Tuesday, 17 August 2021

Choice Tales from the Vale – (320) The Ginger Nubile (Part 2)

 

Alex noticed she was braless as she approached him in her summer dress.

“Hello” she said when she was within ten feet of him

“Hello honey”

“Did you miss me?” she asked, although she already knew the answer because she had spied the swelling in his shorts

“Everyday” he answered truthfully and she nodded her approval of his answer and slowly moved closer and as she walked towards him she began unbuttoning the front of her dress and he could see as each button yielded to her finger that his assertion that she was braless, was correct.

When she reached the deck and bent down to kiss him he could see right down to her ginger bush.

“Where are your knickers?” he asked, between kisses, and her white flesh flushed pink before his eyes

“In my bedroom” she replied “they were wet, very very wet”

As they kissed her intoxicating perfume enveloped him and then Clarissa straightened up and slowly wriggled her shoulders free of her dress until she was naked to the waist, before she inched forward so Alex could kiss her fleshy breasts and then offered up each nipple to his mouth in turn so he could suck on them as she ran her fingers through his hair.

She was breathing steadily as his hands went under her dress and moved slowly up her outer thighs until they reached her ample buttocks where he kneaded her delicious cheeks, and she withdrew her baubles beyond the reach of his lips and once again she bent down to kiss him, though this time it was more of a sloppy and passionate type of kiss as Clarissa’s knees started to wobble and for the first time since she arrived Clarissa seemed to have lost her focus and was unsure of her next move.

Luckily, he had been thinking about what he would do when he next got to grips with her, so he brought the sloppy kiss to an abrupt end and said

“Lay down across my lap honey”

He was sat in the middle of the swing seat and to his left were a pile of cushions, so she climbed on his lap and tried to resume the kissing.

“No honey face down”

“Oh ok” she said, a little unsure of his intent, but enthusiastically launched herself across his knee regardless and ended with her head on the pile of pillows.

Alex then lifted the skirts of the dress to expose her wondrous buttocks and caressed the soft flesh of her cheeks before his fingers homed in on her pussy, and he found she was deliciously moist to his touch and he said

“Look through the shrubbery Honey, and tell be what you see”

So she lifted her head to look and a moment later she gasped and simultaneously her buttocks clenched and her thighs clamped shut, denying him access to the source of her heat, then she turned and looked over her shoulder with a horrified look on her face.

“We can’t do it here”

“It’ll be alright darling” he reassured her

“But what if I cum?” she asked will alarm and rolled onto her side, exposing her ripe hanging fruit.

“Oh you will definitely cum honey” he promised her

“But what if they hear me?” she said “They mustn’t hear me cum”

“That’s what the pillows are for” he reassured her

“oh, ok” she exclaimed and rolled back on to her front

“But you can’t just bury you face in them, you have to keep watching your family while I’m fingering you” he insisted

“I can’t” she begged

“That’s a condition, you stop looking and I stop touching”

“OK I understand,” she said “I don’t want you to stop, so I’ll watch them”

The houses in that part of the village were large and detached with generous garden and the distance between Clarissa’s position on Alex’s lap and the nearest member of the St Claire family was roughly 40 yards away, now Alex had plenty of personal experience of hearing Clarissa orgasm, so he knew full well just how loud she was but the truth of the matter was she wasn’t loud enough to be heard 40 yards away above the sound of the family chatter and wind rustling the leaves in the trees, but she hadn’t appreciated that.

However the unclenching of her buttocks and the unclamping of her thighs showed she had relaxed sufficiently for him to regain access to her and when he returned to the seat of her previous moistness he found her creamily wet and she let out a little gasp as his finger went in her, but no one heard it; it was still far too noisy in St Claire’s garden.

Over the weeks since he became a regular visitor to the contents of her underwear he had got her very wet but he’d never got her so wet so quickly, clearly the  perceived danger was really exciting her, and he planned to take full advantage of the situation.

Alex watched her lying across him, with her firm buttocks exposed, as his fingers probed at her juicy minge and his skilful digits rubbed and worked on her and Clarissa’s cunny responded with liquid acquiescence.

She had adopted the sniper position as she braced her straight left leg against the arm rest while her right leg was crooked and her foot was on the floor, the result of this was to open her up for further ministrations so he pushed two finger into her juiciness.

He was positioned in such a way that he could fiddle with her fanny with his right hand and caress one of her plump breasts with his left and there was a very stimulating audible squelching from her pussy where he was frigging it with two fingers and his double digit ministrations were eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her and he looked down at her wriggling squirming form as he played her like an instrument, rather like Rick Wakeman at his keyboards.
It wasn’t long before he brought her to a satisfying climax, and as she approached she grabbed the hand that was fondling her breast and clamped it over her mouth and as she stared through the shrubbery and the hole in the fence at her laughing chattering family, she came, hard.

After she unclamped his hand from her mouth, she gasped out “oh wow, that was so, so…….”

Clarissa couldn’t articulate further and just collapsed onto the pillows but she wanted to say deliciously dirty, and Alex looked at her and smiled as she remained sprawled across his lap, and he knew in that moment that it was no longer just about the sex for him.

 

He had one hand lightly caressing one of her magnificent cheeks and the other stroked the perfect unblemished skin on her naked back as he sat there in the dappled shade of the camellia on that pleasant summer morning listening to the sound of the light breeze in the trees, a chorus of birdsong, a murmuring virgin and the whisper of her fanny farts.

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