Choice Tales from the Vale – (326) Lifting Clarissa’s Spirits

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.

 

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, and many other sexual interludes followed, until the day finally arrived when she got what she wanted.

 

After that he found that all his sexual fantasies were about Clarissa, and why not, she was beautiful, with thick curly ginger hair, 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.

 

After two months of a sustained, nerve tingling, knicker wetting, toe curling, knee trembling, orgasmic sexual relationship, with Alex Monroe, culminating in her surrendering her virginity to him, and them declaring their love for each other, she thought it was time to tell her parents.

She was particular keen to impart the news before she left for University which was imminent.  

However because he was ten years older than Clarissa, and she having only just turned 18, she decided it would be better if she were to break the news about their relationship to her parents, alone.

Suffice is to say Alex was not in agreement and wanted very much to be with her, but she insisted, so he had to concede.

Instead he had to sit at home on his own anxiously waiting to hear from her, and he remained on tenterhooks until a little after 9 o’clock, when he heard the sound of the doorbell.

The bell continued to ring as he made his way up the hall and when he opened the front door he found a rather tipsy Clarissa St Claire slumped against the doorframe with an open bottle of wine in her hand, but not dressed in a summer top and a short skirt like the first time the drunken ginger knocked at his door, this time she was dressed as a grown up, in a dark green dress and black tights.

“Nightcap” she said and before he had chance to decline Clarissa had pushed past him and straight into the lounge, when he reached the room she was swigging from the bottle, so his first course of action was to confiscate the wine and told her she was restricted to coffee.

 

When he returned to the room Clarissa had kicked off her shoes and was sitting on the sofa with her legs up so Alex put the coffee down on the table beside her and he sat on a pouffe opposite her, and he let her talk, and they sat there in his lounge drinking coffee as she gave him a blow by blow account of the conversations she had with her parents, and it had not gone well.

As the conversation proceeded and she elaborated a little further

“They’ve forbidden me to see you” she said, and then stuck her chin out defiantly “but I’m here”

“I even wore this to make me look more grown up” She said and tried to say more but tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.

So, Alex knelt on the floor beside her and offered himself up to comfort her with arms open wide

“I’m sorry” she said gratefully accepting his open arms and burying her tearstained face in his neck, while he made encouraging noises and stroked her back, but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of his expertise, and was new territory for him, he’d never been in a relationship before.

Nonetheless they held that position for some time until Clarissa’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower until they eventually abated, but still she held on to him tightly and then began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast, which had been content to rest easy in his pants all evening, stirred and opened his solitary eye.

 

While still nuzzling his neck, her hands began to caress up and down his back and her nuzzles turned to kisses.

“Now this is in my field of expertise” he thought and reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his.

Her lips were soft, her mouth was hot and her tongue was electric.

Clarissa’s hands began to claw at his shirt dragging it free of his waistband then with great urgency she adjusted her position, so she was seated facing him as her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons. When she had accomplished her task, she almost ripped the shirt off his back, and those trembling hands were then on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.

Alex meanwhile had one hand on the zip of her dress and tugged it down without ceremony while his other hand pulled the dress off her shoulders, reluctantly she released her grip on his torso long enough to allow her dress to fall to her waist, and quickly wriggled her arms free of the sleeves and they returned to their previous task.

Her kissing became more intense as he turned his attention to her bra and released the fastener between the cups and replaced the black lace with his hands, and she snorted though her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipples.  

Alex pushed her backwards onto the sofa and broke his lips away from her mouth and quickly transferred his affections to her pink teats sucking on them like a hungry child as his hand began its trek along the inside of her thigh, only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights between him and the silky skin of her inner thigh.

He loved the feel of the fabric against his palm; it felt warm and welcoming in its density, it was the first time she’d worn tights since he’s known her.

As his hand crept up ever-higher Clarissa’s firm thighs opened and closed in anticipation and she moaned quietly as her buttocks squirmed on the sofa, and her breaths were becoming deep and erratic.

When he reached Shangri-La he could feel the heat from her pussy and as he looked down at her she was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, she was biting her lip and pulling her ginger hair.

Alex returned to her breasts, which were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest, but he stopped sucking on her tits, choosing instead to watch her as he reached the heart of her fire and he fingered her though her tights, the fabric slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her juices oozed through the fabric, and Clarissa wriggled beneath his hand and moaned dirtily, and her hands gripped the edges of the sofa until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.

Alex reached up under her dress and with both hands smartly yanked the tights from her arse and down her thighs, then he went up there again for her pants this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the sofa, so the black lace rolled easily off her buttocks, but as he tugged her exceedingly wet knickers from her crotch they made a sharp ripping sound like a plaster being removed, which  simultaneously made Clarissa gasp and his cock involuntarily twitch.

Alex then pulled them all the way off one leg and holding that leg by the ankle he began kissing her all the way down her leg so he could taste her juicy ginger pussy, but he only got as far as the back of her knee when she panted

“Oh God I’m ready Alex”

He kissed a few more inches beyond her knee.

“Please don’t make me wait,” she begged, so he hurriedly undid his trousers and bared his throbbing dick as she spread her legs wide to receive him, a glorious triangle of ginger hair pointing the way towards the dewy pink lips of her waiting cunny.

He slid his hands down her outer thighs until he had her buttocks in hand and then he thrust his cock into her grateful cunny which was like wearing a warm sheath of liquid velvet, Clarissa let out a low animal growl which excited him greatly and with each successive length he gave her she exhaled a low animal grunt

His hands left her buttocks and moved to her breasts and her legs wrapped around him as the strokes were getting shorter, her moans more urgent, more guttural, more animals until crescendo and Clarissa’s whole body seemed to be in spasm before him as he emptied into her pulsing and twitching.

Alex fell forward and her arms went round him like a sprung trap and she kissed him wetly on the mouth, which he reciprocated.

“I wonder what mummy and daddy would think about this” she said and chuckled

 

Clarissa and gone to his house in open defiance of her parent’s forbiddance to see Alex, what happened on the sofa was purely for her own pleasure, so the evening had ticked both boxes.

She ensured that she would tick them both again when she defiantly

stayed the night.