Choice Tales from the Vale – (093) On a Plate

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.

    

Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person

She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.

She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.

 

Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a massive impact on her, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy relationship that had developed between them after she had jumped him in an upstairs closet on his first day.

She had been promoted from head of housekeeping into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her alcoholic husband because she was now living in the Gate Lodge.

And all of these things combined allowed her the time and opportunity to feed her appetites.

 

The sex with Gary Playford was great but she wasn’t the only willing and able woman with needs on his radar and so she decided that she too should cast her net wider, which was where Michael Foss came in.

Michael was a widower and a regular guest at the Hotel as he had business in nearby Mornington.

He was a tall good looking man in his late thirties with prematurely grey hair but he was a quiet shy.

Blaire fancied him from when she was head of housekeeping but never got the chance to talk with him then, but when she was management it was a different matter, and talking with him also gave her the opportunity to flirt with him.

However he was so shy nothing ever came of it until one day when she had decided to take drastic action.

But in truth she only done that then because of events beyond her control.

Blaire had woken up that morning, horny in fact very horny, this in itself was not unusual she often did.

And on such mornings she was deal with her arousal with well-practiced fingers either beneath the duvet or in the shower.

On that particular morning she did both and still couldn’t extinguish the fire.

So on such occasions she resorted to plan B.

Plan B was a tried and tested and even fool proof way or getting the required satisfaction, namely shagging Gary Playford somewhere on the premises.

But plan B was a non-starter as Gary was in Abbottsford for a meeting.

“Shagging some other horny bint” she muttered to herself on receiving the news.

Which was why she had to force Michael Foss’s well-manicured hand.  

 

Unfortunately Michael was out most of the day and Blaire had to flick herself off twice, once at Gary’s desk, a fact that would have hardened him like stone, and once in the ladies.

So it was with some relief that she saw him return.

“Hello Mr Foss” she said brightly “Have you had a good day”

“Yes, thank you Blaire” he replied “But tiring, so I think a hot shower and dinner in my room”

“Very good Mr Foss” she said and she smiled as he walked away because she now had the perfect plan for him to scratch her itch, so she phoned the kitchen.

 

She met the waiter in the corridor outside Michaels room and said

“Ok I’ll take it from here”

“Ok Miss Parrott”

When he opened the door she could see he had indeed showered and he was wearing a silk dressing gown and she hoped nothing else.

Blaire had also showered since they last spoke and she had changed from her suit and blouse and into a dress.

The reasons for that were two fold, first it was shorter that her skirt and would give her opportunities to flash her stocking tops and second and more importantly it could be off her in seconds.  

“Oh hello Blaire” he said “Do you do everything at this Hotel?”

“No I was just passing” she lied and blushed as she pushed the trolley into the room tottering on her highest heels, chosen for the maximum exposure up her skirt as she bent over.

Which she did and asked “Where would you like it?”

Michael didn’t reply because he was too busy staring at the dirty postcard image of Blaire bending over the trolley in her seemed stockings and best silk underwear.

Blaire glanced over her shoulder to make sure he was looking and bent a little further and asked “on the desk or on the bed?”

“Oh on the bed I think” he replied as his hand caressed her silk clad cheek.

 

Blaire had her silk teddy rucked around her middle and Michael was beneath her drinking deeply from her ginger haven while she sucked on him until she eagerly slid along his torso, and squatted on his cock as she smugly admired herself in the mirror and he watched her buttocks clench and unclench with each movement on him and Michael was in heaven as he watched her.

On the down stroke of her impaling herself on him, the flesh of Blaire’s cheeks quivered delightfully and he held her hips to steady her while her hands were playing with her breasts.

But when her reflection started jiggling and bouncing around like an electrocuted rag doll he interceded and rolled her onto her back and finish her off.

As she lay panting beneath him she was feeling very pleased with herself that she had finally scratched her itch, though that didn’t stop her letting him scratch it again that night and whenever else he stayed at the Clayton Manor.