Choice Tales from the Vale – (317) Doing the Domestic

 

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.

That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.

 

At the time he didn’t welcome the 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.

 

However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready.

 

Over the month or so that followed they had numerous repeated such snippets and each one helped her overcome her shyness but she was getting frustrated with her progress and she just wanted him to fuck her so she wouldn’t be a virgin when she left for University at the end of the summer, but not only that she wanted him to fuck her numerous times before then, though he was unaware about that part.

 

On her last visit she was unable to compete fully in their usual assortment of slutty scenarios due to what is referred to in sporting circles as “a blood injury” so he made her strip down to her panties before she performed a toe curling blow job on him.

 

Afterward they were cuddled on the sofa beneath a slightly damp fluffy bath sheet enjoying the moment when she told him that her parents were taking her to Barcelona as a birthday treat.

And While Clarissa was away he couldn’t get her out of his mind, especially her oral performance on him, and recalling that left him incredibly horny.

Which was problematic because his usual cuddlesome peasants were not available, Sharon the Gardener now had an apprentice so opportunities to pounce on her ranged from limited to non-existent.

RSPCA Tracy Newton was on holiday in the West Indies, Dawn the barmaid was back in Abbottsford with her husband  and Newsagent Karen was only on the menu once a month and that time had come and gone until the following month, so he was having to satisfy himself, and he hadn’t masturbated as much since he was a teenager.

 

However, a couple of days before she was due to return he was woken by the sound of hoovering and his eyes were suddenly wide open, there was a women in the house, it was his cleaner.

Gloria Samson was not his ideal, but he figured as he was now sporting an erection “any port in a storm” so he was keen to introduce them to each other.

He could hear that she was still hoovering so he knew he had time to quickly jump in the shower.

 

The shower was wonderful, and he felt refreshed and invigorated, so he applied some cologne and threw on his bathrobe and made his way downstairs just as Gloria was exiting the kitchen.

“Hello” he said, and she almost jumped out of her skin

Gloria was very plain looking, with a large aquiline nose, and short blonde hair worn in a pony tail, she was also a very small woman, 5ft,  early thirties, stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, and no hips to speak of so from behind she looked like a boy, very nice legs though and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway, and she was wearing a white T-Shirt, a short blue skirt and flat shoes.

She ticked none of his boxes sexually save for the fact that he was sporting an erection and she was stood in his hallway.

They did have a history of sorts as they had shared a very passionate sherry fuelled kiss the previous Christmas, which she made quite clear by her actions that she would have liked it to have lead somewhere, but he needed to be somewhere else, and that wasn’t in her.

“Oh my, you did give me a start” she said and became flustered when she noticed he was in a bathrobe, to the point that she dropped the rings she was in the process of putting back on her fingers, as she was finished for the day.

“Oh no, oh God I’m so clumsy” she exclaimed and got down on her hands and knees looking for them.

She found her engagement ring in an instant but her wedding ring was nowhere to be seen, and that was because it was under his foot

“It didn’t come this way” he lied “It must have gone in the lounge”

Alex was keen to get her in the lounge as he thought it the best venue for what he had in mind for her, but she didn’t cooperate.

“No I don’t think it did” Gloria said as she looked around the generously proportioned hall.

There weren’t many places it could hide but she looked under the telephone bench and the bureau and checked behind the two Jardinières before declaring

“It must have rolled behind that”

“That” referred to a very large, oak and iron studded Victorian   Domed Steamer trunk that had belonged to one of Alex’s intrepid forebears.

So Gloria rushed over to the trunk, and standing on tiptoe she leant over the trunk and peered down the gap between the trunk and the wall, and Alex was just about to declare himself the hero of the hour and say he’d found the ring, which was now in his hand.
However the result of her positioning across the oaken domed lid presented him with a perfect view of her pale pink pants so he bit his tongue.

She was reaching down into the gap on the other side of the chest with her skinny arm, and each renewed thrust of her arm resulted in a delightful quiver of her tiny buttocks.

if he’d been a gentleman, or he hadn’t been so horny, he could have offered to find the ring for her, or just produce it from his pocket, but it would then have been denied him the lovely view of her pink clad buttocks jiggling before his lascivious eyes.

“It must be in here” she said thrusting her arm about some more
“Can you see anything from where you are?” she asked
“No I can’t see it yet” he replied, when he was actually seeing quite a lot from where he was.

Gloria wriggled forward slightly until her toes were off the floor and  more of her lovely arse became visible and then to his absolute delight, in an effort to prevent herself from overbalancing, her left leg shot out sideways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her cheeks, which cemented his arousal.

Alex could hear Gloria muttering as she wriggled once more on the log and wispy strands of dark curly hair appeared visible against her pale pink panties.

The revised tableaux before him told him three important things, firstly she kept her beaver wild and untamed, which was very sexy to him, second she was a natural blonde, not important in the general scheme of things but generally he did like the collar and cuffs to match and thirdly they had passed the point of no return, so he moved in closer.

“Can you see it yet?” Gloria asked in a muffled tone as she had her face so close to the gap that she had one cheek pressed against the oak and the other against the wall. 

“No not yet” he replied lustfully staring at her crotch, and then she performed another wriggle and there it was, he was staring libidinously at her glistening pink Minge.

“I can see it now” Alex said,
“Oh good, do you think you can reach it?”
“Oh yes Gloria, no problem, I’ll have my hand on it any second”
He said as he prepared his approach so he could slip two fingers straight between her lips before she knew what was happening.

“I’ve got it” he announced as his fingers entered her damp crack
“Oh Mr. Monroe, what…? Mm”
She was only slightly moist when he first fingered her gash but she lathered up very quickly to his ministrations and soon she was awash, however she started to wriggle backwards and at first he thought she wanted him to stop so he hesitated and prepared to withdraw his wet fingers, but to his delight she just wanted to gain some purchase, so her left hand gripped one of the brass handles and her right was now supporting her weight on the top of the trunk and Gloria then began rubbing her pussy against his static fingers.

As he continued she was moaning rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moans was as syrupy as her pussy before he brought her to climax and it was time to fuck her.

As he continued to stroke her quim, he untied the belt on his bathrobe and tugged on his cock and exposed his purple helmet. 

Using his other hand Alex pushed his thumb inside the elastic of her panties and pulled the fabric aside to fully exposed her hairy cunny, and she moaned as he rubbed his knob along her wet slit and her juice glistened in the sunlight through the window, he repeated this several times and each time her moan grew louder, but he hesitated before penetration, he didn’t want to overstep the mark, partly because of his conscience and partly because he didn’t want to lose a good cleaner, but in the end she took the decision away from him, when she could wait no longer she wriggled back towards him like a fish and slid down his shaft, letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, and her velvet juices immersed his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.

Normally when taking a woman from behind he would reach up and yank her shirt from her waistband, scoop up the front of her bra and grope their ripe fruits, but as she was virtually flat chested he didn’t see any point.

Her moans gave way to more animal sounds as her pleasure grew ever more intense as his rhythm increased until she screamed, and with her body shuddering he shot into her, and with his cock still twitching inside her hot pussy, she relaxed and let out a long languorous sigh.

After a moment or two, he leant forward and kissed her on the neck and as he slowly withdrew his cock from her comfortable cunny, and Gloria sighed again.

As Alex wrapped the robe around him and tied the belt Gloria was still clinging onto the domed trunk, completely spent.

She was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position as when he pulled out of her and with each sigh her left leg twitched.

He smiled wryly and thought to himself as he stared at the exhausted Gloria and the bejeweled patch around her Minge that she was going to be uncomfortably wet while cleaning the St Claire’s, next door.

After a few minutes and several more satisfied sighs she slid herself off the trunk and her legs almost gave way, and she giggled.

The extent and depth of her convulsive orgasms had left her unsteady on her feet.

“Are you ok?” he asked

“Oh yes” she said and smiled coyly

Once she regained the full use of her legs she turned away from the trunk and was a little disheveled, but she eventually got herself redressed and relatively tidy although to Alex she definitely had the look of a woman, who had just had a good seeing to.

Gloria suddenly remembered her wedding ring, which she still thought was on the floor, however once on her hands and knees he could see clearly that her knickers were still well up her crack.

“I have your ring” he said and she got up

“Thank you” Gloria said and put the ring on and then straightened her clothes

“Knickers” he said

“What?” she quizzed so Alex put his hand up her skirt and squeezed her little cheek.

“Oh” she said, laughed and then blushed, then in a perfectly executed movement, not unlike a ballet step, involving her leg swinging sideways, both knees bending and the introduction of one hand up her skirt, her pants were reset to their original setting.

“I’d better get to work” she said now she was fully redressed

“Wait a minute,” he said

“What? What?” she said frantically rechecking her clothes

“What have I forgotten?” she said pleadingly

“This” Alex said and planted a kiss on her lips

“Oh” Gloria said, “I’m glad we didn’t forget that”

And then she kissed him back in a long warm liquid kiss and when they broke away, they smiled at each other briefly, then he opened the front door and she emerged into the sunlight.

As she walked to her car he could see she was still a little unsteady on her feet, which for some reason caused his cock to twitch and he thought that if they shared a very passionate sherry fuelled kiss next Christmas and she made it quite clear by her actions that she would  like it to lead somewhere, and he needed to be somewhere it would definitely be in her.