Choice Tales from the Vale – (627) Relight my fire

 

The village of Oakvale-On-Roe is in the north of the relatively small English county of Downshire, situated between the old market Town of Nettlebridge, and their more affluent neighbour Roespring, and in the Old Coopers Farm area to the north of the village was Stone Bridge Lane where Brendan Healey lived at number 13.

There weren’t a lot of Dwellings in the lane, a converted barn unimaginatively named “The Old Barn” then there were 15 terraced cottages, Ten Acre Farm, another converted barn called Small Barn and Ironsides Farm.

The cottages were of a decent size, having been enlarged many years earlier by knocking two of the old labourer’s cottages into one, it was too big for a man living alone, but he liked it, it was his castle.

He worked hard for the post office and had reached a senior level and when he got home to Oakvale, he liked to get inside and pull up the drawbridge behind him.

He had no family left, his circle of close friends was small and dwindling, so very few people made it past the drawbridge, and most of them were tradesmen or domestics.

 

Maggie and Lyndsey Atkins lived in a flat over the Greengrocers, and it had just been the two of them since Lyndsey was seven when her father died.

When he died, he had no life insurance, no savings and left them with debts.

They were very hard working, and both had multiple jobs, since Lyndsey was old enough to do so she did her share and she had to forgo higher education even though she was more than capable.

Fifty-three-year-old Maggie Atkins was primarily a cleaner, and cleaned all over the village, private addresses and businesses, she cleaned Brendan Healey cottage every Friday Morning.

Lyndsey was principally a server at The Roebank, worked shifts at the Supermarket and helped her mum with the bigger cleaning jobs, in addition she did ironing, and one of her clients was Brendan.

 

After Lyndsey finished her Saturday morning shift at the Supermarket, she mounted her bike and peddled off to her first ironing session of the day in the affluent Shepherds Row area of the village.

It was a lovely warm and sunny late August day as she peddled up the hill, dressed for the weather in loose-fitting pale blue shorts and a white sleeveless top.

She was neither tall nor short, her hair was blonde, but of an indistinct shade, which was short and curly, she thought she was vaguely attractive with an average figure however other people of course saw her differently as she cycled around the village.

 

It was lunchtime when she remounted her bike and left Shepherds Row and headed home for a quick sandwich.

While she was home, she changed her top for a pink one and then was back on her bike peddling towards Stone Bridge Lane all knees and elbows, her blonde hair blowing around her head.

She crossed the stone bridge and passed a converted barn on the left, opposite a row of ten terraced Houses, then just after the road leading to Ten Acre Farm, was her destination, number 13.

Brendan Healey was a surly thirty-six-year-old career Postal worker who worked in the Nettlebridge Sorting Office as a senior manager, still a very capable worker even on his bad days but his surliness seemed to be getting worse with every passing week, and he was divorced, and childless.

Lyndsey was fast approaching her thirtieth birthday and had been doing Brendan Healey’s ironing once a week for around 9 months. and for the first three weeks he certainly lived up to his surly reputation but over the months he had slowly mellowed with her and from June onwards he had been very chatty.

By August they had progressed to enjoying a glass of wine after she’d finished her labours, and on that Saturday of the bank holiday weekend, as it was such a warm day they had two glasses and were halfway through the second when he said.

“So how are you spending your Saturday night?”

“Same as most Saturdays, feet up in front of the TV”

“Why is that? You’re an attractive young woman; with a lovely figure you should be out on a Saturday with your fella” he said

“I don’t have one” she replied

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed, a girlfriend then”

“NO, I’m not one of them, although I did kiss a girl once, but it didn’t do anything for me” she explained

“Not that it’s any better with men”

“What do you mean?”

“They look all right, especially my tits, most men look at them, I’ve even noticed you ogling them”

“Only look?”

“Well, I do go on dates occasionally, I get asked a lot, especially working at the pub, but they have expectations and my body fails to oblige” she said being uncharacteristically open, probably due to the heat and the wine

“I don’t understand”

“The spirit is willing, but the flesh doesn’t seem to get the message” she replied

“So, they don’t turn you on?”

“Nope”

“Or can’t turn you on?” he asked

“Yep”

“So, you’re frigid?”

“I’m afraid so” she confirmed

“So, you don’t get…. moist?”

“Not even damp”

“Nothing?”

“Dry as a mouses ear” she retorted and scoffed

“Have you always been like that?”

“No when I was a teenager, I was keen as mustard, but I was very selective with my favours” she said “Now I wish I’d been more promiscuous”

“So, when did it all change?” he asked

“When I was 19, I had cervical cancer, and after the treatment my urges became more and more infrequent and finally, they stopped altogether”

“So, you can’t even take care of yourself?”

“No” she replied wistfully

“I wish I could”

“I’m sorry” he said

“Me too” she said and drained her glass and stood up “I should be going”

“Well knowing what I know won’t stop me ogling though” he said as he followed her into the kitchen

“You don’t just have to look, why don’t you help yourself” she said as she reached up behind her and unhooked her bra and stood in front of the island “Not that it will do anything”

“I don’t think I should be doing that” he said, “Isn’t that overstepping the boundary between employer and …domestique?”

“Don’t be silly, knock yourself out,” she insisted crossly “Have at em”

“Well, I still don’t think I should,” he said “However as you are so insistent, it would be churlish of me to refuse, and as you rightly said I have been ogling them for months”

“Just get on with it, a quick grope and you’re done” she said matter of factly as she pulled her pink top up from her shorts, so he stood behind her he put his palms against her bare flesh.

She tensed briefly when his hands made contact and then she breathed in as his hands proceeded up under her top and exhaled slowly as he cupped the weighty plumpness of her breasts.

Her breathing deepened as her nipples stiffened against his palms

“They seem to be responding nicely” he said

“Well don’t stop there then” she gasped

“Unbutton your shorts” he told her and when she had eagerly obliged, he slid his hand purposely across her soft belly and beneath the waistband of her knickers, his fingers brushing briefly through her abundant whiskers.

“Oh God” she exclaimed as his finger parted her sticky lips.     

“No sign of a mouses ear so far.”

“I wasn’t expecting that” she moaned “Thank God.”

It wasn’t many more minutes before she juddered to a climax.

“I’m ready for you to fuck me now” she said and as he withdrew his digit.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure for fuck sake” she barked through gritted teeth so he bent Lindsey over the kitchen island and yanked her pale blue shorts and  red knickers off her round arse exposing her fleshy cheeks and her dirty blonde whiskered lips, then he undid his shorts and readied himself before plugging his cock into her creamy wetness.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God” she panted as he went in deep.

“Oh yes” she grunted as he banged her from behind “It’s been so long.”

She panted and moaned until that sublime moment when she yelled.

“Oh my God” and went rigid.

She had come hard but he hadn’t emptied his sack and when he withdrew her legs buckled.

“Oh my God” she sighed “that was so good and so dirty.”

“Glad you enjoyed it” he said.

“Are you kidding, you made me cum hard, I’m satisfied with that” she said smugly.

“I know, you came hard and fast” he said.

“That’s because I haven’t had a cock in me for more than 10 years” she retorted and giggled as she lay slumped on the island.

“Well, I finished you, but you didn’t finish me” he explained as he kicked his shorts and pants away.

“What?” she exclaimed as she lifted her head up and looked over her shoulder at his erection “You mean there’s more?”

“There is if you get upstairs,” he replied as she stood up and stepped out of her shorts and knickers.

“You know where my bedroom is” he added but she was already running to the door before he finished the sentence.

 

Two hours after she had originally announced “I should be going” she stepped out of the kitchen door and after a final kiss Lyndsey left number 13 Stone Bridge Lane and Brendan watched her walk back to her bike and he thought she looked as good from behind as she did from the front and he smiled as she mounted her bike again and turned to give him a wave before peddling away, somewhat wobbly.

She would be back however, and not just to do the ironing because following that first sensual encounter she became a regular recipient of his attentions as she helped him with his surliness and he kept her frigidity at bay.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (626) Santa and the Elf’s

 

The village of Oakvale-On-Roe is in the north of the relatively small English county of Downshire, situated between the old market Town of Nettlebridge, and their more affluent neighbour Roespring, and among the residents were, Dave Cowan, Petra Joli and Lucy Turner.

However, they were all different ages, live in different parts of the village and had never met until the day of the St Nicholas School Christmas Fete when they were all working in Santa’s Grotto.

Dave Cowan was the school caretaker, living on site and was a 30-year-old divorcee, and he had volunteered to play Santa when the regular guy broke his arm a week before the big day, his two Elf’s were 27-year-old Petra Joli and 21-year-old Lucy Turner.

Petra was a tall skinny, mousy haired girl, a bit on the plain side, but with lovely legs, who was relatively new to the village and worked for the post office.

Whereas Lucy was a pretty blonde 3rd year photography student, petite and curvy, and was home for the Christmas holidays and she was very excited and bounced around like tigger.

He thought the girls looked very sexy in their green and red knee length Elf dresses and red and white striped legs and red heeled pixie boots but then he liked girls in costumes or uniforms.

 

The grotto opened at 11 o’clock and it was busy from the get-go, Petra would bring one of the little darlings to his throne and help them on to his lap, if necessary, then she would stand next to him while Lucy took a photo of the group.

Dave thought if he was going to get inside any Elf underwear his best chance was with the plain one, he didn’t think he stood any chance at all with the bubbly pretty one so when Lucy was taking the photo he squeezed Petra’s bum and after doing that three or four times with no objection he put his hand up under her dress and got a better contact, and was pleased to find that her stripy legs were not tights, so he grabbed her delicious pantie clad arse.

When it got to the last child of the day and his hand went up under her skirts her knickers were absent, so he knew he was going to be splitting her whiskers.

 

An hour later they were in the medical room, and he was fucking her on the sick bed, she was stretched out in front of him naked except for her pixie boots and striped stocking on her long legs which were wrapped around his middle with her ankles crossed behind him.

He was standing at the end of the bed, with his red trousers sitting on top of his boots, banging her, when the door suddenly opened and they were discovered by Lucy.

“What’s going on here?” she asked as she closed and locked the door

“Santas giving Elfie her Christmas present” he replied

“I can help” she said, so while he was banging her pussy Lucy started licking her button and fondling her tit.

 

After he exploded inside Petra’s very accommodating pussy, he withdrew his cock from her and as soon as it sprang up, wet with Petras juices, Lucy’s mouth immediately engulfed it and when he was fully aroused, she said

“Can I have a present now?”

“Of course you can, Santa loved giving presents”

So she climbed on top of Petra, and Dave pulled her tights down and was about to go up for her Christmas knicker adorned with candy canes but he changed his mind and while the girls were kissing he pulled her pants aside with his thumb and thrust into her and fingered Petra at the same time.

 

After achieving a festive group climax, he fell forwards on top of the sweaty panting pair of Grotto girls with his cock still inside Lucy.

After a few blissful minutes he withdrew from Lucy and pulled up his trousers then he slapped Lucy on the arse and said

Come on you two I’ve got a bed in the bungalow big enough for Santa and a couple of slutty Elf’s”

“Ooh lovely” Lucy said

“Is it far?” Petra asked “I don’t think my legs will carry me far”

“It’s the bungalow by the main gate” he said

“Oh, I manage that I think” she replied

“You’ll be laying down again as soon as we get there” he explained

“Goodie” Petra said and giggled

“And I’ll be sitting on your face” Lucy said as she climbed off her and pulled her tights up

“Double goodie” Petra responded dreamily

Choice Tales from the Vale – (608) The Royal Deflowering’s

 

During their cunnilingus performances Princess Madalina and her bodyguard Christina Abram they hadn’t noticed Prince Jos had stripped off and was sporting a spectacular erection so when Madalina lifted her head from Christina juicy Honey pot and was wearing a broad smile, her lips glistening with a liberal smear of honey, her eyes almost left her head when she suddenly caught sight of her husband’s cock.

“Is it time?” she asked excitedly

“It is time, now get back on the edge of the bed where you were before” he said and Christina helped her into position and spread Madalina’s legs wide so her juicy kitty was at the perfect height to receive him.

The Princess grasped Christina’s right hand while her left gently stroked Madalina’s crease, and then she sucked in air through her teeth as Jos penetrated her and made her wince as he broke her hymen and her skinny legs wrapped immediately around him and moaned coarsely when he was all the way in.

As her deflowering proceeded Madelina wriggled like a fish on the riverbank as he repeatedly skewered her tight juicy fanny and she was wetting his balls with every stroke.

But because of her prolonged foreplay she came way before he was even close to shooting so when her skinny legs were no longer gripping him, he withdrew his glistening stalk with the plan of finishing in her when she had time to recover.

He was slightly disappointed and a little frustrated, so he snapped at Christina

“Well, you can go now that the union is consummated, you have performed your duty”

“Oh no please don’t make me go yet, please I’ll don’t whatever you want”

“Let her stay Jos” Madalina begged “Please”

“Ok” he relented “But if she stays, she gets cock”

“Alright, but I’ve never had cock before” she said

“Another cherry for you to pop Jos” Madalina said gleefully

“Get her ready then” Jos said and she pushed the virgin redhead onto her back and kissed her

“I really want to watch him put his big cock in you” she said “It’s amazing”

They held hands just like when Madalina got her portion, but the Princess slipped her spare hand discreetly between her own juicy lips when Christina spread her legs wide so her ginger pussy was ready for him.

The redhead squealed as he unceremoniously banged into her much rougher than his bride, but she was braced for the next stroke with her long legs planting her feet on the floor.

“Ahhhhh” she exclaimed when he banged her again and the Princess was discretely frigging herself.

After the sixth stroke she came uttering a delicious sound, but he pressed on, pumping her pussy, faster and faster and then he couldn’t hold off any longer as he was very close to that ecstatic moment of conclusion.

He had a great rhythm going and as the strokes shortened her exclamations coarsened and she was squealing until they reached that perfect point of climax when they both came together and she screamed as he emptied his ballbag into her.

When Jos pulled out of Christina’s tight quivering quim, she let out a long soft sigh of satisfaction.

He stood up with his stalk dripping with Christina juices and Madalina grabbed it and engulfed it with her mouth.

After a few minutes she released it and said

“Come on Chrissy come and have a suck”

She was less keen on sucking cock, but she couldn’t say no to her Princess but once she had it in her mouth she warmed to the task and while she was sucking, Madalina licked the juice off the rest of his shaft.

When they had finished cleaning him, he stroked their cheeks and said

“It’s chill time, drink plenty of water, relax for a while or play with each other”

 

His further participation was ruled out for about an hour as he knew he wouldn’t be able to make any meaningful contribution to the proceedings until he recharged his batteries, so he took on some water as he watched some football in the adjoining room.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (607) The Royal Feasting

 

An important part of the marriage rites in Princess Madalina’s royal family that the act of consummation on the wedding night be witnessed by a member of the royal household, in this instance it was Madalina’s personal bodyguard, Christina Abram, and she looked on as Prince Jos held his brides quivering young body in his arms, after she had just experienced her first real orgasm, as she was panting rhythmically, and was silently enjoying the aftereffects of his attentions.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked and kissed her shoulder

“Oh yes”

“I think Christina enjoyed it almost as much as you did” he said, “Really, how do you know?”

“Because she came when you did” he replied and both girls gasped

“So, she’s been joining in?” Madalina asked

“Yes, she has” he replied and then after watching Christina fidgeting uncomfortably on the chair, he whispered

“Would you like her to join in some more?”

Madalina turned to look at him wide eyed and open mouthed and then remembering her promise to him she nodded.

“Ok sit on the edge of the bed”

She nodded again and unfolded her legs, so she perched on the side of bed, and he sat beside her with his hand on her thigh.

“Stand up Christina” Madalina commanded and she stood up

“Now come here”

“I’m so sorry Princess” she said “I couldn’t hel…”

Madalina silenced her with a wave of her hand and said.

“Now undress”

“Princess?”

“Undress” Madalina commanded.

Christina resigned herself to being humiliated and began by kicking off her shoes, then she shrugged off her jacket before untying her tie and shedding her shoulder holster, which she placed carefully on the floor.

Christina hesitated and Madalina said “Shirt.”

She squirmed as Christina slowly unbuttoned her shirt and when it was off it revealed a rather unflattering sports bra affair, Madalina was rather enjoying the power she was exerting

“Now the trousers”

With her trousers off the Prince and Princess got a good look at the Bodyguards physique, she was taller than Madalina, delicately limbed, lithe and lissom with a sleek slender frame, with a tiny waist and narrow hips, dainty hands and feet, small like those of a child, the latter encased in black ankle socks, then she had the white sports bra and high waist navy blue knickers.

“Now take that abomination off” she said in disgust pointing at the bra, which Christinia quickly dispensed with revealing a very fine pair of tits.

“Better” she said in a tremulous voice “Now your knickers”

Christina pushed them off her hips and bent forward as she slid them down her thighs.

“She’s looking at my kitty” she whispered to Jos.

He looked at Christina and she definitely had her eyes on Madalina’s honey pot.

She self-consciously put her hands down to cover herself

“Don’t cover it up” he said, “open your legs wider, show her a little more.”

Reluctantly Madalina obliged and Christina sighed.

“She likes what she sees” Jos said to her “I think it’s making her very wet.”

“It’s making me wet” Madalina said as she spread her legs wider still.

Christina stood up and was naked but for her socks and she made no effort to cover her tits of her bush, she just stood there awaiting her next order.

The Prince and Princess were both staring at her bush, Madalina’s was neat and manicured, but Christina’s was wild and unruly.

“It’s Magnificent” She exclaimed.

“Her whiskers are damp” he observed “Give me your knickers.”

Christina stooped down and scooped them up and handed them to the Prince and he examined them.

“They’re wet” he said and passed them to the Princess who felt the crotch and said, “They’re very wet, she must have really enjoyed watching us.”

“I think she really enjoyed watching you” Jos corrected her.

“What!” she exclaimed and looked at Christinas face and she blushed.

“Kneel down here” Jos commanded so she was head height with the Royal cooch.

“I’m not a lesbian” Madalina said in alarm and looked at him

“Remember your promise” he said

“But…”

“You should try everything” he said and she nodded

Then she turned to Christina and said

“I didn’t know you were a lesbian”

“I don’t know if I am” she replied “I’m as innocent as you, I just know I’ve always wanted to”

“With me?”

“Yes”

“So, all the times you washed my back in the bath, wrapped towels around me when I stepped out of the shower, watched me try on new clothes, new underwear, you were ogling me?”

“Yes Princess” Christina replied “Sorry Princess”

“That’s really hot” Madalina said and blushed and Christina smiled in a way which she hadn’t often seen her do.

“But before you touch my kitty, I have conditions.”

“Anything Princess”

“Take off those horrible socks, let your hair down and put your shoulder holster on, you always look sexy carrying a gun.”

With her socks discarded and her shoulder holster hanging either side of her breasts she sat back on her haunches, she unpinned her hair and let it tumble down onto her shoulders before shaking her head so her rich soft ginger curls framed her smiling face.

Christina leant forward on her knees and put a hand on each of Madalina’s trembling knees before stroking up the inside of her thighs in the same way she had done a thousand times before in her fantasies, and then she began kissing her way up her soft white inner thigh and as the bodyguard proceeded upward along the Princess’s thigh she could smell Madalina’s pungent heady fragrance the Prince lay his new bride gently on the bed, and he looked down on her with eyes closed, biting her lip as she opened up wide as Christina buried her face in the moist Royal cooch, and he stroked her ginger head while she feasted on his wife’s prized delicacy.

Prince Jos watched on as Christina satisfied her Princess, an revelled in her extraordinary exclamation and after her own animal appetite had been slated she raised her head from her task and began kissing her way up Madalina’s body, the Princess’s primeval fragrance all around her mouth, Madalina lifted herself  off the bed to meet her, wrapped her arms around her neck so they could kiss despite Christinas face still being wet with her pungent juices, both responded urgently to the kiss, their tongues darting energetically in and out of the others mouths.

 

When the kiss came to an end Prince Jos stroked his wife’s back and squeezed Christina’s fleshy cheek and said

“It’s time to change places, you have a ginger pussy to tongue”

“What? But I don’t know what to do”

“Nor did your bodyguard but she still made you cum” he retorted

Christina stood up and Madalina leant forward and caressed her  breasts and sucked on her proud teat while her fingers combed through the thick red bush and fingered her hot wet pussy and then she began to frig her fanny with two fingers and with Christina’s heightened state of arousal she moaned deliciously and she didn’t have to frig her for long until she exclaimed like a barking seal as she came.

Once she’d made Christina cum she jumped up and spun her round onto her back and dropped to her knees and pushed her thighs wide open and her head worked its way up her legs like a pig snuffling for truffles until to both girls satisfaction Madalina  found the juicy prize and feasted on the umami tang as Christina lay stretched out on the bed murmuring in approval with one hand grasping a handful of duvet and the other stroking the back of Madalina’s blonde head until she reached a noisy crescendo.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (602) The Bookish Girl (Part 2)

 

All though they were both at the repository on Monday morning they had no chance to speak privately, and certainly no chance of a kiss as he was only there for an hour before he set off on a weeklong tour of various Thorn Publishing offices, for a series of meetings and presentations.

 

He spent Friday and Saturday night at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel because Saturday afternoon was Abbottsford Town football Club last game of the season and as he didn’t get the chance to see the Knights   play very often any more he though it providential as in was in town, and after an early breakfast he had a leisurely drive home on Bank Holiday Sunday and pulled up on his drive just after 11.30.

 

After making himself a sandwich and pouring himself a beer he went in the lounge and turned on the TV, it was a warm day, so he opened the French doors but as the midday sun threw glare on the screen, he drew the curtains.

It was about an hour later when he was halfway through watching the Hobbit that he heard Katherine call softly

“Hello!” and then she stepped through the curtains wearing a loose-fitting pair of blue shorts, a scoop necked top of a paler shade of blue than her shorts and more sensible footwear in the form of sandals.

“Is it alright to come in?”

“Oh hello” he said “Of course, come in and sit down”

Katherine closed the curtains and sat on the first chair she came to

“What are you doing over there?” he teased “I thought you would be eager to carry on from where we left off”

She blushed crimson as she got up and walked slowly over to him and was about to sit on the sofa next to him, but he took her hand and guided her to sit on his lap

“Now that’s better.”

“Much” she exclaimed and put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth, a hot liquid kiss, passionate yet more measured than her debut kisses a week earlier.

 

Because she was a tall girl, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, her lips were locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.

As they embraced his hand went inside her top and one handed deftly unhooked her bra allowing the lacy cups to fall away from her breasts.

She stopped the kiss, looked at him and smiled before returning her attention to his lips, which he took as acquiescence, so he cupped her pert breast, and Katherine drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled it.

After a few minutes his hand left her breast and as he unbuttoned her shorts, she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.

Her body stiffened as he gently tugged the zip down, inch by inch  then Chris’s hand progressed inside her shorts and his finger tips felt the lace of her panties and the cool sateen as his finger rubbed her gently through the fabric and she let out a little purr of pleasure before his hand slipped beneath the waistband of her panties to go where no hand but hers had been and she squirmed on his lap and murmured as his fingertips were combing through the coarse pubic hair and when his digits descended into to the abyss of her creaminess her appreciation was audible.

With her movement she had squirmed her shorts off her bottom and she was wriggling to make herself more comfortable.

Chris paused what he was doing and said 

“Slip them off”

“Oh ok” she replied and stood up and let them fall to the floor

“And your knickers” he added

“But… you’ll be able to see everything” she retorted pathetically

“It’s ok” he reassured her “The curtains are closed, and I’ll dim the lights”

“Oh, alright” she affirmed meekly and as soon as he’d dimmed the lights, he heard her push her knickers down her thighs and then when she had climbed back on his lap, she said

“They’re off”

He quickly resumed his fingering, and he enjoyed every delicious sound she made, every moan and murmur as he worked on her.

Katherines’ thighs closed on him at the point of climax, trapping his hand but his fingers were still between her lips, and he stroked her clit again and again and her thighs opened and closed on his hand and then she came again.

Katherine quickly adjusted her position on his lap and straddled him where she put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

“That was marvelous darling.”

“I’m glad you liked it” he said and kissed her before adding.

“Have you had enough or do you want some more.”

“I can have more?” she asked in amazement.

“Only if you want it” he replied.

“I want; I want” she squealed.

 

When she’d had some more, she was still straddling his lap, but she was completely naked in fact all she was wearing were beads of sweat, and she was sleeping comfortably and contentedly.

Although he was also contented after playing with her lovely body, he was not comfortable, because during her wriggling and squirming on his lap he did something he hadn’t done since he was a teenager, he screamed his pants.

 

When she woke up from her doze, she looked at her watch and went rigid.

“I have to go; I can’t be late for lunch.”

But when she went to move, she realized she was naked.

“Why have I got no clothes on?” she exclaimed “I had clothes on”

“You took them off” he pointed out

“I did”

“Yes” he said “you said you were hot, and I can’t argue with that assessment”

“Why didn’t I notice?” she asked

“You were too busy Cumming”

“I did cum quite a lot didn’t I” she giggled

“Indeed”

“Oh no I need to get up and I’m naked” she said and whispered the last word “You mustn’t see me naked”

“Don’t worry he said and reached behind him and grabbed the throw and put it around her shoulders

“Thank you” she said and kissed him and then wrapped the throw around her and crawled off him and after a minute she said

“I can’t find my clothes”

“Ok I’ll turn the lights up a bit”

“Not too much though” she pleaded.

When she had everything, she went into the darkness corner and began to redress.

“Urgh that’s unpleasant” she exclaimed “I’ll need to change them when I get home.”

“Wet pants?”

“Yes, and you got them wet” she said accusingly

“No, it was you that got them wet” he replied innocently

“But you made me wet” she corrected him and they both laughed

 

When she was fully dressed, he pulled back the curtain to let her out and they kissed tenderly

“Can I come back later?” she asked in a childlike voice

“Of course, you can” he said “but be prepared”

“For what?”

“Well, if you do comeback your underwear will likely get wet again and I doubt will not stay on you for long, wet or dry”

“Oh goodness”, she exclaimed “I’m definitely coming”

“Theres every possibility of that too”

“Oh, wow I’m getting tingly”

“You’d better go before your legs go wobbly”

“Yes” she agreed and kissed him

Choice Tales from the Vale – (601) The Bookish Girl (Part 1)

 

The village of Oakvale-On-Roe is in the north of the relatively small English county of Downshire, situated between the old market Town of Nettlebridge, and their more affluent neighbour, Roespring and Chris Thorn, head of Thorn publishing, lives in a Large Victorian house on Nettlefield road on the southern side of the village.  

He inherited the company after his father’s sudden death, and it had taken him five years to drag the business into the 21st century and to employ the right people to run the various divisions because he wanted to run things from arm’s length.

Of all the facilities and offices in the Thorn publishing family he decided on making the Nettlebridge Book repository as his base of operations and he bought “Red House” in Oakvale.

He loved books but he wasn’t interested in publishing per se which is why he carefully selected a team of key men and women to embrace the old and the new.

He was 25 when he took the reins and after five years of hard work, he was ready for him to focus on his personal life, and he had someone in his sights.

22-year-old Katherine Lewis had worked at the repository since she was 17 and was the youngest of the 25 employees by about 30 years.

She was taken on as a general dogsbody and as a result she had become a jack of all trades, and therefore indiscernible.

She was a shy, socially awkward bookish girl, who appeared to lack self-confidence, but was a bright intelligent girl, with no personal attachments as she was much more in tune with the romantic characters in the literature she read and she was an only child who still lived with her parents.

Outside of work she rarely went out, she certainly wasn’t a party girl and her sexual awakening didn’t hit her until her late teens and although there were times when she couldn’t stop abusing herself to deal with her urges there was no one in her social circle, such as it was, that measured up against the romantic heroes in her books, and even if there was someone she was clueless  .

She was not beautiful, though she was not unattractive to look at, but she wasn’t bubbly or outgoing and always wore a knee length skirt, white blouse and tailored jacket, she had her short brunette tied in a bun, Katherine was tall, slender with nice long legs, but was far from being well endowed in the bustline, and had a habit of peering over her half-moon specs.

However, when she first saw Chris Thorn, she was smitten, he was only at the repository on Monday and Tuesday and she really looked forward to seeing him, but she didn’t show any sign of it.

Chris also noticed her and was impressed by her quiet efficiency and thought there was something about her, but it was the former that made him give her a bit of a promotion, on the days he was there she was to act in part as his PA and as she also lived in Oakvale on the days he worked from home she would act as a courier for him between the repository and his house. 

Katherine had been ferrying books and documents to him for a few months, and he really liked her but he had no idea what he should do about it, he didn’t want to be unprofessional, he certainly didn’t want to abuse his position of authority and he definitely didn’t want to scare her into leaving, so he took the only course open to him, do nothing.

 

As it turned out fate took a hand on a sunny August Friday afternoon, when Katherine took the decision to wear heels in order to make the most of her legs, she normally wore flats because she was tall.

She changed her shoes in the car and then tottered up the path that led up the side of the house, but as she was unaccustomed to heels, she tripped and fell heavily as she stepped onto the patio where Chris was sitting.

“Owwww” she exclaimed

“Oh my god, are you alright” he said as he scrambled to help her up

“Stupid shoes” she cursed

“Are you ok?” he asked with concern as he got her to her feet

“Ow, it’s my knee” she winced “But I think it’s just a graze”

“Well come and sit down and I’ll have a look” he said gently

He sat her on a patio chair and then sat on the chair opposite and gave the leg a cursory glance, her tights were shredded but the wound looked like it was just a graze as she thought, but it would need a clean.

“I need to clean it and make sure there are no foreign bodies in their” he explained

“Firstly, I need to get to it, so you have a choice, I can either cut one leg off your tights, but it might look odd going home with one bare leg, or you can take your tights off”

“Tights off” she responded

“Ok, let’s get you inside, but first let’s take your shoes off” and lifted the undamaged leg up and removed her shoe 

“These are not your usual footwear”

 “I know” she said sheepishly “It’s a long story”

“Well, it might be better if you don’t put them back on today” he advised

“Ok, I’ve got flats in the car” Katherine said as he helped her stand and offered his arm to help her into the lounge.

“Ok give me your car keys and I’ll get your other shoes while you take your tights off”

“Ok thank you” she said meekly “I’m so embarrassed”

“Don’t be” he said and squeezed her hand

 

He retrieved the shoes from her car, got cotton wool, a towel, some warm water and a tube of antiseptic cream then knocked lightly on the lounge door

“Are you decent?”

“Yes” she responded and he walked in to find her sitting on the sofa, so he set the things down on the seat beside her.

“You really don’t need to do this I can easily go home and do it”

“Nonsense” he retorted and pulled up the pouffe and sat in front of her

“I won’t hear of it”

Adam lifted her right leg so it was resting on his lap and with his left hand supporting her knee he began cleaning the graze with a cotton wool ball and warm water and found himself absentmindedly caressing the back of her knee lightly with his fingers as he cleaned the wound, then as he dabbed her leg dry he wondered if he’d got her wet elsewhere.

“That looks ok, I can’t see anything that shouldn’t be there, so I’ll just put some antiseptic cream on”

“Oh ok” she replied quietly

“Now this might sting a little” he said, and she winced briefly as he rubbed the cream gently in while still caressing the back of her knee.

“How’s that” he asked

“Lovely” she replied wistfully

“Good” he said and smiled “Now would you like a drink”

“No, I’d better go; my mum will wonder where I’ve got to” she replied regretfully

“Another time then” he suggested

“Yes, I would like that” she replied gleefully as she stood up and then her leg almost gave way and he had to steady her.

“Are you ok?” he asked with concern

“My leg just went to sleep” she replied unconvincingly “I’m ok now, just a bit tingly”

 

Two days later Chris attended St Nicholas Church, and he caught sight of Katherine with her family, and he intended asking her about her leg but lost sight of her at the end of the service so it would have to wait until Monday at the repository.  

He decided to have Sunday lunch at the Ramblers before heading home for a relaxing afternoon.

 

Back at the house he had just finished making himself a coffee and was about to take it and his book out to the patio when Katherine appeared at the back door wearing a floral summer dress.

“Hello” he said with genuine warmth “Would you like a drink?”

“Tea please” she replied

He made her drink and then asked

“Do you want to sit inside or out?”

“Well, its spitting of rain” she replied

“Inside it is then” he said “you know the way”

Kathrine put her mug down on the coffee table, but before she sat down, he said

“How is the war wound?”

“It a bit sore, but the bruise is coming out” she replied

“Do you mind if I have a look?”

“Oh ok” she responded and he crouched down to take a look and she lifted the hem of her dress to oblige.

“It’s a very attractive colour scheme” he said and then put his hand behind her knee, and her leg went wobbly and she plopped down on the sofa.

“Are you ok?” he asked with concern and sat beside her 

“It just went tingly” 

“Oh, it went tingly again” he mused

“And what keeps making it tingly?”

“It’s not a what” she replied enigmatically “It's a who”

“What do you mean?”

“Your hand on my knee made me tingly” she said shyly

“Really?” he said, “Are you sure?”

“Yes”

“So, this makes you tingly?” he said as he slipped his hand under her knee and lightly caressed it

“Oh yes” she replied and stiffened

“So, is it just the back of your knee I wonder?” he said and stroked her whole knee

“Erm still tingly” she remarked and her hands gripped the upholstery  

So, his hand caressed slowly beneath her hem, with his fingers began to brush her inner thigh but before he could proceed further her thighs clamped together

“No, I can’t” she snapped

“I’m sorry I’ve gone too far” Chris said

“No, no you haven’t, I really want to, but I just can’t” she said coyly “It’s my time of the month”

“Well, that doesn’t mean we can’t have a kiss and a cuddle” he said

“You want to kiss me?”

“Of course, I do” he said, “But only if you wa….”

He never finished the sentence as she was kissing him rather enthusiastically, and they spent the following couple of hours on the sofa kissing between short conversations because Katherine was mainly interested in the kissing, being new to the sport.