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
illuminations, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun
Park, but it was the Seaview Hotel that was attracting groups of revellers
from every corner of the Finchbottom Vale for the their company Christmas
parties, most of them were singletons, and ranged in age from late teens to
their early fifties.
Most of the party goers decided to make a weekend of it, looking for
love or lust, or a combination of the two.
So those looking for a long weekend arrived in Sharpington on Friday
morning and would stay until Sunday, with the party being on Saturday night,
which in order to add to the fun was fancy dress.
It was the first time in Sharpington for some of the visitors, but
many had been before and a few of them had only been in town for a few hours
when they started to see a familiar face or two, at the Hotel, along the prom,
in the café and on the pier, although for Agnes Burrell it was the Hotel reception.
It was a few minutes
after she was handed the key for room 312 at the Seaview Hotel by a rather
gruff receptionist that the familiar figure entered through the street door and
stopped dead when he caught sight of her.
“Agnes Burrell” Joe Millar
said coldly, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m staying here” she
replied “Christmas Party”
“Oh great” he snapped
“Me too”
Neither of them were
happy to see each other, neither of them liked each other, they never had, not
when they were at school, not when they were at university, and not when they
worked together.
She hadn’t seen him
for twelve months since he left the company to go and work for one of their
suppliers.
Each of them had
disliked the other for so long they didn’t know the reason for their loathing
they just knew they didn’t like each other.
Suffice is to say they
were very unhappy but resolved to avoid one another and make the most of a bad
situation.
On Saturday night
Agnes left her room in her fancy dress costume and she was very pleased with
the way she looked.
Because she was almost
an inch short of five feet, as slight as a feather, with skinny legs, she
decided to go as Tinkerbell, which was perfect for her, and she looked cute and
gorgeous.
Her good humour soon
evaporated however when she got downstairs to find that not only was her
nemesis sitting at her table, and he was sitting next to her, and he was
dressed as Peter Pan.
“Oh, great now we look
like a couple” she said sulkily
The ten people on
their table were all coupled up and more interested in their companions than
the rest of the table so any conversation was monosyllabic, so Peter Pan and
Tinkerbell took consolation in their impromptu meeting and unfavourable seating
placement by overindulging on the free wine which kept arriving at the table
and each subsequent drink they found that their companion began to look more
attractive and their companionship less onerous, so it was perhaps not
surprising that they ended up in her room.
As she looked up at
Peter Pan as he skewered her semi naked body while she wriggled like a fish on
the riverbank, she thought he may be the boy who never grew up, but his cock
certainly had, then he fucked her to that perfect point of climax, and when
they came together, she screamed.
The next day, although
she was physically a spent force, she was feeling very smug, and was unable to
conceal that smugness when they checked out.
Her mind was awash
with erotic images of her time with him, or perhaps that should have been the
times with Peter Pan.
Agnes had no idea
after he’d fucked her the first time when, or if, she would get to receive a
fat cock like his again, so she decided to make the most of it and rode him all
night.
Although they walked
out of the Hotel together, she and Joe never acknowledged each other until they
were outside and both went their separate ways with just a cheerio, as they had
said a proper goodbye back in her room.
As she and the girls
walked to the carpark, she saw the car he was in drive past with him in the
passenger seat and when he saw her, he gave her a wave and she waved back and
blushed.
After what she had put
him through the night before, she knew the motion of the car would very quickly
lull him off into a coma, and
would probably sleep
all the way home.
Agnes was still
wearing a smug expression and thought it was a funny old life, starting the
weekend viewing Joe with loathing, and ending with them looking forward to
seeing one another again, very soon.
And Agnes need not
have worried about never having a cock like his in her again, she got his in
her two days later, and wanted nor had any other.
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