Choice Tales from the Vale – (368) New Year’s Day

 

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 illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where the New Year had arrived at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.

James and Danielle had been an item for a few weeks and could barely keep their hands off each other and they spent almost every night together and they made love before going to sleep and before getting up in the morning. 

So, on New Year’s Day James had Danielle bent over on the bed beneath him with his cock still inside her, she had her face buried in the duvet and she was quivering after the exertion, while panting and sighing.  

She sighed even louder when he withdrew from her cunny, and he kissed the small of her back.

He knew that Danielle wouldn’t get up and dress with him in the room, even though they had made love countless times, and he had seen her beautiful body up close and personal on many of those times, so he left her to sort herself out and went into the bathroom to give her some privacy.

He had seen every inch of her gorgeous body during love making and he had penetrated every orifice and she had zero inhibitions during sex.

She was great at flirting and flaunting and she loved dressing up and showed no shyness precoitally while she was clothed, but her inhibitions reared their ugly head when it came to postcoital nakedness.

However, he sat on the edge of the bath and thought to himself how much he loved her and especially her modesty and shyness.

 

When he opened the bathroom door Danielle was shuffling towards him, still buttoning her blouse with her eyes fixed firmly on the task.

When she finally looked up and saw him watching her, she immediately went scarlet and looked away.

James took hold of her arm and pulled her towards him, and she buried her face in his chest and held onto him in a vice like grip.

“I can’t believe you’re still shy” He said “after what we just did, and after all the fantastic sex we have”

Danielle didn’t answer

“But I love it that you are” he added

“Really?” Came a muffled query

“Yes” he replied “In fact it’s why I love you so much

“You love me?” she asked in a childlike voice.

“Yes, so you’ll have to come out from my chest and give me a kiss” he added

“A kiss?” she asked

“Yes, I must have a kiss” he insisted “Because I love you”

Reluctantly her head emerged from his chest, but she still didn’t raise her eyes to look at him but said quietly

“I love you too”

James put his hand on her chin and lifted it gently up and then he put his lips to hers and so began a rather lengthy and immensely enjoyable kiss.

In fact, it was such a deeply satisfying kiss that he began undressing her again and she offered no resistance.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (468) New Year’s Morning

The Treadgood’s had worked for the Beaumont’s since the end of the Great War, when Colonel Anthony George Beaumont rewarded his batman, Private Cyril Henry Treadgood for saving his life at the Somme with a job and a cottage on the estate for his lifetime.

In the 21st Century there are only two Treadgood’s working for the family, Sarah, who, managed all the transport and travel, maintained the fleet of vehicles, as well as being Oliver Beaumont’s primary driver for special duties, and her younger sister Alicia who, was the current head of the family, who was trusted right hand, cook, housekeeper, social secretary, confident and trusted friend, to the Beaumont’s.

They were both attractive girls, tall and slender with long brunette hair and never short of interest, but for Alicia there was only one man she wanted.

 

Alicia and Harvey Willmott were engaged for three years when they broke up, but the moment it happened they both knew they had made a terrible mistake, but when they both attended his sister Karen’s wedding in December they got back together and were determined not to make the same mistake again and had seen each other every day since.

They had spent New Year’s Eve at Oliver Beaumont’s and were celebrating until almost 2am when they left to make the two hundred yard walk to her cottage.

It was a cold night, and it was beginning to snow, and when they were about halfway, she suddenly said

“I need to pee”

“We’re nearly home” Harvey pointed out

“I’m desperate” she confessed

They were just passing the garage block so when they got to the end of the path she disappeared into the shrubbery and triggered one of the PIR sensors.

Harvey peered through the shrubbery until he could see her, illuminated by the floodlights, as she undid her coat.

But when she’d hoicked up her skirt and pulldown her tights and pants and was about to squat, the lights went out.

Although he couldn’t see her, he could definitely hear her, as she pissed behind a bush, as a sustained jet hit the frozen ground.

Then it went silent except for a long sigh, followed by a lot of muttering.

As the snow began to fall faster, he could see her again, illuminated by the floodlights, in a standing position with her coat open and holding the hem of her skirt in front of her, displaying her magnificent hairy bush.

He walked towards her and couldn’t help noticing her nipples prodding through her sweater.

“Where are your knickers and tights?” he asked

“In my coat pocket” Alicia replied

“Why?”

“I got pee on them” she replied and giggled

“And besides you like me with no knickers”

“Well, yes” he replied “But we can’t do anything here”

“Why not?” she asked

“Well, it’s cold for one thing, and it’s snowing” he replied

“You get me hot though” she retorted

“What about the cameras? we’ll be seen” he pointed out

“Don’t worry” she reassured him “this is a blind spot”

“How do you know that?” he asked,
“Because I monitor the security camera’s” she replied
“Oh fare enough” he said and kissed her and played with her nipples through the fabric of her sweater

He then pushed her back against the wall and his hand sought out her whiskers, which were still wet from her alfresco piss and probed her gash, which creamed up instantly, as she was very responsive.

Soon she was tuned, lubed, and ready to go and couldn’t wait, almost the second his fingertips entered her cunny she was trying to extract his cock from his trousers.

Harvey stopped fingering her pussy and aided her in the release of his throbbing dick.

“I’ve been waiting to get my hands on this all evening” she said lustily the moment he had it free she gripped it tightly in her finger and pulled it towards her moist lips.

As soon as his tip was wet, he thrust the rest of it into her and she moaned in appreciation.

Alicia wrapped around him like a vine as he banged her against the bricks with each ball wetting thrust, and with each one he put into her she responded vocally and as the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened so did her responses until finally, she screamed,

“Oh Harvey” she exclaimed as he emptied his sac into her, and they stayed in that position, her wrapped around him, as she was pinned against the wall, as the snow settled on them, for about a minute panting hard until she said.

“I think I need to pee again now; you can watch if you want”