Choice Tales from the Vale – (342) The Morning After the Night Before

 

It was the day after St Andrews day, and the morning following the celebration Dinner Dance at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere, and it was in a room at the Hotel where Jane Bloomfield was in bed with her boyfriend Greg Monroe.

They were sleeping late as they had partied late but Jane still woke about 7 am and spent the following hour drifting in and out of sleep before she got up to go to the toilet.

The moment she sat down there was a sharp release of early morning wind, then she removed her tampon, and when she realized her period was finished, she had a long relaxing pee with a smile on her face.

 

She got up from the loo and went straight into the shower to get herself clean and fresh and ready for action.

As she intimately washed herself she was thinking back to her performance under the table at the ball where she sucked and wanked off Greg’s formidable organ as well as looking forward to skewering herself on it.

She got out the shower and began drying herself

“Now I’m all clean I’m ready to get dirty again” she said to herself and as she sat on the edge of the bath drying her legs she dropped her towel when she had dried her inner thighs and slipped her fingers between her lips and couldn’t believe how creamy she was

“I can get it wetter than that” she said and went to work on herself

 

Greg heard the bathroom door slowly open and close again and then he felt the duvet move and he could hear the soft rustle of the sheets and the warmth of another body, the warmth of a naked body, a soft naked body.

He could feel Jane’s breath on his neck and her stiff nipples pressing in his back and the fluff of her freshly laundered bush brushing against his buttocks and he got the oh too familiar stirring in his loins as she was pressed so close against him it was like he had a second skin.

“Hello stud” she said as she slid her hand across his skin and grasped his semi aroused cock so he rolled onto his back and she stroked him to a full hard on and kissed him on the mouth with true conviction and plenty of tongue while her hand tugged on his shaft.

“I don’t think she’ll wait for foreplay,” Greg thought to himself

“She’s well and truly ready to go”

His suspicion was she had already started the party long before she crawled back into bed and it wasn’t long after that, a matter of moments no more, she let go of his shaft and climbed on to it.

Jane let out a long satisfying sigh as her hot creamy cunny encased his cock and she sat up in the saddle, rising and falling on him and eliciting pleasurable moans from him to match her own.

Glen took hold of her piston like hips as she slid her syrupy pussy up and down his shaft and her hands were on his chest as she diligently applied herself to the task, and as she neared her climax her delicious moans grew in intensity and she slumped forward until her head was on his chest and she groaned through gritted teeth as her pelvis thrusted towards the abyss.

Greg let his hands caress her slender form as he too approached the point of no return, and when they reached the frantic final thrusts Jane was like a wild beast lost in the moment so he gripped her arse firmly, before she screamed out in orgasm as he pumped out his ejaculate inside her hot quim.
She collapsed on top of him and panted like a well-exercised spaniel while he stayed inside, as her tight cunny held his cock captive in the heart of her.

After about five minutes she climbed off him with a sigh and collapsed on the bed next to him where she lay there with her right hand on his thigh.

Greg took hold of it in his and held it for a minute or two before raising it to his nose so he could sniff her fingers, but as soon as she realised what he was doing she snatched her hand away.

“Perv” she said

“I thought you’d started without me honey,” he said

“And I was right”

“You’re a pig” she said and turned her back to him, but she was laughing.

He knew she wasn’t easily embarrassed, after all the first time they got together came after he caught her masturbating as she sat on the toilet, and she didn’t stop.

“I’ve spoken to Clarissa and Mira” Jane said,
“And it seems like all the Monroe boys are perverts”

“You don’t normally complain about my perversions” he pointed out

“I’m not complaining now,” she said and rolled over to face him and immediately buried her face in his neck and there they lay for an indeterminate time before making love again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (341) St Andrews Day

 

It was St Andrews day and the Monroe’s were going to a celebration Dinner Dance at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere and at 7.30pm Alex Monroe was standing in front of the Mirror in his hotel room making final adjustments to his highland regalia, as Clarissa emerged from the bathroom wearing a green evening dress.

“Wow” he said “You look stunning”

“Wow yourself” she retorted “I hope you’re not wearing pants under that kilt”

“Of course not” he said and flashed her

“Excellent”

“And you?” he asked

“What do you think?” Clarissa retorted and chuckled

“You are a lovely dirty girl” he said and kissed her

 

Greg meanwhile, was downstairs in the bar, similarly, dressed as his younger brother, and his girlfriend Jane was sat on a stool wearing a red evening dress watching him and lamenting the fact that the huge dong swinging unfettered beneath his kilt would not be coming her way that night because Jane had an unwelcome visitor.

 

The youngest brother Colin had not yet arrived at the Hotel, in fact he hadn’t even left home and was still in bed with Mira Cooke and they had been there all day.

As in the early hours their car broke down while they were travelling to Willow from Tipton in the north of the county, they were further delayed because of a toe-curling sexual escapade in a lay-by on the Finchbottom Expressway.

They went straight to bed when they were back in Willow and slept all day, however they were still in bed at 7.30 because Mira woke up horny, so they would definitely be late to the dinner.

 

After leaving the bar the Monroe brothers and their lusty ladies wandered over to the seating plan to find out where they were sitting.

“Great table” Greg said

“Perfect” Alex said laughing

They had a six-seat table to themselves which was the furthest from the band, so would be relatively quiet, and equidistant from the bar and the toilets without the inconvenience of having other guests squeezing past them. 

“That’s probably the best table in the room” Jane said

“What are we waiting for then” Clarissa said and stuck her arm through Alex’s and added

“You may escort me to my table good sir”

“My pleasure madam”

 

The dinner was well worth the expense, the food was superb, the wine of sufficient quality for drinking in volume and the live music was excellent, which of course led to dancing, during which, Clarissa was being very provocative, every opportunity she got she was squeezing his arse or rubbing her groin against his cock, and at one point she even got her hand on it.

When they returned to the table, Greg was sat there alone, but when they tried to start up a conversation, he was unresponsive, so Alex leant in and whispered

“They must have had a row”

Clarissa nodded and then as they sat there in silence she held his hand under the table.

Clarissa felt sad for Greg, she thought he and Jane were a great couple and she really hoped they would sort things out, but then her mind wandered to baser thoughts, she’d heard the noises that came from Greg’s room the night before, and Alex had told her about how gifted he was in the manhood department, and her thoughts were getting her hot, and she found herself rubbing her pussy through her dress with one hand while still holding Alex’s hand with the other, and then she looked at Greg’s vacant expression and realised that Jane hadn’t gone off in a huff, she was under the table giving him head.

It wasn’t long before Clarissa, had hiked up her dress and began fingering herself in earnest and at the same time relinquishing her grip on Alex’s hand and sought to establish contact with his cock instead.

 

Jane slipped under the table almost immediately Clarissa and Alex left for the dance floor, Jane had chosen Greg’s seat very carefully so that he was facing the room, and everyone was clearly visible to him.

She knew very well that she wouldn’t get through the evening without attending to his huge cock, if they were in their room she would have given him a titwank, but that was not an option in the ballroom, wanking him off under the table was a possibility but there was a high probability that he would spaff on anyone sat opposite.

So she went under the table and Greg had already lifted his kilt to accommodate her.

She hadn’t given him a blowjob before, normally when she had a visitor, because they were both very well endowed, she normally dispatched him with a titwank.

His purple bell end had already emerged from its pink cocoon, so she began by flicking her tongue around his helmet before taking him in her mouth, but he was too big for her to envelope all of him.

So she had both hands on his shaft and wanked on him diligently while she sucked his knob.

If she had looked behind her at that moment, she would have seen Clarissa with her dress hitched up to her middle and her legs spread wide as she frigged her ginger minge furiously and tugged on Alex’s cock.

But she had her hands and her mouth full as she worked on Greg and making his toes curl as she took him to the abyss, closer and closer and closer until he exploded in her mouth and his seed was greedily consumed.

 

Clarissa could tell by the expression on Greg’s face that he had just emptied his sack, after all she’d seen Alex’s “cum face” enough times

“Come with me” she said ensuring her dress covered her minge before she stood up, and Alex did the same with his kilt, although he had to slip his jacket off to hold in front of him to disguise his bulge, he also couldn’t go as fast as Clarissa who had strode off purposely.

“Slow down” he thought as he tried to follow her as she led him first to the lifts, but after pressing both buttons, changed her mind and headed down a corridor, through a door that said staff only, down another corridor finally arriving at another door, labelled “Linen Cupboard” .

“In here” she said

“In a cupboard?” he thought as he stepped inside.

As the door closed the light went on to reveal shelves full of linen, and then Clarissa locked the door and was all over him, she hitched up her dress until her ginger bush was exposed and held the gathered fabric around her waist with one hand and got hold of his cock with the other.

“God Clarissa” he said, “What’s got into you?”

“This, in a minute I hope” She retorted and kissed him hard on the mouth

“Why here?” he asked escaping her lips

“Because I’m so horny,” she said planting another kiss on his mouth,

“We have a lovely room upstairs, with a lovely bed” He pointed out

“I can’t wait” she answered curtly

“Bloody hell what got you so horny” He asked “Not that I’m complaining”

“Greg and Jane didn’t have a row” she said backing up against the door “She was under the table sucking him off”

“What?” He exclaimed with surprise as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Clarissa was panting loudly in his ear as he reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up so her obviously syrupy fanny was at a height to receive him, and once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot cunny

“Ohhhhh God” Clarissa uttered and her legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the door.

Alex had one hand on her hip and the other gripped the coat hook behind the door and he banged her again and again and her fleshy bum cheeks slapped against the veneer and each stroke was met with a vocal response, but as the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened she could only manage grunts until she finished with

“OH GOD YES” As he emptied his sack into her.

They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.

“I really needed that”

“It was ok then?” he asked

“Oh yes, very acceptable”

“Good” He said sincerely “Can I have another drink now?”

“Definitely” she said smiling and kissed him

They quickly made themselves decent and exited the cupboard and retraced their steps down the corridor and returned to the ballroom where they found Jane was no longer under the table and she and Greg had been joined by Colin and Mira.

And the curious fact concerning the Monroe brothers and their girlfriends that night was that Jane was the only one wearing underwear.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (340) Roadside Assistance

 

Colin Monroe and Mira Cooke were driving back from Tipton in the north of the county where Colin had been examining one of the manuscripts his University were interested in.

They drove through the night because they were supposed to be going to a St Andrews Day dinner.

The plan was to drive all night by sharing the driving, sleep all day back in Willow and then they would be fresh for the dinner.

The journey was uneventful, traffic very light with no road works no accidents and subsequently they made good time, but then disaster struck at 3am when they broke down on the Finchbottom Expressway, but they managed to limp into a lay-by.

Fortunately, they were in a hire car which had full breakdown cover so he quickly put in a call and were given a two hour window.

They were parked in the only lay-by on the entire stretch of the Expressway that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees shielding it from the road on one  side and a shrubby copse separating it from fields beyond on the other, and Mira also knew it had been the sight of many lusty adventures between her best friend Clarissa and Colin’s brother Alex, so even before Colin had hung up Mira knew precisely what she wanted to fill the 2 hour window with.

So as soon as he put his phone on the dashboard she leapt into his arms and placed her hand on his cock, which was soon semi hard.

“You can stop tha...” he began but she stopped him talking by sticking her tongue in his mouth.

“That’s not the reason we stopped here,” he said weekly, but that was the sum total of his resistance as moments later he had his hands inside her clothes, and moments after that he had pushed up her bra and had cupped her breast, and she was kissing him urgently, with her tongue darting in and out of his mouth.

After a few minutes he judged it was time for his hand to transfer its allegiance to more southerly climes and settled on her knee and only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of scanty briefs stood between him and Shangri-La, so his hand crept along her thigh, but he couldn’t progress as far as he wanted.

Because she had been squirming and wriggling in her seat so much her tights had start to move down her thighs, so the crotch was no longer in contact with her fanny, but the tights hadn’t fallen low enough for him to get his hand inside them from the top, so he forcefully ripped a hole in the crotch of her tights instead.

The shock of his action made her stop kissing him and after a moment she giggled

“Oh wow, that was sexy” she said “Very masterful”

A grin spread wide across her face then she began kissing him again and set about releasing his swollen manhood from its confines as his hand entered the hole he had made and then his finger explored the considerable moistness of her minge while she tugged his cock out through his open fly.

They had reached the point when he was considering how he was going to finish her off, and she was anticipating when, however the car was suddenly filled with light and they stopped and looked at each other, then out through the back window where the RAC van had come to a stop.

“Shit” Mira said releasing her grip on his cock “you’d better put him away again”

“That’s going to be easier said than done” he retorted as she rearranged her clothes and giggled

 

Colin had managed to wrestle his erection back in his pants just moments before the mechanic reached his door, so he wound down his window and the RAC man said.

“Mr Monroe?”

“Yes”

“What seems to be the problem?”

“We just lost power” Colin said

“Ok jump out and I’ll check the engine management”

“Ok” Colin said although he didn’t exactly jump, his erection meant he had to exit the car very gingerly.

 

An hour later Colin and Mira watched as the RAC van drove out of the lay-by and back onto the Expressway.

“Ok let’s go you home” he said “so we can finish what we started”

“No” she snapped and unzipped his fly “I can’t wait until we get home”

So they stood kissing in the darkness of the lay-by as Mira tugged on his cock and then she suddenly stopped, and gave him a leery smile as she turned around and draped herself over the bonnet, with one foot planted on the floor she swung her other leg up so it lay along the length of the wing with her foot illuminated by the headlight.

Colin stepped behind her where he firstly threw her coat tail to one side, then lifted her skirt up and tucked the hem into her waistband, then using both hands he tore her tights to shreds, and Mira looked over her shoulder at him wide eyed and said

“My God that felt so dirty”

“You should be wearing stockings anyway” he retorted

“It’s too chilly for stockings” she responded, “I didn’t want my fanny to freeze”

“Not much chance of that” Colin said “I’ve never known it to be anything but red hot”

And with that he pushed two fingers into her hot pussy making her gasp and moan, then he frigged her creamy cunny until she yelled in the night

“Oh God I’m so ready”

So, he pulled his sticky fingers away from her dewy lips and replace them with his cock

“Ohhhhh” she exclaimed as she received him and the same again with the next stroke and the next until she came noisily and she panted a few times through gritted teeth and he gave her three more full lengths and then when she came again and the volume of her climax filled the trees as he emptied into her.

 

Dawn was breaking as they left the lay-by and Mira was wearing a smug expression as well as shredded tights.

They went straight to bed when they were back in Willow and slept all day, however they were still late to the dinner because Mira woke up horny.

BAD SANTA # 4

 

Bad Santa is a bit of a perve

And his special seasonal wish

Is for you to jingle his bells

So you get a White Christmas

Choice Tales from the Vale – (075) A Call of Nature

 

Jude Marante was on his Easter break from his second year at Abbottsford University and he was at his parents’ home in Shallowfield, and his parents and younger brother Tony were all at work.  

It was around lunchtime, but being a student he hadn’t been up for long and he wasn’t even dressed, he had showered and was wearing his robe and was on his way to the kitchen for a late breakfast or an early lunch.

But he only got halfway down the hall when there was a knock on the front door and when he opened it he found Sylvia Silverman standing on the step, fidgeting.

Sylvia was his younger brother Tony’s ex-girlfriend who was a cute little brunette, who he had fancied all the time she was dating Tony, and he always suspected it was mutual, but then he went off to uni and she and Tony broke up.

“Hey” he said

“Hi Jude” she said still fidgeting

“How are you?” Jude asked

“Desperate” she replied

“What?”

“I’m desperate for the loo” she said

“Oh” he said and laughed “You’d better come in then”

“Thanks” Sylvia said and dropped her stuff in the hall and darted into the downstairs loo, but significantly didn’t shoot the bolt.

Jude stood out in the hall and could hear the seat go down and the rustle of clothes which he imagined to be her tights and drawers and then a bump as her arse hit the seat, all of which gave him the horn. Sylvia then proceeded to pee, a lot and this did nothing to diminish his erection as he found it nerve tinglingly arousing.

When the horse like urination reduced to drops and dribbles he pushed the handle down and opened the door just as she was about to wipe herself dry and she was unalarmed by his entrance, she stopped what she was about to do and smiled because Sylvia had noticed his cock twitching beneath his robe so she reached forward and pulled the loosed end of his belt so his robe fell open and then grabbing the two halves she had a good long look at his awakening cock before she pulled him closer.

Once she had him standing in front of her Sylvia began pulling his stork gently and looked up at his face as she played with him and the smiling Sylvia said.

“I’ve been looking forward to this”,

“Me too” Jude replied and returned her smile and closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob and her tongue began to flick around his helmet in quick feather light licks.

Until all at once in one smooth warm wet instant he was in her mouth.

“Oh that’s so nice Sylv,” he gasped but as wonderfully sensual as it was he was aching to be in a different part of her so he withdrew from her voracious mouth and stood her up and then lifted her up so her pert arse was sitting on top of the cistern.

“Oh that’s chilly” she giggled as he lifted her legs up so he could pull her black tights and knickers off over her ankles.

Jude was soon stood in front of her again and kissed her as he thrust his cock between her wet whiskers and she let out a long coarse breath.

“I knew I’d get you one day” she said smugly as her arms locked around his neck and her legs hooked behind his arse as she took what she gone to the house for in the first place.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (074) Double Trouble on the Train

 

Lifelong best friends Greg Wishaw and Joshua Regal worked together for Stanislas, Boivin and Champeaux Solicitors in Finchbottom and spent their annual bonus on the trip of a life time on the Orient Express and were partying hard in the bar car when Greg got chatting with a drop dead gorgeous girl called Tara Harfield, who was serious posh totty, and seriously hot.    

She was five foot two with red hair and a pale complexion and was cutely freckled and she was with a friend, Sonja Marti who was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.

They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut party outfits.

Greg wasn’t sure where Sonja went but while Joshua got wasted Greg got lucky as he and Tara slipped away from the party and the moment they left the bar car she was all over him and as her tongue explored his mouth his hands explored inside her top and tried to unhook her bra.

“No not here” she said and walked away “Come on”

And she ran giggling down the corridor and he ran after her until she stopped abruptly outside her cabin, where she stood fingering her hair and chewing her lip while she waited for him and then he kissed her and again tried to liberate her breasts only to be thrwarted once more.

“Not out here” she said

“Lets go inside then” he urged

“Ok” she said and kised him “But let me go first to get ready”

“Ok” he agrees

“Give me 5 minutes” Tara said and kissed him again

He was arroused from the moment they kissed but while he waited the five minutes outside her cabin he just got harder and harder. 

When his five minutes were up he entered the cabin and quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied in the dimly lit room a naked buttock protruding from beneath a blanket on the top bunk.

“There you are” he said

And feeling himself restricted he shed his trousers and pants, and leant in and kissed her plump cheek and his arousal continued.

Greg caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips.

At his first touch she was considerably more than moist and lathered up even more as he stroked her and she began moaning softly into her pillow.

As she warmed to his rhythmic touch he penetrated her with two fingers and her instant response was to roll over and spread herself wide so he could frigged her hole with two fingers and lap up the resulting juice with his tongue.

But as Tara moaned appreciatively in response to his efforts he suddenly felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him completely and he lifted his head from Tara’s cunny and asked

“Who’s that?”

“Oh that’s my best friend Sonja” Tara said “We share everything”

“I love to share” he said and buried his face back into Tara’s pussy while Sonja sucked on his cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (339) Thanksgiving Girl

 

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 physiotherapist Dr Rowe lived and worked.

 

Dr Phillip Rowe was a quiet unassuming physio therapist, 37 years old, medium height, slim build, with thinning sandy hair and grey eyes, who divided his time between St Lucy’s Hospital in Sharpington, where he held NHS Clinics, 3 times a week and his private practice he ran out of his home in Willow, and It was in his surgery that he first met Gloria.

She 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.

Right from the first appointment he was taken by Thirty two year old Gloria Samson, he knew by reputation that she was a hard worker, and very reliable as a cleaner, but when he first saw her charming green eyes and lovely smile, that was when it happened.

During the appointments she was very chatty and he liked the fact that she was under no illusions about herself, she knew she was very plain looking, the large aquiline nose didn’t help, and she was skinny and flat chested, and because of her narrow hips and small bum, from behind she was sometimes mistaken for a boy.

Not by him though, he saw the petite little woman, standing 5ft tall in stocking feet, in a very different light, with her short blonde hair, stunning legs and tiny feet.

When her treatment was over, he offered her a job cleaning the surgery, not because he needed a new cleaner but because he wanted to keep on seeing her.

But seeing her almost every day he realised she was possessed of a great work ethic, a gentle nature, a heart as big as the moon and that greatest of underappreciated traits, a nice personality, and once they began sleeping together he discovered another major asset, she was exceptionally good in bed, in fact the sex was fantastic and her appetite was voracious.

However, as the weeks went by, the sex did not abate, but he soon realised in the quiet times in between the sex that he had fallen in love with Gloria.

He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.

 

It was Thanksgiving Day and when he woke up that morning, he decided that he would ask Gloria something when she came to clean that day.

He got up, showered and shaved but when he drew the bedroom curtains and looked out it appeared that winter had arrived early.

He turned on the TV and discovered that the Vale was gripped in winters bitter grasp and snow fall and near blizzard conditions had closed a lot of the roads.

He slipped on his dressing gown and went downstairs to his surgery and checked his diary, he only had three appointment’s that day, none of them local to Willow so he picked up the phone and called them to cancel.

After that he went to the kitchen and made himself a coffee before calling Gloria

“Hi Doc”

“Gloria, I don’t want you to come in today” he said

“But I’m just going out the door now” she said

“Don’t risk it hon” he said “it’s not worth it”

“But I want to see you” she said

“I want to see you too, but I don’t want you getting hurt”

He pointed out “Promise me you won’t do anything silly”

“But…”

“Promise me” he insisted

“Ok I promise” Gloria said with her fingers crossed

“Good girl” he said “Now there was something else I needed to talk to you about”

“Oh! What’s that?” she asked suspiciously, wondering if he was dumping her or sacking her.

“Well I’m going to spend Christmas in Spain with my brother” he explained

“Oh ok, so you won’t need me over Christmas” she said sighing with relief

“Yes and no” he said

“Which one Doc”

“Well I won’t need you to clean, but I want you over Christmas” he said

“I don’t understand” Gloria said

“I want you to come with me” he said and the line went silent

“Gloria!”

“Gloria!!”

“You want me to go to Spain with you” she said “To clean the Villa”

“No not as my cleaner”

“You mean as in, you and me?” she asked

“Yes, you and me” he confirmed “us, a couple, will you come”

“Yes please” she squealed “I wish I was there and we could celebrate”

“Celebrate” was Gloria’s euphemism for sex.

“We can celebrate when you can get here safely” he said

“I’m already looking forward to that” Gloria sighed

“Ok I’ll see you soon” he said, and then mouthed the words

“I love you”

 

Phil put the kettle on again and decided not to bother getting dressed so he turned the heating up and kept his dressing gown on.

He was sitting in the lounge and drinking his third coffee of the morning when there was a loud knocking on the front door.

“Who on earth?” he exclaimed and got up and went to the door and when he opened it a snow-covered figure pushed passed him and stepped into the hallway.

The figure was dressed in a long blue duffel coat, with the hood up and a woollen hat below, and a heavy woollen scarf wrapped around their face, large mittens and pink wellington boots, in fact the only part of the snow covered creature that was visible was their eyes, charming green eyes, which he recognized immediately.

“Gloria?” he said, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to say “thank you” she replied through her scarf.

“You could have had an accident” he said crossly, pushing her hood back and taking off her woollen hat and kissed her forehead as she removed her mittens and un-wrapped the scarf from around her face.

“Where’s your car? I didn’t hear you pull up,” he asked as he sat her down on a chair where she held out a leg and said

“Do the honours?”

So, he pulled her boot off to reveal a thick grey sock”

“I walked” she replied as she held out the other leg

“You walked three miles in this?” he asked waving his arm exaggeratedly

“I told you I wanted to say “thank you”“ she said and kissed him

“Thank you”

“I’m cross with you” he said and kissed her back

“You can spank me later” Gloria said and chuckled

“I mean it” he said crossly “you could have thanked me on the phone”

“I didn’t just want to say thank you” she replied and changed the nature of the kiss

“So, thank you” she said as she unbuttoned her coat and let it slip off her shoulders to the floor to reveal her beautiful little figure in an ivory silk teddy, her small breasts, well defined with her nipples standing proud through the shimmering silk in the cold hallway.

The only other thing she was wearing were the thigh length grey wool socks, silk stockings would have been sexier, but not by much, and he thought “needs must”.

Gloria stepped in close and they kissed passionately as his hands caressed her back, then settled on her waist before pulling her closer to him and her kiss was warm and sensual and every fibre of him tingled.

She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath as she spoke

“Where would you like me?” she panted.

“In front of the fire” he replied and kissed her hot mouth before taking her hand and leading her into the lounge where a log fire blazed.

Once inside Gloria pushed him back against the door and asked

“Aren’t you going to unwrap your “thank you” gift?”

“You could unwrap it for me” he suggested

“Is that what you want?” she asked and he nodded, so Gloria stepped back so he had a good view and then she began caressing her breasts through the silk before they slowly descended across the ivory rippled silk until they settled at the top of her thighs.

Gloria gave him a wicked smile and then slowly, deliberately and oh so tantalizingly undid each popper on her crotch one by one by one and when the gusset hung loose between her slender thighs, she grabbed the bottom of her teddy in both hands and pulled it off over her head, then she looked at him coyly as she dropped the ivory silk to the floor and rushed into his arms.

“I love my present” he said, and she looked up at him childlike and smiled and then he kissed her smiling lips.

Phil cupped her tiny breasts and felt her stiff rosebud nipples pressing against his palm before he fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his sandy hair.

Her skin was soft and silky and smelled of coconut oil as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly and his hands settled on her fleshy cheeks, then he kissed her lower and lower until his face was buried in her lush Jasmine fragranced bush with an under note of her exotic musk.

“Do it as if it was our first time” she implored.

“What?”

“Pretend that this is our first time” she asked

“I don’t have to pretend Gloria” he replied “every time is as special as the first time for me”

And with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into his arms and they kissed and then with real urgency she scrambled on to the hearth rug and waited for him.

She didn’t have to wait long as he scrambled after her and lay half on and half off her delicious body.

Phil put his hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated her aperture and they dissolved into a sea of passion.

His hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest as Gloria’s hands scratched lightly at his back, his hand then crossed her belly, and as his fingers combed through her tousled bush he stopped kissing her.

Gloria looked up at him open mouthed as his digits progressed, she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.

Between her parted lips his fingers revelled in the sensual syrup of her secretions, and their foreheads touched as she panted in his face with each tender touch, until her body tensed and she gasped.

He kissed her hot panting mouth as he maneuvered above her and

she exuded a divinely sensual sound as he entered her.

In the glow of the firelight on that winter morning as they made love her hands were on his buttocks and as the tempo increased, she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La, and he could feel the burning heat from her, Gloria’s rasping breaths became deeper, and as her panting became erratic and her head rolled from side to side, her nails dug into his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm and Phil followed her over the abyss.

 

“Did you like your “Thank you” gift?” she asked as in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath a tartan throw on the rug in the afterglow

“Very much” he replied

“Was there something you would have preferred?” she asked sighs

“No darling that was exactly what I would have wished for” he replied, and she responded with a longer sigh.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (073) The Scarlet Woman

 

Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend

Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, and sexy with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.

Because the good fortune that brought Samantha into his life was the type of thing that didn’t happen to him, and everyone who witnessed them together unanimously agreed that he was punching well above his weight.

They first encountered each other at a business meeting at the Clayton Manor Hotel, where she was a potential new client and he was trying to win a new account, but the meeting was unresolved as it was love at first sight, heavily laced with lust.

Which ended with their mutual seduction and a passionate night spent in her suite.

But since that first meeting there had been many such nights and there seemed to be no sign of them abating.

 

However things had not been all plain sailing since they had met, though not between the two of them they were completely simpatico.

The problems stemmed from a different quarter entirely and from those who should have been the most delighted for them, their close friends and family.

Bob and Samantha were the victims of snobbery, inverted and otherwise.

Her family thought she had set her sights to low while his nearest and dearest believed he had set his too high.

Her friends thought he was common whiles his thought she was a snob.

So as a result they had found it difficult to fit inside each other’s worlds, but the couple believed that love will out. 

And Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said

“If you can’t live in my world and I can’t live in yours we shall just have to make a world of our own”

If he hadn’t been in love with her already he certainly would have been after that speech.

 

As part of “making a world of their own” they decided to plan to spend as much time together as possible which meant staying at each other’s houses but the first time he went to Samantha’s house he was driving her car as she was over the limit and once they were one their way and she gave him directions and they headed towards the posh end of the Vale.   

“Oh I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said

“I don’t get nob as often as I’d like” Sam replied

“Samantha Barraclough?” he said shocked “I thought you were a lady”

“I am a lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied “with you I can be a Trollope”

 

Samantha gave Bob directions and they headed towards the posh end of the Vale.   

“Oh I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said

“I don’t get nob as often as I’d like” Sam replied

“Samantha Barraclough?” he said shocked “I thought you were a lady”

“I am a lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied “with you I can be a Trollope”

“Fare comment” he replied

“I think your reputation is safe madam” he whispered

“But I feel like a scarlet woman” she giggled

“So do I” he replied

“You’re just sex mad” she said 

When they got to Samantha’s, he drove the car onto her drive.

“Put it in the garage” Samantha said “the remote is in the glove compartment”

He opened the garage door as instructed and drove in, then closed the door behind them.

“Home sweet home” Samantha said “welcome to my home”

They got out of the Cherokee and after retrieving some bits from the car they emerged in the kitchen where Samantha took her bits from him.

“Make a drink darling” she said “while I get changed”

“Ok” he said and boiled the kettle and made them coffee.

Bob was sat on a stool drinking his until Sam re-joined him in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.

She had indeed changed out of the borrowed items she arrived in; she was now standing in the doorway wearing matching red silk underwear, red stockings, high heeled shoes and a lascivious expression.

“Did someone order a scarlet woman?” she asked coyly

It took him completely by surprise and he almost fainted as all the blood rushed to his loins.

“I’m very partial to a scarlet woman” he said as he looked her up and down.

Samantha was such a classy woman even when she was playing the strumpet.

A classy chassis dressed in classy expensive lingerie, the camisole merely hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed her arousal and her camiknickers were both flattering and tempting simultaneously while her red stockings were again of the highest quality as were their contents.

Bob’s hands sweated and his mouth salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package.  

“Especially a posh one”

“Is that why you want me” she asked as she walked towards him on her high heels which probable cost more than his last bonus cheque. “Because I’m posh”

“I do like posh birds” he confessed “but I want you now because you’re hot”

“Good answer” Samantha said as she stood in front of him. “You can have the prize now”

And she moved in close and kissed him slowly and deliberately and his cock almost burst out of his trousers.

“Can I unwrap it now?” he asked her between kisses

“You don’t have to unwrap it completely” she replied with a coy smile.

He knew precisely what she meant by that so he ran his fingers lightly across the cool silk of her camisole, then caressed gently around her breast brushing her nipples, stirring them like an autumn breeze and making her suck air through her teeth before kissing him urgently and then his hand made full meaningful contact with her firm round breast and his thumb traced circles around the areola of her aroused teat. 

Samantha pressed up against him, so close that not even a cigarette paper could have passed between them and his hand abandoned her breast and joined its partner to fondle her ample silk clad buttocks.

She fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.

 

Bob was sat on the kitchen stool with a scantily clad Samantha stood

Pressed up against him and then she fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.

This motion offered up her stocking topped thigh to within easy reach of his hand, a situation he immediately took advantage of.  

Beginning at her knee he stroked her leg, the stocking was sheer and cool beneath his palm, the lace topping was luxurious and the flesh beyond as soft and silky, as soft and silky as the red knickers at the top of her thigh.

They stopped kissing and Samantha rested her forehead against his as his hand slipped up her knicker leg and his fingers were quickly toying amidst her pubic hairs.

He could feel Samantha’s breath on his face and as his fingers slipped into the creamy wetness between her lips she exclaimed a loud appreciative moan in his face.

As he marvelled at her wetness and how delicious her cream felt between his fingers, she moved her head next to his so he could hear her murmuring and panting.

These erotic emanations soon turned to moans as he rubbed her clit and it wasn’t many moments before she stiffened in his arms as she came loudly in his ear at his tender sensual touch.

Samantha’s arms were locked around his neck as she kissed his ear and chewed roughly on his earlobe before she wetly tongued every contour of his ear. 

Bob grasped a handful of fleshy buttock in each hand and stood up, not an easy task with Samantha wrapped around his neck like an anaconda, but made all the more difficult by the added handicap of a rather noteworthy erection trying desperately to break free.

Still he wasn’t planning on a route march he only needed to stagger three paces, and then he deposited Samantha’s plump arse on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

As her plump cheeks slapped onto the marble worktop she released her vice like grip, looked at him very lustfully and smiled before resting her head on his chest.

She remained in that position all the while she was extricating his swollen member from his clothing.

When she had completed her task she looked back up at him, her mouth wearing a distinct leer as she grasped his cock tightly in her small hand.

He could have taken the opportunity to undress her, she wouldn’t have complained, but he knew that wasn’t what she really wanted.

Bob put his hand on her cheek and turning her face towards him he kissed her lustful lips as she held on to his manhood as if her life depended on it.

With the merest of pressure he pulled her legs open and with her open to the fullest, he slipped his thumb up the leg of her silk panties and pulled them to one side and exposed the moist flesh of her hot ripe pussy and when he inched forward her hand guided him in and she roared in his mouth as he penetrated her.

She gripped his hips with her knees and her stiletto heels dug into his calves as he thrust into her a second and third time.

Samantha released her grip from about his neck and leant back, resting on her hands as she continued to receive him and she was panting and puffing like a steam engine as he thrust again and again.

Sadly all things must come to an end and Samantha was on the brink of orgasm and exhaustion so as she had collapsed onto her back he slid both hands up under her camisole and groped at her beautiful tits while he quickened the pace until she screamed out in orgasm and Samantha squirmed and sighed smugly as he finished.

“Was that enough Nob for madam” he asked

“Adequate” she replied and giggled

BAD SANTA # 3

 

Bad Santa is a bit of a perve

So naughty girl when he comes into view

It won’t be candy cane in his pocket

He’ll be really pleased to see you!

Choice Tales from the Vale – (072) Birthday Surprise

 

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 hotel guests, all came with a bed, that he considered fair game.

There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village he had become the prey.

Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, and even more desperate divorcees as well as the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.

But the circumstances under which he encountered Michelle Singer were rather different.

 

Sarah Busby was a big Afro Caribbean woman who worked in the hotel kitchen and had worked there for more than 20 years.

She was also celebrating her 50^th birthday which was why the Assistant Manager Blaire Parrott ordered a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to the hotel and presented to her for her birthday.

However unbeknown to Blaire, Gary Playford had given her the day off.

“Well you’ll have to take them round to her house” she said crossly

“Can’t we just give them to her tomorrow” he said

“Oh give me strength” she retorted

“Is that a no then?” he asked

“Men” she snapped and slammed his office door

“I’d better take them round then” he said to himself

 

As it was a nice summer afternoon he decided to walk into the village and deliver the flowers.

He walked up the path to Sarah’s house and knocked on the door but when it opened, instead of the round and jovial Sarah he was greeted by someone altogether different, younger, skinnier and prettier.       

“Hello” he said with surprise

“Can I help?” she asked

“I was looking for Sarah” he asked, and indicating the flowers. 

“I’m afraid aunty has gone out for the day” she said

“Your Aunty?” he asked

“Yes” she replied “I’m staying with her for a while”

“I’m Gary Playford from the Hotel” he said

 

“I’m Michele” she said and smiled because she knew all about Gary Playford

“Why don’t you come in?”

“Ok” he said recognizing the look on her face

She led him into the sitting room while she went into the kitchen to put the flowers in water.

Michele Singer was a few years younger than he, tall and slim with thick back hair, she was a skinny girl but not in a boney way she just had a skinny frame, he felt sure she would be extremely flexible.

Her eyes were big and almost black and she had a huge toothy smile, which lit up the whole village.

“Would you like tea or coffee?” She called from the kitchen but he was standing close behind her when he replied

“I don’t really want a hot drink”

He was standing so close behind her that her pert buttocks were pressed against him. 

“Ok” she said and put the kettle down before turning to face him

“Perhaps you would like a soft drink or a beer” she suggested

Gary ignored her offer and before she could speak again he kissed her and the moment his lips touched hers she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and her arms gripped around his neck like a bear trap.

His hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly before both hands ended up on her tight little buttocks.

At which point she pushed him away.

“I’ve heard all about you” she said

“There may have been some exaggeration of my reputation” he retorted

“Oh I do hope not” she said and slipped out of her dress and stood before him wearing only white panties standing out in stark contrast against her black skin and he was just admiring her pert little breasts when she took him by the hand took him into the lounge.

She steered him to one of the armchairs and pushed him down and as he sat down he pulled her down with him so she was sitting on his lap.

Because she was so tall, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.

He cupped her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled it but when his hand left her breast heading for pastures new she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.

 

Michele steered him to one of the armchairs and pushed him down and as he sat down he pulled her down with him so she was sitting on his lap.

Because she was so tall, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.

He cupped her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled it but when his hand left her breast heading for pastures new she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.

 

Her body stiffened as his hand progressed and his finger frigged her roughly through the fabric of her panties and she let out a little purr of pleasure.

She squirmed on his lap and murmured as he entered her panties and his fingertips were amongst the coarse hair and when his digits descended into to the abyss of her creaminess she let out what could only be described as a growl.

He enjoyed every delicious sound she made, every moan and murmur.

Her thigh’s closed on hand hand at the point of climax trapping his hand but his fingers were still between her lips and he stroked her clit again and again and her thighs opened and closed on his hand then she came again.

Michelle she stood up and taking his hand she virtually dragged him towards the stairs.

He paused briefly on the bottom stair and asked

“Are you sure, given my reputation?”

“It’s because of your reputation that it’s yes, yes, yes” she said through gritted teeth and began pulling him up the stairs

Gary followed her up the stairs at pace and by the time he got there she was already on the bed.

He started undoing his belt and she lay on the bed licking her lips as she watched.

“Knickers off” he told her and she complied immediately without a second thought and no hint of shyness and when she was naked but for her crucifix she resumed her libidinous sentry duty.

He let his trousers drop to the ground and then pulled his pants down to expose his swollen cock and she stared at it with her big black eyes and a long boney finger slipped between her lips.

He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and she eyed him up and down appraising what she was about to receive.

“Are you ready?” he asked and she just nodded wide-eyed and open mouthed

He lay down and slipped his tongue into her mouth and as they kissed he was pushing her skinny thighs apart and then he was inside her.

Her gorgeous chocolate brown body was writhing beneath him.

Her head thrashed from side to side and so did her pert tits separated by her crucifix, which rolled back and forth in synch.

And he stared into her big black eyes as they came in unison.

 

“That was a nice surprise” she said “I thought living with aunty was going to be boring”

They got themselves downstairs and redressed just in the nick of time as the round jolly figure of Sarah was walking up the path.

 

When he returned to the Hotel Blaire asked him

“Did she like it?”

“Oh yes” he replied instantly

“Was she surprised?”

“She was indeed” Gary said

“That’s nice” Blaire said

“And did she appreciate the delivery?”

“Oh yes it was gratefully received” he said