Choice Tales from the Vale – (349) Happy Birthday

 

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.

However, for Jane’s 29th birthday, the week before Christmas, he booked a two-night stay at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel as a birthday treat, and the first night had been very lust fueled.

 

Greg awoke the next morning to find an empty space in the bed next to him, this was not the norm when sleeping with Jane who was partial to an early morning spoon, and she had a considerable number of weapons in her arsenal to encourage him to be so inclined.

That morning however she was already up and, in the shower, and he lay in bed for a while nursing his early riser feeling a little crestfallen.

When he finally dragged himself out of bed Jane was just coming out of the bathroom pink and luscious and draped in towels.

Greg was bleary eyed and naked and still had a boner which Jane couldn’t help but notice as he had a huge cock.

“Morning gorgeous” she said

“Happy Birthday hon” he replied

“Thank you, but I was talking to your friend” she said and took hold of his cock and stroked it gently as she kissed him.

“Now go and have a shower,” Jane added as she gave his old chap a final stroke.

While he was in the shower his erection abated but he thought Jane would bring it back to life in a second.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he was spotlessly clean, sweet smelling with minty fresh breath and ready for action.

So, imagine his surprise when he found Jane wearing a black bra with matching pants just visible through her usual 70 denier black tights.

Jane had a skinny waist and neat hips and the most beautifully round buttocks, and oh yes, the boner was back.

The very appealing sight of Jane in black underwear and tights had left him with a pronounced bulge in his towel but she was clearly not ready for action.

“Are we not “celebrating” your birthday this morning?” he asked in a pitiful voice not unlike that of Oliver Twist asking for more gruel.

“No time Babe” she said

“We have time for a quick breakfast then we need to get to the Phoenix Centre”

And after a prolonged glance at the bulge in his towel she continued

“So, you can stop pointing that thing at me, I’m interested in a sausage of a very different sort”

Though after seeing the crestfallen look on his face she kissed him before saying

“But if you keep it warm, I’ll eat it later”

So resigned to the fact he wasn’t going to be dipping his substantial wick before breakfast, but with the promise of later delights, he quickly dressed for the day and joined Jane for breakfast before the concierge called them a cab.

They had the taxi drop them at the entrance of the Phoenix Centre but they didn’t go in straight away, instead they spent a couple of hours wandering around the more interesting parts of Abbottsford then they stopped at the Labuschagne Coffee House and ordered coffee and pastries.

 

Greg had just finished the last mouthful of cake as Jane finished her coffee so, he checked his watch and they got up and headed out the door.

After walking to the Phoenix Center, they followed the slow-moving pack of Christmas Shoppers inside.

“So where shall we meet up?” she asked after they had moved to one side of the throng.

“How about O’Dowd’s” he suggested, O’Dowd’s being an Irish pub on the lower concourse

“Yes ok” she agreed “What time?”

“Is two hours long enough for you?”

“Yes, that should be alright” Jane said and kissed him and then they went their separate ways.

 

Greg didn’t need two hours for his shopping, he was only buying gifts for his staff and Christmas presents for Jane, she’d already had her birthday presents, so he had an hour to spare when he walked into the bar and ordered a pint of Guinness.

He took his bags and his drink to a vacant table and texted Jane to say he was in the bar and to join him as soon as she was finished, and she replied “ok”, then he put his phone back in his pocket and picked up his paper.

He was on his second pint when Jane arrived clutching an assortment of bags.

“Hi handsome, sorry I’m late” she said kissing him, then she whispered.

“I had to go shopping for you know what’s”

“Oh, that’s ok,” he said, kissing her back, knowing precisely what the “you know what’s” were,

“Blimey are all those bags full of knickers?”

“Shhh” she exclaimed “No of course not, most of its for Christmas”

“Oh ok” he agreed, “do you want a drink?”

“No thanks babe, I’d like to get back to the Hotel so I can try these on” Jane whispered excitedly

“Ok” he agreed draining his glass “Can I watch?”

“You’re such a perv” she said and laughed

“Is that a yes or a no?”

 

When they got up to the room, he found that due to the two pints of Guinness he desperately needed a pee, so he went straight into the bathroom to relieve himself, and when he came out he found Jane stood in front of the mirror sporting a pair of ivory silk knickers and was trying to wrestle her large breasts into the matching bra.

The first one would go in its cup with only a little persuasion but just as she got the second one in and the first one popped out again or both nipples would suddenly appear above the lace, and all the time her buttocks were doing the mumbo inside her silk drawers, and he was enjoying her performance very much indeed.

“Are you having a bit of trouble Betty?” he asked in his best Frank Spencer voice.

“I’ve bought the wrong bloody cup size,” she snapped

“Did you only buy one?” he enquired

“No of course not” she replied crossly

“But they’re all the same size” he speculated

“Yes” she mumbled and stamped her feet. “And I wanted to look and feel stunning tonight”

“You always look stunning,” he said honestly

“That’s very sweet” Jane said and turned to kiss him and both dark pink nipples peered over the top of the ivory lace.

“What am I going to do?” she asked as she rested her head on his chest “I don’t want to wear the black one, I’ve had it on all day”

“Go braless” Greg suggested

“I can’t go without a bra” she said horrified “I’m twenty-eight years old”

“Actually, you’re twenty-nine” he corrected her “but you have fabulous tits”

She frowned at the correction of her age but smiled and blushed when he complicated her breasts.

She turned towards the mirror again and removed her ill-fitting bra and then began squishing and kneading her titties and evaluated their pliability in her reflection.

“I will not go out to eat with my twenty-nine-year-old baps unslung” she stated

“Ok then how about a compromise?” he suggested, “You go braless but we eat in the hotel restaurant”

“We can’t eat here” Jane said very definitely “Have you seen the menu?”

Jane picked up the menu off the desk and gave it him and said

“It’s ridiculously expensive”

“Birthday treat” he said throwing the menu on the bed without looking at it

“What is?” she asked suspiciously “the dinner or my going braless”

“Both” he replied

 

Jane had been in the bathroom for an age getting herself ready but when she finally emerged it was well worth the wait, she looked absolutely stunning in her new outfit.

“Wow” he said, as he looked her over from top to bottom.

Before he looked her over again, starting with her patent leather heels, black tights, a grey knitted dress, patent leather belt round her narrow waist, her unharnessed breast and holding up her soft black curls a floral hair slide.

“That was well worth waiting for” he said

“Do I look ok?” she asked, “is it a bit tarty?”

“You look gorgeous”

He wanted to kiss her there and then, but her makeup was pristine, and he didn’t want to disturb it, there would be time enough later to smudge her lippy.

“Now if you would like to take my arm” he said proffering said limb “I would like the honour of escorting you to dinner”

 

As they walked into the restaurant, he could feel the heads turn, and he felt immensely proud.

The lighting was subdued, and it was clearly a venue for romantic trysts or secret assignations and strangely he didn’t feel out of place.

The restaurant was quite busy but as it was laid out in discreet booths rather than open tables it was not overly noisy.

They were shown to a booth and he let Jane slide in first then he followed her and once they were both settled, he ordered champagne.

“Champagne?” Jane said, “Lovely, I am being spoiled”

“It’s no more than you deserve” he said

After a glass or two of champers, while they were awaiting the arrival of the first course, Jane said  

“Thank you, Greg,”

“For what?” he asked

“This” she replied with a hand gesture

“No need to thank me”

“No, I mean it” she said and took another big sip of champagne as she tried to find the words.

“It’s been a long time since I got to do this” she explained, “the couple’s thing”

“We’ve been out before” he said

“I know, but this one is special” she continued, “very special, because it’s a special date with the person I love”

“I love you too” he said

 

A few minutes later she slid out of the booth and rushed off in the direction of the lady’s room and when she returned, the starters arrived.

“Ok?” He asked as he squeezed her hand

“Yes” she replied with a smile and a reciprocal squeeze.

Her makeup had been efficiently repaired and she looked as stunning as she did before.

Satisfied that all was fine they turned their attentions to the food, which turned out to be wonderful.

After the starters were demolished, they thought nothing could possibly surpass it, but they were wrong because the main course was sublime.

As they ate, more champagne was consumed and they chatted about Christmas plans, just as they were clearing the remaining morsels of ambrosia from their plates.

 

As the waiter cleared the table Greg was about to wax lyrical about the disposition of his heart when she said,

“What’s for pudding?”

“You’ve only just had your main,” he pointed out

“I like pudding” she said matter of factly and for some reason blushed

 and then she stood up a little unsteadily on her feet and announced

“I need to pee”

And off she went, which was somewhat curious behaviour, but Greg thought

“That’s champagne for you?”

When she returned, he was already perusing the dessert menu and salivating at the mere prospect of devouring any one of its delights but when he looked at Jane’s face, she looked like she’d already indulged.

“What are you looking so pleased about?” he asked her 

“I am being adventurous” she replied enigmatically.

He moved closer to her in the booth and placed his hand on her knee before sliding it up her skirt to discover to his surprise her stocking tops and Greg looked at her with raised eyebrows by way of enquiry.

“I didn’t want you to rip the crotch out of another pair of tights”

She replied saucily and his hand proceeded past her stocking tops up her naked thigh until to his delight he reached her fluffy bush.

“When did they come off” he asked, “because I know you had them on when we left the room?”

“When I went to the loo, I slipped them into my handbag” she whispered, and her cheeks flushed, and Jane giggled “And then I walked through the restaurant “commando””

“Wow its very saucy” he said, “and you know I like saucy, but why did you do it?”

“I wanted to know what it would feel like” she replied

“And?” he asked

“It felt really dirty” she replied “but in a good way”

And they both laughed before they thoroughly indulged themselves with the desert trolley which was when he began in earnest to stare at her lovely tits, pertly sitting unfettered beneath her knitted dress and he continued to ogle her jiggling puddings during and after the deserts were finished and while the coffee was being served.

“Haven’t you seen enough yet?” she chastised

“Never” he replied “and I’m certainly not the only man or woman in the restaurant admiring your form”

Jane blushed and suddenly became self-conscious and tried to cover her breasts and the now prominent erect nipples.

“You could leave here with any man you choose,” he said truthfully

“I already am,” she said

“You keep talking like that and you might even get lucky”

“You’ll be the lucky one” Jane said draining her cup “now let’s go”

 

They left the restaurant in a very dignified way considering the amount of Champagne they had consumed though they had only gone about ten yards before Jane had to slip her heels off in the interest of safety. 

Though their mutual need of each other was urgent the door to the room opened in a more controlled manner than the night of their arrival and they actually made it to the room proper before kissing.

It was a long, slow, passionate kiss which, had they not already been aroused would definitely have lit the boilers. 

As they kissed, he stroked her plump breast through her woolen dress and played with her stiff nipple and she rubbed her thigh against his bulging cock.

After a few moments longer Jane pushed him away and then dropped her expensive new shoes on the floor before starting to undo the belt around her waist while he removed his trousers, pants, socks and shirt, then he helped Jane undo the belt.

One the belt was disposed of he turned her around, so she was facing the mirror and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck as she hugged his arms.

Greg could tell Jane was getting impatient as she kept rubbing her arse against his erection so he stepped back a few inches and, inch by inch he undid the zipper on her dress until her back was completely naked all the way down to her bum cleavage, then he slipped both hands inside, cupping her titties and playing with her teats and the dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor.

She murmured softly as he continued to caress her breasts and she positioned one buttock either side of his cock and rubbed herself up and down him.

He knew as much as he was enjoying the slow seduction that Jane was ready to play, so reluctantly his right hand left her breast and moved quickly down her body, his hand briefly brushing her lush bush, before engaging with her creamy pussy and she began to moan long and low the instant his digits breached her lips, quietly at first, and then after she raised one knee onto the desk her cunny really opened for him and they became much louder and more persistent until she came.

Jane climbed off the desk and turned to face him, planting a wet kiss on his lips, and grasping his substantial shaft firmly as he wiped his creamy fingers on the desk blotter.

Between kisses she asked

“Stockings… on… or off?”

“On of course” he replied

“You would say that… You pervert,” she said

He picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her on her back, and Jane instantly opened her stocking clad thighs to receive him and then he penetrated her hot honeyed cunny.

He gave her a full length, then another, then another as she writhed and moaned beneath him.

Jane was biting her lip as she wrapped her black-sheathed legs around him and began clawing his back and he quickened the pace, her squirming pussy creamed his balls and she moaned beneath him as his throbbing cock thrust deeply into her pussy again and again and her thighs gripped him tightly while he pounded her.

The pace was building steadily, faster and faster and her nails cut deeper into his skin as they moaned and grunted in unison, speeding on and on, until they reached maximum velocity, the point of no return, and she shuddered beneath him and they both exploded in utter ecstasy, and panting with pleasure, they stayed there until morning.