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.
Which he declined to do that night, though he
agreed that he would when he thought she was ready.
Over the month or so that followed they had
numerous repeated such snippets but Clarissa was away in Barcelona with her
family for her birthday treat and since he saw her last he hadn’t been able to
get her out of his mind, especially her oral performance on him the day before
she left, which had left him incredibly horny, Which was problematic because
his usual cuddlesome peasants were not available, Sharon the Gardener now had
an apprentice so opportunities to pounce on her ranged from limited to
non-existent.
RSPCA Tracy Newton was on holiday in the West
Indies, Dawn the barmaid was back in Abbottsford with her husband and Newsagent Karen was only on the menu once
a month and that time had come and gone until the following month, so he was
having to satisfy himself, and he hadn’t masturbated as much since he was a
teenager.
But when he wasn’t knocking one out he jumped
every woman with a pulse who came within striking distance, as he had
discovered that although it was still the sight of a mature cuddlesome peasant
wench that got his pulses racing, it could be any age or body shape that pulled
his trigger.
So Alex had broadened his horizons to include
his skinny cleaner Gloria Samson and at 9 o’clock the previous day she had
walked into his dining room wearing nothing but a tabard, and after he had
speared her, and had her laying spread-eagled and spent on the mahogany dining
table she said she had been instructed to do a big clean on the St Claire home
that afternoon.
After feasting on
Gloria at the breakfast table he retreated to his studio which was in the converted summer house
and he spent a disproportionate amount of time in it, but since Clarissa had
been away his time in there had not been very productive much of the time, but
after hearing Glorias News he didn’t bother trying to work at all and just sat
on the swing seat on the decking outside, under the shade of the large
camellia, because six days had passed, and he hadn’t seen her, so he was
pondering the whereabouts of the ginger nubile.
The reason he chose to be there not being
productive and not in the house not working was because from his position on
the swing seat he could see through a large hole in the neighbours fence, most
of the patio area and the French doors, and more importantly any signs of life,
which of course were non-existent, apart from the occasional glimpses of Gloria
as she went about her work.
He sat on the swing seat most of the day,
apart from the occasional sortie back to the house for food and drink, but when
it got to the early evening and he couldn’t even see Gloria any more he decided
to call it a day.
The reason he hadn’t seen any more of Gloria
from his vantage place was because she was sitting in the house waiting for a supper
time fuck, and Alex duly obliged.
On the next day there was no erotic breakfast
with Gloria, or anyone else for that matter, just a hand job in the shower, a
slice of toast and then back to his swing seat.
He was sure he would see her that day so he
had a close shave and paid more attention than usual to his grooming, and he
was right to do so, because as soon as his bum hit the swing seat and he looked
through the large hole in the neighbours fence he could see activity on the
patio and the French doors were wide open, and there were signs of life, and he could hear some
indistinct chattering.
Over the next hour as he continued to watch,
several people had emerged from the house and either sat on the patio or just
milled around but none of them were Clarissa, and then suddenly he saw
something out the corner of his eye and when he turned to look he saw her
emerge from the side of his house wearing a lovely floral summer dress and his
heart soared.
Alex thought to himself that It was amazing
how quickly she had gone from an unwelcome intruder on his hospitality to
filling his every waking thought, at least when he wasn’t shagging some other
strumpet, and he hadn’t even bedded her yet.
Clarissa wasn’t even his normal fare and
ticked none of his boxes sexual attraction wise, but still he couldn’t wait to
see her and he thought maybe there was more than sex about her, but then he
lost his train of thought before he reached a conclusion as he noticed she was
braless as she approached him in her summer dress.
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