It was the day after St Valentines and Doctor Belinda Mason was upstairs at Callum Grainger’s house attending to his terminally ill wife.
She was upstairs for half an hour and when she came back downstairs wearing her overcoat and he walked out into the hall to meet her and asked
“Do you want a cuppa?”
“No” she replied “I want some Valentines loving”
“It’s not Valentine’s Day anymore hon” he said
“It’s close enough” she responded as she unbuttoned her coat to reveal her beautiful naked breasts with her deep pink nipples standing proud in the cold hallway.
The only other thing she had on beneath her coat were the knee length socks and Marks and Spenser’s pants.
Belinda stepped in close and they kissed as his hands slipped inside her coat and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to him.
Her kiss was warm and sensual and every fiber of him tingled.
She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath as she spoke
“Where can we go?” she panted.
He kissed her hot mouth quickly and then took her hand and led her into the study at the end of the hall, it was as far away from his wife’s sleeping figure as it was possible to get.
So even if Dr noisy knickers screamed when she came it was unlikely to disturb her.
They went into the study, which was more crowded than was usual due to the necessity of having to store some of the displaced furniture in there.
But there was more than enough room for what they had in mind.
Once inside he slipped her coat off and pushed her back against the door, cupping her firm round breasts and teased her nipples until they resembled Valentine rosebuds.
Before he fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair.
His fingers were grasping at the waistband of her M&S knickers, so he tugged her pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down thighs.
The further her pants descended so did his lips and as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,
When they had settled around her ankles his face was buried in her lush fragrant bush.
He let her step out of her drawers as he climbed back up her body and his hands fell on her deliciously firm buttocks as his lips found hers and they kissed again.
Belinda quickly undressed him until they both stood naked save for their socks, then with real urgency she scrambled on to the sofa and waited for him.
Friday 10 August 2018
Choice Tales from the Vale – (279) Lustful Lingerie
Ken Simms parked his car at the Abbottsford Phoenix Shopping Centre and walked into the mall, he was a little preoccupied and exceptionally horny as he had been reminiscing about a recent conquest, Nikki Chapman.
He was a 30-year-old married philanderer while she was ten years older and was divorced and deprived.
Ken had been chasing her for a disproportionate time, much longer than most of his quarry but then she was devastatingly gorgeous and well worth the wait.
She was a well-bred and well-heeled and oozed class from every pore and when he eventually removed her horny high classed piece of arse out of her designer silk knickers she just oozed.
After she had left his flat he decided to tidy up before his wife returned home and it was a good job that he did as the seat of the leather sofa was sticky from Nikki’s secretions, and there were more wine glasses in circulation than was to be reasonable expected for someone who spent the evening alone and Nikki’s black silk knickers were still on the floor.
He washed up the wine glasses, took a damp cloth to her sticky bits and locked her panties in his brief case.
He woke up annoyingly early next morning, he couldn’t sleep as he kept thinking of his session with Nikki, with no hint of a guilty conscience though, he just hoped he would be doing her again soon because he enjoyed it so much.
More than a week had passed however between that dirty erotic evening and his driving into Abbottsford to do a bit of shopping but thoughts of her still filled his head and as a result he was incredible horny when he bumped into Nikki coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop.
“Hello darling” she said, and air kissed him, then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No, you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe?” he asked
Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.
“Have you got time for a coffee?”
“I do” he replied
“Great I’m gagging for a drink I just have one more stop”
So, Ken waited outside guarding her bags while Nikki went into the store to buy some new bra’s, Ken offered to go in with her to help her tuck her puppies into the lacy cups, but she declined his offer saying, “You wouldn’t be helping me, you would be helping yourself”
“The cheek of some people” he thought as he stared at both of her cheeks shimmying inside her trousers.
When she returned a little short of half an hour later she was looking almost as pleased with herself as she did when she walked knickerless out of his flat.
“You look very pleased with yourself, have you gone commando again?” he asked unhelpfully
“No” she said indignantly and bent down and picked up her bags
“That reminds me you still owe me a pair,” she said quietly
“Yes” he agreed “they’re in my brief case”
“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Nikki said
“That’s a great idea,” Ken said
“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing
“Or I could keep them in a resealable bag”
“Why?”
“To keep them “Fresh””
“Urgh that’s dirty” she said and laughed “And then you sniff them, would you do that?”
“No, I prefer the source” he said, and she blushed scarlet and couldn’t look at him, so he changed the subject
“Did you get everything you wanted?”
“Yes” she said “and I bought some treats”
“What kind of treats?” he asked intrigued
“Fishnet stockings, for one thing” she replied “for next time”
“And when is next time?” he asked hopefully
“As soon as you drive me to Appleby” she replied
“Really?” he said “What about a coffee, I thought you were gagging for a drink”
“Well I am gagging” she retorted
“But not for coffee”
“What then?” Ken asked, and she looked him straight in the eye and said
“Cock”
He was a 30-year-old married philanderer while she was ten years older and was divorced and deprived.
Ken had been chasing her for a disproportionate time, much longer than most of his quarry but then she was devastatingly gorgeous and well worth the wait.
She was a well-bred and well-heeled and oozed class from every pore and when he eventually removed her horny high classed piece of arse out of her designer silk knickers she just oozed.
After she had left his flat he decided to tidy up before his wife returned home and it was a good job that he did as the seat of the leather sofa was sticky from Nikki’s secretions, and there were more wine glasses in circulation than was to be reasonable expected for someone who spent the evening alone and Nikki’s black silk knickers were still on the floor.
He washed up the wine glasses, took a damp cloth to her sticky bits and locked her panties in his brief case.
He woke up annoyingly early next morning, he couldn’t sleep as he kept thinking of his session with Nikki, with no hint of a guilty conscience though, he just hoped he would be doing her again soon because he enjoyed it so much.
More than a week had passed however between that dirty erotic evening and his driving into Abbottsford to do a bit of shopping but thoughts of her still filled his head and as a result he was incredible horny when he bumped into Nikki coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop.
“Hello darling” she said, and air kissed him, then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No, you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe?” he asked
Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.
“Have you got time for a coffee?”
“I do” he replied
“Great I’m gagging for a drink I just have one more stop”
So, Ken waited outside guarding her bags while Nikki went into the store to buy some new bra’s, Ken offered to go in with her to help her tuck her puppies into the lacy cups, but she declined his offer saying, “You wouldn’t be helping me, you would be helping yourself”
“The cheek of some people” he thought as he stared at both of her cheeks shimmying inside her trousers.
When she returned a little short of half an hour later she was looking almost as pleased with herself as she did when she walked knickerless out of his flat.
“You look very pleased with yourself, have you gone commando again?” he asked unhelpfully
“No” she said indignantly and bent down and picked up her bags
“That reminds me you still owe me a pair,” she said quietly
“Yes” he agreed “they’re in my brief case”
“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Nikki said
“That’s a great idea,” Ken said
“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing
“Or I could keep them in a resealable bag”
“Why?”
“To keep them “Fresh””
“Urgh that’s dirty” she said and laughed “And then you sniff them, would you do that?”
“No, I prefer the source” he said, and she blushed scarlet and couldn’t look at him, so he changed the subject
“Did you get everything you wanted?”
“Yes” she said “and I bought some treats”
“What kind of treats?” he asked intrigued
“Fishnet stockings, for one thing” she replied “for next time”
“And when is next time?” he asked hopefully
“As soon as you drive me to Appleby” she replied
“Really?” he said “What about a coffee, I thought you were gagging for a drink”
“Well I am gagging” she retorted
“But not for coffee”
“What then?” Ken asked, and she looked him straight in the eye and said
“Cock”
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