(Part 01)
It was a perfect early spring morning in the leafy village of Pangmere and the breeze stirred the tree tops and the birds sang to the sun.
And the birds weren’t the only early risers, Sally Carey was lying in bed, warm and cosy beneath the duvet, as the birds twittered in the trees and the early morning light tried to penetrate her bed room.
As she lay there half-awake, half-dreaming, Sally could hear him through the bedroom wall as he stood in the shower and as she listened to the splattering and splashing, she envied every droplet of water as it ran unchecked over his naked skin.
However the root of her envy was because she had been in love with him since she was eleven years old and now that she was almost twenty she wanted him with every fibre of her being.
The subject of her fervent want was Danny Netherton, the elder brother of Sally’s best friend Erin, who at the age of 18 had, to all intents and purposes, by necessity become the father of his 11 year old sister.
Their parents were killed in a tragic car crash on the Pepperstock Expressway during a snow storm and all his hopes and dreams for the future died in the snow along with them.
His plans to study engineering at University and what that might have led to had to be set aside in order for him to raise his little sister, so that she at least would be able to fulfil her potential.
The early years of his enforced parenthood he was almost consumed by his new responsibilities, running the home, nurturing Erin and holding down a job.
But the saving grace for all his sacrifice and being weighed down by responsibility’s at such a young age was that he was a stronger person for the experience and Erin was to become everything their parents would have wished her to be, and he was proud of that result.
Giving up his own academic ambitions had allowed Erin to follow her dreams and she was now at Cambridge University with Sally.
As she lay in the cosy warmth of her bed listening to the water washing over him, images of his wet naked body filled her head and she felt aroused.
Her flesh tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her nipples erected and she felt that tell-tale feeling as the warmth built deep within her.
The water stopped and the heavy foot fall told her he had stepped out of the shower and then she pictured his wet naked form as he did so, and just a thin stud wall separated her eager want from the object of her lust and desire.
She could see in her mind’s eye each droplet of water dripping from his torso or running freely down his skin and her hand travelled purposely across her belly as her arousal grew.
And as her breathing deepened and her pulse quickened her small delicate fingers slipped beneath the waistband and proceeded further until her whole hand was inside her shorts.
(Part 02)
Her whole hand was inside her shorts as Sally pictured him wet and naked just the other side of the stud wall, she could see the towel now, wrapped around him as she wanted to be wrapped around him and her fingers went quickly between her moist lips and she found she was almost as wet as he was.
Sally was lost in those dreamy creamy thoughts of lust when the door suddenly opened and she heard herself gasp as Danny walked into the room, but her fingers lingered between her juicy lips as she clenched her buttocks tightly and grasped her thighs firmly around her hand, but as she watched him across the room, wearing just a towel her slender digits moved involuntarily and she continued to stroke herself.
Sally knew with him in the room she should stop fingering herself but she couldn’t help herself, she couldn’t stop.
Sally was sleeping in the spare room which also housed the laundry basket and Danny began picking up the laundry that had been discarded in and around the wash bin.
There was always plenty of it when Erin was back from University and even more whenever Sally slept over.
Sally and Erin had been best friend since forever and over the years she had been a regular house guest.
They’d been back from University for a week and the washing had already built up and this was the first opportunity he’d had to get to grips with it.
So as it was Saturday and the girls had gone to a party the night before and had stayed over at another friend’s place he thought he should make a start on the washing.
As he went through the assorted jeans, T-shirts and lingerie, he began to think how quickly time passed by and how quickly his sister and her best friend had grown up.
He smiled to himself as he remembered Erin’s first bra, which was a purely cosmetic device of course when she was twelve.
Then as she grew she went through various stages of padded enhancements and eventually to the full cupped and underwired contraptions she wore today.
It was the same with her pants, in the early days they were childishly embellished with flowers or colourful characters, then they progressed through to practical pants and onto more sophisticated items before progressing on to the skimpy things of lace and bows because is little sister was a grown woman now.
Sally watched as he stood across the room in the half light, his upper body still damp, a towel wrapped around the lower.
He was standing sorting laundry into baskets of light and dark and as he held a pair of pink knickers she recognised them as her own and she wished she was wearing them at that moment and her arousal deepened.
Danny held the pink panties briefly in his hand before dropping them into the appropriate pile.
Then a red pair, then pale blue silk and followed by black lace.
Sally watched as he handled her knickers one pair after another and she bit her lip, she had never been so turned on.
Her finger was still engaged between her juicy lips, she knew she should stop but she just couldn’t, she was just too hot.
As Danny was methodically sorting through the mountain of dirty washing he had no idea she was laying there in the gloom or what she was doing there beneath the duvet, she and Erin were supposed to be sleeping over at Karen’s house in Shallowfield, some 20 miles away.
Had he known she was there he would not have entered the room especially wearing nothing but a towel, he would have been too self-conscious.
(Part 03)
Danny had known Sally since she was an awkward clumsy eleven year old girl who seemed to spend her entire time either falling over or picking herself up and showing off her floral knickers in the process.
But she was a young woman now and Sally was a far cry from the klutzy eleven year old in the flowered briefs, she had grown up to become a swan.
He could never tell her that though, nor could he tell his sister Erin how he felt about her.
God how Sally wanted to finish herself off right there and then, but she couldn’t with him standing there.
But she didn’t want him to leave either, touching herself with him so close to her was so exciting, she had never felt as hot as she did at that moment.
Danny fished out the last item from the bottom of the bin, a pair of yellow knickers with white bows.
“They’re mine” she said in her head “Oh God”
Danny smiled and dropped them in the appropriate pile and turned to leave the room when Sally let out an involuntary moan and he turned around.
“Is that you Sal?” he asked
Sally bit hard on her lip after her exclamation but was still unable to halt her fingering
“Yes” she replied through clenched teeth
He walked to the window and opened one curtain, spilling gentle spring light into the room.
The sunlight fell across the rumpled screwed up duvet and a shapeless bulge beneath it.
“I thought you and Erin were staying over at Karen’s” Danny said
“Erin did” she gasped “but I didn’t fancy it”
Each word was spoken through gritted teeth and were slow and laboured and she was squirming beneath the duvet as her fingers still worked at her creamy wetness.
He took a hand full of duvet and threw it aside revealing Sally’s lustful pose.
Her nipples were standing proud through her pyjama top and her right hand was still inside her shorts.
Instead of feeling embarrassment, Sally’s exposure before the object of her lust merely turned her on even more and her fingers still lingering between her wet lips wouldn’t stop.
It was there that his eyes were drawn, that place were the fabric of her shorts moved to the rhythm of her busy fingers frigging herself before him.
As he stood there looking at the wonderful lustful sight he felt a passion welling up in him, a passion he had suppressed over the last two years which he dare not have hoped to have acted upon until that moment.
He watched her and she reached out her left hand and tugged at the towel wrapped around him until it fell away exposing his own arousal and she frigged her pussy with greater vigour.
Danny sat on the bed and reached up to her buttocks pulled her pyjama shorts off her buttocks and down her thighs and even as he pulled them off over her ankles and tossed them into the wash basket her busy finger never ceased their purposefulness and then he sat there stroking her thigh and watched her come.
Sally laughed a dirty lustful chuckle as Danny joined her in bed and the mutual want that had simmered for so long between them finally came to the boil in a hot passionate toe curling conclusion to their lust and a warm hearted beginning to their love.
Monday, 20 March 2017
Sunday, 19 March 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (005) The Birthday Treat
(Part 01)
I emerged from the bathroom just in time to see Marilyn, wearing a little black dress and walking sexily through a freshly atomized cloud of perfume.
And with the final touches applied to her makeup she sat on the bed and looked at me with complete and utter, and more to the point, shamelessly undisguised lust.
In fact I thought she looked so wanton that I wondered if we would make it to the restaurant at all.
As we walked through reception, I am not ashamed to admit I felt exceeding proud to have such a beautiful girl on my arm.
I counted my blessing every day and thanked God for placing her in my life.
So just before we entered the restaurant I turned to her and said
“I love you Miss Kane”
Marilyn smiled and kissed me.
“I love you too” she responded “old man”
“Old man?” I exclaimed as I watched her walk ahead of me.
“Come on, keep up granddad” she called.
She was referring to the fact that I had turned 30 that day, which was why we were staying in the bridal suite in a luxury hotel, and she was only 23.
We were seated in the conservatory section of the restaurant and it was a little cool so I asked the waiter to close the skylight as Marilyn had goose bumps on her arms and her temperature gauges had activated.
The waiter duly obliged with regard to the skylight and as he walked away Marilyn asked
“Are you staring at my nipples?”
“Of course” I replied
“Well that’s alright then” she said so I continued staring
“You didn’t bother with a bra then” I said stating the obvious, because her pert breasts were perfectly defined
“Are you complaining?” Marilyn asked
“Not at all, less for me to take off later” I replied
“Don’t assume you’re getting lucky just because it’s your birthday” she said aloofly
“So what was that lustful leer you were giving me earlier?” I asked
“Indigestion” she replied
“You’ll soon change your tune once I get my hand inside your knickers” I told her
“No chance of that” she said very definitely and blushed crimson red.
So I put my hand on her knee and moved my hand up under her skirt and beyond her stocking top to her knickerless nonny.
She was looking very pleased with herself so I pulled one of her pubes and made her yelp.
“The last time you went out without any knickers on you were in bed for three days” I reminded her
“That’s a result I would settle for this time,” she confessed
On the occasion that led to her being confined to bed was as a result of walking through the village wearing much the same as she was that night to wish me a happy New Year, the problem was that it was half past midnight and it was minus 5.
(Part 02)
Luckily at that moment the starters arrived and it was so delicious that my thoughts were completely distracted from Marilyn’s freshly laundered and unfettered fanny.
It was only when we were sipping our coffee that the lascivious leer returned to her innocent face and a trouser tickle to my pants.
This tickle grew as I remembered that the founder of the feast seated next to me was “sans pants”.
I put my hand back on her knee and gently pulled her legs apart.
Then my hand crept along her thigh, dwelling momentarily on the lacy fringe before proceeding along the soft silkiness of her inner thigh and ultimately the luscious moist jewel of her young pussy.
Her lips were already open and very accommodating to my approaching fingers, which slipped along her slippery crease and entered her easily which prompted her to instantly close her legs.
“Upstairs now” she ordered “sign the bill and get upstairs you dirty old man”
“Yes miss” I said feigning a tug of my forelock
My cock was ready to burst out of my trousers and I was going to leave the restaurant with a very awkward gait, which would give the appearance to the untrained eye of an old man walking.
The throbbing in my trousers was now accompanied by an ache dwelling deep in my balls.
We left the restaurant slightly less together than when we entered, I was still walking awkwardly and Marilyn was walking extremely quickly but only from the knees down.
Her thighs were together and her buttocks appeared clenched.
We said goodnight to the reception staff and once out of sight Georgie charged up the stairs taking them two steps at a time.
I went off after her in similar vein and caught up with her on the first floor landing.
I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her,
Then I hitched up her dress and my hand went straight to her fluffy brown bush.
“I like your new habit of not wearing any drawers,” I said
“It saves me having to yank them down around your ankles”
“I knew you’d like it you dirty old man” she said wickedly
I pushed two fingers into her tight wet cunny and rubbed her clitoris with my thumb and she let out a long breathy sigh.
She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and raised one leg off the ground.
There was the sound of voices below and in an instant she had extricated herself and was away up the stairs.
“You’ll have to catch me if you want more” she called over her shoulder.
The swelling in my trousers was not making movement any easier and Marilyn had a head start on me.
But on the next flight of stairs she paused to remove her shoes and I managed to grab one of her stocking clad ankles.
(Part 03)
Marilyn was giggling as she tried to wriggle free but I wasn’t letting go and as she tried to scramble up the stairs on all fours I improved my hold on her by grabbing her about the waist with my left arm.
Meanwhile my right hand returned up her dress and fingered her pussy once more and she squealed with delight as I frigged her.
After a minute of this I yanked her dress up and exposed her round white buttocks, this gave me a great view of the object of my attentions and I felt the sudden need to drink of her hot juice.
But as soon as my lips touched hers and before my tongue could taste her hot cunny juice she managed to wriggle away and I could only watch on as she scampered up the stairs.
When she reached the top stair she sat there triumphantly with the dress still rucked up around her middle.
“Come on then, birthday boy” she said taunting me by opening and closing her legs and as Marilyn spread her legs wide I could see her juicy moist lips and then she slipped her finger down her crack.
Marilyn stood up holding her shoes in one hand and still fingering herself with the other, before she headed towards the bridal suite.
She was stood leaning against the door waiting for me and as I got close she took the room key card from her stocking top and opened the door.
Giggling and squealing as she did so, inside the room she dropped her shoes and jumped onto the four-poster bed.
I rushed into the room and closed the door behind me and found Marilyn was kneeling on the bed with her back to me.
I kicked off my shoes and undid my trousers and by the time I reached the end of the bed I was naked except for my socks, which under normal circumstances I would have removed as well but my balls were fit to bust.
Marilyn was kneeling at the end of the bed with her arse on full display as she gripped on to the bedpost with both hands.
She giggled as I unzipped her dress and slipped it off her shoulders so my hands could play with her beautiful pert breasts.
“Aren’t you going to make the old man some hot chocolate?” I asked as I stood there my legs trembling
“Just fuck me,” she ordered “this is your birthday treat”
“Happy birthday to me” I said as my cock slipped effortlessly into her tight cunny.
Marilyn exhaled a low animal grunt as I went into her up to my balls.
My hands abandoned her tits and grasped onto her hips while she held, white knuckled, onto the bed post as she pushed down onto me as she grunted ever louder with each successive penetration.
With the length of stroke shortening her moans became more urgent, more guttural, and more animal.
Until Marilyn’s whole body went into spasm as she came with a sensual scream and my cock pulsed and twitched inside her.
Then we collapsed onto the bed where we lay in a panting heap
Until Marilyn wriggled herself out of her dress and went down on me,
“And many happy returns” I said
I emerged from the bathroom just in time to see Marilyn, wearing a little black dress and walking sexily through a freshly atomized cloud of perfume.
And with the final touches applied to her makeup she sat on the bed and looked at me with complete and utter, and more to the point, shamelessly undisguised lust.
In fact I thought she looked so wanton that I wondered if we would make it to the restaurant at all.
As we walked through reception, I am not ashamed to admit I felt exceeding proud to have such a beautiful girl on my arm.
I counted my blessing every day and thanked God for placing her in my life.
So just before we entered the restaurant I turned to her and said
“I love you Miss Kane”
Marilyn smiled and kissed me.
“I love you too” she responded “old man”
“Old man?” I exclaimed as I watched her walk ahead of me.
“Come on, keep up granddad” she called.
She was referring to the fact that I had turned 30 that day, which was why we were staying in the bridal suite in a luxury hotel, and she was only 23.
We were seated in the conservatory section of the restaurant and it was a little cool so I asked the waiter to close the skylight as Marilyn had goose bumps on her arms and her temperature gauges had activated.
The waiter duly obliged with regard to the skylight and as he walked away Marilyn asked
“Are you staring at my nipples?”
“Of course” I replied
“Well that’s alright then” she said so I continued staring
“You didn’t bother with a bra then” I said stating the obvious, because her pert breasts were perfectly defined
“Are you complaining?” Marilyn asked
“Not at all, less for me to take off later” I replied
“Don’t assume you’re getting lucky just because it’s your birthday” she said aloofly
“So what was that lustful leer you were giving me earlier?” I asked
“Indigestion” she replied
“You’ll soon change your tune once I get my hand inside your knickers” I told her
“No chance of that” she said very definitely and blushed crimson red.
So I put my hand on her knee and moved my hand up under her skirt and beyond her stocking top to her knickerless nonny.
She was looking very pleased with herself so I pulled one of her pubes and made her yelp.
“The last time you went out without any knickers on you were in bed for three days” I reminded her
“That’s a result I would settle for this time,” she confessed
On the occasion that led to her being confined to bed was as a result of walking through the village wearing much the same as she was that night to wish me a happy New Year, the problem was that it was half past midnight and it was minus 5.
(Part 02)
Luckily at that moment the starters arrived and it was so delicious that my thoughts were completely distracted from Marilyn’s freshly laundered and unfettered fanny.
It was only when we were sipping our coffee that the lascivious leer returned to her innocent face and a trouser tickle to my pants.
This tickle grew as I remembered that the founder of the feast seated next to me was “sans pants”.
I put my hand back on her knee and gently pulled her legs apart.
Then my hand crept along her thigh, dwelling momentarily on the lacy fringe before proceeding along the soft silkiness of her inner thigh and ultimately the luscious moist jewel of her young pussy.
Her lips were already open and very accommodating to my approaching fingers, which slipped along her slippery crease and entered her easily which prompted her to instantly close her legs.
“Upstairs now” she ordered “sign the bill and get upstairs you dirty old man”
“Yes miss” I said feigning a tug of my forelock
My cock was ready to burst out of my trousers and I was going to leave the restaurant with a very awkward gait, which would give the appearance to the untrained eye of an old man walking.
The throbbing in my trousers was now accompanied by an ache dwelling deep in my balls.
We left the restaurant slightly less together than when we entered, I was still walking awkwardly and Marilyn was walking extremely quickly but only from the knees down.
Her thighs were together and her buttocks appeared clenched.
We said goodnight to the reception staff and once out of sight Georgie charged up the stairs taking them two steps at a time.
I went off after her in similar vein and caught up with her on the first floor landing.
I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her,
Then I hitched up her dress and my hand went straight to her fluffy brown bush.
“I like your new habit of not wearing any drawers,” I said
“It saves me having to yank them down around your ankles”
“I knew you’d like it you dirty old man” she said wickedly
I pushed two fingers into her tight wet cunny and rubbed her clitoris with my thumb and she let out a long breathy sigh.
She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and raised one leg off the ground.
There was the sound of voices below and in an instant she had extricated herself and was away up the stairs.
“You’ll have to catch me if you want more” she called over her shoulder.
The swelling in my trousers was not making movement any easier and Marilyn had a head start on me.
But on the next flight of stairs she paused to remove her shoes and I managed to grab one of her stocking clad ankles.
(Part 03)
Marilyn was giggling as she tried to wriggle free but I wasn’t letting go and as she tried to scramble up the stairs on all fours I improved my hold on her by grabbing her about the waist with my left arm.
Meanwhile my right hand returned up her dress and fingered her pussy once more and she squealed with delight as I frigged her.
After a minute of this I yanked her dress up and exposed her round white buttocks, this gave me a great view of the object of my attentions and I felt the sudden need to drink of her hot juice.
But as soon as my lips touched hers and before my tongue could taste her hot cunny juice she managed to wriggle away and I could only watch on as she scampered up the stairs.
When she reached the top stair she sat there triumphantly with the dress still rucked up around her middle.
“Come on then, birthday boy” she said taunting me by opening and closing her legs and as Marilyn spread her legs wide I could see her juicy moist lips and then she slipped her finger down her crack.
Marilyn stood up holding her shoes in one hand and still fingering herself with the other, before she headed towards the bridal suite.
She was stood leaning against the door waiting for me and as I got close she took the room key card from her stocking top and opened the door.
Giggling and squealing as she did so, inside the room she dropped her shoes and jumped onto the four-poster bed.
I rushed into the room and closed the door behind me and found Marilyn was kneeling on the bed with her back to me.
I kicked off my shoes and undid my trousers and by the time I reached the end of the bed I was naked except for my socks, which under normal circumstances I would have removed as well but my balls were fit to bust.
Marilyn was kneeling at the end of the bed with her arse on full display as she gripped on to the bedpost with both hands.
She giggled as I unzipped her dress and slipped it off her shoulders so my hands could play with her beautiful pert breasts.
“Aren’t you going to make the old man some hot chocolate?” I asked as I stood there my legs trembling
“Just fuck me,” she ordered “this is your birthday treat”
“Happy birthday to me” I said as my cock slipped effortlessly into her tight cunny.
Marilyn exhaled a low animal grunt as I went into her up to my balls.
My hands abandoned her tits and grasped onto her hips while she held, white knuckled, onto the bed post as she pushed down onto me as she grunted ever louder with each successive penetration.
With the length of stroke shortening her moans became more urgent, more guttural, and more animal.
Until Marilyn’s whole body went into spasm as she came with a sensual scream and my cock pulsed and twitched inside her.
Then we collapsed onto the bed where we lay in a panting heap
Until Marilyn wriggled herself out of her dress and went down on me,
“And many happy returns” I said
Saturday, 18 March 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (004) The Girl in the Red Stockings
(Part 01)
We were just a group of mates staying at Sharpinghead for the Spring Bank Holiday Weekend.
Well when I say it was just a group of mates, we were more than that and I should also clarify that by saying it was a group of mates and Waldo.
We were staying at the Whitecliff Hill Caravan Park close to Sharpington.
There were 8 of us altogether in three caravans, my sister Lorraine shared with Louise and Charlotte, I shared with Dave and Andy while Samantha shared the third caravan with her boyfriend Waldo Pienaar.
We were all in our early 20s apart from Waldo who was pushing 30 and again with the exception of Waldo we had been friends forever.
Caravan holidays weren’t really my cup of tea at all, as I don’t like caravans or tents for that matter but that’s probably because I’m 6ft 4, so of course caravans don’t really cater for people of my height.
The only reason I went at all was because Samantha Perry was going to be there, and the fact she was going was very important to me because I loved her, I always had, and I always would, which was sad really because she didn’t love me, because if she did she wouldn’t have kept going out with a succession of complete pillock’s like Waldo.
But I figured if I couldn’t have her to myself I could at least be around her and enjoy her company and it wasn’t the first time I’d tagged along on such outings, so I wouldn’t want to give the impression that I was miserable on such occasions, I still had fun I just didn’t have Sam to myself.
We arrived at the caravan park late on Friday night in the pouring rain and we were all exhausted, we only had the energy for a quick drink and turned in early.
Saturday started grey and damp and the evidence of the previous days deluge was everywhere to be seen, but the sun burst through mid-morning and we got to spend the rest of the day on the beach.
Which was where I got to see the sight that drew me to the beaches of Sharpington in the first place, the most beautiful girl I have ever known wearing her yellow bikini.
It was a lovely afternoon and we had great fun playing volleyball on the sand, only my sister Lorraine noticed that I spent more time watching Sam than I did the ball.
The evening though was a massive let down for me as Samantha and Waldo didn’t join the group, Waldo wanted them to go out on their own.
The rest of us went to the pub and the evening really dragged.
I was up early on Sunday Morning of the Whitsun Bank Holiday weekend, although no one seems to call it Whitsun anymore, the fad seems to be to call it the Spring Bank Holiday instead, I don’t know why.
The rain had returned in earnest during the night and the park was very quiet, I walked around for a while squelching between the puddles and then approached caravan 17a.
The pretext was to speak with Waldo but in truth I wasn’t looking for him at all the only reason I was going over there was to see Sam.
I knew she was an early riser so I was sure she would be up and the kettle would be hot.
(Part 02)
I knocked on the door and got no answer which was strange, so I knocked once more and still there was no answer.
I looked around and noticed Waldo’s car was gone, I knocked again and I was beginning to think there was no one in and then I heard the faintest response of
“Come in”
I opened the door and stepped in to caravan 17a and found Samantha propped up in the corner on the bench seat, there was an empty glass on the table and two empty wine bottles on the floor.
“Good morning sunshine” I said
“Is it?” she replied without opening her eyes.
She was sitting with both feet on the seat with her knees drawn up in front of her and she leant forward and rested her elbows on her knees while her hands pushed her beautiful thick chestnut brown hair off her forehead away from her bleary eyes.
I sat down on the opposite end of the bench so I was looking straight at her and I was very grateful.
The reason for that was that Samantha was naked apart from a pair of red lace topped stockings, matching suspender belt and a wry smile on her lovely face.
Her lightly tanned skin was sufficiently darkened, due to the previous day’s beach activities, to highlight in stark contrast the distinct out line of her bikini top and the pallid white flesh of her pert breasts surmounted by perfect deep pink nipples arousing nicely in the cool morning air.
But my eyes were soon drawn to the glorious thicket that was the coarse triangle of brunette hair that extended to their fullest extent either side of her lips.
“Where’s Waldo?” I asked
“He’s gone” she said sadly
“What this early?” I asked
“No, last night” she replied coldly “he dumped me”
“What? He shagged you and then dumped you?”
“No, he dumped me and didn’t shag me” she said in disbelief “I got all kitted out for him as well”
“I can see that babe” I said
“What?” she asked and screwed up her face in a puzzled expression as she tried to decipher my words.
Samantha then opened her eyes to their fullest extent and looked at me for clarification and I nodded in her direction in answer to her enquiry and her state of undress suddenly dawned on her
“Oh God” she exclaimed and shut her thighs like a bear trap and scrambled for her blanket
“You pig” she shouted “Why didn’t you tell me I was naked”
“Are you kidding me?” I said “and pass up the chance to see a gorgeous girls treasures”
I realized the moments the words left my lips I had shown my hand,
“Perhaps she’s too hung over to have noticed” I said to myself
Her treasures were now well and truly buried beneath the hastily positioned blanket and the only visible parts of her were her bright red face above, and her red stocking covered toes, peeping out from below.
“Since when did you think I was gorgeous anyway?” she asked from the safety of her hiding place.
“What do you mean?” I said cursing myself for letting my guard down, apparently she wasn’t as hung over as she appeared
“You said you wouldn’t pass up the chance to see a gorgeous girls treasures” she said “so when did you start thinking I was gorgeous?”
And that was a question I was never in my wildest dreams expected to be asked.
(Part 03)
Faced with a direct question I couldn’t back track, so I took a deep breath.
“Well let me see that would be since about the time you were seven” he replied
“Since I was 7?” she exclaimed in disbelief
“What did I do when I was seven that had such a profound effect on you?”
“You showed me your knickers in Belldon Wood”
“I did not” she protested
“Yes you did” I said adamantly, “they were white with little blue periwinkle flowers on them”
Samantha gasped and said
“I remember those knickers”
“So do I, vividly”
“Oh God I did show you my knickers didn’t I?” she said, she would have gone red at the remembrance had she not still been crimson from showing me everything else.
“Yes” I confirmed
“So it was actually my knickers you thought were gorgeous” she said
I hesitated before answering, I could have agreed with her and simply laughed the whole thing off, because if I told the truth then the genie would be out of the bottle and I wouldn’t be able to unsay it.
“That’s not true” I replied deciding to bite the bullet
“I think you’re gorgeous now and you’re not wearing any”
“Don’t remind me” She said blushing crimson again and hiding her face behind her blanket.
“So you’ve fancied me ever since I was seven?”
“Pretty much” I confessed
“You really fancied me all that time?”
“It’s worse than that I’m afraid!” I admitted
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked emerging from cover.
“I never knew how” I replied
“I was just a passing fancy then” she said dismissively
“Not at all” I corrected her “I’ve always wanted you, but because you’re so special to me, and you’re such a good mate I didn’t want to risk losing that if you didn’t feel the same about me”
“So did you ever get close?” she asked softly
“Once or twice”
“And?” she queried
“You were in between completely unsuitable boyfriends who didn’t deserve you at the time” I said
“But I dithered around for too long so I wasn’t even able to catch you on the rebound”
Once the cat was out of the bag I thought I might at least get closure, for good or bad, but as it turned out I didn’t get to hear her response.
Samantha’s mouth opened but before she could speak there was a loud bang on the door.
“Who is it?” Sam yelled crossly
“It’s Loz you grumpy bint”
How ironic that my sister of all people would turn out to be the killjoy, she had been encouraging me for years to tell Sam how I felt.
“The door is open” Sam said
Lorraine opened the door and walked in and I was the first one she saw.
“Hey Mark, I’ve been looking for you” she said and then her eyes fell on Samantha
“Oh dear me, you look really rough” Lorraine said and laughed
“Shut up and have some respect for the dead” Samantha responded
“Well I suggest the corpse gets its zombie arse into the shower and then get your glad rags on” Loz instructed
“Why what’s going on?” Sam asked
“We’re all going into Sharpington for lunch” Lorraine replied and then turned to me
“And you, we leave in an hour, come on”
She started out the door and was expecting me to follow.
But I stood in the doorway and turned to look at Sam
“I liked it when you called them my treasures” she said
“You’re the real treasure” I responded and she smiled and just before I closed the door I said
“Wear your lemon dress, you always look stunning in that dress”
(Part 04)
When I had closed the door and walked down the steps I found Lorraine was waiting for me around the corner.
“Did you know Waldo did a runner last night?” she asked
“Yes” I replied
“So?”
“So what?” I asked
“So now’s the time to get to her before she gets tangled up with some other loser”
“What do you think I was doing when we were interrupted?”
Lorraine stopped and grabbed my arm
“You told her?”
“Yes” I replied and started walking again
“So how did it go?” she shouted
“How do you think it went” I snapped “I’m out here with you”
Sam and I travelled to Sharpington in separate cars and as I was in the car Andy was driving we arrived in town ten minutes behind Louise and the girls despite the fact we were right on their bumper when we left Whitecliff Hill Park and the reason for that was because he drives like an 80 year old woman.
We were further delayed due to the fact that he is totally incapable of parallel parking, so by the time we reached the restaurant the girls were already seated at the table and I ended up with Lou and Lottie between me and Sam.
It was a long and frustrating lunch, finding myself so far from the woman I loved, and the service was diabolical.
On that particular day of all days it didn’t help and although I was delighted to see that she was wearing the lemon dress as I suggested, every time I caught her eye she looked away immediately.
After lunch the weather brightened so we all walked down to the seafront, I walked slowly behind the pack with my hands stuffed in my pockets and cursed my stupidity for making my declaration to her.
My worst fears had been realized, I had shared the secret I had kept to myself for 17 years and as I always knew would be the case if I spoke up, instead of winning her love I had now lost her friendship.
“Why did I do it?” I said to myself and then I felt an arm slip through mine, when I glanced sideways to see who the arm belonged I fully expected it to be Lorraine but I was amazed to see it was Sam.
“I have a confession to make” she said
“Oh yes” I replied
“I think I chose totally unsuitable boyfriends who didn’t deserve me because I couldn’t have you” she said and we came to a stop
“And now?” I asked with bated breath
Samantha had turned to face and said
“I choose you”
And then she kissed me.
We walked the length of Sharpington seafront in the warm May sunshine and talked like we had never talked before.
And by the time we returned to the others it was almost evening.
“Come on you two” Lorraine called “We’re going to the pub as soon as we get back, you in?”
“Count us out we’ve got plans” Sam said
“Oh where are you two going then?” Lottie asked and I turned to look at Sam because I didn’t know what plans we had either and Samantha squeezed my hand and smiled at me.
“A treasure hunt” she replied and we both giggled
Everyone looked completely bemused by her answer and my response to it but suffice is to say we were in Samantha’s caravan until midafternoon on Bank Holiday Monday treasure hunting.
We were just a group of mates staying at Sharpinghead for the Spring Bank Holiday Weekend.
Well when I say it was just a group of mates, we were more than that and I should also clarify that by saying it was a group of mates and Waldo.
We were staying at the Whitecliff Hill Caravan Park close to Sharpington.
There were 8 of us altogether in three caravans, my sister Lorraine shared with Louise and Charlotte, I shared with Dave and Andy while Samantha shared the third caravan with her boyfriend Waldo Pienaar.
We were all in our early 20s apart from Waldo who was pushing 30 and again with the exception of Waldo we had been friends forever.
Caravan holidays weren’t really my cup of tea at all, as I don’t like caravans or tents for that matter but that’s probably because I’m 6ft 4, so of course caravans don’t really cater for people of my height.
The only reason I went at all was because Samantha Perry was going to be there, and the fact she was going was very important to me because I loved her, I always had, and I always would, which was sad really because she didn’t love me, because if she did she wouldn’t have kept going out with a succession of complete pillock’s like Waldo.
But I figured if I couldn’t have her to myself I could at least be around her and enjoy her company and it wasn’t the first time I’d tagged along on such outings, so I wouldn’t want to give the impression that I was miserable on such occasions, I still had fun I just didn’t have Sam to myself.
We arrived at the caravan park late on Friday night in the pouring rain and we were all exhausted, we only had the energy for a quick drink and turned in early.
Saturday started grey and damp and the evidence of the previous days deluge was everywhere to be seen, but the sun burst through mid-morning and we got to spend the rest of the day on the beach.
Which was where I got to see the sight that drew me to the beaches of Sharpington in the first place, the most beautiful girl I have ever known wearing her yellow bikini.
It was a lovely afternoon and we had great fun playing volleyball on the sand, only my sister Lorraine noticed that I spent more time watching Sam than I did the ball.
The evening though was a massive let down for me as Samantha and Waldo didn’t join the group, Waldo wanted them to go out on their own.
The rest of us went to the pub and the evening really dragged.
I was up early on Sunday Morning of the Whitsun Bank Holiday weekend, although no one seems to call it Whitsun anymore, the fad seems to be to call it the Spring Bank Holiday instead, I don’t know why.
The rain had returned in earnest during the night and the park was very quiet, I walked around for a while squelching between the puddles and then approached caravan 17a.
The pretext was to speak with Waldo but in truth I wasn’t looking for him at all the only reason I was going over there was to see Sam.
I knew she was an early riser so I was sure she would be up and the kettle would be hot.
(Part 02)
I knocked on the door and got no answer which was strange, so I knocked once more and still there was no answer.
I looked around and noticed Waldo’s car was gone, I knocked again and I was beginning to think there was no one in and then I heard the faintest response of
“Come in”
I opened the door and stepped in to caravan 17a and found Samantha propped up in the corner on the bench seat, there was an empty glass on the table and two empty wine bottles on the floor.
“Good morning sunshine” I said
“Is it?” she replied without opening her eyes.
She was sitting with both feet on the seat with her knees drawn up in front of her and she leant forward and rested her elbows on her knees while her hands pushed her beautiful thick chestnut brown hair off her forehead away from her bleary eyes.
I sat down on the opposite end of the bench so I was looking straight at her and I was very grateful.
The reason for that was that Samantha was naked apart from a pair of red lace topped stockings, matching suspender belt and a wry smile on her lovely face.
Her lightly tanned skin was sufficiently darkened, due to the previous day’s beach activities, to highlight in stark contrast the distinct out line of her bikini top and the pallid white flesh of her pert breasts surmounted by perfect deep pink nipples arousing nicely in the cool morning air.
But my eyes were soon drawn to the glorious thicket that was the coarse triangle of brunette hair that extended to their fullest extent either side of her lips.
“Where’s Waldo?” I asked
“He’s gone” she said sadly
“What this early?” I asked
“No, last night” she replied coldly “he dumped me”
“What? He shagged you and then dumped you?”
“No, he dumped me and didn’t shag me” she said in disbelief “I got all kitted out for him as well”
“I can see that babe” I said
“What?” she asked and screwed up her face in a puzzled expression as she tried to decipher my words.
Samantha then opened her eyes to their fullest extent and looked at me for clarification and I nodded in her direction in answer to her enquiry and her state of undress suddenly dawned on her
“Oh God” she exclaimed and shut her thighs like a bear trap and scrambled for her blanket
“You pig” she shouted “Why didn’t you tell me I was naked”
“Are you kidding me?” I said “and pass up the chance to see a gorgeous girls treasures”
I realized the moments the words left my lips I had shown my hand,
“Perhaps she’s too hung over to have noticed” I said to myself
Her treasures were now well and truly buried beneath the hastily positioned blanket and the only visible parts of her were her bright red face above, and her red stocking covered toes, peeping out from below.
“Since when did you think I was gorgeous anyway?” she asked from the safety of her hiding place.
“What do you mean?” I said cursing myself for letting my guard down, apparently she wasn’t as hung over as she appeared
“You said you wouldn’t pass up the chance to see a gorgeous girls treasures” she said “so when did you start thinking I was gorgeous?”
And that was a question I was never in my wildest dreams expected to be asked.
(Part 03)
Faced with a direct question I couldn’t back track, so I took a deep breath.
“Well let me see that would be since about the time you were seven” he replied
“Since I was 7?” she exclaimed in disbelief
“What did I do when I was seven that had such a profound effect on you?”
“You showed me your knickers in Belldon Wood”
“I did not” she protested
“Yes you did” I said adamantly, “they were white with little blue periwinkle flowers on them”
Samantha gasped and said
“I remember those knickers”
“So do I, vividly”
“Oh God I did show you my knickers didn’t I?” she said, she would have gone red at the remembrance had she not still been crimson from showing me everything else.
“Yes” I confirmed
“So it was actually my knickers you thought were gorgeous” she said
I hesitated before answering, I could have agreed with her and simply laughed the whole thing off, because if I told the truth then the genie would be out of the bottle and I wouldn’t be able to unsay it.
“That’s not true” I replied deciding to bite the bullet
“I think you’re gorgeous now and you’re not wearing any”
“Don’t remind me” She said blushing crimson again and hiding her face behind her blanket.
“So you’ve fancied me ever since I was seven?”
“Pretty much” I confessed
“You really fancied me all that time?”
“It’s worse than that I’m afraid!” I admitted
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked emerging from cover.
“I never knew how” I replied
“I was just a passing fancy then” she said dismissively
“Not at all” I corrected her “I’ve always wanted you, but because you’re so special to me, and you’re such a good mate I didn’t want to risk losing that if you didn’t feel the same about me”
“So did you ever get close?” she asked softly
“Once or twice”
“And?” she queried
“You were in between completely unsuitable boyfriends who didn’t deserve you at the time” I said
“But I dithered around for too long so I wasn’t even able to catch you on the rebound”
Once the cat was out of the bag I thought I might at least get closure, for good or bad, but as it turned out I didn’t get to hear her response.
Samantha’s mouth opened but before she could speak there was a loud bang on the door.
“Who is it?” Sam yelled crossly
“It’s Loz you grumpy bint”
How ironic that my sister of all people would turn out to be the killjoy, she had been encouraging me for years to tell Sam how I felt.
“The door is open” Sam said
Lorraine opened the door and walked in and I was the first one she saw.
“Hey Mark, I’ve been looking for you” she said and then her eyes fell on Samantha
“Oh dear me, you look really rough” Lorraine said and laughed
“Shut up and have some respect for the dead” Samantha responded
“Well I suggest the corpse gets its zombie arse into the shower and then get your glad rags on” Loz instructed
“Why what’s going on?” Sam asked
“We’re all going into Sharpington for lunch” Lorraine replied and then turned to me
“And you, we leave in an hour, come on”
She started out the door and was expecting me to follow.
But I stood in the doorway and turned to look at Sam
“I liked it when you called them my treasures” she said
“You’re the real treasure” I responded and she smiled and just before I closed the door I said
“Wear your lemon dress, you always look stunning in that dress”
(Part 04)
When I had closed the door and walked down the steps I found Lorraine was waiting for me around the corner.
“Did you know Waldo did a runner last night?” she asked
“Yes” I replied
“So?”
“So what?” I asked
“So now’s the time to get to her before she gets tangled up with some other loser”
“What do you think I was doing when we were interrupted?”
Lorraine stopped and grabbed my arm
“You told her?”
“Yes” I replied and started walking again
“So how did it go?” she shouted
“How do you think it went” I snapped “I’m out here with you”
Sam and I travelled to Sharpington in separate cars and as I was in the car Andy was driving we arrived in town ten minutes behind Louise and the girls despite the fact we were right on their bumper when we left Whitecliff Hill Park and the reason for that was because he drives like an 80 year old woman.
We were further delayed due to the fact that he is totally incapable of parallel parking, so by the time we reached the restaurant the girls were already seated at the table and I ended up with Lou and Lottie between me and Sam.
It was a long and frustrating lunch, finding myself so far from the woman I loved, and the service was diabolical.
On that particular day of all days it didn’t help and although I was delighted to see that she was wearing the lemon dress as I suggested, every time I caught her eye she looked away immediately.
After lunch the weather brightened so we all walked down to the seafront, I walked slowly behind the pack with my hands stuffed in my pockets and cursed my stupidity for making my declaration to her.
My worst fears had been realized, I had shared the secret I had kept to myself for 17 years and as I always knew would be the case if I spoke up, instead of winning her love I had now lost her friendship.
“Why did I do it?” I said to myself and then I felt an arm slip through mine, when I glanced sideways to see who the arm belonged I fully expected it to be Lorraine but I was amazed to see it was Sam.
“I have a confession to make” she said
“Oh yes” I replied
“I think I chose totally unsuitable boyfriends who didn’t deserve me because I couldn’t have you” she said and we came to a stop
“And now?” I asked with bated breath
Samantha had turned to face and said
“I choose you”
And then she kissed me.
We walked the length of Sharpington seafront in the warm May sunshine and talked like we had never talked before.
And by the time we returned to the others it was almost evening.
“Come on you two” Lorraine called “We’re going to the pub as soon as we get back, you in?”
“Count us out we’ve got plans” Sam said
“Oh where are you two going then?” Lottie asked and I turned to look at Sam because I didn’t know what plans we had either and Samantha squeezed my hand and smiled at me.
“A treasure hunt” she replied and we both giggled
Everyone looked completely bemused by her answer and my response to it but suffice is to say we were in Samantha’s caravan until midafternoon on Bank Holiday Monday treasure hunting.
Friday, 17 March 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (003) What Happened To You While I Was Away
Stephen was going to housesit at his parents place while they were away in the Canaries.
He had been working late and by the time he got to their house it was after eleven o’clock.
He was surprised to see there was still a light burning in the window, and there was a strange car parked on the kerb outside the house, he assumed the light was left on to deter burglars but he couldn’t explain the car, not the kind of behaviour his father would have tolerated, he thought, as he parked his car on the drive and went inside not knowing who or what was inside.
But as he went in all was quiet, so he left his case in the hall and went into the kitchen and boiled the kettle.
When he had finished his drink he made his way upstairs to his old room and as he opened the door and the light from the landing flooded into the room and he did a double take.
In the centre of the room was his bed which was exactly where he would have expected it to be, but that was not what surprised him.
What had got his attention, directly in front of him perfectly illuminated, was the most perfect round naked arse.
It was not an arse he was very familiar with, as far as he could recollect, it certainly wasn’t his mum’s or one of his sisters, it was far too compact.
But whoever the owner of it was she was laying in the foetal position on his bed with her back to him, partially covered by a duvet.
Stephen stepped backwards onto the landing and confirmed it was his bedroom and then went back in again.
He left the door open so the cute arse remained illuminated and walked over to the bed, his first instinct was to give it a firm slap and wake up its owner and tell her to get out of his bed but instead he found himself putting his hand gently on one of her firm buttocks, which was cold to his touch, which he began to caress the cold fleshy cheek until it eventually began to warm, as did his ardour.
He caressed her around the full curve of her buttocks, slowly exploring every contour of its delicious shape until his fingers reached the radiant heat of her pussy.
The girl began to stir as his fingertips lightly traced around the wispy perimeter of her lips before his finger peeled her lips apart like opening a piece of ripe fruit and entered the creamy flesh inside.
She murmured coarsely in her sleep as he continued stroking her juicy cunny while his other hand steadied her hip as he frigged her until she gasped.
“Ohhhh Stephen” she said “What kept you?” and she grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed his hand onto her tit as he continued frigging her and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out.
At least he knew the identity of the interloper, she was his younger sister Polly’s best friend Cassie.
As he undid his trousers he reflected briefly on how life can sometimes surprise you.
Cassie had been running after him since she was twelve and he was in year ten, but she was a skinny freckly klutz and did nothing for him, well it appeared that she had grown up while he was away at university.
As Stephen stood cock in hand Cassie wriggled her arse to the edge of the bed
“Mmmmm” Cassie exclaimed as he pushed his tip between her sticky lips.
“Mmmmm” she repeated as he followed through with the rest of him.
As he was making love to her, he stood looking down on her as she bit her lip and pulled at her hair and as he groped at her firm young breast, which was rising and falling with every insertion, he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Cassie was in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired all evening.
She was gripping the frame of the bed and grunting rhythmically with every nerve tingling stroke until she came so hard the bed shook and she juddered again as he finished in a pulsating ejaculation.
“Well I think you must fancy me now” She said between pants.
“I guess so” Stephen replied
But just to be certain sure after half an hour they put it to the test once more and twice again the next morning.
He had been working late and by the time he got to their house it was after eleven o’clock.
He was surprised to see there was still a light burning in the window, and there was a strange car parked on the kerb outside the house, he assumed the light was left on to deter burglars but he couldn’t explain the car, not the kind of behaviour his father would have tolerated, he thought, as he parked his car on the drive and went inside not knowing who or what was inside.
But as he went in all was quiet, so he left his case in the hall and went into the kitchen and boiled the kettle.
When he had finished his drink he made his way upstairs to his old room and as he opened the door and the light from the landing flooded into the room and he did a double take.
In the centre of the room was his bed which was exactly where he would have expected it to be, but that was not what surprised him.
What had got his attention, directly in front of him perfectly illuminated, was the most perfect round naked arse.
It was not an arse he was very familiar with, as far as he could recollect, it certainly wasn’t his mum’s or one of his sisters, it was far too compact.
But whoever the owner of it was she was laying in the foetal position on his bed with her back to him, partially covered by a duvet.
Stephen stepped backwards onto the landing and confirmed it was his bedroom and then went back in again.
He left the door open so the cute arse remained illuminated and walked over to the bed, his first instinct was to give it a firm slap and wake up its owner and tell her to get out of his bed but instead he found himself putting his hand gently on one of her firm buttocks, which was cold to his touch, which he began to caress the cold fleshy cheek until it eventually began to warm, as did his ardour.
He caressed her around the full curve of her buttocks, slowly exploring every contour of its delicious shape until his fingers reached the radiant heat of her pussy.
The girl began to stir as his fingertips lightly traced around the wispy perimeter of her lips before his finger peeled her lips apart like opening a piece of ripe fruit and entered the creamy flesh inside.
She murmured coarsely in her sleep as he continued stroking her juicy cunny while his other hand steadied her hip as he frigged her until she gasped.
“Ohhhh Stephen” she said “What kept you?” and she grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed his hand onto her tit as he continued frigging her and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out.
At least he knew the identity of the interloper, she was his younger sister Polly’s best friend Cassie.
As he undid his trousers he reflected briefly on how life can sometimes surprise you.
Cassie had been running after him since she was twelve and he was in year ten, but she was a skinny freckly klutz and did nothing for him, well it appeared that she had grown up while he was away at university.
As Stephen stood cock in hand Cassie wriggled her arse to the edge of the bed
“Mmmmm” Cassie exclaimed as he pushed his tip between her sticky lips.
“Mmmmm” she repeated as he followed through with the rest of him.
As he was making love to her, he stood looking down on her as she bit her lip and pulled at her hair and as he groped at her firm young breast, which was rising and falling with every insertion, he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Cassie was in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired all evening.
She was gripping the frame of the bed and grunting rhythmically with every nerve tingling stroke until she came so hard the bed shook and she juddered again as he finished in a pulsating ejaculation.
“Well I think you must fancy me now” She said between pants.
“I guess so” Stephen replied
But just to be certain sure after half an hour they put it to the test once more and twice again the next morning.
Thursday, 16 March 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (002) What the Plumber Saw
( Part 01)
It was the day before Dave Pennant’s 15th birthday when he first saw Louise Spry and he thought to himself
“That’s what I want for my birthday”
She was two year older than he was and as it turned out she was in the 6th form at the same school as him but she was a class above him in every other respect as well.
Louise was Dave’s half-brother Andy’s new girlfriend.
“Lucky bastard” Dave thought to himself
Andy was two years older than him as well and they didn’t like each other very much, in fact they didn’t like each other at all.
They had nothing in common other than sharing a mother, they didn’t even share a surname, he was Pennant and Andy’s was Bates.
He was better at sports than Dave, he was more academic than Dave and he was better looking.
But not only did they not like each other it was a dislike that would stand the test of time for them both.
After Andy and Louise had been going out for a few weeks she started staying over at his house on Friday or Saturday night, sometimes both.
On the second or third occasion, which was a Friday night, when she arrived at the house she dumped her coat and hand bag on the hall table.
Well not so much a hand bag, it was actually more like a holdall, it was enormous, but the clasp on it was a bit iffy and as a result it was gaping open.
Which was how Dave spotted a splash of red in her bag as he walked down the stairs.
It aroused his curiosity somewhat so he decided it should be investigated and on closer inspection it turned out to be where she kept her clean underwear and the flash of red turned out to be a pair of red lace knickers adorned with little satin ribbons.
The effect on him was instantaneous and it was no longer just his curiosity that was aroused.
But it wasn’t until the next day, when he saw Louise walk into the lounge and Dave knew that the little bit of red lace adorned with satin ribbons that he had held in his hands the previous evening was at that very moment encasing her, that he felt the full effect and he was instantly erect again.
After that first time he made it his purpose in life to, at the very earliest opportunity, delve down in her bag so he could rummage among her things until he found her fresh, neatly folded knickers, and he would commit them to memory and then picture her in them as she walked about the house.
Over the six months Andy and Louise were going out together Dave got to handle a lot of her underwear, of course he would have much preferred to handle their contents, but that honour went to his despicable half-brother.
Louise had quite a collection of drawers, sometimes they were plain, sometimes printed cotton, sometimes lacy, or satin, she even had some gorgeous silk panties for special occasions.
Quite often there was a matching bra, Dave liked that a lot, matching underwear was a big turn on for him anyway but on the occasions when she stayed over more than one night the colour of her bra strap was his only indicator as to what pair of knickers she was wearing at that precise moment, so a glimpse of bra strap and Voila he had a stiffy.
This situation would doubtless have continued indefinitely or at least until he’d wanked himself blind but for the fact that his arsehole half-brother decided to play away with some skanky tart from behind the bar at the Crown and Anchor.
( Part 02)
Dave couldn’t believe Andy had cheated on Louise with some sad old slapper when he had a quality bird like Louise at his side.
Also Andy breaking up with Louise severely curbed Dave’s sex life for a while, even if his sex life at the time only consisted of knocking one out to images of her knickers from his wank bank.
Not that he supposed it would have lasted much longer anyway they both went off to University that September so his access to the lovely Louise’s scantie’s would have been very limited.
Dave was never the academic type so college and then University was never going to work for him so he left school the following year and managed with the help of his father to get an apprenticeship as a plumber at a big local firm called Drakes.
His parents were very supportive and they appreciated that he had his own path to follow and that path brought him his own relationships and his own lovers along the way and it was when he started at Drakes that he met Mark Jordon and they instantly became best mates.
When they got talking they found that they had quite a lot in common, he also had a step sibling, although in his case it was a half-sister called Scarlet and he got on really well with her.
He was also the youngest of two and he sucked academically too, while Scarlet was brilliant and was going to sail through her degree and follow it with a Masters.
Mark’s Dad, Danny, had just bought an old wreck of a place just before he met Marks mum, Nicole, and it had always been very much a work in progress.
And although he had completed 90 percent of it he wouldn’t have really consider it finished until the extension was done, and more to the point nor would his wife.
So he had decided that 20 years on a project was more than enough so he decided to get Mark and Dave to help him as they were in their fourth year at Drakes, and there was plumbing to do.
The shell was up and the electrics and some of the plastering was done but as the two story extension was to house the new kitchen and bathroom he wanted the boys to help him with the plumbing.
So on the Easter weekend Dave was staying in the spare room at the Jordan’s so they could get as much done over the holiday weekend as possible.
It was Good Friday and they were up early and Mark’s mum Nicole made them doorstep bacon butties for breakfast to give them a head start.
Nicole had poured herself a bath and they were just waiting for Scarlet to finish in the shower so they could turn the water off and drain the system down before they could crack on.
Danny and Mark then went off to the builders and plumbers merchants to buy some more materials so they wouldn’t have any holdups over the weekend, they were all hoping to have a lazy Monday before they went back to work on Tuesday.
( Part 03)
While Danny and Mark were out Dave started carrying stuff up to what was going to be the new bathroom.
The only access was via a ladder from the kitchen to be, they hadn’t cut the doorways through to the house yet to cut down on drafts as the winter was barely over.
There were one or two sizable holes where the old air vents used to be but other than that it was sealed.
When Dave had climbed the ladder and he was in the new bathroom he could tell Nicole was in the bath already as he could hear her through the wall splashing about in the tub.
He stacked the tools in the corner and was just about to head back down the ladder for another load when he heard someone open a door and step heavily onto the landing.
Dave knew it wasn’t Nicole as he still hear her through the wall so he thought that it must be Mark’s elusive sister Scarlet, who he still hadn’t met at that point, so intrigued to finally lay eyes on her he thought he would look through the hole where the vent used to be and see what she looked like, Mark was always going on a about her, saying how perfect she was, so he thought he’d judge for himself just how special she was.
His first sight of her was as she walked into the toilet, she was only wearing a bra, pants and tights, and he assumed she must have been taken short before she’d finished dressing.
He had to admit that even from behind she looked pretty special.
Once she was inside the room it occurred to him to tell her there was no water to flush with but then she turned around and his jaw dropped, the semi naked girl was Louise Spry.
And the thought to alert her to the water shortage left his mind along with all the blood as it rushed headlong towards his cock.
He supposed that she assumed there was no one else in the house because she didn’t bother closing the toilet door and then proceeded to push her tights and knickers down to her knees.
“Thank you God” He said to himself as he stared transfixed at her neat brown bush before she sat down, and pissed like a horse.
She closed her eyes and a contented smile spread across her face as she emptied her obviously quite voluminous bladder.
Had it been just any girl sitting half naked on the loo pissing like a fountain he would have got a lob on and he would have scanned and digested every second of it for the wank bank and recalled it at the appropriate time.
In fact it wasn’t an unusual occurrence as a plumber to happen upon naked or semi naked women, sometimes by accident and others by their own design. Though when they wanted you to see, it wasn’t quite the same.
But what Dave Pennant was looking at wasn’t just any girl, it was Louise Spry, the object of his lust, she was the Holy Grail of his desires, so just committing the horny image to the wank bank wasn’t enough for him, he knew it had to be a live event.
So almost before he knew it he was tugging furiously on his swollen cock as he watched Louise Spry pissing, wiping and then standing.
She leant forward to grab the waist band of her pink knickers and her breasts hung heavily in the matching bra, before she pulled the pink scantie’s slowly and tantalisingly up her thighs to encase her deliciousness.
Then she repeated the operation with her tights but before she had wriggled her cute little arse back into them he had emptied his sack all over the brickwork.
It was only after he had cleaned up his mess and his legs had stopped shaking that he wondered why Louise Spry was in his best mates bathroom entertaining the plumber.
Shortly after his loss of control and his juvenile episode as a peeping Tom he heard the front door close, so he hurried down the ladder but by the time he got outside all he could see was the back of Ford Fiesta disappearing through the gate.
( Part 04)
He didn’t get to see the illusive Louise Spry again until two days later on the afternoon of Easter Sunday.
They had taken a break from their labours and were sitting on the patio drinking tea and enjoying some of Nicole’s delicious fruit cake
“Hi Scarlet” Nicole said over Dave’s shoulder so he half turned around to look at her and he nearly choked.
“Hello” Louise replied
“This is…” Mark began
“I know you” she said “you’re David”
“That’s right” He replied “Dave, but I remember you as Louise”
Everyone laughed at Dave’s observation and then Mark explained
“Scarlet is a family name, Dad used to call her “Miss Scarlet” when she was little because she blushed all the time”
Dave smiled but what brought a smile to his lips was the thought of how much she would have blushed if she’d seen him watching her through the airbrick.
The next day they still hadn’t finished everything they had planned to do, despite the best efforts of all involved, and it was apparent that they wouldn’t even if they worked at it all day.
So Nicole prepared one of her cooked breakfasts, and they would have a leisurely start to the day and then get on and do a bit more, even Scarlet/Louise did a bit.
But they had only been working for about two hours when Mark fell off the ladder in the extension and broke his arm.
Danny and Nicole got him in the car ready to take the wounded soldier to A&E at the Winston Churchill.
“I don’t want you working up there on your own Dave” Danny said
“Ok” Dave replied “I’ll just reconnect the water, and tidy up a bit”
“Thanks lad” he replied
“Text us” Dave suggested
“Will do” Danny said and drove off
Dave did as he had promised and Louise cleared the breakfast things and got the kitchen straight.
And despite not planning on doing a lot, another two hours had passed before he was stepping into the shower.
After he’d showered and dressed he packed his bag and went downstairs to the kitchen and made himself a coffee.
It was while he was sat at the kitchen table that Louise walked in.
“Hello Dave” she said
“Hi …” he began “Do I call you Louise or Scarlet?”
“Louise is fine” she replied as she made herself a cup of tea
“I’m flattered you remember me by the way” he said
“Oh I remember you very well” she said and he was rather pleased that he had made such an impression on her and then as she sat opposite him she continued
“You used to go through my hand bag when I stayed over at your house, looking at my knickers?”
“No I didn’t” he responded indignantly
“Oh yes you did” she contradicted
“So come on let’s hear you admit it”
“Ok” he said resignedly “Yes I did”
“I know you did” she said very definitely
“But how did you know?”
“Because I saw you do it once”
“Oh”
“Yes I looked down over the bannisters and your hands were in my bag, but I didn’t see exactly what you were doing” she said “I thought perhaps you were looking for my fags”
“I see”
“But when I thought about it I soon realised what you were really up to” she explained
“So I set a trap for you”
“A trap?”
“Yes I started packing my knickers inside out but when I went to put them on they were always the right way round”
“So why didn’t you say something or stop leaving them for me to find?” he asked
“Because I was rather flattered” she said “and I thought it was quite sweet, endearing really, in a way”
“Really?”
“Yes” she replied “You were just a boy”
Dave sat silently fearing the next question
( Part 05)
Dave sat silently, waiting with baited breath, and fearing the next question.
“So I have to ask because I’ve always wondered” here it comes he thought
“Why?” she asked
“Do I have to answer that?”
“Yes” she insisted
“Really?”
“Oh yes”
“Oh God this is embarrassing” he said
“Come on out with it” she urged
“I did it so I could see what underwear you would be wearing while you were in the house”
“And then what?” she asked
“Well it was a turn on knowing you were wearing the knickers I’d held in my hands” he confessed
“You little perve” she said in mock horror “Did you do the same with the dirty ones”
“No I didn’t” he said with real horror “I’m not a pervert”
“Well you are a bit” she pointed out
“Well I’m not that kind of pervert then”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I’m sure, I had no interest in your soiled pants” he said very definitely “of course it might have been different if it was me that had soiled them on you in the first place, but that was never a possibility”
“Maybe not, then” she said and then Louise stood up and walked around the table and when she reached him she turned her back to him
“Do these meet with your approval?” She said and let the denim fall away from her buttocks to reveal a pair of pale blue lace trimmed knickers and he reached out and felt one of her pantie covered buttocks.
“Very nice” he said and began pulling them off her delightful buttocks
“No, no” she said pulling away
“You must soil them on me, remember” and then she sat on his knee before adding “and then you can keep them”
Louise perched on his knee and David tried to kiss her but she drew her head back
“First things first” she said and took his hand and placed it on her naked thigh.
For all those months when she was dating Andy he had dreamt of touching her, he always knew she was no prude, he’d heard the slutty guttural noises emanating from his half-brothers bedroom so he was never under any illusion.
His hand rested on her thigh and as he gently pulled her thigh apart Louise braced herself with one hand on the back of his chair while the other gripped the table.
David’s hand crept inch by tantalizing inch along Louise’s firm thigh as they involuntarily opened and closed in anticipation of his hands approach.
And as his fingers got closer and closer she moaned quietly and her buttocks squirmed on his lap, her breaths becoming deeper and more erratic the closer his fingertips got to her pussy.
She was biting her lip and fidgeting on his lap as his fingers slowly and deliberately traced the outline of her panties.
And when his finger finally reached the heart of her fire an involuntary gasp escaped her lips as he fingered her through the cloth as it slipped and slid on her wet crease until her cream oozed through the fabric and Louise began to moan.
Her hands gripped the furniture so tight that her knuckles whitened as she wriggled and panted out coarse rasping breaths until with a deliriously dirty moan, she came, and with her exclamation he withdrew his sticky fingers from between her legs.
“I think that’s them well and truly soiled” he said and slipped out from beneath her, and then she plopped down hard on the chair.
“No don’t stop” she said
He stood up as straight as his throbbing erection would allow, the last thing he wanted to do was stop, but he had to wrestle control back from her.
“I have work tomorrow” he said and slipped on his jacket
“No don’t go” she pleaded and stood up and rubbed her buttock and then tried to close the distance between them but her jeans were around her knees so she had to waddle which meant he could easily keep out of her reach and he sidestepped through the kitchen door and out into the hall.
( Part 06)
Having sidestepped through the kitchen door and out into the hall to avoid the sexy waddling Louise he said to himself once he was out in the hall.
“I hope this works”
“I’m sure I’ll see you again soon” he said over his shoulder
“Wait” she called after him
“Bye” he responded
Louise kicked off her jeans in frustration and they flew across the kitchen and landed half in the sink, and then she sprinted after him.
Dave glanced back and his eyes were transfixed on the growing wet patch on the crotch of her pale blue knickers.
“Please don’t go” she said and tried to kiss him but he drew his head away out of the reach of her lips
“Oh Dave” she exclaimed
“So you want to kiss me now then?” he said desperate for her tongue to be in his mouth but remaining strong despite the desperation.
“I want to do everything” she said and moved to kiss him again only this time he let them find their mark and when they stopped he said
“I think those soiled knickers you’re wearing are mine now”
Louise’s face cracked into a smile and then she blushed as she took a step backwards and slipped her wet knickers off and then she threw them in his face and scampered bare arsed upstairs giggling as she went.
Dave smiled and slipped his jacket off and hung it on the banister post, he then bent down and picked up the pale blue knickers and slipped them into his coat pocket before progressing slowly up the stairs after her.
He wanted to sprint up them two at a time but in his state of total arousal it meant that his cock wouldn’t let him.
When he got to her bedroom she was already in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin, she was still giggling and her legs were performing a jig beneath the duvet as Dave quickly stripped off and joined her.
Very soon he had her making the noise’s he had last heard emanating from his half-brothers bed room several years earlier, but on this occasion it was Dave conducting her erotic song, and he much preferred his version.
He kissed her forehead and left Louise sleeping beneath her Duvet and then walked home with Louise Spry’s soiled knickers in his pocket and it suddenly occurred to him that he finally had something in common with his half-brother Andy other than their mother.
When the Jordan’s returned home from the hospital with the wounded soldier later that night to find the house in darkness they were none the wiser as to what had occurred in Nicole’s kitchen or Louise’s bedroom.
Her mum did query why her jeans were half in and half out the kitchen sink but that was all.
They remained unaware of the couple’s ongoing sexual exploits for a further three months.
The two of them didn’t want to announce they were together until they knew for certain sure there was more to their relationship that the very satisfying sex, plus Dave was concerned that it might have affected his friendship with Mark when he found out he’d been schtupping perfect Scarlet.
When they were ready to tell, the news was greeted with all round approval and Mark said he was hoping they would get together.
Dave never told Louise he had spied on her while she was in the toilet or that he’d knocked one out while he watched.
And despite the fact they married two years later, which pleased his best mate and best man Mark no end, and thoroughly pissed off his half-brother Andy, those very first sexy images of Louise that the plumber saw in the bathroom never dimmed and stayed in his wank bank for ever.
It was the day before Dave Pennant’s 15th birthday when he first saw Louise Spry and he thought to himself
“That’s what I want for my birthday”
She was two year older than he was and as it turned out she was in the 6th form at the same school as him but she was a class above him in every other respect as well.
Louise was Dave’s half-brother Andy’s new girlfriend.
“Lucky bastard” Dave thought to himself
Andy was two years older than him as well and they didn’t like each other very much, in fact they didn’t like each other at all.
They had nothing in common other than sharing a mother, they didn’t even share a surname, he was Pennant and Andy’s was Bates.
He was better at sports than Dave, he was more academic than Dave and he was better looking.
But not only did they not like each other it was a dislike that would stand the test of time for them both.
After Andy and Louise had been going out for a few weeks she started staying over at his house on Friday or Saturday night, sometimes both.
On the second or third occasion, which was a Friday night, when she arrived at the house she dumped her coat and hand bag on the hall table.
Well not so much a hand bag, it was actually more like a holdall, it was enormous, but the clasp on it was a bit iffy and as a result it was gaping open.
Which was how Dave spotted a splash of red in her bag as he walked down the stairs.
It aroused his curiosity somewhat so he decided it should be investigated and on closer inspection it turned out to be where she kept her clean underwear and the flash of red turned out to be a pair of red lace knickers adorned with little satin ribbons.
The effect on him was instantaneous and it was no longer just his curiosity that was aroused.
But it wasn’t until the next day, when he saw Louise walk into the lounge and Dave knew that the little bit of red lace adorned with satin ribbons that he had held in his hands the previous evening was at that very moment encasing her, that he felt the full effect and he was instantly erect again.
After that first time he made it his purpose in life to, at the very earliest opportunity, delve down in her bag so he could rummage among her things until he found her fresh, neatly folded knickers, and he would commit them to memory and then picture her in them as she walked about the house.
Over the six months Andy and Louise were going out together Dave got to handle a lot of her underwear, of course he would have much preferred to handle their contents, but that honour went to his despicable half-brother.
Louise had quite a collection of drawers, sometimes they were plain, sometimes printed cotton, sometimes lacy, or satin, she even had some gorgeous silk panties for special occasions.
Quite often there was a matching bra, Dave liked that a lot, matching underwear was a big turn on for him anyway but on the occasions when she stayed over more than one night the colour of her bra strap was his only indicator as to what pair of knickers she was wearing at that precise moment, so a glimpse of bra strap and Voila he had a stiffy.
This situation would doubtless have continued indefinitely or at least until he’d wanked himself blind but for the fact that his arsehole half-brother decided to play away with some skanky tart from behind the bar at the Crown and Anchor.
( Part 02)
Dave couldn’t believe Andy had cheated on Louise with some sad old slapper when he had a quality bird like Louise at his side.
Also Andy breaking up with Louise severely curbed Dave’s sex life for a while, even if his sex life at the time only consisted of knocking one out to images of her knickers from his wank bank.
Not that he supposed it would have lasted much longer anyway they both went off to University that September so his access to the lovely Louise’s scantie’s would have been very limited.
Dave was never the academic type so college and then University was never going to work for him so he left school the following year and managed with the help of his father to get an apprenticeship as a plumber at a big local firm called Drakes.
His parents were very supportive and they appreciated that he had his own path to follow and that path brought him his own relationships and his own lovers along the way and it was when he started at Drakes that he met Mark Jordon and they instantly became best mates.
When they got talking they found that they had quite a lot in common, he also had a step sibling, although in his case it was a half-sister called Scarlet and he got on really well with her.
He was also the youngest of two and he sucked academically too, while Scarlet was brilliant and was going to sail through her degree and follow it with a Masters.
Mark’s Dad, Danny, had just bought an old wreck of a place just before he met Marks mum, Nicole, and it had always been very much a work in progress.
And although he had completed 90 percent of it he wouldn’t have really consider it finished until the extension was done, and more to the point nor would his wife.
So he had decided that 20 years on a project was more than enough so he decided to get Mark and Dave to help him as they were in their fourth year at Drakes, and there was plumbing to do.
The shell was up and the electrics and some of the plastering was done but as the two story extension was to house the new kitchen and bathroom he wanted the boys to help him with the plumbing.
So on the Easter weekend Dave was staying in the spare room at the Jordan’s so they could get as much done over the holiday weekend as possible.
It was Good Friday and they were up early and Mark’s mum Nicole made them doorstep bacon butties for breakfast to give them a head start.
Nicole had poured herself a bath and they were just waiting for Scarlet to finish in the shower so they could turn the water off and drain the system down before they could crack on.
Danny and Mark then went off to the builders and plumbers merchants to buy some more materials so they wouldn’t have any holdups over the weekend, they were all hoping to have a lazy Monday before they went back to work on Tuesday.
( Part 03)
While Danny and Mark were out Dave started carrying stuff up to what was going to be the new bathroom.
The only access was via a ladder from the kitchen to be, they hadn’t cut the doorways through to the house yet to cut down on drafts as the winter was barely over.
There were one or two sizable holes where the old air vents used to be but other than that it was sealed.
When Dave had climbed the ladder and he was in the new bathroom he could tell Nicole was in the bath already as he could hear her through the wall splashing about in the tub.
He stacked the tools in the corner and was just about to head back down the ladder for another load when he heard someone open a door and step heavily onto the landing.
Dave knew it wasn’t Nicole as he still hear her through the wall so he thought that it must be Mark’s elusive sister Scarlet, who he still hadn’t met at that point, so intrigued to finally lay eyes on her he thought he would look through the hole where the vent used to be and see what she looked like, Mark was always going on a about her, saying how perfect she was, so he thought he’d judge for himself just how special she was.
His first sight of her was as she walked into the toilet, she was only wearing a bra, pants and tights, and he assumed she must have been taken short before she’d finished dressing.
He had to admit that even from behind she looked pretty special.
Once she was inside the room it occurred to him to tell her there was no water to flush with but then she turned around and his jaw dropped, the semi naked girl was Louise Spry.
And the thought to alert her to the water shortage left his mind along with all the blood as it rushed headlong towards his cock.
He supposed that she assumed there was no one else in the house because she didn’t bother closing the toilet door and then proceeded to push her tights and knickers down to her knees.
“Thank you God” He said to himself as he stared transfixed at her neat brown bush before she sat down, and pissed like a horse.
She closed her eyes and a contented smile spread across her face as she emptied her obviously quite voluminous bladder.
Had it been just any girl sitting half naked on the loo pissing like a fountain he would have got a lob on and he would have scanned and digested every second of it for the wank bank and recalled it at the appropriate time.
In fact it wasn’t an unusual occurrence as a plumber to happen upon naked or semi naked women, sometimes by accident and others by their own design. Though when they wanted you to see, it wasn’t quite the same.
But what Dave Pennant was looking at wasn’t just any girl, it was Louise Spry, the object of his lust, she was the Holy Grail of his desires, so just committing the horny image to the wank bank wasn’t enough for him, he knew it had to be a live event.
So almost before he knew it he was tugging furiously on his swollen cock as he watched Louise Spry pissing, wiping and then standing.
She leant forward to grab the waist band of her pink knickers and her breasts hung heavily in the matching bra, before she pulled the pink scantie’s slowly and tantalisingly up her thighs to encase her deliciousness.
Then she repeated the operation with her tights but before she had wriggled her cute little arse back into them he had emptied his sack all over the brickwork.
It was only after he had cleaned up his mess and his legs had stopped shaking that he wondered why Louise Spry was in his best mates bathroom entertaining the plumber.
Shortly after his loss of control and his juvenile episode as a peeping Tom he heard the front door close, so he hurried down the ladder but by the time he got outside all he could see was the back of Ford Fiesta disappearing through the gate.
( Part 04)
He didn’t get to see the illusive Louise Spry again until two days later on the afternoon of Easter Sunday.
They had taken a break from their labours and were sitting on the patio drinking tea and enjoying some of Nicole’s delicious fruit cake
“Hi Scarlet” Nicole said over Dave’s shoulder so he half turned around to look at her and he nearly choked.
“Hello” Louise replied
“This is…” Mark began
“I know you” she said “you’re David”
“That’s right” He replied “Dave, but I remember you as Louise”
Everyone laughed at Dave’s observation and then Mark explained
“Scarlet is a family name, Dad used to call her “Miss Scarlet” when she was little because she blushed all the time”
Dave smiled but what brought a smile to his lips was the thought of how much she would have blushed if she’d seen him watching her through the airbrick.
The next day they still hadn’t finished everything they had planned to do, despite the best efforts of all involved, and it was apparent that they wouldn’t even if they worked at it all day.
So Nicole prepared one of her cooked breakfasts, and they would have a leisurely start to the day and then get on and do a bit more, even Scarlet/Louise did a bit.
But they had only been working for about two hours when Mark fell off the ladder in the extension and broke his arm.
Danny and Nicole got him in the car ready to take the wounded soldier to A&E at the Winston Churchill.
“I don’t want you working up there on your own Dave” Danny said
“Ok” Dave replied “I’ll just reconnect the water, and tidy up a bit”
“Thanks lad” he replied
“Text us” Dave suggested
“Will do” Danny said and drove off
Dave did as he had promised and Louise cleared the breakfast things and got the kitchen straight.
And despite not planning on doing a lot, another two hours had passed before he was stepping into the shower.
After he’d showered and dressed he packed his bag and went downstairs to the kitchen and made himself a coffee.
It was while he was sat at the kitchen table that Louise walked in.
“Hello Dave” she said
“Hi …” he began “Do I call you Louise or Scarlet?”
“Louise is fine” she replied as she made herself a cup of tea
“I’m flattered you remember me by the way” he said
“Oh I remember you very well” she said and he was rather pleased that he had made such an impression on her and then as she sat opposite him she continued
“You used to go through my hand bag when I stayed over at your house, looking at my knickers?”
“No I didn’t” he responded indignantly
“Oh yes you did” she contradicted
“So come on let’s hear you admit it”
“Ok” he said resignedly “Yes I did”
“I know you did” she said very definitely
“But how did you know?”
“Because I saw you do it once”
“Oh”
“Yes I looked down over the bannisters and your hands were in my bag, but I didn’t see exactly what you were doing” she said “I thought perhaps you were looking for my fags”
“I see”
“But when I thought about it I soon realised what you were really up to” she explained
“So I set a trap for you”
“A trap?”
“Yes I started packing my knickers inside out but when I went to put them on they were always the right way round”
“So why didn’t you say something or stop leaving them for me to find?” he asked
“Because I was rather flattered” she said “and I thought it was quite sweet, endearing really, in a way”
“Really?”
“Yes” she replied “You were just a boy”
Dave sat silently fearing the next question
( Part 05)
Dave sat silently, waiting with baited breath, and fearing the next question.
“So I have to ask because I’ve always wondered” here it comes he thought
“Why?” she asked
“Do I have to answer that?”
“Yes” she insisted
“Really?”
“Oh yes”
“Oh God this is embarrassing” he said
“Come on out with it” she urged
“I did it so I could see what underwear you would be wearing while you were in the house”
“And then what?” she asked
“Well it was a turn on knowing you were wearing the knickers I’d held in my hands” he confessed
“You little perve” she said in mock horror “Did you do the same with the dirty ones”
“No I didn’t” he said with real horror “I’m not a pervert”
“Well you are a bit” she pointed out
“Well I’m not that kind of pervert then”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I’m sure, I had no interest in your soiled pants” he said very definitely “of course it might have been different if it was me that had soiled them on you in the first place, but that was never a possibility”
“Maybe not, then” she said and then Louise stood up and walked around the table and when she reached him she turned her back to him
“Do these meet with your approval?” She said and let the denim fall away from her buttocks to reveal a pair of pale blue lace trimmed knickers and he reached out and felt one of her pantie covered buttocks.
“Very nice” he said and began pulling them off her delightful buttocks
“No, no” she said pulling away
“You must soil them on me, remember” and then she sat on his knee before adding “and then you can keep them”
Louise perched on his knee and David tried to kiss her but she drew her head back
“First things first” she said and took his hand and placed it on her naked thigh.
For all those months when she was dating Andy he had dreamt of touching her, he always knew she was no prude, he’d heard the slutty guttural noises emanating from his half-brothers bedroom so he was never under any illusion.
His hand rested on her thigh and as he gently pulled her thigh apart Louise braced herself with one hand on the back of his chair while the other gripped the table.
David’s hand crept inch by tantalizing inch along Louise’s firm thigh as they involuntarily opened and closed in anticipation of his hands approach.
And as his fingers got closer and closer she moaned quietly and her buttocks squirmed on his lap, her breaths becoming deeper and more erratic the closer his fingertips got to her pussy.
She was biting her lip and fidgeting on his lap as his fingers slowly and deliberately traced the outline of her panties.
And when his finger finally reached the heart of her fire an involuntary gasp escaped her lips as he fingered her through the cloth as it slipped and slid on her wet crease until her cream oozed through the fabric and Louise began to moan.
Her hands gripped the furniture so tight that her knuckles whitened as she wriggled and panted out coarse rasping breaths until with a deliriously dirty moan, she came, and with her exclamation he withdrew his sticky fingers from between her legs.
“I think that’s them well and truly soiled” he said and slipped out from beneath her, and then she plopped down hard on the chair.
“No don’t stop” she said
He stood up as straight as his throbbing erection would allow, the last thing he wanted to do was stop, but he had to wrestle control back from her.
“I have work tomorrow” he said and slipped on his jacket
“No don’t go” she pleaded and stood up and rubbed her buttock and then tried to close the distance between them but her jeans were around her knees so she had to waddle which meant he could easily keep out of her reach and he sidestepped through the kitchen door and out into the hall.
( Part 06)
Having sidestepped through the kitchen door and out into the hall to avoid the sexy waddling Louise he said to himself once he was out in the hall.
“I hope this works”
“I’m sure I’ll see you again soon” he said over his shoulder
“Wait” she called after him
“Bye” he responded
Louise kicked off her jeans in frustration and they flew across the kitchen and landed half in the sink, and then she sprinted after him.
Dave glanced back and his eyes were transfixed on the growing wet patch on the crotch of her pale blue knickers.
“Please don’t go” she said and tried to kiss him but he drew his head away out of the reach of her lips
“Oh Dave” she exclaimed
“So you want to kiss me now then?” he said desperate for her tongue to be in his mouth but remaining strong despite the desperation.
“I want to do everything” she said and moved to kiss him again only this time he let them find their mark and when they stopped he said
“I think those soiled knickers you’re wearing are mine now”
Louise’s face cracked into a smile and then she blushed as she took a step backwards and slipped her wet knickers off and then she threw them in his face and scampered bare arsed upstairs giggling as she went.
Dave smiled and slipped his jacket off and hung it on the banister post, he then bent down and picked up the pale blue knickers and slipped them into his coat pocket before progressing slowly up the stairs after her.
He wanted to sprint up them two at a time but in his state of total arousal it meant that his cock wouldn’t let him.
When he got to her bedroom she was already in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin, she was still giggling and her legs were performing a jig beneath the duvet as Dave quickly stripped off and joined her.
Very soon he had her making the noise’s he had last heard emanating from his half-brothers bed room several years earlier, but on this occasion it was Dave conducting her erotic song, and he much preferred his version.
He kissed her forehead and left Louise sleeping beneath her Duvet and then walked home with Louise Spry’s soiled knickers in his pocket and it suddenly occurred to him that he finally had something in common with his half-brother Andy other than their mother.
When the Jordan’s returned home from the hospital with the wounded soldier later that night to find the house in darkness they were none the wiser as to what had occurred in Nicole’s kitchen or Louise’s bedroom.
Her mum did query why her jeans were half in and half out the kitchen sink but that was all.
They remained unaware of the couple’s ongoing sexual exploits for a further three months.
The two of them didn’t want to announce they were together until they knew for certain sure there was more to their relationship that the very satisfying sex, plus Dave was concerned that it might have affected his friendship with Mark when he found out he’d been schtupping perfect Scarlet.
When they were ready to tell, the news was greeted with all round approval and Mark said he was hoping they would get together.
Dave never told Louise he had spied on her while she was in the toilet or that he’d knocked one out while he watched.
And despite the fact they married two years later, which pleased his best mate and best man Mark no end, and thoroughly pissed off his half-brother Andy, those very first sexy images of Louise that the plumber saw in the bathroom never dimmed and stayed in his wank bank for ever.
Wednesday, 15 March 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (001) The Childean Cuckold
(Part 01)
At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town of Childean.
And on modern estate in a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac Paul O’Connor woke up from an erotic dream as the sun shone through the gap in the bedroom curtains and onto his face, it was still quite early in the morning as he stirred and he was seriously aroused.
This in itself was not an unusual event, he was after all a young man and in his prime sexually, and was seemingly in a perpetual state of arousal, in fact it was more noteworthy when he didn’t wake up in the morning with an early riser.
But what made this particular morning different from any other was that it was his 21st birthday and more significantly than that there was a brunette head rising and falling on his dawn horn.
When the brunette realized he was fully awake she broke off from her diligent delivery of his early morning birthday treat and wished him a happy birthday.
“You’re insatiable Jo” Paul said as she set about him again.
“You don’t normally complain” she slurped in reply.
“I’m not complaining now” he said
“Good” she slurped again
Now you would probably think that this kind of behavior in the nature of a birthday treat is not an uncommon gift to be given, a birthday blowjob on your special day in the “marital” bed so to speak, and you would under every normal circumstance be correct.
However on this particular occasion it was not a normal circumstance because firstly it was not his “marital” bed, it was the sofa bed in his brother’s spare room and secondly the wife giving him the birthday treat was not in fact his wife at all, but his sister in law Jo.
The unethical nature of this circumstance was not lost on him either, as he lay back and savored every spine-tingling second of it.
In fact he was just thinking about how being the recipient of a very proficient sexual act by the wife of the man who’s house he was currently a guest in was somewhat taking the piss to put it mildly and was not by any measure the kind of hospitality his brother Frank thought he was extending.
But it was at that point that Paul lost his train of thought completely as the ecstasy of the moment diverted him.
“That will have to do for now babe, Frank’s in the shower” Jo said, wiping her mouth “You’ll get your main present later”
And with that she slipped quietly out of the room.
Paul was the baby of the O’Connor family while Frank on the other hand was the oldest of the five boys and was 12 years older than Paul.
He was a good man though and he doted on his wife Jo who in turn loved him.
At 33 years old Frank had let himself go a bit physically, there was certainly more of him than there was when he married her.
But despite that he could still satisfy Jo, judging by the noises that came through the guest bedroom wall on a Saturday night.
And that was the problem, from Jo’s point of view anyway, after 12 years of marriage they only did it on a Saturday night or on high days and holidays and Jo needed more high days than Frank was giving her.
So although Paul wasn’t a particularly good looking bloke, he was ok looking, but nothing special, but he was young and physically fit and that was what Jo was interested in, she wasn’t looking for love, what she wanted was pure lust.
And the bonus was permanently horny and sleeping in the spare room.
(Part 02)
The O’Connor family were from Northchapel, and the bulk of them were still there, however Frank moved out to Childean shortly after he married Jo.
They had a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac and had a comfortable life.
The reason Paul happened to be staying in the spare room at Frank’s house and enjoying Jo’s unique brand of hospitality was because he was training to be a reflexology therapist at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean which was only a mile or so down the road from Frank’s place.
Frank O’Connor was a police sergeant with the traffic division and worked odd shifts, so he liked the idea of having someone about the place when he was on nights, and as it turned out so did his wife.
Paul had been staying in the spare room for about a month before the first time that Jo took what she wanted.
It was a hot Saturday afternoon and he had been earning his keep by doing some gardening for his hosts and by the end of the afternoon he was hot, sweaty and dirty.
Frank had already gone to work and Jo was baking in the kitchen so he went upstairs and got in the shower to clean up and he had been in there just long enough to get the bathroom good and steamy when he saw the bathroom door open and a small figure walk in.
Without either of them speaking Paul watched through the steamy glass as Jo undressed, he couldn’t see detail but the shape was unmistakable the rest was just areas of light and shade but it was enough and his imagination did the rest.
When the shower door opened she paused there briefly and was completely naked in front of him.
“Room for a little one?” she said with a giggle and stepped inside with her eyes never leaving the erection he was sporting “And a large one”
At twenty years of age he was not without experience with women but Jo was something else, she was like a ravenous beast and he was the prey.
Paul had only gone upstairs to shower and clean up and thanks to Jo he ended up getting dirty.
And that proved to be the first of many such encounters.
After Jo had finished despoiling him for his 21st birthday treat she went downstairs to the kitchen.
Because she loved her husband and used Paul simply for sex she felt no guilt, Jo had never been unfaithful to her husband until she had that overwhelming urge to join Paul in the shower that first time on that hot Saturday afternoon.
She didn’t regret satisfying that urge or any of the many other such urges to overcome her since.
After Frank had vacated the bathroom Paul went in for a quick shower before going downstairs to the kitchen for a special Birthday breakfast fry up.
Paul cleared every morsel from his plate as he had the feeling he was going to need every ounce of his energy once Frank had left for work.
So he had just put his knife and fork down on the plate when Frank walked into the kitchen.
“Happy birthday kid” he said and patted him on the back before crossing the room to kiss Jo and while his hosts were showing affection to each other he looked away.
Paul had just taken a mouthful of tea when Frank suddenly asked
“Did you enjoy Jo’s birthday treat bro?”
And on hearing that question Paul almost choked and sprayed a mouth full of tea all over the kitchen table.
“Steady boy” Frank said laughing loudly “you’re supposed to swallow it, not spit it out”
Well that comment didn’t help in the slightest.
When he had finally got his choking fit under control Frank said
“We’ll go out for a meal tonight kid, but Jo will look after you today”
While Paul listened to his brother he could see Jo over his shoulder and she had lifted her nightie up and was showing Paul exactly how she was going to look after him.
At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town of Childean.
And on modern estate in a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac Paul O’Connor woke up from an erotic dream as the sun shone through the gap in the bedroom curtains and onto his face, it was still quite early in the morning as he stirred and he was seriously aroused.
This in itself was not an unusual event, he was after all a young man and in his prime sexually, and was seemingly in a perpetual state of arousal, in fact it was more noteworthy when he didn’t wake up in the morning with an early riser.
But what made this particular morning different from any other was that it was his 21st birthday and more significantly than that there was a brunette head rising and falling on his dawn horn.
When the brunette realized he was fully awake she broke off from her diligent delivery of his early morning birthday treat and wished him a happy birthday.
“You’re insatiable Jo” Paul said as she set about him again.
“You don’t normally complain” she slurped in reply.
“I’m not complaining now” he said
“Good” she slurped again
Now you would probably think that this kind of behavior in the nature of a birthday treat is not an uncommon gift to be given, a birthday blowjob on your special day in the “marital” bed so to speak, and you would under every normal circumstance be correct.
However on this particular occasion it was not a normal circumstance because firstly it was not his “marital” bed, it was the sofa bed in his brother’s spare room and secondly the wife giving him the birthday treat was not in fact his wife at all, but his sister in law Jo.
The unethical nature of this circumstance was not lost on him either, as he lay back and savored every spine-tingling second of it.
In fact he was just thinking about how being the recipient of a very proficient sexual act by the wife of the man who’s house he was currently a guest in was somewhat taking the piss to put it mildly and was not by any measure the kind of hospitality his brother Frank thought he was extending.
But it was at that point that Paul lost his train of thought completely as the ecstasy of the moment diverted him.
“That will have to do for now babe, Frank’s in the shower” Jo said, wiping her mouth “You’ll get your main present later”
And with that she slipped quietly out of the room.
Paul was the baby of the O’Connor family while Frank on the other hand was the oldest of the five boys and was 12 years older than Paul.
He was a good man though and he doted on his wife Jo who in turn loved him.
At 33 years old Frank had let himself go a bit physically, there was certainly more of him than there was when he married her.
But despite that he could still satisfy Jo, judging by the noises that came through the guest bedroom wall on a Saturday night.
And that was the problem, from Jo’s point of view anyway, after 12 years of marriage they only did it on a Saturday night or on high days and holidays and Jo needed more high days than Frank was giving her.
So although Paul wasn’t a particularly good looking bloke, he was ok looking, but nothing special, but he was young and physically fit and that was what Jo was interested in, she wasn’t looking for love, what she wanted was pure lust.
And the bonus was permanently horny and sleeping in the spare room.
(Part 02)
The O’Connor family were from Northchapel, and the bulk of them were still there, however Frank moved out to Childean shortly after he married Jo.
They had a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac and had a comfortable life.
The reason Paul happened to be staying in the spare room at Frank’s house and enjoying Jo’s unique brand of hospitality was because he was training to be a reflexology therapist at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean which was only a mile or so down the road from Frank’s place.
Frank O’Connor was a police sergeant with the traffic division and worked odd shifts, so he liked the idea of having someone about the place when he was on nights, and as it turned out so did his wife.
Paul had been staying in the spare room for about a month before the first time that Jo took what she wanted.
It was a hot Saturday afternoon and he had been earning his keep by doing some gardening for his hosts and by the end of the afternoon he was hot, sweaty and dirty.
Frank had already gone to work and Jo was baking in the kitchen so he went upstairs and got in the shower to clean up and he had been in there just long enough to get the bathroom good and steamy when he saw the bathroom door open and a small figure walk in.
Without either of them speaking Paul watched through the steamy glass as Jo undressed, he couldn’t see detail but the shape was unmistakable the rest was just areas of light and shade but it was enough and his imagination did the rest.
When the shower door opened she paused there briefly and was completely naked in front of him.
“Room for a little one?” she said with a giggle and stepped inside with her eyes never leaving the erection he was sporting “And a large one”
At twenty years of age he was not without experience with women but Jo was something else, she was like a ravenous beast and he was the prey.
Paul had only gone upstairs to shower and clean up and thanks to Jo he ended up getting dirty.
And that proved to be the first of many such encounters.
After Jo had finished despoiling him for his 21st birthday treat she went downstairs to the kitchen.
Because she loved her husband and used Paul simply for sex she felt no guilt, Jo had never been unfaithful to her husband until she had that overwhelming urge to join Paul in the shower that first time on that hot Saturday afternoon.
She didn’t regret satisfying that urge or any of the many other such urges to overcome her since.
After Frank had vacated the bathroom Paul went in for a quick shower before going downstairs to the kitchen for a special Birthday breakfast fry up.
Paul cleared every morsel from his plate as he had the feeling he was going to need every ounce of his energy once Frank had left for work.
So he had just put his knife and fork down on the plate when Frank walked into the kitchen.
“Happy birthday kid” he said and patted him on the back before crossing the room to kiss Jo and while his hosts were showing affection to each other he looked away.
Paul had just taken a mouthful of tea when Frank suddenly asked
“Did you enjoy Jo’s birthday treat bro?”
And on hearing that question Paul almost choked and sprayed a mouth full of tea all over the kitchen table.
“Steady boy” Frank said laughing loudly “you’re supposed to swallow it, not spit it out”
Well that comment didn’t help in the slightest.
When he had finally got his choking fit under control Frank said
“We’ll go out for a meal tonight kid, but Jo will look after you today”
While Paul listened to his brother he could see Jo over his shoulder and she had lifted her nightie up and was showing Paul exactly how she was going to look after him.
Tuesday, 14 March 2017
Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (28) Afternoon and Evening
(Part 01)
Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.
The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, Some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.
Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.
When brother and sister, Paul and Polly Russell drove from Northchapel to Pangmere they were first timers at the House of Fun and Paul was something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce, although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate, and just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and even booked herself in for a two day special, though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.
Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.
But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.
When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.
“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.
“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself
He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.
He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.
His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.
What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.
But it seemed to him to be a curious choice for a week away as he was disinterested and although he didn’t know it, it was an even more curious choice for his sister as she was frigid.
What he wasn’t aware of at that moment in time was that the proprietoress was celebrating her 52nd birthday, an event which would change his life forever.
(Part 02)
On the morning of her 52 birthday as Yvonne approached reception she could feel her lips were still sticky after a brief liaison in her quarters with Martin.
She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visit.
The Chief Superintendent was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife to satisfy.
She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.
He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.
That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.
She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.
What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it.
And with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.
So Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.
When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.
There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.
Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy, but her legs were absolutely stunning.
She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul who was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.
She thought the girl was gorgeous and would certainly have fun if she let herself and the young man was very cute and if she hadn’t been receiving a generous portion of cock from Martin she would have definitely been interested.
(Part 03)
As Paul and Polly looked lost, and because she fancied the former she introduced herself
“Hello, I’m Yvonne”
“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”
“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”
“Hi” he said
“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”
She asked cheerfully
“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”
“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”
They both shook their heads in response.
“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”
Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow
“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.
“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke
“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”
Polly and Paul smiled and the former said
“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”
“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”
“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”
“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”
She thought Polly might be a bit frigid but her star stud and his huge cock were on the bill in V3 and she was confident that would get her warmed up, Callum in action would get a nun wet.
After they watched Polly wander off, there was a bit of an awkward silence and then Yvonne said
“It wasn’t your idea to come here was it Paul?”
“Am I that easy to read?” he asked
“Pretty much” she replied
“Well to tell the truth I’m more of a comfy chair and a good book kind of bloke” Paul admitted “All of this is a bit…. Real”
“Well we have a library” Yvonne said
“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed
“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”
She said and they laughed again
“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.
“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked
“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”
“That encouraging news” he said
“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”
“Thank you Yvonne”
“What a nice lady” he thought “Attractive, funny and normal”
What of course he was not aware of was that the attractive, funny and normal lady was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her habit.
And the next time he saw her was when she returned to the Hotel drunk after being stood up at the Restaurant and he got to find out just how moist she was when he set out to help her to her room and ended up in his bed.
(Part 04)
That night when her Good Samaritan took his duty so seriously that he looked after her right into his bed and gave her a birthday treat was both an end and a beginning.
Paul finally put his divorce behind him and looked only to the future, he sold his Northchapel flat and rented one in Finchbottom so he could visit Yvonne regularly although in truth he rarely slept in it because after her birthday treat with Paul, Yvonne never again shared her former love, Martin Reed, with his wife.
She never forgave him for humiliating her when he stood her up at the restaurant but that wasn’t the sole reason, mainly it was because she had a man half her age keeping her well and truly serviced.
His sister Polly knew that Paul was a regular in Pangmere but she didn’t know just how regular and she never found out who he was seeing for a long time or what he was doing but the one thing she did know for sure was that he wasn’t going to the library, well not just to read anyway.
She was just overjoyed that he was going there and was living his life.
And it was because he was living his life that he was staying at the Pangmere Spa Hotel on Christmas Eve.
It was shortly after lunch, when he saw the weak winter sun settle just above the trees, and he thought to himself and smiled.
“Almost my favourite time of day”
He drew the heavy velvet curtains and walked to the bedside where he quickly undressed, then he pulled back the duvet and crawled into bed.
He hadn’t been there more than fifteen minutes when the door opened and someone entered, he heard footsteps on the carpeted floor, then there was a rustling of fabric and a minute or so later the visitor was in bed cuddled up behind him pressing their naked flesh against his.
Even if he hadn’t been expecting her he would’ve known by the perfume that it was Yvonne.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming” He said “I’m very sleepy now”
“Well I’m going to have to wake you up then” she responded in a whisper and she kissed the back of his neck.
Her lips were soft, like petals on his skin and he felt a stirring and as she continued with her feather light kisses her hand reached around him and was very soon gripping his swelling cock.
“He’s wide awake now” Yvonne said as she tugged expertly on him just as her mouth had reached his ear and her tongue licked and darted.
He broke away from her and turned around and pushed her over onto her back, and as they kissed she continued to play with his shaft.
They stopped kissing and he raised himself up on one elbow and looked down on her in the dim light and admired her body, and although it was the body of a fifty something, he thought it the most beautiful and the view excited him more than any he had ever seen.
(Part 05)
They stopped kissing and he raised himself up on one elbow and looked down on her in the dim light and admired her body, and although it was the body of a fifty something, he thought it the most beautiful and the view excited him more than any he had ever seen.
Her breasts, were to his mind perfect, though not substantial, they were perfections to his eyes and were surmounted by dark rose pink nipples, which sat there inviting him to suckle on them, so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it vigorously and Yvonne emitted a satisfying melodic murmur of approval.
He left her erect and swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant course bush.
His hand dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she breathed deeply in anticipation of his next move.
Paul kissed her again as his hand came to rest on her mound, and Yvonne held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment his finger opened her lips like a paper knife opening a letter and it was instantly immersed in her hot syrupy juice and she moaned in his mouth.
Paul stopped kissing her and pushed two fingers inside her cunny and she let out a coarse rasping moan.
She was biting her lip and her moans had become barometers of her pleasure in response to his fingering of her slippery slit.
Yvonne was becoming excessively vociferous in response to his attention and at the same time she was franticly tugging on his cock.
So having reached the point of no return he fingered her until her face contorted in climax and her thighs closed on his hand.
Paul leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths he caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.
But he stopped kissing her and asked
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Oh yes” she purred
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just have a sleep?” he asked
“You can have a sleep if you want to” she said and pushed him onto his back and then scrambled aboard.
“But me and him aren’t tired”
Yvonne said and quickly impaled her hot mature pussy on him and rode him roughly and all Paul could do was admire her tits swinging in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her ample buttocks.
While his hands were occupied at Yvonne’s rear and his eyes were fixed on her jiggling frontage as she squirmed and writhed on top of him.
It wasn’t long, such was the pace she setting, before she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
Yvonne looked down at him as she coarsely moaned, and then she closed her eyes and came hard and she cried out in a deliciously whorish utterance followed by
“Oh my Godddd”
He had heard that sound so many times and it never failed to spur him on to his own climax.
Yvonne kissed him before she climbed off him and then they both slept.
(Part 06)
Yvonne reluctantly left Paul’s bed but he pulled her back and kissed her passionately.
He didn’t want her to go any more than she wanted to leave so they hugged each other tightly and when she did leave him it was only because she had to return to her room to get ready for dinner with Yvonne and Aidan at The Red Lion in Pangmere.
She would have liked to take Paul with her to dinner but she hadn’t had the courage to tell anyone about him yet, especially not her niece, though she wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed, even though he was half her age.
The restaurant was very busy, but then it often was, but on Christmas Eve it was full to bursting, the food at the Red Lion was excellent and it was very popular.
It was a pleasant evening, Lesley and Aidan were good company and the food was wonderful and it really was a very pleasant way to spend a couple of hours.
Yvonne thought it was just a meal to celebrate Christmas but in between the main course and desert Lesley made an announcement.
“Aidan and I are engaged” she squealed and held out her hand to show off her ring
“That’s wonderful news” Yvonne said and took hold of her hand to admire the ring.
For the next five minutes Yvonne and Lesley talked nonstop and as Aidan couldn’t get a word in edgeways he excused himself to go to the toilet.
Yvonne was so happy and it surprised Lesley just how thrilled she was and she found herself feeling a little guilty about the fact she had had sex in her Aunts office with Aidan earlier that afternoon while Yvonne was upstairs in her lovers Bed.
So while Aidan was in the toilet Lesley said
“You should have invited him”
“Invited who?” Yvonne replied
“You know very well who” Lesley replied with a smile
“I don’t think I do” Yvonne said innocently
“Paul” Lesley said
“Paul who?”
“Paul Russell” Lesley said
“Oh” Yvonne said and after a few moments asked “How did you know?”
“I’m a Makin” she replied and squeezed her Aunts hand but before she had a chance to say anything else Aidan returned.
The conversation returned to the engagement after Aidan returned to the table and continued through desert, coffee and liqueurs.
And as she looked on at the couple, who were so clearly in love and ecstatically happy in each other’s company, she found herself feeling jealous.
Her hearts love, Paul, could have been sat by her side but he was back at the Hotel and she was on her own and all because, although she loved him very much she hadn’t acknowledged their relationship, to her shame.
And as she sat watching a happy couple in love she regretted that she was such a coward.
The love making with him was electric and just thinking about having his cock inside her made her wet but the thing that held her back from telling the world was that she was afraid that he didn’t love her as she did him.
(Part 07)
When Yvonne, Lesley and Aidan got back to the Hotel she kissed her Niece and her fiancé goodnight and went to reception and made a phone call to Paul’s room and in earshot of everyone invited him to her room and then feeling ten feet tall she went up to her suite with her head held high and when she was inside she got herself ready.
About ten minutes later Paul walked up to the door of Yvonne’s room and knocked on the door and when it opened Nanook of the North was standing on the threshold and invited him in from the hallway.
The figure was dressed in a fur hat, long winter coat, with a heavy woolen scarf wrapped around the neck and knee length boots.
“Yvonne?” he said, “What are you doing dressed like that?”
“We walked back from the restaurant and its cold outside” she replied as she closed the door.
“Yes but it’s not cold in here” He pointed out and then she un-wrapped the scarf from around her neck and he took off her fur hat and kissed her forehead.
“No, it’s actually very hot” she said as she sat on a chair and unzipped her boots
“Do the honours?” she said holding out a leg.
He put down the hat on a small table and pulled her boot off to reveal a knee length “practical sock”.
“Now the other one” she said as she held out the other leg
Once he had removed her boots she stood up and was still wearing her overcoat.
“So why did you invite me here?” he asked “A lot of people saw me”
“Good” Yvonne replied
“Good?” he asked “I thought you wanted us to be a secret”
“Not anymore” she said
“So you want everyone to know about us?”
“Yes” she replied “and I want some love”
“You had loving this afternoon” he pointed out
“That was afternoon loving” she responded as she unbuttoned her coat to reveal her beautiful naked breasts with her deep pink nipples standing proud.
The only other thing she had on beneath her coat were the knee length socks and pink M&S knickers.
Yvonne stepped in close and they kissed as his hands slipped inside her coat and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to him.
Her kiss was warm and sensual and every fibre of him tingled.
She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath on his face as she spoke
“I liked the loving”
“So where do you want your love?” he asked.
She kissed his mouth quickly and then took his hand and led him into her bedroom, it was the first time she had taken him to her bed.
Once inside he slipped her coat off and pushed her back against the door and cupped her firm breasts and teased her nipples until they resembled Christmas rosebuds.
Paul fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair as his fingers were grasping at the waistband of her pink knickers.
(Part 08)
His fingers were grasping at the waistband of her pink knickers, so he tugged her M&S pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs and the further her pants descended so did his lips, and as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,
When they had settled around her ankles his face was buried in her lush fragrant bush.
Paul let Yvonne step out of her drawers as he climbed back up her body.
His hands fell on her deliciously firm buttocks as his lips found hers and they kissed again.
Yvonne quickly undressed him until they both stood naked save for her socks, but as he guided her towards the bed she paused when they reached the larger of the two sofas.
“Do it like you love me” she implored.
“What?”
“Pretend just for tonight that you love me” she asked
“I don’t have to pretend Yvonne” he replied and with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into his arms and they kissed.
Then with real urgency she scrambled on to the bed and waited for him, she didn’t have to wait long as he scrambled after her and lay half on and half off of her.
He put his hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated her mouth and they dissolved into a sea of passion.
His hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest.
Yvonne’s hands scratched lightly at his back as his hand crossed her belly and as his fingers combed through her unruly tousled bush he stopped kissing her.
Yvonne looked up at him open mouthed as his digits progressed, and then she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.
Between her parted lips his fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions and their foreheads touched and she panted in his face with each stroke along her creamy crack.
With her eyes closed and her lips pursed his fingering became more frenetic until her body tensed and she gasped.
Paul kissed her hot panting mouth as he maneuvered above her; and she grasped his cock firmly and guided him into her hot creamy cunny.
Yvonne exuded a divinely sensual sound as she received him and her hands were on his buttocks groping and squeezing.
As the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La, when he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her rasping breaths became deeper.
Her panting became erratic, her head rolled and her nails dug into his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm before he gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her over the abyss.
“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed him as he lay on top of her.
“Was that what you had in mind” he asked between his pants
“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh and then with reluctance, he withdrew and rolled off her where in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath the duvet in the afterglow of love making and the comforting warmth of love and then they slept.
Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.
The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, Some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.
Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.
When brother and sister, Paul and Polly Russell drove from Northchapel to Pangmere they were first timers at the House of Fun and Paul was something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce, although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate, and just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and even booked herself in for a two day special, though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.
Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.
But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.
When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.
“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.
“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself
He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.
He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.
His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.
What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.
But it seemed to him to be a curious choice for a week away as he was disinterested and although he didn’t know it, it was an even more curious choice for his sister as she was frigid.
What he wasn’t aware of at that moment in time was that the proprietoress was celebrating her 52nd birthday, an event which would change his life forever.
(Part 02)
On the morning of her 52 birthday as Yvonne approached reception she could feel her lips were still sticky after a brief liaison in her quarters with Martin.
She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visit.
The Chief Superintendent was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife to satisfy.
She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.
He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.
That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.
She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.
What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it.
And with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.
So Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.
When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.
There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.
Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy, but her legs were absolutely stunning.
She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul who was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.
She thought the girl was gorgeous and would certainly have fun if she let herself and the young man was very cute and if she hadn’t been receiving a generous portion of cock from Martin she would have definitely been interested.
(Part 03)
As Paul and Polly looked lost, and because she fancied the former she introduced herself
“Hello, I’m Yvonne”
“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”
“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”
“Hi” he said
“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”
She asked cheerfully
“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”
“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”
They both shook their heads in response.
“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”
Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow
“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.
“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke
“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”
Polly and Paul smiled and the former said
“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”
“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”
“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”
“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”
She thought Polly might be a bit frigid but her star stud and his huge cock were on the bill in V3 and she was confident that would get her warmed up, Callum in action would get a nun wet.
After they watched Polly wander off, there was a bit of an awkward silence and then Yvonne said
“It wasn’t your idea to come here was it Paul?”
“Am I that easy to read?” he asked
“Pretty much” she replied
“Well to tell the truth I’m more of a comfy chair and a good book kind of bloke” Paul admitted “All of this is a bit…. Real”
“Well we have a library” Yvonne said
“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed
“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”
She said and they laughed again
“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.
“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked
“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”
“That encouraging news” he said
“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”
“Thank you Yvonne”
“What a nice lady” he thought “Attractive, funny and normal”
What of course he was not aware of was that the attractive, funny and normal lady was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her habit.
And the next time he saw her was when she returned to the Hotel drunk after being stood up at the Restaurant and he got to find out just how moist she was when he set out to help her to her room and ended up in his bed.
(Part 04)
That night when her Good Samaritan took his duty so seriously that he looked after her right into his bed and gave her a birthday treat was both an end and a beginning.
Paul finally put his divorce behind him and looked only to the future, he sold his Northchapel flat and rented one in Finchbottom so he could visit Yvonne regularly although in truth he rarely slept in it because after her birthday treat with Paul, Yvonne never again shared her former love, Martin Reed, with his wife.
She never forgave him for humiliating her when he stood her up at the restaurant but that wasn’t the sole reason, mainly it was because she had a man half her age keeping her well and truly serviced.
His sister Polly knew that Paul was a regular in Pangmere but she didn’t know just how regular and she never found out who he was seeing for a long time or what he was doing but the one thing she did know for sure was that he wasn’t going to the library, well not just to read anyway.
She was just overjoyed that he was going there and was living his life.
And it was because he was living his life that he was staying at the Pangmere Spa Hotel on Christmas Eve.
It was shortly after lunch, when he saw the weak winter sun settle just above the trees, and he thought to himself and smiled.
“Almost my favourite time of day”
He drew the heavy velvet curtains and walked to the bedside where he quickly undressed, then he pulled back the duvet and crawled into bed.
He hadn’t been there more than fifteen minutes when the door opened and someone entered, he heard footsteps on the carpeted floor, then there was a rustling of fabric and a minute or so later the visitor was in bed cuddled up behind him pressing their naked flesh against his.
Even if he hadn’t been expecting her he would’ve known by the perfume that it was Yvonne.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming” He said “I’m very sleepy now”
“Well I’m going to have to wake you up then” she responded in a whisper and she kissed the back of his neck.
Her lips were soft, like petals on his skin and he felt a stirring and as she continued with her feather light kisses her hand reached around him and was very soon gripping his swelling cock.
“He’s wide awake now” Yvonne said as she tugged expertly on him just as her mouth had reached his ear and her tongue licked and darted.
He broke away from her and turned around and pushed her over onto her back, and as they kissed she continued to play with his shaft.
They stopped kissing and he raised himself up on one elbow and looked down on her in the dim light and admired her body, and although it was the body of a fifty something, he thought it the most beautiful and the view excited him more than any he had ever seen.
(Part 05)
They stopped kissing and he raised himself up on one elbow and looked down on her in the dim light and admired her body, and although it was the body of a fifty something, he thought it the most beautiful and the view excited him more than any he had ever seen.
Her breasts, were to his mind perfect, though not substantial, they were perfections to his eyes and were surmounted by dark rose pink nipples, which sat there inviting him to suckle on them, so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it vigorously and Yvonne emitted a satisfying melodic murmur of approval.
He left her erect and swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant course bush.
His hand dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she breathed deeply in anticipation of his next move.
Paul kissed her again as his hand came to rest on her mound, and Yvonne held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment his finger opened her lips like a paper knife opening a letter and it was instantly immersed in her hot syrupy juice and she moaned in his mouth.
Paul stopped kissing her and pushed two fingers inside her cunny and she let out a coarse rasping moan.
She was biting her lip and her moans had become barometers of her pleasure in response to his fingering of her slippery slit.
Yvonne was becoming excessively vociferous in response to his attention and at the same time she was franticly tugging on his cock.
So having reached the point of no return he fingered her until her face contorted in climax and her thighs closed on his hand.
Paul leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths he caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.
But he stopped kissing her and asked
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Oh yes” she purred
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just have a sleep?” he asked
“You can have a sleep if you want to” she said and pushed him onto his back and then scrambled aboard.
“But me and him aren’t tired”
Yvonne said and quickly impaled her hot mature pussy on him and rode him roughly and all Paul could do was admire her tits swinging in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her ample buttocks.
While his hands were occupied at Yvonne’s rear and his eyes were fixed on her jiggling frontage as she squirmed and writhed on top of him.
It wasn’t long, such was the pace she setting, before she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
Yvonne looked down at him as she coarsely moaned, and then she closed her eyes and came hard and she cried out in a deliciously whorish utterance followed by
“Oh my Godddd”
He had heard that sound so many times and it never failed to spur him on to his own climax.
Yvonne kissed him before she climbed off him and then they both slept.
(Part 06)
Yvonne reluctantly left Paul’s bed but he pulled her back and kissed her passionately.
He didn’t want her to go any more than she wanted to leave so they hugged each other tightly and when she did leave him it was only because she had to return to her room to get ready for dinner with Yvonne and Aidan at The Red Lion in Pangmere.
She would have liked to take Paul with her to dinner but she hadn’t had the courage to tell anyone about him yet, especially not her niece, though she wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed, even though he was half her age.
The restaurant was very busy, but then it often was, but on Christmas Eve it was full to bursting, the food at the Red Lion was excellent and it was very popular.
It was a pleasant evening, Lesley and Aidan were good company and the food was wonderful and it really was a very pleasant way to spend a couple of hours.
Yvonne thought it was just a meal to celebrate Christmas but in between the main course and desert Lesley made an announcement.
“Aidan and I are engaged” she squealed and held out her hand to show off her ring
“That’s wonderful news” Yvonne said and took hold of her hand to admire the ring.
For the next five minutes Yvonne and Lesley talked nonstop and as Aidan couldn’t get a word in edgeways he excused himself to go to the toilet.
Yvonne was so happy and it surprised Lesley just how thrilled she was and she found herself feeling a little guilty about the fact she had had sex in her Aunts office with Aidan earlier that afternoon while Yvonne was upstairs in her lovers Bed.
So while Aidan was in the toilet Lesley said
“You should have invited him”
“Invited who?” Yvonne replied
“You know very well who” Lesley replied with a smile
“I don’t think I do” Yvonne said innocently
“Paul” Lesley said
“Paul who?”
“Paul Russell” Lesley said
“Oh” Yvonne said and after a few moments asked “How did you know?”
“I’m a Makin” she replied and squeezed her Aunts hand but before she had a chance to say anything else Aidan returned.
The conversation returned to the engagement after Aidan returned to the table and continued through desert, coffee and liqueurs.
And as she looked on at the couple, who were so clearly in love and ecstatically happy in each other’s company, she found herself feeling jealous.
Her hearts love, Paul, could have been sat by her side but he was back at the Hotel and she was on her own and all because, although she loved him very much she hadn’t acknowledged their relationship, to her shame.
And as she sat watching a happy couple in love she regretted that she was such a coward.
The love making with him was electric and just thinking about having his cock inside her made her wet but the thing that held her back from telling the world was that she was afraid that he didn’t love her as she did him.
(Part 07)
When Yvonne, Lesley and Aidan got back to the Hotel she kissed her Niece and her fiancé goodnight and went to reception and made a phone call to Paul’s room and in earshot of everyone invited him to her room and then feeling ten feet tall she went up to her suite with her head held high and when she was inside she got herself ready.
About ten minutes later Paul walked up to the door of Yvonne’s room and knocked on the door and when it opened Nanook of the North was standing on the threshold and invited him in from the hallway.
The figure was dressed in a fur hat, long winter coat, with a heavy woolen scarf wrapped around the neck and knee length boots.
“Yvonne?” he said, “What are you doing dressed like that?”
“We walked back from the restaurant and its cold outside” she replied as she closed the door.
“Yes but it’s not cold in here” He pointed out and then she un-wrapped the scarf from around her neck and he took off her fur hat and kissed her forehead.
“No, it’s actually very hot” she said as she sat on a chair and unzipped her boots
“Do the honours?” she said holding out a leg.
He put down the hat on a small table and pulled her boot off to reveal a knee length “practical sock”.
“Now the other one” she said as she held out the other leg
Once he had removed her boots she stood up and was still wearing her overcoat.
“So why did you invite me here?” he asked “A lot of people saw me”
“Good” Yvonne replied
“Good?” he asked “I thought you wanted us to be a secret”
“Not anymore” she said
“So you want everyone to know about us?”
“Yes” she replied “and I want some love”
“You had loving this afternoon” he pointed out
“That was afternoon loving” she responded as she unbuttoned her coat to reveal her beautiful naked breasts with her deep pink nipples standing proud.
The only other thing she had on beneath her coat were the knee length socks and pink M&S knickers.
Yvonne stepped in close and they kissed as his hands slipped inside her coat and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to him.
Her kiss was warm and sensual and every fibre of him tingled.
She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath on his face as she spoke
“I liked the loving”
“So where do you want your love?” he asked.
She kissed his mouth quickly and then took his hand and led him into her bedroom, it was the first time she had taken him to her bed.
Once inside he slipped her coat off and pushed her back against the door and cupped her firm breasts and teased her nipples until they resembled Christmas rosebuds.
Paul fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair as his fingers were grasping at the waistband of her pink knickers.
(Part 08)
His fingers were grasping at the waistband of her pink knickers, so he tugged her M&S pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs and the further her pants descended so did his lips, and as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,
When they had settled around her ankles his face was buried in her lush fragrant bush.
Paul let Yvonne step out of her drawers as he climbed back up her body.
His hands fell on her deliciously firm buttocks as his lips found hers and they kissed again.
Yvonne quickly undressed him until they both stood naked save for her socks, but as he guided her towards the bed she paused when they reached the larger of the two sofas.
“Do it like you love me” she implored.
“What?”
“Pretend just for tonight that you love me” she asked
“I don’t have to pretend Yvonne” he replied and with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into his arms and they kissed.
Then with real urgency she scrambled on to the bed and waited for him, she didn’t have to wait long as he scrambled after her and lay half on and half off of her.
He put his hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated her mouth and they dissolved into a sea of passion.
His hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest.
Yvonne’s hands scratched lightly at his back as his hand crossed her belly and as his fingers combed through her unruly tousled bush he stopped kissing her.
Yvonne looked up at him open mouthed as his digits progressed, and then she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.
Between her parted lips his fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions and their foreheads touched and she panted in his face with each stroke along her creamy crack.
With her eyes closed and her lips pursed his fingering became more frenetic until her body tensed and she gasped.
Paul kissed her hot panting mouth as he maneuvered above her; and she grasped his cock firmly and guided him into her hot creamy cunny.
Yvonne exuded a divinely sensual sound as she received him and her hands were on his buttocks groping and squeezing.
As the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La, when he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her rasping breaths became deeper.
Her panting became erratic, her head rolled and her nails dug into his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm before he gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her over the abyss.
“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed him as he lay on top of her.
“Was that what you had in mind” he asked between his pants
“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh and then with reluctance, he withdrew and rolled off her where in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath the duvet in the afterglow of love making and the comforting warmth of love and then they slept.
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