It is an area of stark contrasts and
attracts a variety of visitors.
The Quarry Hill side of the park to the
west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years,
though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries have
been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and former
pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse
shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples, whereas the
northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk, it was
also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where 30 year
old Greg Monroe owned and ran the Black Swan Hotel, although he was not a
native of Springwater.
Greg was 6ft tall, wiry build with short
brown hair and he was born and raised in the large sprawling village of
Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly
from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.
His parents had retired to a Villa in the
Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and
his brothers, Colin, four years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and
Alex, two years younger, who had the house to himself the vast majority of the
time.
Greg himself only got back to the Village
of Willow a handful of times each year.
He loved Willow and the village was very
close to his heart and he always felt at peace when he was home.
The downside was that it was situated in
the Finchbottom Vale, which nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean
Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, but however
attractive it might have been, it was featureless in many ways and that was a
problem for Greg, and that is perhaps why he was drawn to the scenic Pepperstock Hills National
Park.
His love affair with the region began when,
as a 12 year old boy, his Scout troop had their Summer Camp at Oxley
Ridge.
Following his first adventurous fortnight
he returned to the Park whenever he could and after University he used his
degree to get a job working in the Park, and after five years, when he heard
the owner of the Black Swan was
retiring, he bought him out.
When he took it on it had 30 rooms and was
aimed more at the lower end of the market, a hiking boot and Cagoule flophouse,
Greg reduced it to 20 en suite rooms, aimed at a more discerning clientele and
after three years the Hotel had built up a solid list of regular guests and had
a high overall occupancy rate.
Jane Broomfield was also born and raised in
Willow and had also fallen in love with the scenic Pepperstock Hills National
Park from an early age, although she was unable to make the move Greg had, her
family did not have the financial resources that the Monroe family had, the Bloomfield’s
were by no means a poor family, as they had a long established Pharmacy in the
village, but she still had to work for a living, so she worked in the shop
and had to content herself with regular
long weekends and short breaks.
But that year her father had been very ill
so she had to do a lot more hours in the shop while he was recovering, so when
she drove up to Springwater at the end of August it was her first visit for 7
months.
The upside was that her Dad was now fully
recovered and as she had missed numerous trip to the Park she had more money in
the kitty than usual at her disposal so she decided to treat herself to a week
at the Black Swan Hotel in Springwater.
However she
had a nightmare of a journey due to a 6 car RTC on the Expressway, so she
phoned ahead to notify the Hotel as she would be arriving well after the check
in time, as she didn’t want to start her holiday by sleeping in the car,
fortunately the woman she spoke to said they would arrange someone to be there
to check her in.
The person
waiting at the Black Swan to check her in was Greg, who was on call for the National Park Rescue Team anyway, which was why he was
dressed for the hills, and it was 10.45 when he saw headlights through the
window so he walked to the door.
As he looked
out he saw the headlights go out and a figure exit the car, it was too dark to
see her in detail but he could tell by the way they moved that it was a woman,
it was only after they recovered their luggage from the boot and walked towards
the Hotel, and she was under the lights that he could see her in more detail,
5ft 8, dark hair, slim figure, skinny legs and disproportionally large breasts.
When he
opened the door to let her in, he noticed her hair was actually black.
She was
attractive rather than pretty, with pale blue eyes, and her face was
expressionless, tiredness from the journey he assumed.
“Miss
Bloomfield?” he asked
“Yes, sorry
I’m late, bad journey” she replied
“No
problem, let’s get you booked in”
So he went
to the desk and tapped the keyboard
“I
understand you are from Willow” he said
“Yes”
“Me too”
“Oh really”
she replied flatly, too tired for small talk
“Ok, that’s
all done” he said and handed her a key card “You’re in Room 12, breakfast is
between 6.30 and 9”
“Thank you”
“Can I help
with your bags” he asked
“No, no,
you have more important things to be doing” she replied having noticed the
National Park Rescue Team badge on his jacket.
“I’ll say
good night then” he said
Jane made
her way up to room 12, and she was so exhausted that when she had stepped
through the door she dropped her bags, undressed and got straight into bed, and
she was asleep in seconds.
The next
morning, she was up bright and early, unpacked her bags, showered and was
downstairs eating breakfast by 7.30.
After breakfast
she made a brief stop in reception to report a faulty showerhead and then with
her sketch pad and water colours in her backpack she set off to explore.
It was
about three hours later when she was passing the Bluebird Cafe and she noticed
the man from the National Park Rescue Team sitting outside drinking a coffee,
he was dressed differently, in a check shirt and blue shorts, but she was sure
it was the same guy.
She felt a
little guilty about being a bit short with him the night before, and after he
had put himself out to accommodate her, so she decided she would kill two birds
with one stone, by apologizing to him and getting a much needed coffee.
“Hello” she
said
“Ah Miss
Bloomfield, hello” he responded “Please join me”
“Thank you
I will, but please call me Jane, I’m sorry I don’t know your name”
“Its Greg”
he replied and gestured to the waitress, who approached the table “Would you
like tea or coffee?”
“A
Macchiato please” she replied
“And the
same again for me please Shannon”
“Ok Mr
Monroe” she said and took his empty cup away
“I must
apologize for my behaviour last night” Jane said “You must have thought me very
rude”
“Nonsense”
he said “you were clearly very tired, and for good reason”
“Nonetheless
I am sorry” she said and he nodded
Just then
Shannon returned with the coffees, then after she had gone Jane added
“You were
saying that you were also from Willow”
“Yes, born
and bred” he said “Waterside Road”
“Oh the
posh side” Jane said scornfully “We live in the high street”
“Wait a
minute “Bloomfield” the Pharmacy” Greg exclaimed
“That’s us,
and I still work in the shop” she said “this is my escape, it’s my perfect
place, I love to walk and sketch and paint”
“Oh, you
paint?” he said “are you any good?”
“I’m ok”
“I’d love
to see” he said
“I don’t
know you well enough for that” she said
“I
understand, my brother is an artist, he illustrates children’s books, and he
never lets us see anything until it’s in print”
“So, what
made you leave the posh quarter of Dulcet on Willow?” she asked
“Well I
fell in love with the Park when I came here with the Scouts” Greg confessed
“and I’m in love still, with the Glorious Hills”
Unfortunately,
at the moment he said “Glorious Hills” he was looking at her breasts, but
looked away almost immediately.
Jane
noticed him looking, but said nothing, he was not the first and would not be
the last, her breasts had been an unwelcome burden to her since she was 14.
They
weren’t huge breasts, but they were huge enough, but it was the fact that she
had a very slender frame that her breast attracted so much attention.
So, she
kept quiet because she didn’t want to make a scene, and she was enjoying the
coffee too much, and to his credit he had looked away as soon as he realised
where his eyes had rested.
They spent
a pleasant half an hour sitting outside the Bluebird chatting about their
shared love of both Willow and the Pepperstock Hills, however there was one other thing they had in
common and that was the their indifference to each other, they both thought the
other were both pleasant and attractive in equal measure and good company,
there was just no attraction, each saw the other as good friend material but
nothing more.
When they
parted company and had gone their separate ways, her back to the Hotel and she
assumed he went to the Rescue Station, what she didn’t know when she left was
that he was the owner of the Hotel, she thought he was just helping out because
she was late arriving.
He hadn’t
told her because he had no reason to believe she didn’t know what he was.
Greg and
Jane spent a pleasant half an hour sitting outside the Bluebird chatting about
their shared love of both Willow and the Pepperstock Hills, however there was one other thing they had in
common and that was the their indifference to each other, they both thought the
other were both pleasant and attractive in equal measure and good company,
there was just no attraction, each saw the other as good friend material but
nothing more.
When they
parted company and had gone their separate ways, her back to the Hotel and she
assumed he went to the Rescue Station, what she didn’t know when she left was
that he was the owner of the Hotel, she thought he was just helping out because
she was late arriving.
He hadn’t
told her because he had no reason to believe she didn’t know what he was.
The
following day was a complete wash out and it rained all day and into the early
hours of the next, so Jane was forced to spend the day sketching in the confines
of her room, apart from the two hours when she had to vacate the room for
housekeeping from 10am to 12 when she went out for a drive and when she went
out for meals.
The rains
came at the end of a long dry spell and its ferocity dislodged all the moss
from the roof which promptly clogged the gutter outside Greg’s office so his
first job of the day found him standing on a step ladder with a bucket in one
hand and a trowel in the other, unfortunately as he reached the top and was
about to start shovelling the muck into the bucket the steps wobbled, and in
order to avoid falling he dropped the trowel and reached out for a hand hold,
and grabbed the gutter, but the bracket snapped and the gutter came away from
the wall emptying its contents on him soaking him from the chest down.
“Oh
bollocks” he yelled and scurried down to terra firma muttering all the way,
then he dropped the bucket by the steps and went back into his office,
fortunately he didn’t need to go through reception as his office door opened out
onto the small patio where he had been working.
“I don’t
believe I did that” he said angrily, although the anger was directed at himself
His polo
shirt, shorts and socks were all soaked so he had to change his clothes.
Fortunately,
he always kept a change of clothes in his office, so he started with his socks,
followed by his shorts and then his pants.
Jane was
thrilled when she woke up to blue skies and quickly got up and showered, she
was a little cross that they still hadn’t fixed her showerhead but she coped and
was downstairs eating breakfast by 7.30.
After
breakfast she stopped at reception to report the faulty showerhead again but
there was no one there so she decided to try in the office.
Greg had
removed his socks, shorts and pants and was struggling to pull the sopping wet
polo shirt off over his head when the office door opened.
“Hello!”
Jane called as she turned the doorknob and pushed it open, and when she looked
in she exclaimed
“Oh my
God!”
When she
saw a trouserless man standing in front of her with a huge cock, she didn’t
know who’s cock it was as the man had his face covered but in all honesty she
didn’t look very hard as she was more interested in his huge dong, it wasn’t
porn film huge and it was admittedly flaccid but nonetheless it was an
impressive piece of meat, and although she was no virgin, she didn’t have an
excessively large number of male members to compare it too, it was certainly
the largest specimen she had ever seen, and she could only imagine it aroused,
which was arousing her, so she reluctantly closed the door and left.
Glen knew
someone was there but didn’t know who, he had a polo over his head which meant
he couldn’t see and it also served to muffle his hearing, and when he finally
extricated his head from his shirt there was no one there and the door was
shut.
“This day
just keeps getting better and better” he said
Someone had
been there, and he had no idea who the person was that he’d exposed his junk
to, or whether it was a member of staff or a guest.
He opened
the top draw of his filing cabinet and took out his spare shirt and shorts,
unfortunately he had no spare pants so he would have to go commando until he
could go home and change at lunchtime.
After
leaving the Hotel Jane headed out
of Springwater and into the surrounding hills with the intention of resuming
her artistic endeavours, the problem was she couldn’t get the image of the huge
swinging dick out of her head and it was making her exceptionally horny.
She found a
suitable spot and tried to distract herself with some sketching, however after
half an hour all she’d managed to draw was a rather life like representation of
a large cock.
Once Greg
had redressed, he tentatively opened the office door but found that there was
no sign of any hysterical women, so he thought he had better get back to work,
the guttering needed to be repaired but he thought it better if he got a
professional in, so after making a call to a local firm he went out to
reception and checked on the computer for any outstanding jobs, and he noted
that a faulty shower head had been reported in room 12.
Jane
Bloomfield was not by nature a sexual being, she had had a number of boyfriends
over the years but none of them turned out to be keepers in the end.
Working at
the pharmacy kept her busy, her art occupied her leisure time, and she enjoyed
her own company, especially when she was in the Pepperstock Hills.
Nonetheless
every now and then she gets an itch that needs to be scratched, and when she
had a fella in tow she would get him to scratch it, however the rest of the
time she would have to do her own scratching, and she was very good at it.
But that
morning as she sat on a rocky outcrop, she had an unbelievable itch which she
was desperate to scratch, but there was a problem.
Because of
the torrential rain of the previous day, which kept all but the most hardened
folk indoors, the blue skies had bought everyone out on the Hills, which
meant that everywhere she looked there
were walkers, so there was no solitude where she could let her fingers do the
walking, So there was no alternative but for her to hurry back to the Hotel and
give herself a cheeky finger.
Greg
grabbed his tool box in preparation of going upstairs to Room 12 and as he
walked along he found being commando was strangely liberating with his huge
cock hanging down the leg of his shorts rather than being tightly confined in
his pants.
When he
reached the room he let himself in with his master key card, he walked into the
room, past the bed, which was littered with items of clothing including
underwear, and into the “L” shaped bathroom, past the toilet, and the sink and
into the shower cubicle, which was tucked in the corner of the “L”, and he
immediately began dismantling the showerhead.
Guests at
the Black Swan were required to vacate the room for housekeeping at 10am until
12, and Jane arrived back just before half past 10, and she was not only the
horniest she could ever remember but she was also desperate for a piss.
Once in the
room she went straight into the bathroom lowered her shorts and knickers and
even before her cheeks hit the seat, she released a jet of piss.
Guests at
the Black Swan were required to vacate the room for housekeeping at 10am until
12, and Jane arrived back just before half past 10, and she was not only the
horniest she could ever remember but she was also desperate for a piss.
Once in the
room she went straight into the bathroom lowered her shorts and knickers and
even before her cheeks hit the seat, she released a jet of piss.
Greg could
hear someone peeing, a prolonged spurt, which he found strangely arousing, and
he was curious to see who it was, he assumed it was one of the housemaids, but
he didn’t want to alert them to his presence, he just knew that he would like
to see them piss as well as hear it, so he quietly moved so he could look
through a gap in the cubicle door, and he was surprised to see it was not a
housemaid but a guest.
He saw Jane
Bloomfield sitting on the toilet, shorts and knickers around her knees and her
thick black bush was clearly visible, as she squeezed out the last drops of
piss, and then she did something surprising, she hoisted her T-shirt up above
her breasts, unhooked her bra, and began toying with her nipple with one hand
while the other one went between her thighs, and not to wipe her whiskers, so
the beast in his shorts was very wide awake.
Jane’s mega
piss had done nothing to alleviate her horniness, which was why she abandoned
her plan to flick herself off on the bed and began fingering herself on the
toilet.
“Jeeezus”
she exclaimed as her digits frigged between her juicy lips “Oh that’s so good”
Greg should
have done the gentlemanly thing and made his presence known but he was really
enjoying the show and he would have continued to do so had he not dropped the
showerhead.
“What the
f....” she yelled and pulled her shirt down over her tits and closed her
thighs
“Sorry,
sorry” he said “I was just fixing the shower, I wasn’t expecting you to be
here”
Jane was
looking the other way, mortified and crimson with embarrassment, but was still
as horny as hell, and if anything the thought that he had been watching her
masturbating turned her on even more.
Greg was
also turned on which was evidenced by the huge swelling in his shorts, but he
also felt desperately guilty, even though it wasn’t his fault, but he should
have said something earlier, but equally he was glad he had not.
However, he
took a towel off the rail and lay it across her lap
“I can’t
apologize enough” he said, and Jane turned to look at him for the first time,
but as she was seated and he was standing, the first thing she saw was the
aroused cock in his shorts and she gasped, as she now knew who the mystery meat
belonged to.
So Jane
allowed the towel to fall off her lap and as he bent down to pick it up she
opened her thighs and lifted her t-shirt so her glorious black bush was on full
display, and Greg took this as an invitation and thought it would be churlish
to decline it, so he knelt beside her, and firstly pulled her shorts and
knickers from her knees down to her ankles and extricated a booted foot from
the tangled clothes, he could then open her up to her fullest extent and with
one hand settled on her thigh the other sought out her minge, and her whiskers
were still wet from her magnificent piss, but were dry in comparison to her
pussy, which was awash, and her response to his touch was instant and
acquiescently vocal, though she never spoke.
As he
worked on her she was resting her head against his, eyes closed, mouth open
emitting long low moans,
While his
hand worked purposefully between her thighs, one of hers had settled on his
impressive erection and stroked his cock through his shorts.
Beneath his
fingers her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her cream was like liquid
silk on his fingertips.
He worked
on her harder and she growled, and those growls intensified with every stroke
until the moment when he brought her to the abyss, and she came.
She sat
back and licked her lips as she stared wide eyed at the cock she was stroking
and its impressive contour in his shorts, but she still didn’t speak, instead
she stood up, tried to quickly kick the tangled clothing free of her ankle, but
abandoned her efforts and instead ran ungracefully and crawled onto the bed,
and sat back on her haunches and pulled her T-shirt off over her head and threw
it aside and her bra followed in quick succession, then she looked over her
shoulder with desperate inviting eyes.
He looked
at her, naked but for hiking boots, socks and a tangle of clothing around one ankle,
and thought about that day at the café when he thought there could never be
anything between them but friendship, because she was not his type
“What price
friendship now” he thought to himself as he stepped towards the bed.
As he
pulled his shirt off over his head she was still watching silently, then he
kicked off his shoes before he unbuttoned his shorts.
“Oh my God”
she exclaimed wide eyed as the flaccid phallus she had seen that morning now
appeared fully erect, so she leant forward until she was on all fours and
displayed her moist pink gash for him.
Greg kicked
his shorts away from his feet and joined her on the bed, positioning himself
behind her with his hands on her narrow hips, and she was watching him in the
mirror, biting her lip, and when she saw the purple knob was at the threshold
she went down on her elbows and pushed her hips
backwards, and as she did so she slid her tight hot pussy over his bell end
and moaned softly.
Jane then
eased forward and watched his knob reappear glistening with her grease, which
excited her beyond measure so she pushed
her hips backwards again, but this time she slid her cunny all the way
along his shaft, moaning loudly all the way, then she went again.
Greg just
held onto her hips as with each penetration she extracted from him, her liquid
lips slid from his swollen tip to the throbbing root of his cock and greased
his balls, and he stared at her in the mirror and she stared back with a look
of immense concentration, as she was watching his reflection intently as she
performed her dance.
But when
her head flopped forward he reached forward and cupped her hanging breasts and
knew he had to take her across the finish line, but still they watched their
performance in the mirror, as he took control, and her back was arched and her
head thrashing back and forth, swishing her jet black hair like a whirling
dervish, then all of a sudden there was a knock on the door, and the door knob
turned, fortunately Jane had locked it when she returned to the room, so she
could masturbate without being disturbed, she didn’t know then that she was
locking herself in with a well hung voyeur,
When the
door didn’t open the potential intruder knocked again,
“Housekeeping!”
the maid called
“Don’t
stop” Jane yelled in a panting cry “for God’s sake don’t stop”
At that
moment the maid became aware of what was happening behind the locked door.
“Um I’ll
come back later” she said
Jane was
not to be deterred by a domestique and was becoming more and more vociferous as
they neared the precipice.
Greg had
abandoned her magnificent tits and was firmly gripping her hips, holding on
like a jockey trying to hold back a galloping horse but Jane kept racing on and
on until she threw back her head and screamed as they came together exploding
in utter ecstasy and then dripping with sweat and panting like beasts they
collapsed sideways still joined together, and fell asleep.
They slept
for about an hour and when they awoke, they were still in much the same
position though no longer joined.
As they lay
on her untidy bed, littered with articles of her clothing, she apologized for
spying on him in his office, he apologized to her for watching her fingering
herself, but after the apologies and the acceptance’s neither of them wanted to
make the first move, but eventually Jane said
“Well we
could have had a shower if you’d actually fixed it rather than watching me” she
said and laughed
So he got up and fixed the shower head and Jane set about tidying away all her discarded clothes from the bed, this took much longer than it should have as she kept stopping to stare wistfully at his huge cock, when both tasks were completed they jumped in the shower together to wash away their lust, but in truth they spend more time kissing than washing so Jane ended up with another large portion of cock, after which she went from ravished to famished so he took her for a late lunch, and after lunch he took her to his cottage where they satisfied their other appetites.
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