Greg and Jane spent a pleasant half an hour
sitting outside the Bluebird chatting about their shared love of both Willow
and the Pepperstock Hills, however there
was one other thing they had in common and that was the their indifference to
each other, they both thought the other were both pleasant and attractive in
equal measure and good company, there was just no attraction, each saw the
other as good friend material but nothing more.
When they parted company and had gone their
separate ways, her back to the Hotel and she assumed he went to the Rescue
Station, what she didn’t know when she left was that he was the owner of the
Hotel, she thought he was just helping out because she was late arriving.
He hadn’t told her because he had no reason to
believe she didn’t know what he was.
The following day was a complete wash out and
it rained all day and into the early hours of the next, so Jane was forced to
spend the day sketching in the confines of her room, apart from the two hours
when she had to vacate the room for housekeeping from 10am to 12 when she went
out for a drive and when she went out for meals.
The rains came at the end of a long dry spell
and its ferocity dislodged all the moss from the roof which promptly clogged
the gutter outside Greg’s office so his first job of the day found him standing
on a step ladder with a bucket in one hand and a trowel in the other,
unfortunately as he reached the top and was about to start shovelling the muck
into the bucket the steps wobbled, and in order to avoid falling he dropped the
trowel and reached out for a hand hold, and grabbed the gutter, but the bracket
snapped and the gutter came away from the wall emptying its contents on him
soaking him from the chest down.
“Oh bollocks” he yelled and scurried down to
terra firma muttering all the way, then he dropped the bucket by the steps and
went back into his office, fortunately he didn’t need to go through reception
as his office door opened out onto the small patio where he had been working.
“I don’t believe I did that” he said angrily,
although the anger was directed at himself
His polo shirt, shorts and socks were all
soaked so he had to change his clothes.
Fortunately, he always kept a change of
clothes in his office, so he started with his socks, followed by his shorts and
then his pants.
Jane was thrilled when she woke up to blue
skies and quickly got up and showered, she was a little cross that they still
hadn’t fixed her showerhead but she coped and was downstairs eating breakfast
by 7.30.
After breakfast she stopped at reception to
report the faulty showerhead again but there was no one there so she decided to
try in the office.
Greg had removed his socks, shorts and pants
and was struggling to pull the sopping wet polo shirt off over his head when
the office door opened.
“Hello!” Jane called as she turned the
doorknob and pushed it open, and when she looked in she exclaimed
“Oh my God!”
When she saw a trouserless man standing in
front of her with a huge cock, she didn’t know who’s cock it was as the man had
his face covered but in all honesty she didn’t look very hard as she was more
interested in his huge dong, it wasn’t porn film huge and it was admittedly
flaccid but nonetheless it was an impressive piece of meat, and although she
was no virgin, she didn’t have an excessively large number of male members to
compare it too, it was certainly the largest specimen she had ever seen, and
she could only imagine it aroused, which was arousing her, so she reluctantly
closed the door and left.
Glen knew someone was there but didn’t know
who, he had a polo over his head which meant he couldn’t see and it also served
to muffle his hearing, and when he finally extricated his head from his shirt
there was no one there and the door was shut.
“This day just keeps getting better and
better” he said
Someone had been there, and he had no idea who
the person was that he’d exposed his junk to, or whether it was a member of
staff or a guest.
He opened the top draw of his filing cabinet
and took out his spare shirt and shorts, unfortunately he had no spare pants so
he would have to go commando until he could go home and change at lunchtime.
After leaving the Hotel Jane headed out of Springwater and into the surrounding
hills with the intention of resuming her artistic endeavours, the problem was
she couldn’t get the image of the huge swinging dick out of her head and it was
making her exceptionally horny.
She found a suitable spot and tried to
distract herself with some sketching, however after half an hour all she’d
managed to draw was a rather life like representation of a large cock.
Once Greg had redressed, he tentatively opened
the office door but found that there was no sign of any hysterical women, so he
thought he had better get back to work, the guttering needed to be repaired but
he thought it better if he got a professional in, so after making a call to a
local firm he went out to reception and checked on the computer for any
outstanding jobs, and he noted that a faulty shower head had been reported in
room 12.
Jane Bloomfield was not by nature a sexual
being, she had had a number of boyfriends over the years but none of them
turned out to be keepers in the end.
Working at the pharmacy kept her busy, her art
occupied her leisure time, and she enjoyed her own company, especially when she
was in the Pepperstock Hills.
Nonetheless every now and then she gets an
itch that needs to be scratched, and when she had a fella in tow she would get
him to scratch it, however the rest of the time she would have to do her own
scratching, and she was very good at it.
But that morning as she sat on a rocky
outcrop, she had an unbelievable itch which she was desperate to scratch, but
there was a problem.
Because of the torrential rain of the previous
day, which kept all but the most hardened folk indoors, the blue skies had
bought everyone out on the Hills, which meant
that everywhere she looked there were walkers, so there was no solitude
where she could let her fingers do the walking, So there was no alternative but
for her to hurry back to the Hotel and give herself a cheeky finger.
Greg grabbed his tool box in preparation of
going upstairs to Room 12 and as he walked along he found being commando was
strangely liberating with his huge cock hanging down the leg of his shorts
rather than being tightly confined in his pants.
When he reached the room he let himself in
with his master key card, he walked into the room, past the bed, which was
littered with items of clothing including underwear, and into the “L” shaped
bathroom, past the toilet, and the sink and into the shower cubicle, which was tucked
in the corner of the “L”, and he immediately began dismantling the showerhead.
Guests at the Black Swan were required to
vacate the room for housekeeping at 10am until 12, and Jane arrived back just
before half past 10, and she was not only the horniest she could ever remember
but she was also desperate for a piss.
Once in the room she went straight into the
bathroom lowered her shorts and knickers and even before her cheeks hit the
seat, she released a jet of piss.
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