Choice Tales from the Vale – (335) Home Visit

 

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, although since he met fellow Willow native Jane Bloomfield when she was a guest at his Hotel he had more reason to get home more often.

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.

But it was his love affair with Jane that drew him back to Willow in October.

 

Greg was only back in Willow for a few days, because he missed being with Jane, and she missed him but because she worked in the Bloomfield Pharmacy with her parents it was more difficult for her to get up to see him, because she worked almost every Saturday and every fourth Sunday it was the Duty Chemist for the area.

So they arranged to meet on Saturday after the shop shut, they couldn’t however meet at his house because his brother Alex was entertaining his girlfriend Clarissa, who was home from University for the weekend, so he was meeting her at her parents flat above the shop, as they were away for the night in Abbottsford, celebrating their anniversary.

When he got to the shop it was in darkness, but he could see lights on in the flat above, so he pressed the button on the intercom, and after thirty seconds a voice said.

“Yes?”

“Hi Hon, it only me” Greg said and the only response was the buzzing of the lock, so he pushed open the door and climbed the stairs, and when he reached the top he found Jane standing pigeon toed in her stocking feet with her hands behind her back with her jet black hair tied in pigtails and she was wearing her old school uniform.

“Hello Mr Monroe” she said in a lispy Violet Elizabeth voice “Mummy and Daddy aren’t here”

“Oh” he said and then it dawned on him that little Janie was in the mood for a little role-play

“Do you like my uniform?” she asked as she closed the door behind him

“Yes you look very pretty” he answered as he took his coat off.

“Would you like to see my toys?” Janie asked

“Yes please” he replied, “I think I’d like that”

“Come on then” she said and darted along the corridor.

As he followed the giggling schoolgirl it occurred to him that he’d never seen her bedroom.

He reached the corner just in time to see Jane skip into her room and he quickly followed her, the room was decorated pretty much exclusively in girlie pink.

She was kneeling on the bed bouncing up and down excitedly and as she bounced so did her huge unfettered breasts.

“Would you like to see my cuddlies?” she asked

“I can already see them,” he said

“My toys” she said and giggled “not my boobies”

“Yes I would like to see them” he replied and Janie turned around and crawled along the bed towards the great pile of soft toys displayed across her pillows affording him a great view of her navy blue knicker covered arse.

“This one is called Bunny, this one is called Henry” she said “and this one is called Charlie”

“Oh, I like Charlie’s” he said as he reached around her and fondled her breasts

“Oh Mr Monroe, I don’t think Mummy and Daddy would like you playing with my cuddlie’s like that” she said

“Well show me more cuddlie’s then” he said, “what’s that one called, right at the other end?”

He reluctantly let go of her tits as she reached over to pick up a threadbare Tiger, and as she did so he reached up under her little plaid skirt and rolled her navy blue knickers off her buttocks.

“Oh Mr Monroe” she said a second before his fingers slipped into her creamy gash and Janie buried her face in the mound of cuddlies and moaned loudly as he buried his fingers into her cunny.

Greg was perfectly positioned behind her, where he could comfortably fiddle with her fanny with his right hand and extricate his cock from his trousers with the left, and It wasn’t long before he brought the naughty little schoolgirl to climax.

“Oh Mr Monroe” she gasped, minus the lisp.

He removed his viscous fingers from her pink moist pussy and using his left hand, guided his cock towards its juicy destination.
“Ohhh” Jane said as he penetrated her, “So good”

Her moans were stifled amongst the Teddy’s as he skewered her syrupy quim and as he shortened his stroke, the bed started to squeak and the headboard began to hit the wall, before Jane screamed a loud muffled scream into her toys and a second later he erupted inside her, and just before he withdrew his sticky shaft from her, he thought to himself that having Jane in her own bed amidst all the soft toys of her childhood was like taking her innocence.

 

On Sunday they spent the afternoon and evening more conventionally in his bed, where words of love were exchanged in the afterglow, while Alex took Clarissa back to Abbottsford.