Choice Tales from the Vale – (514) Moments for the Wank Bank

 

The Downshire Navigation, part of the canal network which ran between Nettlefield in the north, down through Millmoor and the Oakhams to Northchapel, Abbeyvale and then to its most southerly point, Abbottsford, where it again heads north, this time to Childean, Purplemere and Finchbottom where it joins the River Finch and in a carpark beside the canal Shermaine Mason screamed at the top of her lungs in toe curling orgasm which echoed around the car park and across the water, before letting out a sigh of satisfaction when Steve Matthews pulled out of her, then he bent down and kissed her quivering belly before laying his face against it.

She sighed again and he felt her muscles contract and he stood up just in time to see a little dribble of cum escape from her hole.

Shermaine lay there on the car bonnet for about twenty minutes, so he threw his jacket across her and the only sounds coming from her were her sighs and a series of soft whispering fanny farts.

 

Meanwhile he had redressed himself and was sitting on the passenger seat watching her and rerunning the night’s events in his head subconsciously selecting moments for the wank bank.

Apart from the obvious inclusions there was also the sound of her slurping on his cock, her screaming orgasm, the dribble of cum on her pussy lip and her fanny farting would all make it in.

As Shermaine stirred, he wondered if she had a wank bank and what moments would be making it in there.

                                                                                                              

“Don’t look at me, turnaround” she said.

“Why?” he asked.

“So, I can put my clothes back on” she replied.

“Why can’t I watch?”

“Because I’m naked obviously”.

“But I’ve already seen everything” he pointed out “Absolutely everything”.

“That was when we were making love” she corrected me.

“This is different”

He wanted to say.

“I’ve sucked your tits, I’ve licked your hole out, you’ve slurped on my cock, I’ve even watched cum dribble from her hole and listened to your fanny farting” but she was a very fit woman, and he would very much have liked to fuck her again, so he decided to play along.

“Ok” he said and turned his back to her.

“And no sneaking a look”

“Ok”

As much as he would have like to ogle her as she redressed, he did think it was rather cute that even after what they had just done, she was still acting shy, so he supposed that was a point scorer.

“Ok you can look now,” she said.

When he turned around, she was as immaculately dressed as she had been at the been when he picked her up at the Summer Ball.

Another thing he reflected on about that evening was that it had been his first Summer Ball and Shermaine Mason was a genuinely great Summer Ball, come to think of it she’d be great any time of year.