Choice Tales from the Vale – (365) Boxing Day

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where Christmas had arrived at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.

 

In previous years when he had no one special in his life he worked most of Christmas, so he could give his staff more time with their loved ones, but this year he had Danielle, and she was very demanding on his time.

So, he closed the pub altogether on Christmas day and opened limited time on Boxing Day and the day after.  

Which was why he left Hannah Yates and Mike Roast in charge of the lunchtime session on Boxing Day so they could walk up to Nob hill to spend the afternoon at the Mosely family home.

It was snowing lightly when they set off and Danielle was very nervous as she hadn’t met any of his family yet, they’d both spent Christmas day with their own respective families.

Her nerves were not improved when she saw the house, she was expecting it to be large, with it being in Nob Hill, but she wasn’t prepared for the grandeur of the Mosely home.

 

“Hi mum” he said and kissed her “Everyone made it then”

“Oh yes dear” she confirmed “We have a real house full”

“This is my girlfriend Danielle” James said, and Danielle felt such pride to here that simple statement

“Hello Mrs. Mosely” she said “Pleased to meet you”

“And you dear” she responded “but call me Wendy, now go on through”

When they went into the family room, they got a very rousing welcome”

There were nineteen people sitting in the lounge eating and drinking, all of whom were either Mosely’s or partners of Mosely’s, it was a good-sized room, which had three large sofas and assorted armchairs, but even so it was never intended to comfortably seat twenty-one people.

After roaming the room introducing his girlfriend to those assembled, he looked around the room for somewhere to sit, some guests sat on the floor, but James led Danielle to the window seat in the bay window.

When they were seated it left a gap of about two feet between them and the back of one of the sofas.

As luck would have it, for his benefit at least, his height and position afforded him a great view down the tops of the two of the girls seated on the sofa, one of them, a skinny braless girl was his cousin Anne who had tits like roof tillers nail bags, but her girlfriend Alison had a fine pair contained in a pink lacy number about two sizes two small and definitely not up to the job, in fact the cups were so small that both areolas were clearly visible above the line of pink lace.

Danielle suddenly slapped his thigh and whispered in his ear

“Are you looking at her tits?”

Whispering seemed unnecessary as the room was so noisy, she could have used a bull horn, and no one would have overheard her.

“Yes of course, what a stupid question” he replied above a whisper

“You’re a dirty bastard” Danielle said laughing then she held his hand and gave it a squeeze, then she put her hand on his lap and started stroking his sleeping soldier, who was already half awake.

“Already?” she asked wide-eyed

James shrugged nonchalantly, and she continued stroking.

A few minutes later Alice, the girl with the big tits and the small bra, turned round and spoke.

“Here you two look at this” and Danielle leant over the sofa between Anne and Alison, looking at something on Alison’s phone.

James could see from where he was but wasn’t really interested but the other three were laughing at a YouTube clip as James slid his hand up Danielle’s skirt, but she didn’t bat an eye lid, not even when he caressed her buttocks, nor when he stroked her inner thigh, only a few moments later after his fingers started to rub her pussy did she call a halt to his mischief and sat back down, but she turned and smiled him a saucy smile and placed his hand between her knees.

Where they were seated was perfect for their purposes, it was a dead end, it was poorly lit, and they could see everyone else, but no one could see anything of them below the chest, unless they were stood directly facing them and if anyone did that they would stop.

While his hand slid purposefully between her thighs, hers had returned to his growing erection and she stroked his cock through his trousers.

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.

However, the consequence of her action was that it stretched the fabric tight across her gusset, so his digits were no longer in contact with her minge.

To remedy the situation, he used his fingernail to tear the material and push his fingers straight through the gusset; his digits then proceeded inside her sodden pants to her creamy wet minge.

Shangri-La having been reached the recipient of his lust clenched her buttocks as she wriggled and squirmed on the seat beside him.

 

In the few short weeks since she gave him her cherry they were at it all the time, apart from when she was on the “cotton mouse”, and he could always bring her quickly to the boil, but that afternoon, because they were in a room full of people, her arousal was intense, and she came in record time, as she buried her face in the velvet curtains.

No one heard her cum, it was still far too noisy in the room, and the curtains muffled her exclamation.

But James didn’t let up, in fact the moment she relaxed his finger went in her and she let out an audible gasp, but again no one heard with the decibel level as high.

But he wouldn’t be able to take her too much farther than making her come once more, because even with the background noise they would almost certainly hear miss Brannigan come a third time.

As it happened just when he was getting her well lathered up for her second climax, the lights suddenly went on and the music stopped, and Wendy took center stage to make an announcement.

Danielle tutted loudly and pulled his finger out of her pussy and closed her thighs tight.

“I’m sorry to break up the party” she said “But it’s snowing furiously, so some of you might want to make a move, those who want to stay on are quite welcome, we have plenty of bedding in case we get snowed in”

James smiled because Danielle liked plenty of bedding, and he was just going to share his little joke with her when he noticed she had a face like thunder as she turned to him and demanded through gritted teeth

“Take me home and fuck me”

Then she got up and prepared to leave, but James hesitated, after all when you’re a woman and the fun has to stop, she is merely leaving the room with sticky knickers, but James had his pants filled with a huge boner, standing up was difficult enough, and painful, and so was walking, but the main problem was concealment.
Behind the sofa it went unseen but even in a crowded room it was almost another person, so he tapped Danielle on the shoulder
“What?” she snapped impatiently, and he indicated his predicament with his eyes and she looked down and smiled, then she took off her cardigan held it in front of his bulging trousers.
“Can we go now?” she said sarcastically and he nodded and gingerly followed her, joining the queue out of the room.
In front of them in the queue was his cousin Anne and her big breasted girlfriend and once out in the hallway when they had retrieved their coats Anne turned to James and asked

“Can we drop you off?”

“Yes please” Danielle replied, eager to get home as soon as possible and be rewarded with some cock.

Before James grabbed their coats he gave her, her cardigan back and she discreetly squeezed the lump in his trousers and whispered

“Thank you horny,”

 

From the moment they were asked if they wanted a lift Anne hadn’t stopped chatting inanely, and it didn’t stop after James and Danielle got into the back of her car, so the second Anne drove off Danielle grabbed his hand and pushed it urgently up her skirt so he 

could resume his fingering in her moist knickers.

Wendy hadn’t been kidding when she said it was snowing furiously so the journey took longer to drive than it had to walk it earlier in the day.

So, by the time Anne dropped them outside the Sandcastle Danielle’s pussy was properly on fire.

 

They hurried towards the pub entrance, as much as they could given the slippery conditions, and when they reached the pub Danielle’s slippery condition was making her somewhat impatient.

As soon as James unlocked the door she pushed him through it and she followed quickly behind unbuttoning her coat as she went, and by the time he had locked and bolted the door again her coat and cardigan were in a heap on the floor, and as soon as James turned around she grabbed his belt and pulled him toward her and began undoing his belt, and with great manual dexterity she unbuckled the belt, unfastened his trousers and yanked out his cock.

“You are a very impatient girl” he said, and she let go of his cock and wriggled out of her skirt and then to his great surprise she unceremoniously enlarged the hole he had made in the crotch of her tights and pulled her soggy panties to one side.

“Right here and right now” she demanded in a very saucy voice and with her arms wrapped around his neck she hoisted herself onto him, and his cock was so hard, and her pussy so wet it only took one attempt, with James gripping a buttock in each hand, to achieve full penetration.

“Oh my God” she exclaimed, “that’s so good”

She was kissing his mouth and snorting through her nose as she rose and fell on his shaft.

Danielle began to lose momentum and they stopped kissing and her course rasping breaths urged him on, so he pushed her back against the wall and thrust deeply into her and she moaned in grateful receipt of each length.

Having her pinned against the wall with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while her legs gripped his hips, the tempo was increasing and her moans were growing louder, as was the sound of her buttocks slapping against the plaster, as James continued banging her against the wall.

As they neared the summit, they were both tiring and James was beginning to think they might have to adjourn to the bedroom, or drag her down to floor, however they found their second wind and drove on until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting told him she was desperately close and with a squeal Danielle cried out in orgasm and he came seconds later, emptying his aching sack into her grateful cunny.

 

They couldn’t have said how long they stood there panting, locked in passions embrace, they just knew it felt good and they didn’t want it to end.

“Damn” she panted, “that was fucking marvelous”

“Or marvelous fucking” he suggested, and Danielle laughed lustily, which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused him to twitch.

“Hmmm” they murmured in unison.