Choice Tales from the Vale – (447) In Christmas Finery

 

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 on Christmas Day 1963 when the house was full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Molesworth’s, and the Lyndsey’s fell into the latter group.

Michael Lyndsey was only 14 years old, when on Christmas Morning, as there was a full house he took the chance, amidst the hustle and bustle, to sneak into his Cousin Julianna’s bedroom while she was having a bath so he could delve in her handbag and steal a couple of her cigarettes.

However, Julianna Molesworth, ten years his senior, finished in the bathroom sooner than he anticipated, so not wishing to get in trouble for stealing he hid in the wardrobe.

Michael was hoping she had just forgotten something so wouldn’t be long and would return to the bathroom, but she didn’t so he just waited and watched.

Julianna was sitting on the bed as she dried her long brown hair, which he thought was very boring, so much so that he thought about stepping out and confessing to her and take his punishment, but all of a sudden she stood up and he watched intently as she turned her back to him and began drying her curvaceous body with a large bath sheet, but she offered tantalizing glimpses of what was hidden from view and Michael was sporting a serious woody.

As he carried on watching while his stork grew, until the moment, something happened which still had pride of place in his wank bank, Julianna turned around and threw the towel on the bed and he saw the first naked woman of his life.

He had seen well used black and white pictures of nudes at boarding school, but nothing to rival the tableaux that was unfolding before his eyes.

And those eyes were of saucer size as they were drawn first to her great globular breasts, surmounted by erect pink teats as fat as his thumb, and then down to the fluffy curly brown triangle of pubic hair, and as his eyes feasted on her delights, he fidgeted in the closet and came in his pants.   

Even after he’d shot his warm sticky load it didn’t stop him looking as she began to dress, first she put on her suspender belt around her narrow waist and then she sat on the bed and pulled on the first of her seamed stockings up her long slender leg and as she leant forward to fasten the clasp to her stocking top her breasts hung voluptuously and then at the same slow deliberate pace she repeated the process for the second stocking.

Julianna did each item deliciously slowly just as if she knew she was playing to an appreciative audience.

She stood up after fastening the clasp to second stocking top and seemed to look straight at him and smiled before she pulled on a pair of white silk French Knickers, not that he knew they were silk at the time.

She stood before him and cupped her breasts, feeling their heft and fullness before she harnessed her large round breasts in a white lacy construction.

And when she had finished fastening her bra, he saw the image to which every woman would be subsequently compared for the rest of his life and the addition of a silk under slip did not diminish his appreciation of her, but when the dress went on, he knew the show was over.

He had to continue to wait in the closet with sticky pants for another 25 minutes after she finished dressing, while she did her hair, and applied her makeup and only when she finally went downstairs could he escape his hiding place and change his sticky pants.

As he got to the door Michael looked back towards the wardrobe and he could see the reason he thought she was looking at him and smiling because next to the wardrobe door was a full-length mirror.

That special Christmas Day display stamped a mark on him that lasted a lifetime, and whenever he thinks of Julianna Molesworth, he gets aroused.

 

He should have felt guilt or shame for spying on his cousin when she was naked and vulnerable, but he didn’t because he loved every minute, and he would have watched her again had the opportunity arisen, but alas it was not to be as she left the Manor early on Boxing Day.

What Michael didn’t know was that had he been hiding in her wardrobe on Christmas Eve when Julianna entered her bedroom after her bath, he would have seen his sexy Cousin Julianna finger herself to orgasm, which would not only have made him cream his pants but probably caused him to faint as well.