Choice Tales from the Vale – (347) The Birthday Treat (Part 1)

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, although since he met fellow Willow native Jane Bloomfield when she was a guest at his Hotel he had more reason to get home more often.

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.

But it was his love affair with Jane Bloomfield that drew him back to Willow in the months following their first meeting.

They didn’t however get together as often as they would have liked for example, they weren’t spending Christmas together in fact Greg and Jane weren’t getting together until Boxing Day.

Because she worked at the pharmacy and they were duty Pharmacy for the Dulcet area on Christmas Day, and Greg had already committed to working Christmas all be it before he met Jane.

But as it was Jane’s 29^th birthday a week before Christmas so he booked a two-night stay at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel as a treat.

However, with them both travelling from different directions they decided that in order to maximize the time they had together they should avoid the complications around them both driving and travel by train instead.

Travelling separately until they reached Finchbottom and then complete the journey to Abbottsford together.

 

So, having made their way there separately, they met at the station,

in true clichéd manner beneath the clock on the main concourse.

Greg got there first because Jane was a few minutes late due to a hosiery mishap.

As she was leaving the platform a rather impatient woman, cut in front of her at the barrier and snagged her tights with her wheelie case.

So not wanting to rummage thru her suitcase at the station she had decided to buy another pair on the concourse, it was a pack of two as it turned out, and after purchasing a rather more inferior product than her usual, had to run down to the ladies to change.

 

He saw his 5ft 8 inch well groomed slim figured girlfriend approaching, her coat was unbuttoned, and it flapped open as she walked.

Jane’s shoulder length black hair, that framed her pretty face, bounced in time with her stride and was synchronized perfectly with her disproportionally large breasts which moved hypnotically.

She had a very neat figure and skinny legs and her intelligent pale blue eyes fixed on him and a smile was playing about her full lips.

And as the two of them embraced he drank in her exotic fragrance and felt the slightest of trouser tickles.

Even though she was late they still had time to sit and enjoy an unhurried coffee before boarding the train.

 

It was much more relaxing on the train than driving, it was more comfortable, and they could have a cuddle, the only side effect of train travel with the rhythmic clickety clack, was that it made them horny.

But as they were off to Abbottsford for a libidinous weekend, the horniness would not go to waste, the other side effect was when the train settled into its rhythm the long blinks set in.

 

When they boarded the train, Jane folded her coat over the seat in front of theirs and they made themselves comfortable, Jane sat in the corner by the window and he sat beside her.

They chose the opposite end of the carriage to the toilets for no other reason than there tended to be less thru traffic and therefore less likelihood of being disturbed from their slumber.

They were soon under way and enjoying the views as they clickety clacked their way through the Downshire countryside, which was bathed in December sunshine.

Beside him, Jane was exuding her familiar exotic perfume every time she moved which always stirred his loins but initially the urge to fall asleep was greater than his lust.

Even before they’d gone even halfway, she had cuddled up to him, drawing her legs up under her, then hugging his arm, she rested her head on his shoulder and fell asleep.

He glanced down at her and notice a little bit of pale pink bra strap showing, and by adjusting the angle of his head he managed to glimpse the lace edging of her bra inside her sweater.

He even thought he could discern the silhouette of a nipple pushing through the wool of her sweater but that could just have been his imagination or wishful thinking.

Jane stirred as if conscious of his gaze, but he continued anyway simply because her body was too gorgeous not to.

After a few minutes of perverted drooling the long blinks were setting in with a vengeance and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and then he slept.

He was only asleep for minutes and when he opened his eyes Jane had stirred again, and as he came to, she slid one hand down his arm until she was holding his hand.

Greg thought that was sweet and began to drift off again but he was brought back to the moment as Jane was tucking his hand between her knees and his palm was resting on the thin bobbly Railway Station panty hose, but the cheapness of the tights did not detract from the quality of the flesh they contained so his palm began its trek along the inside of her thigh, and Jane opened her legs enough to aid his advance.