The
Pepperstock Hills National Park stretches from the bare, and often barren crags
of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe
of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to
Pepperstock Bay in the East.
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.
It was at
the Black Swan where she first met Greg and also where they shared their first
mutually satisfying shag.
After their
first few sexual exchanges following that momentous occasion when she first
felt his huge pulsing cock inside her, she had hoped to repeat the experience
several more times in the days that followed, and she was not disappointed.
It was the
last full day of Janes holiday, as she was heading back to Willow after
checkout the next morning, so she and Greg planned to spend it together on one
of the trails.
Considering
the fact that the two of them both loved the park so much, it was amazing that
they had seen precious little of the glorious hills, the lush valleys or the
proud peaks since they got together.
Greg had
spent a good deal of time appreciating Jane’s glorious hills with their proud
peaks and her lush valley, but the only clambering and climbing they had done
was onto the bed.
So on their
last day together they set off early, straight after breakfast, with a packed
lunch, intending to spend most of the day on the hills, bad weather was due
later in the day but they expected to be back at the cottage by then.
However,
when they sat down on a rocky outcrop and he opened the pack to retrieve their
sandwiches he looked at the distant sky, and he didn’t like what he saw, a
thick band of dark cloud, and it was coming their way a few hours early.
Jane could
see the concern on his face as he poured tea into their cups as they sat on a
large flat rock.
“Should we
go back?” she asked
“Yes, I’m
afraid so, that band of cloud will be with us in a couple of hours” he said
confidently
“So, no
time for lunch I’m afraid”
“That’s ok,
we can eat the sandwiches back at yours” she said brightly, so they finished
their drinks and put the cups in the pack and set off down the hill.
They had
got up there by a longer more circuitous route, but Greg decided they should make their way off the
hill ahead of storm as quickly as possible, so they went down the shorter
route, they had only just got passed halfway when the low cloud settled a thick
mist all around them.
They were
suitably dressed for the occasion, but their light jackets were getting wet in
the mist, so they stopped and put their cagoules on.
They also
had stout footwear on so they could traverse the damp stone path quite
surefootedly and subsequently made good time, but before the reach the valley
floor the rain arrived in earnest, and even in their waterproof jackets they
were still getting wet, With the wind swirling the rain around they from every
angle, and in that kind of weather water will always find a way in.
“Do you
want to stop for a breather?” he asked
“No let’s
press on, I want that lunch you promised me” she replied and smiled so he
kissed her rain soaked mouth and they marched on.
They were
soaked to the skin in places by the time they reached his cottage, socks
obviously, the lower half of their shorts and patched under their cags where
the water had found a way in.
Greg
unlocked the door and said
“Come in,
come in”
Once they
were both in the porch and the door was shut he advised
“I think we
need to get you out of those wet clothes”
“You
promised me lunch first” she said indignantly
“Do you
want lunch first?” he queried
“No” she
replied and not for the first time that day they kissed, then they removed
their cags and hung them up.
As Jane was
hanging hers he knelt on the floor and unlaced her boot which she kicked off
and then he removed her socks, one at a time and when he stood up she knelt and
repeated the exercise for him.
They left
the boots and socks in the porch and proceeded into the cottage and Glen was
last in, and when he had bolted the door he turned around and Jane had her back
to him so he slipped off the light jacket she was wearing and she turned her
head and looked up at him so he kissed her again as he unbuttoned her plaid
shirt.
She
breathed in for him as he yanked the shirt tails from her waistband and when it
was off he threw it on the floor, they stopped kissing and she just leaned back
against him breathing deeply, and as he glanced down he could see her breasts
rising and falling as he undid her shorts and with a little wiggle of her hips
the shorts fell to the floor and she stepped out of them and turned to face
him, and stood there wearing a pale blue
all in one silk and lace body suit, very sexy, and not practical hill walking
thermal shorts and vest, much more stylish and Glen thought it deliciously cock
throbbing.
What was
also arousing was that there were wet splodges scattered haphazardly in various
places, where rain had made contact, the larger splodge of all was around the
crotch but Glen was pretty confident that had nothing to do with the rain, and
Glen smiled.
Jane, who
seemed oblivious to the reason for his smile, stepped forward and undid his
shorts and they fell to the floor and she was pleased to see he had gone
commando again.
“Take the
rest off” she ordered, so he discarded his jacket and shirt and as they hit the
floor one of Jane’s hands began to caress his torso while the other took hold
of his cock and tugged on it roughly.
“I’m going
to miss you” she said
“I’m going
to miss you too” Glen said
“I was
talking to your cock” Jane said and chuckled, before she leant in towards him
and kissed his skin and by the roughness of her tugging he knew it was time,
but before he had time to act her mobile rang and she got on her hands and
knees rummaging amongst her clothes, and she found it in the pocket of her
shorts, she took it out and leant against his chest and answered it.
“Hi mum”
she said absentmindedly stroking his dick
“Yes, I’m
still in Springwater, I’m driving back tomorrow”
“I’m not
sure how long, three hours all being well”
“Ok, thanks
mum, see you later, bye”
She
disconnected and put the phone on the table
“What now?”
she asked
“Come with
me and I’ll show you” he said and led her by the hand and took her upstairs to
his bedroom where she crawled onto the bed on all fours and he un-popped her
gusset, then she pulled the garment over her hips exposing her round buttocks
and her bejewelled Minge, so he quickly joined her on the bed and knelt behind
her and gripping her hips he plunged into her hot juice, and slid his huge stiff shaft between her eager
lips.
When he
went into her up to his balls, breath left her like air escaping through a
valve and the harder he pumped the courser the breath, so Glen reached up and
yanked her underwear forward, liberating the wondrous inhabitants and once her
ripe fruits were revealed he groped them and Jane turned her head and gave him
a smile as he cupped her magnificent globes and repeatedly penetrated her
cunny.
Jane began
emitting low rasping moans in response to his penetrations as he drove on and
on until she went rigid and then they came together, Jane letting out an
interjection of satisfaction.
“OHHHHH”
she exclaimed as his cock pulsed inside her and then they collapsed breathless
on the bed
“Can I have
lunch now?” she panted
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