It was in the early hours of the morning and Mandy laying partially clothed on the sofa and was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position as he left her when he pulled out of pussy and left her sullied and exhausted.
John was sitting in an arm chair and had also been sleeping but awoke to see Mandy wearing a T-shirt, rucked up around her neck, a denim skirt in a similar style around her waist and one sock.
And on close inspection of his own situation realised he was completely naked.
He looked around the room and there were numerous items of clothing discarded hither and thither and several empty wine bottles.
He was surprised to see that the semi naked girl on the sofa was Mandy, and he was surprised because they hadn’t really liked each other let alone fancy each other, but the evidence was plain to see.
After a few minutes Mandy began to stir and emitted several satisfied sighs before looking over at John and giving him a smile.
Well more like a leer really and she rose from the sofa and on unsteady legs tottered her way towards him and giggled.
he offered her a half empty glass of wine and she took a drink and with another distinct leer dribbled wine onto his wilted cock and then Mandy giggled as she sank to her knees and began licking the wine from his stirring beast.
“I think I might fancy her now” he was thinking as she began sucking on him and when Mandy had finished licking every last drop of wine from his genitalia and had sucked him up until he was ready for action she stood up in front of him.
“Clothes” he said
“What?” she responded.
“Everything off this time” he told her
“Oh” she said giggling and blushing as she divested herself of the remnants of her clothing before climbing onto his waiting cock.
“This has been a surprise” he said “I didn’t think you liked me”
“I know” she replied “but I’ve fancied you for ages”
“I had no idea” he said as she rose and fell
“That’s why I had to get you pissed” she said
“But…” he began
“Enough questions” she snapped “let’s just fuck”
Wednesday, 10 May 2017
Tuesday, 9 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (068) On the Night of the Summer Ball
(Part 01)
Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend
Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, sexy and with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.
He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.
Because the good fortune that brought Samantha into his life was the type of thing that didn’t happen to him, and everyone who witnessed them together unanimously agreed that he was punching well above his weight.
They first encountered each other at a business meeting at the Clayton Manor Hotel, where she was a potential new client and he was trying to win a new account, but the meeting was unresolved as it was love at first sight, heavily laced with lust.
Which ended with their mutual seduction and a passionate night spent in her suite.
But since that first meeting there had been many such nights and there seemed to be no sign of them abating.
However things had not been all plain sailing since they had met, though not between the two of them they were completely simpatico.
The problems stemmed from a different quarter entirely and from those who should have been the most delighted for them, their close friends and family.
Bob and Samantha were the victims of snobbery, inverted and otherwise.
Her family thought she had set her sights to low while his nearest and dearest believed he had set his too high.
Her friends thought he was common whiles his thought she was a snob.
So as a result they had found it difficult to fit inside each other’s worlds, but the couple believed that love will out.
And Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said
“If you can’t live in my world and I can’t live in yours we shall just have to make a world of our own”
If he hadn’t been in love with her already he certainly would have been after that speech.
However there were still some events that she was required to attend such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball which was why he was at home alone in Childean on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
(Part 02)
Although she had suggested they create a world their own there were still some events that Samantha was required to attend, such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball, which was why he was at home alone in Childean on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and in the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
It was about half an hour later as he was coming down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
He had no idea who it might be he certainly wasn’t expecting anyone and when he opened the door he was surprised to see Samantha standing on the doorstep in full evening wear and over her shoulder he could see a taxi pulling away.
“Hello” he said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Samantha said and kissed him,
“Can I come in then?”
“Of course” he said fussily “come in, come in”
Once inside she slipped off her stole and walked through to the lounge looking absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress which was as usual perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves and clutch purse etcetera, and he imagined her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.
“You’re a bit overdressed for chez King” he observed while mentally undressing her and trying to imagine exactly what underwear she was wearing.
“I know” Samantha said as she sat down “I was going to the Ball but…”
“But?” he asked
“I couldn’t face everyone quizzing me”
“About what?” he quizzed
“About my choice in men” she replied
“I’m sorry,” he said inadequately
“I’m not” Samantha said defiantly “I would rather be here with you”
And then she kissed him again
“So Cinders didn’t go to the ball” she added
“I prefer you to be here as well” he admitted
“And you’re welcome to wine and dine here”
“Well thank you kind sir” Sam said “Lead me to the wine”
Bob walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge and took out an open bottle of wine and two large wine glasses from the cupboard and filled them.
When he returned to the lounge Samantha stood up and walked towards him and he expected her to take a wine glass from his hand but instead she walked between his outstretched hands and kissed him.
As they were in the middle of the room he couldn’t put the drinks down or prevent her from unzipping his fly and pulling his fast swelling organ out through the opening, not that he wanted to stop her.
Bob was quite happy to be stood in the middle of the room being passionately kissed while simultaneously being gently wanked by her gloved hand.
(Part 03)
As soon as Samantha had stroked him to a satisfactory state of arousal she stopped kissing him and took the wine glass from his hand and nonchalantly took a leisurely drink while still massaging his manhood with her other gloved hand and smiling at him mischievously before releasing her grip and walking over to the sofa where she stood with her back to him knowing full well he would follow and as he did he put down his own drink so he would have both hands free to grapple with the elegant little temptress.
As he stepped up behind her she giggled and while he unzipped the back of her dress she drained her glass.
Once he had her dress opened to her tiny waist he slipped his hands inside and she let out a long steady exhale of breath as his hands reached their targets and gently caresses her beautiful little breasts and played with her hardening nipples and then Samantha wasn’t giggling anymore and she dropped the empty wine glass onto the sofa.
She slipped her arms through the dresses sleeves and let it fall from her petite frame and it settled momentarily about her waist but with a delicious wiggle of her narrow hips it fell in an untidy heap around her ankles.
She stepped out of the remnants of her attire and kicked the black bundle aside with one stiletto shoed foot leaving her dressed in evening gloves, stockings, suspenders and black silk knickers.
Bob kissed her neck while his hands left her beautiful breasts and his thumbs slipped inside the waistband of her panties as he prepared to pull them down and then to his great surprise she said
"Leave them on” she said and stood on tiptoe to lean over the sofa leaving him with a perfect view of her pert buttocks clad in black silk French drawers as Samantha wriggled her way along the sofa back, producing a delightful quiver of her buttocks.
He stood looking on at the magnificent view of her black clad buttocks jiggling before his lascivious eyes as he undressed
As Sam wriggled forward slightly more until her toes were off the floor and a little bit of her bare cheek was visible.
“Gorgeous” he thought as he prepared to get her as ready as he was but as his fingers caressed her inner thigh on their way to seek out her moist lips she said
“No need” and as she said it she clenched her buttocks tight “I’m ready, I’m ready now”
So he pulled the leg of her silk panties aside to fully exposed her, and as she received him she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, she gripped on to the sofa as he took her from behind and he looked down as she wriggled and squirmed like a fish on the river bank as the most sensual sounds of pleasure emanated from her.
Until finally she released a cultured scream and her body shuddered in ecstasy only moments before Bob’s blissful arrival.
After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck as he slowly withdrew and she sighed.
“Now that’s what I call a Summer Ball,” she exclaimed and giggled as he patted her arse and went to the kitchen to get them another drink and when he returned he smiled as he looked over at Samantha still draped along the back of the Sofa.
“Gorgeous” he said
Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend
Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, sexy and with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.
He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.
Because the good fortune that brought Samantha into his life was the type of thing that didn’t happen to him, and everyone who witnessed them together unanimously agreed that he was punching well above his weight.
They first encountered each other at a business meeting at the Clayton Manor Hotel, where she was a potential new client and he was trying to win a new account, but the meeting was unresolved as it was love at first sight, heavily laced with lust.
Which ended with their mutual seduction and a passionate night spent in her suite.
But since that first meeting there had been many such nights and there seemed to be no sign of them abating.
However things had not been all plain sailing since they had met, though not between the two of them they were completely simpatico.
The problems stemmed from a different quarter entirely and from those who should have been the most delighted for them, their close friends and family.
Bob and Samantha were the victims of snobbery, inverted and otherwise.
Her family thought she had set her sights to low while his nearest and dearest believed he had set his too high.
Her friends thought he was common whiles his thought she was a snob.
So as a result they had found it difficult to fit inside each other’s worlds, but the couple believed that love will out.
And Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said
“If you can’t live in my world and I can’t live in yours we shall just have to make a world of our own”
If he hadn’t been in love with her already he certainly would have been after that speech.
However there were still some events that she was required to attend such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball which was why he was at home alone in Childean on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
(Part 02)
Although she had suggested they create a world their own there were still some events that Samantha was required to attend, such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball, which was why he was at home alone in Childean on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and in the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
It was about half an hour later as he was coming down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
He had no idea who it might be he certainly wasn’t expecting anyone and when he opened the door he was surprised to see Samantha standing on the doorstep in full evening wear and over her shoulder he could see a taxi pulling away.
“Hello” he said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Samantha said and kissed him,
“Can I come in then?”
“Of course” he said fussily “come in, come in”
Once inside she slipped off her stole and walked through to the lounge looking absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress which was as usual perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves and clutch purse etcetera, and he imagined her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.
“You’re a bit overdressed for chez King” he observed while mentally undressing her and trying to imagine exactly what underwear she was wearing.
“I know” Samantha said as she sat down “I was going to the Ball but…”
“But?” he asked
“I couldn’t face everyone quizzing me”
“About what?” he quizzed
“About my choice in men” she replied
“I’m sorry,” he said inadequately
“I’m not” Samantha said defiantly “I would rather be here with you”
And then she kissed him again
“So Cinders didn’t go to the ball” she added
“I prefer you to be here as well” he admitted
“And you’re welcome to wine and dine here”
“Well thank you kind sir” Sam said “Lead me to the wine”
Bob walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge and took out an open bottle of wine and two large wine glasses from the cupboard and filled them.
When he returned to the lounge Samantha stood up and walked towards him and he expected her to take a wine glass from his hand but instead she walked between his outstretched hands and kissed him.
As they were in the middle of the room he couldn’t put the drinks down or prevent her from unzipping his fly and pulling his fast swelling organ out through the opening, not that he wanted to stop her.
Bob was quite happy to be stood in the middle of the room being passionately kissed while simultaneously being gently wanked by her gloved hand.
(Part 03)
As soon as Samantha had stroked him to a satisfactory state of arousal she stopped kissing him and took the wine glass from his hand and nonchalantly took a leisurely drink while still massaging his manhood with her other gloved hand and smiling at him mischievously before releasing her grip and walking over to the sofa where she stood with her back to him knowing full well he would follow and as he did he put down his own drink so he would have both hands free to grapple with the elegant little temptress.
As he stepped up behind her she giggled and while he unzipped the back of her dress she drained her glass.
Once he had her dress opened to her tiny waist he slipped his hands inside and she let out a long steady exhale of breath as his hands reached their targets and gently caresses her beautiful little breasts and played with her hardening nipples and then Samantha wasn’t giggling anymore and she dropped the empty wine glass onto the sofa.
She slipped her arms through the dresses sleeves and let it fall from her petite frame and it settled momentarily about her waist but with a delicious wiggle of her narrow hips it fell in an untidy heap around her ankles.
She stepped out of the remnants of her attire and kicked the black bundle aside with one stiletto shoed foot leaving her dressed in evening gloves, stockings, suspenders and black silk knickers.
Bob kissed her neck while his hands left her beautiful breasts and his thumbs slipped inside the waistband of her panties as he prepared to pull them down and then to his great surprise she said
"Leave them on” she said and stood on tiptoe to lean over the sofa leaving him with a perfect view of her pert buttocks clad in black silk French drawers as Samantha wriggled her way along the sofa back, producing a delightful quiver of her buttocks.
He stood looking on at the magnificent view of her black clad buttocks jiggling before his lascivious eyes as he undressed
As Sam wriggled forward slightly more until her toes were off the floor and a little bit of her bare cheek was visible.
“Gorgeous” he thought as he prepared to get her as ready as he was but as his fingers caressed her inner thigh on their way to seek out her moist lips she said
“No need” and as she said it she clenched her buttocks tight “I’m ready, I’m ready now”
So he pulled the leg of her silk panties aside to fully exposed her, and as she received him she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, she gripped on to the sofa as he took her from behind and he looked down as she wriggled and squirmed like a fish on the river bank as the most sensual sounds of pleasure emanated from her.
Until finally she released a cultured scream and her body shuddered in ecstasy only moments before Bob’s blissful arrival.
After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck as he slowly withdrew and she sighed.
“Now that’s what I call a Summer Ball,” she exclaimed and giggled as he patted her arse and went to the kitchen to get them another drink and when he returned he smiled as he looked over at Samantha still draped along the back of the Sofa.
“Gorgeous” he said
Choice Tales from the Vale – (067) Returning to the Missions
(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 focussed nor fulfilled him.
It was on Friday morning between Christmas and New Year when the phone rang and when he read the caller ID he saw it was his mum.
“Hi mum” he said
“Hello Stephen darling, I can’t talk long, I have another favour to ask”
“Could Nicola stay for a couple of nights before leaving for the missions?”
Nicola was the daughter of his mums best friend Karen and she was also his first crush and she 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 when she had stayed with him a month earlier they had finally laid the ghost of their unfulfilled relationship when he laid her on the sofa.
So Nicola could most certainly stay for a couple of nights and he got a very distinct trouser tickle just at the thought of it.
She would be arriving some time that afternoon so he went off and made up the spare bed for her though he hoped she wouldn’t be needing it.
Unfortunately the weather had taken a turn for the worse with heavy snow moving across the country from the east.
He had no way of knowing where Nicola was as he didn’t know exactly where she was coming from, he didn’t even have a phone number for her.
Stephen phoned his mum about seven o’clock and she did have a phone number but all she could do was leave a voice mail as Nicola wasn’t picking up, then about an hour later he had a call from Barbara Hicks brother to say that Barbara and Nicola were stuck on the M11 in heavy snow and would get to him as soon as they could.
They finally arrived a little after eleven o’clock with the snow falling fast again.
Due to the lateness of the hour and the treacherous conditions he insisted that Barbara stay the night as well, which meant sadly that he wouldn’t be exploring amidst Nicolas unruly black pubes.
He left them both in the kitchen making a hot drink while he went upstairs to make up a bed for Barbara in the box room.
It was a bit frustrating having the expectancy all day of enjoying Nicola’s delightful bod only to be denied it by his own generosity.
It was the only thing to do though under the circumstances he would just have to go to bed with the nagging want and be unable to slake his thirst.
The only consolation was that he thought Nicola might be lying under the duvet just as horny and disappointed as he was.
(Part 02)
Stephen had a very disturbed night’s sleep full of erotic imagery, past and present lovers dressed as snowflakes frolicking before him, or enjoying a sixty-nine on a sheepskin rug, an angel bent naked over the sofa wearing nothing but wings.
In fact every woman he had ever had or wanted to have appeared during the course of the night.
As a result he awoke the next morning un-rested and very, very horny.
He decided to get up and shower in an attempt to buck him up, but although he felt clean and fresh it merely masked his fatigue.
So he slipped on his dressing gown and went downstairs and was surprised to find Barbara sitting at the kitchen table nursing a mug of coffee.
“Morning” he said far more brightly than he felt “Sleep well?”
“Good morning Stephen, yes very well thank you” she replied formally before continuing
“I hope it was ok, but I made myself breakfast”
“Yes of course it was” he replied as he looked out the window.
“It’s stopped snowing then?” he observed
“Yes” she replied, “I’m going to make a move shortly, get while the going is good as it were”
And she smiled broadly after her statement, he didn’t know if it was because he was feeling so washed out or not but Barbara certainly appeared to be a much brighter person than he was expecting compared to the Ms Frosty knickers that he met the last time she was in his home.
While Barbara was outside defrosting the Morris Minor he sat at the kitchen table drinking a coffee when it finally dawned on him what Barbara’s early departure meant, a revisit to the Missionary position.
Barbara came back inside after warming up the car
“I won’t disturb Nicola” she said
“Why not”? I thought “I’m going to the minute you’ve gone”
“She could use the rest,” she continued
“Good idea” he agreed
“Well I will see you on Sunday” she said “Bless you for your kindness”
He watched the Morris Minor drive away then waited for five minutes before he ascended the stairs.
Stephen gently opened the bedroom door and tiptoed inside and he could see her pajama trousers lying draped on the foot of the bed.
The first thought to enter his mind was that she had removed them in order to allow her ease of access to her pussy to satisfy herself after the disappointed of not getting rogered.
He slipped off his dressing gown and let it drop to the floor and his pants followed close behind and then he got under the duvet and cuddled up close to her and he was delighted to find her naked below the waist.
Nicola was on her side with her back to him and his first thought was to spoon her but instead he backed away and rolled her gently onto her back.
Stephen kissed her lips but got no response so he un-buttoned her pajama jacket all the way down to the bottom.
Once he had dealt with the final button he slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of some great tome and looked down on her in the half-light and admired both her body and his craft.
Her breasts had all but disappeared but her nipples sat there invitingly so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it gently.
Nicola murmured softly in response but she didn’t waken but his suckling was obviously fueling an erotic dream.
He left her erect swollen nipple wet with his saliva and watched her sleeping face as his hand drifted across her belly to her lush curly bush and dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she still slept.
After a moment his finger parted her lips like opening a pea pod and it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.
She murmured again in response to his fingering but despite his attentions she still remained asleep.
Having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night and not awakened her he decided to mount her.
(Part 03)
He carefully positioned himself between her thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and she sucked in air through her teeth.
The first stroke just added to her already lip creaming dream, the second had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath him and lick her lips.
The third brought her to that ecstatic point, that hinterland between erotic dream and sensual reality, unsure if she was vividly dreaming of receiving cock or if she was actually receiving cock.
However the fourth penetration left her in no doubt as she open her eyes and she knew for sure that he was inside of her.
“Oh Stephen” She said and smiled at him then she closed her eyes again as her penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish with each penetration making her squirm beneath him
A few strokes later she came deliciously noisily and spurred on by her audible appreciation of his efforts he went at her harder and faster and her knuckles whitened as she was gripping the headboard as she moaned and writhed beneath him she came again and as he reached the precipice her utterances were growing higher in frequency until she reached Shangri-La
“Oh Godddd Stephen” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath him he explode inside her
“I wasn’t expecting that” she panted as he withdrew and climbed off of her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.
“If you weren’t expecting it why didn’t you have your bottoms on?” he asked puzzled
“I took them off because I thought you would come to see me last night” she replied, “Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to with Barbara in the house in case she heard us,” he said
“You didn’t need to worry” Nicola added, “She’s a bit deaf and she sleeps like the dead”
“Never mind I got here eventually,” he said
“Mmmmm” Nicola replied
After fucking Nicola awake in the half-light of morning they spent the rest of the day in each other’s company.
It was fairly mundane to be honest she did her washing and ironing while he pottered around in his study.
However the mundanity of the day was more than compensated for by the nerve tingling sexual interludes, which were numerous, and as far from the mundane as it was possible to get.
She wanted to make the most of the time they had together as well as packing for the journey.
Her time with him was almost up and when Nicola left his house on the morning of the 30th of December and she travelled to China he would probably never see her again.
But she left an indelible impression on him so as they lay in each other’s arms on their last morning together he said
“Don’t go”
“I have to go” she replied sadly
“But I love you Nicola” he said and she gasped
“And I love you”
“Then don’t go”
“But I have to” she said “it’s my life’s work”
“I know” he replied “So let me come with you”
She just lay there silently and grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and said
“Yes please”
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 focussed nor fulfilled him.
It was on Friday morning between Christmas and New Year when the phone rang and when he read the caller ID he saw it was his mum.
“Hi mum” he said
“Hello Stephen darling, I can’t talk long, I have another favour to ask”
“Could Nicola stay for a couple of nights before leaving for the missions?”
Nicola was the daughter of his mums best friend Karen and she was also his first crush and she 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 when she had stayed with him a month earlier they had finally laid the ghost of their unfulfilled relationship when he laid her on the sofa.
So Nicola could most certainly stay for a couple of nights and he got a very distinct trouser tickle just at the thought of it.
She would be arriving some time that afternoon so he went off and made up the spare bed for her though he hoped she wouldn’t be needing it.
Unfortunately the weather had taken a turn for the worse with heavy snow moving across the country from the east.
He had no way of knowing where Nicola was as he didn’t know exactly where she was coming from, he didn’t even have a phone number for her.
Stephen phoned his mum about seven o’clock and she did have a phone number but all she could do was leave a voice mail as Nicola wasn’t picking up, then about an hour later he had a call from Barbara Hicks brother to say that Barbara and Nicola were stuck on the M11 in heavy snow and would get to him as soon as they could.
They finally arrived a little after eleven o’clock with the snow falling fast again.
Due to the lateness of the hour and the treacherous conditions he insisted that Barbara stay the night as well, which meant sadly that he wouldn’t be exploring amidst Nicolas unruly black pubes.
He left them both in the kitchen making a hot drink while he went upstairs to make up a bed for Barbara in the box room.
It was a bit frustrating having the expectancy all day of enjoying Nicola’s delightful bod only to be denied it by his own generosity.
It was the only thing to do though under the circumstances he would just have to go to bed with the nagging want and be unable to slake his thirst.
The only consolation was that he thought Nicola might be lying under the duvet just as horny and disappointed as he was.
(Part 02)
Stephen had a very disturbed night’s sleep full of erotic imagery, past and present lovers dressed as snowflakes frolicking before him, or enjoying a sixty-nine on a sheepskin rug, an angel bent naked over the sofa wearing nothing but wings.
In fact every woman he had ever had or wanted to have appeared during the course of the night.
As a result he awoke the next morning un-rested and very, very horny.
He decided to get up and shower in an attempt to buck him up, but although he felt clean and fresh it merely masked his fatigue.
So he slipped on his dressing gown and went downstairs and was surprised to find Barbara sitting at the kitchen table nursing a mug of coffee.
“Morning” he said far more brightly than he felt “Sleep well?”
“Good morning Stephen, yes very well thank you” she replied formally before continuing
“I hope it was ok, but I made myself breakfast”
“Yes of course it was” he replied as he looked out the window.
“It’s stopped snowing then?” he observed
“Yes” she replied, “I’m going to make a move shortly, get while the going is good as it were”
And she smiled broadly after her statement, he didn’t know if it was because he was feeling so washed out or not but Barbara certainly appeared to be a much brighter person than he was expecting compared to the Ms Frosty knickers that he met the last time she was in his home.
While Barbara was outside defrosting the Morris Minor he sat at the kitchen table drinking a coffee when it finally dawned on him what Barbara’s early departure meant, a revisit to the Missionary position.
Barbara came back inside after warming up the car
“I won’t disturb Nicola” she said
“Why not”? I thought “I’m going to the minute you’ve gone”
“She could use the rest,” she continued
“Good idea” he agreed
“Well I will see you on Sunday” she said “Bless you for your kindness”
He watched the Morris Minor drive away then waited for five minutes before he ascended the stairs.
Stephen gently opened the bedroom door and tiptoed inside and he could see her pajama trousers lying draped on the foot of the bed.
The first thought to enter his mind was that she had removed them in order to allow her ease of access to her pussy to satisfy herself after the disappointed of not getting rogered.
He slipped off his dressing gown and let it drop to the floor and his pants followed close behind and then he got under the duvet and cuddled up close to her and he was delighted to find her naked below the waist.
Nicola was on her side with her back to him and his first thought was to spoon her but instead he backed away and rolled her gently onto her back.
Stephen kissed her lips but got no response so he un-buttoned her pajama jacket all the way down to the bottom.
Once he had dealt with the final button he slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of some great tome and looked down on her in the half-light and admired both her body and his craft.
Her breasts had all but disappeared but her nipples sat there invitingly so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it gently.
Nicola murmured softly in response but she didn’t waken but his suckling was obviously fueling an erotic dream.
He left her erect swollen nipple wet with his saliva and watched her sleeping face as his hand drifted across her belly to her lush curly bush and dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she still slept.
After a moment his finger parted her lips like opening a pea pod and it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.
She murmured again in response to his fingering but despite his attentions she still remained asleep.
Having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night and not awakened her he decided to mount her.
(Part 03)
He carefully positioned himself between her thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and she sucked in air through her teeth.
The first stroke just added to her already lip creaming dream, the second had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath him and lick her lips.
The third brought her to that ecstatic point, that hinterland between erotic dream and sensual reality, unsure if she was vividly dreaming of receiving cock or if she was actually receiving cock.
However the fourth penetration left her in no doubt as she open her eyes and she knew for sure that he was inside of her.
“Oh Stephen” She said and smiled at him then she closed her eyes again as her penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish with each penetration making her squirm beneath him
A few strokes later she came deliciously noisily and spurred on by her audible appreciation of his efforts he went at her harder and faster and her knuckles whitened as she was gripping the headboard as she moaned and writhed beneath him she came again and as he reached the precipice her utterances were growing higher in frequency until she reached Shangri-La
“Oh Godddd Stephen” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath him he explode inside her
“I wasn’t expecting that” she panted as he withdrew and climbed off of her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.
“If you weren’t expecting it why didn’t you have your bottoms on?” he asked puzzled
“I took them off because I thought you would come to see me last night” she replied, “Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to with Barbara in the house in case she heard us,” he said
“You didn’t need to worry” Nicola added, “She’s a bit deaf and she sleeps like the dead”
“Never mind I got here eventually,” he said
“Mmmmm” Nicola replied
After fucking Nicola awake in the half-light of morning they spent the rest of the day in each other’s company.
It was fairly mundane to be honest she did her washing and ironing while he pottered around in his study.
However the mundanity of the day was more than compensated for by the nerve tingling sexual interludes, which were numerous, and as far from the mundane as it was possible to get.
She wanted to make the most of the time they had together as well as packing for the journey.
Her time with him was almost up and when Nicola left his house on the morning of the 30th of December and she travelled to China he would probably never see her again.
But she left an indelible impression on him so as they lay in each other’s arms on their last morning together he said
“Don’t go”
“I have to go” she replied sadly
“But I love you Nicola” he said and she gasped
“And I love you”
“Then don’t go”
“But I have to” she said “it’s my life’s work”
“I know” he replied “So let me come with you”
She just lay there silently and grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and said
“Yes please”
Monday, 8 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (066) Serendipity in all its Splendour
Dora Lesinska walked towards him and his eyes were drawn to the delights of her unfettered breasts, which danced erotically inside her white blouse.
She saw him staring but his gaze was transfixed and unshakable and she turned up her nose as she passed him but glanced in his direction, a glance conveying utter disgust, then she threw her head back rather theatrically and headed for the street door.
So he turned to watch her exit, and enjoyed her buttocks doing a very dirty rumba inside her skirt, but then Dora stopped at the door and gave him another look, once again heavily laced with disgust.
And Just at that moment the sun suddenly appeared from behind a cloud which illuminated the girl dramatically and spectacularly from behind and this serendipitous event rendered her blouse transparent, and her perky breasts which he had enjoyed so much inside her blouse Were now revealed in all their splendour surmounted by dark pink nipples, as clear as if she were naked.
Unaware of her circumstance she delivered yet another contemptible look and then Dora asked.
“Have you seen enough?”
He smiled and nodded and then as the sun went behind a cloud he replied loudly
“I have now thank you”
She saw him staring but his gaze was transfixed and unshakable and she turned up her nose as she passed him but glanced in his direction, a glance conveying utter disgust, then she threw her head back rather theatrically and headed for the street door.
So he turned to watch her exit, and enjoyed her buttocks doing a very dirty rumba inside her skirt, but then Dora stopped at the door and gave him another look, once again heavily laced with disgust.
And Just at that moment the sun suddenly appeared from behind a cloud which illuminated the girl dramatically and spectacularly from behind and this serendipitous event rendered her blouse transparent, and her perky breasts which he had enjoyed so much inside her blouse Were now revealed in all their splendour surmounted by dark pink nipples, as clear as if she were naked.
Unaware of her circumstance she delivered yet another contemptible look and then Dora asked.
“Have you seen enough?”
He smiled and nodded and then as the sun went behind a cloud he replied loudly
“I have now thank you”
Sunday, 7 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (065) Spanish Eyes
Paul Larkin sat drinking black coffee alone in the Addison’s café in Shallowfield just killing some time and he noticed her instantly as she entered, Dolores Genuardi, he was powerless to resist the movement of his eyes, as like magnets they were drawn towards the striking young woman's and her stunning beauty, her hair appeared black as a raven's wing as it caressed the dark caramel skin of her shoulders, but with the sun shining through the fine strands they betrayed its true brunette nature.
But out of the sun her hairs dark lustre framed the simple beauty of her face, which he studied as he took another sip.
Firstly her full moist lips which broadened into a smile, the delicate
curve of her small nose and the hypnotic depth of her dark brown eyes which looked back at him and held his gaze, and as if reading his thoughts they burned through him and touched his soul.
Dolores was distracted momentarily so his eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness of her neck and shoulders until reaching her bountiful breasts, where white lace fringed their fullness, he met her eyes again and her smile broadened and her cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of his loins.
She turned away and he continued his lustful journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her firm buttocks like a second skin hugging her contours as he longed to do.
As she sat down at an adjacent table and his gaze once more returned to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they rearranged themselves within their lacy confines.
And then their eyes met again and she smiled, knowing his thoughts and revelling in them.
The blushing Spanish maiden had to look away and fumbled in her bag while she regained her composure as the embers’ glowed within her of what could become an unquenchable fire.
She took out a cigarette in her slender fingers and he noticed her hand tremble for a moment before placing it between her luscious lips and he envied its intimacy with her mouth.
Paul reached across and the void between their tables and offered her a light.
Dolores smiled as he lit it and he joined her where he bought her coffee and they talked and laughed then drank more coffee and talked and laughed some more.
His eyes still took every opportunity to peruse her fine young body as he was held captive by her Spanish eyes, but as he looked upon her sweet face, they were only biding their time until the moment when she would use him to quell the fire uncontrollably burning inside her and he would look into her Spanish eyes as her pretty face contorted in orgasmic bliss.
But out of the sun her hairs dark lustre framed the simple beauty of her face, which he studied as he took another sip.
Firstly her full moist lips which broadened into a smile, the delicate
curve of her small nose and the hypnotic depth of her dark brown eyes which looked back at him and held his gaze, and as if reading his thoughts they burned through him and touched his soul.
Dolores was distracted momentarily so his eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness of her neck and shoulders until reaching her bountiful breasts, where white lace fringed their fullness, he met her eyes again and her smile broadened and her cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of his loins.
She turned away and he continued his lustful journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her firm buttocks like a second skin hugging her contours as he longed to do.
As she sat down at an adjacent table and his gaze once more returned to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they rearranged themselves within their lacy confines.
And then their eyes met again and she smiled, knowing his thoughts and revelling in them.
The blushing Spanish maiden had to look away and fumbled in her bag while she regained her composure as the embers’ glowed within her of what could become an unquenchable fire.
She took out a cigarette in her slender fingers and he noticed her hand tremble for a moment before placing it between her luscious lips and he envied its intimacy with her mouth.
Paul reached across and the void between their tables and offered her a light.
Dolores smiled as he lit it and he joined her where he bought her coffee and they talked and laughed then drank more coffee and talked and laughed some more.
His eyes still took every opportunity to peruse her fine young body as he was held captive by her Spanish eyes, but as he looked upon her sweet face, they were only biding their time until the moment when she would use him to quell the fire uncontrollably burning inside her and he would look into her Spanish eyes as her pretty face contorted in orgasmic bliss.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (064) Alison and the Pool Guy
(Part 01)
Alison Holmes 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, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl 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.
Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal but she was a nice girl.
She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.
Alison didn’t have a boyfriend and everyone falsely assumed because of her germaphobia that she wouldn’t have sex because it was all a bit messy.
But in truth she had more sex the the other three put together, which was saying something as Amy was quite slutty, monogamous but slutty.
Alison liked sex in fact she really liked sex and subsequently was certainly the most promiscuous of the four house mates.
She just had two rules which were unnegotiable, firstly she insisted that the man had to shower first and she had to shower as soon as possible afterwards.
Also contrary to popular belief she didn’t mind oral sex, but she would only give head if the recipient wore two condoms.
Even with those stipulations she still got well and truly seen to on a regular basis and Alisons most regular partner she met by chance and he met her criteria quite serendipidously.
Her most regular partner, Eric Jespersen, she met by chance after bumping into him in the park one night and they ended up bumping uglies up against an old oak tree.
Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and so he met Alisons criteria however serendipidously.
It turned out to be the first of many such encounters and one of their favourite venues was the Leisure Centre Swimming pool.
Though the first occasion happened again quite by chance.
Eric was a regular swimmer and he was at the pool almost every day but for Alison it was a rarity as she wasn’t really sure how hygienic a public pool could be.
But she allowed herself to be persuaded by her flat mate Carole who didn’t want to go alone.
It was a very modern facility with unisex changing rooms which had two long rows of cubicles’ flanked by lockers.
Eric very much liked the idea that when he was in a cubicle drying his tackle there was only an inch of MDF separating him from some nubile naked lass drying her young fanny.
He had finished his swim and was in a cubicle at the far end of the row, furthest from the pool, where he got himself dry and was about to redress but realised he’d left some of his stuff in his locker.
So he wrapped his towel around his naked lower half and went to retrieve his pants and socks.
It was at the point when he spotted Alison, who recognised him instantly and smiled warmly.
He then nodded in the direction of his cubicle door and she blushed
(Part 02)
“Come on Ali” Carole called “come in and close the door”
Alison nodded and smiled and mouthed the words “Five minutes”
“Ok I’m coming” She replied to Carole and hoped she would be very soon.
Eric sat in his cubicle and the anticipation was making him quite hard knowing Alison was only a few yards away and undressing for him and would soon be knocking on his door wearing only a swimsuit.
It wasn’t just the anticipation of course he had had several sexual encounters with her which had all ended in mutual satisfaction but whether it was anticipation or a sensual recollection it left a bulge in the front of his towel.
“You go ahead and I’ll catch up with you” Alison said
“Ok but don’t be long” Carole said as she moved away.
After a moment or two, there was a light knock on the door and when he opened it Alison was there wearing a black one piece swimsuit and clutching a towel.
“Hello Ali” He said wearing only his towel.
“Hi Eric” she said and her eyes went straight to his bulge.
“You’re pleased to see me then” she said
“We both are” he replied and before he had time to cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure, she pushed him back in the cubicle and closed the door behind her.
And with time being of the essence she took the initiative and pulled down the front of her costume and uncovered her cute titties, before releasing his towel and roughly grasping his cock.
This was a surprising turn of events for Eric, she had decided to take full advantage of their meeting and he had no intention of preventing her.
“So what do you want to do now?” he asked as she tugged on him.
In response she let go of his erection long enough to completely remove her costume.
“Everything” she replied and took hold of him again.
“Are you sure?” he asked her
“Oh yes Eric” she replied and kissed him.
“Carole will wonder where you are,” he said feebly
She ignored him and kissed him so he couldn’t speak again.
The moment their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet while she still had a meaningful grip on his cock and then she hooked her other arm around his neck in a vice like grip.
It was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.
His hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks until she pushed him backwards so he had to sit down on the little bench.
Alison was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like on his, nostrils snorting in air.
His hands continued their travels up and down her rear aspect but he knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of the property so he steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.
(Part 03)
At the moment her bony little arse made contact with his lap their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him a toothy smile and locked onto him again.
Eric now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast.
Wrapping her arms around him Alison stopped kissing him and buried her face in his neck instead.
He stopped playing with her hardening nipple and moved his playful hand down across her belly and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the abundant hair of her minge.
They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch.
Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; her thigh’s closing on his hand at the point of climax trapping his fingers between her lips.
But before he had time to consider his next move Alison was up off his lap in a flash, and pausing only to pick up her costume, she bent over on the bench opposite him, her moist pink pussy open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze.
She turned and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant, she would have smiled at him as well but the parts of her swimsuit that she wasn’t biting on, obscured her mouth.
He stood up and approached her but she was stooped over too low for him to penetrate her immediately so he patted her tight little buttock and she adjusted her pose bringing her inviting pink pussy up to cock height.
She was breathing through her nose in quick short snorts as she anticipated what was coming and then he introduced his swollen cock to her waiting cunny and Alison moaned though her gag as he penetrated her.
Her hands located hand holds between the slats of the bench which gave her some purchase and enabled her to thrust her juicy lips onto him and she began moaning uncontrollably as she pumped her pussy on his shaft.
Her tits were jiggling with an equal lack of control until he took them in hand.
She was truly relishing her task as she pumped onto him again and again and with every deep penetration she let out a grunt.
Eric could feel himself on the threshold and he knew from experience that Alison was almost there too as her head was rolling wildly from side to side until she thrust down on his cock one more time and let out a long muffled moan as she went rigid and came and Eric finished inside her.
They stayed in that position for several minutes; both breathing hard and sweating in the warm chlorine scented air.
Alison was the first to move as she pulled her gag from her mouth.
“God I love swimming” she panted.
“Me too” Eric said as he pulled slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
They sat on the bench awhile gathering themselves and then Alison put her costume back on, as he watched libidinously while she redressed.
Then he got dressed in his street clothes and said
“Same time next week?”
“Yes please” she replied
Alison was anxious to go and find Carole so they shared a soft, gentle, and affectionate farewell kiss before he opened the door and she went in search of her friend.
Alison Holmes 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, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl 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.
Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal but she was a nice girl.
She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.
Alison didn’t have a boyfriend and everyone falsely assumed because of her germaphobia that she wouldn’t have sex because it was all a bit messy.
But in truth she had more sex the the other three put together, which was saying something as Amy was quite slutty, monogamous but slutty.
Alison liked sex in fact she really liked sex and subsequently was certainly the most promiscuous of the four house mates.
She just had two rules which were unnegotiable, firstly she insisted that the man had to shower first and she had to shower as soon as possible afterwards.
Also contrary to popular belief she didn’t mind oral sex, but she would only give head if the recipient wore two condoms.
Even with those stipulations she still got well and truly seen to on a regular basis and Alisons most regular partner she met by chance and he met her criteria quite serendipidously.
Her most regular partner, Eric Jespersen, she met by chance after bumping into him in the park one night and they ended up bumping uglies up against an old oak tree.
Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and so he met Alisons criteria however serendipidously.
It turned out to be the first of many such encounters and one of their favourite venues was the Leisure Centre Swimming pool.
Though the first occasion happened again quite by chance.
Eric was a regular swimmer and he was at the pool almost every day but for Alison it was a rarity as she wasn’t really sure how hygienic a public pool could be.
But she allowed herself to be persuaded by her flat mate Carole who didn’t want to go alone.
It was a very modern facility with unisex changing rooms which had two long rows of cubicles’ flanked by lockers.
Eric very much liked the idea that when he was in a cubicle drying his tackle there was only an inch of MDF separating him from some nubile naked lass drying her young fanny.
He had finished his swim and was in a cubicle at the far end of the row, furthest from the pool, where he got himself dry and was about to redress but realised he’d left some of his stuff in his locker.
So he wrapped his towel around his naked lower half and went to retrieve his pants and socks.
It was at the point when he spotted Alison, who recognised him instantly and smiled warmly.
He then nodded in the direction of his cubicle door and she blushed
(Part 02)
“Come on Ali” Carole called “come in and close the door”
Alison nodded and smiled and mouthed the words “Five minutes”
“Ok I’m coming” She replied to Carole and hoped she would be very soon.
Eric sat in his cubicle and the anticipation was making him quite hard knowing Alison was only a few yards away and undressing for him and would soon be knocking on his door wearing only a swimsuit.
It wasn’t just the anticipation of course he had had several sexual encounters with her which had all ended in mutual satisfaction but whether it was anticipation or a sensual recollection it left a bulge in the front of his towel.
“You go ahead and I’ll catch up with you” Alison said
“Ok but don’t be long” Carole said as she moved away.
After a moment or two, there was a light knock on the door and when he opened it Alison was there wearing a black one piece swimsuit and clutching a towel.
“Hello Ali” He said wearing only his towel.
“Hi Eric” she said and her eyes went straight to his bulge.
“You’re pleased to see me then” she said
“We both are” he replied and before he had time to cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure, she pushed him back in the cubicle and closed the door behind her.
And with time being of the essence she took the initiative and pulled down the front of her costume and uncovered her cute titties, before releasing his towel and roughly grasping his cock.
This was a surprising turn of events for Eric, she had decided to take full advantage of their meeting and he had no intention of preventing her.
“So what do you want to do now?” he asked as she tugged on him.
In response she let go of his erection long enough to completely remove her costume.
“Everything” she replied and took hold of him again.
“Are you sure?” he asked her
“Oh yes Eric” she replied and kissed him.
“Carole will wonder where you are,” he said feebly
She ignored him and kissed him so he couldn’t speak again.
The moment their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet while she still had a meaningful grip on his cock and then she hooked her other arm around his neck in a vice like grip.
It was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.
His hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks until she pushed him backwards so he had to sit down on the little bench.
Alison was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like on his, nostrils snorting in air.
His hands continued their travels up and down her rear aspect but he knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of the property so he steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.
(Part 03)
At the moment her bony little arse made contact with his lap their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him a toothy smile and locked onto him again.
Eric now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast.
Wrapping her arms around him Alison stopped kissing him and buried her face in his neck instead.
He stopped playing with her hardening nipple and moved his playful hand down across her belly and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the abundant hair of her minge.
They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch.
Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; her thigh’s closing on his hand at the point of climax trapping his fingers between her lips.
But before he had time to consider his next move Alison was up off his lap in a flash, and pausing only to pick up her costume, she bent over on the bench opposite him, her moist pink pussy open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze.
She turned and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant, she would have smiled at him as well but the parts of her swimsuit that she wasn’t biting on, obscured her mouth.
He stood up and approached her but she was stooped over too low for him to penetrate her immediately so he patted her tight little buttock and she adjusted her pose bringing her inviting pink pussy up to cock height.
She was breathing through her nose in quick short snorts as she anticipated what was coming and then he introduced his swollen cock to her waiting cunny and Alison moaned though her gag as he penetrated her.
Her hands located hand holds between the slats of the bench which gave her some purchase and enabled her to thrust her juicy lips onto him and she began moaning uncontrollably as she pumped her pussy on his shaft.
Her tits were jiggling with an equal lack of control until he took them in hand.
She was truly relishing her task as she pumped onto him again and again and with every deep penetration she let out a grunt.
Eric could feel himself on the threshold and he knew from experience that Alison was almost there too as her head was rolling wildly from side to side until she thrust down on his cock one more time and let out a long muffled moan as she went rigid and came and Eric finished inside her.
They stayed in that position for several minutes; both breathing hard and sweating in the warm chlorine scented air.
Alison was the first to move as she pulled her gag from her mouth.
“God I love swimming” she panted.
“Me too” Eric said as he pulled slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
They sat on the bench awhile gathering themselves and then Alison put her costume back on, as he watched libidinously while she redressed.
Then he got dressed in his street clothes and said
“Same time next week?”
“Yes please” she replied
Alison was anxious to go and find Carole so they shared a soft, gentle, and affectionate farewell kiss before he opened the door and she went in search of her friend.
Saturday, 6 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (063) The Rebellious Miss Richmond
(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.
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 he 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.
The Richmond’s were from Cumbria and stayed at the Clayton Manor Hotel for three weeks every July and had done since they were married.
Jack Richmond was in fish and had a string of fish processing plants, his wife Mary was a big wheel in the Women’s Institute and their 25 year old daughter Sarah was desperately unhappy.
Some of her unhappiness stemmed from low self-esteem because of her robust body shape, she wasn’t fat but she was substantial.
But mainly she was unhappy because of her domineering parents, they told her what to do, what to say, what to think, where to go, her mother bought her clothes, he father vetted which books she read and what music she listened to, she was their prisoner.
But she had begun to rebel although very subtly, in fact so subtly that they didn’t even notice she was doing it.
Sarah pretended to sprain her ankle so she didn’t have to go out with them on their boring outings and it worked.
So understandably she was feeling rather pleased with herself, it was a small victory in the scheme of things, but it was a victory nonetheless.
In fact she was so pleased with her subterfuge that she set about doing all the things her parents wouldn’t let her do starting with the hotel bar.
(Part 02)
It had been a very quiet afternoon, and although the assistant manager, Blaire Parrott, was on a day off, she had everything set up and running like clockwork.
All Gary Playford had to do was man reception for a couple of hours, but as there were no new arrivals expected until the evening he just sat in the small office at the back of reception and put his feet up and wait for the bell to ring.
Which it inevitably did, and it woke Gary from a long afternoon snooze and he surfaced from an erotic dreamland when he heard the “ding”.
The bell rang several more times as he made his way to the desk and when he reached it he found a rather tipsy Sarah Richmond leaning against the front desk with her rather generous chest sitting on the counter top.
“Can I help?” Gary asked her although the direction of his gaze one could have supposed he was addressing her breasts.
“I’m locked out” she slurred “I lost my key somewhere in the bar”
“Did I mention I was in the bar?” she added
“No”
“It’s a very nice bar” she continued “have you been?”
“Yes I have”
“It’s very big you know, and they have lots of drinks” she said as if she was imparting some radical new information.
Gary tapped into the computer and looked at her bar tab and was heartily impressed at the amount she had put away in one short session.
“Well I’ll tell you what we’ll do, we will sit over there and have some coffee, while I get someone to look for your key” He suggested
“I’m not allowed coffee” she said “so yes”
And she tottered to the nearest sofa and sat down.
Gary then rang through to the bar and ordered coffee and asked them to look for Miss Richmond’s room key.
The coffee and the room key arrived in short order and he sat and chatted with her while she drank.
He hadn’t noticed before but she was a pretty girl, with blue eyes and a lovely smile, he hadn’t seen her smile before, she normally looked a bit sulky.
She also had huge breasts and decent legs, which he had noted before but there was a bit too much of her for his taste.
He had never found big women attractive and he made no apology for that, you like what like, and even though she had a pretty face he could never envisage bedding her.
A couple of cups of coffee later and Sarah had sobered considerably
“Ok let’s get you up to your room?” he suggested
“Oh yes please” she said and giggled
“Behave, they’ll be none of that” he scolded
“Shame” she said brazenly
Although it was a slow process he got her upstairs and safely into her room.
“Well thank you” she said and leant in to kiss his cheek but at the last second she kissed him on the mouth and the Nano second their lips touched Sarah thrust her tongue into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took him completely by surprise, though not as much as his own reaction did, when he responded in kind.
(Part 03)
He had never looked at Sarah in a predatory manner because she was a chubster and he was an advocate of the school of thought that believed the nearer the bone the sweeter the meat.
But as her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was warming to her and beginning to see her in an entirely different light, which may have been as a result of the erotic dream he had been having when she rang the bell.
It probably wasn’t for that, that he continued participating under those circumstance but then he thought what the hell it was only customer service.
As Sarah was showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her position by locking her arms around his neck he decided to press on to the next level.
His hands, which had been on the small of her back slipped down to her big round buttocks and gave then a squeeze and finding them surprisingly firm they lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her sweater.
Below that was a t-shirt which he began tugging at to free it from the waistband of her skirt, in response Sarah sucked her tummy in to accommodate him and seconds later his hands where climbing up her naked back towards her bra.
On reaching the substantial piece of engineering that stood between him and her tits he found that this was not the kind of delicate item of lingerie he was used to and began tackling the abundance of hooks.
Sarah’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their assault on his mouth as his hands grappled with her huge gravity defying tits, topped by nipples as stiff as pencil ends.
The kissing was beginning to make his jaws ache so he thought it was time to give her something else to think about so he released her great bulbous breasts and went up her skirt and dragged her tights and knickers off her buttocks.
And then before he had a chance to think she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the arms of the desk chair.
Presented with a great view of her round white arse and ease of access to her lips, he slipped his fingers between her treacly lips.
As his digits parted her lips she moaned out the first of many acquiescing utterances and then while she was still bent over the chair he took her satisfyingly from behind while reaching up under her sweater and cupping her massive tits.
After they had grunted and moaned their way to a mutual conclusion he stood there behind her for a moment caressing her great globes as she panted and when he withdrew she sank to her knees in a disgraced heap.
When Gary left Sarah’s bed two hours later it was with a new admiration for the fuller figure and a new resolve to never say never again.
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.
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 he 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.
The Richmond’s were from Cumbria and stayed at the Clayton Manor Hotel for three weeks every July and had done since they were married.
Jack Richmond was in fish and had a string of fish processing plants, his wife Mary was a big wheel in the Women’s Institute and their 25 year old daughter Sarah was desperately unhappy.
Some of her unhappiness stemmed from low self-esteem because of her robust body shape, she wasn’t fat but she was substantial.
But mainly she was unhappy because of her domineering parents, they told her what to do, what to say, what to think, where to go, her mother bought her clothes, he father vetted which books she read and what music she listened to, she was their prisoner.
But she had begun to rebel although very subtly, in fact so subtly that they didn’t even notice she was doing it.
Sarah pretended to sprain her ankle so she didn’t have to go out with them on their boring outings and it worked.
So understandably she was feeling rather pleased with herself, it was a small victory in the scheme of things, but it was a victory nonetheless.
In fact she was so pleased with her subterfuge that she set about doing all the things her parents wouldn’t let her do starting with the hotel bar.
(Part 02)
It had been a very quiet afternoon, and although the assistant manager, Blaire Parrott, was on a day off, she had everything set up and running like clockwork.
All Gary Playford had to do was man reception for a couple of hours, but as there were no new arrivals expected until the evening he just sat in the small office at the back of reception and put his feet up and wait for the bell to ring.
Which it inevitably did, and it woke Gary from a long afternoon snooze and he surfaced from an erotic dreamland when he heard the “ding”.
The bell rang several more times as he made his way to the desk and when he reached it he found a rather tipsy Sarah Richmond leaning against the front desk with her rather generous chest sitting on the counter top.
“Can I help?” Gary asked her although the direction of his gaze one could have supposed he was addressing her breasts.
“I’m locked out” she slurred “I lost my key somewhere in the bar”
“Did I mention I was in the bar?” she added
“No”
“It’s a very nice bar” she continued “have you been?”
“Yes I have”
“It’s very big you know, and they have lots of drinks” she said as if she was imparting some radical new information.
Gary tapped into the computer and looked at her bar tab and was heartily impressed at the amount she had put away in one short session.
“Well I’ll tell you what we’ll do, we will sit over there and have some coffee, while I get someone to look for your key” He suggested
“I’m not allowed coffee” she said “so yes”
And she tottered to the nearest sofa and sat down.
Gary then rang through to the bar and ordered coffee and asked them to look for Miss Richmond’s room key.
The coffee and the room key arrived in short order and he sat and chatted with her while she drank.
He hadn’t noticed before but she was a pretty girl, with blue eyes and a lovely smile, he hadn’t seen her smile before, she normally looked a bit sulky.
She also had huge breasts and decent legs, which he had noted before but there was a bit too much of her for his taste.
He had never found big women attractive and he made no apology for that, you like what like, and even though she had a pretty face he could never envisage bedding her.
A couple of cups of coffee later and Sarah had sobered considerably
“Ok let’s get you up to your room?” he suggested
“Oh yes please” she said and giggled
“Behave, they’ll be none of that” he scolded
“Shame” she said brazenly
Although it was a slow process he got her upstairs and safely into her room.
“Well thank you” she said and leant in to kiss his cheek but at the last second she kissed him on the mouth and the Nano second their lips touched Sarah thrust her tongue into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took him completely by surprise, though not as much as his own reaction did, when he responded in kind.
(Part 03)
He had never looked at Sarah in a predatory manner because she was a chubster and he was an advocate of the school of thought that believed the nearer the bone the sweeter the meat.
But as her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was warming to her and beginning to see her in an entirely different light, which may have been as a result of the erotic dream he had been having when she rang the bell.
It probably wasn’t for that, that he continued participating under those circumstance but then he thought what the hell it was only customer service.
As Sarah was showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her position by locking her arms around his neck he decided to press on to the next level.
His hands, which had been on the small of her back slipped down to her big round buttocks and gave then a squeeze and finding them surprisingly firm they lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her sweater.
Below that was a t-shirt which he began tugging at to free it from the waistband of her skirt, in response Sarah sucked her tummy in to accommodate him and seconds later his hands where climbing up her naked back towards her bra.
On reaching the substantial piece of engineering that stood between him and her tits he found that this was not the kind of delicate item of lingerie he was used to and began tackling the abundance of hooks.
Sarah’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their assault on his mouth as his hands grappled with her huge gravity defying tits, topped by nipples as stiff as pencil ends.
The kissing was beginning to make his jaws ache so he thought it was time to give her something else to think about so he released her great bulbous breasts and went up her skirt and dragged her tights and knickers off her buttocks.
And then before he had a chance to think she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the arms of the desk chair.
Presented with a great view of her round white arse and ease of access to her lips, he slipped his fingers between her treacly lips.
As his digits parted her lips she moaned out the first of many acquiescing utterances and then while she was still bent over the chair he took her satisfyingly from behind while reaching up under her sweater and cupping her massive tits.
After they had grunted and moaned their way to a mutual conclusion he stood there behind her for a moment caressing her great globes as she panted and when he withdrew she sank to her knees in a disgraced heap.
When Gary left Sarah’s bed two hours later it was with a new admiration for the fuller figure and a new resolve to never say never again.
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