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, not so Emma Hale or
Theresa Sindall however because they were already staying at the Hotel, Emma
was the Assistant Managers sister, and Theresa, because she was Company
Secretary and wife of the CEO, and was overseeing the final preparations.
On the night of the
party forty-year-old Theresa, dressed as in a red Rockabilly Dress, had mixed
feelings, the party had been a great success but as usual she had been
abandoned by her husband, who was holding court in the bar.
She had regretted one
thing about the planning and that was the table she had allocated herself; it
was tucked away in a corner so there was no footfall, no passing party goers to
chat with, she was not a great mixer at the best of times, so she just sat at
the table drinking wine.
So, by eleven o’clock
she was sat at a near empty table, the only other occupant being a cute young
redhead, dressed as “Little Orphan Annie” who was preoccupied with her phone,
and she was a little bit drunk and an awful lot horny.
Not that there would
be any point it’s not as if Ken would be in any fit state to satisfy her, so
she tried to put it from her mind and do a bit of people watching.
As she watched the
revellers on the dance floor, she began to picture them naked, the attractive
ones obviously, and then her imagination took over and they were performing sex
acts on each other.
And her thoughts were
getting her hot, and she found herself rubbing her pussy through her dress with
one hand while still holding her wine glass with the other, she didn’t even
stop while a waitress refilled her glass.
It wasn’t long before
Theresa, had hiked up the folds of her dress and petticoats and un-popped the
gusset of her teddy and began fingering herself in earnest, and at the same
time relinquishing her grip on the wine glass so that hand could join its
partner in her masturbation instead.
Her earlier regret at
her choice of table was now moot as it had now become the perfect location to
satisfy herself.
It was a dimly lit
corner, with no passers-by and she was facing the room, and everyone was
clearly visible to her, even though she was not to them.
Theresa did keep half
an eye on the cute young redhead, who was preoccupied with her phone, as she
fingered herself under the table.
Emma Hale was focused on her phone because she was trying to find a
local hook up to scratch her intimate itch, but she was struggling to find
someone to suit her needs.
But when she
eventually looked up at the middle-aged woman across the table from her, who
was wearing a vacant expression, and having had personal experience of
witnessing that expression on a woman, Emma suspected her fingers were busying
themselves under the table.
To confirm her
suspicions, she pretended to drop her phone on the floor and when she bent
forward, she could see the lady’s busy fingers working at her gash.
Emma was only nineteen
and although she was very experienced, she didn’t normally go for the older
women.
Even though she was
very attractive and had a lovely figure, Emma didn’t know if she would be
receptive to her attentions, she was a married woman after all.
Also, Theresa and her
husband were company directors so she could end up, not only being rejected,
but also dismissed.
However, she was very
hot now, so she had another quick look under the table at Theresa’s frigging
and muttered under her breath
“Fuck it, I can get
another job”
So, after a cursory
glance over both shoulders, Emma slid off her chair and slipped under the table
and crawled towards the prize.
Once under the table
Theresa’s minge was still clearly visible to her, but in addition to that, she
could hear audible squelching from Theresa’s wet pussy, and she could smell her
pungent scent.
Emma sat on her
haunches and enjoyed the view for a full minute before she put her hands on
Theresa’s stocking clad knees.
Theresa gasped when
she felt a hand on each knee that pushed her thighs apart, but her fingers
never stopped.
She had no idea who it
was, and she didn’t care, she just inched her pussy forward to the edge of the
chair and hoped, and just at the moment she felt the flick of a tongue between
her lips she noticed the cute redhead opposite was gone.
“Oh my God” she
exclaimed and lifted the tablecloth to confirm she was being noshed by a girl
half her age and then had to use a serviette to stifle her moans.
After taking Theresa
over the edge to nirvana Emma immerged from beneath the table and sat in the
chair beside her boss, before using the edge of the tablecloth to wipe
Theresa’s juice off her face.
“That was amazing” she
said and squeezed Emma’s hand
“You didn’t mind me
joining the party then?” she asked
“I loved it” she
replied
“Good, so did I” Emma
said and slipped her knickers off and put them on the table in front of
Theresa, wet patch on display.
“Now it’s your turn”
Emma said and held her hand
“I’ve never done it
before” she responded and then slithered off her chair.
In preparation she sat
on the edge of the chair with her thighs spread wide and leant forward and
rested on her elbows with her head down as if she was staring at her phone, and
then she could feel Theresa’s breath caressing her wet minge before she
hungrily consumed her.
Theresa was smiling
broadly when she crawled out from beneath the table and into her chair and then
she picked up Emma knickers and wiped her face with them and blushed.
“I really wish I could
kiss you right now” Theresa said
“Me too” Emma
responded “Come to my room and you’ll get you wish”
“I can’t” she said “I
have to find my husband”
“Why? He’ll be too
drunk to satisfy you the way I can” Emma said
“I do love him though”
Theresa said
“Yes, but he doesn’t
make you feel the way you feel right now though does he” Emma pointed out and
Theresa smiled
“Ok” she said and
began pulling her skirt up
“What are you doing?”
Emma asked
“I’m going to refasten
my teddy” she replied
“No, just leave it”
Emma said
“But…” she began
“I’m not putting my
knickers back on” Emma said and put them in her handbag
“God I’m so hot right
now” Theresa said “Really hot”
“Good, let’s get you
upstairs before you go off the boil” Emma said
“Not much chance of
that” Theresa said “But let’s hurry just in case”
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