The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.
His parents have retired to a Villa in the
Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and
his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and
Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills
National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.
He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown
hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not
exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he
can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important
as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of
choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side
of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic
attachments.
That is until the day he had his
first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his
front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.
At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion
because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a
mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number
on the balloon was of any significance, absolutely beautiful, elegant, slim and
petite, with a perfect Carrington Chase educated voice.
Carrington Chase
being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it
was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound
common.
However despite that, a sexual encounter did
take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it
too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her
virginity.
Over the month that followed they had numerous
repeated such snippets and each one helped her overcome her shyness but she was
getting frustrated with her progress and she just wanted him to fuck her so she
wouldn’t be a virgin when she left for University at the end of the summer, but
not only that she wanted him to fuck her numerous times before then, though he
was unaware about that part.
However after the first month more than a week
passed and he hadn’t seen her, he was in his studio pondering the whereabouts
of the ginger nubile when he spied his gardener Sharon go into the potting
shed, and he felt a trouser tickle as the beast began to stir so he decided to
feed it.
Sharon had been gardener to the Monroe family
since she left school, first with her father and then on her own since he
retired, she was older than Alex by ten years, and was a divorced rough
diamond, but that was his type, embraceable peasantry.
Sharon was bent salaciously, however
unintentionally, over a lawnmower as he entered the shed, and she was well
aware of his presence and stood up as he approached and raised no objection as
he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed straight for her unfettered
breasts
“Thank God” she said as he squeezed her tits
and kissed her neck.
“I’m so horny today” she replied and pushed
her arse against the growing bulge in his jeans.
“I thought I was going to have to flick myself
off in the van”
She turned her head towards him so he could
kiss her, and as their tongues became
engaged he reluctantly released his grip on her jugs and slipped the braces of
her dungarees off her shoulders and they fell to the ground with a clunk and
Alex stopped kissing her and they exchanged a look.
“Trowel” she said and thrust her tongue back
in his mouth and he slipped his hands inside her tee shirt and roughly groped
at her naked globes and teased her huge nipples.
Sharon showed no sign of relinquishing his
tongue, so his right hand travelled south across her plump belly to her well
pruned bush, though it was still beautifully lush, but not the wild beaver the
casual observer might assume it to be.
“No don’t”
“Why not?” he asked “I thought you were horny”
“I am” she reiterated “I’m too horny for
foreplay”
And as if to demonstrate her requirement she
was rubbing the cheeks of her arse against the bulge in his shorts and even
managed to get a cheek either side of it so the lump was rubbing up and down
her bum crack.
With her dungarees already around her ankles
he bent her over the lawn mower and then he grabbed the waistband of her big
blue knickers with both hands and yanked them off her arse, and as the gusset
came away from her minge, it sounded like a plaster being removed. and he could
plainly see the dark patch of her horniness on the crotch.
His cock was fit to burst through the fabric
of his shorts if he hadn’t untrousered it, Sharon glanced over her shoulder
expectantly, so Alex grabbed her round hips and in one easy movement he
penetrated her and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her
satisfaction.
Alex returned to his studio, after he and
Sharon redressed in the potting shed, but he watched as Sharon gathered all her
tools together and smiled as he watched her walking across the lawn with a
strange open gait obviously suffering with sticky knickers.
When she had everything back in her van, she
went off to her next job damp drawer-ed and thoroughly sullied.
He spent the rest of the morning productively,
but during his lunch he remembered that the paper bill was due the next day and
Karen Askey always liked to collect the money in person, she didn’t offer this
service to all her customers, just those who liked to give their gratuities in
kind.
The gratuity was not an issue he had the means
to settle that bill, however he didn’t have any cash, so he thought he’d better
get to a cashpoint just in case she wouldn’t accept his donation if his bill
wasn’t settled.
“Not very likely” he said out loud and smiled
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