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 not everyone got to Sharpington on
Friday, Molly Andrews, didn’t arrive until early Saturday morning, and the
person she recognized, or thought she recognized, was her younger sister Olivia,
but she knew she must be mistaken because she was in Abbotsford, she’d spoken
to her only an hour earlier, so it couldn’t have been her.
But she was mistaken, because it was her sister Olivia, and the reason
she had lied to Molly on the phone about being in Abbottsford was because at
the time she was in Ash Patel’s room, and he had just been in her, and Ash was
Molly’s fiancé.
Knowing that Molly wouldn’t be in Sharpington on Friday she made sure
that she was, and she engineered a chance meeting with Ash and spun him a line
about being stranded in town with nowhere to stay.
He offered to let her stay in his room for the night on one
condition
“No funny business” he said
“Ok” she agreed and stepped inside smiling broadly “no funny business”
So of course, there was funny business, lots of funny business.
When Molly got up to the room Ash was just leaving and after a very
warm embrace he said “I was just going for a swim, I’ll wait while you get
changed”
“I’m a bit tired” she replied “I think I’ll have a nap”
“Ok” he said and kissed her and while he squeezed one of her fleshy
buttocks he added “I’ll wake you up in the usual way”
When he returned to the room three hours later, he found her asleep on
the bed fully closed.
She was laying on her stomach with her feet on the pillows and her
head partially hidden under the duvet at the foot of the bed.
Molly was a heavy sleeper so he knew he could do pretty much what he
wanted with her before he woke her.
First of all, he got himself stripped off and ready for action then he
approached her snoring body and lifted up the back of her pleated skirt to
expose her cute arse, which he thought would look even cuter once he got her
tights and knickers down, so that’s what he did.
Then once her cute cheeks were naked, she gave each one a firm slap,
and as they quivered, her head went deeper under the duvet as she wriggled and
squirmed her way up onto her knees, presenting her buttocks to him again for
more of the same, so he obliged her.
Her black tights down
were around her knees and her satin knickers were halfway down her thighs and
the pleated skirt was up about her hips.
All of which left
exposed her firm round buttocks still wearing the fresh red hands prints of an
excellent spanking of her cute white globes had just received.
There was also a very
stimulating audible squelching from Molly’s pussy which he was frigging with
two fingers.
His double-digit
ministrations elicited some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when his
phone vibrated so he picked it up with his dry hand.
It was a message from
Olivia, it read
“Hi Matthew, thanks
for putting me up last night, and for putting it up me”
“No problem” he typed,
with his spare hand, his fingers on the other still deep into Molly’s wetness,
and hit send, a moment later it vibrated again,
“I suppose you’ll be
putting it up my sister soon?” it read
“Oh yes any minute” he
sent
“She’s a lucky cow”
Olivia retorted
“Your time will come”
he said, and she replied with
“I hope so”
“Your time will come
soon” he promised
“So will you” she
retorted with a smiley face
He dropped his phone
and looked at Molly squirming, her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her and knew
she was oblivious to the content of his conversation or even who it was with.
But the text conversation and Olivia’s salacious flirting had added to his already mounting arousal which her elder sister would soon benefit from.
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