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 Georgia Tipper it was on the promenade when she first saw Neil Sutton.
Georgia had fancied
him for years, but he had always given her the cold shoulder, but suddenly they were both at the same Hotel at the same
time, attending the same party where copious quantities of alcohol would be
consumed so she thought she would chance her arm one more time, and if she
didn’t succeed wearing a Roman mantle and no underwear, she was never going to
get him.
She could tell by the
way he kept looking at her, that he had deduced that she was naked beneath her
mantle, but even so it took the best part of the three hours and two bottles of
wine before he eventually weakened and agreed to go for a walk with her “to get
some air”
Firstly, they just
walked together hand in hand on the terrace in the moonlight which only served
to erect her nipples spectacularly and very soon their thoughts turned to
carnal delights, not that they’d been far from her thoughts all night.
She got chilly though,
and it was far too cold for an outdoor shag, so she suggested they go back in.
The door they choose
took them into the pool area and he said,
“I don’t think you’re
supposed to swim if you’ve been drinking”
“We’re not here to
swim” she retorted and kissed him.
The pool was deserted
and silent but for the distant sound of music from the ballroom but Neil did a
three sixty just to check, when he turned around Georgia was on a bench, on her
knees looking out across the pool, and she was already naked.
He stood in by the moonlit pool and quietly undressed, before he joined her on
the bench and knelt behind her in the moonlight.
He smelt her hair as he nuzzled her neck and placed his hands softly on her
ample hips before his nuzzles turned to kisses.
Georgia purred as his fingertips brushed the soft flesh of her nakedness and
his hands slid upwards across her silky skin to caress the cupolas of her
breasts.
And as his fingers
teased her already swollen mammilla she turned her head toward him and their
mouths met in wet hungry consumption.
As passion intensified he slid one hand slowly down across her belly, fingers
dallying briefly, in the lushness of her bush before finding the moist recess
he was searching for and her fervid response to his fingering brought her to
the brink and then bending her at the waist he quickly pushed her forward until
her head touched the bench.
This presented her round buttocks to him so he could see her open lipped
pudendum glistening moistly in the moonlight.
He slid his hands up
and cupped her great pendulous breasts, caressing both breast and teat as he
penetrated her heat.
Georgia and Neil lay
panting and sweating by the pool
“So, you finally got
me” he said
“I was beginning to
think it would never happen” Georgia said
“I didn’t” he replied
and kissed her and then she got up and ran towards the massage rooms giggling.
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