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 Bloomfield that drew him back to Willow in the months
following their first meeting.
They didn’t however get together as often as they
would have liked for example, they weren’t spending Christmas together in fact Greg and Jane weren’t getting together until Boxing Day.
Because she
worked at the pharmacy and they were duty Pharmacy for the Dulcet area on
Christmas Day, and Greg had already committed to working Christmas all be it
before he met Jane.
But as it was Jane’s
29th birthday a week before Christmas so he booked a two-night stay at the
Abbottsford Regents Hotel as a treat.
However, with them
both travelling from different directions they decided that in order to
maximize the time they had together they should avoid the complications around
them both driving and travel by train instead.
Travelling separately
until they reached Finchbottom and then complete the journey to Abbottsford
together.
So, having made their
way there separately, they met at the station,
in true clichéd manner
beneath the clock on the main concourse.
Greg got there first
because Jane was a few minutes late due to a hosiery mishap.
As she was leaving the
platform a rather impatient woman, cut in front of her at the barrier and
snagged her tights with her wheelie case.
So not wanting to
rummage thru her suitcase at the station she had decided to buy another pair on
the concourse, it was a pack of two as it turned out, and after purchasing a
rather more inferior product than her usual, had to run down to the ladies to
change.
He saw his 5ft 8 inch
well groomed slim
figured girlfriend approaching, her coat
was unbuttoned, and it flapped open as she walked.
Jane’s shoulder length
black hair, that framed her pretty face, bounced in time with her stride and
was synchronized perfectly with her disproportionally large breasts which moved hypnotically.
She had a very neat
figure and skinny legs and her intelligent pale blue eyes fixed on him and a
smile was playing about her full lips.
And as the two of them
embraced he drank in her exotic fragrance and felt the slightest of trouser
tickles.
Even though she was
late they still had time to sit and enjoy an unhurried coffee before boarding
the train.
It was much more
relaxing on the train than driving, it was more comfortable, and they could
have a cuddle, the only side effect of train travel with the rhythmic clickety
clack, was that it made them horny.
But as they were off
to Abbottsford for a libidinous weekend, the horniness would not go to waste,
the other side effect was when the train settled into its rhythm the long
blinks set in.
When they boarded the
train, Jane folded her coat over the seat in front of theirs and they made
themselves comfortable, Jane sat in the corner by the window and he sat beside
her.
They chose the
opposite end of the carriage to the toilets for no other reason than there
tended to be less thru traffic and therefore less likelihood of being disturbed
from their slumber.
They were soon under
way and enjoying the views as they clickety clacked their way through the
Downshire countryside, which was bathed in December sunshine.
Beside him, Jane was
exuding her familiar exotic perfume every time she moved which always stirred
his loins but initially the urge to fall asleep was greater than his lust.
Even before they’d
gone even halfway, she had cuddled up to him, drawing her legs up under her,
then hugging his arm, she rested her head on his shoulder and fell asleep.
He glanced down at her
and notice a little bit of pale pink bra strap showing, and by adjusting the
angle of his head he managed to glimpse the lace edging of her bra inside her
sweater.
He even thought he
could discern the silhouette of a nipple pushing through the wool of her
sweater but that could just have been his imagination or wishful thinking.
Jane stirred as if
conscious of his gaze, but he continued anyway simply because her body was too
gorgeous not to.
After a few minutes of
perverted drooling the long blinks were setting in with a vengeance and his
eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and then he slept.
He was only asleep for
minutes and when he opened his eyes Jane had stirred again, and as he came to,
she slid one hand down his arm until she was holding his hand.
Greg thought that was
sweet and began to drift off again but he was brought back to the moment as
Jane was tucking his hand between her knees and his palm was resting on the
thin bobbly Railway Station panty hose, but the cheapness of the tights did not
detract from the quality of the flesh they contained so his palm began its trek
along the inside of her thigh, and Jane opened her legs enough to aid his
advance.
After a few minutes of
perverted drooling the long blinks were setting in with a vengeance and his
eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and then he slept.
He was only asleep for
minutes and when he opened his eyes Jane had stirred again, and as he came to,
she slid one hand down his arm until she was holding his hand.
Greg thought that was
sweet and began to drift off again but he was brought back to the moment as
Jane was tucking his hand between her knees and his palm was resting on the
thin bobbly Railway Station panty hose, but the cheapness of the tights did not
detract from the quality of the flesh they contained so his palm began its trek
along the inside of her thigh, and Jane opened her legs enough to aid his
advance.
He preferred the silkily
smooth 70-denier hosiery she normally wore but even cheaply shod the feel of
her inner thigh brought a lump to his pants, and with her head on his shoulder
he could hear and feel her steady breathing as his hand advanced.
So, it crept ever
higher up Jane’s firm thigh as she opened and closed her legs in anticipation,
and she moaned quietly.
Greg could feel the
heat from her pussy as he neared his objective, although he wasn’t sure of his
intention once he got there or what her expectation was.
But when his hand
arrived at the seat of her heat, where she had the itch that needed to be
scratched, he began to rub her pussy through the fabric and her breathing
changed instantly and her legs that had opened just enough for his hand to
proceed were now at right angles to one another.
The consequence of her
action and his rubbing and the inferior quality of her tights caused his
fingers to push straight through the gusset; and his digits then proceeded
inside her sodden pants and into her creamy wet minge.
Shangri-La having been
reached he relished looking upon the recipient of his lust as her buttocks
clenched and she wriggled and squirmed on the seat beside him.
But he was conscious
of the fact they were in an open carriage, sparsely occupied though it might have
been, he still had to keep a weather eye on the aisle to ensure they were not
discovered.
Obviously, the risk of
being caught added to the spice, the hardness of his cock and the wetness of
her cunny.
Jane for her part was
stifling her moans by burying her face in her coat, which she needed to do, as
he was deep into the heart of her fire as he frigged her, and she was not a
quiet lover.
All of a sudden Greg
heard the door open from the adjoining carriage so his fingers exited Jane’s
love tunnel and she closed her legs.
He nonchalantly rested
his hand on her knee as a passenger opened the door, however the indecisive
passenger, paused for a moment then went back the way he came.
Immediately the door
closed behind him, Jane swung open her legs and gripping him by the wrist
thrust his hand inside the gaping hole in her shredded tights to return to
their previous duties.
So as the Downshire
countryside hurtled by he attended to her wet gash, and her cream oozed between
his fingers as he stroked her pussy until she closed her thighs and came,
letting out a muffled scream inside her coat as she did so, and after a moment
or two she relaxed and her thighs released their grip on his hand.
Just being on a train
made him horny being on a train with Jane made him more so and after their
little divertissement, he had the mother of all erections.
Under normal
circumstances he wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to satisfy himself
but he was content to wait until they got to the hotel when it would be a hundred
times better when he exploded inside her.
“Hmmm” Jane murmured
when her head emerged from inside her coat and then she kissed him wetly before
cuddling up to him again.
They sat there like
that for about half an hour when Jane started fidgeting beside him and he
thought, “here we go again”.
But then she sat still
again, but only for a minute or two, then she began squirming in her seat once
more before another period of immobility.
“It’s no good” she
said suddenly sitting up
“What’s the matter?”
he asked
“I’m all sticky” she
whispered “and uncomfortable”
“Ah” he replied “Well
we’d better get you to the Hotel pronto and get your wet knickers off then”
“I can’t wait until
then,” she said playfully slapping him
“Can you get my bag
down?”
He obliged, despite
some discomfort from his erection, while she rummaged in her handbag for her
other pair of tights,
Greg set her bag down
on the seat he had occupied while she discreetly delved inside for something,
which he assumed to be unsullied pants.
He then replaced the
bag and stepped aside so she could pass.
“Thank you horny,” she
said lightly squeezing the lump in his trousers, Greg choose not to respond to
her jibe even though it was Miss Sticky knickers that had initiated the cause
of her own discomfort.
Greg just smiled as he
watched her walk down the aisle with a very un-lady like gait.
Jane returned about
ten minutes later, moist knickers in hand.
“Are you feeling
better now?” he enquired
“Definitely more
comfortable” she replied and then whispered
“I’m still very horny
though” and kissed him slowly and seductively on the mouth.
“The sooner we get to
Abbottsford then the better” he added and kissed her back.
The remainder of the
journey seemed to take far longer than the reality, as their mutual need to shag
was becoming all-consuming.
Greg certainly
couldn’t wait to get her out of her sticky knickers and relieve the ache in his
balls.
Once they had
disembarked at Abbottsford, they made their way quickly to the taxi rank and
joined the queue.
Impatiently they
waited their turn feeling as if they were stuck in a time warp but eventually
they reached the front and got into the waiting cab and he was sporting a
throbbing erection when they finally arrived at the Hotel.
Greg paid the cab
fare, and once inside the foyer with its expanse of marble floor and classical
pillars they went straight to the rather grand reception desk.
After registering the
receptionist handed Greg the key card and asked if they needed a porter, he
accepted the former and declined the latter and they walked briskly to the
lift, to find one waiting for them so they immediately entered and pressed
floor 5.
The doors began to
close but at the last moment a walking stick appeared in the gap and the doors
opened again to reveal a rather large overdressed elderly woman who then
gingerly stepped into the lift and pressed 5, thus denying them valuable
groping time.
The doors closed and
the lift slowly ascended and for no apparent reason stopped at every floor.
When they reached the
5th floor the large lady exited first and unfortunately was going their way and
was also in their way.
She walked very slowly
down the middle of the corridor and because of her great size they couldn’t
pass her.
So, after what seemed
like an age, they reached their room, on the doorknob of which, was a room
service menu.
But Greg already knew
what kind of service Jane wanted once they got in the room, but she was having
trouble with the electronic key, so he took the menu card off the doorknob
“Would you like to
select from the room service menu madam?” he asked in his best French waiter
voice as she struggled with the lock.
Eventually after she
paused and took a deep breath it worked and the door opened, so she threw her
case into the vestibule, followed by her coat.
But she didn’t answer
his question, instead she just grabbed his belt and pulled him into the room,
and he dragged his bag behind him.
Once inside Jane
quickly closed the door and began undoing his belt.
With great manual
dexterity she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers, and yanked his cock
out and said
“I’ll have a large
portion of this”
Although he didn’t do
small portions as he was very well hung
“A very good selection
madam” he said in French waiter again “and where would madam like it served?”
She let go of his cock
and wriggled out of her skirt and then to his great surprise she ripped a hole
in the crotch of her tights pulled her panties to one side.
“Right here and right
now” she said in a very saucy “Allo Allo” voice and with her arms wrapped
around his neck she hoisted herself onto him.
His cock was so hard,
and her pussy was so wet and welcoming it only took two attempts with him
gripping a buttock in each hand before he achieved full penetration.
“Oh God that’s so
good” she exclaimed and then she kissed his mouth and she snorted through her
nose as she rose and fell on his substantial shaft.
When they stopped
kissing, Jane tongued his ear and her course rasping breaths urged him on.
Greg pushed her back
against the vestibule wall and thrust deeply into her and she moaned in
grateful receipt of each length.
Having her pinned
against the wall and with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her legs
gripped his hips, he was afforded the luxury of liberating her tits from their
lacy bondage.
His left hand was
engaged as an anchor on the doorframe, but his right was free and went
immediately up inside her sweater.
As he tried to insert
his hand between the lacy prison and its occupant, he pushed the bra upwards
and the under wire stabbed his hand, undeterred however he bravely persevered
and groped the round plump breast.
As he squeezed her tit
and toyed with her erect nipple, the tempo was increasing and her moans were
growing louder as was the sound of her buttocks slapping against the plaster as
he continued banging her against the wall.
As they reached the
summit they were both tiring and he was beginning to think they might have to
adjourn to the bedroom when they suddenly found their second wind and drove on
until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was
desperately close and with a yelp she cried out in orgasm and he came seconds
later emptying his aching sack into her.
They stood there
locked in passions embrace for an indeterminate period, neither of them would
have known quite how long, they just knew that it felt so good and that they
could have stayed there forever.
“Damn” she panted,
“that’s what I call room service”
Then Jane laughed
lustily, which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused
him to twitch.
“Hmmm” they murmured
Not a bad first night
at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel, having exorcised their considerable lust in
the vestibule of their room, they remained in lustful embrace, Jane in his
arms, impaled on his shaft and pinned to the wall, until she needed to pee
So, he set her down on
the floor and kissed her slowly and sensually, then they opened the inner door
and entered the room properly for the first time.
Jane needed the loo
too much to examine the room in detail, so while she went in the bathroom, he
carried the bags in and tried not to listen to her peeing.
When she had finished
in the bathroom, she walked out wearing her sweater and no bra, with her
nipples standing proud and although the garment was long it still left a
tantalizing portion of her bush visible.
In one hand she was
carrying a pink bra in the other a pair of wet knickers,
“You have decimated my
underwear,” she announced exasperated
“Three pairs of
tights, two pairs of soiled knickers and a broken bra”
He did think to point
out that he wasn’t present when the first pair of tights were ruined and the
third pair were down to her, but he decided not to as he had no defense in
regard to the second pair and anyway he was really enjoying looking at her
bush, but then she threw her wet knickers at his face and said
“Stop looking at my
muff while I’m telling you off”
She was laughing as
she picked up her dirty pants and rubbed them in his face.
“I hope you don’t
think this is a punishment,” he said
“Urgh you’re
disgusting” she exclaimed and then she hugged him.
They deliberated
briefly on what they should do next, eat in the room, or quickly freshen up and
go out and find an eatery, they decided on the latter and twenty minutes later,
wearing jeans and trainers they were crossing the Hotel lobby and just as they
reached the main door Jane sneezed.
“Oh, shit there goes
another pair,” she said, and he laughed.
“It’s not funny” she
said, “I’ve only got one pair left”
Greg was still
laughing when she punched his arm and she was giggling herself as she said
quietly.
“You’ve soiled three
pairs of knickers in one day and now I need to buy some more”
“You could always go
commando,” he suggested
“I can’t do that” Jane
exclaimed, quite mortified but still chuckling “I’m not a tart”
That set the tone for
the evening and when they found a restaurant, they entertained themselves by
identifying the patrons who might be “commando”
When they returned to
the Hotel, they finished the night off making love in bed, which was a much
more tender and restrained union than their earlier one but every bit as
pleasurable for all that.
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