Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was
appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary
was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a
reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of
hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide
hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he
primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his
dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could
do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly
did.
When he first found out he was being sent
to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed
being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he
was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was
quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and
willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep”
which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs
closet.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants
that he considered fair game.
There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as
they all came with a bed.
One such easy target
was a regular visitor call Anna Fulbrook who was a 30 something entrepreneur
with pots of money.
The staff called her
Long Tall Sally, because she was a tall woman, six foot one,
stick thin, with little or no visible bust line, and she had no hips to speak
of and from behind she looked like a boy, especially with her short brown hair
and huge feet.
She looked younger than she was by about
five years and she had a pretty face, which was even prettier when she smiled
which she always did when Gary was around.
She had been a regular for several years
but since his arrival at the helm her regular visits had doubled after she
first got to know him properly.
It happened after a business meeting in her suite, she always took one
of the Palace suites which had in addition to the normal facilities in a hotel
room and sitting room and an office come meeting room which enabled her to hold
business meetings in her suite.
Gary Playford happened to be on the same floor as Anna Fulbrook’s suite,
patrolling his domain, although his assistant manager Blaire preferred to call
it prowling for victims, when the meeting broke up and it was quite obvious
that all had not gone well.
Three red faced men emerged muttering and a fourth came out and kicked a
fire bucket.
He was not enamoured with their behaviour but he was more concerned with
what may have happened on the other side of the door to Anna Fulbrook.
He knocked on the door
and was releived to hear Anna say
“Come in”
He opened the door and found Long Tall Sally sitting on the desk.
“Is everything ok” he asked
“Yes” she replied “it’s the same old story
I’m afraid, they still think it’s a man’s world, and they don’t like it when the
little woman tells them that it’s not”
“Little woman?” he asked and they both
laughed
“Ok I admit that’s a bad turn of phrase”
Anna said still laughing
“The truth is that half of the men I have
to deal with think I’m a brainless bimbo and the other half think I’m a
lesbian”
Gary nodded as he digested her words and
then Anna suddenly became concerned that he might actually think that she was a
lesbian and so she kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back until he fell
back in a chair and she invaded his mouth with her tongue.
“I’m not a lesbian” she said between kisses
“I guess not” he replied and she stuck her
tongue back in his mouth.
This was not how he envisaged things going
and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted it to proceed at that moment but the kiss
was good.
“She’s not your type” a voice said in his
head “Who are you trying to kid, she’s got a pulse hasn’t she?” he answered.
Anna climbed onto his lap and she had him
trapped, so he did the noble thing and resisted no more and decided to adopt a
more hands on approach and got one hand on what transpired to be a braless
breast and the other on her surprisingly tender bum.
On its way to her fleshy cheek it surveyed
the landscape and found the dress she was wearing was seamless.
As his other hand toyed with her seriously
aroused nipple he thought even a skinny Minnie like Anna couldn’t pull that
kind of garment on over her head, so he was at a loss as to how he would get
into it.
And then as if he had conveyed his concern
telepathically she sat bolt upright on his lap and reached down to the hem and
unzipped about 12” of it along the side seem giving the appearance of a slit
and exposed her long thigh.
As she resumed her previous position he
thought he was sure that the zip would go a lot high that that so once they had
settled back down to the comfortable kissing they had been indulging in before,
his hand left her nipple and travelled down to her knee, which if he was not
mistaken trembled slightly beneath his touch.
Gary slid his palm from her knee up the
long limb with the softness of her 200 denier tights covering the firm thigh
exposed by the open zip along its full length to the top of her leg and he
found the zip moved so he pushed it upwards higher and higher and higher until
it came to a stop just below her armpit.
He could see a shard of pink flesh
stretching from the waist band of her tights up to her ribcage.
Gary prided himself in doing his partner
full justice and he would normally do things by the numbers, teasing and toying
their treasures bringing them slowly to the boil before delivering the
coup-de-grâce.
But Anna, ever in control, took control and
she jumped up from his lap and deftly discarded the remnants of her dress.
and she briefly stood in front of him
wearing expensive 200 denier black tights over what he presumed were expensive
knickers and then his eyes were drawn to her soft little tits surmounted by
needle sharp nipples, which did their tiny dance as she slipped out of her
tights and knickers and he was looking at the hairiest beaver he had ever seen,
and it formed a huge triangle occupying the whole of her pelvic region, it was
magnificent, so thick and curly that it momentarily distracted him.
“Come on Gary your turn” she said and pull
him upright from the chair and proceeded to undress him and when she had
stripped him down to his socks she pushed him back in to the chair.
“Very nice” she said and climbed aboard and
sliding herself down his shaft.
Once he was plugged into her the tigress of
the board room was purring like a pussycat as she rose and fell on him.
Her long legs were wrapped around the chair
with her big flipper feet hooked behind the legs and she was gripping the chair
behind his head and banging down on him like a jack hammer and all he could do
was hang on to her little boyish arse and add to the animalistic cacophony with
his own moaning until that perfect moment when she came noisily and milked
every drop from him.
As he sat in the chair beneath her he
thought he would definitely like to reprise that performance.
“Now you know I’m not a lesbian” she said
panting hard and kissed him before sliding herself off his wilting manhood.
And as she stood in front of him he
couldn’t take his eyes off her glorious beaver.
“You’re bush is magnificent” he said
awestruck
She looked down at the hairy beast and said
“Yes” she agreed “I have to maintain a
hairy one otherwise you wouldn’t know which way I was facing” and then she
laughed so hard her tiny little tits jiggled and he joined in.
That was the first of many occasion that he
saw Long Tall Sally and her thick hairy bush.
She still wasn’t really his type but he
made an exception in her case, because she was such a good fuck.
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