(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.
So having overcome their initial difficulties of not being accepted in each other’s worlds and having set out to make a world of their own, they made the decision, after a year of courting to move in together.
(Part 02)
So having overcome their initial difficulties of not being accepted in each other’s worlds and having set out to make a world of their own, they made the decision, after a year of courting to move in together.
Samantha was from Tipton in the north of the county but when she fell in love with Bob she also fell in love with the Vale so they decided on buying a house in Forestdean that needed a bit of TLC.
Bob spent a lot of time doing up the house he was good at DIY so he had been staying in the house all week decorating and doing some repairs while Samantha was away on business.
He was up early on Friday morning which was just as well as at 8 o’clock Samantha arrived at the house dressed in joggers and a T-shirt, not her normal apparel at all, in fact he had never seen her dressed down to that degree and he was quite surprised that she actually owned a pair of joggers.
“Can I help?” he asked
“It’s me you fool” she replied
“Who’s me?”
“Your girlfriend” Samantha said
“No, no, not dressed like that you’re not”
“These are my working togs” she said
“And it’s no good putting on that posh voice either” he said and laughed and then he kissed her
“What are you doing here?” he asked “I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow”
“I wrapped it up early so I could come and help” she said
“And I missed you”
“I missed you too” he said and kissed her again
“So how have you got on?” she asked
“Pretty good, the dining room and the lounge are done they just need tidying and the furniture putting back” he said “So if we do that I’ll let you take me to lunch”
“Well the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” Samantha said cheerily.
So Samantha set about dusting and hovering the lounge and dining room while Bob started carrying things in from the garage and by eleven o’clock they were almost finished, there was just one small sofa to bring in and then they were done.
So the two of them set about the task and having maneuvered it through the hall and into the lounge all that was required was to push it into place and with both of them pushing it moved easily into position.
Which was when with the job done, and Bob suitably positioned southwest of Samantha’s casually clad arse, he thought he might give her a house warming present so he put his hands on her shoulders and said
“Thanks Sam, it would have taken ages without you”
Samantha leant back against him and he kissed the top of her head, then he ran his hands slowly down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.
(Part 03)
Which was when with the job done, and Bob suitably positioned southwest of Samantha’s casually clad arse, he thought he might give her a house warming present so he put his hands on her shoulders and said
“Thanks Sam, it would have taken ages without you”
Samantha leant back against him and he kissed the top of her head, then he ran his hands slowly down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.
Samantha leant her head back so she could look up at him and said with a smile.
“We haven’t got time for that”
“I think we do” he said and bent down and kissed her smiling lips and as he did so Bob began pulling the front of her t-shirt up so he could get a better hold of her tits.
“Oh no you don’t” she said and leant forward pressing her tits against the back of the sofa, denying him access and giggling like a schoolgirl.
“Playing hard to get are we,” he said and quickly lifted the back of her shirt up and unfastened her bra
“You sneaky git” she said still laughing, but pressed her front even tighter against the furnishings denying him admittance to her un-holstered breasts.
So a change of tack was called for and he temporarily abandoned his quest for breast and got his hand inside her jogging bottoms instead, but Samantha instantly countered his new assault by pressing her pelvis up against the frame of the sofa and wouldn’t let him get to her prize.
This left him only one option, which was to spin her around and push her backwards on to sofa.
She was laughing as she span around and then let out a girlish yelp as she landed on her back.
Samantha’s legs were sticking up in the air so he grabbed one ankle so she couldn’t get up again and then yanked her joggers and pants off her arse before she knew what was happening and from then on it was relatively simple to pull them off over her ankles despite the fact she was trying to kick her legs.
“We really don’t have time,” she said still giggling
“Well you’re almost naked now” he responded as he unzipped his jeans.
Samantha’s cute little arse was parked on the arm of the sofa while her head and shoulders were on the seat pad, as a result of which her fanny was looking up at him.
As Bob immobilized her legs with one arm he placed his hand on her neat bush, combing her pubes with his fingers and the slipping his thumb along her moist crease and Samantha stopped giggling and moaned softly instead
“We’re going to be late for lunch” she purred as he rubbed her gently
“Then the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” he said using her own words against her as he glided into her.
The moment his shaft was well inside he released Sam’s legs and she relocated them either side of his head and crossed her ankles behind his neck.
There were no more protestations about a lack of time only murmurs and moans of pleasure as he made love to her and the sofa moved inch by inch across the room as her moans grew louder until right on cue when the sofa would move no further, neither could they.
“Welcome to your new home” he said and she giggled.
Friday, 19 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (086) Private and Confidential
(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.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
But despite Gary’s predilection for shagging anything with a pulse he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side and it was becoming a popular venue for functions.
His father was particularly pleased with him, there had been no reported scandals and he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel, and so he invited him up to London for the weekend for a celebratory meal.
The meal was good and it was nice to see his parents but he didn’t stay the whole weekend as he was missing the quiet of Clayton.
And in truth he was a little embarrassed taking all the credit for the success at the Clayton Manor.
Because the truth of it was that his success was as a result, in no small measure, to his decision to promote the former head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott.
The decision was rather forced on him after Stanislaw Gorski tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Playford Palace group for ten years and had been the Assistant manager at the Clayton Manor for 5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.
So when Gary Playford was parachuted in over his head it was just too much for him to take.
(Part 02)
The decision to promote Blaire was rather forced on him after Stanislaw Gorski tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Playford Palace group for ten years and had been the Assistant manager at the Clayton Manor for 5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.
So when Gary Playford was parachuted in over his head it was just too much for him to take.
His departure left Gary in a very difficult position as he needed someone who knew the place inside out and Blaire was the only person that fitted the bill so he offered her the job.
However after her physical assault on him in an upstairs closet on his first day they had become fuck buddies and so she was reluctant to accept the job and it took some persuasion.
“I want you because you know the hotel and the staff and you’ll be a first rate assistant manager” he said “so are you going to take it?”
“Yes” she said
“Good”
On her way out of his office she paused by the door and said
“There is one condition though”
“What’s that?”
“I would still like to be your fuck buddy” Blaire said
“No problem”
Gary felt very pleased with himself for persuading her although it was for purely selfish reasons.
And those staff members who thought her promotion was down to sex were not that far from the mark, though not in the way that they meant.
Having Blaire as assistant manager, who was not only hard working and diligent but could also handle the guests very well, meant he could comfortably leave her in charge while he was doing what he did best, seducing women.
On Saturday night after a lavish meal Gary said goodbye to his parents and drove back to Clayton and it was 4 am when he pulled up outside the hotel, and he was surprised to see there were lights still burning in his office so he decided to investigate, and on looking through his office window he saw Blaire was asleep in his chair behind his desk.
Gary smiled and then turned and headed to the entrance and when he reached his office door he could clearly see her sleeping behind his desk.
Blaire Parrott was five foot eight with substantial breasts and long shapely legs.
But in his leather chair she looked quite small, almost childlike, her head, with her pixie cut red hair was turned to the side and she had an angelic look on her face.
It was a pretty face that he was very familiar with, although more often than not it was not quite as angelic as he was more familiar with it being distorted by an orgasmic grimace.
Blaire was 26 years old and she had worked at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two of those, and was now the assistant manager, and it was something of which she was very proud, to have been promoted was a great achievement and the majority of the staff were pleased for her, although one or two put it down to her being rewarded for services rendered.
She was married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years, which was why she was so receptive to Gary’s attentions.
As she slept in his chair she was wearing a turquoise green skirt, a rather creased white blouse and black opaque tights.
He tip toed in and closed the door behind him then he sat on the corner of his desk and watched her sleeping.
(Part 03)
26 years old Blaire Parrott was married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years, which was why she was so receptive to Gary’s attentions.
she had worked at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two of those, and was now the assistant manager, and it was something of which she was very proud, to have been promoted was a great achievement and the majority of the staff were pleased for her, although one or two put it down to her being rewarded for services rendered.
As she slept in his chair she was wearing a turquoise green skirt, a rather creased white blouse and black opaque tights.
He tip toed in and closed the door behind him then he sat on the corner of his desk and watched her sleeping.
“Good morning” he said as she opened her mesmerizing green eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she said startled “I thought you were in London”
“I was, I came back early” he replied
“More to the point, what are you doing here?”
“Kenny” she replied
Kenny was her alcoholic husband.
“What’s he done this time?” he asked
“He’s drunk” she replied
“So what’s new” he said ironically
“But this time he’s been hammered for ten days straight”
“You should leave him” he said
“And go where? And do what?” she snapped “He’s blown all our money on booze, there’s nothing left for me to start again on my own”
“But he’s never going to change” Gary said
“I know” she agreed resignedly
“So why don’t you live in?” he asked
“I need something more than a maid’s room” she said sinking back in the chair
“That wasn’t what I had in mind” he said
“I don’t know what you mean” she said with a confused expression on her face and then when the confusion cleared she said “oh no I can’t live with you”
“God I wasn’t suggesting that” he said with horror
“You don’t have to sound quite so horrified” she said
“Sorry” he said “but what I was suggesting was the Gate Lodge”
“Gate Lodge?” she responded
“Yes it’s the building down by the gate”
“I guessed that much, what about it?” she asked
“Well apparently when Stanislaw Gorski was assistant manager use of the Lodge was part of his package” Gary said
“No, Stan lived in the village” she corrected him
“Out of choice” he said “but he didn’t have to”
“Are you sure?” she asked
“Yes I saw it in his personnel file the other day”
“What were you looking at that for?” she asked
“I had to do a reference” he replied “his file is still on the desk somewhere”
He said as he glanced over his shoulder and all of a sudden she rose up from the chair and reached over and grabbed the file marked “private and confidential” and began reading it.
“You were telling the truth” she said “So I can live there”
(Part 04)
“I had to do a reference” he replied “his file is still on the desk somewhere”
He said as he glanced over his shoulder and all of a sudden she rose up from the chair and reached over and grabbed the file marked “private and confidential” and began reading it.
“You were telling the truth” she said “So I can live there”
“Why would I lie?” he asked affronted
“I thought you were just being nice” she said as she leant over the desk reading it
“That doesn’t sound like me” he said
”No it doesn’t” she agreed
“You cheeky cow” he said and pinned her to the desk and tickled her mercilessly until she was laughing so hard no sound was coming out of her.
And when he had finished and let her regain her breath Blaire started to rub her arse against him.
“So you want to play do you?”
She didn’t answer him but let out a long steady exhale through her nose and then she pushed again against the lump in his trousers.
He repositioned his stance and began hiking up her skirt and released the pressure against her to allow the fabric to pass between her arse and his bulge.
She was bent over his desk with her full weight on her palms and the hem of her skirt halfway up her back.
He was about to grip the waistband of her tights and yank them down as he often had before,
“Stockings eh?” he said
“I found that the Tights made me too hot” she replied
“It’s not possible for a woman to be too hot” Gary said
“But Stockings make you hot” she said and rubbed her pantie covered cheek against his bulge
“Very true” he agreed and pulled her black panties smartly downwards
So with her knickers safely around her knees he undid his trousers and sat in the chair with his cock stiffly on parade
“Come on then Blaire if you want to play” he commanded
Obediently, his understudy, who still had her hands on her desk shuffled backwards and lowered herself until she was squatting on his shaft and then rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down making wonderfully dirty sounds as she did.
But despite her skill as a lover, given the unorthodox position, inevitably Blaire lost the rhythm so Gary with his balls fit to burst, used one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push himself up from the chair and stood up with his cock still inside her and finished her over the desk.
She was still laying bent over the desk sighing with her bare arse and bejewelled fanny on full display while he redressed.
He bent down and kissed one cheek and caressed the other and said
“Go and get some sleep, in one of the vacant rooms”
“Ok boss” she purred
“And tomorrow get housekeeping to prepare the lodge and then you can move in”
“Thank you Gary”
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.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
But despite Gary’s predilection for shagging anything with a pulse he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side and it was becoming a popular venue for functions.
His father was particularly pleased with him, there had been no reported scandals and he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel, and so he invited him up to London for the weekend for a celebratory meal.
The meal was good and it was nice to see his parents but he didn’t stay the whole weekend as he was missing the quiet of Clayton.
And in truth he was a little embarrassed taking all the credit for the success at the Clayton Manor.
Because the truth of it was that his success was as a result, in no small measure, to his decision to promote the former head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott.
The decision was rather forced on him after Stanislaw Gorski tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Playford Palace group for ten years and had been the Assistant manager at the Clayton Manor for 5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.
So when Gary Playford was parachuted in over his head it was just too much for him to take.
(Part 02)
The decision to promote Blaire was rather forced on him after Stanislaw Gorski tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Playford Palace group for ten years and had been the Assistant manager at the Clayton Manor for 5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.
So when Gary Playford was parachuted in over his head it was just too much for him to take.
His departure left Gary in a very difficult position as he needed someone who knew the place inside out and Blaire was the only person that fitted the bill so he offered her the job.
However after her physical assault on him in an upstairs closet on his first day they had become fuck buddies and so she was reluctant to accept the job and it took some persuasion.
“I want you because you know the hotel and the staff and you’ll be a first rate assistant manager” he said “so are you going to take it?”
“Yes” she said
“Good”
On her way out of his office she paused by the door and said
“There is one condition though”
“What’s that?”
“I would still like to be your fuck buddy” Blaire said
“No problem”
Gary felt very pleased with himself for persuading her although it was for purely selfish reasons.
And those staff members who thought her promotion was down to sex were not that far from the mark, though not in the way that they meant.
Having Blaire as assistant manager, who was not only hard working and diligent but could also handle the guests very well, meant he could comfortably leave her in charge while he was doing what he did best, seducing women.
On Saturday night after a lavish meal Gary said goodbye to his parents and drove back to Clayton and it was 4 am when he pulled up outside the hotel, and he was surprised to see there were lights still burning in his office so he decided to investigate, and on looking through his office window he saw Blaire was asleep in his chair behind his desk.
Gary smiled and then turned and headed to the entrance and when he reached his office door he could clearly see her sleeping behind his desk.
Blaire Parrott was five foot eight with substantial breasts and long shapely legs.
But in his leather chair she looked quite small, almost childlike, her head, with her pixie cut red hair was turned to the side and she had an angelic look on her face.
It was a pretty face that he was very familiar with, although more often than not it was not quite as angelic as he was more familiar with it being distorted by an orgasmic grimace.
Blaire was 26 years old and she had worked at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two of those, and was now the assistant manager, and it was something of which she was very proud, to have been promoted was a great achievement and the majority of the staff were pleased for her, although one or two put it down to her being rewarded for services rendered.
She was married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years, which was why she was so receptive to Gary’s attentions.
As she slept in his chair she was wearing a turquoise green skirt, a rather creased white blouse and black opaque tights.
He tip toed in and closed the door behind him then he sat on the corner of his desk and watched her sleeping.
(Part 03)
26 years old Blaire Parrott was married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years, which was why she was so receptive to Gary’s attentions.
she had worked at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two of those, and was now the assistant manager, and it was something of which she was very proud, to have been promoted was a great achievement and the majority of the staff were pleased for her, although one or two put it down to her being rewarded for services rendered.
As she slept in his chair she was wearing a turquoise green skirt, a rather creased white blouse and black opaque tights.
He tip toed in and closed the door behind him then he sat on the corner of his desk and watched her sleeping.
“Good morning” he said as she opened her mesmerizing green eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she said startled “I thought you were in London”
“I was, I came back early” he replied
“More to the point, what are you doing here?”
“Kenny” she replied
Kenny was her alcoholic husband.
“What’s he done this time?” he asked
“He’s drunk” she replied
“So what’s new” he said ironically
“But this time he’s been hammered for ten days straight”
“You should leave him” he said
“And go where? And do what?” she snapped “He’s blown all our money on booze, there’s nothing left for me to start again on my own”
“But he’s never going to change” Gary said
“I know” she agreed resignedly
“So why don’t you live in?” he asked
“I need something more than a maid’s room” she said sinking back in the chair
“That wasn’t what I had in mind” he said
“I don’t know what you mean” she said with a confused expression on her face and then when the confusion cleared she said “oh no I can’t live with you”
“God I wasn’t suggesting that” he said with horror
“You don’t have to sound quite so horrified” she said
“Sorry” he said “but what I was suggesting was the Gate Lodge”
“Gate Lodge?” she responded
“Yes it’s the building down by the gate”
“I guessed that much, what about it?” she asked
“Well apparently when Stanislaw Gorski was assistant manager use of the Lodge was part of his package” Gary said
“No, Stan lived in the village” she corrected him
“Out of choice” he said “but he didn’t have to”
“Are you sure?” she asked
“Yes I saw it in his personnel file the other day”
“What were you looking at that for?” she asked
“I had to do a reference” he replied “his file is still on the desk somewhere”
He said as he glanced over his shoulder and all of a sudden she rose up from the chair and reached over and grabbed the file marked “private and confidential” and began reading it.
“You were telling the truth” she said “So I can live there”
(Part 04)
“I had to do a reference” he replied “his file is still on the desk somewhere”
He said as he glanced over his shoulder and all of a sudden she rose up from the chair and reached over and grabbed the file marked “private and confidential” and began reading it.
“You were telling the truth” she said “So I can live there”
“Why would I lie?” he asked affronted
“I thought you were just being nice” she said as she leant over the desk reading it
“That doesn’t sound like me” he said
”No it doesn’t” she agreed
“You cheeky cow” he said and pinned her to the desk and tickled her mercilessly until she was laughing so hard no sound was coming out of her.
And when he had finished and let her regain her breath Blaire started to rub her arse against him.
“So you want to play do you?”
She didn’t answer him but let out a long steady exhale through her nose and then she pushed again against the lump in his trousers.
He repositioned his stance and began hiking up her skirt and released the pressure against her to allow the fabric to pass between her arse and his bulge.
She was bent over his desk with her full weight on her palms and the hem of her skirt halfway up her back.
He was about to grip the waistband of her tights and yank them down as he often had before,
“Stockings eh?” he said
“I found that the Tights made me too hot” she replied
“It’s not possible for a woman to be too hot” Gary said
“But Stockings make you hot” she said and rubbed her pantie covered cheek against his bulge
“Very true” he agreed and pulled her black panties smartly downwards
So with her knickers safely around her knees he undid his trousers and sat in the chair with his cock stiffly on parade
“Come on then Blaire if you want to play” he commanded
Obediently, his understudy, who still had her hands on her desk shuffled backwards and lowered herself until she was squatting on his shaft and then rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down making wonderfully dirty sounds as she did.
But despite her skill as a lover, given the unorthodox position, inevitably Blaire lost the rhythm so Gary with his balls fit to burst, used one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push himself up from the chair and stood up with his cock still inside her and finished her over the desk.
She was still laying bent over the desk sighing with her bare arse and bejewelled fanny on full display while he redressed.
He bent down and kissed one cheek and caressed the other and said
“Go and get some sleep, in one of the vacant rooms”
“Ok boss” she purred
“And tomorrow get housekeeping to prepare the lodge and then you can move in”
“Thank you Gary”
Thursday, 18 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (085) Distress Call
(Part 01)
Amy Coates 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 Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette 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.
Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.
She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.
Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.
He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.
But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.
She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.
After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.
Mark Sheridan worked in Shallowfield for the Dancingdean Forestry Commission which he heartily enjoyed and which kept him at his physical peak which he needed to keep up with Amy, because once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster who wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location.
So he kept his 6ft tall muscular physic in good order because he had to ready for her as with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.
And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.
But sometimes it could be several weeks before they would see each other for a variety of reasons.
On one rare occasion it got up to as long as five weeks which was why in November just after Mark got home from work his phone bleated at him informing him that he had a text, so he fished it out of his pocket and he saw it was from Amy.
The message read
“SOS I need you now”
After a few moments he replied
“I’m on my way”
(Part 02)
When he reached Abbottsford he parked up outside Amy’s digs and walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
The door was opened by one of the housemates, Alison, the skinny OCD one.
“Hi Ali” he said
“Hello Mark” she replied “Go straight up, She’s in her room”
So he went up the stairs and straight to Amy’s door and knocked twice.
“Come in” she called and he went in and Amy was wearing the lovely Emerald green summer dress she had worn on that hot summer day when he first made love to her, and being the kind of man he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing the bra and knickers from that day as well.
“Hello gorgeous” he said and smiled
“Oh Mark” she said and threw herself into HIS arms.
“I’m so sorry Mark” she said and started to cry “but I missed you”
“Don’t cry hon” he said, but it didn’t help, she was sobbing hard on his shoulder and he could feel her tears soaking his shirt as he made encouraging noises until she eventually calmed down enough so she could explain what was wrong.
“I just missed you so much” she said and forced a smile and she started to cry again
“I’m sorry” she said
“Don’t be sorry, I’ve missed you like crazy” he reassured her
“I love you” she said and kissed him
“I love you too”
“So why are you wearing the summer dress in November?” he asked “why do you even have it with you?”
She hugged him tightly and hid her face from him.
“I have it with me because it reminds me of that day” she said into his chest “and I wear it when I’m lonely”
They stood there holding each other for about five minutes when she finally broke the silence.
“The answer to your question is yes, I am”
“What was the question?” he asked puzzled
“Is she wearing the green panties” Amy answered
“Then let’s make some more memories” he suggested
“Yes please” she said looking at him coyly.
“You’re so beautiful Amy” as he breathed in her intoxicating perfume as it enveloped him and he kissed her.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue into his mouth with her arms still wrapped around him, holding him so tight.
Marks hand moved from the small of her back up to between her shoulder blades and slowly unzipped her dress and still kissing him she released her grip on him and stepped backwards to allow the front of her cotton dress to fall forwards exposing her breasts.
He sat on her bed kissing her breasts and took her nipple in his mouth, all the while tugging at the folds of cotton and dragging the cloth over her hips and leaving that special dress in a heap around her ankles.
And with Amy wearing only those sexy green panties he stood up and she began undressing him and when she had finished he removed her knickers and laid her on the bed and they made love like it was the first time and having removed her from the green dress and underwear from the day of her desecration, he desecrated her anew and then they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Amy Coates 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 Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette 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.
Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.
She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.
Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.
He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.
But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.
She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.
After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.
Mark Sheridan worked in Shallowfield for the Dancingdean Forestry Commission which he heartily enjoyed and which kept him at his physical peak which he needed to keep up with Amy, because once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster who wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location.
So he kept his 6ft tall muscular physic in good order because he had to ready for her as with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.
And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.
But sometimes it could be several weeks before they would see each other for a variety of reasons.
On one rare occasion it got up to as long as five weeks which was why in November just after Mark got home from work his phone bleated at him informing him that he had a text, so he fished it out of his pocket and he saw it was from Amy.
The message read
“SOS I need you now”
After a few moments he replied
“I’m on my way”
(Part 02)
When he reached Abbottsford he parked up outside Amy’s digs and walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
The door was opened by one of the housemates, Alison, the skinny OCD one.
“Hi Ali” he said
“Hello Mark” she replied “Go straight up, She’s in her room”
So he went up the stairs and straight to Amy’s door and knocked twice.
“Come in” she called and he went in and Amy was wearing the lovely Emerald green summer dress she had worn on that hot summer day when he first made love to her, and being the kind of man he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing the bra and knickers from that day as well.
“Hello gorgeous” he said and smiled
“Oh Mark” she said and threw herself into HIS arms.
“I’m so sorry Mark” she said and started to cry “but I missed you”
“Don’t cry hon” he said, but it didn’t help, she was sobbing hard on his shoulder and he could feel her tears soaking his shirt as he made encouraging noises until she eventually calmed down enough so she could explain what was wrong.
“I just missed you so much” she said and forced a smile and she started to cry again
“I’m sorry” she said
“Don’t be sorry, I’ve missed you like crazy” he reassured her
“I love you” she said and kissed him
“I love you too”
“So why are you wearing the summer dress in November?” he asked “why do you even have it with you?”
She hugged him tightly and hid her face from him.
“I have it with me because it reminds me of that day” she said into his chest “and I wear it when I’m lonely”
They stood there holding each other for about five minutes when she finally broke the silence.
“The answer to your question is yes, I am”
“What was the question?” he asked puzzled
“Is she wearing the green panties” Amy answered
“Then let’s make some more memories” he suggested
“Yes please” she said looking at him coyly.
“You’re so beautiful Amy” as he breathed in her intoxicating perfume as it enveloped him and he kissed her.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue into his mouth with her arms still wrapped around him, holding him so tight.
Marks hand moved from the small of her back up to between her shoulder blades and slowly unzipped her dress and still kissing him she released her grip on him and stepped backwards to allow the front of her cotton dress to fall forwards exposing her breasts.
He sat on her bed kissing her breasts and took her nipple in his mouth, all the while tugging at the folds of cotton and dragging the cloth over her hips and leaving that special dress in a heap around her ankles.
And with Amy wearing only those sexy green panties he stood up and she began undressing him and when she had finished he removed her knickers and laid her on the bed and they made love like it was the first time and having removed her from the green dress and underwear from the day of her desecration, he desecrated her anew and then they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (084) The Adventure Playground
(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 foul 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.
They had been into the village to the pub and after a couple of drinks in the Railway Tavern, Sara started getting horny and with the new adventurous Sara, Gary knew all too well that when she was horny he had to be horny so she started stroking his sleeping soldier.
“I suppose we had better go” he said before she stroked his cock up to full erection.
“Just what I was thinking” she added
As they walked towards the door he looked at Sara who was wearing a short denim skirt, a pale blue short sleeved top, low cut obviously, blue and white ankle socks and trainers, and he ascertained it wouldn’t take long to get her prepared for action and as Gary had on a t-shirt and elastic waisted swim shorts he knew he could be bollock naked in seconds.
So once outside he said
“So where to?”
“To the woods” she replied before adding “and quickly”
(Part 02)
As they walked towards the door he looked at Sara who was wearing a short denim skirt, a pale blue short sleeved top, low cut obviously, blue and white ankle socks and trainers, and he ascertained it wouldn’t take long to get her prepared for action and as Gary had on a t-shirt and elastic waisted swim shorts he knew he could be bollock naked in seconds.
So once outside he said
“So where to?”
“To the woods” she replied before adding “and quickly”
They blundered about in the darkness for a while until they stumbled upon the assault course.
“Let’s do it up the tower” she suggested excitedly
They had emerged from the woods by part of the course where there was a large scramble net which after twenty feet led to the zip wire tower.
“Ok but be careful” he cautioned
“Don’t worry this is adventure woman Sara you’re talking too” she pointed out and then she ran head long up the net and got about six foot up it and then missed her footing and one leg went through the net.
“Are you ok?” he asked with concern
“I’m fine” she replied and tried to extricate her leg but when the other leg one went through a different hole, which caused her to lose her hand holds as well, she ended up hanging upside down and forming a perfect “Y” shape.
“Ok I admit it I’m not fine”
“Are you hurt?” Gary asked
“No” she retorted “but I’m stuck”
So Gary climbed up the net to extricate her from her predicament, but when he reached her he noticed that her little denim skirt had, under the influence of gravity, fallen earthwards leaving her pale blue knickers on view so he changed his focus.
“Can you do it?” she asked “All the bloods rushing to my head”
“Mine too” he thought
“No problem” he replied
But when she felt his hand on her inner thigh she asked
“What are you doing?”
Gary gave no reply and instead pulled her blue knickers aside and opened her up with his tongue which in no uncertain terms had given Sara her answer.
“Oh God Gary that feels so dirty” she moaned and after a few moments she yanked his shorts down and consumed him as he was consuming her.
They could quite easily have finished each other in that bizarre suspended 69 and been perfectly satisfied with the result, but Gary thought he heard someone other than Sara coming.
So his tongue reluctantly left her sticky lips and withdrew from her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” she said
“I thought I heard someone” he replied but instead of causing her alarm it only served to make her wetter.
Gary quickly got her upright and helped the wobbly legged minx up the net and into the tower where Sara made sure he was very quickly into her.
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 foul 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.
They had been into the village to the pub and after a couple of drinks in the Railway Tavern, Sara started getting horny and with the new adventurous Sara, Gary knew all too well that when she was horny he had to be horny so she started stroking his sleeping soldier.
“I suppose we had better go” he said before she stroked his cock up to full erection.
“Just what I was thinking” she added
As they walked towards the door he looked at Sara who was wearing a short denim skirt, a pale blue short sleeved top, low cut obviously, blue and white ankle socks and trainers, and he ascertained it wouldn’t take long to get her prepared for action and as Gary had on a t-shirt and elastic waisted swim shorts he knew he could be bollock naked in seconds.
So once outside he said
“So where to?”
“To the woods” she replied before adding “and quickly”
(Part 02)
As they walked towards the door he looked at Sara who was wearing a short denim skirt, a pale blue short sleeved top, low cut obviously, blue and white ankle socks and trainers, and he ascertained it wouldn’t take long to get her prepared for action and as Gary had on a t-shirt and elastic waisted swim shorts he knew he could be bollock naked in seconds.
So once outside he said
“So where to?”
“To the woods” she replied before adding “and quickly”
They blundered about in the darkness for a while until they stumbled upon the assault course.
“Let’s do it up the tower” she suggested excitedly
They had emerged from the woods by part of the course where there was a large scramble net which after twenty feet led to the zip wire tower.
“Ok but be careful” he cautioned
“Don’t worry this is adventure woman Sara you’re talking too” she pointed out and then she ran head long up the net and got about six foot up it and then missed her footing and one leg went through the net.
“Are you ok?” he asked with concern
“I’m fine” she replied and tried to extricate her leg but when the other leg one went through a different hole, which caused her to lose her hand holds as well, she ended up hanging upside down and forming a perfect “Y” shape.
“Ok I admit it I’m not fine”
“Are you hurt?” Gary asked
“No” she retorted “but I’m stuck”
So Gary climbed up the net to extricate her from her predicament, but when he reached her he noticed that her little denim skirt had, under the influence of gravity, fallen earthwards leaving her pale blue knickers on view so he changed his focus.
“Can you do it?” she asked “All the bloods rushing to my head”
“Mine too” he thought
“No problem” he replied
But when she felt his hand on her inner thigh she asked
“What are you doing?”
Gary gave no reply and instead pulled her blue knickers aside and opened her up with his tongue which in no uncertain terms had given Sara her answer.
“Oh God Gary that feels so dirty” she moaned and after a few moments she yanked his shorts down and consumed him as he was consuming her.
They could quite easily have finished each other in that bizarre suspended 69 and been perfectly satisfied with the result, but Gary thought he heard someone other than Sara coming.
So his tongue reluctantly left her sticky lips and withdrew from her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” she said
“I thought I heard someone” he replied but instead of causing her alarm it only served to make her wetter.
Gary quickly got her upright and helped the wobbly legged minx up the net and into the tower where Sara made sure he was very quickly into her.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (083) Green Eyed Goddess
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.
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.
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.
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