Choice Tales from the Vale – (515) You only had to ask

 

In the small but thriving English county of Downshire people go about the tasks of their everyday existence in ways that range from the mundane to the extraordinary as their forebears had done for centuries before, in the varied and diverse landscape, from 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, to the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and the short but beautiful coastline to the east.

But our story is set in and around Turnoak-Under-Hawthorne, a large rambling village, originally settled in the 12th century on the sparsely wooded slopes on the Northern fringe of the Finchbottom Vale about 5 miles from Purplemere, and it was everything you would expect from a Downshire Village, they even had a Parish Council.

Gareth McCallion and Tamara Faris were both members, and on one early autumn evening they had been attending a meeting at the Chairmans house on the other side of the village.

Gareth and Tamara were near neighbours although Tamara had only recently moved to that part of the village after her divorce, so she was as yet unfamiliar with the public rights of way, cut throughs and alley ways so Gareth offered to show her the way, albeit that he had an ulterior motive.

He was also a widower and he fancied her, he had done for years, but they were both married but now he was a widower, and she was a divorcee, he just didn’t know how to progress things.

But he did think that the more time they spent together the greater the likelihood that an opportunity would present itself, and he was right.  

They were walking back along the wooded path that meandered through the woods that dissected their part of the village.

It was dark but their eyes had become accustomed to the dark and they were making steady progress as they chatted when he tripped on a tree root and he finished up recumbent on the ground and he pulled Tamara down with him  and she ended up laying on top of him, he was about to apologize when to his surprised she kissed him full on the mouth and inserted her tongue quite expertly so he kissed her back, and then her hand wandered down to his crotch and he certainly wasn’t expecting it and nor was he expecting what happen next, which was for her hand to unzip his fly and pull out his semi through the opening.

However it didn’t stay semi for long because she disengaged her mouth from his and went to work on his cock, and the expert way she set about her task he could tell that his was not the first member she'd had her lips around.
“Oh Tamara” he gasped as she worked on him, but then she suddenly stopped, startled by a noise in the wood, and quickly stood up. 

She backed into the shadow of an old, twisted oak and Gareth joined her there with his erection still protruding from his open fly and they stood there in close proximity, she didn’t say anything, but her breathing was quick and shallow.

After a minute or so and satisfied that no one was in the wood her  lips returned to his and her hand went to his shaft and tugged on it roughly.

Gareth fumbled inside her sweater and unhooked her bra and moved his hands quickly to the breasts he’d been coveting.

They were big and round with stiff erect nipples as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they were.

Then as her kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more taught, he began to hoist up her skirt until he could gain access to her underwear.

He ran his hand up her thigh and soon worked his way teasingly into her knickers and amidst her generous thicket he fingered her between her juicy lips, and she was still kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose.

Tamara was still gripping his tool as he removed his fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the tree behind her and when he had her in position she said.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long”.

“Me too”

“You only had to ask” she said and opened up her thighs for him.

So, he pulled her knickers aside with his thumb and penetrated her juicy hole and the way she received his offering and the way she wrapped herself around him, pulling him deeper into her, showed that she really had been waiting for it.

So, he went at her greedily, her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, growling out contented moans to his rhythmic penetrations.

As he pumped her harder these turned to guttural groans and as her pleasure heightened, they grew to howls, the closer to climax the higher the pitch.

Onward and onward frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed as he shot into her.

They stayed in their final position for several minutes, panting loudly, as his cock still twitched inside her grateful hole and he could feel her muscles contracting around his shaft and she made several long pleasurable languorous sighs, he kissed her neck, and she hugged him tight.

 

After she had redressed herself, i.e., rearranged her knickers and hidden away her magnificent tits, he said.

“Well good night then”

“What?” she said with panic in her voice “Don’t leave me here”.

He smiled at her.

“You bastard” she said and slapped him.

“Do you really think I would just leave you here?”

“No” she said hugging him “But you’re still a bastard”.

“True enough” he said.

“Are you going to walk me home then?” she asked and kissed him.

“Of course, how else am I going to get the chance to disarrange your underwear again” Gareth said and held her hand.

“Oh, you want more then do you?” she asked.

“Well, we don’t have to” he replied.

“Yes, we bloody do” she retorted “So let’s get a move on”.