Choice Tales from the Vale – (532) Do you still think I’m Gorgeous

 

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, which was why Peter Searles decided to move there.

Shortly before Christmas Peter was indulging one of his favourite pastimes during the festive season, watching Christmas Movies and was about a quarter of the way through “The Shop Around the Corner” when he detected the telltale clip clop sound of high heels from outside.

He glanced at the clock and thought it must be his neighbour Karen returning from the Christmas Bash at the Cricket Club, so he returned his attention to the film.

When a moment later there was a knock on his front door, he  checked the clock again as he got up and walked out into the hall.

He opened the door and a rather tipsy Ingrid Steponavidute

almost fell through it.

“Hello Peter” she said with a flourish.

“You had a nice time then” he said as he helped her into the house.

“I had a wonderful time” she exclaimed.

She tottered a few steps then kicked off her shoes, which made her a little more stable on her feet, and she quickly progressed into the lounge.

All the while talking nine to the dozen about how marvellous the evening was.

Ingrid was a close friend who Peter had had a brief affair with during the summer after her husband left her.

She was now divorced, and the Christmas party was her first outing as a singleton and she was quite worried about it, but to be on the safe side she went with a friend of Peter’s.

But any doubts she may have had, clearly evaporated, there was no sign of a crisis of confidence.

“So did you like Jerry then” he asked as she plopped down on the sofa.

“Yes, I did very much” she said smiling.

“But not like that”

“That’s a shame” he said as he sat down next to her.

“But what are you doing here then?”

“Well, I saw your lights were still on from the taxi and I thought I’d come and tell you all about my evening” she explained.

“Why were you in a taxi?” he asked, “Why didn’t Jerry take you home?”

“I didn’t want him too” she replied and lay down with her head and shoulders on his lap.

“And why was your taxi driving past my house when you live in the opposite direction?” he asked suspiciously.

“I’ve no idea” she replied, as she was laying at full stretch on her back looking up at him.

“Really?” he said and rested his hand on her belly.

“So, you didn’t contrive to be here?”

“Well maybe” she confessed.

“I see”

“Do you still think I’m gorgeous?” she asked, regally draped before him.

“You used to think I was gorgeous”.

“Always” he replied and slowly moved his right hand, which had been resting on her belly, up to caress the roundness of her breast, and Ingrid murmured as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes.

Her breast rose and fell in his hand as she breathed and as he caressed the heaving mound, he felt her stiffening nipple beneath the fabric, then she lifted her head and reached behind her neck and untied the halter, and with a brief lick of the lips she returned to her serene reclining.

Peter tugged gently on the halter until both magnificent breasts were fully exposed, topped by her succulent nipples standing proud like dark pink sentinels and his eager hands grasped greedily at them and kneaded them like warm dough.

Her arse squirmed discernibly as his fingers traced around her areolas and teased and toyed with her nipples until they stood as stiff as his little finger.

Ingrid’s breasts were still heaving like two ships caught in an Atlantic swell as his right hand returned to her belly and joined his other hand in pulling the fabric of her dress upwards slowly exposing her black stockinged legs until the bulk of her skirts rested above her knees.

When the hem was in reach, he placed his hand on her knee so it could begin its journey under her skirts and up the inside of her thigh.

The rising and falling of her chest increased exponentially with the progress of his hand, as did the licking of her lips.

It excited Peter very much looking down on her as he played with her body like a musical instrument.

He slowly stroked the inside of her upper thigh, almost reaching the source of her heat and then stroking away from it, repeatedly teasing her, and delighting at the reactions on her sweet face.

Until, just at the point when she thought he would stop short again, his fingers reached her groin and the expression on her face was pure joy as his digits traced lightly up to her pubis and down to the site of the itch she wanted him to scratch, then she reached up and kissed him, she was a great kisser, as she kissed him, she pulled herself up so she was seated on his lap,

This allowed his hand, which was still up her skirt, though dormant between her thighs, to make progress into her pants, and an instant later it was inside the silk of her panties.

It paused momentarily with her pubic hair beneath his palm and the back of his hand pressed against expensive silk.

Ingrid moaned loudly in his face as his fingers slipped into her creamy wetness.

She was so well primed, obviously she had been planning his seduction all evening, so it was only a matter of minutes before she came, and she was again on the move.

This time she scrambled up, so she was straddling him and was kissing him almost absentminded as she struggled desperately to undo his belt.

Peter had both hands up her skirt and quickly tugged her knickers off her plump buttocks and even had time for a long appreciative squeeze of each buttock before she finished with his belt and moved onto his fly.

Ingrid had now stopped kissing him and was concentrating so intently that she had her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth.

As cute as she looked Peter decided to take matters into his own hands and rolled her sideways onto the sofa and swiftly removed her silk panties then he knelt between her naked legs stroking her thighs while she finished her task on his trousers.

Once she had finished Ingrid lay back smugly and watched on, as he stood up and stripped off and with her gaze firmly fixed on his erection she said.

“This is what I wanted when I got into the taxi”.

Peter smiled and climbed on top of her, pausing only a moment to suck on one of her teats, then he kissed her as she grasped his cock firmly and guided his shaft between her moist lips and she loudly exclaimed appreciatively in his face as he penetrated her.

Ingrid dug her heels into the sofa and gripped his buttocks hard; digging her nails into his flesh as she repeatedly pulled him into her hot cunny.

Peter rested his weight on one arm as he fondled her breast with his free hand and watched the ecstasy etched into her face as she urged him to finish her and in three spine tingling thrusts, they both came in noisy unison.