Choice Tales from the Vale – (327) Getting Wet on the Hills

The Pepperstock Hills National Park stretches from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracts a variety of visitors.

The Quarry Hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries have been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples, whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk, it was also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where 30 year old Greg Monroe owned and ran the Black Swan Hotel, although he was not a native of Springwater.

Greg was 6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born and raised in the large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.

His parents had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger, who had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

Greg himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times each year.

He loved Willow and the village was very close to his heart and he always felt at peace when he was home.

The downside was that it was situated in the Finchbottom Vale, which nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, but however attractive it might have been, it was featureless in many ways and that was a problem for Greg, and that is perhaps why he was drawn  to the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park.

His love affair with the region began when, as a 12 year old boy, his Scout troop had their Summer Camp at Oxley Ridge.  

Following his first adventurous fortnight he returned to the Park whenever he could and after University he used his degree to get a job working in the Park, and after five years, when he heard the owner of the Black Swan was retiring, he bought him out.

When he took it on it had 30 rooms and was aimed more at the lower end of the market, a hiking boot and Cagoule flophouse, Greg reduced it to 20 en suite rooms, aimed at a more discerning clientele and after three years the Hotel had built up a solid list of regular guests and had a high overall occupancy rate.

 

Jane Broomfield was also born and raised in Willow and had also fallen in love with the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park from an early age, although she was unable to make the move Greg had, her family did not have the financial resources that the Monroe family had, the Bloomfield’s were by no means a poor family, as they had a long established Pharmacy in the village, but she still had to work for a living, so she worked in the shop and  had to content herself with regular long weekends and short breaks.

But that year her father had been very ill so she had to do a lot more hours in the shop while he was recovering, so when she drove up to Springwater at the end of August it was her first visit for 7 months.

The upside was that her Dad was now fully recovered and as she had missed numerous trip to the Park she had more money in the kitty than usual at her disposal so she decided to treat herself to a week at the Black Swan Hotel in Springwater. 

 

It was at the Black Swan where she first met Greg and also where they shared their first mutually satisfying shag.

After their first few sexual exchanges following that momentous occasion when she first felt his huge pulsing cock inside her, she had hoped to repeat the experience several more times in the days that followed, and she was not disappointed.

 

It was the last full day of Janes holiday, as she was heading back to Willow after checkout the next morning, so she and Greg planned to spend it together on one of the trails.

Considering the fact that the two of them both loved the park so much, it was amazing that they had seen precious little of the glorious hills, the lush valleys or the proud peaks since they got together.

Greg had spent a good deal of time appreciating Jane’s glorious hills with their proud peaks and her lush valley, but the only clambering and climbing they had done was onto the bed.

So on their last day together they set off early, straight after breakfast, with a packed lunch, intending to spend most of the day on the hills, bad weather was due later in the day but they expected to be back at the cottage by then.

However, when they sat down on a rocky outcrop and he opened the pack to retrieve their sandwiches he looked at the distant sky, and he didn’t like what he saw, a thick band of dark cloud, and it was coming their way a few hours early.

Jane could see the concern on his face as he poured tea into their cups as they sat on a large flat rock.

“Should we go back?” she asked

“Yes, I’m afraid so, that band of cloud will be with us in a couple of hours” he said confidently

“So, no time for lunch I’m afraid”

“That’s ok, we can eat the sandwiches back at yours” she said brightly, so they finished their drinks and put the cups in the pack and set off down the hill.

They had got up there by a longer more circuitous route, but Greg  decided they should make their way off the hill ahead of storm as quickly as possible, so they went down the shorter route, they had only just got passed halfway when the low cloud settled a thick mist all around them.

They were suitably dressed for the occasion, but their light jackets were getting wet in the mist, so they stopped and put their cagoules on.

They also had stout footwear on so they could traverse the damp stone path quite surefootedly and subsequently made good time, but before the reach the valley floor the rain arrived in earnest, and even in their waterproof jackets they were still getting wet, With the wind swirling the rain around they from every angle, and in that kind of weather water will always find a way in.

“Do you want to stop for a breather?” he asked

“No let’s press on, I want that lunch you promised me” she replied and smiled so he kissed her rain soaked mouth and they marched on.

They were soaked to the skin in places by the time they reached his cottage, socks obviously, the lower half of their shorts and patched under their cags where the water had found a way in.

Greg unlocked the door and said

“Come in, come in”

Once they were both in the porch and the door was shut he advised

“I think we need to get you out of those wet clothes”

“You promised me lunch first” she said indignantly

“Do you want lunch first?” he queried

“No” she replied and not for the first time that day they kissed, then they removed their cags and hung them up.

As Jane was hanging hers he knelt on the floor and unlaced her boot which she kicked off and then he removed her socks, one at a time and when he stood up she knelt and repeated the exercise for him.

They left the boots and socks in the porch and proceeded into the cottage and Glen was last in, and when he had bolted the door he turned around and Jane had her back to him so he slipped off the light jacket she was wearing and she turned her head and looked up at him so he kissed her again as he unbuttoned her plaid shirt.

She breathed in for him as he yanked the shirt tails from her waistband and when it was off he threw it on the floor, they stopped kissing and she just leaned back against him breathing deeply, and as he glanced down he could see her breasts rising and falling as he undid her shorts and with a little wiggle of her hips the shorts fell to the floor and she stepped out of them and turned to face him, and  stood there wearing a pale blue all in one silk and lace body suit, very sexy, and not practical hill walking thermal shorts and vest, much more stylish and Glen thought it deliciously cock throbbing.

What was also arousing was that there were wet splodges scattered haphazardly in various places, where rain had made contact, the larger splodge of all was around the crotch but Glen was pretty confident that had nothing to do with the rain, and Glen smiled. 

Jane, who seemed oblivious to the reason for his smile, stepped forward and undid his shorts and they fell to the floor and she was pleased to see he had gone commando again.

“Take the rest off” she ordered, so he discarded his jacket and shirt and as they hit the floor one of Jane’s hands began to caress his torso while the other took hold of his cock and tugged on it roughly.

“I’m going to miss you” she said

“I’m going to miss you too” Glen said

“I was talking to your cock” Jane said and chuckled, before she leant in towards him and kissed his skin and by the roughness of her tugging he knew it was time, but before he had time to act her mobile rang and she got on her hands and knees rummaging amongst her clothes, and she found it in the pocket of her shorts, she took it out and leant against his chest and answered it.

“Hi mum” she said absentmindedly stroking his dick

“Yes, I’m still in Springwater, I’m driving back tomorrow”

“I’m not sure how long, three hours all being well”

“Ok, thanks mum, see you later, bye”

She disconnected and put the phone on the table

“What now?” she asked

“Come with me and I’ll show you” he said and led her by the hand and took her upstairs to his bedroom where she crawled onto the bed on all fours and he un-popped her gusset, then she pulled the garment over her hips exposing her round buttocks and her bejewelled Minge, so he quickly joined her on the bed and knelt behind her and gripping her hips he plunged into her hot juice, and  slid his huge stiff shaft between her eager lips.

When he went into her up to his balls, breath left her like air escaping through a valve and the harder he pumped the courser the breath, so Glen reached up and yanked her underwear forward, liberating the wondrous inhabitants and once her ripe fruits were revealed he groped them and Jane turned her head and gave him a smile as he cupped her magnificent globes and repeatedly penetrated her cunny.

Jane began emitting low rasping moans in response to his penetrations as he drove on and on until she went rigid and then they came together, Jane letting out an interjection of satisfaction.

“OHHHHH” she exclaimed as his cock pulsed inside her and then they collapsed breathless on the bed

“Can I have lunch now?” she panted