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 Clare Reece it was in the Hotel gym where she spotted Ben Smith, a man she had known since nursery school and one
whom she had never looked at twice.
Not that he wasn’t good looking, on the contrary he was lovely, but
the truth was that she just didn’t like him and never had, and she always
believed the feeling was mutual, but as it turned out she was mistaken.
After running into him in the gym she tried to avoid Ben who he had manage to bump into more often than she
was happy with, but everywhere she turned he was there, and it was no different
on the night of the party.
She was dressed as Marilyn Monroe and looked stunning, head turning
stunning, unfortunately one of the heads she turned was Ben Smith’s.
As a result, she drank too much than she wanted too and due to the
heat in the ballroom she developed a headache and went to find some fresh air
in the hope of shaking her headache, so she walked on the terrace for ten
minute and lay down in the conservatory and went straight to sleep and awoke
some time afterwards to find someone holding the gusset of her knickers to one
side and licking the petals of her pussy.
Her first thought was to ask who the hell it was, that was performing
a very delicious oral act on her and remind them that it would be more polite
to ask first, but that thought was soon overtaken by the one that was just
grateful for it, and anyway she got his answer after a few pleasurable minutes
later when the blonde head that had been performing cunnilingus on her suddenly
bobbed up.
“You” she said
“Yes, do you mind?” Ben asked
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