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 Louise Harris
and David
Tarver’s reacquaintance was bittersweet.
They had been together for three years but after a series of arguments
they broke up during the summer, but when they saw each other, it was apparent
there was still something between them.
On the night of the party David was dressed as a convict in a
two-piece suit with the trademark arrows and brimless hat in the same material.
But when he saw Louise dressed as a witch in short faux silk dress,
black stockings, and ankle boots, finished with a long dark green cloak and a
traditional pointed hat he knew for definite that he wasn’t over her.
However, it wasn’t until later in the evening when the meal was
finished and the dancing had begun in earnest, that he approached her.
“Hi Lou” he said
“Hello David”
“You look great” he said
“Did you want something?” she asked
“I thought we might have a dance” he suggested
“I don’t think so” Louise said coldly
“Not even for old time’s sake” he asked
“No” she snapped
“What are you afraid of Lou?” David asked
“I’m not afraid of anything” she replied
“Then let’s have a dance” he suggested and held out his hand and she
gave him a defiant look and took it and as soon as they got on the dance floor,
and he took her in his arms they felt at home.
Halfway through the third dance Louise had her arms around his neck
and David tried to kiss her, but she drew her head back
“No kissing” she snapped
“I agreed to a dance, nothing more”
“But you always liked to kiss” he said
“That was when I liked you” she said
He had missed kissing her for all the months since they broke up, and
he often dreamt of touching her again, she was no prude and loved sex, and he
missed the slutty guttural noises that emanated from her when he fucked her,
and now he wanted to fuck her again.
His right hand rested on her waist which he gently moved across the
cool silk until it was cupping her pert braless breast and he heard a sharp
intake breath as his thumb brushed her erecting nipple.
As she hadn’t repelled his advance, he continued to caress her cute
tittie and thought he would take things as far as she would let him.
David’s hand crept tantalizingly inch by inch across her topography
and her buttocks clenched involuntarily in anticipation of his hand’s
destination, and as his hand got closer and closer to the prize she moaned
quietly, and her buttocks clenched again.
She was fidgeting in his arms as his fingers slowly and deliberately
traced the outline of her panties through the silk of her dress, and he knew
from past experience she was biting her lip, as her breaths became deeper and
more erratic the closer his fingertips got to her pussy.
So, he began to pull the front of her skirt upwards so he could access
her knickers, but she said sharply
“First things first” and wrapped her cloak around his shoulder before
aiding him by lifting her dress.
When his finger reached the heart of her fire an involuntary gasp
escaped her lips as he fingered her through the silk of her knickers, and it
slipped and slid on her wet crease until her cream oozed through the fabric and
Louise began to moan.
Her hands gripped onto his costume so tight that her knuckles whitened
as she squirmed in his arms, and she panted out coarse rasping breaths into his
neck.
He paused his fingering briefly and used his thumb to pull her panties
aside and engaged his fingers between her lips, and frigged her until with a
deliriously dirty moan, she came, and with her exclamation her legs buckled,
and he had to support her weight and as he withdrew his sticky fingers from
between her lips she said.
“Ok you can have a kiss”
After a long and passionate kiss, she whispered
“Can you please take me upstairs and fuck me now?”
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