Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.
So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.
The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.
On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it.
But in the early hours of one Sunday morning he was violently shaken awake.
“You have to go,” Antonia said urgently
“What? When?” he said
“In about an hour” she replied, and giggled as she laced her fingers around his shaft.
“Now this is the kind of early morning call I like,” he said as she tugged on his cock and tongued his ear
Then in a trice Antonia was above him and rubbing her sticky heat against his awakening organ provocatively before she slowly slid down on him and like a whirlwind Antonia pumped herself on him again and again thrashing about above him like a ragdoll, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust.
One after another she satisfied herself on his rod, and all he could do was grab her arse and be mesmerised by her jiggling jugs.
Until her pumping action quickened and she came in a rousing crescendo and Antonia, panting hard collapsed on top of him, and panted contentedly
“Mmmmm” she exclaimed
“Another one for the bank?” he asked
“Ohhh yes” she said smugly
Antonia had woken him early in the morning so he could sneak out before the neighbours were up and about; but she decided to wake him extra early so she could have him before he left.
She left him in bed on that dark Sunday morning in March while she went and washed the lust from her gorgeous body.
Paul smiled to himself and slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom.
He could see Toni’s well-defined shape through the glass, and he was already aroused before he opened the door and joined her in the cubicle.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked
“I’m just making sure you don’t miss anything” he replied
“I don’t think anything will be missed darling” she said and kissed him as her soapy hand took hold of his shaft.
“In fact I think I’m probably going to get everything”
“Yes you are” he agreed
Afterwards she phoned her mum and said she was running late as something had come up and after a lingering goodbye kiss by the back door he walked home across the golf course in the half light.
Wednesday, 24 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (100) Yuletide Felicitations
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.
Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person
She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.
She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a massive impact on her, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy relationship that had developed between them after she had jumped him in an upstairs closet on his first day.
She had been promoted from head of housekeeping into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her alcoholic husband because she was now living in the Gate Lodge, and all of these things combined allowed her the time and opportunity to feed her appetites.
And all of these things combined allowed her the time and opportunity to feed her appetites.
It was just before Christmas when Blaire was sitting in her office opening the mail and she had a rather large parcel addressed to her personally, she opened it and found a gift wrapped present inside but she didn’t open it, she just read the card instead
“Have a very Merry Christmas Blaire, with love from a very grateful Guest”
“Well that’s lovely” she said to herself and then she read the back of the card
“PS – looking forward to dining in my room on New Year’s Eve”
Which caused her to blush scarlet.
The card was from Michael Foss, a guest whom she had seduced in his room after delivering his meal.
He didn’t realise when she walked in pushing a trolley that it was actually she that was on the menu.
But she was and he had dined from Ms Parrott’s a la carte selection many times since.
After she had finished opening the mail she then ordered what sounded like a very interesting sandwich from the kitchen which turned out to be rather boring.
And while she drank the cup of tea that came with it she decided to go and deliver a present of her own.
Blaire stood in the hall holding a Christmas package when she knocked on the door of his suite.
When the door opened she found Gary Playford standing there wearing a dressing gown.
“Happy Christmas Gary” she said beaming a big smile and holding out the package.
“Wow Happy Christmas Blaire” he responded, “come in”
“Ok” she said still smiling broadly “but no funny business”
“No funny business” he agreed and Blaire stepped inside
“You didn’t have to get me a gift,” he said to her as she sat down on the sofa.
“I think I do because last Christmas Ken was drunk for ten days in a row, we had no decorations, because he ripped them all down in a drunken rage, no tree for the same reason, no Christmas dinner because he spent all the housekeeping money on booze and there were no presents” she said and tears were beginning to form in her eyes
“This year, I have a new job, which I love, I have somewhere I can call home, I have my own office, I have money in the bank and a bright future ahead and it’s all thanks to you”
He tried to interrupt but Blaire continued
“If you hadn’t helped me, believed in me, I wouldn’t be here now having the best Christmas I’ve ever had, and I will always be grateful for that, and the other things of course” she added and blushed.
Then she stood up and gave him a big hug and an hour later she left his suite considerably moister than when she had entered it.
“So much for no funny business,” she thought as she walked down the hall smiling broadly.
Gary meanwhile was showering for the second time that day and as a result of Blaire’s Yuletide felicitations he was about forty minutes late leaving for a meeting in Shallowfield and Blaire needed a change of underwear.
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.
Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person
She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.
She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a massive impact on her, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy relationship that had developed between them after she had jumped him in an upstairs closet on his first day.
She had been promoted from head of housekeeping into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her alcoholic husband because she was now living in the Gate Lodge, and all of these things combined allowed her the time and opportunity to feed her appetites.
And all of these things combined allowed her the time and opportunity to feed her appetites.
It was just before Christmas when Blaire was sitting in her office opening the mail and she had a rather large parcel addressed to her personally, she opened it and found a gift wrapped present inside but she didn’t open it, she just read the card instead
“Have a very Merry Christmas Blaire, with love from a very grateful Guest”
“Well that’s lovely” she said to herself and then she read the back of the card
“PS – looking forward to dining in my room on New Year’s Eve”
Which caused her to blush scarlet.
The card was from Michael Foss, a guest whom she had seduced in his room after delivering his meal.
He didn’t realise when she walked in pushing a trolley that it was actually she that was on the menu.
But she was and he had dined from Ms Parrott’s a la carte selection many times since.
After she had finished opening the mail she then ordered what sounded like a very interesting sandwich from the kitchen which turned out to be rather boring.
And while she drank the cup of tea that came with it she decided to go and deliver a present of her own.
Blaire stood in the hall holding a Christmas package when she knocked on the door of his suite.
When the door opened she found Gary Playford standing there wearing a dressing gown.
“Happy Christmas Gary” she said beaming a big smile and holding out the package.
“Wow Happy Christmas Blaire” he responded, “come in”
“Ok” she said still smiling broadly “but no funny business”
“No funny business” he agreed and Blaire stepped inside
“You didn’t have to get me a gift,” he said to her as she sat down on the sofa.
“I think I do because last Christmas Ken was drunk for ten days in a row, we had no decorations, because he ripped them all down in a drunken rage, no tree for the same reason, no Christmas dinner because he spent all the housekeeping money on booze and there were no presents” she said and tears were beginning to form in her eyes
“This year, I have a new job, which I love, I have somewhere I can call home, I have my own office, I have money in the bank and a bright future ahead and it’s all thanks to you”
He tried to interrupt but Blaire continued
“If you hadn’t helped me, believed in me, I wouldn’t be here now having the best Christmas I’ve ever had, and I will always be grateful for that, and the other things of course” she added and blushed.
Then she stood up and gave him a big hug and an hour later she left his suite considerably moister than when she had entered it.
“So much for no funny business,” she thought as she walked down the hall smiling broadly.
Gary meanwhile was showering for the second time that day and as a result of Blaire’s Yuletide felicitations he was about forty minutes late leaving for a meeting in Shallowfield and Blaire needed a change of underwear.
Tuesday, 23 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (099) Erotic Buffet
(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.
They had spent the night together in his bed but the next morning they had to be up very early so he could drive a very sleepy headed Amy back to Abbottsford.
As usual Mark had risen early in both senses of the term, thinking he might start the day by splitting Amy’s ginger whiskers, but she rebuffed his advances
“I’m too sleepy Mark,” she said
(Part 02)
Amy was going to a gig on Saturday night with her housemates and it was a kind of end of term celebration.
The house was empty when they got there so Mark took her bags up to her room while Amy went into the kitchen to make drinks.
He put the cases on her bed and went back downstairs and as he got to the bottom he called out to her
“I don’t think I’m going to have time for coffee”
“Oh ok” Amy called from the kitchen “You’d better come and say goodbye then”
“Where are you?” he shouted
“I’m in the kitchen” she called back so he walked down the hall and into the kitchen and found Amy lying draped across the kitchen table like an erotic buffet completely naked casually teasing a large pink nipple with one hand and fingering herself between her ginger pubes with the other.
“Do you have enough time for some of this?” she asked
“Always” he replied as he un-trousered his stirring beast.
“I thought you were too sleepy for a shag,” he said
“I’ve woken up now” she replied
“So I can see,” Mark said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously frigging herself.
And he stood there looking down on her, keenly watching her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping and sliding herself to orgasm as he tugged on his cock.
When she had writhed and wriggled herself to orgasm, she then lustily sucked her tangy grease from her fingers so he grabbed her by the knees and dragged her horny carcass towards his waiting cock.
Having pulled her pussy to the edge of the table Amy’s cunny was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her.
“Oh God Mark” She moaned, “That feels so good”
He partially withdrew, but so impatient was she that Amy wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him back into her hard and she moaned loudly and smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.
“More of those” she begged
So he gave her another hard one and her hands gripped the sides of the table to brace herself and then she got another.
Amy gave great panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and the table legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as gripped the table harder with each thrust.
Mark had to grip the table himself to try and halt its progress across the kitchen floor.
Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace as her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms he shot.
When he looked down at the sweaty panting wreck draped across the table he thought the erotic buffet now looked like it had been well and truly enjoyed, as it most certainly had been and by the time he had put the last length into her grateful pussy the table had moved two feet from its original position.
When they had finally stopped panting she said
“Now you may go about your business” and released him from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from her.
“Cheeky mare” he said and lifted her legs and spanked her arse really hard and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek.
“Bastard” she said but then she chuckled.
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.
They had spent the night together in his bed but the next morning they had to be up very early so he could drive a very sleepy headed Amy back to Abbottsford.
As usual Mark had risen early in both senses of the term, thinking he might start the day by splitting Amy’s ginger whiskers, but she rebuffed his advances
“I’m too sleepy Mark,” she said
(Part 02)
Amy was going to a gig on Saturday night with her housemates and it was a kind of end of term celebration.
The house was empty when they got there so Mark took her bags up to her room while Amy went into the kitchen to make drinks.
He put the cases on her bed and went back downstairs and as he got to the bottom he called out to her
“I don’t think I’m going to have time for coffee”
“Oh ok” Amy called from the kitchen “You’d better come and say goodbye then”
“Where are you?” he shouted
“I’m in the kitchen” she called back so he walked down the hall and into the kitchen and found Amy lying draped across the kitchen table like an erotic buffet completely naked casually teasing a large pink nipple with one hand and fingering herself between her ginger pubes with the other.
“Do you have enough time for some of this?” she asked
“Always” he replied as he un-trousered his stirring beast.
“I thought you were too sleepy for a shag,” he said
“I’ve woken up now” she replied
“So I can see,” Mark said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously frigging herself.
And he stood there looking down on her, keenly watching her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping and sliding herself to orgasm as he tugged on his cock.
When she had writhed and wriggled herself to orgasm, she then lustily sucked her tangy grease from her fingers so he grabbed her by the knees and dragged her horny carcass towards his waiting cock.
Having pulled her pussy to the edge of the table Amy’s cunny was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her.
“Oh God Mark” She moaned, “That feels so good”
He partially withdrew, but so impatient was she that Amy wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him back into her hard and she moaned loudly and smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.
“More of those” she begged
So he gave her another hard one and her hands gripped the sides of the table to brace herself and then she got another.
Amy gave great panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and the table legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as gripped the table harder with each thrust.
Mark had to grip the table himself to try and halt its progress across the kitchen floor.
Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace as her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms he shot.
When he looked down at the sweaty panting wreck draped across the table he thought the erotic buffet now looked like it had been well and truly enjoyed, as it most certainly had been and by the time he had put the last length into her grateful pussy the table had moved two feet from its original position.
When they had finally stopped panting she said
“Now you may go about your business” and released him from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from her.
“Cheeky mare” he said and lifted her legs and spanked her arse really hard and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek.
“Bastard” she said but then she chuckled.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (098) The Backwoods 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 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.
It was early afternoon and they and sneaked into one of their favourite nookie places, the disabled toilet, which was situated at the end of the old railway platform, and were indulging in a spot of foreplay.
Gary was sitting on the seat and Sara was on his lap, her t-shirt and bra sitting crumpled above her breasts as they kissed and his fingers were working at her wet pussy.
They were fast nearing the point when the entrée would be over and the main course could be served when there was a loud banging on the door which rather put paid to the loud banging that they had in mind.
“Come out of there you dirty pair” a voice shouted
“That’s a shame” Gary said “you were just lathering up a treat”
“Never mind” she said stoically “I’m not drying up any time soon”
They stood up and Sara put her tits back in their holster as Gary made himself comfortable enough to run.
(Part 02)
“Come out of there you dirty pair” a voice shouted as Gary fingered Sara in the disabled loo
“That’s a shame” Gary said “you were just lathering up a treat”
“Never mind” she said stoically “I’m not drying up any time soon”
They stood up and Sara put her tits back in their holster as Gary made himself comfortable enough to run.
“We know you’re in there” the voice shouted and banged on the door again
When they were both ready they held hands, took a deep breath, smiled, and Gary threw the bolt and opened the door and then they ran headlong off the end of the platform hand in hand and giggling with disapproving shouts of protest in their wake and they ran all the way to their car .
Gary and Sara, still giggling, set off for some Carnal adventure in the Dancingdean Forest.
They parked the car and got out and Gary couldn’t stop giggling so Sara decided the only way to stop him was to kiss him, but what began as a means of suppressing his giggles ended with her tongue darting in and out of his mouth like a viper so he returned the kiss to her hot panting mouth.
“This is very nice,” she panted as he rummaged inside her t-shirt and had just managed to uncup her breasts when she suddenly stopped him
“Oh no you don’t” she said and ran off down the path.
Gary was taken completely by surprise but as quickly as he could he ran after and although she had a good head start it didn’t take long for him to close the ground on her and he grabbed hold of her back pack and pull her back.
But her progress was only halted momentarily as she wriggled free of the straps and Gary ended up sitting on his arse holding the bag, and to add insult onto injury she flashed her bouncing Charlie’s at him and ran off laughing.
“That’s dirty fighting” he called after her and quickly got back to his feet but she managed to show him a clean pair of heels all the way down the track, and he only caught her then because she stopped.
“Well that was quite an adventure wasn’t it?” she said “It’s a shame you couldn’t keep up”
“I don’t think you truly appreciated the inherent difficulty in running whilst sporting an erection,” he said somewhat pompously
“You have an erection?” she asked smiling “let’s have a look”
“You do realise that, like a samurai, if I draw my weapon I have to use it?” he responded
“Ok” she said and stood biting her lip as he dropped his pants and trousers.
Sara studied his hard on intently for a few moments and then said
“I don’t think I’ll bother after all”
“You cheeky cow” he said affronted, as she turned on her heels and ran up a side track giggling like a schoolgirl.
(Part 03)
Sara studied his hard on intently for a few moments and then said
“I don’t think I’ll bother after all”
“You cheeky cow” he said affronted, as she turned on her heels and ran up a side track giggling like a schoolgirl.
So Gary kicked away the pants and trousers that were restricting his ankles, dropped the back pack and sprinted after her and he caught her halfway up the incline and she screamed as he grabbed her by the waist.
“Got yer,” he said
“I thought you couldn’t run fast with a stiffy,” she said
“Not when it’s unrestricted,” he said as he tugged her clothes down and exposed her gorgeous buttocks and the moist pink flower between them and then moved his hands up under her T-shirt and cupped her luscious fruits as his cock plunged into her wetness and she exclaimed a delicious moan of pleasure.
He withdrew and repeated the action and elicited another moan before withdrawing again but this time as he began his penetration annoyingly Sara scrambled away up the hill.
He reached out to grab her and got a good hold of her joggers but she continued to wriggle away and he was left holding her empty joggers.
Once free of his clutches she scrambled to the top of the hill with her knickers around her knees, which she quickly slipped off and bent down to retrieve them and Sara was giggling as she wiped her moist lips with the pink panties and then threw them in his face.
He picked them up and held them to his nose and watched her giggling on the summit.
“You dirty little Adventurer” he said and began slowly ascending the hill.
Sara screamed and bolted out of sight as he pulled his top off over his head.
She was kneeling naked in the middle of patch of grass as he walked into view and Sara was licking her lips in anticipation as he approached, then as he knelt on the grass as well she turned her back on him, he thought for a moment she was going to make him chase her again but instead she bent over and offered her open pink petals to him and said.
“Come on then Samurai it’s time to use your weapon”
Always willing to oblige he tucked in behind her and slipped comfortably inside her hot cunny and Sara moaned whorishly with each penetration and he grunted in turn.
It was not a long drawn out affair as both of them were at a heightened state of horniness due to their prolonged adventurous foreplay in the disabled loo so almost in record time they grunted and moaned their way to a satisfying climax and collapsed in a sweaty heap.
They then had to walk naked down the hill collecting their discarded clothes on the way.
That wasn’t the end of their sexploits for the day as their encore to their earlier performance however was a much more methodical act of passionate expression and mutual satisfaction, when after a picnic they made love on a fallen oak.
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.
It was early afternoon and they and sneaked into one of their favourite nookie places, the disabled toilet, which was situated at the end of the old railway platform, and were indulging in a spot of foreplay.
Gary was sitting on the seat and Sara was on his lap, her t-shirt and bra sitting crumpled above her breasts as they kissed and his fingers were working at her wet pussy.
They were fast nearing the point when the entrée would be over and the main course could be served when there was a loud banging on the door which rather put paid to the loud banging that they had in mind.
“Come out of there you dirty pair” a voice shouted
“That’s a shame” Gary said “you were just lathering up a treat”
“Never mind” she said stoically “I’m not drying up any time soon”
They stood up and Sara put her tits back in their holster as Gary made himself comfortable enough to run.
(Part 02)
“Come out of there you dirty pair” a voice shouted as Gary fingered Sara in the disabled loo
“That’s a shame” Gary said “you were just lathering up a treat”
“Never mind” she said stoically “I’m not drying up any time soon”
They stood up and Sara put her tits back in their holster as Gary made himself comfortable enough to run.
“We know you’re in there” the voice shouted and banged on the door again
When they were both ready they held hands, took a deep breath, smiled, and Gary threw the bolt and opened the door and then they ran headlong off the end of the platform hand in hand and giggling with disapproving shouts of protest in their wake and they ran all the way to their car .
Gary and Sara, still giggling, set off for some Carnal adventure in the Dancingdean Forest.
They parked the car and got out and Gary couldn’t stop giggling so Sara decided the only way to stop him was to kiss him, but what began as a means of suppressing his giggles ended with her tongue darting in and out of his mouth like a viper so he returned the kiss to her hot panting mouth.
“This is very nice,” she panted as he rummaged inside her t-shirt and had just managed to uncup her breasts when she suddenly stopped him
“Oh no you don’t” she said and ran off down the path.
Gary was taken completely by surprise but as quickly as he could he ran after and although she had a good head start it didn’t take long for him to close the ground on her and he grabbed hold of her back pack and pull her back.
But her progress was only halted momentarily as she wriggled free of the straps and Gary ended up sitting on his arse holding the bag, and to add insult onto injury she flashed her bouncing Charlie’s at him and ran off laughing.
“That’s dirty fighting” he called after her and quickly got back to his feet but she managed to show him a clean pair of heels all the way down the track, and he only caught her then because she stopped.
“Well that was quite an adventure wasn’t it?” she said “It’s a shame you couldn’t keep up”
“I don’t think you truly appreciated the inherent difficulty in running whilst sporting an erection,” he said somewhat pompously
“You have an erection?” she asked smiling “let’s have a look”
“You do realise that, like a samurai, if I draw my weapon I have to use it?” he responded
“Ok” she said and stood biting her lip as he dropped his pants and trousers.
Sara studied his hard on intently for a few moments and then said
“I don’t think I’ll bother after all”
“You cheeky cow” he said affronted, as she turned on her heels and ran up a side track giggling like a schoolgirl.
(Part 03)
Sara studied his hard on intently for a few moments and then said
“I don’t think I’ll bother after all”
“You cheeky cow” he said affronted, as she turned on her heels and ran up a side track giggling like a schoolgirl.
So Gary kicked away the pants and trousers that were restricting his ankles, dropped the back pack and sprinted after her and he caught her halfway up the incline and she screamed as he grabbed her by the waist.
“Got yer,” he said
“I thought you couldn’t run fast with a stiffy,” she said
“Not when it’s unrestricted,” he said as he tugged her clothes down and exposed her gorgeous buttocks and the moist pink flower between them and then moved his hands up under her T-shirt and cupped her luscious fruits as his cock plunged into her wetness and she exclaimed a delicious moan of pleasure.
He withdrew and repeated the action and elicited another moan before withdrawing again but this time as he began his penetration annoyingly Sara scrambled away up the hill.
He reached out to grab her and got a good hold of her joggers but she continued to wriggle away and he was left holding her empty joggers.
Once free of his clutches she scrambled to the top of the hill with her knickers around her knees, which she quickly slipped off and bent down to retrieve them and Sara was giggling as she wiped her moist lips with the pink panties and then threw them in his face.
He picked them up and held them to his nose and watched her giggling on the summit.
“You dirty little Adventurer” he said and began slowly ascending the hill.
Sara screamed and bolted out of sight as he pulled his top off over his head.
She was kneeling naked in the middle of patch of grass as he walked into view and Sara was licking her lips in anticipation as he approached, then as he knelt on the grass as well she turned her back on him, he thought for a moment she was going to make him chase her again but instead she bent over and offered her open pink petals to him and said.
“Come on then Samurai it’s time to use your weapon”
Always willing to oblige he tucked in behind her and slipped comfortably inside her hot cunny and Sara moaned whorishly with each penetration and he grunted in turn.
It was not a long drawn out affair as both of them were at a heightened state of horniness due to their prolonged adventurous foreplay in the disabled loo so almost in record time they grunted and moaned their way to a satisfying climax and collapsed in a sweaty heap.
They then had to walk naked down the hill collecting their discarded clothes on the way.
That wasn’t the end of their sexploits for the day as their encore to their earlier performance however was a much more methodical act of passionate expression and mutual satisfaction, when after a picnic they made love on a fallen oak.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (097) Reflected Glory
On the Eve of the Summer Ball as a scented breeze blew across the Vale, Nicola Shelley sat before the mirror putting her earing in, her head inclined to one side, so her fine brown hair cascaded down and falls off her shoulders, as the evening sun shimmers on the fine strands.
The lustrous skin of her shoulders and back was naked but for the slender straps of her dress and silently invited his caress.
The atomiser sprayed her heady perfume so it filled the room and invaded his senses like a fragrant garden after summer rain.
The fabric of her red evening dress hugs the wondrous contours of her topography that he knew so well and in the mirror her hazel eyes look back at him as she sees him watching her and knowing his thoughts her reflection smiles and at its radiance his heart soars and makes him want her.
He didn’t know why she loves him and he certainly didn’t ask “why me?” he just thanked god for her.
For her elegance and beauty and for the greater beauty inside her.
So as he bathed in the reflected glory of her he accepted that for that evening he must share her with friends and loved ones but later that night when his hands slipped those fine straps off her shoulders and caressed every inch of her nakedness she will be his alone.
The lustrous skin of her shoulders and back was naked but for the slender straps of her dress and silently invited his caress.
The atomiser sprayed her heady perfume so it filled the room and invaded his senses like a fragrant garden after summer rain.
The fabric of her red evening dress hugs the wondrous contours of her topography that he knew so well and in the mirror her hazel eyes look back at him as she sees him watching her and knowing his thoughts her reflection smiles and at its radiance his heart soars and makes him want her.
He didn’t know why she loves him and he certainly didn’t ask “why me?” he just thanked god for her.
For her elegance and beauty and for the greater beauty inside her.
So as he bathed in the reflected glory of her he accepted that for that evening he must share her with friends and loved ones but later that night when his hands slipped those fine straps off her shoulders and caressed every inch of her nakedness she will be his alone.
Monday, 22 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (096) The Daring Young Girl on the Flying Trapeeze
(Part 01)
There was a military funeral in the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, for Private Owen Mumford of the Downshire Light Infantry, killed by an IAD in Afghanistan.
The funeral and the memorial service were both well attended as Owen was a popular lad in the village and everyone had a tale to tell about him.
Martyn Wingrove was also a local lad and he and Owen had been good friends so his death had hit him hard.
In fact he was finding the whole day a bit of an ordeal, so he was trying to slip away unnoticed and had got as far as the carpark when a voice said
“As you were, Mr Wingrove”
“I recognise that voice” he thought to himself so he stopped and slowly turned around.
“Sharon” he said, “I thought I recognised you earlier,”
Sharon Todd was his ex-girlfriend and she was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry and he hadn’t seen her since the previous November when she was posted to Afghanistan, she was also a local and a friend of Owen.
Her insistence on joining the Army was what had broken them up, the fear of losing her in some stupid pointless foreign conflict.
But even though they were no longer a couple every time there was a news report about Afghanistan his blood ran cold, because he still loved her, but she was back and she was safe.
“When did you get back?” he asked and kissed her
“A couple of days ago” she replied
“It’s great to see you back safe,” Martyn said
There was an indeterminate period when they just stood looking at each other as they remembered the last time they were together and he wanted to say how much he had missed her and how much he wanted her back, but the words wouldn’t come.
There was a quiet cough from behind her and when she turned around she saw it was another soldier.
“I have to go” she said
“Ok, I…” He began
“I’m flag bearer at tonight’s church service at St Marys, then I’m off duty,” Sharon said
“I’ll see you after then?” he asked
She nodded and walked smartly away, and he thought to himself that although he was completely against her joining up
“You do look great in the uniform”
He attended the service and then waited for Sharon outside the church hoping she wouldn’t change into civvies before she met him.
He was sure it wasn’t just a man thing, after all women go mad for firemen, so he knew it couldn’t just be him that thought birds in uniforms were Phwoah.
When she came out he kissed her and they walked across to the Bull and he was pleased to note that Sharon was still wearing her uniform and she looked great in the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap and seamed stockings.
But what made Sharon even sexier than the uniform was the fact that he knew what was underneath it and of course because he loved her.
They walked into the pub and he ordered drinks and they sat in a quiet corner and she talked about her tour of duty, at least as much as she could, and he just listened while she unloaded and when she reached a natural conclusion and she fell silent he asked.
“How long are you home for?”
“Until Tuesday” she replied and his heart sank
(Part 02)
Martyn and Sharon had already had a couple of drinks when he suggested another, but she declined.
“I’ll walk you home then” Martyn said
“Ok” she replied
He offered to walk her home out of gallantry but in truth she could have defended herself better than he could, her body being solid, firm and muscular.
About half a mile along the lane she suddenly turned left into the park
“This way” she said “it’s a short cut”
“Is it?” he replied doubtfully “I don’t think it is”
“Trust me I’m a soldier” she said and marched off at pace and by the time he caught up with her she was playing on the swings.
“Oh very grown up” he said as she propelled herself with great aplomb.
“You’re just jealous” she taunted him, so he just stood and watched her swing until she allowed her momentum to slow and then she leant back and with great athleticism swung her legs up and hooked her ankles around the chains like a trapeze artist.
This caused her skirt to fall away from her thighs so he walked towards her until he was positioned where he had the best view between her legs as she swung gently back and forth.
Although Martyn had a tantalising view he brought her to a stop by grabbing her ankles and then he ran his hands down the inside of her legs all the way down to her groin until his thumbs rested in the hollows at the top of her thighs which met with murmurs of approval from Sharon, who made no effort to escape, so he proceeded to find the waistband of her tights and yanked them off her firm arse along with her army issue knickers.
“I knew you still wanted me” she said, “I’m pleased to say I was right”
Having tugged her tights and drawers up around her knees he knelt on the ground with her pussy naked before him, so he gently pulled her lips apart with his thumbs and opened her and then he tongued the moist pink flesh inside and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound she repeated as he continued to work on her with his tongue until her back arched and the divine velvet purr turned into a course gravelly growl.
He lifted his head from her moist lips and thought it was time and Sharon growled again as he slipped inside her and he used the swing to slide her on and off of his cock, extracting dirty moans in the darkness with each penetration.
And as she reached the abyss, the chains were rattling and the mechanism was squeaking before Sharon let out a long loud sensual, erotic and downright dirty moan as her back arched again and the swing jerked and then so did he.
Sharon raised herself up as she unfurled her legs from the chains and as soon as she sat up straight she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
“Does this mean we’re back on?” she asked
“If you’ll have me” he suggested
“I’ll think about it” she replied
“Oh” he said
“I’ve thought about it” she said and Sharon kissed him again and then she stood up and pulled up her knickers and tights and when she had finished rearranging her underclothes she said
“Of course I’ll have you back, I never wanted it any other way” she said “because I’ve never stopped loving you”
There was a military funeral in the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, for Private Owen Mumford of the Downshire Light Infantry, killed by an IAD in Afghanistan.
The funeral and the memorial service were both well attended as Owen was a popular lad in the village and everyone had a tale to tell about him.
Martyn Wingrove was also a local lad and he and Owen had been good friends so his death had hit him hard.
In fact he was finding the whole day a bit of an ordeal, so he was trying to slip away unnoticed and had got as far as the carpark when a voice said
“As you were, Mr Wingrove”
“I recognise that voice” he thought to himself so he stopped and slowly turned around.
“Sharon” he said, “I thought I recognised you earlier,”
Sharon Todd was his ex-girlfriend and she was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry and he hadn’t seen her since the previous November when she was posted to Afghanistan, she was also a local and a friend of Owen.
Her insistence on joining the Army was what had broken them up, the fear of losing her in some stupid pointless foreign conflict.
But even though they were no longer a couple every time there was a news report about Afghanistan his blood ran cold, because he still loved her, but she was back and she was safe.
“When did you get back?” he asked and kissed her
“A couple of days ago” she replied
“It’s great to see you back safe,” Martyn said
There was an indeterminate period when they just stood looking at each other as they remembered the last time they were together and he wanted to say how much he had missed her and how much he wanted her back, but the words wouldn’t come.
There was a quiet cough from behind her and when she turned around she saw it was another soldier.
“I have to go” she said
“Ok, I…” He began
“I’m flag bearer at tonight’s church service at St Marys, then I’m off duty,” Sharon said
“I’ll see you after then?” he asked
She nodded and walked smartly away, and he thought to himself that although he was completely against her joining up
“You do look great in the uniform”
He attended the service and then waited for Sharon outside the church hoping she wouldn’t change into civvies before she met him.
He was sure it wasn’t just a man thing, after all women go mad for firemen, so he knew it couldn’t just be him that thought birds in uniforms were Phwoah.
When she came out he kissed her and they walked across to the Bull and he was pleased to note that Sharon was still wearing her uniform and she looked great in the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap and seamed stockings.
But what made Sharon even sexier than the uniform was the fact that he knew what was underneath it and of course because he loved her.
They walked into the pub and he ordered drinks and they sat in a quiet corner and she talked about her tour of duty, at least as much as she could, and he just listened while she unloaded and when she reached a natural conclusion and she fell silent he asked.
“How long are you home for?”
“Until Tuesday” she replied and his heart sank
(Part 02)
Martyn and Sharon had already had a couple of drinks when he suggested another, but she declined.
“I’ll walk you home then” Martyn said
“Ok” she replied
He offered to walk her home out of gallantry but in truth she could have defended herself better than he could, her body being solid, firm and muscular.
About half a mile along the lane she suddenly turned left into the park
“This way” she said “it’s a short cut”
“Is it?” he replied doubtfully “I don’t think it is”
“Trust me I’m a soldier” she said and marched off at pace and by the time he caught up with her she was playing on the swings.
“Oh very grown up” he said as she propelled herself with great aplomb.
“You’re just jealous” she taunted him, so he just stood and watched her swing until she allowed her momentum to slow and then she leant back and with great athleticism swung her legs up and hooked her ankles around the chains like a trapeze artist.
This caused her skirt to fall away from her thighs so he walked towards her until he was positioned where he had the best view between her legs as she swung gently back and forth.
Although Martyn had a tantalising view he brought her to a stop by grabbing her ankles and then he ran his hands down the inside of her legs all the way down to her groin until his thumbs rested in the hollows at the top of her thighs which met with murmurs of approval from Sharon, who made no effort to escape, so he proceeded to find the waistband of her tights and yanked them off her firm arse along with her army issue knickers.
“I knew you still wanted me” she said, “I’m pleased to say I was right”
Having tugged her tights and drawers up around her knees he knelt on the ground with her pussy naked before him, so he gently pulled her lips apart with his thumbs and opened her and then he tongued the moist pink flesh inside and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound she repeated as he continued to work on her with his tongue until her back arched and the divine velvet purr turned into a course gravelly growl.
He lifted his head from her moist lips and thought it was time and Sharon growled again as he slipped inside her and he used the swing to slide her on and off of his cock, extracting dirty moans in the darkness with each penetration.
And as she reached the abyss, the chains were rattling and the mechanism was squeaking before Sharon let out a long loud sensual, erotic and downright dirty moan as her back arched again and the swing jerked and then so did he.
Sharon raised herself up as she unfurled her legs from the chains and as soon as she sat up straight she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
“Does this mean we’re back on?” she asked
“If you’ll have me” he suggested
“I’ll think about it” she replied
“Oh” he said
“I’ve thought about it” she said and Sharon kissed him again and then she stood up and pulled up her knickers and tights and when she had finished rearranging her underclothes she said
“Of course I’ll have you back, I never wanted it any other way” she said “because I’ve never stopped loving you”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (095) Guardian Angel
(Part 01)
Paul Freathy was 26 years old, single and lived alone in Dulcet St Mary.
He was a good man, very community spirited and did a lot of volunteer work.
Most of which was either directly or indirectly church related, soup kitchen, St Mary’s charity shop and the Roving Angels.
The Roving Angels had been in existence for about two years and was similar to the Street Angels, Street Pastors and other groups that had sprung up all across the UK in the previous 10 or 20 years and he was asked to join when they started up in Finchbottom and being community spirited he did.
He left the house in his uniform, worn over several layers including Long John’s and inside the stout boots were two pairs of socks.
As it was forecast to be minus 6 wind chill that night I was going to need every stitch to keep warm so he donned a woollen hat, scarf and gloves.
The Roving Angels had made a really positive impact on crime and antisocial behaviour in Finchbottom town centre over their first two years particularly in the general vicinity of the bars and clubs.
They provide a calming presence on the streets late at night in situations where a police uniform might have the opposite effect.
In the two years since they began in the town, Roving Angels had contributed to a 29% fall in public place violence on the weekends.
It was a bitterly cold night at the beginning of a long shift starting at 10pm and possibly finishing as late as 4am when it would probably be even colder.
It was an uneventful patrol which saw his partner Owen taking the lead with him carrying the back pack full of Flip flops, lollipops, space blankets and the first aid kit.
So after the first uneventful hour there was an hour of coffee and chat in the council building then out again at midnight until one.
This also proved to be rather uneventful in fact Owen said he had never known it so quiet, they concluded it must be the low temperature as nobody was hanging around.
On their last lap around the town centre they did come upon a group of girls who had just spilled out of one bar and were negotiating with the bouncers to get in another one and on the periphery of the group was a face he recognised.
“Hello Paul” Samantha Dornan said a little tipsy
“Hello Sam” he replied
Sam Dornan was a couple of years younger than him, slim five foot four with long brown hair and hazel eyes, and his ex-girlfriend, his first girlfriend in fact.
And when he was 18 he took her virginity and she took his.
He really loved her but while he was away at University they drifted apart which he had always regretted because he still loved her.
It was when she spoke to him that he noticed a small group of lads lurking in the shadows.
“Are you on your own?” He asked, “Where’s Bella?”
Bella was her best friend.
She nodded in response to the first question and shrugged at the second, which he interpreted to mean they had had a falling out.
“You make sure you get a cab home,” he told her glancing at the group of lads
“Ok” she answered
“Have you got enough money?” he asked
“Yes Paul” she replied
“What’s it got to do with you?” a loud mouthed girl from the main group said
“Creepy bastard”
“That’s enough of that if you want to get in here,” the bouncer said and they all filed into the pub, Sam included, and then the group of lads emerged from the shadows and also entered the pub.
“You know her then” Owen said as they headed back to the office.
“Yes” he replied, “Sam Dornan, she lives in the next village from me, Dulcet Meadow”
“Tell me more” he persisted
“Ex-Girlfriend” he replied “The one that got away
(Part 02)
They were mightily relieved to get back inside at one o’clock, as they were frozen.
It took almost all the next hour to thaw out and he was not looking forward to another shift and he was very pleased when the Supervisor announced that they would be finishing at 3am, because it was so cold, made worse by wintry showers, no one was hanging around to cause trouble so his final patrol was deemed unnecessary.
With that news Owen and Paul said their farewells and headed out towards the car park.
They were parked within a few cars of each other and after a brief chat Owen got in his vehicle and had driven out of the car park before Paul had even started the engine.
Once the motor had warmed up a bit and hot air started to blow through the vents he got out and took off his coat and fleece.
He knew from the journey over, that once the heater got running full throttle it would be too hot with them on.
As luck would have it his route took him past the railway station and the taxi rank and as he reached the former he noticed Sam staggering towards the latter.
And more alarmingly just behind her was the small bunch of lads he had seen earlier.
He pulled up just ahead of her and wound down the window.
“Do you want a lift?” he called
“I’ve got taxi fare,” she slurred
“Look” and she waved a ten-pound note at him.
“You’d better get in” he said
When she got in the car he noticed she was shivering so he reached over to the back seat and grabbed his fleece
“Put that around you” he suggested
“Ok” she said, “Oooh it’s still warm”
Then he gave her his coat and put it over her legs and lap and tucked it around her.
“No wonder you’re cold” he said “you’re legs are wet”
“I got caught in a shower” she shivered
When he looked up the young lads were just passing the car and they all stared in so he locked the doors.
On the journey out of Finchbottom he garnered from Samantha that she had indeed fallen out with Bella.
It was a typically trivial reason that caused the row, but she was supposed to be staying at Bella’s for the weekend but after the ruck Sam stormed out and went to see another friend, Julie, who had the bright idea of going into town.
However Julie then met her ex-boyfriend and abandoned Sam who then tagged along with the group of Julies friends that she didn’t really know.
It was then that she started crying, as luck would have it they were just approaching a lay-by so he turned into the lay-by to comfort Sam, and gave her a hug and calmed her down and as soon as he applied the hand brake she leapt into his arms.
“Oh Paul what am I going to do?” she sobbed, “I’ve been so stupid”
It took about 10 minutes to calm her down enough to establish that Bella wasn’t expecting her back that night.
He hoped they would sort things out because they had been friends since middle school.
He certainly couldn’t take her home in her drunken state, her mum would go ballistic and he would get the blame.
“You can sleep at mine” he said “in the spare room”
“It doesn’t have to be the spare room” she slurred and placed her hand on his lap.
“You can stop tha...” he began but she had passed out and her hand went limp.
(Part 03)
He pulled up on the drive and set about carrying the drunken Samantha into the house.
Not an easy task considering that she was barely seven stones, but it was dead weight.
In the end he chose the fireman’s lift technique, which was easiest once he got her out of the car, and he took her straight up the stairs and deposited her on the spare bed.
He left her there and went back downstairs to lock the car and secure the house before turning off the downstairs lights and going upstairs again where he found Samantha exactly where he had left her, so Paul then set about undressing her.
The coat and shoes came off easily enough but everything else was anything but.
Of all the times he had stripped her naked when they were dating he had never struggled so much to undress her.
It was much more difficult than he could ever have imagined, he couldn’t leave her like that though because her clothes were wet.
So he persevered and when he was tugging her tights off he nearly pulled her straight off the bed with them.
Eventually after what seemed an eternity he had her down to her underwear.
Her knickers had ridden up a bit and were so high that she had a camel toe and her bra was all askew so she had one tit in and one tit out.
So he made the minor adjustments required and threw a duvet over her and got in his own bed and went out like a light the moment his head hit the pillow.
It was just after eight when he awakened when Sam crawled into bed next to him fully dressed and cuddled up close.
“I’m sorry” she whispered
“What for?” he asked
“For being a drunken bum.” she said “and embarrassing myself”
“As long as you’ve learned a lesson,” he said sagely
“Am I forgiven then?” she asked
“Of course” he replied “but what about Bella?”
“I phoned her already and I’m off to see her now to make things up”
Then she kissed him and crawled out of bed again and she was gone and he went back to sleep.
He had a lovely restful sleep, and he was dreaming about Sandra Bullock in her younger form riding on him and it felt so good.
It was a lovely dream and it was so vivid that he imagined he could feel her wetness sliding up and down on his shaft but when he opened his eyes, Samantha was riding him instead.
Completely naked wearing nothing but a smile, Sam was gripping the headboard and looking down on him with a lustily smug expression on her face.
he slid his hands up her thighs and onto her tight firm buttocks and as her plump breasts hovered above his face he reached his lips up towards her dark pink nipples but as she was pumping on him like a piston her tits jiggled uncontrollably and he couldn’t catch his target so he had to abandon his efforts as she continued to ride him like a rodeo cowgirl thrashing about and moaning like a wild beast before she screamed out in orgasm and she collapsed on top of him.
“Was that just a “thank you” or are we back together” he asked
“Both” she panted
“Good answer” he said
“I’ve missed you” Sam said and kissed his neck
“I’ve missed you too” he replied and they slept where they had come to rest.
Paul Freathy was 26 years old, single and lived alone in Dulcet St Mary.
He was a good man, very community spirited and did a lot of volunteer work.
Most of which was either directly or indirectly church related, soup kitchen, St Mary’s charity shop and the Roving Angels.
The Roving Angels had been in existence for about two years and was similar to the Street Angels, Street Pastors and other groups that had sprung up all across the UK in the previous 10 or 20 years and he was asked to join when they started up in Finchbottom and being community spirited he did.
He left the house in his uniform, worn over several layers including Long John’s and inside the stout boots were two pairs of socks.
As it was forecast to be minus 6 wind chill that night I was going to need every stitch to keep warm so he donned a woollen hat, scarf and gloves.
The Roving Angels had made a really positive impact on crime and antisocial behaviour in Finchbottom town centre over their first two years particularly in the general vicinity of the bars and clubs.
They provide a calming presence on the streets late at night in situations where a police uniform might have the opposite effect.
In the two years since they began in the town, Roving Angels had contributed to a 29% fall in public place violence on the weekends.
It was a bitterly cold night at the beginning of a long shift starting at 10pm and possibly finishing as late as 4am when it would probably be even colder.
It was an uneventful patrol which saw his partner Owen taking the lead with him carrying the back pack full of Flip flops, lollipops, space blankets and the first aid kit.
So after the first uneventful hour there was an hour of coffee and chat in the council building then out again at midnight until one.
This also proved to be rather uneventful in fact Owen said he had never known it so quiet, they concluded it must be the low temperature as nobody was hanging around.
On their last lap around the town centre they did come upon a group of girls who had just spilled out of one bar and were negotiating with the bouncers to get in another one and on the periphery of the group was a face he recognised.
“Hello Paul” Samantha Dornan said a little tipsy
“Hello Sam” he replied
Sam Dornan was a couple of years younger than him, slim five foot four with long brown hair and hazel eyes, and his ex-girlfriend, his first girlfriend in fact.
And when he was 18 he took her virginity and she took his.
He really loved her but while he was away at University they drifted apart which he had always regretted because he still loved her.
It was when she spoke to him that he noticed a small group of lads lurking in the shadows.
“Are you on your own?” He asked, “Where’s Bella?”
Bella was her best friend.
She nodded in response to the first question and shrugged at the second, which he interpreted to mean they had had a falling out.
“You make sure you get a cab home,” he told her glancing at the group of lads
“Ok” she answered
“Have you got enough money?” he asked
“Yes Paul” she replied
“What’s it got to do with you?” a loud mouthed girl from the main group said
“Creepy bastard”
“That’s enough of that if you want to get in here,” the bouncer said and they all filed into the pub, Sam included, and then the group of lads emerged from the shadows and also entered the pub.
“You know her then” Owen said as they headed back to the office.
“Yes” he replied, “Sam Dornan, she lives in the next village from me, Dulcet Meadow”
“Tell me more” he persisted
“Ex-Girlfriend” he replied “The one that got away
(Part 02)
They were mightily relieved to get back inside at one o’clock, as they were frozen.
It took almost all the next hour to thaw out and he was not looking forward to another shift and he was very pleased when the Supervisor announced that they would be finishing at 3am, because it was so cold, made worse by wintry showers, no one was hanging around to cause trouble so his final patrol was deemed unnecessary.
With that news Owen and Paul said their farewells and headed out towards the car park.
They were parked within a few cars of each other and after a brief chat Owen got in his vehicle and had driven out of the car park before Paul had even started the engine.
Once the motor had warmed up a bit and hot air started to blow through the vents he got out and took off his coat and fleece.
He knew from the journey over, that once the heater got running full throttle it would be too hot with them on.
As luck would have it his route took him past the railway station and the taxi rank and as he reached the former he noticed Sam staggering towards the latter.
And more alarmingly just behind her was the small bunch of lads he had seen earlier.
He pulled up just ahead of her and wound down the window.
“Do you want a lift?” he called
“I’ve got taxi fare,” she slurred
“Look” and she waved a ten-pound note at him.
“You’d better get in” he said
When she got in the car he noticed she was shivering so he reached over to the back seat and grabbed his fleece
“Put that around you” he suggested
“Ok” she said, “Oooh it’s still warm”
Then he gave her his coat and put it over her legs and lap and tucked it around her.
“No wonder you’re cold” he said “you’re legs are wet”
“I got caught in a shower” she shivered
When he looked up the young lads were just passing the car and they all stared in so he locked the doors.
On the journey out of Finchbottom he garnered from Samantha that she had indeed fallen out with Bella.
It was a typically trivial reason that caused the row, but she was supposed to be staying at Bella’s for the weekend but after the ruck Sam stormed out and went to see another friend, Julie, who had the bright idea of going into town.
However Julie then met her ex-boyfriend and abandoned Sam who then tagged along with the group of Julies friends that she didn’t really know.
It was then that she started crying, as luck would have it they were just approaching a lay-by so he turned into the lay-by to comfort Sam, and gave her a hug and calmed her down and as soon as he applied the hand brake she leapt into his arms.
“Oh Paul what am I going to do?” she sobbed, “I’ve been so stupid”
It took about 10 minutes to calm her down enough to establish that Bella wasn’t expecting her back that night.
He hoped they would sort things out because they had been friends since middle school.
He certainly couldn’t take her home in her drunken state, her mum would go ballistic and he would get the blame.
“You can sleep at mine” he said “in the spare room”
“It doesn’t have to be the spare room” she slurred and placed her hand on his lap.
“You can stop tha...” he began but she had passed out and her hand went limp.
(Part 03)
He pulled up on the drive and set about carrying the drunken Samantha into the house.
Not an easy task considering that she was barely seven stones, but it was dead weight.
In the end he chose the fireman’s lift technique, which was easiest once he got her out of the car, and he took her straight up the stairs and deposited her on the spare bed.
He left her there and went back downstairs to lock the car and secure the house before turning off the downstairs lights and going upstairs again where he found Samantha exactly where he had left her, so Paul then set about undressing her.
The coat and shoes came off easily enough but everything else was anything but.
Of all the times he had stripped her naked when they were dating he had never struggled so much to undress her.
It was much more difficult than he could ever have imagined, he couldn’t leave her like that though because her clothes were wet.
So he persevered and when he was tugging her tights off he nearly pulled her straight off the bed with them.
Eventually after what seemed an eternity he had her down to her underwear.
Her knickers had ridden up a bit and were so high that she had a camel toe and her bra was all askew so she had one tit in and one tit out.
So he made the minor adjustments required and threw a duvet over her and got in his own bed and went out like a light the moment his head hit the pillow.
It was just after eight when he awakened when Sam crawled into bed next to him fully dressed and cuddled up close.
“I’m sorry” she whispered
“What for?” he asked
“For being a drunken bum.” she said “and embarrassing myself”
“As long as you’ve learned a lesson,” he said sagely
“Am I forgiven then?” she asked
“Of course” he replied “but what about Bella?”
“I phoned her already and I’m off to see her now to make things up”
Then she kissed him and crawled out of bed again and she was gone and he went back to sleep.
He had a lovely restful sleep, and he was dreaming about Sandra Bullock in her younger form riding on him and it felt so good.
It was a lovely dream and it was so vivid that he imagined he could feel her wetness sliding up and down on his shaft but when he opened his eyes, Samantha was riding him instead.
Completely naked wearing nothing but a smile, Sam was gripping the headboard and looking down on him with a lustily smug expression on her face.
he slid his hands up her thighs and onto her tight firm buttocks and as her plump breasts hovered above his face he reached his lips up towards her dark pink nipples but as she was pumping on him like a piston her tits jiggled uncontrollably and he couldn’t catch his target so he had to abandon his efforts as she continued to ride him like a rodeo cowgirl thrashing about and moaning like a wild beast before she screamed out in orgasm and she collapsed on top of him.
“Was that just a “thank you” or are we back together” he asked
“Both” she panted
“Good answer” he said
“I’ve missed you” Sam said and kissed his neck
“I’ve missed you too” he replied and they slept where they had come to rest.
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