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.
Tilly Cunningham first caught sight of
Harry Adamson at one of the amusement
arcades but when she went to investigate, he was nowhere to be seen.
“I must have imagined
it” she said to herself and decided to put it out of her mind, and that would
have been an end to it had she not spotted him again later outside the Hotel,
but he was gone by the time she got there, but he could only have gone one way,
and that was into the Hotel.
She had known Harry from when they were at school together and there
had always been something smouldering between them, although they had never
been out together, they had come close once or twice, but it never quite
happened for them, however they were both there at the same Hotel at the same
time and hopefully with no attachments.
Unfortunately try as she might twenty-four hours later, she still
hadn’t been able to track him down, so she decided to give up and go back to
her room and get into her costume for the party.
A despondent Tilly had just reached the lift when the doors opened,
and Harry stepped out and without missing a beat she threw her arms around his
neck and said
“Harry, I knew it was you”
Harry had no idea who it was that knew it was him, so he wriggled free
of his assailant to look at her.
“Tilly?” He exclaimed “Tilly Cunningham, what are you doing here?”
“I’m here for the Christmas party” she replied as he guided her to one
side and added hopefully “Are you going?”
“I’m afraid not” he said
They sat at a table in the lobby for about twenty minutes while he
explained that he would really have liked to party with her but unfortunately,
he had to work on reception, but he was on a break between eleven and twelve so
he could meet her for a drink.
“That would be lovely” she said
“In the main bar at eleven then” he said
“Ok, I’ll be the one dressed as Snow White” she said
He was a few minutes late getting to the bar, but she was on time
after a visit to the loo.
They spent a very pleasant forty minutes, in which he stared at her
white stockinged legs and had ungentlemanly thought about defiling Snow White’s
purity.
At the same time, she put into practice the plan she had been
formulating all evening.
“Oh, dear I think I’m a bit tipsy” she said, “I think I may have
overdone it; do you think you might escort me to my Palace?”
“Of course,” he said
They walked with her arm through his and her thoughts had turned to
carnal delights and as soon as she had the door open she pulled him into her
room and kissed him, and he reciprocated the kiss so she hoped it would prove
to be the prelude to something more, and she was not wrong, as Harry’s hands
were quickly inside Snow White’s clothes
and Tilly sort out his fly with eager hands and she chewed and tongued at his
ear as her fingers played along the length of his cock.
When he finally pulled her knickers and tights off over her feet and
they were both naked on the bed, Harry squeezed and sucked at her ample
breasts, sucking hard on her misshaped teats as his fingers rummaged through
her thick bush.
Tilly never relinquished her hold on his cock but then decided to move things
along by sitting on his chest and presenting him with the view of her moist
minge as she leant forward and consumed him and as she greedily sucked on him
he began to drink deeply from her velvet cup.
Her body writhed and moaned above him as he brought her to a rhythmic climax
and she performed on his organ taking him to the brink of oral ecstasy.
But she stopped short and ended the oral converse and panting and sweating in
the darkness she slid down him and impaled her hot cunny on his saliva soaked
cock and began working on him in earnest and he held her hips as she writhed
and moaned and grunted on him until she had finished with him and she collapsed
on the bed beside him.
As they lay naked on the bed panting in the afterglow he said
“Pure as the driven slush” she retorted and chuckled
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