(Part 01)
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests, all came with a bed, that he considered fair game.
There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, and even more desperate divorcees as well as the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.
One such example was Caroline Darville, she was a School Teacher in Finchbottom, and was recently divorced.
She was, like Gary, in her late twenties, beautiful, brunette, and curvy.
Caroline was also helping to arrange her sister’s wedding and was interested in booking the Clayton Manor.
(Part 02)
One example of a lusty villager was Caroline Darville, she was a School Teacher in Finchbottom, and was recently divorced.
She was, like Gary, in her late twenties, beautiful, brunette, and curvy.
Caroline was also helping to arrange her sister’s wedding and was interested in booking the Clayton Manor.
She had been to the hotel and met with Gary and Blaire but she said her sister had to cancel at the last minute, so she was given the tour anyway.
“We can do you a detailed breakdown of all the various options and send it out to you” Blaire said with super efficiency
“Oh lovely” she responded and then addressing Gary directly she added “perhaps you could pop it round one evening when my sister is there and we can discuss it”
“Well…” he began
“I can offer wine and nibbles” she said sweetly
So the meeting was arranged and they said goodbye and Blaire said
“Her sisters not going to be there is she?”
“I doubt it very much” he said
Gary arrived at Caroline Darville’s cottage at just after 8 o’clock and he could only see one car outside.
He smiled to himself and knocked on the door, when it opened Caroline was standing there with a broad smile on her face.
“Hello Gary” she said “do come in”
She was wearing a summer dress with a blue and white chef’s apron over the top, and he thought there might be some nibbles after all.
“Go and sit in the lounge and I’ll get the drinks” she said affably “is Red ok?”
“Yes lovely” he replied
Gary sat on the sofa at the end of the room and admired her big arse as walked back to the kitchen.
It was about ten minutes before she reappeared carrying a glass of red wine in each hand and she was completely naked, the only thing she was wearing a smug smile.
Her figure certainly didn’t disappoint and her breasts bounced sympathetically with each step as she got closer and her brunette pubic triangle was a delight.
She handed him one glass and put the other on a side table
“Thank you” he said “can I assume that as you invited me for wine and nibbles, that you are the nibbles”
“Oh no darling” she replied “you are”
And Caroline knelt on the floor in front of him and began undoing his trousers and all the while the smug smile never left her lips.
Once Caroline had successfully extricated his swollen member from his pants her smile changed to a filthy leer and then to his delight her wet mouth enveloped his cock.
“God I love this village” he said
Thursday, 4 May 2017
Wednesday, 3 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (058) It Started with a Kiss
(Part 01)
Carole Bean went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls
Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
However of all the girls, Carole found herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.
The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.
But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.
It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.
Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.
Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years.
Unsure of their true sexuality they still kept a foot in both camps by dating men as well but when it came down to the sex they still prefered each other.
But after they graduated University they both ended up marrying men and had to content themselves with being friends instead of lovers.
Because two years after she graduated Carole Bean fell head over heels in love with Stewart Simpson and they married a year later.
They were very happy together and it was a good marriage they didn’t have children, but they never had plans for that, and it was unlikely to change in the immediate future so everything in the garden was lovely the only fly in the ointment was the lack of excitement, in the bedroom.
(Part 02)
Carole’s problem was that she had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with high days and holidays for her husband Stewart the reverse was true, he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time.
It wasn’t that the sex was unpleasant or unfulfilling it was just that he wasn’t a woman and more to the point he wasn’t Claire.
The same year that Carole married Stewart, Claire married her cousin James Tebb although their union was not a love match it was one of convenience and the marriage was never consummated as James was very, very gay.
The disposition of Claire’s heart was, as it always had been since she was 18, because her one and only love was Carole.
Ever since they graduated Carole and Claire had remained the best of friends but no more than that and other than a peck on the cheek there was no physicality, that is until they were 25 and attending the wedding of their former house mate Alison Holmes to her long time lover Eric Jespersen.
It was late on in the evening after the bride and groom had left.
Claire was on her own as her sham husband was in New York with his boyfriend and she and Carole were outside on the terrace getting some air and Stewart had gone off to the loo.
They had both had a lot of wine and were laughing and joking but suddenly and without warning Claire planted her mouth over Caroles and invaded her mouth with her tongue and Carole responded in kind and it was like it was the first time.
But as the familiar fire began to ignite her loins she came to her senses and broke away.
“No” Carole said “We cant”
“But you were enjoying it” Claire said
“I know” she said “which is presicely why we mustnt”
“No” Claire retorted angrily “that’s precisely why we should”
Carole shook her head and walked away and Claire shouted after her
“I’ve missed you Carole and I’ve missed your touch”
Carole paused by the door and responded
“And I’ve missed yours”
Carole went back inside to find Stewart while Claire stayed on the terrace and cried.
Carole really enjoyed the kiss and she wanted it as much as Claire but she had drawn a line underneath that part of her life.
But the fire that Claire lit inside her during that special kiss had to be quenched by her husband Stewart who was only too pleased to oblige her with an unexpected and very rewarding shag.
In the days that followed the kiss on the terrace Carole had numerous missed calls and texts from Claire which she chose to ignore, although in truth she was desperate to see her but she knew if she did she would weaken.
But on Wednesday morning Carole got a text message that she just couldnt ignore.
The message just read “This is for you”
And then she opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire returned.
(Part 03)
Carole opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire returned.
Carole studied the image as she decided how to word her reply.
Ten minutes after opening the attachment she typed her reply
“I want to see more”
She was hoping that her message would prompt further attachments of salacious pictures of Claire but instead she just received another text which read.
“Come to the house at 7 and you will”
Carole looked gorgeous when she left the house and for just a moment Stewart wondered if she was dressed up for the benefit of someone else, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it entered his mind.
After all Carole had a very low sex drive and didn’t really like sex that much.
And of course he was right, Carol was not seeing another man, there was no point, she had a man, a good man, a kind and loving man who she loved very much and making love with him was very good, she certainly couldn’t do any better elsewhere.
Carole had discovered while at University, at the hand of Claire Jarvis that she liked her bread buttered on the other side and so it was with lustful thoughts and wet knickers that Carole drove from Childean to Purplemere.
It was a beautiful summer evening and the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was everywhere, drifting on the evening breeze, filling Carole’s nostrils and catching in her dry throat, dry from nerves.
There were drinks on the patio table so she picked one up and the ice in the glass chinked out a melody.
Through the open French window, the sun streamed into the room, spreading across Claire’s semi recumbent form, bathing her pale porcelain skin in its yellow glow and Carole was as hot as the sun.
She looked on with delight at Claire’s perfect sensual beauty and as she marvelled at the sight her loins filled afresh with lust and an unquenchable desire forged of steel and fire as her hungry eyes consumed her treasures and she felt no shame at the beholding of her
the roundness of her breasts surmounted by stiffened nipples aroused either by the cooling air or at the knowledge of Carole’s gaze.
Carole stepped in through the French doors and slipped of her little black dress and but for stockings she was naked.
Claire looked up at her with beguiling eyes and Carole knelt beside the couch her goddess was draped upon and then she covered her smooth silken skin with kisses, soft and feather light and feasted on the delicacies she had not tasted for three long years.
From that night on she led a double life, dutiful wife to husband Stewart for five days but for two nights she was Claire’s lesbian lover and every time she had to go away on business, or a seminar, or shopping trips with friends she always ended up in bed with Claire.
Carole Bean went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls
Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
However of all the girls, Carole found herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.
The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.
But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.
It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.
Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.
Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years.
Unsure of their true sexuality they still kept a foot in both camps by dating men as well but when it came down to the sex they still prefered each other.
But after they graduated University they both ended up marrying men and had to content themselves with being friends instead of lovers.
Because two years after she graduated Carole Bean fell head over heels in love with Stewart Simpson and they married a year later.
They were very happy together and it was a good marriage they didn’t have children, but they never had plans for that, and it was unlikely to change in the immediate future so everything in the garden was lovely the only fly in the ointment was the lack of excitement, in the bedroom.
(Part 02)
Carole’s problem was that she had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with high days and holidays for her husband Stewart the reverse was true, he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time.
It wasn’t that the sex was unpleasant or unfulfilling it was just that he wasn’t a woman and more to the point he wasn’t Claire.
The same year that Carole married Stewart, Claire married her cousin James Tebb although their union was not a love match it was one of convenience and the marriage was never consummated as James was very, very gay.
The disposition of Claire’s heart was, as it always had been since she was 18, because her one and only love was Carole.
Ever since they graduated Carole and Claire had remained the best of friends but no more than that and other than a peck on the cheek there was no physicality, that is until they were 25 and attending the wedding of their former house mate Alison Holmes to her long time lover Eric Jespersen.
It was late on in the evening after the bride and groom had left.
Claire was on her own as her sham husband was in New York with his boyfriend and she and Carole were outside on the terrace getting some air and Stewart had gone off to the loo.
They had both had a lot of wine and were laughing and joking but suddenly and without warning Claire planted her mouth over Caroles and invaded her mouth with her tongue and Carole responded in kind and it was like it was the first time.
But as the familiar fire began to ignite her loins she came to her senses and broke away.
“No” Carole said “We cant”
“But you were enjoying it” Claire said
“I know” she said “which is presicely why we mustnt”
“No” Claire retorted angrily “that’s precisely why we should”
Carole shook her head and walked away and Claire shouted after her
“I’ve missed you Carole and I’ve missed your touch”
Carole paused by the door and responded
“And I’ve missed yours”
Carole went back inside to find Stewart while Claire stayed on the terrace and cried.
Carole really enjoyed the kiss and she wanted it as much as Claire but she had drawn a line underneath that part of her life.
But the fire that Claire lit inside her during that special kiss had to be quenched by her husband Stewart who was only too pleased to oblige her with an unexpected and very rewarding shag.
In the days that followed the kiss on the terrace Carole had numerous missed calls and texts from Claire which she chose to ignore, although in truth she was desperate to see her but she knew if she did she would weaken.
But on Wednesday morning Carole got a text message that she just couldnt ignore.
The message just read “This is for you”
And then she opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire returned.
(Part 03)
Carole opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire returned.
Carole studied the image as she decided how to word her reply.
Ten minutes after opening the attachment she typed her reply
“I want to see more”
She was hoping that her message would prompt further attachments of salacious pictures of Claire but instead she just received another text which read.
“Come to the house at 7 and you will”
Carole looked gorgeous when she left the house and for just a moment Stewart wondered if she was dressed up for the benefit of someone else, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it entered his mind.
After all Carole had a very low sex drive and didn’t really like sex that much.
And of course he was right, Carol was not seeing another man, there was no point, she had a man, a good man, a kind and loving man who she loved very much and making love with him was very good, she certainly couldn’t do any better elsewhere.
Carole had discovered while at University, at the hand of Claire Jarvis that she liked her bread buttered on the other side and so it was with lustful thoughts and wet knickers that Carole drove from Childean to Purplemere.
It was a beautiful summer evening and the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was everywhere, drifting on the evening breeze, filling Carole’s nostrils and catching in her dry throat, dry from nerves.
There were drinks on the patio table so she picked one up and the ice in the glass chinked out a melody.
Through the open French window, the sun streamed into the room, spreading across Claire’s semi recumbent form, bathing her pale porcelain skin in its yellow glow and Carole was as hot as the sun.
She looked on with delight at Claire’s perfect sensual beauty and as she marvelled at the sight her loins filled afresh with lust and an unquenchable desire forged of steel and fire as her hungry eyes consumed her treasures and she felt no shame at the beholding of her
the roundness of her breasts surmounted by stiffened nipples aroused either by the cooling air or at the knowledge of Carole’s gaze.
Carole stepped in through the French doors and slipped of her little black dress and but for stockings she was naked.
Claire looked up at her with beguiling eyes and Carole knelt beside the couch her goddess was draped upon and then she covered her smooth silken skin with kisses, soft and feather light and feasted on the delicacies she had not tasted for three long years.
From that night on she led a double life, dutiful wife to husband Stewart for five days but for two nights she was Claire’s lesbian lover and every time she had to go away on business, or a seminar, or shopping trips with friends she always ended up in bed with Claire.
Tuesday, 2 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (057) The Missionary Position
(Part 01)
Stephen Tanner lived alone in the village of Sharping-St Mary only a few miles from Purplemere.
He lived in a small three bedroom Tudor cottage which suited him perfectly as he was only 5ft 6 so the low beams didn’t affect him.
He worked in Purplemere three days a week but worked from home the other two.
It was a well-paid job and he was good at it but he didn’t enjoy it and it neither focused nor fulfilled him.
On a Friday morning, at the end of November, he was staring through the window watching nothing much at all in the garden, leaves blowing across the lawn, a squirrel on the bird table, it didn’t take much to distract him from doing a very tedious task which needed to be completed that day.
He was snapped back to reality when the phone rang.
And when he read the caller ID he saw it was his mum.
“Hi mum, this is a surprise” he said “What have I done wrong?”
“Hello Stephen, every time I phone you, you say that” she said “I don’t just phone you when you’ve done something wrong”
“So you want me to do something then” he said
“You make me sound awful” she chastised him and then she laughed
“But on this occasion it just so happens that I do need a favour”
“Aha” he said triumphantly “Go on then ask away”
“Ok I’ll get straight to the point” she said
“Nicola De Lorenzo is back in the country, you remember Nicola?”
Nicola was an old family friend; she was actually the daughter of his mum’s best friend Karen.
“Yes of course I do” he replied
“Nicola would like to know if you could put her up for a few days while she’s in the area” Mum continued
“She asked if she could stay here?” he asked
“Well no, I offered on your behalf” she admitted
“She’s back from the missions for about a month, catching up with old friends before she returns to China”
“Then of course she can stay” he said
“I seem to remember you were quite taken with her when you were younger” she continued
“Yes I was, but that was a long time ago” he agreed
“You will look after her though won’t you?” his mum said firmly
“She’s one of the angels”
“I will treat her like a princess” he said
“I would rather you treated her like a nun” Mum commanded
“Nicola is a holy person”
“Message received and understood” he said obediently
“I will ring in the morning to say what train she will be on; can you meet her at the station?”
“Yes of course”
“Well thank you Stephen” she said “I knew I could rely on you”
His family were very active in the church and it wasn’t unusual for him to put up visitors.
Although he was a Christian and a semi regular attendee he wasn’t as active in “the good works” area as the rest of his kin, so housing the occasional stray was something he could do without impacting on his life.
“I’ll call tomorrow then, bye” she said and then she was gone and then he released a long slow exhale of breath after the interesting turn of events.
“Nicola De Lorenzo is coming to stay” he said
(Part 02)
Nicola was his first crush and she was going to be staying under his roof and Nicola had a lot to answer for, Stephen got his first stalker thinking about her and furthermore he had his first wet dream over Nicola, well not exactly over her obviously, but she was in his dream when he creamed his PJs.
And it was Nicola who was the first to feature in his wank bank.
Nicola was six years older than him and he was smitten with her from the first moment he saw her, and when he thought back to that time he was sure she was with him, but nothing ever happened, apart from a kiss, one single solitary kiss, a kiss that blew his mind.
But Nicola shied away after that and the relationship was unresolved and whenever they were together the air was always thick with sexual tension.
But she thought it would be a sin and a betrayal if they did anything.
He was too young to know what her issue was with them kissing but then he was only 15.
So he used to track her around the house like a stalker hoping to catch her bending over, maybe see a glimpse of thigh, an errant bra strap, or even cleavage.
One memorable day he caught sight of her drying herself and he was rewarded with a tantalizing view of a nipple and a momentary sight of tufty black pubes.
He almost wanked himself to death over those image that were burned into his adolescent brain.
He wanted her, not that he would have known what to do with her, but he still wanted her, whatever that meant and he’d always wanted her.
“Well now I might get my chance” he said to himself and his head was full of very unchristian thoughts.
His Mum phoned on Saturday morning as promised but as it turned out he didn’t need to meet Nicola’s train at the station after all.
The Christian fraternity had rallied round and a rather frumpy middle-aged woman called Barbara Hicks delivered her to his door in her Morris Minor.
Stephen invited them in and the rather frosty Ms. Hicks cast an unsatisfactory eye over everything before coldly taking her leave.
He suspected there would be a distinct awkwardness between Nicola and him after all the years that had passed and the unresolved sexual tension the surrounded them, but he was pleasantly surprised.
He got the impression that she was just as surprised and she seemed as relaxed he was.
She was still every bit as pretty as he remembered, a few more lines on her face perhaps, and she wore her hair shorter, but she had lost none of her beauty or allure.
She didn’t seem as tall now but that was just his memory playing tricks on him she was always 5ft 3”
He couldn’t ascertain her physical dimensions very well because of the loose shapeless clothes she had on, but his imagination filled in the blanks regarding, a nice arse, great legs, very decent tits and thick black curly pubes.
(Part 03)
They spent the rest of the day just talking, catching up and reminiscing.
The years just seemed to have melted away and their paths had been very different since they last met.
Hers had been one of pious devotion in the missions while his could best be summed up as self-indulgent.
“Its very kind of you to put me up” she said “Thank you”
“No problem” he said honestly “Are you hungry?”
“Yes I am rather” she replied
“Ok I’ll give you a quick tour, show you where everything is, and settle you in your room and while you’re freshening up I’ll cook us something” he suggested.
“That would be lovely,” Nicola said with conviction.
“Thank you again”
After he took her up he found himself behaving like his 15 year former self sneaking around trying to catch her in intimate moments and get a glimpse of forbidden flesh.
But he failed miserably, so he went back downstairs to the kitchen.
After they’d eaten, they sat and talked some more until after about an hour when she was suddenly overcome with tiredness and had to excuse herself.
“I’m sorry” she said “My body clock is all over the place at the moment”
He had to admit he was quite tired himself and the only traveling he had done recently was to Purplemere and back, so he turned in as well.
Stephen had to get up for a pee at about 3.00am and he was just getting back into bed when he thought he heard a noise downstairs.
He slipped on his bathrobe and cautiously crept down the stairs, he could definitely hear someone in the kitchen, so he crept to the kitchen door, which was slightly ajar, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
It was Nicola who was making a hot drink; she was wearing blue and white-striped pajamas several sizes too big.
The Old fashioned ones with a drawstring around the waist.
So he still couldn’t ascertain her physical dimensions because of the loose fitting PJ’s
However he was delighted to see that the fly had gaped and sprouts of black pubes were clearly visible through the fly which excited him very much indeed; the problem was that once he had noticed them he couldn’t take his eyes off of them and he knew that if he went in the kitchen he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from looking.
But he couldn’t stay in the hall and he couldn’t go back upstairs in case she saw him and he had to explain why he hadn’t wanted to go in the kitchen.
So he tried to put the image out of my head as he pushed open the door.
“Hey Nicola” he said “can’t sleep eh”
“No” she replied, “like I said my body clock is all askew”
He focused his eyes on the cupboards behind her head, and thought to himself
“I must not look, I must not look”
(Part 04)
He focused his eyes on the cupboards behind her head, and thought to himself
“I must not look, I must not look”
“I thought a hot drink might help” she continued as she checked the milk boiling on the hob.
Stephen wanted to look so badly, and as she turned back towards him he finally gave in and stared at her gaping fly and the pubic hair escaping from it.
Almost the precise moment his eyes fixed on her pussy hair she looked directly at him and couldn’t help but notice he was looking at her black curly pubes and she blushed a brilliant red
“Oh God” she said frantically looking around for something to cover both her embarrassment and her Minge and becoming more and more flustered every second
“I’m so sorry” he said, apologizing for embarrassing her and not being at all sorry for having looked at her errant curly tufts
“Here use this” I added as I handed her a towel
“Oh God” she said again snatching the towel from his hand and covering her snatch.
“I really am sorry” he said feebly as she bustled past him and ran out the door crying
“Oh shit” he said and sat down at the kitchen table.
It was 4.00am and he was still sitting at the kitchen table having drunk two mugs of Milo made with Nicola’s boiled milk and he was wide awake and cursing his behaviour.
It was going to make the atmosphere very strained for the next two days.
Nicola still couldn’t sleep either and he could clearly hear her in the shower.
He couldn’t believe what had happened, he couldn’t believe what he had done, but to cap it all he still consigned the image of her black curly pubes to his wank bank.
“You are a total pig” he thought to himself with his head in his hands.
Just then the kitchen door opened and as he looked up Nicola walked in still wearing the blue and white stripped pajamas.
She was biting her lip and kept looking at the floor, he smiled at her and she gave a weak smile back.
And then despite everything that had already happened he had to look, it was just a quick glance at first but then his gaze lingered as to his great surprise the fly hadn’t quite closed completely and delicious sprouts of freshly showered black pubes were clearly visible through the opening and this time it was by design.
Nicola saw him looking at her visible pubes and she knew they were visible.
Nicola blushed a vivid scarlet but made no attempt to conceal them from him as she walked towards him and instead of admonishing him for being a pervert she kissed him.
He couldn’t recall the number of times, as a young man he had imagined that kiss as he knocked one out.
And now it was happening and it was every bit as sensual as he imagined it would be.
(Part 05)
Nicola’s arms enveloped him as her embrace became more urgent and her tongue probed every corner of his mouth.
His left hand settled on her buttock and he got his first hint at the contents of her old fashioned draw stringed pajamas when her cheek was firm to his touch.
The destination for his other hand was a no brainer.
His hand paused briefly at the opening of her pajama’s before his finger entered the gaping fly and teased the tufts of damp pubes and though they were damp to the touch, as his fingers teased her curls he was thinking how much damper his fingers would be in a second.
As they lightly caressed her mound of Venus her kissing paused though her lips were only millimeters from his as her hot breath fell on his cheek.
In an instant his fingertips parted her lips and slipped along her crease, and a roaring moan escaped her throat and her grip tightened around his neck, his digits returned along her slippery crack before making another greasy descent and extracting another throaty roar from Nicola, and almost as an afterthought she kissed his cheek and with each subsequent journey his fingers made along her slippery slit her tone altered.
When his finger finally entered her Nicolas knees began to tremble and her lips were by his ear so he could hear every fruity moan and murmur as he continued to frig her juicy cunny through the gaping crotch of her jimjams.
As his persistent stimulation intensified, her legs could no longer support her weight,
Her vice like grip around his neck was the only thing that stopped her ending in a heap on the floor and then he brought her to climax and she released a long low guttural growl.
Stephen extracted his fingers from her and tugged on the draw string and her pajama bottoms fell quickly to the floor.
Now she was looking at him earnestly, biting her lip, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.
Stephen had wanted her for 11 years and he wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
But even so he couldn’t wait long enough to get her upstairs to have her but he didn’t want her on the kitchen floor or on the table either, so he stood up and picking her up in his arms he carried her to the lounge and lay her on the sofa and looked down at her thick black triangle which was in stark relief against her alabaster flesh.
(Part 06)
Nicola was still biting her lip as he undid the belt on his robe and shrugged it off his shoulders so he was completely naked and her gaze fell immediately onto his engorged cock.
Stephen knelt on the floor in front of her and with a hand on each white fleshed knee and he pushed them gently apart spreading her wide open until her pink pussy opened invitingly moist amidst the black whiskers.
She drew one knee up and planted her foot against the arm of the sofa while his left hand slid down the outside of her thigh and grabbed her fleshy bum cheek, and she moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her lip, as his shaft slipped between her dewy lips Nicola moaned softly as he penetrated deeply into her, but he felt no virginal resistance, he had convinced himself that Nicola was pure and unsullied, but she was not.
It certainly didn’t detract from his enjoyment of her as she squirmed and wriggled beneath him.
Each nerve tingling stroke he gave her elicited dirty un-angelic moans and her pussy creamed his balls in return.
As they reached the short strokes she was getting louder and spurred him on with her audible appreciation and her arse started to squeak as it rubbed on the leather couch.
As she moaned and writhed beneath him he was close to the summit and her utterances were growing higher in frequency and as he reached the threshold of his own conclusion
“Oh Godddd” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath him his 11 year mission reached its conclusion right there on the leather couch.
Although he had waited 11 years to consummate his first crush and it was everything he could have hoped for and more, it wasn’t quite how he imagined it.
He thought she would be inexperienced, unsure and passive, but she was none of the above, she was not the shy little angel, a timid innocent, she was a devil in disguise.
She was self-conscious, she was shy, but she didn’t lack confidence once she had determined what she wanted and it was electrifying.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so many years” he panted as he withdrew from her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh.
“Me too” she confessed
“Do you think you might sleep now?” he asked
“Mmmmm” she replied
“Ok then, do you “A” want to go upstairs and get your pajama jacket off or “B” have a mug of Milo?” he asked as he pulled her up to her feet.
“Well I really like Milo” She answered
“Get upstairs” he said and slapped her bare arse.
Stephen Tanner lived alone in the village of Sharping-St Mary only a few miles from Purplemere.
He lived in a small three bedroom Tudor cottage which suited him perfectly as he was only 5ft 6 so the low beams didn’t affect him.
He worked in Purplemere three days a week but worked from home the other two.
It was a well-paid job and he was good at it but he didn’t enjoy it and it neither focused nor fulfilled him.
On a Friday morning, at the end of November, he was staring through the window watching nothing much at all in the garden, leaves blowing across the lawn, a squirrel on the bird table, it didn’t take much to distract him from doing a very tedious task which needed to be completed that day.
He was snapped back to reality when the phone rang.
And when he read the caller ID he saw it was his mum.
“Hi mum, this is a surprise” he said “What have I done wrong?”
“Hello Stephen, every time I phone you, you say that” she said “I don’t just phone you when you’ve done something wrong”
“So you want me to do something then” he said
“You make me sound awful” she chastised him and then she laughed
“But on this occasion it just so happens that I do need a favour”
“Aha” he said triumphantly “Go on then ask away”
“Ok I’ll get straight to the point” she said
“Nicola De Lorenzo is back in the country, you remember Nicola?”
Nicola was an old family friend; she was actually the daughter of his mum’s best friend Karen.
“Yes of course I do” he replied
“Nicola would like to know if you could put her up for a few days while she’s in the area” Mum continued
“She asked if she could stay here?” he asked
“Well no, I offered on your behalf” she admitted
“She’s back from the missions for about a month, catching up with old friends before she returns to China”
“Then of course she can stay” he said
“I seem to remember you were quite taken with her when you were younger” she continued
“Yes I was, but that was a long time ago” he agreed
“You will look after her though won’t you?” his mum said firmly
“She’s one of the angels”
“I will treat her like a princess” he said
“I would rather you treated her like a nun” Mum commanded
“Nicola is a holy person”
“Message received and understood” he said obediently
“I will ring in the morning to say what train she will be on; can you meet her at the station?”
“Yes of course”
“Well thank you Stephen” she said “I knew I could rely on you”
His family were very active in the church and it wasn’t unusual for him to put up visitors.
Although he was a Christian and a semi regular attendee he wasn’t as active in “the good works” area as the rest of his kin, so housing the occasional stray was something he could do without impacting on his life.
“I’ll call tomorrow then, bye” she said and then she was gone and then he released a long slow exhale of breath after the interesting turn of events.
“Nicola De Lorenzo is coming to stay” he said
(Part 02)
Nicola was his first crush and she was going to be staying under his roof and Nicola had a lot to answer for, Stephen got his first stalker thinking about her and furthermore he had his first wet dream over Nicola, well not exactly over her obviously, but she was in his dream when he creamed his PJs.
And it was Nicola who was the first to feature in his wank bank.
Nicola was six years older than him and he was smitten with her from the first moment he saw her, and when he thought back to that time he was sure she was with him, but nothing ever happened, apart from a kiss, one single solitary kiss, a kiss that blew his mind.
But Nicola shied away after that and the relationship was unresolved and whenever they were together the air was always thick with sexual tension.
But she thought it would be a sin and a betrayal if they did anything.
He was too young to know what her issue was with them kissing but then he was only 15.
So he used to track her around the house like a stalker hoping to catch her bending over, maybe see a glimpse of thigh, an errant bra strap, or even cleavage.
One memorable day he caught sight of her drying herself and he was rewarded with a tantalizing view of a nipple and a momentary sight of tufty black pubes.
He almost wanked himself to death over those image that were burned into his adolescent brain.
He wanted her, not that he would have known what to do with her, but he still wanted her, whatever that meant and he’d always wanted her.
“Well now I might get my chance” he said to himself and his head was full of very unchristian thoughts.
His Mum phoned on Saturday morning as promised but as it turned out he didn’t need to meet Nicola’s train at the station after all.
The Christian fraternity had rallied round and a rather frumpy middle-aged woman called Barbara Hicks delivered her to his door in her Morris Minor.
Stephen invited them in and the rather frosty Ms. Hicks cast an unsatisfactory eye over everything before coldly taking her leave.
He suspected there would be a distinct awkwardness between Nicola and him after all the years that had passed and the unresolved sexual tension the surrounded them, but he was pleasantly surprised.
He got the impression that she was just as surprised and she seemed as relaxed he was.
She was still every bit as pretty as he remembered, a few more lines on her face perhaps, and she wore her hair shorter, but she had lost none of her beauty or allure.
She didn’t seem as tall now but that was just his memory playing tricks on him she was always 5ft 3”
He couldn’t ascertain her physical dimensions very well because of the loose shapeless clothes she had on, but his imagination filled in the blanks regarding, a nice arse, great legs, very decent tits and thick black curly pubes.
(Part 03)
They spent the rest of the day just talking, catching up and reminiscing.
The years just seemed to have melted away and their paths had been very different since they last met.
Hers had been one of pious devotion in the missions while his could best be summed up as self-indulgent.
“Its very kind of you to put me up” she said “Thank you”
“No problem” he said honestly “Are you hungry?”
“Yes I am rather” she replied
“Ok I’ll give you a quick tour, show you where everything is, and settle you in your room and while you’re freshening up I’ll cook us something” he suggested.
“That would be lovely,” Nicola said with conviction.
“Thank you again”
After he took her up he found himself behaving like his 15 year former self sneaking around trying to catch her in intimate moments and get a glimpse of forbidden flesh.
But he failed miserably, so he went back downstairs to the kitchen.
After they’d eaten, they sat and talked some more until after about an hour when she was suddenly overcome with tiredness and had to excuse herself.
“I’m sorry” she said “My body clock is all over the place at the moment”
He had to admit he was quite tired himself and the only traveling he had done recently was to Purplemere and back, so he turned in as well.
Stephen had to get up for a pee at about 3.00am and he was just getting back into bed when he thought he heard a noise downstairs.
He slipped on his bathrobe and cautiously crept down the stairs, he could definitely hear someone in the kitchen, so he crept to the kitchen door, which was slightly ajar, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
It was Nicola who was making a hot drink; she was wearing blue and white-striped pajamas several sizes too big.
The Old fashioned ones with a drawstring around the waist.
So he still couldn’t ascertain her physical dimensions because of the loose fitting PJ’s
However he was delighted to see that the fly had gaped and sprouts of black pubes were clearly visible through the fly which excited him very much indeed; the problem was that once he had noticed them he couldn’t take his eyes off of them and he knew that if he went in the kitchen he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from looking.
But he couldn’t stay in the hall and he couldn’t go back upstairs in case she saw him and he had to explain why he hadn’t wanted to go in the kitchen.
So he tried to put the image out of my head as he pushed open the door.
“Hey Nicola” he said “can’t sleep eh”
“No” she replied, “like I said my body clock is all askew”
He focused his eyes on the cupboards behind her head, and thought to himself
“I must not look, I must not look”
(Part 04)
He focused his eyes on the cupboards behind her head, and thought to himself
“I must not look, I must not look”
“I thought a hot drink might help” she continued as she checked the milk boiling on the hob.
Stephen wanted to look so badly, and as she turned back towards him he finally gave in and stared at her gaping fly and the pubic hair escaping from it.
Almost the precise moment his eyes fixed on her pussy hair she looked directly at him and couldn’t help but notice he was looking at her black curly pubes and she blushed a brilliant red
“Oh God” she said frantically looking around for something to cover both her embarrassment and her Minge and becoming more and more flustered every second
“I’m so sorry” he said, apologizing for embarrassing her and not being at all sorry for having looked at her errant curly tufts
“Here use this” I added as I handed her a towel
“Oh God” she said again snatching the towel from his hand and covering her snatch.
“I really am sorry” he said feebly as she bustled past him and ran out the door crying
“Oh shit” he said and sat down at the kitchen table.
It was 4.00am and he was still sitting at the kitchen table having drunk two mugs of Milo made with Nicola’s boiled milk and he was wide awake and cursing his behaviour.
It was going to make the atmosphere very strained for the next two days.
Nicola still couldn’t sleep either and he could clearly hear her in the shower.
He couldn’t believe what had happened, he couldn’t believe what he had done, but to cap it all he still consigned the image of her black curly pubes to his wank bank.
“You are a total pig” he thought to himself with his head in his hands.
Just then the kitchen door opened and as he looked up Nicola walked in still wearing the blue and white stripped pajamas.
She was biting her lip and kept looking at the floor, he smiled at her and she gave a weak smile back.
And then despite everything that had already happened he had to look, it was just a quick glance at first but then his gaze lingered as to his great surprise the fly hadn’t quite closed completely and delicious sprouts of freshly showered black pubes were clearly visible through the opening and this time it was by design.
Nicola saw him looking at her visible pubes and she knew they were visible.
Nicola blushed a vivid scarlet but made no attempt to conceal them from him as she walked towards him and instead of admonishing him for being a pervert she kissed him.
He couldn’t recall the number of times, as a young man he had imagined that kiss as he knocked one out.
And now it was happening and it was every bit as sensual as he imagined it would be.
(Part 05)
Nicola’s arms enveloped him as her embrace became more urgent and her tongue probed every corner of his mouth.
His left hand settled on her buttock and he got his first hint at the contents of her old fashioned draw stringed pajamas when her cheek was firm to his touch.
The destination for his other hand was a no brainer.
His hand paused briefly at the opening of her pajama’s before his finger entered the gaping fly and teased the tufts of damp pubes and though they were damp to the touch, as his fingers teased her curls he was thinking how much damper his fingers would be in a second.
As they lightly caressed her mound of Venus her kissing paused though her lips were only millimeters from his as her hot breath fell on his cheek.
In an instant his fingertips parted her lips and slipped along her crease, and a roaring moan escaped her throat and her grip tightened around his neck, his digits returned along her slippery crack before making another greasy descent and extracting another throaty roar from Nicola, and almost as an afterthought she kissed his cheek and with each subsequent journey his fingers made along her slippery slit her tone altered.
When his finger finally entered her Nicolas knees began to tremble and her lips were by his ear so he could hear every fruity moan and murmur as he continued to frig her juicy cunny through the gaping crotch of her jimjams.
As his persistent stimulation intensified, her legs could no longer support her weight,
Her vice like grip around his neck was the only thing that stopped her ending in a heap on the floor and then he brought her to climax and she released a long low guttural growl.
Stephen extracted his fingers from her and tugged on the draw string and her pajama bottoms fell quickly to the floor.
Now she was looking at him earnestly, biting her lip, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.
Stephen had wanted her for 11 years and he wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
But even so he couldn’t wait long enough to get her upstairs to have her but he didn’t want her on the kitchen floor or on the table either, so he stood up and picking her up in his arms he carried her to the lounge and lay her on the sofa and looked down at her thick black triangle which was in stark relief against her alabaster flesh.
(Part 06)
Nicola was still biting her lip as he undid the belt on his robe and shrugged it off his shoulders so he was completely naked and her gaze fell immediately onto his engorged cock.
Stephen knelt on the floor in front of her and with a hand on each white fleshed knee and he pushed them gently apart spreading her wide open until her pink pussy opened invitingly moist amidst the black whiskers.
She drew one knee up and planted her foot against the arm of the sofa while his left hand slid down the outside of her thigh and grabbed her fleshy bum cheek, and she moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her lip, as his shaft slipped between her dewy lips Nicola moaned softly as he penetrated deeply into her, but he felt no virginal resistance, he had convinced himself that Nicola was pure and unsullied, but she was not.
It certainly didn’t detract from his enjoyment of her as she squirmed and wriggled beneath him.
Each nerve tingling stroke he gave her elicited dirty un-angelic moans and her pussy creamed his balls in return.
As they reached the short strokes she was getting louder and spurred him on with her audible appreciation and her arse started to squeak as it rubbed on the leather couch.
As she moaned and writhed beneath him he was close to the summit and her utterances were growing higher in frequency and as he reached the threshold of his own conclusion
“Oh Godddd” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath him his 11 year mission reached its conclusion right there on the leather couch.
Although he had waited 11 years to consummate his first crush and it was everything he could have hoped for and more, it wasn’t quite how he imagined it.
He thought she would be inexperienced, unsure and passive, but she was none of the above, she was not the shy little angel, a timid innocent, she was a devil in disguise.
She was self-conscious, she was shy, but she didn’t lack confidence once she had determined what she wanted and it was electrifying.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so many years” he panted as he withdrew from her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh.
“Me too” she confessed
“Do you think you might sleep now?” he asked
“Mmmmm” she replied
“Ok then, do you “A” want to go upstairs and get your pajama jacket off or “B” have a mug of Milo?” he asked as he pulled her up to her feet.
“Well I really like Milo” She answered
“Get upstairs” he said and slapped her bare arse.
Monday, 1 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (056) Sexual Harrassment 101
(Part 01)
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants that he considered fair game.
There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as they all came with a bed.
But despite Gary’s predilection for shagging anything with a pulse he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side of the business and it was becoming a popular venue for functions.
This was as a result in no small measure to his decision to promote the former head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott.
This was after Stanislaw Gorski tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Playford Palace group for ten years and had been the Assistant Manager at the Clayton Manor for 5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.
So when Gary Playford was parachuted in over his head it was just too much for him to take.
It left Gary in a very difficult position as he needed someone who knew the place inside out and Blaire Parrott was the only person that fitted the bill so he offered her the job.
“If you’re only promoting me because we’re fuck buddies then I don’t want it” she said
“I thought you knew all about my reputation” he said
“I do” she replied
“Then you should know that I do not sentimentalise sex” he pointed out
“I want you because you know the hotel and the staff and you’ll be a first rate assistant manager” he said “so are you going to take it?”
“Yes” she said
“Good” Gary said
On her way out of his office she paused by the door and said
“There is one condition though”
“What’s that?” he asked
“I would still like to be your fuck buddy” Blaire said
“No problem”
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
(Part 02)
Blaire Parrott was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.
She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Blaire was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years which was why she was so receptive to Gary’s attentions.
She had worked at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two, and was now the assistant manager.
She had substituted her uniform of dark blue skirt and jacket and was wearing a turquoise green suit, a crisp white blouse and black opaque tights, but the most noticeable thing she was wearing was an accessory, a smile.
She was very proud to have been promoted and the majority of the staff were pleased for her, although one or two put it down to her being rewarded for services rendered.
Gary was feeling rather pleased with himself for persuading her although it was for purely selfish reasons.
And those staff members who thought her promotion was down to sex were not that far from the mark, though not in the way that they meant.
Having Blaire as assistant manager, who was not only hard working and diligent but could also handle the guests very well, meant he could comfortably leave her in charge while he was doing what he did best, seducing women.
He certainly had no intention of marring Blaire’s first day in the job he wanted to enjoy her moment.
However fate took a hand when an angry guest had a problem that demanded the presence of both of them.
As suspected the guest had somewhat overdramatised the situation and what he had suspected was a water leak turned out to have been caused by him knocking his glass of water off his night stand while he was sleeping.
With a very embarrassed guest skilfully placated by Blaire the pair of them went down the fire escape stairs.
“Well done” he said “and you look very nice today by the way”
“Is that not sexual harassment?” she asked
“Not at all, I’m merely complimenting a co-worker on her appearance” he said “but I can give an example of sexual harassment if you like”
“Ok I’m here to learn” she said and so Gary pushed her into the corner of the stairwell and kissed her and when he had finished he said
“That would be considered a mild example”
“Ok yes I can see that” she agreed
“Whereas this…” he began and put his hand straight up her skirt and fingered her though her tights, at first she was arid and dry, but whether it was the surprise of his attention or the danger of being caught in the stairwell, she moistened very quickly and the fabric of her tights and draws were soon slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream began to ooze through the material, Blaire wriggled beneath his hand and moaned loudly.
“I think this is sexual harassment” she said
“No, I see it more as a celebratory finger” he corrected
“Bollocks to that” she snapped “I want celebratory cock”
She extracted his hand from her crotch and fumbled in her pocket and brought out her master key.
“Come this way” she said and went back up the stairs to where they had come from.
Blaire had noticed a vacant room next to their disgruntled guest.
(Part 03)
Blair took the Playford Palace card off the doorknob and turned it over to the “do not disturb” side and rehung it and then she calmly opened the door.
Gary found her calm efficiency very arousing especially as he knew that all was not so calm down below.
But once inside the room her calm façade melted away as Blaire quickly closed the door and began undoing his belt.
“We can’t use the bed as it being occupied later” she said and with great manual dexterity she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers and unceremoniously yanked his cock out.
“I’m in your hands completely” he said and then she let go of his erect cock and wriggled out of her skirt and then to his great surprise she ripped a hole in the crotch of her tights and pulled her panties to one side.
“Happy first day to me” she said and with her arms wrapped around his neck she hoisted herself up onto his arousal.
His cock was so hard and her pussy was so wet and welcoming it only took one attempt, with Gary gripping a buttock in each hand, for him to achieved full penetration.
“Oh God” she exclaimed, “that’s so good”
And Blaire kissed his mouth and she inhaled deeply through her nose as she rose and fell on his shaft.
She stopped kissing him and Blaire began tonguing his ear and her course rasping breaths urging him on so he pushed her back against the vestibule wall and thrust deeply into her and she moaned in grateful receipt of each length.
He had her pinned against the wall with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while her legs gripped his hips firmly.
He would have liked to have liberated her tits from their lacy bondage but there was no time for such luxuries.
The sounds of her moans were reverberating in his head as they reached the summit and they were both tiring and he was beginning to think they might have to adjourn to the vestibule floor when out of nowhere they found their second wind and drove on, until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and with a satisfied squeal she cried out in orgasm as he grunted his last hurrah seconds later.
Neither of them were sure how long they stood there locked in passions embrace but it just felt so good they could have stayed like it forever.
“Damn” she panted, “that’s what I call sexual harassment”
And then Blaire laughed lustily which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused him to twitch.
“Nice” she murmured
As they were walking down the stairs for the second time she said
“I think I was a bit hasty with the tights, they were new on today”
“Well you do realise that as assistant manager you get a clothing allowance” he said
“Really” Blaire Parrott said “Sweet”
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants that he considered fair game.
There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as they all came with a bed.
But despite Gary’s predilection for shagging anything with a pulse he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side of the business and it was becoming a popular venue for functions.
This was as a result in no small measure to his decision to promote the former head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott.
This was after Stanislaw Gorski tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Playford Palace group for ten years and had been the Assistant Manager at the Clayton Manor for 5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.
So when Gary Playford was parachuted in over his head it was just too much for him to take.
It left Gary in a very difficult position as he needed someone who knew the place inside out and Blaire Parrott was the only person that fitted the bill so he offered her the job.
“If you’re only promoting me because we’re fuck buddies then I don’t want it” she said
“I thought you knew all about my reputation” he said
“I do” she replied
“Then you should know that I do not sentimentalise sex” he pointed out
“I want you because you know the hotel and the staff and you’ll be a first rate assistant manager” he said “so are you going to take it?”
“Yes” she said
“Good” Gary said
On her way out of his office she paused by the door and said
“There is one condition though”
“What’s that?” he asked
“I would still like to be your fuck buddy” Blaire said
“No problem”
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
(Part 02)
Blaire Parrott was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.
She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Blaire was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years which was why she was so receptive to Gary’s attentions.
She had worked at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two, and was now the assistant manager.
She had substituted her uniform of dark blue skirt and jacket and was wearing a turquoise green suit, a crisp white blouse and black opaque tights, but the most noticeable thing she was wearing was an accessory, a smile.
She was very proud to have been promoted and the majority of the staff were pleased for her, although one or two put it down to her being rewarded for services rendered.
Gary was feeling rather pleased with himself for persuading her although it was for purely selfish reasons.
And those staff members who thought her promotion was down to sex were not that far from the mark, though not in the way that they meant.
Having Blaire as assistant manager, who was not only hard working and diligent but could also handle the guests very well, meant he could comfortably leave her in charge while he was doing what he did best, seducing women.
He certainly had no intention of marring Blaire’s first day in the job he wanted to enjoy her moment.
However fate took a hand when an angry guest had a problem that demanded the presence of both of them.
As suspected the guest had somewhat overdramatised the situation and what he had suspected was a water leak turned out to have been caused by him knocking his glass of water off his night stand while he was sleeping.
With a very embarrassed guest skilfully placated by Blaire the pair of them went down the fire escape stairs.
“Well done” he said “and you look very nice today by the way”
“Is that not sexual harassment?” she asked
“Not at all, I’m merely complimenting a co-worker on her appearance” he said “but I can give an example of sexual harassment if you like”
“Ok I’m here to learn” she said and so Gary pushed her into the corner of the stairwell and kissed her and when he had finished he said
“That would be considered a mild example”
“Ok yes I can see that” she agreed
“Whereas this…” he began and put his hand straight up her skirt and fingered her though her tights, at first she was arid and dry, but whether it was the surprise of his attention or the danger of being caught in the stairwell, she moistened very quickly and the fabric of her tights and draws were soon slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream began to ooze through the material, Blaire wriggled beneath his hand and moaned loudly.
“I think this is sexual harassment” she said
“No, I see it more as a celebratory finger” he corrected
“Bollocks to that” she snapped “I want celebratory cock”
She extracted his hand from her crotch and fumbled in her pocket and brought out her master key.
“Come this way” she said and went back up the stairs to where they had come from.
Blaire had noticed a vacant room next to their disgruntled guest.
(Part 03)
Blair took the Playford Palace card off the doorknob and turned it over to the “do not disturb” side and rehung it and then she calmly opened the door.
Gary found her calm efficiency very arousing especially as he knew that all was not so calm down below.
But once inside the room her calm façade melted away as Blaire quickly closed the door and began undoing his belt.
“We can’t use the bed as it being occupied later” she said and with great manual dexterity she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers and unceremoniously yanked his cock out.
“I’m in your hands completely” he said and then she let go of his erect cock and wriggled out of her skirt and then to his great surprise she ripped a hole in the crotch of her tights and pulled her panties to one side.
“Happy first day to me” she said and with her arms wrapped around his neck she hoisted herself up onto his arousal.
His cock was so hard and her pussy was so wet and welcoming it only took one attempt, with Gary gripping a buttock in each hand, for him to achieved full penetration.
“Oh God” she exclaimed, “that’s so good”
And Blaire kissed his mouth and she inhaled deeply through her nose as she rose and fell on his shaft.
She stopped kissing him and Blaire began tonguing his ear and her course rasping breaths urging him on so he pushed her back against the vestibule wall and thrust deeply into her and she moaned in grateful receipt of each length.
He had her pinned against the wall with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while her legs gripped his hips firmly.
He would have liked to have liberated her tits from their lacy bondage but there was no time for such luxuries.
The sounds of her moans were reverberating in his head as they reached the summit and they were both tiring and he was beginning to think they might have to adjourn to the vestibule floor when out of nowhere they found their second wind and drove on, until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and with a satisfied squeal she cried out in orgasm as he grunted his last hurrah seconds later.
Neither of them were sure how long they stood there locked in passions embrace but it just felt so good they could have stayed like it forever.
“Damn” she panted, “that’s what I call sexual harassment”
And then Blaire laughed lustily which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused him to twitch.
“Nice” she murmured
As they were walking down the stairs for the second time she said
“I think I was a bit hasty with the tights, they were new on today”
“Well you do realise that as assistant manager you get a clothing allowance” he said
“Really” Blaire Parrott said “Sweet”
Sunday, 30 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (055) Oh Carole
(Part 01)
Carole Bean went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls
Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
However of all the girls, Carole found herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.
The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.
But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.
It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.
Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.
Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years.
Unsure of their true sexuality they still kept a foot in both camps by dating men as well but when it came down to the sex they still prefered each other.
The only time Carole really got animal pleasure with a man was in the summer before the start of her second year.
It was early August and the weather was hot and sultry and so was she, normally when she was feeling horny she would easily releive herself or if she was exceptionally horny Claire would satisfy her.
On this occasion however her finger wasn’t upto the job and Claire was at home in Purplemere for her grandmothers funeral.
And everytime Carole thought about her a mental picture of Claire in black underwear filled her head and made her hotter and her horniness lasted all day, even after several attempts of self relief.
Carole had the house to herself most of the time, Claire was at the funeral, Alison had gone swimming of all things, and Amy was doubless shagging Mark, or so she thought but they returned during the afternoon and started shagging the moment they arrived, and they were not quiet about it when they were on the job, and listening to the grunting and humping just made her even hornier and hornier.
(Part 02)
Carole decided to try a cold shower, which did indeed cool her down but not where it mattered and Mark was still going at Amy hell for leather directly above her head.
So she decided to go and get a drink of water but when she walked into the kitchen she was not alone.
“Who are you?” she barked
“Kevin” he replied nervously
“Yes but who are you?”
“I’m Mark brother” he said “He’s with…”
“Yes I know who hes with and what hes doing to her”
She said and Kevin blushed
“How old are you?”
“17” he replied “And a half”
“You’ll do then” she said and dropped her towel
Kevins eyes popped out like they were on stalks and his mouth fell open.
Carole had a lovely body as Claire could testify too and it was obviously he hadnt seen one like it before.
“Do you like what you see Kevin?”
And Kevin stared open mouthed at her perfect breasts and dark pink nipples and when his eyes rested on her bush he said
“Oh yes”
“Then lets see yours” She said and Kevin took off his shirt and exposed his buff torso.
“I’m not really interested in that bit” she said coldly though in truth she was on fire
“What?” he exclaimed
“Look I’ve shown you mine now you have to show me yours”
“Oh” he said nervously
“Whats the matter are you shy?”
“Yes” he replied and blushed
“So do you want me to help?” she asked and stepped towards him but all he could manage was a nod.
“Stand” she instructed and he imediately obeyed and he stood six foot four.
“Well you’re a big boy” she said and started undoing his belt and then let his shorts drop to the floor and then she made eye contact with him as she released his cock from his pants and when she looked down she said
“My you are a big boy”
Carole looked him in the eye again as she began gently tugging on his shaft.
“Sit” she barked and he plopped straight down on the chair with his erection pointing upwards and she had a wicked smile on her face as she climbed on his lap and slithered down on him and let out a long breathy sigh.
Carole wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hooked her heels around the chair legs and then rode him on the chair, pounding on his shaft with her velvety wet pussy, her pelvis pumping on his piston frenetically and Kevin’s hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell on him, her moans in his ear were through gritted teeth and were growing in intensity as the pace quickened.
She knew he would last long so she just pumped and pumped until she came with an animal yell and his big cock pulsed inside her as he ejaculated on his maiden voyage.
After a few moments Carole climbed off his wilting tool wearing a self-satisfied look on her face and picked up her towel and just before she went out the door and said
“You can get dressed again now”
Carole Bean went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls
Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
However of all the girls, Carole found herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.
The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.
But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.
It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.
Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.
Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years.
Unsure of their true sexuality they still kept a foot in both camps by dating men as well but when it came down to the sex they still prefered each other.
The only time Carole really got animal pleasure with a man was in the summer before the start of her second year.
It was early August and the weather was hot and sultry and so was she, normally when she was feeling horny she would easily releive herself or if she was exceptionally horny Claire would satisfy her.
On this occasion however her finger wasn’t upto the job and Claire was at home in Purplemere for her grandmothers funeral.
And everytime Carole thought about her a mental picture of Claire in black underwear filled her head and made her hotter and her horniness lasted all day, even after several attempts of self relief.
Carole had the house to herself most of the time, Claire was at the funeral, Alison had gone swimming of all things, and Amy was doubless shagging Mark, or so she thought but they returned during the afternoon and started shagging the moment they arrived, and they were not quiet about it when they were on the job, and listening to the grunting and humping just made her even hornier and hornier.
(Part 02)
Carole decided to try a cold shower, which did indeed cool her down but not where it mattered and Mark was still going at Amy hell for leather directly above her head.
So she decided to go and get a drink of water but when she walked into the kitchen she was not alone.
“Who are you?” she barked
“Kevin” he replied nervously
“Yes but who are you?”
“I’m Mark brother” he said “He’s with…”
“Yes I know who hes with and what hes doing to her”
She said and Kevin blushed
“How old are you?”
“17” he replied “And a half”
“You’ll do then” she said and dropped her towel
Kevins eyes popped out like they were on stalks and his mouth fell open.
Carole had a lovely body as Claire could testify too and it was obviously he hadnt seen one like it before.
“Do you like what you see Kevin?”
And Kevin stared open mouthed at her perfect breasts and dark pink nipples and when his eyes rested on her bush he said
“Oh yes”
“Then lets see yours” She said and Kevin took off his shirt and exposed his buff torso.
“I’m not really interested in that bit” she said coldly though in truth she was on fire
“What?” he exclaimed
“Look I’ve shown you mine now you have to show me yours”
“Oh” he said nervously
“Whats the matter are you shy?”
“Yes” he replied and blushed
“So do you want me to help?” she asked and stepped towards him but all he could manage was a nod.
“Stand” she instructed and he imediately obeyed and he stood six foot four.
“Well you’re a big boy” she said and started undoing his belt and then let his shorts drop to the floor and then she made eye contact with him as she released his cock from his pants and when she looked down she said
“My you are a big boy”
Carole looked him in the eye again as she began gently tugging on his shaft.
“Sit” she barked and he plopped straight down on the chair with his erection pointing upwards and she had a wicked smile on her face as she climbed on his lap and slithered down on him and let out a long breathy sigh.
Carole wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hooked her heels around the chair legs and then rode him on the chair, pounding on his shaft with her velvety wet pussy, her pelvis pumping on his piston frenetically and Kevin’s hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell on him, her moans in his ear were through gritted teeth and were growing in intensity as the pace quickened.
She knew he would last long so she just pumped and pumped until she came with an animal yell and his big cock pulsed inside her as he ejaculated on his maiden voyage.
After a few moments Carole climbed off his wilting tool wearing a self-satisfied look on her face and picked up her towel and just before she went out the door and said
“You can get dressed again now”
Saturday, 29 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (054) Appetite’s
(Part 01)
Derrick Budd and Sarah Helms had to spend the night at the Clayton Manor Hotel after being caught in a snow storm and had a bonus night of unbridled passion.
Which is not uncommon for couples or married people, however Derek and Sarah were not a couple, though they were married just not to each other.
In fact until the previous evening they hadn’t even met.
They both spent the day attending a health and safety seminar and both independently decided to take advantage of their expense accounts and dine at the Hotel and then when it came time to leave they found the weather had closed in.
So they both booked a room and spend the rest of the evening in the bar which was when they met and ended up using just one room and stayed for two nights.
By Sunday morning the thaw had set in which meant they would be leaving after breakfast.
Derek was up early and showered first leaving Sarah sleeping and reflected, as he showered, on the delightful events of the night before and was thinking about how he would like to go and wake Sarah up with the erection he was sporting.
He thought how he could gently fuck her awake and when she was wide awake and feeling the benefit of his early riser he would fuck her to a conclusion as a lusty appetizer before breakfast.
So he got out of the shower and hastily dried himself and was just about to open the bathroom door and put his plan into action when the door burst open and Sarah rushed in
“Morning” she said and kissed him
“Hi Babe” he replied and she bustled him out of the door and closed it.
Derek heard the toilet seat go down with a bang and then the sharp release of some early morning wind.
So he shuffled away disappointed at not being able to put his plan into action, as the sound of a peeing horse came through the door and broke the silence which did nothing to diminish the size of his hard on.
He dried his long lean body off and with the towel wrapped around his waist he sat on the bed with his cock uncomfortably bulging from his lap.
His discomfort had abated slightly and the mound diminished somewhat as he waited for the object of his lust to emerge clean and fresh from the bathroom.
When Sarah finally appeared pink and pristine from the bathroom wrapped in towels she said
“Are you not getting dressed?”
“In a minute, I’m just watching the news” he lied as his eyes surveyed her every curve beneath her toweling sarong.
(Part 02)
Her firm round breasts hung invitingly as she stooped over her bag and fished out a pink bra and matching knickers and Derek’s bulge returned with a vengeance.
He walked up behind her and as she stood up she gasped and leant back in his arms, her short blonde hair, still wet against his skin
“You made me jump” she gasped
“I thought you might want some help” he lied
“Help with what?” she asked suspiciously
“To get you dry of course” Derek said innocently
“You don’t want to get me dry” she retorted
“You just want to get me wetter”
“You are such a cynic,” he said as he massaged her breasts through the damn towel.
“I know it’s a character flaw” she said as he teased her nipples until they protruded like pencil rubbers through the damp toweling,
Sarah breathed sharply in and out through her nose as he un-tucked the sarong and it fell open to expose her plump beauties with their darkly aroused nipples standing pink and proud.
He kissed her neck as he took her beautiful globes in his hands and squeezed them like ripe fruits and she murmured in response to his touch.
Still caressing her breasts he turned her towards the bed and she eagerly crawled onto it on all fours, the towel draped loosely over her flanks like a horse blanket over a skittish filly.
So he pulled it quickly off her like a magician doing the table cloth trick exposing her round pink buttocks and her bejeweled pink labia.
He knelt on the floor behind her and could see between her thighs as she fondled her great globes hanging from her and beyond her groping hands her face was buried in the duvet.
Derek then returned his attention to her moist lips, opening her with his thumbs to reveal their succulence before imbibing her juice.
Sarah’s hands had abandoned her breasts and grabbed handfuls of duvet in their stead as he flicked his tongue along her petals and she bit down on the bed cover as he enjoyed her freshly laundered flesh.
But he was aching for her, so he quickly joined her on the bed and grasping her robust hips and crossed the threshold towards ecstasy.
They collapsed breathless on the bed and just lay there, spent and panting.
“Can I have breakfast now?” Sarah panted
“You have a one track mind” he replied and then he suddenly realized the time so they had to jump in the shower together to wash away their lust so they could make breakfast in time.
They made it by the skin of their teeth to satisfy a different kind of appetite.
Derrick Budd and Sarah Helms had to spend the night at the Clayton Manor Hotel after being caught in a snow storm and had a bonus night of unbridled passion.
Which is not uncommon for couples or married people, however Derek and Sarah were not a couple, though they were married just not to each other.
In fact until the previous evening they hadn’t even met.
They both spent the day attending a health and safety seminar and both independently decided to take advantage of their expense accounts and dine at the Hotel and then when it came time to leave they found the weather had closed in.
So they both booked a room and spend the rest of the evening in the bar which was when they met and ended up using just one room and stayed for two nights.
By Sunday morning the thaw had set in which meant they would be leaving after breakfast.
Derek was up early and showered first leaving Sarah sleeping and reflected, as he showered, on the delightful events of the night before and was thinking about how he would like to go and wake Sarah up with the erection he was sporting.
He thought how he could gently fuck her awake and when she was wide awake and feeling the benefit of his early riser he would fuck her to a conclusion as a lusty appetizer before breakfast.
So he got out of the shower and hastily dried himself and was just about to open the bathroom door and put his plan into action when the door burst open and Sarah rushed in
“Morning” she said and kissed him
“Hi Babe” he replied and she bustled him out of the door and closed it.
Derek heard the toilet seat go down with a bang and then the sharp release of some early morning wind.
So he shuffled away disappointed at not being able to put his plan into action, as the sound of a peeing horse came through the door and broke the silence which did nothing to diminish the size of his hard on.
He dried his long lean body off and with the towel wrapped around his waist he sat on the bed with his cock uncomfortably bulging from his lap.
His discomfort had abated slightly and the mound diminished somewhat as he waited for the object of his lust to emerge clean and fresh from the bathroom.
When Sarah finally appeared pink and pristine from the bathroom wrapped in towels she said
“Are you not getting dressed?”
“In a minute, I’m just watching the news” he lied as his eyes surveyed her every curve beneath her toweling sarong.
(Part 02)
Her firm round breasts hung invitingly as she stooped over her bag and fished out a pink bra and matching knickers and Derek’s bulge returned with a vengeance.
He walked up behind her and as she stood up she gasped and leant back in his arms, her short blonde hair, still wet against his skin
“You made me jump” she gasped
“I thought you might want some help” he lied
“Help with what?” she asked suspiciously
“To get you dry of course” Derek said innocently
“You don’t want to get me dry” she retorted
“You just want to get me wetter”
“You are such a cynic,” he said as he massaged her breasts through the damn towel.
“I know it’s a character flaw” she said as he teased her nipples until they protruded like pencil rubbers through the damp toweling,
Sarah breathed sharply in and out through her nose as he un-tucked the sarong and it fell open to expose her plump beauties with their darkly aroused nipples standing pink and proud.
He kissed her neck as he took her beautiful globes in his hands and squeezed them like ripe fruits and she murmured in response to his touch.
Still caressing her breasts he turned her towards the bed and she eagerly crawled onto it on all fours, the towel draped loosely over her flanks like a horse blanket over a skittish filly.
So he pulled it quickly off her like a magician doing the table cloth trick exposing her round pink buttocks and her bejeweled pink labia.
He knelt on the floor behind her and could see between her thighs as she fondled her great globes hanging from her and beyond her groping hands her face was buried in the duvet.
Derek then returned his attention to her moist lips, opening her with his thumbs to reveal their succulence before imbibing her juice.
Sarah’s hands had abandoned her breasts and grabbed handfuls of duvet in their stead as he flicked his tongue along her petals and she bit down on the bed cover as he enjoyed her freshly laundered flesh.
But he was aching for her, so he quickly joined her on the bed and grasping her robust hips and crossed the threshold towards ecstasy.
They collapsed breathless on the bed and just lay there, spent and panting.
“Can I have breakfast now?” Sarah panted
“You have a one track mind” he replied and then he suddenly realized the time so they had to jump in the shower together to wash away their lust so they could make breakfast in time.
They made it by the skin of their teeth to satisfy a different kind of appetite.
Friday, 28 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (053) Long Tall Sally
(Part 01)
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants that he considered fair game.
There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as they all came with a bed.
One such easy target was a regular visitor call Anna Fulbrook who was a 30 something entrepreneur with pots of money.
The staff called her Long Tall Sally, because she was a tall woman, six foot one, stick thin, with little or no visible bust line, and she had no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a boy, especially with her short brown hair and huge feet.
She looked younger than she was by about five years and she had a pretty face, which was even prettier when she smiled which she always did when Gary was around.
She had been a regular for several years but since his arrival at the helm her regular visits had doubled after she first got to know him properly.
It happened after a business meeting in her suite, she always took one of the Palace suites which had in addition to the normal facilities in a hotel room and sitting room and an office come meeting room which enabled her to hold business meetings in her suite.
(Part 02)
Gary Playford happened to be on the same floor as Anna Fulbrook’s suite, patrolling his domain, although his assistant manager Blaire preferred to call it prowling for victims, when the meeting broke up and it was quite obvious that all had not gone well.
Three red faced men emerged muttering and a fourth came out and kicked a fire bucket.
He was not enamoured with their behaviour but he was more concerned with what may have happened on the other side of the door to Anna Fulbrook.
He knocked on the door and was releived to hear Anna say
“Come in”
He opened the door and found Long Tall Sally sitting on the desk.
“Is everything ok” he asked
“Yes” she replied “it’s the same old story I’m afraid, they still think it’s a man’s world, and they don’t like it when the little woman tells them that it’s not”
“Little woman?” he asked and they both laughed
“Ok I admit that’s a bad turn of phrase” Anna said still laughing
“The truth is that half of the men I have to deal with think I’m a brainless bimbo and the other half think I’m a lesbian”
Gary nodded as he digested her words and then Anna suddenly became concerned that he might actually think that she was a lesbian and so she kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back until he fell back in a chair and she invaded his mouth with her tongue.
“I’m not a lesbian” she said between kisses
“I guess not” he replied and she stuck her tongue back in his mouth.
This was not how he envisaged things going and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted it to proceed at that moment but the kiss was good.
“She’s not your type” a voice said in his head “Who are you trying to kid, she’s got a pulse hasn’t she?” he answered.
Anna climbed onto his lap and she had him trapped, so he did the noble thing and resisted no more and decided to adopt a more hands on approach and got one hand on what transpired to be a braless breast and the other on her surprisingly tender bum.
On its way to her fleshy cheek it surveyed the landscape and found the dress she was wearing was seamless.
As his other hand toyed with her seriously aroused nipple he thought even a skinny Minnie like Anna couldn’t pull that kind of garment on over her head, so he was at a loss as to how he would get into it.
And then as if he had conveyed his concern telepathically she sat bolt upright on his lap and reached down to the hem and unzipped about 12” of it along the side seem giving the appearance of a slit and exposed her long thigh.
As she resumed her previous position he thought he was sure that the zip would go a lot high that that so once they had settled back down to the comfortable kissing they had been indulging in before, his hand left her nipple and travelled down to her knee, which if he was not mistaken trembled slightly beneath his touch.
(Part 03)
Gary slid his palm from her knee up the long limb with the softness of her 200 denier tights covering the firm thigh exposed by the open zip along its full length to the top of her leg and he found the zip moved so he pushed it upwards higher and higher and higher until it came to a stop just below her armpit.
He could see a shard of pink flesh stretching from the waist band of her tights up to her ribcage.
Gary prided himself in doing his partner full justice and he would normally do things by the numbers, teasing and toying their treasures bringing them slowly to the boil before delivering the coup-de-grâce.
But Anna, ever in control, took control and she jumped up from his lap and deftly discarded the remnants of her dress.
and she briefly stood in front of him wearing expensive 200 denier black tights over what he presumed were expensive knickers and then his eyes were drawn to her soft little tits surmounted by needle sharp nipples, which did their tiny dance as she slipped out of her tights and knickers and he was looking at the hairiest beaver he had ever seen, and it formed a huge triangle occupying the whole of her pelvic region, it was magnificent, so thick and curly that it momentarily distracted him.
“Come on Gary your turn” she said and pull him upright from the chair and proceeded to undress him and when she had stripped him down to his socks she pushed him back in to the chair.
“Very nice” she said and climbed aboard and sliding herself down his shaft.
Once he was plugged into her the tigress of the board room was purring like a pussycat as she rose and fell on him.
Her long legs were wrapped around the chair with her big flipper feet hooked behind the legs and she was gripping the chair behind his head and banging down on him like a jack hammer and all he could do was hang on to her little boyish arse and add to the animalistic cacophony with his own moaning until that perfect moment when she came noisily and milked every drop from him.
As he sat in the chair beneath her he thought he would definitely like to reprise that performance.
“Now you know I’m not a lesbian” she said panting hard and kissed him before sliding herself off his wilting manhood.
And as she stood in front of him he couldn’t take his eyes off her glorious beaver.
“You’re bush is magnificent” he said awestruck
She looked down at the hairy beast and said
“Yes” she agreed “I have to maintain a hairy one otherwise you wouldn’t know which way I was facing” and then she laughed so hard her tiny little tits jiggled and he joined in.
That was the first of many occasion that he saw Long Tall Sally and her thick hairy bush.
She still wasn’t really his type but he made an exception in her case, because she was such a good fuck.
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants that he considered fair game.
There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as they all came with a bed.
One such easy target was a regular visitor call Anna Fulbrook who was a 30 something entrepreneur with pots of money.
The staff called her Long Tall Sally, because she was a tall woman, six foot one, stick thin, with little or no visible bust line, and she had no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a boy, especially with her short brown hair and huge feet.
She looked younger than she was by about five years and she had a pretty face, which was even prettier when she smiled which she always did when Gary was around.
She had been a regular for several years but since his arrival at the helm her regular visits had doubled after she first got to know him properly.
It happened after a business meeting in her suite, she always took one of the Palace suites which had in addition to the normal facilities in a hotel room and sitting room and an office come meeting room which enabled her to hold business meetings in her suite.
(Part 02)
Gary Playford happened to be on the same floor as Anna Fulbrook’s suite, patrolling his domain, although his assistant manager Blaire preferred to call it prowling for victims, when the meeting broke up and it was quite obvious that all had not gone well.
Three red faced men emerged muttering and a fourth came out and kicked a fire bucket.
He was not enamoured with their behaviour but he was more concerned with what may have happened on the other side of the door to Anna Fulbrook.
He knocked on the door and was releived to hear Anna say
“Come in”
He opened the door and found Long Tall Sally sitting on the desk.
“Is everything ok” he asked
“Yes” she replied “it’s the same old story I’m afraid, they still think it’s a man’s world, and they don’t like it when the little woman tells them that it’s not”
“Little woman?” he asked and they both laughed
“Ok I admit that’s a bad turn of phrase” Anna said still laughing
“The truth is that half of the men I have to deal with think I’m a brainless bimbo and the other half think I’m a lesbian”
Gary nodded as he digested her words and then Anna suddenly became concerned that he might actually think that she was a lesbian and so she kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back until he fell back in a chair and she invaded his mouth with her tongue.
“I’m not a lesbian” she said between kisses
“I guess not” he replied and she stuck her tongue back in his mouth.
This was not how he envisaged things going and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted it to proceed at that moment but the kiss was good.
“She’s not your type” a voice said in his head “Who are you trying to kid, she’s got a pulse hasn’t she?” he answered.
Anna climbed onto his lap and she had him trapped, so he did the noble thing and resisted no more and decided to adopt a more hands on approach and got one hand on what transpired to be a braless breast and the other on her surprisingly tender bum.
On its way to her fleshy cheek it surveyed the landscape and found the dress she was wearing was seamless.
As his other hand toyed with her seriously aroused nipple he thought even a skinny Minnie like Anna couldn’t pull that kind of garment on over her head, so he was at a loss as to how he would get into it.
And then as if he had conveyed his concern telepathically she sat bolt upright on his lap and reached down to the hem and unzipped about 12” of it along the side seem giving the appearance of a slit and exposed her long thigh.
As she resumed her previous position he thought he was sure that the zip would go a lot high that that so once they had settled back down to the comfortable kissing they had been indulging in before, his hand left her nipple and travelled down to her knee, which if he was not mistaken trembled slightly beneath his touch.
(Part 03)
Gary slid his palm from her knee up the long limb with the softness of her 200 denier tights covering the firm thigh exposed by the open zip along its full length to the top of her leg and he found the zip moved so he pushed it upwards higher and higher and higher until it came to a stop just below her armpit.
He could see a shard of pink flesh stretching from the waist band of her tights up to her ribcage.
Gary prided himself in doing his partner full justice and he would normally do things by the numbers, teasing and toying their treasures bringing them slowly to the boil before delivering the coup-de-grâce.
But Anna, ever in control, took control and she jumped up from his lap and deftly discarded the remnants of her dress.
and she briefly stood in front of him wearing expensive 200 denier black tights over what he presumed were expensive knickers and then his eyes were drawn to her soft little tits surmounted by needle sharp nipples, which did their tiny dance as she slipped out of her tights and knickers and he was looking at the hairiest beaver he had ever seen, and it formed a huge triangle occupying the whole of her pelvic region, it was magnificent, so thick and curly that it momentarily distracted him.
“Come on Gary your turn” she said and pull him upright from the chair and proceeded to undress him and when she had stripped him down to his socks she pushed him back in to the chair.
“Very nice” she said and climbed aboard and sliding herself down his shaft.
Once he was plugged into her the tigress of the board room was purring like a pussycat as she rose and fell on him.
Her long legs were wrapped around the chair with her big flipper feet hooked behind the legs and she was gripping the chair behind his head and banging down on him like a jack hammer and all he could do was hang on to her little boyish arse and add to the animalistic cacophony with his own moaning until that perfect moment when she came noisily and milked every drop from him.
As he sat in the chair beneath her he thought he would definitely like to reprise that performance.
“Now you know I’m not a lesbian” she said panting hard and kissed him before sliding herself off his wilting manhood.
And as she stood in front of him he couldn’t take his eyes off her glorious beaver.
“You’re bush is magnificent” he said awestruck
She looked down at the hairy beast and said
“Yes” she agreed “I have to maintain a hairy one otherwise you wouldn’t know which way I was facing” and then she laughed so hard her tiny little tits jiggled and he joined in.
That was the first of many occasion that he saw Long Tall Sally and her thick hairy bush.
She still wasn’t really his type but he made an exception in her case, because she was such a good fuck.
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