(Part 01)
Molly Curtis was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she had a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Elliott, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.
When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved cock and cunny in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Paul Barker who was a renowned womaniser who had a big house in the village of Clarence a mile or so from Purplemere.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Paul put it about every bit as much as she did.
Molly had suggested to Sam that a weekend away would be nice, a change of scenery which could only help their relationship, although that wasn’t all that Molly was planning.
She proposed a surprise visit to her cousin’s house on the pretence of using it as a base for a weekend in the Vale, Samantha however saw through this ruse immediately and refused to go.
“You only want to go to Paul’s so you can have unnatural relations with him” she said
“That’s not the reason at all babe” Molly said, “The thought never crossed my mind, honestly”
A long protracted argument ensued and ended with Samantha saying
“You have to promise you won’t have sex with Paul, or I’m not coming”
“Nor am I by the sounds of it” Molly thought to herself
“Ok I promise” she lied
“Cross you heart” Sam insisted
“What?” Molly said “how old you?”
“Just do it” she said
“Alright” she said and made the gesture “Cross my heart”
On the journey down from Abbottsford, Molly was in reflective mood as she mulled over in her mind the different scenarios that might lead to her getting what she wanted from her kissing cousin without Sam finding out.
However when they got to Clarence they found Paul’s house in complete darkness and no sign at all of Paul himself.
The reason for his absence on their arrival was that at that precise moment he was a mile and a half away in a bus shelter snogging a large breasted member of the darts team by the name of Brenda, after a drunken evening in the Rose and Crown.
(Part 02)
When Molly and Samantha arrived at her Cousins house he was a mile and a half away in a bus shelter snogging a large breasted member of the darts team by the name of Brenda, after a drunken evening in the Rose and Crown.
However a snog was all he got from her and he had a long walk home with lover’s balls.
But it appeared to all intents and purposes that Molly Curtis was going to get even less than that from him.
When Paul did finally arrive home nursing his aching balls, he was surprised and pleased to see Molly’s car parked outside the house, he put his hand on the bonnet and it was still barely warm to the touch so he figured it must have been there for a while.
His first thought was to go and find his kissing cousin and she how hot her engine was and ease the ache in his lover’s balls.
The house was in complete darkness so he assumed Molly had already turned in but he knew precisely how to wake her up and what with.
But before he went upstairs to give Molly a thorough wakening he went into the lounge to take his shoes off. But due to a combination of excessive alcohol, the long walk home from his ball aching snog with Brenda, and a ridiculous number of late nights, which had clearly taken their toll on him so when he sat down on the sofa so he promptly fell asleep and woke up in the same place 6 hours later.
When he did wake up he still had the vivid images in his mind of naked lady darts players performing every conceivable sexual act on him and as a result of his sensual dreaming he was sporting a spectacular early riser.
His dawn horn wasn’t the only stiffness he felt when he rose from the sofa but he thought a long hot bath later in the day would sort that out and he had other plans to ease his other stiffness.
But before he went to surprise Molly, Paul stood in the downstairs bathroom trying to piss, not easily achieved with a significant boner, he found adopting the ski jumper stance was the most effective but by no means fool proof.
He thought he would have to mop that mess up later in the day.
Once he had finished he looked down at his erection
“So what are we going to do with you?” he said
The leading contender was of course Molly who was A) a nice comfortable shag, red hot and horny and B) in the house at that very moment, red hot and horny.
“She’ll do,” he said and quickly undressed, had a wash in the sink, cleaned his teeth, rinsed with mouthwash and squirted liberally with deodorant and then addressing his erection, said
“Now let’s go for a spot of borderline incest”
(Part 03)
He crept upstairs to the spare room and slipped into bed, Molly was lying on her side with her back to him so he cuddled up and spooned her.
“Mmmmm” she murmured as he nuzzled her neck and slid his hand round on to her breast.
As he toyed and teased her nipple he kissed her skin and breathed in her perfume, which was an unfamiliar fragrance.
He moved his hand swiftly down her belly and she parted her thighs in anticipation of his digits arrival.
“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer and then were awash between her freshly waxed lips.
“Good old Moll” he thought always keen as mustard
It didn’t take much attention from his fingers to get her to the edge of the abyss and before very long she reached around and took hold of him and guided his erection roughly inside her and she buried her face in the pillow to supress the animal grunts that escaped her as he fully entered her.
Similar grunts followed on receipt of each subsequent penetration until she let out a deeper muffled grunt and she went rigid as she came a fraction sooner than he.
She relaxed and they lay still for a moment enjoying the afterglow until he patted her arse, kissed her shoulder and withdrew.
“I’ll see you later babe” he said
“Mmmmm” she murmured
Paul slipped out of bed and left the room, his manhood still wet from its outing and to his surprise he met Molly coming the other way, wrapped in a damp towel.
Paul did a double take, “how the hell did she get out of the room before me” he thought.
Molly didn’t speak at first, she just looked at Paul and then his wet semi hard cock, then at Paul again and then back to his shrivelling dick.
“You just fucked Samantha,” she said accusingly
“While I was taking a bath, you fucked Samantha” and then she laughed.
“I thought it was you,” he said in his defence
“You didn’t notice anything different?” Molly asked
“It wasn’t your usual perfume” he replied
“Really?” she said inquisitively “You noticed my perfume was different but you didn’t notice the fact I’d grown a huge arse”
“That’s not a very nice thing to say about your friend,” Paul said reproachfully
“She’s not my friend, she’s my girlfriend” Molly corrected him
“Ah” He uttered “I just thought you’d filled out a bit”
“Filled out a bit, filled out a bit,” she repeated disbelievingly
“How could you not tell I’d grown two dress sizes?”
She said and punched him on the arm but then she was laughing again
“Her arse is much bigger than mine” she reiterated and punched him again then she looked at his droopy cock again.
“Isn’t it?” She asked forcefully and Paul nodded
Molly disposed of her towel and displayed her wares in front of him, her amazing tits, flat belly and hairless pussy.
“Just to remind you what a tidy body looks like” Molly said and then she knelt down in front of him and took his greasy cock in her mouth and removed every last trace of Samantha from him and sucked him back to life, then she stood up and kissed him.
“Did you know that Samantha told me I couldn’t fuck you this weekend,” she said cocking a thumb in the direction of the spare room “And then she goes and gets fucked instead”
“Well, all bets are off now” she said as she gripped his shaft and led Paul like a bull to slaughter into his bedroom.
“Now it’s time for the real Molly Curtis to get some cock”
Friday, 24 March 2017
Thursday, 23 March 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (009) In Funereal Finery
One of the inevitable side effects of getting older is that you seem to attend more and more funerals with every passing year, which is ironically just part of life, but for me funerals have had a profoundly erotic effect upon me ever since the incident that occurred on the morning of my grandfather’s funeral in 1963 when I was just 13 years old.
We were all staying at my grandparent’s home in Childean and it was a full house so I took the chance amidst the hustle and bustle to sneak into my Aunt Julie’s bedroom while she was having a bath so I could go in her handbag and pinch a couple of cigarettes.
But she finished in the bathroom sooner than I anticipated, so not wishing to get in trouble for stealing I hid in the wardrobe instead.
I was hoping she had just forgotten something and wouldn’t be long and would return to the bathroom but she didn’t so I just waited and watched her.
She was sitting on the bed as she dried her long brown hair which was very boring and I thought about stepping out and confessing but then she stood up and I watched her as she turned her back to me and began drying her curvaceous body with a large bath sheet but she offered tantalizing glimpses of what was hidden from view and all of a sudden I was sporting a serious woody.
I carried on watching as my stork grew until the moment she turned around and threw the towel on the bed and I saw the first naked woman of my life.
My eyes were like saucers as they were drawn first to her great globular breasts, surmounted by erect pink teats and then down to the fluffy curly brown triangle and as I fidgeted in the closet I came in my pants.
Even after I’d shot my load it didn’t stop me looking at her as she began to dress, first she put on her black suspender belt around her narrow waist and then pulled on a pair of black silk French drawers.
Aunt Julie did each item deliciously slowly just as if she knew she was playing to an appreciative audience.
Next she sat on the bed and pulled on the first of her seamed black stocking up her long slender leg and as she leant forward to fasten the suspender her breasts hung voluptuously then at the same slow deliberate pace she repeated the process for the second stocking.
Aunt Julie stood up after fastening the second suspender and seemed to look straight at me and smiled before she harnessed her large round breasts in a black lacy construction.
And when she had finished fastening her bra I saw the image to which every woman would be subsequently compared for the rest of my life.
The addition of an under slip did not diminish my appreciation of her but when the dress went on I knew the show was over.
I had to continue to wait in the closet with sticky pants for another 25 minutes after she finished dressing while she applied her makeup and only when she finally went downstairs could I escape my hiding place and change my pants.
As I got to the door I looked back towards the wardrobe and I could see the reason I thought she was looking at me and smiling because next to the wardrobe door was a full-length mirror.
That day stamped a mark on me that has lasted a lifetime and now whenever I see a woman in Funereal Finery I get aroused.
Most of my sexual triumphs over the years have occurred as a result of meeting women at funerals.
At Aunt Julie’s wake under the pretence of consoling her I managed to seduce her daughter Elaine, of course the underwear was different, tights instead of Stockings, satin instead of silk a thong instead of French drawers.
But the contents were every inch the likeness of her mothers.
I suppose I should feel shame for what I’ve done, exploiting the vulnerable at their time of grief but I don’t and I even attend the funerals of people I don’t even know just to meet women.
We were all staying at my grandparent’s home in Childean and it was a full house so I took the chance amidst the hustle and bustle to sneak into my Aunt Julie’s bedroom while she was having a bath so I could go in her handbag and pinch a couple of cigarettes.
But she finished in the bathroom sooner than I anticipated, so not wishing to get in trouble for stealing I hid in the wardrobe instead.
I was hoping she had just forgotten something and wouldn’t be long and would return to the bathroom but she didn’t so I just waited and watched her.
She was sitting on the bed as she dried her long brown hair which was very boring and I thought about stepping out and confessing but then she stood up and I watched her as she turned her back to me and began drying her curvaceous body with a large bath sheet but she offered tantalizing glimpses of what was hidden from view and all of a sudden I was sporting a serious woody.
I carried on watching as my stork grew until the moment she turned around and threw the towel on the bed and I saw the first naked woman of my life.
My eyes were like saucers as they were drawn first to her great globular breasts, surmounted by erect pink teats and then down to the fluffy curly brown triangle and as I fidgeted in the closet I came in my pants.
Even after I’d shot my load it didn’t stop me looking at her as she began to dress, first she put on her black suspender belt around her narrow waist and then pulled on a pair of black silk French drawers.
Aunt Julie did each item deliciously slowly just as if she knew she was playing to an appreciative audience.
Next she sat on the bed and pulled on the first of her seamed black stocking up her long slender leg and as she leant forward to fasten the suspender her breasts hung voluptuously then at the same slow deliberate pace she repeated the process for the second stocking.
Aunt Julie stood up after fastening the second suspender and seemed to look straight at me and smiled before she harnessed her large round breasts in a black lacy construction.
And when she had finished fastening her bra I saw the image to which every woman would be subsequently compared for the rest of my life.
The addition of an under slip did not diminish my appreciation of her but when the dress went on I knew the show was over.
I had to continue to wait in the closet with sticky pants for another 25 minutes after she finished dressing while she applied her makeup and only when she finally went downstairs could I escape my hiding place and change my pants.
As I got to the door I looked back towards the wardrobe and I could see the reason I thought she was looking at me and smiling because next to the wardrobe door was a full-length mirror.
That day stamped a mark on me that has lasted a lifetime and now whenever I see a woman in Funereal Finery I get aroused.
Most of my sexual triumphs over the years have occurred as a result of meeting women at funerals.
At Aunt Julie’s wake under the pretence of consoling her I managed to seduce her daughter Elaine, of course the underwear was different, tights instead of Stockings, satin instead of silk a thong instead of French drawers.
But the contents were every inch the likeness of her mothers.
I suppose I should feel shame for what I’ve done, exploiting the vulnerable at their time of grief but I don’t and I even attend the funerals of people I don’t even know just to meet women.
Wednesday, 22 March 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (008) Just Being Neighbourly
(Part 01)
When it all began, Leon Watson lived in a detached house in Dulcet Green with his wife of 25 years, Mary.
Although in truth that was stretching a point, it wasn’t so much living, it would perhaps have been more accurately described as an existence.
That was because Leon and Mary lived completely separate lives, they had separate bedrooms and had totally different interests, and different circles of friends, and by that stage they might just as well have been strangers.
In fact Leon didn’t really know why they stayed together, laziness perhaps.
They had no children, no pets and not even a single friend in common and they only had sex on special occasions which in Leon’s opinion was the only special thing about it.
If they’d had an ounce of common sense between them they would have divorced long before they reached 25 years, but Mary believed marriage was a lifetime commitment or more precisely a life sentence.
That didn’t mean anything to him, what kept him in the marriage though was that although he had long since stopped loving his wife he really loved the house.
And what happened just before Easter would lead to something that would make Leon love the house even more.
It was when Leon’s next door neighbours, The Brown’s moved to Cheltenham, he was something in the foreign office and he was offered a two year secondment to GCHQ.
The Brown’s decided to rent the house out in the short term and then they would sell it later should the secondment end up becoming a permanent position.
So it was on a warm day in May when the new tenants moved in to the house next door.
The house had been rented by two elderly sisters, the Miss Brackhampton-Finch’s, who were retired colonial missionary types returning to Downshire after working for many years in China.
And in addition to the two old biddies they brought with them, a live in cook housekeeper who was a dowdy and frumpish looking woman of indeterminate age who by outward appearance could have been anything between 25 and 35 years old with mousy hair and functional spectacles.
Leon noticed them move in as he was working from home, which he did at least 3 days a week, more when he could get away with it, which he was able to do quite often because he was a freelance architect.
So it was due to his “working from home” that he got to see them move in and the reason he would eventually get to know the frump.
In truth although Leon worked from home he seldom spent more than a couple of hours a day actually working.
This less than productive work ethic enabled him to spend more time doing what he loved to do, reading, listening to music, watching films and making sure the gardeners did a proper job, in fact pretty much anything that wasn’t actually working.
He always got up early every morning and cracked on with his work early doors and achieved his modest goal by about 11.00, always keeping some in hand that he could do during the evening and therefore avoid having to speak to Mary any more than was necessary.
Finishing his work early also allowed him to make himself useful in a small way to the new neighbours, well to the frump in any case, which in truth mainly involved his sitting in the Brackhampton-Finch’s kitchen drinking the frump’s excellent coffee.
The frump’s real name was Pauline Boyle and she was an Australian girl who had started working for the Brackhampton-Finch’s when they lived in China.
When they announced their plans to return to England because Pauline was such a good housekeeper and such an excellent cook they asked her to move with them and even offered to pay her passage to the UK on the proviso that she remained with them for a minimum of two years.
As she had always wanted to travel to England so she accepted because she knew she would never be able to do it otherwise.
(Part 02)
Leon got on well with Pauline in the short time she had been his neighbour, chatting over the kitchen table drinking her excellent coffee, but not quite as well as he was about too.
The summer was well underway when one day after he had achieved his meagre work target he walked out into the garden and over the fence he saw Pauline dancing on the patio with a large glass of wine in her hand.
“Are you having a party?” he shouted over the fence on the hot June afternoon.
“Sort of” she replied “come and join me Leon”
“Ok” he said and walked around to the back gate
“So what’s the occasion?” he asked when he reached the patio and she poured him a glass of wine
“The Brackhampton-Finch’s have gone to Canterbury for an ecumenical council meeting” Pauline replied
She had clearly had more than the one glass of wine as she failed quite spectacularly to say ecumenical.
“And they’re clearly not coming back today” Leon said
“No” Pauline said “the day after tomorrow”
It was the first time he had seen Pauline so relaxed, but then he was well aware that an excess of alcohol will do that.
The Miss Brackhampton-Finch’s were very old fashioned and Pauline had to keep herself covered at all times with no hint of femininity visible or God forbid any hint of sexuality.
But to counteract this Pauline had a unique way of levelling the playing field so to speak which he was to find out about in due course.
However as the sisters were away which was why on that summer’s afternoon she was wearing a dress which showed off a figure that was hitherto unrecognised, unnoticed or even hinted at.
By late afternoon the combination of too much wine and too much sun found the two of them dancing on the patio to the dulcet tones of Barbara Streisand singing “The way we were”
But by the time Neil Diamond began to croon “Love on the rocks” Pauline was nibbling vigorously on his ear.
His immediate reaction was that he should nip it in the bud, he was a married man after all, albeit unhappily, and she was very much the worse for drink.
So he pulled his ear out of reach of her mouth and occupied it otherwise by kissing it which she reciprocated immediately in a wet slavery drink induced snog.
Leon knew it was wrong and he knew the right thing to do was to stop, but it was a hot day, he was merry, and very, very horny and as he hadn’t had any kind of sexual encounter with anywhere near that level of passion for more years than he could remember.
So instead of stopping proceedings he started fondling her not insubstantial breasts through the fabric of her dress which made her kissing even more wet and slavery.
“Stop now” he said to himself “while you still can, stop before you pass the point of no return”
But he didn’t listen and then he reached around her back and deftly pulled down the zipper on her dress instead.
In response she disengaged her mouth from his and let the dress fall to the floor to reveal some very unchristian underwear in red satin with black lace trim.
Then she began kissing him again even more fervently and so he immediately tried to undo her bra, but she stopped him abruptly.
“No” she shouted and Leon cursed himself for going too far too quickly.
”Not here” she said and then she took hold of his hand and led him through the French doors into the dining room.
Once inside she reached around her back and unhooked her bra herself and playfully threw it at his face.
“Now you can carry on” she said and he happily complied
Leon cupped her great white breasts and then pushed her backwards against the Brackhampton-Finch’s mahogany dining table.
He slid his hands up the backs of her thighs until he reached the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks, which he caressed and squeezed before he pulled her knickers off her cheeks and then he seated her on the table so he could completely remove her pants.
And no sooner had he slipped them off her ankles she was dragging his cock from his shorts.
She gave him a few encouraging tugs and then she lay back and let him penetrated her on the expensive mahogany dining table which he did with vigour until her hoarse scream rang out on the balmy June air.
(Part 03)
After he had sullied her on the Mahogany Dining table, they lay together in the afterglow on one of the Brackhampton-Finch sister’s many Chinese rugs and she told him how, to make up for her drab and dreary exterior she chose to wear very exotic underwear, the sexier or sluttier the better.
She also told him how when an elderly Bishop friend of the sisters was invited for afternoon tea, Pauline served it to his grace wearing stockings, suspenders and crotch less panties.
That was extraordinary behaviour for someone in a Christian household though as she was not a Christian herself it was not as bad.
They had another glass of wine as the lay on the rug in the dining room until she noticed that life was returning to his flaccid organ.
“Would you like to come to my room and look at my knicker collection?” she suggested “I think your friend does”
“If he’s interested then count me in” Leon replied
When they stood up she looked across at the dining table and laughed
“What’s so funny?” he asked
“That’s going to take some polishing” she replied pointing at the sticky patch of their joint contributions that looked like a giant snail trail.
Their next joint contributions were left on Paula’s bed linen.
Which was where he left Paula sleeping when he went home in time to have dinner with his darling wife.
As it turned out he needn’t have bothered because she called to say she was eating out and wouldn’t be back until late.
So he put a frozen dinner in the microwave and had a shower and a shave, then he ate his dinner in front of the TV and was back inside the Brackhampton-Finch’s ten minutes later and back inside Paula ten minutes after that.
That hot sensual June afternoon was the first of many sexual encounters between Leon and Pauline either in the Brackhampton-Finch’s house when they were out or at Leon’s when he was working at home and she had her days off.
They discussed at length how to employ a simple signalling system, to indicate their availability but after many and various suggestion they favoured the one where she would hang her scarlet satin knickers in her bedroom window to show that the coast was clear and she was ready for action.
But in the end she decided that a text would suffice along the lines of
“I’m horny come and fuck me”
The exact wording varied but that was the gist.
Paula felt no guilt for her wanton behaviour and Leon felt no guilt for that first day for what they did or any of the subsequent occasions, after all to his way of thinking he was just being neighbourly.
When it all began, Leon Watson lived in a detached house in Dulcet Green with his wife of 25 years, Mary.
Although in truth that was stretching a point, it wasn’t so much living, it would perhaps have been more accurately described as an existence.
That was because Leon and Mary lived completely separate lives, they had separate bedrooms and had totally different interests, and different circles of friends, and by that stage they might just as well have been strangers.
In fact Leon didn’t really know why they stayed together, laziness perhaps.
They had no children, no pets and not even a single friend in common and they only had sex on special occasions which in Leon’s opinion was the only special thing about it.
If they’d had an ounce of common sense between them they would have divorced long before they reached 25 years, but Mary believed marriage was a lifetime commitment or more precisely a life sentence.
That didn’t mean anything to him, what kept him in the marriage though was that although he had long since stopped loving his wife he really loved the house.
And what happened just before Easter would lead to something that would make Leon love the house even more.
It was when Leon’s next door neighbours, The Brown’s moved to Cheltenham, he was something in the foreign office and he was offered a two year secondment to GCHQ.
The Brown’s decided to rent the house out in the short term and then they would sell it later should the secondment end up becoming a permanent position.
So it was on a warm day in May when the new tenants moved in to the house next door.
The house had been rented by two elderly sisters, the Miss Brackhampton-Finch’s, who were retired colonial missionary types returning to Downshire after working for many years in China.
And in addition to the two old biddies they brought with them, a live in cook housekeeper who was a dowdy and frumpish looking woman of indeterminate age who by outward appearance could have been anything between 25 and 35 years old with mousy hair and functional spectacles.
Leon noticed them move in as he was working from home, which he did at least 3 days a week, more when he could get away with it, which he was able to do quite often because he was a freelance architect.
So it was due to his “working from home” that he got to see them move in and the reason he would eventually get to know the frump.
In truth although Leon worked from home he seldom spent more than a couple of hours a day actually working.
This less than productive work ethic enabled him to spend more time doing what he loved to do, reading, listening to music, watching films and making sure the gardeners did a proper job, in fact pretty much anything that wasn’t actually working.
He always got up early every morning and cracked on with his work early doors and achieved his modest goal by about 11.00, always keeping some in hand that he could do during the evening and therefore avoid having to speak to Mary any more than was necessary.
Finishing his work early also allowed him to make himself useful in a small way to the new neighbours, well to the frump in any case, which in truth mainly involved his sitting in the Brackhampton-Finch’s kitchen drinking the frump’s excellent coffee.
The frump’s real name was Pauline Boyle and she was an Australian girl who had started working for the Brackhampton-Finch’s when they lived in China.
When they announced their plans to return to England because Pauline was such a good housekeeper and such an excellent cook they asked her to move with them and even offered to pay her passage to the UK on the proviso that she remained with them for a minimum of two years.
As she had always wanted to travel to England so she accepted because she knew she would never be able to do it otherwise.
(Part 02)
Leon got on well with Pauline in the short time she had been his neighbour, chatting over the kitchen table drinking her excellent coffee, but not quite as well as he was about too.
The summer was well underway when one day after he had achieved his meagre work target he walked out into the garden and over the fence he saw Pauline dancing on the patio with a large glass of wine in her hand.
“Are you having a party?” he shouted over the fence on the hot June afternoon.
“Sort of” she replied “come and join me Leon”
“Ok” he said and walked around to the back gate
“So what’s the occasion?” he asked when he reached the patio and she poured him a glass of wine
“The Brackhampton-Finch’s have gone to Canterbury for an ecumenical council meeting” Pauline replied
She had clearly had more than the one glass of wine as she failed quite spectacularly to say ecumenical.
“And they’re clearly not coming back today” Leon said
“No” Pauline said “the day after tomorrow”
It was the first time he had seen Pauline so relaxed, but then he was well aware that an excess of alcohol will do that.
The Miss Brackhampton-Finch’s were very old fashioned and Pauline had to keep herself covered at all times with no hint of femininity visible or God forbid any hint of sexuality.
But to counteract this Pauline had a unique way of levelling the playing field so to speak which he was to find out about in due course.
However as the sisters were away which was why on that summer’s afternoon she was wearing a dress which showed off a figure that was hitherto unrecognised, unnoticed or even hinted at.
By late afternoon the combination of too much wine and too much sun found the two of them dancing on the patio to the dulcet tones of Barbara Streisand singing “The way we were”
But by the time Neil Diamond began to croon “Love on the rocks” Pauline was nibbling vigorously on his ear.
His immediate reaction was that he should nip it in the bud, he was a married man after all, albeit unhappily, and she was very much the worse for drink.
So he pulled his ear out of reach of her mouth and occupied it otherwise by kissing it which she reciprocated immediately in a wet slavery drink induced snog.
Leon knew it was wrong and he knew the right thing to do was to stop, but it was a hot day, he was merry, and very, very horny and as he hadn’t had any kind of sexual encounter with anywhere near that level of passion for more years than he could remember.
So instead of stopping proceedings he started fondling her not insubstantial breasts through the fabric of her dress which made her kissing even more wet and slavery.
“Stop now” he said to himself “while you still can, stop before you pass the point of no return”
But he didn’t listen and then he reached around her back and deftly pulled down the zipper on her dress instead.
In response she disengaged her mouth from his and let the dress fall to the floor to reveal some very unchristian underwear in red satin with black lace trim.
Then she began kissing him again even more fervently and so he immediately tried to undo her bra, but she stopped him abruptly.
“No” she shouted and Leon cursed himself for going too far too quickly.
”Not here” she said and then she took hold of his hand and led him through the French doors into the dining room.
Once inside she reached around her back and unhooked her bra herself and playfully threw it at his face.
“Now you can carry on” she said and he happily complied
Leon cupped her great white breasts and then pushed her backwards against the Brackhampton-Finch’s mahogany dining table.
He slid his hands up the backs of her thighs until he reached the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks, which he caressed and squeezed before he pulled her knickers off her cheeks and then he seated her on the table so he could completely remove her pants.
And no sooner had he slipped them off her ankles she was dragging his cock from his shorts.
She gave him a few encouraging tugs and then she lay back and let him penetrated her on the expensive mahogany dining table which he did with vigour until her hoarse scream rang out on the balmy June air.
(Part 03)
After he had sullied her on the Mahogany Dining table, they lay together in the afterglow on one of the Brackhampton-Finch sister’s many Chinese rugs and she told him how, to make up for her drab and dreary exterior she chose to wear very exotic underwear, the sexier or sluttier the better.
She also told him how when an elderly Bishop friend of the sisters was invited for afternoon tea, Pauline served it to his grace wearing stockings, suspenders and crotch less panties.
That was extraordinary behaviour for someone in a Christian household though as she was not a Christian herself it was not as bad.
They had another glass of wine as the lay on the rug in the dining room until she noticed that life was returning to his flaccid organ.
“Would you like to come to my room and look at my knicker collection?” she suggested “I think your friend does”
“If he’s interested then count me in” Leon replied
When they stood up she looked across at the dining table and laughed
“What’s so funny?” he asked
“That’s going to take some polishing” she replied pointing at the sticky patch of their joint contributions that looked like a giant snail trail.
Their next joint contributions were left on Paula’s bed linen.
Which was where he left Paula sleeping when he went home in time to have dinner with his darling wife.
As it turned out he needn’t have bothered because she called to say she was eating out and wouldn’t be back until late.
So he put a frozen dinner in the microwave and had a shower and a shave, then he ate his dinner in front of the TV and was back inside the Brackhampton-Finch’s ten minutes later and back inside Paula ten minutes after that.
That hot sensual June afternoon was the first of many sexual encounters between Leon and Pauline either in the Brackhampton-Finch’s house when they were out or at Leon’s when he was working at home and she had her days off.
They discussed at length how to employ a simple signalling system, to indicate their availability but after many and various suggestion they favoured the one where she would hang her scarlet satin knickers in her bedroom window to show that the coast was clear and she was ready for action.
But in the end she decided that a text would suffice along the lines of
“I’m horny come and fuck me”
The exact wording varied but that was the gist.
Paula felt no guilt for her wanton behaviour and Leon felt no guilt for that first day for what they did or any of the subsequent occasions, after all to his way of thinking he was just being neighbourly.
Tuesday, 21 March 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (007) The Mysterious Case of the Bottle Blonde
(Part 01)
Emma Chambers was what would once have been called a bottle blonde, she was also a three time divorcee and one time widow and she was just the wrong side of fifty, but despite her age she filled a sweater very well indeed and her well-shaped arse was tailor made for tight jeans which she rarely failed to occupy to maximum effect and managed to please any man with a connoisseur’s eye.
One such man was Mark Aldridge who found her form very pleasing to his lecherous eye and in addition to her obvious assets she also had the added attraction of an all pervading sensuous musky perfume which when he got in close proximity to her he found extremely arousing.
Emma was a close friend of Mark’s wife Sue, and it was because of Emma that the Aldridge’s and she were at Clayton Manor for the murder mystery weekend in the first place for Sue’s birthday treat.
The Clayton Manor Hotel was situated in the village of Clayton tucked away in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale.
It was once the home a wealthy Downshire family but like so many similar great houses in the county it fell into disuse as the fortunes of the owners suffered after the Great War.
It had had many reincarnations since then and had been used for many things over the years but it wasn’t until the 80s that it became The Clayton Manor Hotel.
But things had got tough in the hotel trade with the success of Travelodge, Premier Inn and Holiday Inn Express and so places like the Clayton Manor needed to offer something extra to attract the guests.
So they put on novelty weekends, one of which was the Murder Mystery weekend.
It was something that appealed very much to Sue and she was really looking forward to it, and so was Emma.
It wasn’t Mark’s cup of tea and even if it was up his street it was far too rich for his blood which was why the merry widow stumped up the cash.
He and Sue had known Emma for some time and they often went on trips and outings together.
It suited him very well as the women entertained each other leaving him free to entertain himself, usually on the Golf course and of course he got to enjoy the spectacular view of Emma’s rolling hills.
On these outings he was often preoccupied with his ponderings over whether the contents of Emma’s sweater were real or manmade and what her natural hair colour was.
He was certain of one thing however and that was that the hair on her muff wouldn’t be bottle blonde.
On Saturday morning Mark’s lascivious gaze was rewarded firstly by following on behind her exquisitely tailored arse all the way from their rooms to the dining room and then a long lingering view down her low cut top at her spectacular breasts.
As the three of them spent most of the morning together he had many more opportunities to ogle his wife’s friend and the memory of the prolonged view of her tits and arse severely affected his game as he spent the afternoon on the golf course.
On the Saturday night Mark had to endure the Murder Mystery and was rather bored, fortunately he was rescued from the boredom by Emma who had far too much to drink and was forced to retire early.
However Sue was enjoying the entertainment far too much and didn’t want to miss the conclusion to the mystery so it was left to Mark to help the drunken Emma up to her room.
(Part 02)
All weekend Mark had taken every opportunity to enjoy the view of her abundant goodies as she had been wearing a selection of figure hugging outfits as well as her customary jeans and sweaters but as he guided her along the corridor to her room on Saturday night she was wearing a dress and as he struggled with her through the fire doors there was every chance she might fall out of it.
“Here’s hoping” he thought to himself
When they reached Emma’s room he had to prop her up against the wall.
“Just stand there” he said and then used her key card to open the door.
Once he got her through the door into the room however she suddenly regained her senses and pounced on him, taking him completely by surprise and knocking him backwards onto the bed.
As he lay on the bed like an upturned turtle desperately trying to get back to his feet he looked up at her and she gave him a leery smile before jumping on the bed and straddling him.
“What’s going on?” Mark asked “you can’t do this”
“Stop complaining” Emma ordered “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think nobodies looking”
And she planted a wet alcohol tasting kiss on his mouth which silenced his protests and as her eager tongue poked and probed around his mouth he grabbed her ample arse with both hands and as he groped and needed her fleshy cheeks he thought they felt as good as they looked.
This action Emma took as a sign of submission to her assault so she sat up and unzipped the back of her dress and said
“These are what you’ve been waiting to see”
And then she let the front of her dress fall away to expose her white globular breasts which caused his hands to switch their alliance from buttocks to breasts.
Her mouth returned to his and her serpent like tongue went to work as he teased and toyed with her nipple.
And while her tongue was busy in her mouth her hands busied themselves releasing his he swollen cock from his trousers.
Mission accomplished she climbed off him and wriggled free from her dress and as she stood beside the bed wearing only a pair of black knickers she looked at him with a lustful leer and divested herself of her drawers as well, and then she remounted Mark, only this time she slid her hot eager pussy down his waiting shaft.
As he redressed, he looked down at Emma’s smiling panting body lying naked in her disgrace when she let out a satisfied sigh.
As Mark reached the door he turned to look back at her and he knew she had been no drunker than he was but he was glad he had to escort her to her room.
“I think I’m going to have a headache in the morning”
She said
“And I think I will have just the medicine for you”
He replied and left the room and as he did he knew the contents of Emma’s sweater were indeed all hers and that she was naturally brunette.
When Mark got back to the drawing room he found Sue sitting and talking to one of the actors and when they had finished Sue asked.
“Have you seen to her?”
“Yes dear” He replied “you can definitely consider her seen to”
“Thanks darling” she said and kissed his cheek. “You’re such a good husband”
“Well I know she’s a good friend Sue” he said “but I wasn’t going to let her to spoil your birthday”
“I love you Mark” she said and kissed him again
“Well let’s just make sure she remains a friend” he said to himself “because I want to be a frequent flyer on the Emma Chambers passion express”
Emma Chambers was what would once have been called a bottle blonde, she was also a three time divorcee and one time widow and she was just the wrong side of fifty, but despite her age she filled a sweater very well indeed and her well-shaped arse was tailor made for tight jeans which she rarely failed to occupy to maximum effect and managed to please any man with a connoisseur’s eye.
One such man was Mark Aldridge who found her form very pleasing to his lecherous eye and in addition to her obvious assets she also had the added attraction of an all pervading sensuous musky perfume which when he got in close proximity to her he found extremely arousing.
Emma was a close friend of Mark’s wife Sue, and it was because of Emma that the Aldridge’s and she were at Clayton Manor for the murder mystery weekend in the first place for Sue’s birthday treat.
The Clayton Manor Hotel was situated in the village of Clayton tucked away in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale.
It was once the home a wealthy Downshire family but like so many similar great houses in the county it fell into disuse as the fortunes of the owners suffered after the Great War.
It had had many reincarnations since then and had been used for many things over the years but it wasn’t until the 80s that it became The Clayton Manor Hotel.
But things had got tough in the hotel trade with the success of Travelodge, Premier Inn and Holiday Inn Express and so places like the Clayton Manor needed to offer something extra to attract the guests.
So they put on novelty weekends, one of which was the Murder Mystery weekend.
It was something that appealed very much to Sue and she was really looking forward to it, and so was Emma.
It wasn’t Mark’s cup of tea and even if it was up his street it was far too rich for his blood which was why the merry widow stumped up the cash.
He and Sue had known Emma for some time and they often went on trips and outings together.
It suited him very well as the women entertained each other leaving him free to entertain himself, usually on the Golf course and of course he got to enjoy the spectacular view of Emma’s rolling hills.
On these outings he was often preoccupied with his ponderings over whether the contents of Emma’s sweater were real or manmade and what her natural hair colour was.
He was certain of one thing however and that was that the hair on her muff wouldn’t be bottle blonde.
On Saturday morning Mark’s lascivious gaze was rewarded firstly by following on behind her exquisitely tailored arse all the way from their rooms to the dining room and then a long lingering view down her low cut top at her spectacular breasts.
As the three of them spent most of the morning together he had many more opportunities to ogle his wife’s friend and the memory of the prolonged view of her tits and arse severely affected his game as he spent the afternoon on the golf course.
On the Saturday night Mark had to endure the Murder Mystery and was rather bored, fortunately he was rescued from the boredom by Emma who had far too much to drink and was forced to retire early.
However Sue was enjoying the entertainment far too much and didn’t want to miss the conclusion to the mystery so it was left to Mark to help the drunken Emma up to her room.
(Part 02)
All weekend Mark had taken every opportunity to enjoy the view of her abundant goodies as she had been wearing a selection of figure hugging outfits as well as her customary jeans and sweaters but as he guided her along the corridor to her room on Saturday night she was wearing a dress and as he struggled with her through the fire doors there was every chance she might fall out of it.
“Here’s hoping” he thought to himself
When they reached Emma’s room he had to prop her up against the wall.
“Just stand there” he said and then used her key card to open the door.
Once he got her through the door into the room however she suddenly regained her senses and pounced on him, taking him completely by surprise and knocking him backwards onto the bed.
As he lay on the bed like an upturned turtle desperately trying to get back to his feet he looked up at her and she gave him a leery smile before jumping on the bed and straddling him.
“What’s going on?” Mark asked “you can’t do this”
“Stop complaining” Emma ordered “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think nobodies looking”
And she planted a wet alcohol tasting kiss on his mouth which silenced his protests and as her eager tongue poked and probed around his mouth he grabbed her ample arse with both hands and as he groped and needed her fleshy cheeks he thought they felt as good as they looked.
This action Emma took as a sign of submission to her assault so she sat up and unzipped the back of her dress and said
“These are what you’ve been waiting to see”
And then she let the front of her dress fall away to expose her white globular breasts which caused his hands to switch their alliance from buttocks to breasts.
Her mouth returned to his and her serpent like tongue went to work as he teased and toyed with her nipple.
And while her tongue was busy in her mouth her hands busied themselves releasing his he swollen cock from his trousers.
Mission accomplished she climbed off him and wriggled free from her dress and as she stood beside the bed wearing only a pair of black knickers she looked at him with a lustful leer and divested herself of her drawers as well, and then she remounted Mark, only this time she slid her hot eager pussy down his waiting shaft.
As he redressed, he looked down at Emma’s smiling panting body lying naked in her disgrace when she let out a satisfied sigh.
As Mark reached the door he turned to look back at her and he knew she had been no drunker than he was but he was glad he had to escort her to her room.
“I think I’m going to have a headache in the morning”
She said
“And I think I will have just the medicine for you”
He replied and left the room and as he did he knew the contents of Emma’s sweater were indeed all hers and that she was naturally brunette.
When Mark got back to the drawing room he found Sue sitting and talking to one of the actors and when they had finished Sue asked.
“Have you seen to her?”
“Yes dear” He replied “you can definitely consider her seen to”
“Thanks darling” she said and kissed his cheek. “You’re such a good husband”
“Well I know she’s a good friend Sue” he said “but I wasn’t going to let her to spoil your birthday”
“I love you Mark” she said and kissed him again
“Well let’s just make sure she remains a friend” he said to himself “because I want to be a frequent flyer on the Emma Chambers passion express”
Monday, 20 March 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (006) Pink Pants in the Laundry
(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.
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.
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.
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