Choice Tales from the Vale – (329) Stalking her Prey (Part 1)

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 thirty two year old Gloria Samson lived and worked.

She was under no illusions about herself, she knew she was very plain looking, the large aquiline nose didn’t help, but she thought her short blonde hair was her crowning glory, though when she was working she wore it in a pony tail, and she worked a lot, in fact her work ethic bordered on the epic and she was also a very small woman, standing 5ft tall in stocking feet.

But being stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, and no hips to speak of, meant from behind she looked like a boy, she had very nice legs though and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway.

So, she had no major assets to speak of, not visible ones at any rate, she had her work ethic obviously, a gentle nature, a heart as big as the moon and she was very good in bed.

The problem was she was alone, as her husband of 10 years Terry, told her out of the blue that he had been seeing another woman, for six years, and he was leaving her to live with Dawn in Abbottsford.

She was devastated because she was a happily married woman, and she thought it was a good marriage and she did love him, admittedly the sex wasn’t earthmoving, as he wasn’t very adventurous or imaginative in the bedroom, and was strictly a missionary only kind of guy, but she did love him.

Ironically, she had just ended a brief fling a few weeks earlier stating her love for her husband as the reason she was ending it.

Gloria was a cleaner and because of her hard work she had built up list of regular clients in the big houses in the posh part of Willow and a couple of those houses were on Waterside Road.

In fact her very first job was on that road, the Monroe house, when she started it was working for the parents of the present Monroe in residence, and it was with Alex that she had the brief fling with.

It wasn’t a love affair or anything of that nature, it was simply no strings attached sex, and nor was it instigated by her, it was all down to Alex who took advantage of her while she was sprawled on the top of the domed trunk in the hallway while she was reaching for her wedding ring, not that she was complaining, she loved it and she jumped him uninvited a couple of times.

Nevertheless she brought it to an end because of her marriage, but that was now over and so was the chance of picking up with Alex again because he was now all loved up with the St Claire girl, who was the daughter of another of her long standing clients.

Although she was on a promise of a nerve tingling, knicker wetting, toe curling, knee trembling totally orgasmic Christmas box which she had every intention of collecting.

There was one other man in her life however that she thought was a suitable candidate for her affections and her lust who was another of her long-standing clients, Dr Rowe.

 

Dr Phillip Rowe was a physio therapist who divided his time between St Lucy’s Hospital in Sharpington, where he held NHS Clinics, 3 times a week and his private practice which he ran out of his home in Willow, and it was in his surgery that he first met Gloria.

 

Gloria had torn her calf muscle and needed physio on it, but the NHS waiting list was insanely long, so she had to go private, it was expensive but necessary as she needed it to heal as quickly as possible so she could keep up her punishing work schedule without letting her clients down.

It turned out to be a wise investment as she ended up getting him as a client, and he was a good one as he wanted someone to do 4 hours, three days a week, and one and an hour and a half every other day, because he was a little OCD and needed the toilets cleaning every day.

She didn’t mind and because he had struggled to find someone to meet his needs, once he had seen her in action, he paid very well.

 

He was a quiet unassuming man, 37 years old, medium height, slim build, with thinning sandy hair and grey eyes, and she liked him very much, and had from the beginning.

She also knew that he liked her, or at least he liked looking at her, because she had caught him on numerous occasions, and she was really flattered, not many men looked at her the way he did.

But she was a happily married woman, so she carried on working and he carried on watching and she remained flattered.

However, after Terry had left her she decided to reassess the situation and explore whether or not there was potential for a relationship.

Her first move was to test the strength of his attraction unfortunately she didn’t have an extensive arsenal of weaponry at her disposal.

She wasn’t tall and leggy nor was she curvy or hippy so she would just have to make the most of what she did have.

Although Gloria was by her own admission, plain, she did however have charming green eyes and a lovely smile, she was also small and petite which moved her into cute territory, she also possessed that greatly underappreciated trait of a nice personality.

Her personality had certainly carried her a long way, which was why he always greeted her arrival, on his surgery days, with a cheerful countenance and an invitation to tea and biscuits in the kitchen.

But with his shyness, personality and refreshments wasn’t going to get her over the line, and for that she needed to deploy her best assets, one being an extremely cute bum and the other was her really nice legs.

More often than not, because she knew she had great legs, she wore short skirts and because she had the arse of a teenage boy her second outfit of choice was jeggings.

When she was wearing the former she would perform tasks around him which involved her stretching up to her maximum height or on tiptoes so the hem of her skirt would rise just enough

  to expose the merest glimpse of her panties.

When she was wearing jeggings or leggings she would perform lower level tasks around him that involved her bending over at the waist and serving up the delicious view of her pert round bum, she always knew when she had hit the mark because his cheeks would be flushed when she turned around.

Gloria was not blessed with a chest of any note in fact her offerings were on the meagre side, regardless she took to going braless and wearing very clingy tops to make the best of what she had, and arousing her nipples before entering a room he was in she thought would peak his interest.

However, despite all her best efforts, and the fact that he had noticed her and furthermore relished the tableaux she presented to him, he didn’t act.

This inaction on her part left her very frustrated, and on top of that her period started.

Immediately following her period, she was always incredibly horny, so she planned to seriously up her game on the first day she was free of the curse.

Instead of a clingy top she went for something more loosely fitting in a translucent fabric, her shortest skirt, and a pair of black silk knickers with lace trim.