Choice Tales from the Vale – (133) The Halloween Adventure

Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.

The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”

“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks

“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed

“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.

Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.

But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.

She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.

In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.    

The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.

When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.

And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.

 

After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.

But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over. 

And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.

But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.

Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlins holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.

Which was why they found themselves back there in October for the big Halloween extravaganza at Maxlins holiday camp.

But it wasn’t at Maxlins where they had their most exhilarating Halloween adventure. 

 

Gary and Sara went to The Sharpington Fun Park, unsurprisingly located in Sharpington-By-Sea.

The Fun Park was the first purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper all very tame compared to a 21st century roller coaster but what drew the Adventurers to it was the Ghost Train, which in their opinion was the perfect location for a Halloween shag.

Gary parked as close as he could to the Fun Park and when they got out Sara was dressed as a Witch and naturally her outfit was all black except for the white stripes on her thigh length socks and the red laces in her high-heeled ankle boots while Gary was dressed as a wizard, which really only consisted of a long cloak with stars on it over the top of a black caftan.

When they got to the Fun Park they bought a shed load of tokens because they didn’t know how long the ride was going to be.

But before they went in they went on the pier first for a spot of foreplay.

They were both naked beneath their costumes because they didn’t want anything to hinder them in their quest.

They stopped by a bench that looked out to sea and Gary sat down and Sara sat on his knee.

“Let the fun begin” she said and put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth in a very liquid kiss.

This served to stir his loins and he then set out to stimulate her, firstly he groped her sublimely firm and pliant breasts through her thin shirt and her teats, stiffened promptly to his touch.    

She was now kissing him hard and hot as he moved his hand slowly along the inside of her thigh and she trembled beneath his touch but her legs opened up wide to allow his hand to advance.

She had no panties on for him to contend with but still he dallied and teased her before he slid his fingers between her lips, Sara stopped kissing him and rested her forehead against his where with her mouth open she emitted a long low growl of appreciation.

Beneath his finger her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her unguents was like liquid silk on his fingertips.

As he worked her gently she abruptly snapped her thighs shut and said through gritted teeth

“Time to go”

As they walked down the pier he had to borrow her hat to cover the great bulge in his caftan.

 

Gary and Sara joined the short queue for the Ghost Train, they were counting on the fact that it wouldn’t be that popular, it was a bit tame for the 21st century.

They when round a couple of time while he gave her some serious fingering then twice more while she gave him great head, after the second time he was wearing her hat over his cock.

Sara handed over another token and they passed through the entrance again and the moment the door closed behind them Gary took the hat off his cock and Sara slid in front of him and gripped the handrail and Gary lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and held her hips as Sara impaled her tight pussy on his cock and pumped down on him repeatedly, and wonderfully dirty exclamation’s echoed around the Ghost Train and mingled with the screams.

But despite her obvious ecstasy and the consummate rhythm and her stamina showing no signs of wavering she didn’t manage to ride him to orgasm before the exit loomed large.

“Shit” she exclaimed and climbed off her position of pleasure and sat down heavily next to him just in the nick of time and Gary wore her hat again.

“Are you sure you want to go again?” the operator asked

“God yes” she snapped and handed him another token.

Once more they passed through the entrance but this time she didn’t wait for the door to close behind them before she snatched the hat off his cock and gripped the handrail again and as Gary lifted her skirt her syrupy fanny enveloped his cock yet again but this time she pumped down on him like her life depended on it, with her head thrown back like a baying wolf and her vocalizing was loud and rapid.

Gary was holding her cute arse as her well-toned thighs drove her hot creamy cunny down on him and then he joined in with her animal grunting as the dirty little witch rode him right up to the point his aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her round hips until she milked him dry of every drop of seed and then she leant against him.

“That was really dirty” Sara said as she slid stickily off him 

“Dirty is good isn’t it?” he said

“Oh yes” she agreed and chuckled “Dirty is very good, we need to go round again though”

“Really?” he asked “Why?”

“Because I don’t think I can walk yet” she said and giggled

Choice Tales from the Vale – (132) Strangers on a Train

It was in April 1961 during the final days of the age of steam when the Sharpington to Abbottsford train rattled through the Finchbottom Vale late on Sunday night.

Eric Pepper had spent the Bank Holiday Monday with a couple of mates in Sharpington but Harry and Len had pulled a couple of local girls so they decided to get the milk train back the next morning.

Eric was twenty three years old and had no hard feelings over his friends getting lucky he had his chance but he wasn’t looking for knee trembler in an alleyway or a bunk up under the pier, he was looking for something or someone a little more exotic.

So he left his friends to their cheap thrills with cheap slutty girls and got the train home.

He got aboard and slammed the door and walked down the corridor and went into the first compartment he came to.

 

When he slid the door closed he sat down and found himself sitting opposite a girl sitting quietly in the corner.

Her name was Rachel Kitcat and she had long straight brown hair and was on the plain side of pretty with a heavily freckled face, lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile, which she greeted him with.

Eric returned the smile and sat down and slowly appraised the short quiet girl in the pale lemon dress and cream cardigan.

Her legs were nice, he thought sheathed in tan coloured stockings and she had tiny feet, always a bonus for Eric, small feet.

Although he didn’t know it she was the same age as him and had also spent the day in Sharpington.

They spent the next twenty minutes exchanging glances, his of curiosity mixed with lechery, and hers of coquettishness.

But then the motion of the train soon began to lull him off, it was only the sound of a train rattling by in the opposite direction that brought him back and through half opened eyes he saw the girl seated diagonally opposite him across the aisle.

He was starting to close his eyes again thinking that he had already surveyed her meager attributes when she did something that brought him wide awake.

Her right leg was on the seat, bent at the knee, and was resting against the seat back and she drew it up towards herself, while her left leg was stretched across the gap between the seats.

The girl sat there, head back, eyes closed and a hand on each knee, and then very slowly she slid her hands down the inside of her thighs and under her skirt exposing her gorgeous stocking tops.

 

Her eyes may have been closed but his were wide open as the fabric of her skirt slowly moved upward exposing a hint of bum cheek up her knicker leg.

The girls hand continued and the material kept on its upward trend and the full majesty of her hairy minge was visible through the silk of her drawers.

Rachel’s tiny hand and nimble finger then returned downward and one of them pulled the silk aside and he could see a glorious expanse of thick brown hair extending either side of her closed lips and when the lips peeled open like a piece of ripe fruit it revealed to him the soft moist pink flesh inside.

The girl then slipped her small digits between her open lips and began working diligently on herself while his pants bulged with appreciation for her craft.

She was good, very good, and the antics of the quiet girl he was compelled to watch certainly fell under the umbrella on the exotic.

And as he watched her deft fiddling fingers frigging at her fanny he suddenly became aware that however exciting she was, and it would undoubtedly make it to Eric’s wank bank, he thought to himself she was never going to finish herself off before the next station,

He knew the train was definitely going to arrive before she did.

So he moved across the aisle and perched on the edge of her seat, once in close proximity to her he could not detect the telltale smell of alcohol which he thought would explain her uninhibited performance.

Eric placed his left hand on the inside of her right thigh on her stocking top while two finger of his left hand invaded her creamy cunny and he frigged her as her own fingers continued their exotic work.

Rachel’s spare hand grasped his as it worked on her as she grew closer and closer and closer until she came and pulled his fingers hard into her cunny.

Then as her thighs came together Eric did something he hadn’t done since he was 15, he creamed his pants.

She smiled coyly at him as she released her grip on his hand.

“That was very nice….” he began

“Rachel” she said “My name is Rachel”

“That was very exotic Rachel” he continued

“I’m Eric” he said and kissed her on the lips as the train pulled into the station

“Is this you’re your station?” he asked

“No” she replied “I’m going to Abbottsford”

“Good” he said and kissed her again “So am I”

“So we’re both going all the way” she said and giggled

“Yes but maybe not today” he thought as he kissed her again with sticky pants.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (131) Will There Be Anything Else Madam?

 

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.

Although in truth he was rather ambushed.

 

One of his first decisions was to the head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott into the assistant manager’s position.

This in turn created a vacancy and Blaire had no hesitation in recommending twenty seven years old Denise Adams.

Denise was a pretty girl with long straw coloured hair and she stood barely five feet tall.

She was slender and looked like a breath of wind would blow her away but she was as strong as an ox.

She and Blaire had started at the hotel on the same day and had become firm friends although in truth Denise would have liked their friendship to have developed into a sexual one but she realized very early on that Blaire was a cock only kind of girl, so they were just friends.

When Blaire struck lucky and got her promotion Denise was absolutely gob smacked when her friend recommended her for head of housekeeping, and in response she worked tirelessly to repay her faith in her.

This meant that she was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.

 

Denise was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.

Which was why she was on duty one evening when a guest phoned down requesting additional towels.

With a bundle of towels in her arms Denise knocked on the door and a moment later Ann Belcher opened it.

“Fresh towels Madam” she said

“lovely” Denise thought as she looked her over, pretty face, blue eyes, soft shoulder length brown hair, 5t 3 or 4, early thirties, gorgeous figure, housed in a black cocktail dress, thick black tights and heels.

“Thank you” Ann said “Can you put them in the bathroom?”

Then she watched as Ann kicked off her shoes and sat on the sofa with her legs up.

After Denise had replaced the towels and generally tidied up she reappeared to find Ann sitting where she had last seen her.

“Will there be anything else madam?” she asked

And Ann tried to speak but tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran uncontrollably down her cheeks as she sobbed.

Denise rushed over to her and knelt on the floor beside her and offered herself up as comfort

“Whatever is the matter?” she asked which just elicited more sobs so she offered a consoling arm

“I’m so sorry” she said gratefully accepting Denise’s open arms and buried her tearstained face in her neck.

Denise then made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of her expertise.

They held that position for some time until Ann’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated altogether.

But still she held on to Denise tightly and began to nuzzle her neck and she could feel Ann’s breath on her skin, which was when her thoughts changed from those of consolation to those of lust.

While still nuzzling Denise’s neck her hands began to caress up and down her back and her nuzzles turned to kisses.

She reciprocated the caresses and in an instant Ann’s mouth was on hers.

Miss Belchers lips were soft, her mouth was hot and her tongue was energetic and her hands began to claw at Denise’s blouse, dragging it free of her waistband and then with great urgency she pulled herself upright so she was seated in front of the maid as her fingers fumbled at her shirt buttons and when she had accomplished her task she almost ripped the shirt off her back.

And then those trembling hands were on her flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.

Denise meanwhile had one hand on the zip of the guests dress and tugged it down without ceremony while her other hand pulled the dress off her shoulder reluctantly Ann released her grip on Denise’s torso long enough to allow her dress to fall to her waist from where she quickly wriggled her arms free of the sleeves and then they returned to their previous task and unhooked the maids bra.

 

The kissing became more intense as Denise’s attentions turned to the horny guests’ bra and released the fastener between the cups and replaced the black lace with her hands.

In response Ann snorted though her nose as Denise toyed with her stiffening nipples.   

Denise pushed her backwards onto the sofa and broke her lips away from her mouth and quickly transferred her affections to her dark pink teats, sucking on them like a hungry child as her hand began its trek along the inside of Ann’s thigh, where only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights came between Denise and the silky skin of the guests inner thigh.

She loved the feel of the fabric against her palm, it felt so warm and welcoming in its density and as her hand crept ever-higher up Ann’s firm thigh, which along with its partner opened and closed in anticipation, and she moaned quietly as her buttocks squirmed on the sofa, her breaths becoming deep and erratic.

The maids hand reached the prize and could feel the heat from Ann’s pussy and as she looked down at Ann she could see she was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, and she was biting her lip and pulling her hair.

Her lips returned to Ann’s breasts, which were rising and falling and Denise could hear her heart pounding in her chest.

She stopped sucking on her tits again choosing instead to watch her as she reached the heart of her fire and fingered her though her tights and panties.

The 70 denier materiel was slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream oozed through the fabric, Ann wriggled beneath her hand and moaned like a whore.

Ann Belcher’s hands gripped the edges of the sofa until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.

The horny housekeeper reached up under her dress with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her arse and down her thighs, then she went up there again for her panties but this time the guest obliged her by lifting her arse off the sofa, and the black lace rolled easily off her buttocks but as she tugged her wet knickers from her crotch they made a sharp ripping sound like a plaster being removed which simultaneously made Ann gasp and Denise giggle.

The head of housekeeping then pulled both tights and panties all the way off one leg and holding that leg by the ankle she began kissing Ann all the way down her leg so she could give her a thorough muffing.

Denise got as far as the back of her knee when she exclaimed

“Oh God”

And by the time that lips reached lips she was begging for satisfaction.

Ann’s legs were spread wide, a neatly clipped triangle of brunette pussy hair pointing the way towards the dewy pink lips of her waiting cunny.

So Denise introduced her tongue between her lips and Ann let out a low animal growl.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (130) Alison and the Massage Guy

Alison Holmes went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.

She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.

All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.

Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from   Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.

The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.

 

Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal but she was a nice girl.

She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.

Alison didn’t have a boyfriend and everyone falsely assumed because of her germaphobia that she wouldn’t have sex because it was all a bit messy.

But in truth she had more sex the the other three put together, which was saying something as Amy was quite slutty, monogamous but slutty.

Alison liked sex in fact she really liked sex and subsequently was certainly the most promiscuous of the four house mates.

She just had two rules which were unnegotiable, firstly she insisted that the man had to shower first and she had to shower as soon as possible afterwards.

Also contrary to popular belief she didn’t mind oral sex, but she would only give head if the recipient wore two condoms.

Even with those stipulations she still got well and truly seen to on a regular basis and Alisons most regular partner she met by chance and he met her criteria quite serendipidously.

 

Her most regular partner, Eric Jespersen, she met by chance after bumping into him in the park one night and they ended up bumping uglies up against an old oak tree.

Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and so he met Alisons criteria however serendipidously.

It turned out to be the first of many such encounters and one of their favourite venues was the Leisure Centre Swimming pool.

Though the first occasion happened again quite by chance.

Eric was a regular swimmer and he was at the pool almost every day but for Alison it was a rarity as she wasn’t really sure how hygienic a public pool could be.

Nonetheless they met after his swim by chance and had sex in the cubicle and after that they became regulars.

 

For Alison’s 20th birthday Eric took her to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and she was in paradise, there were so many ways to get clean and equally as many places to get dirty and for three days they were never dry especially not Alison.

But that momentous weekend became a turning point in their relationship firstly because it was during that weekend that their regular series of casual sexual encounters had turned into a relationship and pure lust turned to true love, and because of that they became regular guests at the spa.

 

Most of their time was spent in the water in some shape or form or in the steam rooms and then they would make love.

“Do you want a massage before we go up?” Eric said as he exited the pool.

“No” she replied not wanting someone else’s hands on her

“Are you sure?” Eric said

“I’d like a sauna though” she said

“Ok” he replied

“You could do it” Alison said as they sat in the sauna

“Do what darling?”

“A Massage” she replied

“You can do me if you like”

“Ok” he agreed

 

“Lie down on the bed while I warm the oil” Eric instructed and as he watched Alison she let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor and then she slipped her costume off her shoulders and brazenly let the front fall away exposing her small breasts with their aroused pink nipples.

Alison completed her undress and stood before him, her white flesh, clean, fresh and flushed slightly pink after their sauna and Eric’s eyes fell upon her treasures, the cute breasts and the shock of bush forming the delightful hairy triangle.

Eventually after having tantalized Eric, Alison climbed onto the bed and lay face down on the towel Eric had prepared and with a throbbing in his pants Eric applied the oil and began to rub it into her pale skin

“That feels nice” she said

“Only nice?” he asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”

“Hmmm” she responded as he applied more pressure

“That’s with my special ingredient” he said  
“Hmmm” she responded again as he worked the muscles in her thighs. “What’s that then?”

“Love” Eric replied

“You realise you might just get lucky for that” she said

“Good” he said and kneaded her plump little buttocks and slid his thumbs downward

“Oh God” Alison moaned as his thumbs massaged her labia before his fingers parted her lips and she gasped

“Ooooh you’re definitely getting lucky” she moaned

Eric pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moistness and Alison responded vociferously as she let out a series of low muffled moans as his fingers worked at her.

He then pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and she squirmed in response to his touch.

He bent her right leg at the knee which rolled her hips slightly and then he climbed on the bed with her.

As he lay between her legs she raised herself up on one elbow and looked around at him pleadingly so he kissed her hot mouth and cupped her breast and penetrated her tenderly.

“Oh Eric” she said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (129) The Full Medical

 

Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.

He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.

He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.

His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.

The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.

But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.

But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.

And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.

As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.

And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.

 

But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.

And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.

As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.

 

So when Linda had to go to Milton Keynes for a three day training course he was in seventh heaven or at least he would be when he got inside Celeste’s heavenly body, and the added spice was that he was going to do it in the bed she shared with her girlfriend Linda.

 

However there was a fly in the ointment in the shape of a critically ill patient which meant Celeste was called away to attend.

“This is not how I envisaged spending the evening” he muttered to himself as he waited for her call.

“I’m so knackered” She said when she finally returned to the surgery just after nine.

“Let me pour you a drink” he suggested as he was not prepared to accept tiredness as an excuse to prevent him from getting his end away.

“That will be lovely darling” she said

After another one or two she was suitably revived and Nigel said.

“I think I should drive you home”

“Are you going to be a gentleman” she asked

“No chance” he replied

“Good” Celeste said, “I’m really horny”

By the time he got her to the house the simmering fire in her loins had reached boiling point.

Celeste fumbled at the lock with the key so Nigel took it from her and that was the cue for Celeste to start rubbing the bulge in his trousers and as soon as he had the door open she pushed him through it and had him pinned against the wall and her eager whisky flavoured tongue invaded his mouth.

 

“Let’s go into my consulting room” she purred and kicked off her shoes and headed up the stairs and he followed on some way behind so he could admire her ample buttocks rearranging themselves deliciously beneath her tweed skirt.

When he reach the door to her bedroom she was waiting for him and had already shed her skirt and jacket.

“What kept you?” she said closing the door

“Sorry Doctor” he said eyeing her up and down “Am I late for my medical?”

“Never mind that let’s get started and check your blood pressure” she said undoing his trousers with great manual dexterity and tugging his erection from the confines of his pants.

“Are you sure that you’re a proper doctor?” he said, “I don’t think that’s the way to check my blood pressure”

“Trust me I’m a professional” She said and started tugging on his shaft “you’re in safe hands”

“Whatever you say doc” he answered and kissed her.

She had his trousers and pants at half-mast and when Celeste let go of his cock she pushed him sharply backwards onto the bed and then she instantly jumped on top of him.

 

“Now we need to increase your heart rate,” she said in a very lascivious manner and as she had him pinned to the bed he watched as she slowly unbuttoned her white silk blouse and when she opened the two halves it revealed her black silk teddy in all its glory.

“Wow” he said and he realised when he was giving her whisky and believed he was seducing her she was actually seducing him and she was wearing the garb to do it.

As she slipped the blouse off her shoulders his hands settled on her thighs and traversed the sheer surface slowly and as his palms reached the lacy stocking top she threw the unwanted blouse aside.

Nigel’s hands then extended until his thumbs passed inside the silk until he felt her whiskers and she giggled.

He began un-popping her crotch and when he detected the silk was damp on the outer surface and sticky on the inner he was really turned on.

The moment the final popper succumbed Celeste pulled the Teddy off over her head and Nigel was mesmerised by the bounce of her tits.

Once her Teddy was off she cast it aside and then she casually stroked his shaft before she wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted herself onto him and as she had got his cock so hard and her pussy was so creamily wet it took only one attempt for her pussy to engulf him.

“So far, so good” she exclaimed as he gripped onto her buttocks as she rose and fell on his shaft.

She kissed him briefly, and snorted like an old mare as she upped the tempo and Celeste tongued his ear instead of kissing him and he could feel her breath on his skin as he absorbed her course rasping breaths.

She pushed herself up and with her hands on his chest and she moaned loudly in self-satisfied receipt of each length she took from him and Nigel took his chance to grope her bulbous breasts and toyed with her great pink teats.

But all too soon Celeste had him pinned down again as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck once more as she expertly rode him and he gripped her cheeks firmly as her moans grew louder as she raced towards orgasm.

And she drove on through gritted teeth, panting hoarsely in his ear as she was desperately close to the abyss and then with an animal cry she yelped out in orgasm and she milked him of every drop of his seed.

Panting hard they stayed locked in passions embrace for some time, until Celeste broke the silence

“I think” she panted, “You’re in pretty good shape” and then Celeste laughed lustily.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (128) Fumbling in the Dark

 

It was in a caravan in Sharpinghead one long hot summer that Paul and Mara lay safe in the darkness as modesty abates and their inhibitions melt away into the night.
Soft lip touches lip as hot mouths engage and inquisitive tongues employ and passion grows.
Eager trembling hands explore eager young flesh in clumsy groping as they cling together beneath the covers.
Writhing in unison, moaning, panting, gasping, the language of lust spoken fluently in licentious converse until the immodest cacophony peaks to imminent crescendo with uncontrollable desire, and the throb and ache of want for that final urgent coupling as they feed in their gluttonous sweaty consumption as they attain their base and primitive satisfaction.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (127) Playing Around

 

Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.

So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.

The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.

On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it but sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened.

 

Paul Galasso was playing a round of Golf at Forest Ridge, although in truth it was just a ruse, he would tee off at the appropriate time and play the first three holes and then meet Antonia in the woods for a kiss and a cuddle and if he was lucky into her house for some choice sex, and as he was walking down the fairway he saw her standing there just beyond the treeline.

Antonia was a very attractive woman, but apart from the fact she was beautiful, sexy and breathtakingly sensual what set his heart racing was the fact that he loved her.

 

It was a pleasant morning; warmer than it had been the previous few days, but as those few days were actually very cool that wasn’t really saying much.

But the skies were predominantly blue, for the time being, with only broken cloud but the forecast had mentioned the possibility of thunder later in the day.

The wind had a slight chill to it but was fairly light and so wasn’t expected to affect anyone’s scorecards too much and he was expecting a pleasant round.

Considering the morning’s bright weather the course was very quiet when he teed off at 8.30 with no one waiting behind him and a couple of twosomes were at least a three or four of holes ahead he assumed that the majority had been put off by the mention of thunder.

 

As he approached, Antonia herself was looking lovely,

“When didn’t she?” he thought to himself, and he smiled when he noticed her ensemble.

She was wearing a grey flat cap with her shortish blonde hair scraped into a pony tail sticking out the back.

But it was the rest of her outfit that made him smile, it was as ever all matching and perfectly co-ordinated.

In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.

“Damn she looks good” he thought

“Why are you dressed like that?” he asked

“I’m blending in” she said “after all, who would look twice at another Golfer on a Golf course”

“I can see you have given it some thought, but you would look a little more inconspicuous if you had a golf clubs, or a club” he pointed out

“Good point” she considered

They had gone deep enough into the wood at that point so as not to be visible and he kissed her.

The early sun and blue skies had quickly been swallowed up by a blanket of grey cloud, and that cloud had since darkened and was then distinctly inky, and distant rumbles of thunder could be heard and it began to rain.

A fact that they were oblivious to as they continued to kiss.

“I suppose going back to yours is out of the question” he said hopefully

“I’m afraid so” she said “the engineer is serving the boiler”

“That’s precisely what I had in mind” he said

“Cheeky sod” she retorted but smiled

Which was the moment the heavens opened,

“Go on Toni” he said “make a dash for it”

“No” she said and hugged him “I want to stay here with you”

“Ok” he said “but we need to move”

“God its savage” she said as they withdrew deeper into the trees and they ran from cover to cover finishing up beneath the shelter of an old oak tree.

For a few moments they stood watching the rain fall like stair rods hammering into the ground as thunder rumbled nearby 

“Are you ok” he asked

“Yes” she said with a chuckle “a bit damp but fine”

It was at that moment that he became aware of just how damp she was, the front of her shirt was soaked and he could see one plump round breast surmounted by a well erect nipple pushing through the wet fabric.

Antonia noticed what was drawing his attention and covered it promptly with her cardigan.

“Paul!” She snapped “is that all you think about?”

She slapped him playfully and he just shrugged, after all it was difficult not to stare at her almost naked tit, as she had such beautiful titties.

“I don’t think you got me under here to keep my dry” she said “you’re more interested in getting me wet”

And then she reached up and kissed him gently in a long warm liquid kiss and then she broke away and smiled before kissing him again this time more urgently, more animal and while her tongue was engaged in his mouth her hand was inside his trousers groping his cock.

Which was when Paul joined in with relish and she responded in kind, while their tongues darted and probed into each other’s mouths their hands were busy elsewhere.

Antonia had completely extricated his throbbing tool from his slacks and pants leaving him bare arsed and highly aroused.

His hands in the meantime had unbuttoned her shirt and were attempting to gain access to her magnificent tits only to be thwarted by another layer of fabric belonging to an undergarment of an undetermined nature, which was thin and not unpleasant to the touch so he satisfied himself with groping her globes and teasing her nipples through the material.

 

Antonia was stroking his shaft with her gloved hand which was strangely erotic and a tad too pleasurable at that juncture to continue too much longer so he slid his hands down to her waist and began yanking her skirt up one handful at a time until he was able to reach his hands inside it and get both of them on her gorgeous arse.

She relinquished her grip on his cock and her arms were around his neck as they continued to kiss, though less intensely.

He grabbed at her knickers and tried to pull them down but they resisted.

He correctly resolved that she was wearing a one piece number so as Antonia disengaged her mouth from his and burrowed her face in his neck instead and with the storm raging around them he slipped his thumbs inside her knicker legs and with his fingers tracing the shape of her buttocks they followed the lace trim slowly towards the gusset where one at a time, slowly and deliberately he un popped the poppers and the last one was greeted with a great booming clap of thunder and a purring sigh from Toni, and with the liberated flesh at his disposal Pauls hands groped greedily at her meaty well defined cheeks.

And as she nuzzled his neck, Paul’s hands traversed her landscape until one hand paused on her soft belly poised to descend and as if to hasten its arrival Toni began nibbling at his collar bone, neck, earlobe, and then her tongue was in his ear.

Antonia trembled as his fingers crossed the threshold and drifted through her corn coloured bush.

She stopped licking his ear and gulped then a finger entered her well lathered creamy gash and she murmured loudly in his ear and then wriggled and squirmed as he frigged her pussy.

As he continued, her moaning was in rhythm to his until she climaxed.

Paul took a firm hold of rump and hoisted her up to his level.

“oh yes please” she said dreamily and kissed him as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and slid down his shaft, letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as the velvet juice of her pussy immersed his throbbing cock as she moaned audibly with pleasure.

Lightning flashed as he pushed her back against the oak and thunder accompanied their performance.

Antonia’s gloved hand gripped a low bough while her right forearm braced her weight on his shoulder enabling her to be less passive and share some of the work load until her body shuddered and in a panting moaning frenzy she screamed loudly into the storm.

They stayed motionless against the tree holding onto the moment until they kissed and she sighed as he slowly withdrew from her and lowered her to the ground.

After a prolonged hug they redressed themselves, Antonia went behind a tree to adjust her undercarriage.

Paul always thought that kind of shyness was nice, keeping something private, then he heard her having a pee, something he always found strangely arousing.

Toni emerged from behind the tree as perfect in appearance as she had been before he shagged her against a tree.

“Are you ok?” he asked

“Oh yes” she said very definitely and smiled coyly

“What a silly question”

“There is something though” she said

“What’s that?” he replied

“This” she said and planted a kiss on his lips

“Now” Antonia said “I have to go”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (126) The Summer Fête Adventure

 

Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.

The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”

“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks

“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed

“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.

Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.

But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.

She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.

In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.    

The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.

When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.

And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.

 

After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.

But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over. 

And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.

But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.

Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlins holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.

 

Which was how they came to be in Mornington-By-Mere in the middle of July on the day of the Summer Fête.

As had been the long standing tradition the Fête was held in the Mornington Manor grounds and also in keeping with tradition it was extremely well attended, in fact it was heaving.

 

In the week before the Fête Sara had been on her monthly and after the unwelcome visitor had departed she was as horny as all hell.

She had already fingered herself to culmination twice that morning, once in the shower while Gary was out at the car and a second time in the toilet at the garage while Gary was fuelling the car, but her efforts were to no avail in fact it hadn’t even dented her need.

Everything was exacerbating her craving, the sun through the windscreen, the country air, the smell of Gary’s cologne, even the music on the radio reminded her of times that she was shagged senseless.

Road signs to destinations where they had had sex, Sharpington, Dancingdean, Shallowfield and Teardrop Lake.   

So when Gary parked the car in Mornington, he had barely applied the handbrake when Sara started nibbling his earlobe as her horniness took hold.

He had noticed she was a bit sulky since they left Maxlins and he had clearly established the reason for her ill humour, she was as frustrated as fuck.

“That’s the reason we’re here,” he said weakly

“But I’m so horny babe” she whined as she licked his ear like a Labrador.

“But…” he protested

“I’m not kidding” she said and lifted her skirt up so he could see the clearly visible wet patch on her pink panties.

“This isn’t the best place for that” he said but that was the sum total of his resistance as moments later he had her t-shirt up under Sara’s chin and was sucking on one of her rose pink nipples while his hand was going up her skirt and his finger explored the moistness of her minge.

However it all came to an abrupt end as a rather loud rotund family went past the car and bent one of the mirrors back.

Fortunately they were too busy feeding their faces to notice what was going on in Sara’s drawers.

But she quickly covered herself, conscious that she might be seen.

Spooked by the Golightly’s Sara said

“We need to find somewhere else and soon”

So as quickly as it was possible to do so, with a throbbing hard on in his trousers, he opened the driver’s door and ran around to the passenger side and watched through the glass as Sara removed her wet pants and then her bra, the later she did that thing that girls do went they pull it out through their sleeve, he liked that, it was like dirty magic.

Gary opened the passenger door and took the hand of his knickerless and braless girlfriend and said

“Let’s go and find somewhere to scratch that itch of yours”

“Oh God yes please” she pleaded

Unfortunately the Fête was so well attended it was difficult to imagine any scenario where he was going to get to use his scratcher.

All the stall were swarming with punters and all the tents and marquees were occupied.

So they thought they could chance their luck in the Manor itself, after all there were countless rooms in there for a quick shag, even a cupboard would have sufficed.

Unluckily however the house was off limits and there was security on every entrance.

 

It was when they were on the way to check for a back way in to the Manor that Gary spotted the catering van parked about thirty yards from the house.

And as they passed by it he unceremoniously bundled her through the side door in amongst the empty wine glass boxes and then Gary climbed in after her and closed the door behind him.

Although taken by surprise it was with an excited giggle she stripped off her remaining clothes and set about releasing his swollen manhood from its confines. 

Sara was kissing him urgently with her tongue darting in and out of his mouth while she tugged roughly on his engorged cock.

And with a grin spread wide across her face she settled back on a case of wine with her legs spread even wider and her lips open to her juicy pink quim and Gary fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while she grasped hold of his cock until she pushed his sticky fingers away from her dewy lips with one hand and pulled him into her with the other.

“This is how to scratch my itch” she said and moaned appreciatively.

At which point her legs locked around him and crossed at the ankles and she pulled him all the way in.

“Ohhhhh” she exclaimed as she received him.

And every subsequent stroke was similarly received and they had a great rhythm going, her legs still gripping him hard as he played with her tits while she uttered her delicious sounds and the van was rocking until Sara panted a few times through gritted teeth before she came so noisily that the volume of her climax was almost deafening in the confines of the van.

And when Gary withdrew she fell off the box which was no longer fit for purpose

“That was so good” said Sara who was in a sweating panting heap on the floor of the van and then she giggled.

They quickly redressed and Gary opened the door to check the coast was clear and then reached into the van and grabbed Sara’s hand and pulled her out before she had chance to get her shoes on.

“Come on” he shouted “we need to run”

As she was pulled from the van she glanced towards the house to see one of the security men running towards them shouting.

He had obviously been alerted by the rocking of the van and the volume of Sara Cumming.

Hand in hand they ran headlong across the grass towards the hubbub of the Fête, Gary carrying her handbag and she holding her shoes and they were laughing all the way.

Once lost in the crowd they relaxed and Gary said

“I’m starving, how about you?”

“Yes I want a hot dog” she said

“Haven’t you had enough sausage for one day?” he asked

“It’s not the quantity but the quality” she said aloofly

“You weren’t complaining about quality in the van” he said as he handed her a hot dog

“And it was ok, but this one has mustard on it” she said and took a big bite.

They wandered around the attractions for the next couple of hours and enjoyed the other entertainments on offer and then headed back toward the car.

“Let’s go for a walk in the woods” he suggested

“Ok just let me get my knickers from the car” Sara said

“You won’t be needing them for what I have in mind” he replied and held her hand

“Oh goody more sausage”