Choice Tales from the Vale – (498) The Dwindling Star and the Christmas Adventure

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but that didn’t bother its inhabitants, they may not have been the biggest, but they were in no doubt that they were the best, and that belief was no truer than in the southern town off Abbottsford which was Downshire’s administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government.

It was also a place of learning thanks to the Downshire University, it could also boast that it was a Cathedral City and was home to Abbottsford Town football Club and benefitted from the counties premier Hotel, the Abbottsford Regents.

 

From mid-November the Hotel played host to “A List” American Actress Robin Van Meeuwen, she was staying in the Tudor suite, one of the most expensive and was expecting to be there for a prolonged stay as she was starring in a revival of Agatha Christies, The Man in the Brown Suit, at the  Empire Theatre and was in rehearsals for a January opening, which was her comeback.

Robin had been in the spotlight since she was 7 years old when she was first cast in a successful Sitcom and quickly established herself as a regular until it was cancelled ten years later, guest appearances in among other shows as NCIS, CSI, Criminal Minds and Stargate SG1 followed, as well as theatre work and Movie parts.

But at the age of twenty-five she won the Role of Petrona in Starfighter Squadron which cemented her as a star in the firmament for over a decade.

However, three things happened in her life in quick succession which derailed her career and life.

Firstly, her husband of ten years shocked her to the core when “out of the blue” he left her for a 19-year-old blonde, second without any warning she was written out of Starfighter Squadron and then finally she turned thirty-five which she blamed for the other two.

Those three events shattered her confidence and left her feeling like a worthless Has-been and she could not work for a year and locked herself away from the world.

When she emerged, her self-esteem was rock bottom, and she was left feeling old, talentless, and unattractive.

It was only her remarkably close and long-term friend Jasmin Fureaux, who dragged her back from the abyss and got her back on the boards to star in her directorial debut, and that was how she ended up at the age of thirty-seven staying at the Regents, but she was still damaged.

 

Her one release was the use of “Male Escorts” which she used like a hair shirt or self-flagellation, to punish and degrade herself.

However, at the beginning of December 30-year-old Receptionist Cameron Vale, who had fantasied about her since he was a schoolboy, took a phone call from Carl, the latest escort she had booked.

Cameron knocked on the door of the Tudor suite to inform her that her man was not coming, and she jumped to the conclusion that he was Carls’s replacement and as he had fantasized about fucking her for years, he decided to go along with it.

 

And at the end of the night when she found out he was not an escort he told her to text him if she wanted to do it again.

Well, she did text him, every day, and every day he went to her suite and used her and abused her while giving her positive reinforcement, the only common denominator being bondage.

Spreadeagled on the bed, facedown and faceup, bent over furniture, hanging from fixtures, and tied, in various derivations, to the four-poster bed.

But on Christmas Eve instead of the usual round of sex games they made love for the first time and after climax she panted

“That was wonderful,”

He kissed her again and withdrew and rolled off her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.

“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on his chest.

“Soon, your fanny won’t have finished farting yet”.

He said and she giggled like a schoolgirl then after a few minutes she added.

“Are we still going to do the dirty stuff?”

“Not tonight, but yes” he said.

“We can do romantic love making as well as dirty fun”.

“Oh good” she replied.

 

As she lay with her head on his chest in the afterglow she asked

“Do you have to work tomorrow?”

“No, I have the next three days off” he replied.

“Really? Will you have Christmas Dinner with me tomorrow, in the restaurant?” she asked hopefully?

“I’d rather not” he replied.

“Oh!” she exclaimed.

“I want you to have Christmas Lunch with me in Springwater” he continued.

“I thought….” She began. 

“You thought I didn’t want to be with you” he said and kissed her trembling lips.

“You are the only one in the world I ever want to be with”.

He kissed her again and then they made love.

 

“Where is Springwater?” she asked still breathless from another tender fuck.

“It’s a village in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, my parents have a cottage there”.

“Oh, I don’t think I’m ready to meet your parents” she said with alarm, and he laughed.

“Don’t worry, they’re in Spain, it will just be the two of us”.

“Oh ok” she said with relief.

“Now go to sleep, we have to be up early in the morning” he said kissed the top of her head and turned off the light.

 

They were up early on Christmas morning, and he was up Robin before they’d even wiped the sleep from their eyes, as a Christmas gift to each other.

Then they showered, fucked again and then ordered breakfast in bed.

After breakfast they set off for Springwater in Cameron’s car, Robin didn’t have a car, in fact she didn’t even drive, so he drove, and she slept most of the way so missed most of the scenery.

 

The National Park stretched from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracted a variety of visitors.

The quarry hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries had been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and the former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk, it was also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where Cameron’s parents had their cottage.

 

Robin woke up about five minutes before they arrived, and she woke up horny so as soon as they got inside the cottage, she wanted him inside her.

However, he was adamant that he needed to get lunch underway so after stuffing the Turkey he stuffed Robin.

And that was how their first Christmas together went, sex and turkey.

 

They started Boxing Day in similar style when he woke up to find Robim impaled on his cock and when she had finished sullying herself on his rod, they lay in bed planning their day.

“Let’s go out on the quad” he suggested.

“Quad?”

“Quad bike, it’s a nice day out there” he said.

“It’s a nice day in here” she retorted “and squeezed his cock”.

“Theres plenty of time for that” he said.

“Theres certainly plenty of cock” she insisted.

“Later” he said and got out of bed “after our outdoor adventure”.

“I’m an actress I have stunt doubles to do that kind of thing” she pointed out.

“And I don’t even have any clothes for outdoor adventures”.

“You’ll find some of Megan’s stuff in the bottom two drawers” he said pointing at the chest of drawers.

“Who’s Megan?” she asked suspiciously.

“Don’t panic, she’s my sister” he said.

“I didn’t know you had a sister”.

“Yes” he said, “You’ll like her”. 

“Where is she?”

“She’s working over Christmas, she’s a midwife at the Winston Churchill in Abbottsford. you’ll get to see her at New Years”.

“You’re going to introduce me to your sister?” she asked.

“Of course, I am” he replied.

“Really?”

“Yes” he replied, and she grinned.

“Now get you horny little arse in the shower”.

“You too?

“No because you can’t be trusted, you’ll want to get dirty instead of clean” he replied,

“They’ll be other times for making love in the shower”.

 

When Robin came out of the bathroom Cameron went in and when he reemerged from the bathroom Robin was stood by the bed, still with a towel wrapped around her, and she was laying out the clothes she was going to wear, a lumberjack shirt, matching blue bra and pants, long woollen socks, and baggy jeans.

“You won’t be needing that today” he said putting her bra back in the drawer.

“Well, if I can’t wear that then I’m not wearing these either” she retorted and put her knicker back in the drawer.

“Even better” he said.

“You’re planning something dirty, aren’t you?” she asked suspiciously.

“Always” he replied “always”.

 

Having provided Robin with an appropriate selection of his sisters clothing she took his advice and layered, but because Megan was a size bigger, the jumpers and waterproof trousers were a bit baggy, fortunately the footwear was a perfect fit.

To complete the ensemble, she put on a short windcheater and then he pulled a woolly hat over her brunette hair.

 

He wheeled the Quad bike out of the garage and said.

“Ok you cand drive”

“But Cameron I’ve never driven one of these before” she said with alarm.

“It’s just like riding a bike” he assured her and then explained the controls.

“What will you be doing?” she asked.

“I will be sat behind you with my arms wrapped around you”.

“What, like a cuddle?” she asked.

“Yes, darling just like a cuddle” Cam said with a chuckle as he put on his backpack and climbed on behind. 

 

“Ok gloves on and turn the key”.

“Ok” she responded, and the engine started then she released the break and accelerated.

“Oh Fuuuuck” she shouted as they shot forward then after about fifty yard she said.

“This is great,”

 

By the time they had got a mile up the track she was properly getting the hang of it, about half a mile further along there was a fork so she slowed down, Cameron tapped her on the shoulder and pointed to the right fork which led them to a wide opening that allowed egress into the forest.

The early morning blue skies had given way to cloud so it was very gloomy among the trees.

Even under grey skies it was light enough to manage without lights, but once amongst the trees it was a different story.

“Head up the main track” he shouted, “and put your lights on”.

“I have lights?” Robin shouted back, “Cool, where’s the switch?”

“Next to the key” he yelled.

“Got it”

Once they were in the depths of the forest, he decided it was time  to make his move.

“Take the left fork” he shouted, and she gave him a thumbs up.

Robin was being extremely cautious as the track was a bit more challenging and they hadn’t gone more than a hundred yard down the less travels track when he removed his gloves and began rummaging through the layers until he hands made contact with her flesh.

“What are you doing?” she said over her shoulder.

“Warming my hands”.

“That’s what your gloves are for” she pointed out.

“But this is nicer” Cam said just as his hands cupped her tits.

“Oh yes, it is” she retorted wistfully.

“I think so” he replied as he toyed with her nipples, and she added.

 “That’s quite enough of that” she said sharply.

“But you were enjoying it too” he said.

“That’s not the point it’s not safe”.

“Where is your spirit of adventure” he said nibbling her ear and sliding his right hand inside her jeans seeking out her moist flesh within and Robin clamped her thighs together to try and deny him access.

But this was not easily done, and she was finding it difficult to drive as well as keeping her thighs tight closed.

“We’ll crash” she said in panic.

“Not if you pull over” he said and all of a sudden, she pulled up sharply and opened her thighs and his finger instantly parted her lips.

“I knew you were planning something dirty” she began but then he had found her sweet spot and she was creaming his fingers, and she lost her train of thought.

It didn’t take too long stroking her creamy pussy until he bought her to climax, almost the moment it happened she stood up and pulled down her waterproofs and jeans and screeched.

“Get your cock out you dirty bastard”.

So, he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out and bared his nob as she was reversing herself toward him with her cute, exposed buttocks and he gripped her narrow hips and pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she was squatting on his shaft and moaning to the trees.

Robin gripped the handlebars as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down and the wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the forest but despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode him right up to the point his aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her bony hips until she milked him dry.

She finally relaxed breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.

“I like Quad biking” she panted.