Choice Tales from the Vale – (441) The Christmas Bathroom Domestic

 

Mornington-By-Mere is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.

It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.

But this Christmas tale is set in the Manor House over Christmas 1962, when the house was full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Molesworth’s fell into the latter group.

Twenty-six-year-old Tristan Molesworth was the family throwback being 6ft 4 with flaming red hair, this was to be his last Christmas at the manor and indeed his last in the UK as he was emigrating to New Zealand in the following spring to run the farm he had inherited from his great uncle.

 

On his fourth day at the house, Christmas Eve, he was not, as was his habit, up early but he did have an early riser.

He had been laying in his bed thinking about the cute house maid that had he had skewered the previous morning which culminated in Amy screaming out in orgasm.

It was those reminiscences of shagging the cute domestic that resulted in him sporting a very striking erection which, in the absence of the horny housemaid, he decided he would take across the hall to the bathroom and deal with it.

The St George’s had very modern plumbing, so they had an excellent shower over the bath.

He was already in the shower and had already given himself a couple of strokes before Amy joined him, and on that morning, he had no need to undress her as Amy was already naked.

“Sorry I’m late sir” she said

Amy was a year or two younger than Tristan straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose, and a thin-lipped smile.

He was in the shower, and she sat down on the edge of the bath and took his cock in her mouth and teased and toyed with his erection to great effect.

Amy then stood up wearing a broad grin and leant back against the tiles and eased her small frame into the corner as droplets of water ran down her freckled skin to her pert breasts and dripped off her hard proud nipples.

Amy lifted one foot up and planted it on the edge of the bath for purchase, and then the small delicate fingers of one hand combed their way through her wet pubes before descending between her hairy lips.

He watched intently and began tugging on his shaft in rhythm with her fingering until she suddenly stopped and opened her legs as far as she could, which he took as his signal to fuck her, and he eagerly obliged as he slipped easily in between her greasy lips and his presence inside her was greeted with an appreciative moan.

With each thrust her buttocks slapped against the tiles as he banged her and on the short strokes her buttocks squeaked like new shoes until they both came in a juddering climax.

 

Afterwards he was shattered, he had never had as much sex as he had had in the three days since their first time, and his legs had completely gone after a real old fashioned knee trembler.

He had to sit in the bath to recharge his batteries, he just sat there with the shower spraying down on him for about five minutes.

By the time he re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Amy was already fully dressed.

“You’ve recovered then Sir” she said and laughed

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re eager for it,” he said in response

“You’ll still have me though” she said and walked over and kissed him and he grabbed her and scooped her up in his arms

“Put me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested

“That’s just how I like you” he teased and then they kissed, but that was all they did as she had to get back to work.

“Well, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow now” she insisted

So, he put her down and she giggled as she sponged herself dry.

“Or this afternoon” she said as she sat down and watched him drying himself and by the lascivious look in her eye he couldn’t tell if she was remembering what she’d just had or imagining what she was going to get the next time and he knew there would be a next time.