Monday 4 April 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (174) The Wedding Planner

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 on occasion it took planning.

 

It was late on Saturday morning when he was just leaving the clubhouse at the Forest Ridge Golf Club.

“Mark darling” a voice said in familiar tones and he turned round to see the lovely Antonia dressed up to the nines.

She looked stunning in a peach coloured suit and matching accessories, as usual she was stylishly coordinated from hat to shoes and everything in between.

“Hello Toni” he said, “where are you off to?”

“My sister’s wedding” she said raising her eyebrows “number four”

“Well you look gorgeous as usual,” he said as he gave her an appraising gaze. “Immaculately accessorised”

“Well thank you kind sir”

“Everything matching?” he asked raising an eyebrow

“Everything darling” she whispered “as usual”

“So what are you doing here?” he asked

“Well I do have a rather convoluted tale of the why’s and wherefores, but to tell the truth I came to show off the outfit”

And she smiled in the very cute way she had where her nose wrinkled.

“And the place is deserted” she said and shrugged “what about you?”

“I was looking for someone to play with,” he said

“And we all know what kind of game you like to play” she said cheekily

“Well you should know better than most” he retorted and Antonia blushed.

“Do you want to play?” she asked

“Always” he replied

“I meant golf,” Antonia stated

“So did I” he lied

“No you didn’t” she retorted “thank God”

“Where is the wedding by the way?” he asked

“Clayton Manor” she replied

“I don’t suppose you know the room number?” he whispered

“No I don’t” she replied indignantly but her eyes intimated she would let him know.

After he’d watched Antonia walk away towards the car park it started to rain so he decided to go home and get ready to gate crash a wedding.

 

He got to the Hotel just after 10 o’clock when the party was in full swing and slipped unnoticed up to the bar and mingled with the revellers as he looked for his quarry.

He knew the Clayton Manor and he also knew that the only access to the toilets was via the bar, so from his position he had a clear view of the ladies as they tottered off to the loo’s.   

Paul didn’t have to wait too long before the lovely Antonia emerged from the ballroom looking every bit as gorgeous as she had that morning at the golf club, just a slight unsteadiness and a flushing of her cheeks betrayed the fact she had been drinking.

He let her carry on tottering to the ladies unmolested but intercepted her on the return journey.

“Antonia Tarling-Toley!!” Paul said and made her jump

“Oh hello” she said trying to hide her pleasure at seeing him and failing miserably

“What a surprise seeing you here”

“Yes it’s a small world” he responded “Are you enjoying yourself at the party?”

“Yes it’s been a wonderful party darling” she said “But I’m very tired now and I was thinking of turning in soon”

“Why don’t you join me for a drink first” he suggested

“Yes that would be lovely” she replied “just a quick one”

“Really? I think we can do better than that” he said and she blushed scarlet.

 

For the next 10 minutes they sat at a table in the crowded bar and made banal small talk but as Antonia got towards the bottom of her glass she asked

“Is your room nice?”

“I don’t have one” he replied “I’m not sure if I’m staying”

“I see”

“What about you?” he asked

“Yes I have a lovely room” she replied and wetting her finger she wrote a number on the table.

“Well I will say goodnight then” she said and stood up “it was really nice seeing you again”

“Likewise” he responded “Goodnight”

He watched her as she walked away in her accessorised peach suit and thought about how much he would enjoy getting her out of it.

 

He remained in the bar for ten minutes and then paid a visit to the gents before taking the back stairs up to Antonia’s floor and when he was sure the coast was clear he knocked on the door to her room

“Room service” he called and the door opened

“Yes please” she replied and pulled him into the room by his belt and the second the door closed behind him she pinned him to the door and kissed him.

“You were pleased to see me then?” he said

“Yes” she replied unnecessarily “but it was agony, I so wanted to kiss you and hold you”

“So did I” Paul said and kissed her and then they walked deeper into the room.

“I thought you would have been ready for me” he said and she blushed and then in a very childlike voice said

“I wanted you to undress me, like I was special”

“You are special” Paul said immediately “you are so special”

And he spent the next ten minute slowly and tenderly undressing her until he was slipping her peach coloured silk panties off her ankles and she was completely naked and extremely turned on.

“What would my special lady like to do now?” he asked and kissed her

“She wants to undress you” she replied and proceeded to strip him in about two minutes flat

“So I’m not so special then?” he protested

“Yes you are but I’m really horny now” she replied but I’m going to make you feel really special in a moment”

And with that she knelt down and took his cock in her mouth and gave him her special attention but it was just making her even hotter so she said

“Get on the bed so I can make you feel really special”  

“Yes mistress” he said and jumped on the bed and almost the second he was on his back she was climbing up the bed and then Paul admired lovely body as she climbed on top of him and they both gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.

“Do you feel special yet” she moaned

“Always honey” he replied and roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode him and her jiggling tits mesmerized him as she pumped herself on him and she made him grunt through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm and collapsed on his chest.

“Now that’s what I call special” she panted

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