(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 and they had some very exciting experiences together one of which was particularly memorable and occurred at the house warming at the house they shared.
(Part 02)
Carole and Claire were late leaving the Vale but the fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way, in fact because the traffic was lighter they got to the house in Abbottsford only ten minutes later than they had originally planned.
They were just taking dinner orders as they arrived so Carole let Claire choose while Carole claimed the last two remaining places in the lounge, which were in the bay window.
There were nineteen people sitting in the lounge drinking wine and eating pizza, there were the six housemates and partners plus an assortment of friends, it wasn’t a bad sized room, and it had three large sofas in it but it was never intended to accommodate nineteen people.
Claire and Carole were seated on the deep windowsill in the bay window with a gap of about two feet between them and the back of one of the sofas.
This afforded the taller of the two girls, Carole, a great view down the tops of the two girls seated on the sofa, one of them was her skinny braless housemate Alison Holmes while the other one was Amy Coates who had a fine pair contained in a green lacy bra a size too small and definitely not up to the job to holding the load, in fact the cups were so small that both areolas were clearly visible above the line of green lace.
Claire suddenly slapped her thigh
“Are you looking at Amy’s tits?”
She whispered in her ear, although whispering it seemed unnecessary as the room was so noisy she could have used a bullhorn and no one would have overheard her.
“Yes of course, what a stupid question” she replied above a whisper
“You’re a dirty cow,” Claire said laughing then she held Carole’s hand and gave it a squeeze, a few minutes later Amy, the girl with the big tits and the small bra, turned round and spoke.
“Here you two look at this” and Claire leant over the sofa between Amy and Alison, looking at something on Claire’s Kindle.
Carole could see from where she was but wasn’t really interested but the other three were laughing at a movie clip as Carole slid her hand up Claire’s skirt but she didn’t bat an eye lid, not even when she pulled her knickers off her buttocks and half way down her thighs, nor again when she fondled her cheeks.
Only a few moments later after Carole’s fingers parted Amy’s lips did she call a halt to her mischief and sat back down.
Then she turned and smiled a saucy smile at her and took her knickers all the way off before stuffing them in Carole’s trouser pocket.
“I don’t think I’m going to be needing them” Claire said and placed Carole’s hand between her knees.
(Part 03)
Carole and Claire were situated in the perfect place for their purposes, they could see everyone else but no one could see anything of them below the chest, unless they were stood directly facing them and if anyone did that they would stop.
While Carole’s hand slid purposefully between Claire’s thighs, hers was stroking the length of her pale blue cotton covered thigh.
As Carole’s hand neared its destination she felt the hair of her lovers bush brushing the skin on the back of her hand and then her fingers homed in on Claire’s pussy.
When Claire was standing bent over the sofa she was deliciously moist to her touch but when Carole returned to the seat of her moistness she found her creamily wet and she let out a little gasp as her finger went in her.
No one heard it; it was still far too noisy in the room, but she couldn’t take her too far because even with the decibel level as high as it was in that place, they would certainly hear dirty Miss Jarvis come.
However it was just when Carole was getting her well lathered up that the lights suddenly went on and the music stopped and some bright spark thought it would be a good idea to raise a toast to the new house.
Claire tutted loudly and pulled Carole’s finger out of her pussy and closed her thighs tight.
“Cheers” she said smiling falsely.
The moment the chinking of glasses was over Claire was on her feet saying to Carole
“Come and give me a hand”
Now it’s all very well for Claire wearing a skirt and knickers hurrying out wish sticky lips but it was quite different for Carole in pale blue skinnies.
Claire’s lather was out of sight but Carole’s had soaked into her jeans.
Behind the sofa went unseen but now she was up and the lights were on it was a different matter so she tapped Claire on the shoulder
“What?” she said impatiently
Carole indicated her predicament with her eyes and Claire looked down and smiled and then she picked up their empty pizza box and put it in front of Carole’s damp crotch.
“Can we go now?” she said sarcastically
Carole nodded and then bashfully followed her out of the room and once in the hallway she dispensed with the pizza box and pursued Claire up the stairs who had shown her a clean pair of heels and by the time Carole reached Claire’s room she had already shed her skirt and was pulling her t-shirt off over her head and was wearing her unfastened bra like a holster
“Come here sticky knickers” she beckoned to Carole “let me make you more comfortable” and Carole closed the door.
Tuesday, 16 May 2017
Monday, 15 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (077) The Second Adventure
(Part 01)
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund, were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
As it was a beautiful day Gary suggested some alfresco fun out in the woods but Sara was reluctant because of the large number of campers and the sparse cover around the camp site so later that morning they took a drive over to the Dancingdean Forest.
They parked up and then walked along a well-worn trail for about half an hour and then Gary led them off-piste into the more heavily forested wood.
And a half an hour later they came to a small rocky clearing and then they sat down and had a drink.
“Another half an hour” he said, “and we should be alright”
“I like it here” she said and kissed him an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.
“I think we need to go a bit further into the woods” he said breaking away from her embrace.
“No” she snapped and reengaged her mouth while settling her hand on his lap, which duly swelled in response.
He broke away again and insisted urgently
“We really do need to go further under cover”
“No” she said again and began to unzip his fly.
(Part 02)
Gary and Sarah sat in a clearing kissing, but fearful of discovery he broke away from her again and insisted urgently
“We really need to go further under cover”
“No” she said again and began to unzip his fly.
“But” he interjected but she reengaged with his mouth again to stop him talking while she deftly removed his cock and provocatively stroked his shaft.
After a moment or two of her delicious attentions she stopped kissing his mouth and stooped down and kissed his bell before taking his cock in her mouth.
“God she really has embraced the adventure” he thought to himself
“I really think we should …” he began but in truth it was futile once her lips had encircled his shaft he knew they weren’t going anywhere.
“Oh Sara” was all he could manage while she sucked on him then there was a smacking of lips and a slurp before she raised her head and gave him a slutty leer which said
“Now you can fuck me you dirty bastard”
The problem was where, they were in a clearing and although deserted they couldn’t trust to luck that they wouldn’t be discovered in flagrante delicto.
However while he was dithering about trying to think of a safe place to take her the new adventurous decisively dirty Sara took control of the situation, when she took hold of his cock and led him, like a bull by the nose, behind a tree.
Once they were safely out of sight she let go of his tool and quickly undid her jeans and when they were residing just above her knees accompanied by her pink lacy knickers she leant against the tree with her arse pointed provocatively at him her pale cheeks quivering in the dappled sunlight.
With a quick check over his shoulder to see the coast was clear he dropped his pants and trousers and inched up behind her.
Gary got in close and his cock slipped in between her thighs until he could feel the course hairs of her bush brushing against the end of his erection and with no time for finesse he just groped inside her jacket and un-cupped her breasts while she rubbed her moist lips along his shaft and once he had her plump breasts in hand he moved backwards slightly, bent his knees and thrust purposely upwards into the heat of her.
“Nice” Sara said as he slipped into her and as he gave her more of the same she had to stand on tiptoes on the zenith of each upstroke.
It was a frenetic affair, noisy and raw and by the time they reached the peak they were both panting hard and Sara barely had enough breath to scream when she came and all he could manage was a grunt.
Sweating and panting, they stayed joined in their lustful pose for a few moments and then he withdrew and quickly redressed while a panting Sara stood hugging the tree and after he finished he slapped Sara’s quivering buttock.
“Oh God I love adventure” she said
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund, were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
As it was a beautiful day Gary suggested some alfresco fun out in the woods but Sara was reluctant because of the large number of campers and the sparse cover around the camp site so later that morning they took a drive over to the Dancingdean Forest.
They parked up and then walked along a well-worn trail for about half an hour and then Gary led them off-piste into the more heavily forested wood.
And a half an hour later they came to a small rocky clearing and then they sat down and had a drink.
“Another half an hour” he said, “and we should be alright”
“I like it here” she said and kissed him an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.
“I think we need to go a bit further into the woods” he said breaking away from her embrace.
“No” she snapped and reengaged her mouth while settling her hand on his lap, which duly swelled in response.
He broke away again and insisted urgently
“We really do need to go further under cover”
“No” she said again and began to unzip his fly.
(Part 02)
Gary and Sarah sat in a clearing kissing, but fearful of discovery he broke away from her again and insisted urgently
“We really need to go further under cover”
“No” she said again and began to unzip his fly.
“But” he interjected but she reengaged with his mouth again to stop him talking while she deftly removed his cock and provocatively stroked his shaft.
After a moment or two of her delicious attentions she stopped kissing his mouth and stooped down and kissed his bell before taking his cock in her mouth.
“God she really has embraced the adventure” he thought to himself
“I really think we should …” he began but in truth it was futile once her lips had encircled his shaft he knew they weren’t going anywhere.
“Oh Sara” was all he could manage while she sucked on him then there was a smacking of lips and a slurp before she raised her head and gave him a slutty leer which said
“Now you can fuck me you dirty bastard”
The problem was where, they were in a clearing and although deserted they couldn’t trust to luck that they wouldn’t be discovered in flagrante delicto.
However while he was dithering about trying to think of a safe place to take her the new adventurous decisively dirty Sara took control of the situation, when she took hold of his cock and led him, like a bull by the nose, behind a tree.
Once they were safely out of sight she let go of his tool and quickly undid her jeans and when they were residing just above her knees accompanied by her pink lacy knickers she leant against the tree with her arse pointed provocatively at him her pale cheeks quivering in the dappled sunlight.
With a quick check over his shoulder to see the coast was clear he dropped his pants and trousers and inched up behind her.
Gary got in close and his cock slipped in between her thighs until he could feel the course hairs of her bush brushing against the end of his erection and with no time for finesse he just groped inside her jacket and un-cupped her breasts while she rubbed her moist lips along his shaft and once he had her plump breasts in hand he moved backwards slightly, bent his knees and thrust purposely upwards into the heat of her.
“Nice” Sara said as he slipped into her and as he gave her more of the same she had to stand on tiptoes on the zenith of each upstroke.
It was a frenetic affair, noisy and raw and by the time they reached the peak they were both panting hard and Sara barely had enough breath to scream when she came and all he could manage was a grunt.
Sweating and panting, they stayed joined in their lustful pose for a few moments and then he withdrew and quickly redressed while a panting Sara stood hugging the tree and after he finished he slapped Sara’s quivering buttock.
“Oh God I love adventure” she said
Sunday, 14 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (076) A Vision of Pulchritude
Sweet Isabel walked in to the party with a delicate air and she entered his life like a breath of spring, enlivening him and her sweet refreshing presence altered everything in his world for ever.
Heads turned to watch the maiden, a vision of pulchritude, as she moved like liquid lust, but she had eyes for him and him alone.
She was lithe limbed, gracile and coquettish in the extreme and had but one desire which was to win his heart and soul because Isabel was hopelessly in love with him.
But until that day she had been invisible to him, just another college girl on campus, but for her he was her universe and every night he was in her head as her fingers were in her.
That day she was not invisible, that day he could see her and his balls ached for her, but he wasn’t going to get her, not that day.
She didn’t want to be just another conquest for a college boy, she wanted him but she would deny herself the pleasure of him until he wanted her more.
Dressed as she was in a figure hugging dress which left nothing to the imagination, she would win his love with his lust.
She had his attention now and with him hooked she would lead him like a bull by the nose until she was certain she had his heart, his soul and his love as certain sure as she could have had his cock right there and then.
Only when he professed his love to her and she was sure of his sincerity would she surrender her virginity to him.
Heads turned to watch the maiden, a vision of pulchritude, as she moved like liquid lust, but she had eyes for him and him alone.
She was lithe limbed, gracile and coquettish in the extreme and had but one desire which was to win his heart and soul because Isabel was hopelessly in love with him.
But until that day she had been invisible to him, just another college girl on campus, but for her he was her universe and every night he was in her head as her fingers were in her.
That day she was not invisible, that day he could see her and his balls ached for her, but he wasn’t going to get her, not that day.
She didn’t want to be just another conquest for a college boy, she wanted him but she would deny herself the pleasure of him until he wanted her more.
Dressed as she was in a figure hugging dress which left nothing to the imagination, she would win his love with his lust.
She had his attention now and with him hooked she would lead him like a bull by the nose until she was certain she had his heart, his soul and his love as certain sure as she could have had his cock right there and then.
Only when he professed his love to her and she was sure of his sincerity would she surrender her virginity to him.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (075) A Call of Nature
Jude Marante was on his Easter break from his second year at Abbottsford University and he was at his parents’ home in Shallowfield, and his parents and younger brother Tony were all at work.
It was around lunchtime, but being a student he hadn’t been up for long and he wasn’t even dressed, he had showered and was wearing his robe and was on his way to the kitchen for a late breakfast or an early lunch.
But he only got halfway down the hall when there was a knock on the front door and when he opened it he found Sylvia Silverman standing on the step, fidgeting.
Sylvia was his younger brother Tony’s ex-girlfriend who was a cute little brunette, who he had fancied all the time she was dating Tony, and he always suspected it was mutual, but then he went off to uni and she and Tony broke up.
“Hey” he said
“Hi Jude” she said still fidgeting
“How are you?” Jude asked
“Desperate” she replied
“What?”
“I’m desperate for the loo” she said
“Oh” he said and laughed “You’d better come in then”
“Thanks” Sylvia said and dropped her stuff in the hall and darted into the downstairs loo, but significantly didn’t shoot the bolt.
Jude stood out in the hall and could hear the seat go down and the rustle of clothes which he imagined to be her tights and drawers and then a bump as her arse hit the seat, all of which gave him the horn. Sylvia then proceeded to pee, a lot and this did nothing to diminish his erection as he found it nerve tinglingly arousing.
When the horse like urination reduced to drops and dribbles he pushed the handle down and opened the door just as she was about to wipe herself dry and she was unalarmed by his entrance, she stopped what she was about to do and smiled because Sylvia had noticed his cock twitching beneath his robe so she reached forward and pulled the loosed end of his belt so his robe fell open and then grabbing the two halves she had a good long look at his awakening cock before she pulled him closer.
Once she had him standing in front of her Sylvia began pulling his stork gently and looked up at his face as she played with him and the smiling Sylvia said.
“I’ve been looking forward to this”,
“Me too” Jude replied and returned her smile and closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob and her tongue began to flick around his helmet in quick feather light licks.
Until all at once in one smooth warm wet instant he was in her mouth.
“Oh that’s so nice Sylv,” he gasped but as wonderfully sensual as it was he was aching to be in a different part of her so he withdrew from her voracious mouth and stood her up and then lifted her up so her pert arse was sitting on top of the cistern.
“Oh that’s chilly” she giggled as he lifted her legs up so he could pull her black tights and knickers off over her ankles.
Jude was soon stood in front of her again and kissed her as he thrust his cock between her wet whiskers and she let out a long coarse breath.
“I knew I’d get you one day” she said smugly as her arms locked around his neck and her legs hooked behind his arse as she took what she gone to the house for in the first place.
It was around lunchtime, but being a student he hadn’t been up for long and he wasn’t even dressed, he had showered and was wearing his robe and was on his way to the kitchen for a late breakfast or an early lunch.
But he only got halfway down the hall when there was a knock on the front door and when he opened it he found Sylvia Silverman standing on the step, fidgeting.
Sylvia was his younger brother Tony’s ex-girlfriend who was a cute little brunette, who he had fancied all the time she was dating Tony, and he always suspected it was mutual, but then he went off to uni and she and Tony broke up.
“Hey” he said
“Hi Jude” she said still fidgeting
“How are you?” Jude asked
“Desperate” she replied
“What?”
“I’m desperate for the loo” she said
“Oh” he said and laughed “You’d better come in then”
“Thanks” Sylvia said and dropped her stuff in the hall and darted into the downstairs loo, but significantly didn’t shoot the bolt.
Jude stood out in the hall and could hear the seat go down and the rustle of clothes which he imagined to be her tights and drawers and then a bump as her arse hit the seat, all of which gave him the horn. Sylvia then proceeded to pee, a lot and this did nothing to diminish his erection as he found it nerve tinglingly arousing.
When the horse like urination reduced to drops and dribbles he pushed the handle down and opened the door just as she was about to wipe herself dry and she was unalarmed by his entrance, she stopped what she was about to do and smiled because Sylvia had noticed his cock twitching beneath his robe so she reached forward and pulled the loosed end of his belt so his robe fell open and then grabbing the two halves she had a good long look at his awakening cock before she pulled him closer.
Once she had him standing in front of her Sylvia began pulling his stork gently and looked up at his face as she played with him and the smiling Sylvia said.
“I’ve been looking forward to this”,
“Me too” Jude replied and returned her smile and closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob and her tongue began to flick around his helmet in quick feather light licks.
Until all at once in one smooth warm wet instant he was in her mouth.
“Oh that’s so nice Sylv,” he gasped but as wonderfully sensual as it was he was aching to be in a different part of her so he withdrew from her voracious mouth and stood her up and then lifted her up so her pert arse was sitting on top of the cistern.
“Oh that’s chilly” she giggled as he lifted her legs up so he could pull her black tights and knickers off over her ankles.
Jude was soon stood in front of her again and kissed her as he thrust his cock between her wet whiskers and she let out a long coarse breath.
“I knew I’d get you one day” she said smugly as her arms locked around his neck and her legs hooked behind his arse as she took what she gone to the house for in the first place.
Saturday, 13 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (074) Double Trouble on the Train
Lifelong best friends Greg Wishaw and Joshua Regal worked together for Stanislas, Boivin and Champeaux Solicitors in Finchbottom and spent their annual bonus on the trip of a life time on the Orient Express and were partying hard in the bar car when Greg got chatting with a drop dead gorgeous girl called Tara Harfield, who was serious posh totty, and seriously hot.
She was five foot two with red hair and a pale complexion and was cutely freckled and she was with a friend, Sonja Marti who was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut party outfits.
Greg wasn’t sure where Sonja went but while Joshua got wasted Greg got lucky as he and Tara slipped away from the party and the moment they left the bar car she was all over him and as her tongue explored his mouth his hands explored inside her top and tried to unhook her bra.
“No not here” she said and walked away “Come on”
And she ran giggling down the corridor and he ran after her until she stopped abruptly outside her cabin, where she stood fingering her hair and chewing her lip while she waited for him and then he kissed her and again tried to liberate her breasts only to be thrwarted once more.
“Not out here” she said
“Lets go inside then” he urged
“Ok” she said and kised him “But let me go first to get ready”
“Ok” he agrees
“Give me 5 minutes” Tara said and kissed him again
He was arroused from the moment they kissed but while he waited the five minutes outside her cabin he just got harder and harder.
When his five minutes were up he entered the cabin and quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied in the dimly lit room a naked buttock protruding from beneath a blanket on the top bunk.
“There you are” he said
And feeling himself restricted he shed his trousers and pants, and leant in and kissed her plump cheek and his arousal continued.
Greg caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips.
At his first touch she was considerably more than moist and lathered up even more as he stroked her and she began moaning softly into her pillow.
As she warmed to his rhythmic touch he penetrated her with two fingers and her instant response was to roll over and spread herself wide so he could frigged her hole with two fingers and lap up the resulting juice with his tongue.
But as Tara moaned appreciatively in response to his efforts he suddenly felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him completely and he lifted his head from Tara’s cunny and asked
“Who’s that?”
“Oh that’s my best friend Sonja” Tara said “We share everything”
“I love to share” he said and buried his face back into Tara’s pussy while Sonja sucked on his cock.
She was five foot two with red hair and a pale complexion and was cutely freckled and she was with a friend, Sonja Marti who was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut party outfits.
Greg wasn’t sure where Sonja went but while Joshua got wasted Greg got lucky as he and Tara slipped away from the party and the moment they left the bar car she was all over him and as her tongue explored his mouth his hands explored inside her top and tried to unhook her bra.
“No not here” she said and walked away “Come on”
And she ran giggling down the corridor and he ran after her until she stopped abruptly outside her cabin, where she stood fingering her hair and chewing her lip while she waited for him and then he kissed her and again tried to liberate her breasts only to be thrwarted once more.
“Not out here” she said
“Lets go inside then” he urged
“Ok” she said and kised him “But let me go first to get ready”
“Ok” he agrees
“Give me 5 minutes” Tara said and kissed him again
He was arroused from the moment they kissed but while he waited the five minutes outside her cabin he just got harder and harder.
When his five minutes were up he entered the cabin and quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied in the dimly lit room a naked buttock protruding from beneath a blanket on the top bunk.
“There you are” he said
And feeling himself restricted he shed his trousers and pants, and leant in and kissed her plump cheek and his arousal continued.
Greg caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips.
At his first touch she was considerably more than moist and lathered up even more as he stroked her and she began moaning softly into her pillow.
As she warmed to his rhythmic touch he penetrated her with two fingers and her instant response was to roll over and spread herself wide so he could frigged her hole with two fingers and lap up the resulting juice with his tongue.
But as Tara moaned appreciatively in response to his efforts he suddenly felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him completely and he lifted his head from Tara’s cunny and asked
“Who’s that?”
“Oh that’s my best friend Sonja” Tara said “We share everything”
“I love to share” he said and buried his face back into Tara’s pussy while Sonja sucked on his cock.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (073) The Scarlet Woman
(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, and sexy 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.
As part of “making a world of their own” they decided to plan to spend as much time together as possible which meant staying at each other’s houses but the first time he went to Samantha’s house he was driving her car as she was over the limit and once they were one their way and she gave him directions and they headed towards the posh end of the Vale.
“Oh I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said
“I don’t get nob as often as I’d like” Sam replied
“Samantha Barraclough?” he said shocked “I thought you were a lady”
“I am a lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied “with you I can be a Trollope”
(Part 02)
Samantha gave Bob directions and they headed towards the posh end of the Vale.
“Oh I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said
“I don’t get nob as often as I’d like” Sam replied
“Samantha Barraclough?” he said shocked “I thought you were a lady”
“I am a lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied “with you I can be a Trollope”
“Fare comment” he replied
“I think your reputation is safe madam” he whispered
“But I feel like a scarlet woman” she giggled
“So do I” he replied
“You’re just sex mad” she said
When they got to Samantha’s, he drove the car onto her drive.
“Put it in the garage” Samantha said “the remote is in the glove compartment”
He opened the garage door as instructed and drove in, then closed the door behind them.
“Home sweet home” Samantha said “welcome to my home”
They got out of the Cherokee and after retrieving some bits from the car they emerged in the kitchen where Samantha took her bits from him.
“Make a drink darling” she said “while I get changed”
“Ok” he said and boiled the kettle and made them coffee.
Bob was sat on a stool drinking his until Sam re-joined him in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.
She had indeed changed out of the borrowed items she arrived in; she was now standing in the doorway wearing matching red silk underwear, red stockings, high heeled shoes and a lascivious expression.
“Did someone order a scarlet woman?” she asked coyly
It took him completely by surprise and he almost fainted as all the blood rushed to his loins.
“I’m very partial to a scarlet woman” he said as he looked her up and down.
Samantha was such a classy woman even when she was playing the strumpet.
A classy chassis dressed in classy expensive lingerie, the camisole merely hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed her arousal and her camiknickers were both flattering and tempting simultaneously while her red stockings were again of the highest quality as were their contents.
Bob’s hands sweated and his mouth salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package.
“Especially a posh one”
“Is that why you want me” she asked as she walked towards him on her high heels which probable cost more than his last bonus cheque. “Because I’m posh”
“I do like posh birds” he confessed “but I want you now because you’re hot”
“Good answer” Samantha said as she stood in front of him. “You can have the prize now”
And she moved in close and kissed him slowly and deliberately and his cock almost burst out of his trousers.
“Can I unwrap it now?” he asked her between kisses
“You don’t have to unwrap it completely” she replied with a coy smile.
He knew precisely what she meant by that so he ran his fingers lightly across the cool silk of her camisole, then caressed gently around her breast brushing her nipples, stirring them like an autumn breeze and making her suck air through her teeth before kissing him urgently and then his hand made full meaningful contact with her firm round breast and his thumb traced circles around the areola of her aroused teat.
Samantha pressed up against him, so close that not even a cigarette paper could have passed between them and his hand abandoned her breast and joined its partner to fondle her ample silk clad buttocks.
She fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.
(Part 03)
Bob was sat on the kitchen stool with a scantily clad Samantha stood
Pressed up against him and then she fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.
This motion offered up her stocking topped thigh to within easy reach of his hand, a situation he immediately took advantage of.
Beginning at her knee he stroked her leg, the stocking was sheer and cool beneath his palm, the lace topping was luxurious and the flesh beyond as soft and silky, as soft and silky as the red knickers at the top of her thigh.
They stopped kissing and Samantha rested her forehead against his as his hand slipped up her knicker leg and his fingers were quickly toying amidst her pubic hairs.
He could feel Samantha’s breath on his face and as his fingers slipped into the creamy wetness between her lips she exclaimed a loud appreciative moan in his face.
As he marvelled at her wetness and how delicious her cream felt between his fingers, she moved her head next to his so he could hear her murmuring and panting.
These erotic emanations soon turned to moans as he rubbed her clit and it wasn’t many moments before she stiffened in his arms as she came loudly in his ear at his tender sensual touch.
Samantha’s arms were locked around his neck as she kissed his ear and chewed roughly on his earlobe before she wetly tongued every contour of his ear.
Bob grasped a handful of fleshy buttock in each hand and stood up, not an easy task with Samantha wrapped around his neck like an anaconda, but made all the more difficult by the added handicap of a rather noteworthy erection trying desperately to break free.
Still he wasn’t planning on a route march he only needed to stagger three paces, and then he deposited Samantha’s plump arse on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
As her plump cheeks slapped onto the marble worktop she released her vice like grip, looked at him very lustfully and smiled before resting her head on his chest.
She remained in that position all the while she was extricating his swollen member from his clothing.
When she had completed her task she looked back up at him, her mouth wearing a distinct leer as she grasped his cock tightly in her small hand.
He could have taken the opportunity to undress her, she wouldn’t have complained, but he knew that wasn’t what she really wanted.
Bob put his hand on her cheek and turning her face towards him he kissed her lustful lips as she held on to his manhood as if her life depended on it.
With the merest of pressure he pulled her legs open and with her open to the fullest, he slipped his thumb up the leg of her silk panties and pulled them to one side and exposed the moist flesh of her hot ripe pussy and when he inched forward her hand guided him in and she roared in his mouth as he penetrated her.
She gripped his hips with her knees and her stiletto heels dug into his calves as he thrust into her a second and third time.
Samantha released her grip from about his neck and leant back, resting on her hands as she continued to receive him and she was panting and puffing like a steam engine as he thrust again and again.
Sadly all things must come to an end and Samantha was on the brink of orgasm and exhaustion so as she had collapsed onto her back he slid both hands up under her camisole and groped at her beautiful tits while he quickened the pace until she screamed out in orgasm and Samantha squirmed and sighed smugly as he finished.
“Was that enough Nob for madam” he asked
“Adequate” she replied and giggled
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, and sexy 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.
As part of “making a world of their own” they decided to plan to spend as much time together as possible which meant staying at each other’s houses but the first time he went to Samantha’s house he was driving her car as she was over the limit and once they were one their way and she gave him directions and they headed towards the posh end of the Vale.
“Oh I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said
“I don’t get nob as often as I’d like” Sam replied
“Samantha Barraclough?” he said shocked “I thought you were a lady”
“I am a lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied “with you I can be a Trollope”
(Part 02)
Samantha gave Bob directions and they headed towards the posh end of the Vale.
“Oh I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said
“I don’t get nob as often as I’d like” Sam replied
“Samantha Barraclough?” he said shocked “I thought you were a lady”
“I am a lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied “with you I can be a Trollope”
“Fare comment” he replied
“I think your reputation is safe madam” he whispered
“But I feel like a scarlet woman” she giggled
“So do I” he replied
“You’re just sex mad” she said
When they got to Samantha’s, he drove the car onto her drive.
“Put it in the garage” Samantha said “the remote is in the glove compartment”
He opened the garage door as instructed and drove in, then closed the door behind them.
“Home sweet home” Samantha said “welcome to my home”
They got out of the Cherokee and after retrieving some bits from the car they emerged in the kitchen where Samantha took her bits from him.
“Make a drink darling” she said “while I get changed”
“Ok” he said and boiled the kettle and made them coffee.
Bob was sat on a stool drinking his until Sam re-joined him in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.
She had indeed changed out of the borrowed items she arrived in; she was now standing in the doorway wearing matching red silk underwear, red stockings, high heeled shoes and a lascivious expression.
“Did someone order a scarlet woman?” she asked coyly
It took him completely by surprise and he almost fainted as all the blood rushed to his loins.
“I’m very partial to a scarlet woman” he said as he looked her up and down.
Samantha was such a classy woman even when she was playing the strumpet.
A classy chassis dressed in classy expensive lingerie, the camisole merely hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed her arousal and her camiknickers were both flattering and tempting simultaneously while her red stockings were again of the highest quality as were their contents.
Bob’s hands sweated and his mouth salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package.
“Especially a posh one”
“Is that why you want me” she asked as she walked towards him on her high heels which probable cost more than his last bonus cheque. “Because I’m posh”
“I do like posh birds” he confessed “but I want you now because you’re hot”
“Good answer” Samantha said as she stood in front of him. “You can have the prize now”
And she moved in close and kissed him slowly and deliberately and his cock almost burst out of his trousers.
“Can I unwrap it now?” he asked her between kisses
“You don’t have to unwrap it completely” she replied with a coy smile.
He knew precisely what she meant by that so he ran his fingers lightly across the cool silk of her camisole, then caressed gently around her breast brushing her nipples, stirring them like an autumn breeze and making her suck air through her teeth before kissing him urgently and then his hand made full meaningful contact with her firm round breast and his thumb traced circles around the areola of her aroused teat.
Samantha pressed up against him, so close that not even a cigarette paper could have passed between them and his hand abandoned her breast and joined its partner to fondle her ample silk clad buttocks.
She fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.
(Part 03)
Bob was sat on the kitchen stool with a scantily clad Samantha stood
Pressed up against him and then she fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.
This motion offered up her stocking topped thigh to within easy reach of his hand, a situation he immediately took advantage of.
Beginning at her knee he stroked her leg, the stocking was sheer and cool beneath his palm, the lace topping was luxurious and the flesh beyond as soft and silky, as soft and silky as the red knickers at the top of her thigh.
They stopped kissing and Samantha rested her forehead against his as his hand slipped up her knicker leg and his fingers were quickly toying amidst her pubic hairs.
He could feel Samantha’s breath on his face and as his fingers slipped into the creamy wetness between her lips she exclaimed a loud appreciative moan in his face.
As he marvelled at her wetness and how delicious her cream felt between his fingers, she moved her head next to his so he could hear her murmuring and panting.
These erotic emanations soon turned to moans as he rubbed her clit and it wasn’t many moments before she stiffened in his arms as she came loudly in his ear at his tender sensual touch.
Samantha’s arms were locked around his neck as she kissed his ear and chewed roughly on his earlobe before she wetly tongued every contour of his ear.
Bob grasped a handful of fleshy buttock in each hand and stood up, not an easy task with Samantha wrapped around his neck like an anaconda, but made all the more difficult by the added handicap of a rather noteworthy erection trying desperately to break free.
Still he wasn’t planning on a route march he only needed to stagger three paces, and then he deposited Samantha’s plump arse on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
As her plump cheeks slapped onto the marble worktop she released her vice like grip, looked at him very lustfully and smiled before resting her head on his chest.
She remained in that position all the while she was extricating his swollen member from his clothing.
When she had completed her task she looked back up at him, her mouth wearing a distinct leer as she grasped his cock tightly in her small hand.
He could have taken the opportunity to undress her, she wouldn’t have complained, but he knew that wasn’t what she really wanted.
Bob put his hand on her cheek and turning her face towards him he kissed her lustful lips as she held on to his manhood as if her life depended on it.
With the merest of pressure he pulled her legs open and with her open to the fullest, he slipped his thumb up the leg of her silk panties and pulled them to one side and exposed the moist flesh of her hot ripe pussy and when he inched forward her hand guided him in and she roared in his mouth as he penetrated her.
She gripped his hips with her knees and her stiletto heels dug into his calves as he thrust into her a second and third time.
Samantha released her grip from about his neck and leant back, resting on her hands as she continued to receive him and she was panting and puffing like a steam engine as he thrust again and again.
Sadly all things must come to an end and Samantha was on the brink of orgasm and exhaustion so as she had collapsed onto her back he slid both hands up under her camisole and groped at her beautiful tits while he quickened the pace until she screamed out in orgasm and Samantha squirmed and sighed smugly as he finished.
“Was that enough Nob for madam” he asked
“Adequate” she replied and giggled
Friday, 12 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (072) Birthday Surprise
(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.
But the circumstances under which he encountered Michelle Singer were rather different.
Sarah Busby was a big Afro Caribbean woman who worked in the hotel kitchen and had worked there for more than 20 years.
She was also celebrating her 50th birthday which was why the Assistant Manager Blaire Parrott ordered a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to the hotel and presented to her for her birthday.
However unbeknown to Blaire, Gary Playford had given her the day off.
“Well you’ll have to take them round to her house” she said crossly
“Can’t we just give them to her tomorrow” he said
“Oh give me strength” she retorted
“Is that a no then?” he asked
“Men” she snapped and slammed his office door
“I’d better take them round then” he said to himself
(Part 02)
As it was a nice summer afternoon he decided to walk into the village and deliver the flowers.
He walked up the path to Sarah’s house and knocked on the door but when it opened, instead of the round and jovial Sarah he was greeted by someone altogether different, younger, skinnier and prettier.
“Hello” he said with surprise
“Can I help?” she asked
“I was looking for Sarah” he asked, and indicating the flowers.
“I’m afraid aunty has gone out for the day” she said
“Your Aunty?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “I’m staying with her for a while”
“I’m Gary Playford from the Hotel” he said
“I’m Michele” she said and smiled because she knew all about Gary Playford
“Why don’t you come in?”
“Ok” he said recognizing the look on her face
She led him into the sitting room while she went into the kitchen to put the flowers in water.
Michele Singer was a few years younger than he, tall and slim with thick back hair, she was a skinny girl but not in a boney way she just had a skinny frame, he felt sure she would be extremely flexible.
Her eyes were big and almost black and she had a huge toothy smile, which lit up the whole village.
“Would you like tea or coffee?” She called from the kitchen but he was standing close behind her when he replied
“I don’t really want a hot drink”
He was standing so close behind her that her pert buttocks were pressed against him.
“Ok” she said and put the kettle down before turning to face him
“Perhaps you would like a soft drink or a beer” she suggested
Gary ignored her offer and before she could speak again he kissed her and the moment his lips touched hers she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and her arms gripped around his neck like a bear trap.
His hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly before both hands ended up on her tight little buttocks.
At which point she pushed him away.
“I’ve heard all about you” she said
“There may have been some exaggeration of my reputation” he retorted
“Oh I do hope not” she said and slipped out of her dress and stood before him wearing only white panties standing out in stark contrast against her black skin and he was just admiring her pert little breasts when she took him by the hand took him into the lounge.
She steered him to one of the armchairs and pushed him down and as he sat down he pulled her down with him so she was sitting on his lap.
Because she was so tall, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.
He cupped her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled it but when his hand left her breast heading for pastures new she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.
(Part 03)
Michele steered him to one of the armchairs and pushed him down and as he sat down he pulled her down with him so she was sitting on his lap.
Because she was so tall, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.
He cupped her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled it but when his hand left her breast heading for pastures new she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.
Her body stiffened as his hand progressed and his finger frigged her roughly through the fabric of her panties and she let out a little purr of pleasure.
She squirmed on his lap and murmured as he entered her panties and his fingertips were amongst the coarse hair and when his digits descended into to the abyss of her creaminess she let out what could only be described as a growl.
He enjoyed every delicious sound she made, every moan and murmur.
Her thigh’s closed on hand hand at the point of climax trapping his hand but his fingers were still between her lips and he stroked her clit again and again and her thighs opened and closed on his hand then she came again.
Michelle she stood up and taking his hand she virtually dragged him towards the stairs.
He paused briefly on the bottom stair and asked
“Are you sure, given my reputation?”
“It’s because of your reputation that it’s yes, yes, yes” she said through gritted teeth and began pulling him up the stairs
Gary followed her up the stairs at pace and by the time he got there she was already on the bed.
He started undoing his belt and she lay on the bed licking her lips as she watched.
“Knickers off” he told her and she complied immediately without a second thought and no hint of shyness and when she was naked but for her crucifix she resumed her libidinous sentry duty.
He let his trousers drop to the ground and then pulled his pants down to expose his swollen cock and she stared at it with her big black eyes and a long boney finger slipped between her lips.
He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and she eyed him up and down appraising what she was about to receive.
“Are you ready?” he asked and she just nodded wide-eyed and open mouthed
He lay down and slipped his tongue into her mouth and as they kissed he was pushing her skinny thighs apart and then he was inside her.
Her gorgeous chocolate brown body was writhing beneath him.
Her head thrashed from side to side and so did her pert tits separated by her crucifix, which rolled back and forth in synch.
And he stared into her big black eyes as they came in unison.
“That was a nice surprise” she said “I thought living with aunty was going to be boring”
They got themselves downstairs and redressed just in the nick of time as the round jolly figure of Sarah was walking up the path.
When he returned to the Hotel Blaire asked him
“Did she like it?”
“Oh yes” he replied instantly
“Was she surprised?”
“She was indeed” Gary said
“That’s nice” Blaire said
“And did she appreciate the delivery?”
“Oh yes it was gratefully received” he said
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.
But the circumstances under which he encountered Michelle Singer were rather different.
Sarah Busby was a big Afro Caribbean woman who worked in the hotel kitchen and had worked there for more than 20 years.
She was also celebrating her 50th birthday which was why the Assistant Manager Blaire Parrott ordered a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to the hotel and presented to her for her birthday.
However unbeknown to Blaire, Gary Playford had given her the day off.
“Well you’ll have to take them round to her house” she said crossly
“Can’t we just give them to her tomorrow” he said
“Oh give me strength” she retorted
“Is that a no then?” he asked
“Men” she snapped and slammed his office door
“I’d better take them round then” he said to himself
(Part 02)
As it was a nice summer afternoon he decided to walk into the village and deliver the flowers.
He walked up the path to Sarah’s house and knocked on the door but when it opened, instead of the round and jovial Sarah he was greeted by someone altogether different, younger, skinnier and prettier.
“Hello” he said with surprise
“Can I help?” she asked
“I was looking for Sarah” he asked, and indicating the flowers.
“I’m afraid aunty has gone out for the day” she said
“Your Aunty?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “I’m staying with her for a while”
“I’m Gary Playford from the Hotel” he said
“I’m Michele” she said and smiled because she knew all about Gary Playford
“Why don’t you come in?”
“Ok” he said recognizing the look on her face
She led him into the sitting room while she went into the kitchen to put the flowers in water.
Michele Singer was a few years younger than he, tall and slim with thick back hair, she was a skinny girl but not in a boney way she just had a skinny frame, he felt sure she would be extremely flexible.
Her eyes were big and almost black and she had a huge toothy smile, which lit up the whole village.
“Would you like tea or coffee?” She called from the kitchen but he was standing close behind her when he replied
“I don’t really want a hot drink”
He was standing so close behind her that her pert buttocks were pressed against him.
“Ok” she said and put the kettle down before turning to face him
“Perhaps you would like a soft drink or a beer” she suggested
Gary ignored her offer and before she could speak again he kissed her and the moment his lips touched hers she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and her arms gripped around his neck like a bear trap.
His hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly before both hands ended up on her tight little buttocks.
At which point she pushed him away.
“I’ve heard all about you” she said
“There may have been some exaggeration of my reputation” he retorted
“Oh I do hope not” she said and slipped out of her dress and stood before him wearing only white panties standing out in stark contrast against her black skin and he was just admiring her pert little breasts when she took him by the hand took him into the lounge.
She steered him to one of the armchairs and pushed him down and as he sat down he pulled her down with him so she was sitting on his lap.
Because she was so tall, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.
He cupped her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled it but when his hand left her breast heading for pastures new she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.
(Part 03)
Michele steered him to one of the armchairs and pushed him down and as he sat down he pulled her down with him so she was sitting on his lap.
Because she was so tall, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.
He cupped her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled it but when his hand left her breast heading for pastures new she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.
Her body stiffened as his hand progressed and his finger frigged her roughly through the fabric of her panties and she let out a little purr of pleasure.
She squirmed on his lap and murmured as he entered her panties and his fingertips were amongst the coarse hair and when his digits descended into to the abyss of her creaminess she let out what could only be described as a growl.
He enjoyed every delicious sound she made, every moan and murmur.
Her thigh’s closed on hand hand at the point of climax trapping his hand but his fingers were still between her lips and he stroked her clit again and again and her thighs opened and closed on his hand then she came again.
Michelle she stood up and taking his hand she virtually dragged him towards the stairs.
He paused briefly on the bottom stair and asked
“Are you sure, given my reputation?”
“It’s because of your reputation that it’s yes, yes, yes” she said through gritted teeth and began pulling him up the stairs
Gary followed her up the stairs at pace and by the time he got there she was already on the bed.
He started undoing his belt and she lay on the bed licking her lips as she watched.
“Knickers off” he told her and she complied immediately without a second thought and no hint of shyness and when she was naked but for her crucifix she resumed her libidinous sentry duty.
He let his trousers drop to the ground and then pulled his pants down to expose his swollen cock and she stared at it with her big black eyes and a long boney finger slipped between her lips.
He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and she eyed him up and down appraising what she was about to receive.
“Are you ready?” he asked and she just nodded wide-eyed and open mouthed
He lay down and slipped his tongue into her mouth and as they kissed he was pushing her skinny thighs apart and then he was inside her.
Her gorgeous chocolate brown body was writhing beneath him.
Her head thrashed from side to side and so did her pert tits separated by her crucifix, which rolled back and forth in synch.
And he stared into her big black eyes as they came in unison.
“That was a nice surprise” she said “I thought living with aunty was going to be boring”
They got themselves downstairs and redressed just in the nick of time as the round jolly figure of Sarah was walking up the path.
When he returned to the Hotel Blaire asked him
“Did she like it?”
“Oh yes” he replied instantly
“Was she surprised?”
“She was indeed” Gary said
“That’s nice” Blaire said
“And did she appreciate the delivery?”
“Oh yes it was gratefully received” he said
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