She was a green eyed goddess, pretty as a picture, but not common place, pretty like a work of art, her peaches and cream complexion as fresh as any English rose.
Ringlets of flaming red cascaded down on to her ivory skin, skin as pale and smooth as fine porcelain.
As she grew nearer a cloud enveloped him like he was in a room of exotically fragranced orchids, a perfume which left him heady and breathless.
Though as she approached, she let the fine silk gown fall to the floor and she was naked before him and he almost forgot to breathe as he revelled in her nakedness.
Her breasts moved in harmony with her hips as she grew ever closer, and her figure was as pale as a ghost, but for a triangle of vivid red and nipples of the palest pink.
As she stood before him close enough for him to feel her breath she smiled and her cheeks were aglow with a scarlet apples blush and then she kissed him in a sweet tender prelude to the fiery passion that would follow and when they lay panting and spent in the afterglow it was passions bloom upon the cheek of the green eyed goddess.
Thursday, 18 May 2017
Wednesday, 17 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (082) After the Funeral Was Over
(Part 01)
He couldn’t face the wake so instead of joining everyone else at the Memorial Hall Clive Miles went home from the Crematorium to an empty house.
The house he and his wife had shared in Childean for 15 years.
When he got inside he slipped his jacket off and went to the kitchen and poured himself a drink and then cried.
After sitting alone quietly for about half an hour, and wondering why he was a widower at 38 years of age, he was disturbed by a knock at the door so he ignored it and poured himself another drink.
There was another more persistent knock so he ignored it again and drained his glass.
A few moments more and there was another even more persistent knock so he got up and walked down the hall and reluctantly opened the door.
It was Fiona Fortson, his wife’s younger sister, five years younger, and not an altogether unattractive woman, tall and slender with nice long legs but her chest was as flat as a bowling green, just like Katy, it was clearly a family trait, and she wore glasses if for no other reason than so you knew which side the was the front was, again just like his wife.
“I was told to come and get you,” She said
“You’ve been missed”
“I don’t think I can” he replied
“Nonsense” she said sharply, “you’re expected”
He turned around and walked back to the kitchen and sat down.
“You must” she insisted crouching down in front of him.
“I can’t” he retorted
“You have no choice” she insisted
“I can’t go, how many times must I say it?” he snapped “it’s just too hard”
“It’s not about you,” she shouted in his face “it’s about Katy”
And then inexplicably and right out of the blue she kissed him.
“That’s not helping” he shouted and then kissed her back.
He didn’t know what it was, the black attire, the heated exchange or the fact that Fiona was so straight laced, but whatever the reason the woman of whom he had never had a single sordid thought about was making his cock throb like a Formula 1 engine.
In response to his returning her kiss she laced her skinny arms around his neck and pulled her whole frame in close.
Clive’s hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on the surprising delight of her pert little buttocks and grabbed a handful of her skirt with one hand and slipped the other one under it and When he had both hands up Fiona’s skirt he began dragging her tights down over her skinny arse.
Which prompted Fiona to pull her mouth away from his and he was expecting her to call a halt to proceedings, as he should already have done, but instead she said.
“Don’t ladder my tights”
(Part 02)
When Clive had both hands up Fiona’s skirt he began dragging her tights down over her skinny arse.
Which prompted Fiona to pull her mouth away from his and he was expecting her to call a halt to proceedings, as he should already have done, but instead she said.
“Don’t ladder my tights”
“You should be wearing stockings anyway” Clive replied and her mouth clamped back over his and her lounge continued to energetically explore his mouth while his hands continued to debag her of her tights and knickers.
The cheeks of her arse were even more delightful when naked so he fondled the exquisite globes enthusiastically but as nice as that was he relinquished one buttocks in order to probe between her cheeks and slip a finger into her crack.
She stopped kissing him the second his fingertip touched her crease and resting her forehead on his and moaned softly at him.
Lacking any finesse on his part he quickly fingered her creaminess until she moaned loudly in his face.
Clive pushed her away and said
“Turn around”
She followed his instructions without question as he undid his trousers and sinking to his knees behind Fiona who was now on all fours on the kitchen floor.
Clive lifted her skirt off her buttocks as he entered her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said
“Shut up and do me,” Fiona begged
Her skirt kept falling over her buttocks as he went at her so he grabbed a handful of fabric and slipped his fingers inside her waistband and he looked like a bronco rider and Fiona through her head back like a mare.
Until through gritted teeth she juddered and came loudly and he exploded inside her.
Afterwards Fiona remained on all fours debauched and dishevelled panting and sighing and after a few minutes his panting sister in law got to her feet and redressed herself and he looked her over and said
“Oops”
“What?” she asked
“Tights” he replied
“Shit” She said looking down at herself and noticing the large holes in the knees of her tights.
Fiona had to go home and change her tights so Clive went onto the Memorial Hall on his own and he had to put on a brave face for everyone and counted the minutes until it was over.
When he got back home he planned on finishing the bottle of Scotch he’d opened earlier and then crashing out.
So he locked the front door but when he got back to the kitchen Fiona was standing there in her underwear, a lacy black bra and matching panties and this time she was wearing black stockings on her lovely long legs.
He couldn’t face the wake so instead of joining everyone else at the Memorial Hall Clive Miles went home from the Crematorium to an empty house.
The house he and his wife had shared in Childean for 15 years.
When he got inside he slipped his jacket off and went to the kitchen and poured himself a drink and then cried.
After sitting alone quietly for about half an hour, and wondering why he was a widower at 38 years of age, he was disturbed by a knock at the door so he ignored it and poured himself another drink.
There was another more persistent knock so he ignored it again and drained his glass.
A few moments more and there was another even more persistent knock so he got up and walked down the hall and reluctantly opened the door.
It was Fiona Fortson, his wife’s younger sister, five years younger, and not an altogether unattractive woman, tall and slender with nice long legs but her chest was as flat as a bowling green, just like Katy, it was clearly a family trait, and she wore glasses if for no other reason than so you knew which side the was the front was, again just like his wife.
“I was told to come and get you,” She said
“You’ve been missed”
“I don’t think I can” he replied
“Nonsense” she said sharply, “you’re expected”
He turned around and walked back to the kitchen and sat down.
“You must” she insisted crouching down in front of him.
“I can’t” he retorted
“You have no choice” she insisted
“I can’t go, how many times must I say it?” he snapped “it’s just too hard”
“It’s not about you,” she shouted in his face “it’s about Katy”
And then inexplicably and right out of the blue she kissed him.
“That’s not helping” he shouted and then kissed her back.
He didn’t know what it was, the black attire, the heated exchange or the fact that Fiona was so straight laced, but whatever the reason the woman of whom he had never had a single sordid thought about was making his cock throb like a Formula 1 engine.
In response to his returning her kiss she laced her skinny arms around his neck and pulled her whole frame in close.
Clive’s hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on the surprising delight of her pert little buttocks and grabbed a handful of her skirt with one hand and slipped the other one under it and When he had both hands up Fiona’s skirt he began dragging her tights down over her skinny arse.
Which prompted Fiona to pull her mouth away from his and he was expecting her to call a halt to proceedings, as he should already have done, but instead she said.
“Don’t ladder my tights”
(Part 02)
When Clive had both hands up Fiona’s skirt he began dragging her tights down over her skinny arse.
Which prompted Fiona to pull her mouth away from his and he was expecting her to call a halt to proceedings, as he should already have done, but instead she said.
“Don’t ladder my tights”
“You should be wearing stockings anyway” Clive replied and her mouth clamped back over his and her lounge continued to energetically explore his mouth while his hands continued to debag her of her tights and knickers.
The cheeks of her arse were even more delightful when naked so he fondled the exquisite globes enthusiastically but as nice as that was he relinquished one buttocks in order to probe between her cheeks and slip a finger into her crack.
She stopped kissing him the second his fingertip touched her crease and resting her forehead on his and moaned softly at him.
Lacking any finesse on his part he quickly fingered her creaminess until she moaned loudly in his face.
Clive pushed her away and said
“Turn around”
She followed his instructions without question as he undid his trousers and sinking to his knees behind Fiona who was now on all fours on the kitchen floor.
Clive lifted her skirt off her buttocks as he entered her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said
“Shut up and do me,” Fiona begged
Her skirt kept falling over her buttocks as he went at her so he grabbed a handful of fabric and slipped his fingers inside her waistband and he looked like a bronco rider and Fiona through her head back like a mare.
Until through gritted teeth she juddered and came loudly and he exploded inside her.
Afterwards Fiona remained on all fours debauched and dishevelled panting and sighing and after a few minutes his panting sister in law got to her feet and redressed herself and he looked her over and said
“Oops”
“What?” she asked
“Tights” he replied
“Shit” She said looking down at herself and noticing the large holes in the knees of her tights.
Fiona had to go home and change her tights so Clive went onto the Memorial Hall on his own and he had to put on a brave face for everyone and counted the minutes until it was over.
When he got back home he planned on finishing the bottle of Scotch he’d opened earlier and then crashing out.
So he locked the front door but when he got back to the kitchen Fiona was standing there in her underwear, a lacy black bra and matching panties and this time she was wearing black stockings on her lovely long legs.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (081) Double Trouble on the Ward
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 and when Greg pulled Tara and went back to her cabin he found out to his delight that Tara and Sonja came as a pair.
In the following months the three of them had many exhausting and exhilarating sexual adventures together until the day when he was getting ready to meet the girls for one of their sessions and fell over in the shower and broke his leg.
As a result he was laid up for 10 days in the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford so he was denied the pleasure of the girls and they the pleasure of him.
Greg was in a four bed ward with two geriatrics and a young man with kidney stones and by the end of the first week he was getting stir crazy which was when he had some special visitors.
He had been listening to music and dozing when he was disturbed by the sound of the curtains being drawn around the bed.
“What now?” he snapped at the nurse
“Temper, temper” the nurse said and when she turned around he could see it was Sonja
“Hello” he said pleased to see a friendly face “nurse”
And then behind Sonja the curtains opened and Tara appeared
“And another one” he said “where did you get uniforms?”
“We borrowed them” Tara said and then the two girls took turns to kiss him.
“We missed you” Sonja said
“I’ve missed both of you too” he confessed “it’s great to see you, both of you”
They kissed again and he asked
“But why are you dressed as nurses?” he asked and the girls turned to each other and smiled
“We are here to examine you obviously” she replied and the two of them giggled then Sonja said
“But first I need to check your blood pressure”
“Ok” he replied and she put her hand under the cover and pulled his flaccid cock through the opening of his pyjamas
“Oh dear it’s very low” she said
“The nurses don’t normally check it like that” he protested
“We are specialist nurses” Tara said as Sonja played with his awakening tool.
“Did you forget to borrow knickers?” he asked as he put his hand up her uniform but got no answer
“His pressure is improving now nurse Harfield” Sonja said professionally
“Very well” Tara replied and approached him from the other side of the bed and went down on him.
He was going to protest but the moment she had all off him in her mouth, Sonja had her tongue in his so all he could do was enjoy it as he fondled each knicker-less nurse until Tara sucked him dry.
They visited him once more while he was in there dressed as doctor’s on that occasion and when he finally got home he was pleased to see that they had kept the medical clothing which was given a regular airing during their sex games.
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 and when Greg pulled Tara and went back to her cabin he found out to his delight that Tara and Sonja came as a pair.
In the following months the three of them had many exhausting and exhilarating sexual adventures together until the day when he was getting ready to meet the girls for one of their sessions and fell over in the shower and broke his leg.
As a result he was laid up for 10 days in the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford so he was denied the pleasure of the girls and they the pleasure of him.
Greg was in a four bed ward with two geriatrics and a young man with kidney stones and by the end of the first week he was getting stir crazy which was when he had some special visitors.
He had been listening to music and dozing when he was disturbed by the sound of the curtains being drawn around the bed.
“What now?” he snapped at the nurse
“Temper, temper” the nurse said and when she turned around he could see it was Sonja
“Hello” he said pleased to see a friendly face “nurse”
And then behind Sonja the curtains opened and Tara appeared
“And another one” he said “where did you get uniforms?”
“We borrowed them” Tara said and then the two girls took turns to kiss him.
“We missed you” Sonja said
“I’ve missed both of you too” he confessed “it’s great to see you, both of you”
They kissed again and he asked
“But why are you dressed as nurses?” he asked and the girls turned to each other and smiled
“We are here to examine you obviously” she replied and the two of them giggled then Sonja said
“But first I need to check your blood pressure”
“Ok” he replied and she put her hand under the cover and pulled his flaccid cock through the opening of his pyjamas
“Oh dear it’s very low” she said
“The nurses don’t normally check it like that” he protested
“We are specialist nurses” Tara said as Sonja played with his awakening tool.
“Did you forget to borrow knickers?” he asked as he put his hand up her uniform but got no answer
“His pressure is improving now nurse Harfield” Sonja said professionally
“Very well” Tara replied and approached him from the other side of the bed and went down on him.
He was going to protest but the moment she had all off him in her mouth, Sonja had her tongue in his so all he could do was enjoy it as he fondled each knicker-less nurse until Tara sucked him dry.
They visited him once more while he was in there dressed as doctor’s on that occasion and when he finally got home he was pleased to see that they had kept the medical clothing which was given a regular airing during their sex games.
Tuesday, 16 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (080) Their First Holiday
(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, while 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 a holiday together.
Obviously there were certain stipulations, they had to go somewhere they were unlikely to run into any of their friends and ideally it had to be somewhere or something they had never been or done before and Bob left it to Sam to make the arrangements and Samantha gave him no indication of what she had planned, where they were going or what they were doing but Bob didn’t mind in the slightest as long as he was with her.
(Part 02)
Samantha gave him no indication of what she had planned for their holiday, where they were going or what they were doing but Bob didn’t mind in the slightest as long as he was with her.
It was a pleasant morning as Bob King stood waiting on the terrace for Samantha to arrive and he looked at the sky and hoped it would stay fine.
It was warmer than it had been over the previous week, with the skies a mainly blue expanse broken only by the occasional passing cloud of fluffy white.
Which was when she appeared in typical Samantha style on time to the minute and was looking as lovely as the weather, and immaculately turned out as usual.
She was wearing a large peaked white cap with her blonde hair scraped into a ponytail sticking out the back.
The rest of her outfit was all matching, predominately white with jade trim, Polo shirt, short flared skirt and ankle socks.
Her ensemble was then finished off with white pumps and he couldn’t help wondering whether her knickers and bra were white or jade or a combination of the two.
“Bob darling” she said as she launched herself at him for a kiss.
“I’m a bit excited”
“Good I like it when you’re excited” he said and she gave him a look
“You look really gorgeous”
“I look gorgeous do I?” she said and kissed him
“God yes” he replied
“That’s just code for you want to know what colour underwear I’m wearing” she said smugly
Samantha opened the boot so he could throw his bag in and as she rearranged the boot to accommodate it he got a lingering look up her skirt and noticed she was wearing jade green knickers and he gave her a playful slap.
“You can stop that Bob” she chastised “you can spank me when we get there”
“Well the sooner we get going then the sooner I’ll have these green drawers round your ankles” he retorted, pinging the elastic of her knickers.
“Get in the car” she snapped
“Do I have your attention now?” he asked
“Just get in the car,” she ordered and smiled, so he did what she said and got in the car and buckled up tight as he knew it was going to be a white-knuckle ride.
Samantha raced out of the car park and headed off away from the village and they sped off into the country racing along narrow lanes that he was unfamiliar with and they drove for about 45 nerve-jangling minutes until she suddenly turned off into a little car park by the river and came sharply to a halt.
“We have arrived,” she said
“Where are we?” he asked genuinely not knowing where the hell they were.
(Part 03)
“We have arrived,” she said
“Where are we?” he asked genuinely not knowing where the hell they were.
“Come on” she instructed and got out the car and opened the boot.
“But where are we?” he asked again
“Shut up and grab the bags” she retorted, and again he did as he was told but they only went about 20 yards along the riverbank before she climbed aboard a narrow boat.
“Hey what are you doing?” he said alarmed looking around to see if anyone was looking.
“Don’t panic” Samantha said mockingly as she picked up a plant pot and recovered a key that was hidden underneath it.
“This is our boat, come on” she said brandishing the key like a trophy.
“Oh, ok” he said and climbed aboard.
By the time he’d climbed down the companionway and closed the hatch behind him Samantha already had her skirt off and was pulling her polo off over her head.
She threw the polo onto the floor and stood in the middle of the cabin wearing her jade green bra, matching pants and ankle socks.
“Your turn” she said
“No problem” he said and a minute later he was stripped down to his socks.
Samantha had slipped her hand down the front of her lacy green pants while he was stripping and when he was naked he grabbed his cock and tugged on it as he walked towards her.
“Now Miss Barraclough I seem to remember some mention of a spanking,” he said
“Yes” she said “me too” and turned her back on him before slipping her drawers down and bending over the folding table.
Samantha had a beautiful bum and when he playfully slapped her it produced a delightful quiver of her buttock.
“Oh Bob” she said softly “Again”
He obliged her by alternating his handiwork distributing his strokes evenly across her cheeks and she continued to make appreciative noises but his attention was drawn away from her quivering buttocks to her moist lips.
“I think I want to play with this now” he said as his fingers entered her damp crease.
“Mm” she responded and he continued fingering her and she moaned rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moaning was as syrupy as she was, made all the sweeter by her cultured tones.
Brought to climax and it was time for him to enter her and she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he did, her velvet juices immersing him like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.
Comfortable inside her he reached up and unceremoniously scooped up the front of her bra to release her plump breasts, which he greedily enjoyed.
Her cultured moans gave way to more gravelly tones as the rhythm increased and then her body shuddered in orgasm as they got their holiday started with a bang.
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, while 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 a holiday together.
Obviously there were certain stipulations, they had to go somewhere they were unlikely to run into any of their friends and ideally it had to be somewhere or something they had never been or done before and Bob left it to Sam to make the arrangements and Samantha gave him no indication of what she had planned, where they were going or what they were doing but Bob didn’t mind in the slightest as long as he was with her.
(Part 02)
Samantha gave him no indication of what she had planned for their holiday, where they were going or what they were doing but Bob didn’t mind in the slightest as long as he was with her.
It was a pleasant morning as Bob King stood waiting on the terrace for Samantha to arrive and he looked at the sky and hoped it would stay fine.
It was warmer than it had been over the previous week, with the skies a mainly blue expanse broken only by the occasional passing cloud of fluffy white.
Which was when she appeared in typical Samantha style on time to the minute and was looking as lovely as the weather, and immaculately turned out as usual.
She was wearing a large peaked white cap with her blonde hair scraped into a ponytail sticking out the back.
The rest of her outfit was all matching, predominately white with jade trim, Polo shirt, short flared skirt and ankle socks.
Her ensemble was then finished off with white pumps and he couldn’t help wondering whether her knickers and bra were white or jade or a combination of the two.
“Bob darling” she said as she launched herself at him for a kiss.
“I’m a bit excited”
“Good I like it when you’re excited” he said and she gave him a look
“You look really gorgeous”
“I look gorgeous do I?” she said and kissed him
“God yes” he replied
“That’s just code for you want to know what colour underwear I’m wearing” she said smugly
Samantha opened the boot so he could throw his bag in and as she rearranged the boot to accommodate it he got a lingering look up her skirt and noticed she was wearing jade green knickers and he gave her a playful slap.
“You can stop that Bob” she chastised “you can spank me when we get there”
“Well the sooner we get going then the sooner I’ll have these green drawers round your ankles” he retorted, pinging the elastic of her knickers.
“Get in the car” she snapped
“Do I have your attention now?” he asked
“Just get in the car,” she ordered and smiled, so he did what she said and got in the car and buckled up tight as he knew it was going to be a white-knuckle ride.
Samantha raced out of the car park and headed off away from the village and they sped off into the country racing along narrow lanes that he was unfamiliar with and they drove for about 45 nerve-jangling minutes until she suddenly turned off into a little car park by the river and came sharply to a halt.
“We have arrived,” she said
“Where are we?” he asked genuinely not knowing where the hell they were.
(Part 03)
“We have arrived,” she said
“Where are we?” he asked genuinely not knowing where the hell they were.
“Come on” she instructed and got out the car and opened the boot.
“But where are we?” he asked again
“Shut up and grab the bags” she retorted, and again he did as he was told but they only went about 20 yards along the riverbank before she climbed aboard a narrow boat.
“Hey what are you doing?” he said alarmed looking around to see if anyone was looking.
“Don’t panic” Samantha said mockingly as she picked up a plant pot and recovered a key that was hidden underneath it.
“This is our boat, come on” she said brandishing the key like a trophy.
“Oh, ok” he said and climbed aboard.
By the time he’d climbed down the companionway and closed the hatch behind him Samantha already had her skirt off and was pulling her polo off over her head.
She threw the polo onto the floor and stood in the middle of the cabin wearing her jade green bra, matching pants and ankle socks.
“Your turn” she said
“No problem” he said and a minute later he was stripped down to his socks.
Samantha had slipped her hand down the front of her lacy green pants while he was stripping and when he was naked he grabbed his cock and tugged on it as he walked towards her.
“Now Miss Barraclough I seem to remember some mention of a spanking,” he said
“Yes” she said “me too” and turned her back on him before slipping her drawers down and bending over the folding table.
Samantha had a beautiful bum and when he playfully slapped her it produced a delightful quiver of her buttock.
“Oh Bob” she said softly “Again”
He obliged her by alternating his handiwork distributing his strokes evenly across her cheeks and she continued to make appreciative noises but his attention was drawn away from her quivering buttocks to her moist lips.
“I think I want to play with this now” he said as his fingers entered her damp crease.
“Mm” she responded and he continued fingering her and she moaned rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moaning was as syrupy as she was, made all the sweeter by her cultured tones.
Brought to climax and it was time for him to enter her and she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he did, her velvet juices immersing him like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.
Comfortable inside her he reached up and unceremoniously scooped up the front of her bra to release her plump breasts, which he greedily enjoyed.
Her cultured moans gave way to more gravelly tones as the rhythm increased and then her body shuddered in orgasm as they got their holiday started with a bang.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (079) A Rude Awakening
(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.
Gary awoke early in the darkness to the sound of the Beach Boys emanating from the clock radio, he could just make out in the half light a long bony finger reaching out and silencing it.
Then he thought “I don’t have a clock radio” so he tried to figure out whose bed he was in and more importantly who the owner of the long bony finger was.
He tried desperately to identify some point of reference in the room, the problem is that the brain processes what you can see and then fills in the blanks with things from your memory bank, for example, a carelessly discarded dressing gown can appear to be a sleeping dog or a sweater dropped haphazardly becomes a sleeping child.
The problem for Gary was that he had been in a lot of bedrooms in his time, but then a head emerged from beneath the duvet and Michelle kissed him on the chest and it all came flooding back to him.
(Part 02)
Michelle Singer was the niece of Sarah Busby, one of his employees.
She had been sent by her mother to stay with her aunt to keep her out of trouble.
But after a chance meeting while her aunt was out of the house she had become another notch in his not inconsiderably carved bedpost.
And further to that she had become a regular port of call on Aunt Sarah’s bingo night, which was the previous night.
When Michelle had been particularly energetic and rode him like a Derby winner and when they crossed the finish line she collapsed on top of him in an orgasmic heap and then they both fell asleep and the next morning she was still draped across him breathing peacefully.
Michelle looked up at him and smiled and suddenly the penny finally dropped and she gave him a shocked wide eyed look as she realised that they were still in her bed together and her Aunt was in the next room.
“What do we do now?” Gary whispered “Will she come in?”
“No” she replied “she never does”
“Then you keep watch and I’ll sneak down stairs when it’s clear” he suggested
“No, wait until she goes in the shower” Michelle said
“Ok” he acquiesced and then doubtless spurred on by the element of danger and with its usual bad sense of timing his cock went hard, very hard.
“Not now” he thought to himself
Just then they heard Sarah’s bedroom door open and they both held their breath and then another door opened.
“She’s in the bathroom” Michelle said “you need to go”
Gary slipped out of bed and picked up his shirt and was just pulling it on over his head when he felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him.
Gary looked down to see Michelle sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock deep in her mouth
“That isn’t helping” he said
But Michelle just looked at him like a naughty schoolgirl and carried on her task with relish.
She continued until he was fast nearing the threshold and gave him one slow lingering suck and looked up at him with a broad toothy smile before turning to kneel on the bed with her skinny round arse in the air with everything he wanted on display and ready to receive him, but with her head and shoulders under the duvet in an effort to suppress her vociferous enjoyment of what was to come.
Standing proud behind her pouting lips and poised for entry he reached across and picked up the top pillow and lay it beside her
“I think you might need that as well” he said and a skinny black arm shot out and dragged the pillow beneath the duvet.
Although In truth he wasn’t sure that would be enough either she was a very noisy partner which was evident the moment he penetrated her.
Although they were regular partners, that mornings coupling was made all the more exciting because of the risk of being discovered.
The danger element certainly made them both exceptionally horny plus Michelle was relishing a final taste of their carnal embraces for a while as she was going back to her mums for a few weeks.
Gary could clearly hear her moaning beneath the duvet and he just hoped Aunt Sarah couldn’t.
(Part 03)
As Michelle got closer to her finale she tried to wriggle deeper under cover to supress her final orgasmic scream which arrived right on cue as with his final spearing thrust he exploded in her.
He stood behind her with his hands resting on her hips savouring the moment, and he stroked her perfect smooth brown buttocks absentmindedly committing every moment of that spine tingling encounter to his memory.
Reluctantly he withdrew, kissed the small of her back and slapped her buttock playfully.
“I need to get out of here” he said and began to get dressed while Michelle was still purring, most of her still out of sight as he slipped on his shoes.
Gary threw back the covers and she rolled onto her back and she smiled broadly at him and simultaneously spread her legs wide and the horny tableaux shouted out “fuck me again”
“No time for that now” he said “not that I don’t want to every bit as much as you do”
Michelle just lay there legs akimbo looking totally unconvinced.
“Sarah will be out of the shower any minute now” he entreated
“Oh god” she said with alarm “I forgot about Aunty”
And the wide eyed look of panic was back on her face and she leapt out of bed
“Oh god, oh god” she repeated and paced up and down, “what can we do”
Gary, being no stranger to that type of predicament, grasped her firmly by the shoulders and looked into her eyes
“Well as gorgeous as your body is” he said appraising every inch of her “putting something on would be a start”
She looked down at herself and jumped in surprise at what she saw, she grabbed her dressing gown off the back of the door and put it on and giggled.
“Now go and see where she is” he said and opened the door, Michelle nodded and slipped out onto the landing and returned a moment later
“She’s still in the bathroom” she whispered
“Ok” he said “I’ll go first and you follow me down”
She nodded and he kissed her then Gary turned and opened the door.
He tiptoed across the landing with her right behind him, but he had just stepped down onto the first step when the bathroom door opened, Gary pressed himself flat against the wall, and when he looked back towards Michelle she looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
“I’m finished Michelle darling” Aunt Sarah shouted
“Ok Aunty I’m just going to put the kettle on” she replied and then Sarah’s bedroom door closed and they let out long synchronised sighs before exchanging a relieved smile and proceeded cautiously down the stairs.
At the front door she hugged him and asked
“What am I going to do for the next month?”
He took her hand and selected one long bony finger and kissed it.
Indicating that she would be satisfying herself
“Very funny” she said
“You won’t even miss me”
“Of course I will” he replied
“Really?” Michelle asked and looked doubtful so he kissed her and slipped both hands inside her dressing gown to cup her breasts.
“Do you think I won’t miss playing with these?” he said squeezing them gently and she closed her eyes and murmured and then his hand descended quickly, brushed through the coarse hairs of her bush and slid his finger down her moist crease.
“And this?” he added and she moaned softly.
And as he removed his finger from between her sticky lips she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and they kissed and then she opened the door and let him slip out into the darkness of the morning.
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.
Gary awoke early in the darkness to the sound of the Beach Boys emanating from the clock radio, he could just make out in the half light a long bony finger reaching out and silencing it.
Then he thought “I don’t have a clock radio” so he tried to figure out whose bed he was in and more importantly who the owner of the long bony finger was.
He tried desperately to identify some point of reference in the room, the problem is that the brain processes what you can see and then fills in the blanks with things from your memory bank, for example, a carelessly discarded dressing gown can appear to be a sleeping dog or a sweater dropped haphazardly becomes a sleeping child.
The problem for Gary was that he had been in a lot of bedrooms in his time, but then a head emerged from beneath the duvet and Michelle kissed him on the chest and it all came flooding back to him.
(Part 02)
Michelle Singer was the niece of Sarah Busby, one of his employees.
She had been sent by her mother to stay with her aunt to keep her out of trouble.
But after a chance meeting while her aunt was out of the house she had become another notch in his not inconsiderably carved bedpost.
And further to that she had become a regular port of call on Aunt Sarah’s bingo night, which was the previous night.
When Michelle had been particularly energetic and rode him like a Derby winner and when they crossed the finish line she collapsed on top of him in an orgasmic heap and then they both fell asleep and the next morning she was still draped across him breathing peacefully.
Michelle looked up at him and smiled and suddenly the penny finally dropped and she gave him a shocked wide eyed look as she realised that they were still in her bed together and her Aunt was in the next room.
“What do we do now?” Gary whispered “Will she come in?”
“No” she replied “she never does”
“Then you keep watch and I’ll sneak down stairs when it’s clear” he suggested
“No, wait until she goes in the shower” Michelle said
“Ok” he acquiesced and then doubtless spurred on by the element of danger and with its usual bad sense of timing his cock went hard, very hard.
“Not now” he thought to himself
Just then they heard Sarah’s bedroom door open and they both held their breath and then another door opened.
“She’s in the bathroom” Michelle said “you need to go”
Gary slipped out of bed and picked up his shirt and was just pulling it on over his head when he felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him.
Gary looked down to see Michelle sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock deep in her mouth
“That isn’t helping” he said
But Michelle just looked at him like a naughty schoolgirl and carried on her task with relish.
She continued until he was fast nearing the threshold and gave him one slow lingering suck and looked up at him with a broad toothy smile before turning to kneel on the bed with her skinny round arse in the air with everything he wanted on display and ready to receive him, but with her head and shoulders under the duvet in an effort to suppress her vociferous enjoyment of what was to come.
Standing proud behind her pouting lips and poised for entry he reached across and picked up the top pillow and lay it beside her
“I think you might need that as well” he said and a skinny black arm shot out and dragged the pillow beneath the duvet.
Although In truth he wasn’t sure that would be enough either she was a very noisy partner which was evident the moment he penetrated her.
Although they were regular partners, that mornings coupling was made all the more exciting because of the risk of being discovered.
The danger element certainly made them both exceptionally horny plus Michelle was relishing a final taste of their carnal embraces for a while as she was going back to her mums for a few weeks.
Gary could clearly hear her moaning beneath the duvet and he just hoped Aunt Sarah couldn’t.
(Part 03)
As Michelle got closer to her finale she tried to wriggle deeper under cover to supress her final orgasmic scream which arrived right on cue as with his final spearing thrust he exploded in her.
He stood behind her with his hands resting on her hips savouring the moment, and he stroked her perfect smooth brown buttocks absentmindedly committing every moment of that spine tingling encounter to his memory.
Reluctantly he withdrew, kissed the small of her back and slapped her buttock playfully.
“I need to get out of here” he said and began to get dressed while Michelle was still purring, most of her still out of sight as he slipped on his shoes.
Gary threw back the covers and she rolled onto her back and she smiled broadly at him and simultaneously spread her legs wide and the horny tableaux shouted out “fuck me again”
“No time for that now” he said “not that I don’t want to every bit as much as you do”
Michelle just lay there legs akimbo looking totally unconvinced.
“Sarah will be out of the shower any minute now” he entreated
“Oh god” she said with alarm “I forgot about Aunty”
And the wide eyed look of panic was back on her face and she leapt out of bed
“Oh god, oh god” she repeated and paced up and down, “what can we do”
Gary, being no stranger to that type of predicament, grasped her firmly by the shoulders and looked into her eyes
“Well as gorgeous as your body is” he said appraising every inch of her “putting something on would be a start”
She looked down at herself and jumped in surprise at what she saw, she grabbed her dressing gown off the back of the door and put it on and giggled.
“Now go and see where she is” he said and opened the door, Michelle nodded and slipped out onto the landing and returned a moment later
“She’s still in the bathroom” she whispered
“Ok” he said “I’ll go first and you follow me down”
She nodded and he kissed her then Gary turned and opened the door.
He tiptoed across the landing with her right behind him, but he had just stepped down onto the first step when the bathroom door opened, Gary pressed himself flat against the wall, and when he looked back towards Michelle she looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
“I’m finished Michelle darling” Aunt Sarah shouted
“Ok Aunty I’m just going to put the kettle on” she replied and then Sarah’s bedroom door closed and they let out long synchronised sighs before exchanging a relieved smile and proceeded cautiously down the stairs.
At the front door she hugged him and asked
“What am I going to do for the next month?”
He took her hand and selected one long bony finger and kissed it.
Indicating that she would be satisfying herself
“Very funny” she said
“You won’t even miss me”
“Of course I will” he replied
“Really?” Michelle asked and looked doubtful so he kissed her and slipped both hands inside her dressing gown to cup her breasts.
“Do you think I won’t miss playing with these?” he said squeezing them gently and she closed her eyes and murmured and then his hand descended quickly, brushed through the coarse hairs of her bush and slid his finger down her moist crease.
“And this?” he added and she moaned softly.
And as he removed his finger from between her sticky lips she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and they kissed and then she opened the door and let him slip out into the darkness of the morning.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (078) Carole’s Dirty Digits
(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.
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.
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
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