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 National 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 it’s in the small village of Oxley Ridge.
The Oxley’s were a popular destination for visitors all year round,
including corporate events and outward-bound
courses, and the visitors were very important to the local economy, from hospitality
and supplies, to guides and instructors.
On the
outskirts of the village there was an Outdoor Pursuit Centre, with a shop,
Café, and an accommodation block.
And at one end there was the staff accommodation block similar in
design to university student accommodation but much smaller.
There were four rooms per unit, sharing a kitchen, seating area and
bathroom.
While the Administration block contained offices, storerooms, and a
common room, with comfortable chairs, where staff can sit around and relax,
drink coffee, and watch TV or just sit around talking.
Matthew Irving was a few weeks short of his twenty third birthday as
Christmas approached and as he was a single man with no family he always
volunteered to work over Christmas, and although he only lived in Oxley Green,
he chose to stay in the staff block as the road between the villages was prone
to closures in the worst of the winter.
Christmas was normally quieter than normal but that didn’t mean that
everyone stayed home drinking eggnog, that year however he expected fewer
visitors than usual because of the deteriorating weather, but as he was also a
Mountain Rescue volunteer, he didn’t expect his yuletide to be exactly quiet.
However he didn’t quite call it correctly, it was quiet workwise because
the Village was shut down by a snowstorm, but it was quite an eventful time
inside the staff accommodation when Alicia Willmott seduced him into taking her
cherry and for the three days they were snowed in he banged her like a drum,
and she enjoyed every minute of it, and it didn’t end there, because they
became fuck buddies which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement.
They hadn’t hooked up over Christmas itself as she had family stuff to
do but they made up for it two days after Boxing Day when they were rostered on
together, and they were well satisfied.
The following day they were rostered on together again but
unfortunately would not be alone, there was to be a third person on call, so a
night of rampant shagging was out of the question.
So, they arranged to get there early, in order to get in a quickie, in
case their worst fears were realised, so he parked the
car outside the staff block, where the unit was in darkness, and there were no
other cars parked outside.
It was
about ten minutes after he’d arrived when Alicia walked into the block and
called
“Are you there
horny?”
“Hi Alicia”
he responded, “I’m in the kitchen”
When she
walked in the kitchen she was not dressed for winter, as she was wearing what
looked like a man’s shirt
“That
doesn’t look suitable for a winter night” he pointed out
“I’m
wearing suitable footwear” she retorted and kicked one of her booted feet in
the air “And the rest is suitable for what I have in mind”
“Very nice”
he said
“And I hope
its suitable for what you have in mind” she responded and then kissed him
“Where would
you like it gorgeous?” he asked between kisses
“Here will
suffice we don’t have time to relocate” she replied as she rubbed her mound
against the bulge in his trouser.
“Just don’t
spaff on my dad’s shirt”
Then she
returned her attention to his mouth and her tongue darted in and out of his
mouth as her hands undid his trousers and before long, she was tugging roughly
on his cock.
After a
moment or two she disengaged her mouth from his and turned around and bent
over, resting her elbows on the tabletop and wiggled her round arse at him.
Apparently,
she was ready to go so he shuffled up behind her like a horny penguin and began
tugging her shirt up over her arse, which was naked.
“Where are
your drawers?” he asked
“In my coat
pocket” she replied
“Fair enough”
he responded and pushed the shirt fabric up her body so he could roughly grope
at her tits while she rubbed her hind quarters against his cock.
But every
time she was about to impale herself on him, he withdrew and teased her until
the fourth time when she looked over her shoulder at him as she rested on her
elbows and pleaded with her eyes, so he grabbed her hips and in one easy
movement he penetrated her tight hairy fanny and judging by her vocal response
it was very much to her satisfaction.
He took
hold of her tits and cupped them as he pounded on her creamy pussy, the sound
of her arse cheeks slapping against his belly was like applause and the coarse
moans she was emitting were like encores.
So, he
pounded on her harder and faster.
The applause
grew, her vocalizing grew, the electric pace grew, and the wobble of her tits
grew until to rapturous applause and what sounded like baying wolf calls, they
both came, and then his fuck buddy lay before him spent and disgraced bent over
the kitchen table with his twitching cock still inside her.
After withdrawal they went into her room for a post coital cuddle and
fell asleep in the afterglow, when he woke up two hours later, she was sucking
his cock.
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