairs and gave herself a cheeky finger.
So she just carried on watching TV with her husband Frank and tried not to think about cock, but they were watching an episode of “Game of Thrones” so it was proving very difficult.
“Thank God” She said when she heard the tell-tale chimes of the ice cream van playing “colonel bogey” in Shallowfield Road,
“Nothing says come and get an ice-cream more than “Hitler has only got one ball”“ Frank said as the children came running in from the garden
“Ice cream, Ice cream” they called
“Just a minute kids, Dad will give you some money” Shelley shouted to them and more quietly to Frank she said “Then Daddy can make mummy scream”
Frank gave Shelley a filthy leer and dug around in his shorts pocket and brought out a couple of two pound coins which he handed over to the children and almost before the front door closed Shelley and Frank were out of their seats and heading for the stairs.
But with the children running in and out every five minutes nothing was going to happen to take the edge off unless she went upstairs and gave herself a cheeky finger.
So she just carried on watching TV with her husband Frank and tried not to think about cock, but they were watching an episode of “Game of Thrones” so it was proving very difficult.
“Thank God” She said when she heard the tell-tale chimes of the ice cream van playing “colonel bogey” in Shallowfield Road,
“Nothing says come and get an ice-cream more than “Hitler has only got one ball”“ Frank said as the children came running in from the garden
“Ice cream, Ice cream” they called
“Just a minute kids, Dad will give you some money” Shelley shouted to them and more quietly to Frank she said “Then Daddy can make mummy scream”
Frank gave Shelley a filthy leer and dug around in his shorts pocket and brought out a couple of two pound coins which he handed over to the children and almost before the front door closed Shelley and Frank were out of their seats and heading for the stairs.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (247) Playing the Cellist
Erika Dobie loved music, it was her life, and she played cello for the Downshire Symphony Orchestra, but although music was her first love, it wasn’t her only love.
Second place in her heart went to Paul Scott, the only problem was getting him to make a move.
She knew that his reluctance wasn’t because he didn’t feel the same as her it was just that he was desperately shy.
But Erika had lost her heart to Paul and failure to win his was not an option so she put her plan into operation.
The Downshire Symphony Orchestra had their headquarters in Finchbottom where they had a large rehearsal space as well as smaller soundproof rooms for individual practice.
Paul was the centre manager for the DSO and was always the last one to leave and always did a walk around before he turned the lights off and locked up.
So it would be late at night and in one of the booths where she would set her trap.
So it was late on Friday evening as Paul Scott was doing his rounds that he heard the strains of Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 emanating from one of the small rooms.
It was Paul’s favourite piece so Erika knew it would get his attention.
He peered in through the half open door and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Erika sitting in the middle of the room facing him
The great polished instrument between her long black stocking clad legs, her wavy red hair dancing across her naked shoulders and brushing her alabaster skin and but for her stockings she wore nothing but a smile.
Without speaking he walked into the room and locked the door behind him and his eyes never left her while she played and he circled the beautiful pale skinned cellist perched on a stool and he drank in her nakedness along with the Bach.
After his third circuit he stopped and knelt behind her and kissed her shoulder as his hands cupped her round white breasts.
“Do you like the Bach?” she asked
“I love the Bach” he replied and kissed her neck as his fingertips combed through her ginger bush before descending into her moist crevice.
Erika uttered no protest and continued playing faultlessly despite him making her wriggle and squirm on the stool while she played her instrument and he played her.
However eventually his rhythmic fiddling disrupted the rhythm of hers and she lay down her Cello and he lay her over the stool.
Second place in her heart went to Paul Scott, the only problem was getting him to make a move.
She knew that his reluctance wasn’t because he didn’t feel the same as her it was just that he was desperately shy.
But Erika had lost her heart to Paul and failure to win his was not an option so she put her plan into operation.
The Downshire Symphony Orchestra had their headquarters in Finchbottom where they had a large rehearsal space as well as smaller soundproof rooms for individual practice.
Paul was the centre manager for the DSO and was always the last one to leave and always did a walk around before he turned the lights off and locked up.
So it would be late at night and in one of the booths where she would set her trap.
So it was late on Friday evening as Paul Scott was doing his rounds that he heard the strains of Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 emanating from one of the small rooms.
It was Paul’s favourite piece so Erika knew it would get his attention.
He peered in through the half open door and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Erika sitting in the middle of the room facing him
The great polished instrument between her long black stocking clad legs, her wavy red hair dancing across her naked shoulders and brushing her alabaster skin and but for her stockings she wore nothing but a smile.
Without speaking he walked into the room and locked the door behind him and his eyes never left her while she played and he circled the beautiful pale skinned cellist perched on a stool and he drank in her nakedness along with the Bach.
After his third circuit he stopped and knelt behind her and kissed her shoulder as his hands cupped her round white breasts.
“Do you like the Bach?” she asked
“I love the Bach” he replied and kissed her neck as his fingertips combed through her ginger bush before descending into her moist crevice.
Erika uttered no protest and continued playing faultlessly despite him making her wriggle and squirm on the stool while she played her instrument and he played her.
However eventually his rhythmic fiddling disrupted the rhythm of hers and she lay down her Cello and he lay her over the stool.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (246) A Rude Awakening
Don Gonye drove the short distance from Finchbottom to Middle Gracewood as he returned home after a month away in California and his head was full of thoughts of his lovely wife Lizzie.
It was 11pm when he pulled onto the drive and the house was in darkness so he got out of the car and smiled because that meant she was in bed which was exactly where he wanted her.
Don deposited his bags in the hall and went straight upstairs where he quietly opened the bedroom door and peered in.
Lizzie was on her back lying naked on the bed bathed in pale moonlight so he quickly undressed on the landing and then crept into the room and joined her.
He lay beside her and kissed her lips but she didn’t respond, so he decided he should wake her up, beginning with her nipples and having teased them to erection he took them in his mouth in turn.
Don left her swollen saliva coated teats and watched her face for signs of wakefulness as his hand drifted across her belly to her neatly trimmed bush.
His hand dallied there briefly before coming to rest on her mound and she held her breath in anticipation of its progress so he knew she was only pretending to sleep, so after a moment his finger parted her lips like a hot knife through butter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
The first strokes of his finger on her pussy just added to her lip creaming, and the subsequent ones had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath his hand and lick her lips.
When he slipped two fingers into her cunny she murmured in response to his penetration but despite his fervent attentions she still pretended to be asleep.
So having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night long he decided on a change of tack, in order to awaken her before he mounted her, or rather get her to wake from her pretend slumber.
Don poked his finger as deep into his pussy as he could get it and made sure it was well coated with her cum when he withdrew it and then he screwed it up her tight anus and Lizzie gave a little squeal and then she was wide awake.
“You dirty bastard” she said and kissed him and he positioned himself between her thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and made her suck in air through her teeth.
“Oh Don” She said and closed her eyes again as her penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish beneath him.
It was 11pm when he pulled onto the drive and the house was in darkness so he got out of the car and smiled because that meant she was in bed which was exactly where he wanted her.
Don deposited his bags in the hall and went straight upstairs where he quietly opened the bedroom door and peered in.
Lizzie was on her back lying naked on the bed bathed in pale moonlight so he quickly undressed on the landing and then crept into the room and joined her.
He lay beside her and kissed her lips but she didn’t respond, so he decided he should wake her up, beginning with her nipples and having teased them to erection he took them in his mouth in turn.
Don left her swollen saliva coated teats and watched her face for signs of wakefulness as his hand drifted across her belly to her neatly trimmed bush.
His hand dallied there briefly before coming to rest on her mound and she held her breath in anticipation of its progress so he knew she was only pretending to sleep, so after a moment his finger parted her lips like a hot knife through butter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
The first strokes of his finger on her pussy just added to her lip creaming, and the subsequent ones had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath his hand and lick her lips.
When he slipped two fingers into her cunny she murmured in response to his penetration but despite his fervent attentions she still pretended to be asleep.
So having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night long he decided on a change of tack, in order to awaken her before he mounted her, or rather get her to wake from her pretend slumber.
Don poked his finger as deep into his pussy as he could get it and made sure it was well coated with her cum when he withdrew it and then he screwed it up her tight anus and Lizzie gave a little squeal and then she was wide awake.
“You dirty bastard” she said and kissed him and he positioned himself between her thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and made her suck in air through her teeth.
“Oh Don” She said and closed her eyes again as her penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish beneath him.
Wednesday 28 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (245) Under the Sharpington Pier
Sarah Filsell was on holiday at Sharpington with her husband and two small children and they were staying at the Seaview Hotel on the sea front, which was where she met John Crowther.
She was a 30 year old neglected housewife who was incredibly frustrated by the lack of attention from her husband and the quiet young man from the Hotel went out of his way to make her feel special, he smiled at her, he flattered her and furthermore he flirted with her.
But she would never have dreamt of taking it any further, but on Monday morning fate took a hand.
It all started after breakfast when Sarah’s husband Geoff told her she should wear a one piece swimsuit to the beach as nobody would want to look at her in a bikini.
An argument ensued, followed by a silent walk down to the beach where Geoff said
“Come on kids lets go down to the water for a paddle while mummy sits here and sulks”
“Go to hell” she retorted and stormed off towards the pier at the same time John Crowther was walking along the beach towards the pier from the opposite direction.
Sarah was furious as she stomped her way across the sand muttering under her breath.
She was angry because she did look good in a bikini despite being 30 and given birth to two children and men did still find her attractive, but mainly she was angry because she had let him make her feel worthless and unattractive, again.
So when she walked under the pier and met John coming the other way she jumped him, pushing him back against a metal support and planted a kiss on his mouth before he had chance to say hello.
And the moment their lips met her juices began to flow and her frustration came to the fore and once the genie was out of the bottle there was no way she was going to get it back in.
So she unzipped his fly and tugged his cock out.
“God I want this so bad” she moaned
“But how can we?” John asked “I can’t take your swimsuit off someone might come along”
“Just go up the leg” she told him
“Will that work?” he asked naively
“Of course it will” she snapped
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure” Sarah said crossly “I want it”
“Only if you really want me too”
“Just do it” she urged and with her left hand she pulled the gusset of her costume aside to reveal her pink moist pussy.
And then she leant against the support and John stepped up behind her using the crease between her cheeks he guided his cock to its juicy destination.
“Oh that feels so good” Sarah said as skewered her “So good and so dirty”
She gripped the support with white knuckled hands as his deep penetrations entered her syrupy quim until her screams were lost amidst the seagulls cries.
A year later Sarah had left Geoff and was living in Sharpington with the children and was being regularly serviced by John, under the pier, on the pier, on the beach, in the park or in one of the vacant rooms in the hotel, basically anywhere she could get it.
She was a 30 year old neglected housewife who was incredibly frustrated by the lack of attention from her husband and the quiet young man from the Hotel went out of his way to make her feel special, he smiled at her, he flattered her and furthermore he flirted with her.
But she would never have dreamt of taking it any further, but on Monday morning fate took a hand.
It all started after breakfast when Sarah’s husband Geoff told her she should wear a one piece swimsuit to the beach as nobody would want to look at her in a bikini.
An argument ensued, followed by a silent walk down to the beach where Geoff said
“Come on kids lets go down to the water for a paddle while mummy sits here and sulks”
“Go to hell” she retorted and stormed off towards the pier at the same time John Crowther was walking along the beach towards the pier from the opposite direction.
Sarah was furious as she stomped her way across the sand muttering under her breath.
She was angry because she did look good in a bikini despite being 30 and given birth to two children and men did still find her attractive, but mainly she was angry because she had let him make her feel worthless and unattractive, again.
So when she walked under the pier and met John coming the other way she jumped him, pushing him back against a metal support and planted a kiss on his mouth before he had chance to say hello.
And the moment their lips met her juices began to flow and her frustration came to the fore and once the genie was out of the bottle there was no way she was going to get it back in.
So she unzipped his fly and tugged his cock out.
“God I want this so bad” she moaned
“But how can we?” John asked “I can’t take your swimsuit off someone might come along”
“Just go up the leg” she told him
“Will that work?” he asked naively
“Of course it will” she snapped
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure” Sarah said crossly “I want it”
“Only if you really want me too”
“Just do it” she urged and with her left hand she pulled the gusset of her costume aside to reveal her pink moist pussy.
And then she leant against the support and John stepped up behind her using the crease between her cheeks he guided his cock to its juicy destination.
“Oh that feels so good” Sarah said as skewered her “So good and so dirty”
She gripped the support with white knuckled hands as his deep penetrations entered her syrupy quim until her screams were lost amidst the seagulls cries.
A year later Sarah had left Geoff and was living in Sharpington with the children and was being regularly serviced by John, under the pier, on the pier, on the beach, in the park or in one of the vacant rooms in the hotel, basically anywhere she could get it.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (244) Family Christmas Tradition
(Part 01)
David Shoreman thought he had drawn the short straw when he had to drive from the family home in Abbottsford to pick up his 2nd cousin Clare Pilkington from Dulcet St Mary on December 23rd.
But it was family tradition for the clan to gather together at Christmas and even though Cousin Clare was a pain in the arse she had to be got and it was his turn.
Although they were the same age, 35ish, were both single and shared a great grandfather, they had nothing in common whatsoever because he was an outgoing, personable and fun loving, whereas Clare was a dried up old witch, in his opinion anyway.
Clare lived alone in a big house, which she once shared with her deceased brother and parents, she didn’t socialize, she had never had a boyfriend or girlfriend for that matter and apart from the annual sojourn to Abbottsford for Christmas she was a bit of a recluse.
She wasn’t really liked within the family in fact she was barely tolerated.
But the truth of the matter was they didn’t really know her and made little or no attempt to rectify that situation.
As he left Abbottsford it started to snow and the snow that had fallen ten days earlier was still evident on the ground so the fresh fall quickly settled.
He wasn’t keen on driving in the snow, and he didn’t like driving to Dulcet St Mary either, doing it in the snow just made it worse so he drove very cautiously.
It was apparent that the snow was coming from the direction he was heading because as he was driving between the Finchbottom Expressway and the Dulcets the snow on the road was getting significantly deeper so he went even more cautiously until he finally arrived.
Clare looked the same as usual with her fine brunette hair scraped back off her face giving her a severe “Croydon facelift” appearance.
She also wore the familiar black pinafore dress over a grey blouse and black wooly tights.
There was a polite though monosyllabic exchange of words on his arrival but he urged haste on the basis of the weather and she quickly locked her front door while David put her case in the car.
“I’m not sure how long it’s going to take to get to Abbottsford in this mess” he said as they set off
“I like the snow” she remarked
“Me too” he agreed “but not for driving in”
The road back to the Finchbottom Expressway was impassable so they tried the road to Shallowfield however they only got as far as Mornington and had to turn back.
There was another route across the Vale that went through Clarence but the likelihood that it was passable was severely in question.
“It looks like we’ll have to stay at yours and try again in the morning” he said
“Ok” she responded
(Part 02)
When they got back to the house he couldn’t get the car all the way up the slope of the driveway so he had to leave it where he came to a stop.
It was only ten yards from the car to the front door but the snow was calf deep so by the time they reached the sanctuary of her house the snow had got into their footwear and Clare’s thick woolly tights were wet through.
“Make yourself at home” she said and ran upstairs
David took off his coat and wet shoes and walked into the lounge and took out his phone.
“Where are you?” His sister Karen asked crossly “we were getting worried”
“I’m at Clare’s” he replied
“What still?”
“Yes, the roads are blocked so I’m staying here for the night and we’ll try again in the morning”
“So you’re spending the night with Cruella?” Karen said and laughed
“I hope you’re going to behave yourself”
“Very funny” he retorted
“Good luck” Karen said
Just then he heard Clare descending the stairs so he said
“I’ll see you tomorrow”
Clare walked into the room and she had lost the “Croydon facelift” look and as her hair had been shaken out and tumbled onto her shoulders.
She had also lost the black pinafore dress, the grey blouse and black wooly tights, instead she had on a full length pink fluffy dressing gown, pink socks and pink bunny slippers, an altogether more frivolous version of Clare than he had ever seen before.
In her arms she was carrying some clothes.
“It’s only joggers and socks” she said “they were Clive’s, he was about your size”
Clive was her brother, who died in the same car accident that took her parents.
“Thanks” he said still reeling from the softer pinker Clare.
But despite the fluffy exterior she was still the same monosyllabic woman as before.
That was at least until she opened the first of several bottles of wine and then she didn’t stop talking.
Due to the snowy weather, which was showing no sign of abating, he was a captive audience as she sat and drank wine she slowly revealed herself.
After Clare opened the third bottle of wine she proceeded to reveal more and more about herself with every drink, but the more she drank the more she tended to ramble and she spoke a lot about time and sands running through her fingers and choices and not knowing, but he couldn’t really follow her train of thought very easily as the alcohol had taken its toll, so before she could open a fourth bottle of wine he took the initiative decided to steer her up to her room.
(Part 03)
Once they reached her bedroom door he had to wedge her against the door jamb while he opened the door, unfortunately as the door swung open she fell into the room.
Dave instinctively reached out and grabbed her in an effort to prevent her from hurting herself unfortunately he overreached and fell to the floor before she did and landed on his back just in time for Clare to land on top of him.
“If you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask” she slurred before planting an almost Labrador like kiss on his mouth.
“I’m too much of a gentleman” he said after extricating himself from her embrace and struggled to his feet and helped Clare to do the same before steering her into the bedroom.
“But you’re not a gentleman” she said as he plopped her onto the bed “so there’s nothing stopping you”
She grabbed him by the lapels and planted another kiss on his mouth, much more controlled and unhurried and he started to reciprocate.
He had never noticed before but Clare was actually an attractive woman, who beneath her stern exterior was a warm open person, with an altogether pleasant demeanour.
She was not the person that the family all thought she was, she was not the persona she projected to the world.
Dave began unbuttoning her dressing gown and her kissing became more intense and she snorted through her nose.
He couldn’t believe he was in Cousin Clare’s bedroom, kissing her while he was undressing her.
His sister Karen would laugh her socks off if she knew he was snogging the “dried up old witch” and enjoying it.
It didn’t feel to him like he was fondling a witch, she was too warm, soft and tender and when his finger went between her lips he knew she wasn’t dried up either.
And when he was positioned between her thighs she stopped kissing him and said
“I thought this day would never come”
So as he looked into her eyes he slowly entered her.
On his way back from the bathroom he paused to gaze out of the landing window and the snow was still falling fast and then he climbed back into Clare’s bed and she gave a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.
“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on his chest.
“Tomorrow” he replied “if you still want me”
“Why wouldn’t I still want you?” she asked
“You may feel differently in the cold light of day” he pointed out
“I won’t” she assured him
“How can you be so sure?” he asked
“Because…”
“Because?”
“Because I’ve always wanted you” she replied
“In which case we can do it all day” he said and kissed her
“We have to drive to Abbottsford tomorrow” she pointed out
“It’s still snowing so we won’t be going anywhere tomorrow”
“What about the Family Christmas Tradition?”
“I suppose we’re just going to start our own tradition” he said
Clare lifted her head from his chest and looked at him coyly and said
“Then I hope it snows till twelfth night”
David Shoreman thought he had drawn the short straw when he had to drive from the family home in Abbottsford to pick up his 2nd cousin Clare Pilkington from Dulcet St Mary on December 23rd.
But it was family tradition for the clan to gather together at Christmas and even though Cousin Clare was a pain in the arse she had to be got and it was his turn.
Although they were the same age, 35ish, were both single and shared a great grandfather, they had nothing in common whatsoever because he was an outgoing, personable and fun loving, whereas Clare was a dried up old witch, in his opinion anyway.
Clare lived alone in a big house, which she once shared with her deceased brother and parents, she didn’t socialize, she had never had a boyfriend or girlfriend for that matter and apart from the annual sojourn to Abbottsford for Christmas she was a bit of a recluse.
She wasn’t really liked within the family in fact she was barely tolerated.
But the truth of the matter was they didn’t really know her and made little or no attempt to rectify that situation.
As he left Abbottsford it started to snow and the snow that had fallen ten days earlier was still evident on the ground so the fresh fall quickly settled.
He wasn’t keen on driving in the snow, and he didn’t like driving to Dulcet St Mary either, doing it in the snow just made it worse so he drove very cautiously.
It was apparent that the snow was coming from the direction he was heading because as he was driving between the Finchbottom Expressway and the Dulcets the snow on the road was getting significantly deeper so he went even more cautiously until he finally arrived.
Clare looked the same as usual with her fine brunette hair scraped back off her face giving her a severe “Croydon facelift” appearance.
She also wore the familiar black pinafore dress over a grey blouse and black wooly tights.
There was a polite though monosyllabic exchange of words on his arrival but he urged haste on the basis of the weather and she quickly locked her front door while David put her case in the car.
“I’m not sure how long it’s going to take to get to Abbottsford in this mess” he said as they set off
“I like the snow” she remarked
“Me too” he agreed “but not for driving in”
The road back to the Finchbottom Expressway was impassable so they tried the road to Shallowfield however they only got as far as Mornington and had to turn back.
There was another route across the Vale that went through Clarence but the likelihood that it was passable was severely in question.
“It looks like we’ll have to stay at yours and try again in the morning” he said
“Ok” she responded
(Part 02)
When they got back to the house he couldn’t get the car all the way up the slope of the driveway so he had to leave it where he came to a stop.
It was only ten yards from the car to the front door but the snow was calf deep so by the time they reached the sanctuary of her house the snow had got into their footwear and Clare’s thick woolly tights were wet through.
“Make yourself at home” she said and ran upstairs
David took off his coat and wet shoes and walked into the lounge and took out his phone.
“Where are you?” His sister Karen asked crossly “we were getting worried”
“I’m at Clare’s” he replied
“What still?”
“Yes, the roads are blocked so I’m staying here for the night and we’ll try again in the morning”
“So you’re spending the night with Cruella?” Karen said and laughed
“I hope you’re going to behave yourself”
“Very funny” he retorted
“Good luck” Karen said
Just then he heard Clare descending the stairs so he said
“I’ll see you tomorrow”
Clare walked into the room and she had lost the “Croydon facelift” look and as her hair had been shaken out and tumbled onto her shoulders.
She had also lost the black pinafore dress, the grey blouse and black wooly tights, instead she had on a full length pink fluffy dressing gown, pink socks and pink bunny slippers, an altogether more frivolous version of Clare than he had ever seen before.
In her arms she was carrying some clothes.
“It’s only joggers and socks” she said “they were Clive’s, he was about your size”
Clive was her brother, who died in the same car accident that took her parents.
“Thanks” he said still reeling from the softer pinker Clare.
But despite the fluffy exterior she was still the same monosyllabic woman as before.
That was at least until she opened the first of several bottles of wine and then she didn’t stop talking.
Due to the snowy weather, which was showing no sign of abating, he was a captive audience as she sat and drank wine she slowly revealed herself.
After Clare opened the third bottle of wine she proceeded to reveal more and more about herself with every drink, but the more she drank the more she tended to ramble and she spoke a lot about time and sands running through her fingers and choices and not knowing, but he couldn’t really follow her train of thought very easily as the alcohol had taken its toll, so before she could open a fourth bottle of wine he took the initiative decided to steer her up to her room.
(Part 03)
Once they reached her bedroom door he had to wedge her against the door jamb while he opened the door, unfortunately as the door swung open she fell into the room.
Dave instinctively reached out and grabbed her in an effort to prevent her from hurting herself unfortunately he overreached and fell to the floor before she did and landed on his back just in time for Clare to land on top of him.
“If you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask” she slurred before planting an almost Labrador like kiss on his mouth.
“I’m too much of a gentleman” he said after extricating himself from her embrace and struggled to his feet and helped Clare to do the same before steering her into the bedroom.
“But you’re not a gentleman” she said as he plopped her onto the bed “so there’s nothing stopping you”
She grabbed him by the lapels and planted another kiss on his mouth, much more controlled and unhurried and he started to reciprocate.
He had never noticed before but Clare was actually an attractive woman, who beneath her stern exterior was a warm open person, with an altogether pleasant demeanour.
She was not the person that the family all thought she was, she was not the persona she projected to the world.
Dave began unbuttoning her dressing gown and her kissing became more intense and she snorted through her nose.
He couldn’t believe he was in Cousin Clare’s bedroom, kissing her while he was undressing her.
His sister Karen would laugh her socks off if she knew he was snogging the “dried up old witch” and enjoying it.
It didn’t feel to him like he was fondling a witch, she was too warm, soft and tender and when his finger went between her lips he knew she wasn’t dried up either.
And when he was positioned between her thighs she stopped kissing him and said
“I thought this day would never come”
So as he looked into her eyes he slowly entered her.
On his way back from the bathroom he paused to gaze out of the landing window and the snow was still falling fast and then he climbed back into Clare’s bed and she gave a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.
“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on his chest.
“Tomorrow” he replied “if you still want me”
“Why wouldn’t I still want you?” she asked
“You may feel differently in the cold light of day” he pointed out
“I won’t” she assured him
“How can you be so sure?” he asked
“Because…”
“Because?”
“Because I’ve always wanted you” she replied
“In which case we can do it all day” he said and kissed her
“We have to drive to Abbottsford tomorrow” she pointed out
“It’s still snowing so we won’t be going anywhere tomorrow”
“What about the Family Christmas Tradition?”
“I suppose we’re just going to start our own tradition” he said
Clare lifted her head from his chest and looked at him coyly and said
“Then I hope it snows till twelfth night”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (243) Cup Final Day
Although he now lived in Shallowfield Pete Bailey was born and bred in Abbottsford and the third Saturday in May was a red letter day for him as his beloved Abbottsford Town “the Knights” were playing Chelsea in the FA Cup final.
Unfortunately he was unable to get a ticket and as he thought he might be reduced to tears by the occasion he elected not to watch it in the The Foresters with his mates, choosing instead to watch it at home on his own, he had even ditched his girlfriend Hannah for the day and depending on the result they would either celebrate or commiserate at the pub afterwards.
As he sat in the Black and White quartered shirt of Abbottsford Town watching the preamble he did indeed shed a tear.
It was as the echoes of “abide with me” began to fade that the knock at the door came.
He opened the door and was greeted by his very eager and affectionate girlfriend Hannah who, the instant the front door was closed launched herself at him.
He managed to fend her off long enough to ask her
“What are you doing here? We’re not supposed to be meeting up until later, “after” the cup final”
“I’m horny” she replied and put his hand on her unfettered tit
“You’re always horny” he pointed out “You’re nickname is horny Hannah”
“But its Cup Final Day” he said letting go of her breast
“And I’m horny” she reiterated
“Cup Final” he shouted
“Horny” she shouted back and wriggled out of her dress
He was positioned on the sofa behind her in such a way that he could fiddle with her exceptionally wet fanny with one hand and play with her tit with the other and still be able to watch the Football.
He managed to keep her bubbling away just under boiling point, simmering her gently, until the half time whistle blew when he brought her quickly and noisily to the boil before he speared her over the coffee table.
He was thankful for the raw unrestrained sex as it took his mind off the events on the pitch where Chelsea had Town on the back foot for the whole of the first half but were shockingly unable to score.
But when the second period kicked off he needed to concentrate and try to ignore his horny girlfriend
“What happens if Chelsea win?” she asked as she sat fingering herself in the armchair in front of him trying to distract him from the screen.
“It doesn’t really matter does it? It’s only a game”
“It’s only a game?” he asked with contempt
“Yes” she said
“Well let me give you a reason to care who wins” he said
“If Chelsea win Horny Hannah doesn’t get another shag today”
“Come on the Knights” she shouted
Time was running out and although Chelsea completely out played the Knights it was still goalless and as the match entered stoppage time it looked for all the world that the match would go to extra time.
Then midfielder Del Blackmore started to put in a run on goal straight down the middle and twenty five yards out he let fly with his left foot.
Everyone in Black and White in the Wembley crowd were on their feet, Pete was on his feet and Hannah stopped fingering her fanny as Tim Dalton, the Chelsea keeper, leapt to his right at full stretch and was left clutching thin air as the ball hit the back of the net.
Pete went absolutely crazy and was jumping up and down and there was an explosion of noise from the Wembley stands which all but drowned out the referee’s whistle Abbottsford Town had won the FA cup.
Hannah was staring at the TV with a confused look on her face
“Does that mean I get a shag now?” she asked but Pete was already kneeling in front of her armchair with his engorged cock in his hand
“Oh goody” she cheered “Up the Knights”
Unfortunately he was unable to get a ticket and as he thought he might be reduced to tears by the occasion he elected not to watch it in the The Foresters with his mates, choosing instead to watch it at home on his own, he had even ditched his girlfriend Hannah for the day and depending on the result they would either celebrate or commiserate at the pub afterwards.
As he sat in the Black and White quartered shirt of Abbottsford Town watching the preamble he did indeed shed a tear.
It was as the echoes of “abide with me” began to fade that the knock at the door came.
He opened the door and was greeted by his very eager and affectionate girlfriend Hannah who, the instant the front door was closed launched herself at him.
He managed to fend her off long enough to ask her
“What are you doing here? We’re not supposed to be meeting up until later, “after” the cup final”
“I’m horny” she replied and put his hand on her unfettered tit
“You’re always horny” he pointed out “You’re nickname is horny Hannah”
“But its Cup Final Day” he said letting go of her breast
“And I’m horny” she reiterated
“Cup Final” he shouted
“Horny” she shouted back and wriggled out of her dress
He was positioned on the sofa behind her in such a way that he could fiddle with her exceptionally wet fanny with one hand and play with her tit with the other and still be able to watch the Football.
He managed to keep her bubbling away just under boiling point, simmering her gently, until the half time whistle blew when he brought her quickly and noisily to the boil before he speared her over the coffee table.
He was thankful for the raw unrestrained sex as it took his mind off the events on the pitch where Chelsea had Town on the back foot for the whole of the first half but were shockingly unable to score.
But when the second period kicked off he needed to concentrate and try to ignore his horny girlfriend
“What happens if Chelsea win?” she asked as she sat fingering herself in the armchair in front of him trying to distract him from the screen.
“It doesn’t really matter does it? It’s only a game”
“It’s only a game?” he asked with contempt
“Yes” she said
“Well let me give you a reason to care who wins” he said
“If Chelsea win Horny Hannah doesn’t get another shag today”
“Come on the Knights” she shouted
Time was running out and although Chelsea completely out played the Knights it was still goalless and as the match entered stoppage time it looked for all the world that the match would go to extra time.
Then midfielder Del Blackmore started to put in a run on goal straight down the middle and twenty five yards out he let fly with his left foot.
Everyone in Black and White in the Wembley crowd were on their feet, Pete was on his feet and Hannah stopped fingering her fanny as Tim Dalton, the Chelsea keeper, leapt to his right at full stretch and was left clutching thin air as the ball hit the back of the net.
Pete went absolutely crazy and was jumping up and down and there was an explosion of noise from the Wembley stands which all but drowned out the referee’s whistle Abbottsford Town had won the FA cup.
Hannah was staring at the TV with a confused look on her face
“Does that mean I get a shag now?” she asked but Pete was already kneeling in front of her armchair with his engorged cock in his hand
“Oh goody” she cheered “Up the Knights”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (242) Performing CPR
(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.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention but then Linda also started to demand one to one attention.
(Part 02)
But despite his sexual partnerships with them and the threesomes his life didn’t entirely revolve around them, occasionally he did things that had nothing to do with shagging members of the medical profession.
So it was a cold Monday night in January and Nigel had been playing 6 aside football at the Finchbottom Leisure Centre with a group of friends.
But when he walked out of the front doors, Finchbottom was in the teeth of a blizzard, and he found his sports gear somewhat inadequate for the conditions.
He decided to run to the car and get the heater going as soon as possible.
Nigel got in the car and started the engine, the roads around the Leisure Centre were very bad but the Finchbottom Expressway was fine.
“I don’t know what all the fuss is about” he thought to himself smugly and then he got off the motorway and onto the untreated roads and he knew exactly what all the fuss was about.
The roads were barely visible and he drove very gingerly along the first stretch, which ended at a roundabout, which is where he got lucky.
A Range Rover entered the roundabout ahead of him and turned off onto the road he wanted, so he got in its tracks and followed it for about four miles and then just as he was beginning to feel smug again his luck ran out as the Range Rover turned left at the T-junction and Nigel was going right.
As luck would have it the road was not as bad as the previous one and showed distinct signs of having had more traffic using it and there were even visible signs of Tarmac.
So he pressed on with caution and he was less than two miles from home when disaster struck, when he took a right hand bend slightly too vigorously and lost the back end and went off the road arse first into a ditch.
He tried to drive out of it but to no avail and resigned himself to the fact he would have to walk the last mile and a half.
He got out of the car and the wind cut through his thin clothing like it wasn’t there.
“No matter” he thought, “I’ll get my coat out of the boot”
But when he got to the back of the car he found the boot staved in and he was unable to open it.
“Bollocks” he said
So there was nothing for it than to get home as quickly as he could.
The problem was that as quickly as possible isn’t very quick at all when you are improperly dressed and walking in thick snow while being battered by a howling wind.
He made really slow progress and his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, so he made a phone call to the only person he thought could help him, Dr Celeste Hanley, because she drove a Cherokee Jeep.
When the phone was answered she was surprised.
“Nigel?” she retorted “why are you phoning at this time?”
“Caa Caa Car crcrcrashed” he stuttered “Strannndded”
“Oh God” she said urgently “Are you hurt?”
“Ccccold” He chattered
“Alright stay in the car and keep out of the wind” she said once he had relayed his position “Don’t wander off”
“Ok” he replied weekly
(Part 03)
It had been more than an hour and there was no sign of her and he was just about to give up on her and start walking when he saw headlights through the falling snow.
He was so cold he got in the car without speaking and even in the warmth of the car he couldn’t speak for the chattering of his teeth and he couldn’t really concentrate on what she was saying.
So he didn’t hear her say that she was taking him back to her house.
“Come with me” she ordered “we need to warm you up”
She took him from the hall and upstairs to the master bedroom.
He didn’t need to be shown the way, he’d been in the bedroom many times before and he’d been inside Celeste in that bedroom many times before.
Once in the bedroom Celeste didn’t dwell, she opened the other door to the en suite and flicked another switch and a light flickered into life.
She quickly turned on the shower before turning towards him.
“Right” she said, “Get those wet clothes off”
He tried to comply but he couldn’t feel his fingers as he struggled with the buttons.
So Celeste had to undress him, normally a rather enjoyable activity, but this time it was rather less so.
“What on earth were you thinking?” she barked as she undid his shirt “you stupid man”
He didn’t respond, as the chattering of his teeth appeared to be worsening.
“You could have died out there,” she continued pulling down his trousers and pants
“You could have died” she repeated and smacked his bare bum cheek
She placed a stool in the shower cubicle.
“Sit down there babe” she instructed as she helped him in to the cubicle before adjusting the shower head so he got a good dousing of the tepid water.
“StStStill cold” he stuttered after about five minutes
“I know babe” she said “but we need to warm you up slowly”
She bent down and picked up all his wet things and holding them at arm’s length she said
“I’ll be back in a minute”
She was good to her word and when she returned she brought a chair with her, she adjusted the temperature of the water a few degrees and then she sat down and watched him.
She repeated the procedure every ten minutes or so and after about forty minutes he was starting to get feeling back in his fingers and toes and his teeth had stopped chattering.
(Part 04)
“How are you feeling now?” she asked
“I’m warming up a bit I think” Nigel replied
“Ok” she said and opened the cubicle door “let’s get you on your feet”
Celeste helped him to stand up and took the stool away and said
“Let’s start getting that warmth circulating round your body”
“It’s hard,” he said pathetically
“Just walk round and round and if you keep moving I’ll turn the temperature up every five minutes” she said “but if you stop moving I’ll turn it down”
“What kind of a doctor are you?” he asked
“One with your best interests at heart” she said “now move”
It was quite a big cubicle and he just had to walk up and down.
After about an hour of this the water started to feel hot on his skin for the first time and he thought
“I’m thawed”
Five minutes later Celeste said
“Ok time to get out, you’re starting to look like a lobster”
He did as he was told and got out and she was waiting with towels for him and it was while she was wrapping him in them that he caught sight of his own reflection in the steamy mirror.
He wiped a patch of the glass with the corner of the towel
“Argh” he exclaimed
“What’s the matter?” Celeste asked concerned “is it your chest? Are you getting pains?”
“Look! Look!” he said pointing,
“What?” she said confused
That was when he realised he was pointing at his reflection which she couldn’t see from her perspective so he looked down instead.
“Argh” he screamed “it’s dropped off”
His penis and its associated components were missing.
Nigel was filled with remorse and then like in the last moments of a drowning man’s life, every piece of pussy he’d ever had passed before his eyes in every lurid detail.
With grave concern on her face Celeste stared at him before looking down at the sight of his affliction and then she laughed
“Heartless bitch” he thought.
“Aww it looks like a button mushroom” she said unhelpfully and laughed again
“How can you be so callous” he said dramatically “show some respect for the dead”
“Don’t be so dramatic” she scolded, “give it a while and it will pop out like a jack in the box”
“No” he said solemnly “the beast is dead”
Then he turned and wrapped the towels around him to preserve his dignity before walking forlornly into the bedroom and plopping down into an easy chair.
Celeste followed him into the room speaking words of encouragement to him but he was not convinced,
“Don’t despair Nigel” she urged as she placed a thermometer in his mouth
“It’s only temporary”
Celeste then proceeded to put a cuff around his arm to check his blood pressure.
While she pumped the bulb he was consumed by dark thoughts of the demise of his dick.
“Good” she announced loosening the cuff before she took the thermometer from his mouth looked at it and nodded approvingly
“I can confirm you are definitely alive,” Celeste said as she sat on the bed opposite him.
“Cheer up, it won’t take much to get the old boy going again,” she said encouragingly but he was far from sure and when he looked at her he thought
“It will take a miracle with you dressed like that”
(Part 05)
He had never seen her dressed in a more unattractive way all the time he had known her.
She was wearing a shapeless thigh length turtleneck sweater over thick black leggings, which were tucked into equally thick socks and ankle boots.
She was dressed for practicality, he knew that, it was a very sensible outfit for the conditions, but it was not sexy, and she very definitely was.
Her reassuring words, regardless of what she was wearing, were not bringing him out of his torpor of melancholy.
“He just needs some encouragement” she said, “just try to think of some of his past triumphs”
Nigel was unmoved and more to the point so was his cock.
“Just think of all the times we’ve done it, all the places and all the positions” Celeste suggested, but he didn’t respond
“I can still remember vividly that first time in consulting room” she continued
“Yes so can I” he thought
“When I wandered around the office sans undies and you fingered me while I sat on the corner of my desk, God that was so dirty” she said wistfully “And so good”
Celeste paused and looked away reflectively as if she was rerunning the whole night through her head.
“Then you had Linda on the floor while I watched”
Then she recounted every coupling they had ever engaged in, every location, every position, every orgasm and all the time his genitalia remained conspicuous by its absence.
But she carried on regardless and although her intention was to arouse his frozen soldier she only served to arouse herself instead.
As he looked at her across the bed from him, he saw she had both hands in her lap pressing her sweater between her legs and she squirmed perceptibly as she sat narrating the history of their love making.
“And then there was the conference call” she exclaimed, “God with everyone just outside”
“Yes that was special,” he agreed as he watched her hands moving on her lap.
“Don’t forget the time you ravished me in my own office while Linda was running the “Well man” clinic, and I made you strip off and ride me on my chair” he said
She glanced in his direction and clearly thought by his expression that she was getting through to him so in the best interests of her patient she yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.
He could see the contours of her hand in its animated probing of her own pussy.
“Tell me more,” He suggested as he felt sensation down below
“Our romantic dinner in the Clayton Manor Hotel restaurant when I went commando”
She said with her eyes closed and her lips pursed as her fingering became more frenetic.
“And you kissing my nonny while I was on the phone to Linda was very…” she said and paused briefly as she came “sexy”
(Part 06)
He unwrapped the towels from around himself and found his little purple-headed friend had finally answered the call, he wasn’t in full attendance but at least he had turned up.
“Look whose here” he said
Celeste opened her eyes and glanced across and did a kind of double take before she scrambled towards him.
Her hand was still busy in her knickers as her mouth engulfed all of him, not that there was an awful lot of him at that point.
“Oh” he said feebly as she sucked vigorously on his diminished member while she fingered herself with equal ferocity.
And by the time she had wanked herself to orgasm his manhood was wide-awake and she gave one final long gentle suck on his shaft before she release it.
Celeste stood up and as she turned her back on him she wiped her slavering lips on her sweater sleeve then she pulled her leggings down to her knees.
“Big knickers?” he exclaimed as he spied her arse clad in M&S passion killers
“They’re practical” she said defensively “I can’t wear silk and lace all the time you know”
“They’re certainly practical looking,” he said
“Shut up and pull them down,” she ordered so he tugged her practical pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.
Nigel’s hand released her knickers above her knees before they crept up her firm thighs, paused briefly to appreciate her firm cheeks before they settled on her hips and prepared to guide her backwards.
One of Celeste’s hands reached out and gripped the top of the chest of drawers tightly while the other grasped the arm of the chair and she gripped so tightly that her knuckles whitened before she moaned quietly, as her buttocks clenched and she squirmed and wriggled her way down his shaft until her hot creamy cunny had consumed all of him.
His hand then left her bounteous hips and went up to find her tits which he was relieved to find were not enclosed in a utilitarian practical garment but encased within lace trimmed satin cups quickly replaced by his eager hands and all the while Celeste was rising and falling on him exuding the most divine utterances on the downward stroke as she creamed his balls with her exuding abundance.
He still fondled her breasts as he enjoyed the ride and the dirty Doctor did all the work and making deliriously sensual sounds as she enjoyed him.
She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths became deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths reached crescendo as she cried out in orgasm.
Then as she rose and fell on him once more he came which seemed to take her by surprise
“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of him and sighed
“That felt so good” she said giggling, “I’m so glad it’s not dead”
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.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention but then Linda also started to demand one to one attention.
(Part 02)
But despite his sexual partnerships with them and the threesomes his life didn’t entirely revolve around them, occasionally he did things that had nothing to do with shagging members of the medical profession.
So it was a cold Monday night in January and Nigel had been playing 6 aside football at the Finchbottom Leisure Centre with a group of friends.
But when he walked out of the front doors, Finchbottom was in the teeth of a blizzard, and he found his sports gear somewhat inadequate for the conditions.
He decided to run to the car and get the heater going as soon as possible.
Nigel got in the car and started the engine, the roads around the Leisure Centre were very bad but the Finchbottom Expressway was fine.
“I don’t know what all the fuss is about” he thought to himself smugly and then he got off the motorway and onto the untreated roads and he knew exactly what all the fuss was about.
The roads were barely visible and he drove very gingerly along the first stretch, which ended at a roundabout, which is where he got lucky.
A Range Rover entered the roundabout ahead of him and turned off onto the road he wanted, so he got in its tracks and followed it for about four miles and then just as he was beginning to feel smug again his luck ran out as the Range Rover turned left at the T-junction and Nigel was going right.
As luck would have it the road was not as bad as the previous one and showed distinct signs of having had more traffic using it and there were even visible signs of Tarmac.
So he pressed on with caution and he was less than two miles from home when disaster struck, when he took a right hand bend slightly too vigorously and lost the back end and went off the road arse first into a ditch.
He tried to drive out of it but to no avail and resigned himself to the fact he would have to walk the last mile and a half.
He got out of the car and the wind cut through his thin clothing like it wasn’t there.
“No matter” he thought, “I’ll get my coat out of the boot”
But when he got to the back of the car he found the boot staved in and he was unable to open it.
“Bollocks” he said
So there was nothing for it than to get home as quickly as he could.
The problem was that as quickly as possible isn’t very quick at all when you are improperly dressed and walking in thick snow while being battered by a howling wind.
He made really slow progress and his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, so he made a phone call to the only person he thought could help him, Dr Celeste Hanley, because she drove a Cherokee Jeep.
When the phone was answered she was surprised.
“Nigel?” she retorted “why are you phoning at this time?”
“Caa Caa Car crcrcrashed” he stuttered “Strannndded”
“Oh God” she said urgently “Are you hurt?”
“Ccccold” He chattered
“Alright stay in the car and keep out of the wind” she said once he had relayed his position “Don’t wander off”
“Ok” he replied weekly
(Part 03)
It had been more than an hour and there was no sign of her and he was just about to give up on her and start walking when he saw headlights through the falling snow.
He was so cold he got in the car without speaking and even in the warmth of the car he couldn’t speak for the chattering of his teeth and he couldn’t really concentrate on what she was saying.
So he didn’t hear her say that she was taking him back to her house.
“Come with me” she ordered “we need to warm you up”
She took him from the hall and upstairs to the master bedroom.
He didn’t need to be shown the way, he’d been in the bedroom many times before and he’d been inside Celeste in that bedroom many times before.
Once in the bedroom Celeste didn’t dwell, she opened the other door to the en suite and flicked another switch and a light flickered into life.
She quickly turned on the shower before turning towards him.
“Right” she said, “Get those wet clothes off”
He tried to comply but he couldn’t feel his fingers as he struggled with the buttons.
So Celeste had to undress him, normally a rather enjoyable activity, but this time it was rather less so.
“What on earth were you thinking?” she barked as she undid his shirt “you stupid man”
He didn’t respond, as the chattering of his teeth appeared to be worsening.
“You could have died out there,” she continued pulling down his trousers and pants
“You could have died” she repeated and smacked his bare bum cheek
She placed a stool in the shower cubicle.
“Sit down there babe” she instructed as she helped him in to the cubicle before adjusting the shower head so he got a good dousing of the tepid water.
“StStStill cold” he stuttered after about five minutes
“I know babe” she said “but we need to warm you up slowly”
She bent down and picked up all his wet things and holding them at arm’s length she said
“I’ll be back in a minute”
She was good to her word and when she returned she brought a chair with her, she adjusted the temperature of the water a few degrees and then she sat down and watched him.
She repeated the procedure every ten minutes or so and after about forty minutes he was starting to get feeling back in his fingers and toes and his teeth had stopped chattering.
(Part 04)
“How are you feeling now?” she asked
“I’m warming up a bit I think” Nigel replied
“Ok” she said and opened the cubicle door “let’s get you on your feet”
Celeste helped him to stand up and took the stool away and said
“Let’s start getting that warmth circulating round your body”
“It’s hard,” he said pathetically
“Just walk round and round and if you keep moving I’ll turn the temperature up every five minutes” she said “but if you stop moving I’ll turn it down”
“What kind of a doctor are you?” he asked
“One with your best interests at heart” she said “now move”
It was quite a big cubicle and he just had to walk up and down.
After about an hour of this the water started to feel hot on his skin for the first time and he thought
“I’m thawed”
Five minutes later Celeste said
“Ok time to get out, you’re starting to look like a lobster”
He did as he was told and got out and she was waiting with towels for him and it was while she was wrapping him in them that he caught sight of his own reflection in the steamy mirror.
He wiped a patch of the glass with the corner of the towel
“Argh” he exclaimed
“What’s the matter?” Celeste asked concerned “is it your chest? Are you getting pains?”
“Look! Look!” he said pointing,
“What?” she said confused
That was when he realised he was pointing at his reflection which she couldn’t see from her perspective so he looked down instead.
“Argh” he screamed “it’s dropped off”
His penis and its associated components were missing.
Nigel was filled with remorse and then like in the last moments of a drowning man’s life, every piece of pussy he’d ever had passed before his eyes in every lurid detail.
With grave concern on her face Celeste stared at him before looking down at the sight of his affliction and then she laughed
“Heartless bitch” he thought.
“Aww it looks like a button mushroom” she said unhelpfully and laughed again
“How can you be so callous” he said dramatically “show some respect for the dead”
“Don’t be so dramatic” she scolded, “give it a while and it will pop out like a jack in the box”
“No” he said solemnly “the beast is dead”
Then he turned and wrapped the towels around him to preserve his dignity before walking forlornly into the bedroom and plopping down into an easy chair.
Celeste followed him into the room speaking words of encouragement to him but he was not convinced,
“Don’t despair Nigel” she urged as she placed a thermometer in his mouth
“It’s only temporary”
Celeste then proceeded to put a cuff around his arm to check his blood pressure.
While she pumped the bulb he was consumed by dark thoughts of the demise of his dick.
“Good” she announced loosening the cuff before she took the thermometer from his mouth looked at it and nodded approvingly
“I can confirm you are definitely alive,” Celeste said as she sat on the bed opposite him.
“Cheer up, it won’t take much to get the old boy going again,” she said encouragingly but he was far from sure and when he looked at her he thought
“It will take a miracle with you dressed like that”
(Part 05)
He had never seen her dressed in a more unattractive way all the time he had known her.
She was wearing a shapeless thigh length turtleneck sweater over thick black leggings, which were tucked into equally thick socks and ankle boots.
She was dressed for practicality, he knew that, it was a very sensible outfit for the conditions, but it was not sexy, and she very definitely was.
Her reassuring words, regardless of what she was wearing, were not bringing him out of his torpor of melancholy.
“He just needs some encouragement” she said, “just try to think of some of his past triumphs”
Nigel was unmoved and more to the point so was his cock.
“Just think of all the times we’ve done it, all the places and all the positions” Celeste suggested, but he didn’t respond
“I can still remember vividly that first time in consulting room” she continued
“Yes so can I” he thought
“When I wandered around the office sans undies and you fingered me while I sat on the corner of my desk, God that was so dirty” she said wistfully “And so good”
Celeste paused and looked away reflectively as if she was rerunning the whole night through her head.
“Then you had Linda on the floor while I watched”
Then she recounted every coupling they had ever engaged in, every location, every position, every orgasm and all the time his genitalia remained conspicuous by its absence.
But she carried on regardless and although her intention was to arouse his frozen soldier she only served to arouse herself instead.
As he looked at her across the bed from him, he saw she had both hands in her lap pressing her sweater between her legs and she squirmed perceptibly as she sat narrating the history of their love making.
“And then there was the conference call” she exclaimed, “God with everyone just outside”
“Yes that was special,” he agreed as he watched her hands moving on her lap.
“Don’t forget the time you ravished me in my own office while Linda was running the “Well man” clinic, and I made you strip off and ride me on my chair” he said
She glanced in his direction and clearly thought by his expression that she was getting through to him so in the best interests of her patient she yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.
He could see the contours of her hand in its animated probing of her own pussy.
“Tell me more,” He suggested as he felt sensation down below
“Our romantic dinner in the Clayton Manor Hotel restaurant when I went commando”
She said with her eyes closed and her lips pursed as her fingering became more frenetic.
“And you kissing my nonny while I was on the phone to Linda was very…” she said and paused briefly as she came “sexy”
(Part 06)
He unwrapped the towels from around himself and found his little purple-headed friend had finally answered the call, he wasn’t in full attendance but at least he had turned up.
“Look whose here” he said
Celeste opened her eyes and glanced across and did a kind of double take before she scrambled towards him.
Her hand was still busy in her knickers as her mouth engulfed all of him, not that there was an awful lot of him at that point.
“Oh” he said feebly as she sucked vigorously on his diminished member while she fingered herself with equal ferocity.
And by the time she had wanked herself to orgasm his manhood was wide-awake and she gave one final long gentle suck on his shaft before she release it.
Celeste stood up and as she turned her back on him she wiped her slavering lips on her sweater sleeve then she pulled her leggings down to her knees.
“Big knickers?” he exclaimed as he spied her arse clad in M&S passion killers
“They’re practical” she said defensively “I can’t wear silk and lace all the time you know”
“They’re certainly practical looking,” he said
“Shut up and pull them down,” she ordered so he tugged her practical pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.
Nigel’s hand released her knickers above her knees before they crept up her firm thighs, paused briefly to appreciate her firm cheeks before they settled on her hips and prepared to guide her backwards.
One of Celeste’s hands reached out and gripped the top of the chest of drawers tightly while the other grasped the arm of the chair and she gripped so tightly that her knuckles whitened before she moaned quietly, as her buttocks clenched and she squirmed and wriggled her way down his shaft until her hot creamy cunny had consumed all of him.
His hand then left her bounteous hips and went up to find her tits which he was relieved to find were not enclosed in a utilitarian practical garment but encased within lace trimmed satin cups quickly replaced by his eager hands and all the while Celeste was rising and falling on him exuding the most divine utterances on the downward stroke as she creamed his balls with her exuding abundance.
He still fondled her breasts as he enjoyed the ride and the dirty Doctor did all the work and making deliriously sensual sounds as she enjoyed him.
She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths became deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths reached crescendo as she cried out in orgasm.
Then as she rose and fell on him once more he came which seemed to take her by surprise
“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of him and sighed
“That felt so good” she said giggling, “I’m so glad it’s not dead”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (241) The Purplemere Verger – In the Vicarage Garden
(Part 01)
As Mark Tams took an extended recuperative walk around his neighbourhood in Purplemere he was walking ten feet tall.
He had been in and out of hospital for the previous ten years following a bad car accident just after his 15th birthday.
But the reason he walking with such a spring in his step was because of a change in his treatment, a very medicinal treatment in the form of Annette Cook, who was the verger at St Agatha’s where her Uncle, Jim Huggett, was the vicar.
A beautiful strawberry blonde with pale skin and freckled cheeks with whom he had fallen in love.
But the special medicine stemmed from the afternoon when they had given each other their innocence.
And in the month that followed they shared further intimacies and their love had deepened.
The purpose of the walk that afternoon was however less about recuperation and more about killing time until it was time to see his girlfriend Annette again.
And after about forty minutes he could wait no longer so he headed off towards the vicarage to see her.
On the way he met Reverend Huggett coming the other way, he liked the Vicar and although he was desperate to be elsewhere he spent about 10 minutes in conversation with him.
When he arrived at the vicarage he let himself in through the back gate and he found Annette sitting on a blanket on the lawn reading a book, wearing a green bikini top and on her lower half was a floral sarong, which he presumed was hiding the partner to her bikini top.
Mark approached her on her blind side
“Hello sexy” he said and she almost jumped out of her skin
“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said
“Yes you did” she retorted
“Yes I did” he admitted “I was trying to scare the pants off you”
“Shush” she replied “Uncle Jim will hear you”
“It’s ok, he’s gone to the church, I just passed him in the lane” he corrected her
“Oh, ok then give me a kiss”
After a long sustained kiss he said
“Be careful you don’t catch the sun again”
“I have sunscreen on” she replied “but you can always top me up”
“You know what happened the last time I put cream on your back?” he reminded her
“I don’t mind taking a risk” Annette said and lay face down on the blanket and Mark knelt down next her and perused her pale young body.
Annette had her head turned to one side and was facing away from him.
He squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.
“How does that feel?” he asked
“Lovely” she replied
“I need to undo your bikini top honey” Mark said “so I can do it properly”
“Ok” she said dreamily, so he undid it and pulled it softy away from her skin and then he slowly rubbed in the surplus lotion until it was all worked in to her pale freckled skin like a long relaxing massage.
Then he squirted some more onto her, only this time instead of the middle of her back he deposited it on her shoulder blade so it would run down her side.
“Oops” he said and then followed the drip with his fingers, not trying to catch the drip, but rather following it or chasing it as it dribbled down her side and into one of her cups, but once his hand got that far he was only interested in her breast.
(Part 02)
He squirted some more onto her, only this time instead of the middle of her back he deposited it on her shoulder blade so it would run down her side.
“Oops” he said and then followed the drip with his fingers, not trying to catch the drip, but rather following it or chasing it as it dribbled down her side and into one of her cups, but once his hand got that far he was only interested in her breast.
“The sun won’t reach there” she sighed
“You can never be too sure” he replied and Annette let out a soft murmur as his hand reached inside her cup and then she rolled her shoulder towards him giving him clear access to her plump little breast and he played with her rosebud and she murmured again, louder this time as he teased her nipple to erection.
When he had toyed and teased her nipple to distraction he returned his attentions to her torso massaging the lotion all the way from her shoulders down to her hips then he loosened the knot on her sarong and uncovered her, and he was right about her bottoms they did match her top.
He continued massaging all the newly uncovered flesh from her hips right down to her ankles.
And by the way she was fidgeting he surmised it was time to deal with her bikini bottoms which he did slowly and deliberately, her body stiffened and she lifted her hips ever so slightly off the blanket and the green fabric moved easily off her clenched buttocks and then he had them off over her feet a few seconds later.
Once he had her bottoms removed he slid his hands up her legs and massaged her tight firm buttocks before pushing her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her very moist crevice, and she uttered the sweetest sigh.
Annette buried her face in the towel and let out a series of low muffled moans and gasps but her lathery lips told him she was in raptures and then he felt her body go rigid and heard her come despite her face being buried in the folds of the blanket.
“I think we should go up to your room now” he said and Annette turned her head to look at him and retorted
“And I think we should do it hear”
“Are you sure?”
But without replying she leapt up like a horny ginger ninja and pushed him onto his back and began undressing him
“I’ll take that as a yes” he said and surrendered to her.
Annette was laying naked on the blanket looking like the cat that got the cream while Mark put his pants and shorts back on.
“You’d better cover up that gorgeous body before the vicar gets back from matins” he said wishing he could just take her upstairs to her bedroom and have her again
Eventually she did make a move and Annette was just popping her puppies back into her biking top when her uncle, the vicar, opened the back gate so she wrapped the sarong around her naked nether regions and Mark put her bottoms in his pocket.
As Mark Tams took an extended recuperative walk around his neighbourhood in Purplemere he was walking ten feet tall.
He had been in and out of hospital for the previous ten years following a bad car accident just after his 15th birthday.
But the reason he walking with such a spring in his step was because of a change in his treatment, a very medicinal treatment in the form of Annette Cook, who was the verger at St Agatha’s where her Uncle, Jim Huggett, was the vicar.
A beautiful strawberry blonde with pale skin and freckled cheeks with whom he had fallen in love.
But the special medicine stemmed from the afternoon when they had given each other their innocence.
And in the month that followed they shared further intimacies and their love had deepened.
The purpose of the walk that afternoon was however less about recuperation and more about killing time until it was time to see his girlfriend Annette again.
And after about forty minutes he could wait no longer so he headed off towards the vicarage to see her.
On the way he met Reverend Huggett coming the other way, he liked the Vicar and although he was desperate to be elsewhere he spent about 10 minutes in conversation with him.
When he arrived at the vicarage he let himself in through the back gate and he found Annette sitting on a blanket on the lawn reading a book, wearing a green bikini top and on her lower half was a floral sarong, which he presumed was hiding the partner to her bikini top.
Mark approached her on her blind side
“Hello sexy” he said and she almost jumped out of her skin
“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said
“Yes you did” she retorted
“Yes I did” he admitted “I was trying to scare the pants off you”
“Shush” she replied “Uncle Jim will hear you”
“It’s ok, he’s gone to the church, I just passed him in the lane” he corrected her
“Oh, ok then give me a kiss”
After a long sustained kiss he said
“Be careful you don’t catch the sun again”
“I have sunscreen on” she replied “but you can always top me up”
“You know what happened the last time I put cream on your back?” he reminded her
“I don’t mind taking a risk” Annette said and lay face down on the blanket and Mark knelt down next her and perused her pale young body.
Annette had her head turned to one side and was facing away from him.
He squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.
“How does that feel?” he asked
“Lovely” she replied
“I need to undo your bikini top honey” Mark said “so I can do it properly”
“Ok” she said dreamily, so he undid it and pulled it softy away from her skin and then he slowly rubbed in the surplus lotion until it was all worked in to her pale freckled skin like a long relaxing massage.
Then he squirted some more onto her, only this time instead of the middle of her back he deposited it on her shoulder blade so it would run down her side.
“Oops” he said and then followed the drip with his fingers, not trying to catch the drip, but rather following it or chasing it as it dribbled down her side and into one of her cups, but once his hand got that far he was only interested in her breast.
(Part 02)
He squirted some more onto her, only this time instead of the middle of her back he deposited it on her shoulder blade so it would run down her side.
“Oops” he said and then followed the drip with his fingers, not trying to catch the drip, but rather following it or chasing it as it dribbled down her side and into one of her cups, but once his hand got that far he was only interested in her breast.
“The sun won’t reach there” she sighed
“You can never be too sure” he replied and Annette let out a soft murmur as his hand reached inside her cup and then she rolled her shoulder towards him giving him clear access to her plump little breast and he played with her rosebud and she murmured again, louder this time as he teased her nipple to erection.
When he had toyed and teased her nipple to distraction he returned his attentions to her torso massaging the lotion all the way from her shoulders down to her hips then he loosened the knot on her sarong and uncovered her, and he was right about her bottoms they did match her top.
He continued massaging all the newly uncovered flesh from her hips right down to her ankles.
And by the way she was fidgeting he surmised it was time to deal with her bikini bottoms which he did slowly and deliberately, her body stiffened and she lifted her hips ever so slightly off the blanket and the green fabric moved easily off her clenched buttocks and then he had them off over her feet a few seconds later.
Once he had her bottoms removed he slid his hands up her legs and massaged her tight firm buttocks before pushing her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her very moist crevice, and she uttered the sweetest sigh.
Annette buried her face in the towel and let out a series of low muffled moans and gasps but her lathery lips told him she was in raptures and then he felt her body go rigid and heard her come despite her face being buried in the folds of the blanket.
“I think we should go up to your room now” he said and Annette turned her head to look at him and retorted
“And I think we should do it hear”
“Are you sure?”
But without replying she leapt up like a horny ginger ninja and pushed him onto his back and began undressing him
“I’ll take that as a yes” he said and surrendered to her.
Annette was laying naked on the blanket looking like the cat that got the cream while Mark put his pants and shorts back on.
“You’d better cover up that gorgeous body before the vicar gets back from matins” he said wishing he could just take her upstairs to her bedroom and have her again
Eventually she did make a move and Annette was just popping her puppies back into her biking top when her uncle, the vicar, opened the back gate so she wrapped the sarong around her naked nether regions and Mark put her bottoms in his pocket.
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