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 28 year old Alex Monroe
lives in the house he was born in.
His parents
have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house
was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived
and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel
in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast
majority of the time.
He was 5ft
11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator,
children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house
converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions,
the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted,
especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of
well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from
his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.
One of
those women was an old flame, Dawn Symonds, who had briefly returned to the
village for a wedding and after bumping into each other they reconnected for a
one night stand, which lasted 14 hours.
After she finally
left him, he was exhausted, but he had to try and get some work done, so he
grabbed a sandwich and headed up the garden to his studio.
When he
wasn’t dosing off he managed to get some good work done but he couldn’t keep
his eyes open for long, and when he dosed he dreamt, and those dreams were very
dirty and full of lust, and each subsequent dream was dirtier and more lustful
than its predecessor.
But he was
awake longer that he was asleep and as he worked into the evening, all in all,
he was quite productive as he worked into the evening and when he finished it
was already dark and beginning to rain.
Once he got
back to the house he made himself something to eat, after which he sat down in
front of the TV and started watching “The Channel 4 News”, but he lasted no
more than 10 minutes before the long blinks set in and then he was asleep.
He was
however rudely awoken from his slumber by the sound of the doorbell.
The bell
continued to ring as he made his way up the hall and when he opened the front door
he found a rather tipsy ginger haired young woman slumped against the
doorframe, holding a “Happy Birthday” balloon.
“Hello
Alex” she slurred, “I am a damsel in distress”
“And you
are?” he queried
“Clarissa,
of course,” she retorted and wore a confused frown “Don’t you remember me?”
“I’m afraid
not” he replied
“I’m
Clarissa St Claire” she snapped “I live next door”
“Oh I see”
he said, the St Claire’s were friends of his parents, but he didn’t know them
well, although he did have some vague recollection of a garden party at the St
Claire’s to celebrate some kind of anniversary, and there were a bunch of
annoying ginger kids running around the garden, he assumed she was one of them,
he had clearly made more of an impression on her than she had of him.
“How can I
help?”
“I’m locked
out” she said, “it’s raining and my parents won’t be back for at least an hour,
could I stay here until they get home?”
“Yes of
course” He said just being neighbourly “Come on in party girl”
“Thank you
Alex” she said as she almost fell through the door and he rolled his eyes and
shook his head in disapproval.
You would
have thought given the sexually frustrating day he’d had he would have welcomed
the company of an intoxicated nubile into his lair.
But he did
not welcome her intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none
of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St
Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of
any significance, absolutely beautiful, elegant, slim and petite, with a
perfect Carrington Chase educated voice.
Carrington
Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought
it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound
common.
“Happy
birthday by the way” he said
“Thank
you,” she replied with a grin
“Let’s get
your coat off,” he suggested
This proved
to be something of an effort, but they managed it in the end and when it was
off she adjusted her skirt and straightened her blouse.
“Come in
the kitchen and I’ll put the kettle on” He said
“Vodka will
do” she suggested and fell against the wall giggling.
“Coffee I
think” he replied
Clarissa
had sobered considerably after a couple of cups of coffee and while she drank
she told him all about the birthday lunch she had with her friends and how much
she had enjoyed it, well he already knew how much she’d enjoyed it by the way
she fell in through the front door.
“Do you
want another cup?” he asked and she squinted at her watch before replying
“Yes
please” then she added in a conspiratorial whisper “but I need to have a wee
first”
“Ok, I’ll
take it through to the lounge” he said and smiled
“Look what
I have found,” she said “Happy Birthday to me”
And as she
reached him she let the balloon go and flopped down on his lap.
“I demand a
birthday kiss” she said with a determined look on her face, and she puckered up
so he could give her a Birthday kiss but as his lips touched hers, Clarissa’s
tongue was thrust into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took him
completely by surprise, so in the spirit of the occasion and just to be
neighbourly he responded in kind.
During
their short acquaintance he hadn’t looked at her in his normal appraising
manner, because she wasn’t his type, she was cute certainly and very funny, but
no more, however as her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was warming
to her and seeing her in an entirely different light.
This may
well have been due to the fact he had had a surfeit of dirty lustful dreams
earlier in the day, or the unexpected nature of her embrace, but as she was
showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her position by locking her
arms around his neck he decided to press on to the next level.
He began
undoing the buttons of her blouse, one by one by one, while the kiss continued
and the passion heightened as their tongues dueled.
I slowly
undid another button, then another and at this point out lips parted, and her
face burrowed into my neck and I could feel her hot breath on my skin.
Another
button yielded and another until it was opened to the waist so he tugged
roughly on each side of the blouse to free it from her waistband and Clarissa
breathed in to aid him in his task.
The breaths
on his neck were getting stronger as he slid his hands inside the blouse and
onto her soft silky skin and they traversed across her landscape like it was a
sensual survey before they found the fastener on her bra and opened it.
Accompanied
by her panting breath his hands made the short journey inside the white lace
bra and cupped her small plump breasts, and was surprised, despite her not
fitting his template, how much he enjoyed handling her prizes, and toying with
her teats, stiffening them with his touch.
Her breath
was panting now, interspersed with low moans and while he toyed with her
delightful confections, he planned his next move, so he lured her lips away
from his neck and kissed her hard and hot as he put his right hand on her knee
and moved it slowly along the inside of her thigh, and she trembled beneath his
touch but her legs opened regardless as his hand advanced towards his target.
The urgency
of her kisses told him he was close to his destination even if the feel of lace
on his fingertips had not.
Alex ran
his finger slowly up the crease of her groin, never more than a millimeter from
the lace trim of her panties, and she was snorting air through her nose while
her mouth was locked on his, but she held her breath when his finger tip
reached her hip bone until he traced it teasingly across her belly, she was
snorting again as he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of her panties and
combed his finger through her pubes, and he could feel her moans in his mouth
in anticipation, so he slid his fingers between her lips and she stopped
kissing him and rested her forehead against his, where with her mouth open she
emitted the first of many long low growling moans.
Beneath his
fingers her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her cream was like liquid
silk on his fingertips.
Her growls
intensified with every stroke until the moment when her arms wrapped tightly
around his neck and she drew her knees up to her chest and his frigging of her
between the thighs brought her to the abyss and Clarissa came.
Alex
removed his fingers from her juicy crack and slid his hand along her thigh
leaving a greasy trail as it went.
They
cuddled on the sofa for a little while, but then Clarissa’s eager little mouth
was busying itself chewing his earlobe and wetly tonguing his ear and her hand
had unsubtly settled on the waist of his trousers, and she immediately began
undoing his belt.
“What do
you think you’re doing?” he asked
“I’m going
to let you take me to bed” she slurred between flicks of her tongue in his ear.
“Well I’m
not going to” he said pulling his ear away from her tongue.
“Why not
Alex? I want you to take…” she began
“Take
what?” he asked suspiciously
“Any time,
you can take me any time”
“Take
what?” he asked again
“My
virginity” she replied quietly
“Well I’m
not going to” he replied
“But why
not?” she pleaded
“Several
reasons”
“Like
what?”
“Firstly
you should give it to someone special” he explained
“You are
special, I’ve had a crush on you since I was 10” she snapped
“Secondly
you are still drunk; I’m not taking advantage of you while you’re drunk”
“I’ll drink
more coffee” she said
“And
thirdly, and most importantly, you’re not ready”
“What do
you mean? I’m ready, I’m red hot and ready” she shouted and then blushed
He had
noticed during their enjoyable fumbling that every time her breast or her minge
was exposed she would quickly cover it so he said
“You’re not
ready because you’re too shy, you don’t even want me to see you nipples, but
you’re ready for me to pop your cherry” he said
“When I
make love to you I want you to be completely naked, I want to see every inch of
your gorgeous flesh”
“You want
me then?” she asked
“Yes I want
you” he admitted and she wrapped herself around him and squeezed.
He kissed
her on the doorstep and watched the red faced, damp drawer-ed beauty all the
way to her front door, his only regret was that he didn’t get to shag her.
None of the
reasons he gave her for rejecting her advances were true, the only reason he
didn’t split her ginger whiskers that night was because during her wriggling
and squirming on his lap he did something he hadn’t done for many years, he
creamed his pants.
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