Choice Tales from the Vale – (409) Soliciting a Trolley Dolly

 Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills Nation Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south, to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north but our story begins in the West, to the south of Northchapel, in the beautiful village of Chapel Hill.

There was an expanse of green at the centre of the village complete with duckpond and a weeping willow tree.

On the north side of the green was the pub, The Woodcutters Tavern and attached to the side of the pub there was a Stephenson’s general store and post office, across the green from the pub was the Church, St Peter’s, with the vicarage to one side and a row of shops ran alongside the road on the West of the green, Buckley’s Greengrocer and Fruiterers, Boddington’s Butchers, Harvey’s Pharmacy, Bizzie Lizzie Florists, Mazzone’s Hairdressers, Harrisons Hardware and Addison’s Bakery, and was also the home of Solicitor Nick Swann who had been eagerly waiting for his Cabin Attendant fiancé Lena Gretton to return home from Brussels for Christmas, but due to bad weather her flight was delayed for 24 hours.

So, when she did finally arrive, she was all over him like a rash.

They had ended up kissing on the sofa when Lena’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free of his waistband, then with great urgency she pulled herself upright, so she was seated in front of him as her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons, and when she had accomplished her task, she almost ripped the shirt off his back.

Then those trembling hands were on Nick’s flesh, and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.

Meanwhile he had one hand on the zip of her dress and tugged it down without ceremony while his other hand pulled the dress off her shoulder, reluctantly she released her grip on his torso long enough to allow her dress to fall to her waist, quickly wriggling her arms free of the sleeves, they returned to their previous task.

Her kissing became more intense as Nick turned his attention to her bra and released the fastener between the cups and replaced the pink lace with his hands, and she snorted though her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipples.  

Nick pushed her backwards onto the sofa and broke his lips away from her mouth and quickly transferred his affections to her dark pink teats sucking on them like a hungry child, as his hand began its trek along the inside of her thigh, only the 70-denier fabric of her pink stocking between him and the silky skin of her inner thigh.

But as his hand crept ever-higher up Lena’s firm thighs and he reached her stocking top, her thighs opened and closed in anticipation and she moaned quietly as her buttocks squirmed on the sofa, her breaths becoming deep and erratic.

Nick reached Shangri-La and could feel the heat from her pussy and as he looked down at her she was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, she was biting her lip and pulling her hair, so he returned to her breasts, which were rising and falling, and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest.

Nick stopped sucking on her tits again, choosing instead to watch her as he reached the heart of her fire and he fingered her though her pink panties, the fabric slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream oozed through the silk, and as Lena wriggled beneath his hand she moaned like a whore.

Lena’s hands gripped the edges of the sofa until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths, and she cried out in orgasm.

Nick reached up under her dress with both hands to remove her knickers she obliged him by lifting her arse off the sofa, the pink lace rolled easily off her buttocks he then pulled the wet knickers all the way off one leg, and holding that leg by the ankle he began kissing her all the way down her leg so he could give her a thorough muffing, but he only got as far as the back of her knee when she shouted

“Oh God I’m ready Nick, please don’t make me wait,” she begged

So, he hurriedly undid his trousers and bared his throbbing cock, and her legs were spread wide to receive him, a neatly clipped triangle of brunette pussy hair pointing the way towards the dewy pink lips of her waiting cunny.

He slid his hands down her outer thighs until he had a buttock in each hand and then thrust his cock into her grateful cunt, which was like wearing a warm sheath of liquid velvet, and Lena let out a low animal growl, which excited him greatly.

With each successive length he gave her she exhaled a low animal grunt, then Lena’s legs were around him and the grunts were turning to squeals and yelps.

Writhing and wriggling and when the strokes shortened, squeals turned to moans

Quicker and quicker, more urgent, and more guttural, more animal,

Faster and faster, Louder, and louder

Then crescendo and Lena’s whole body seemed to be in spasm beneath him as he pulsed and twitched his seed into her.

He fell forward and her arms went round him like a sprung trap, and she kissed him wetly on the mouth, which he reciprocated.

Nick was about to withdraw from her cunny when she begged

“No don’t take it out yet,”

So, he obliged her, and they just lay there erotically entwined.