(Part 01)
Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.
He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.
His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.
The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.
And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.
And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.
After he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, which happened to be the week before Easter and there were quarterly reports to be completed and as it was his first quarterly report he spent disproportionately longer in Celeste’s office than was normal.
Which he didn’t mind as it gave him additional ogling time.
Come the day before Good Friday however they worked late into the evening and he had an ache deep in his balls.
By 7.30 Dr Poppy had left for the day and there were just the two of them, although Linda was due back around then.
But until she was, they were alone and Celeste went and made them drinks to spur them on to the end.
Celeste returned after about twenty minutes with the drinks and Nigel gave her a good appraising look as she walked in, as had become his habit.
But she was moving differently than normal and then when she leant down to hand him his drinks and he looked inside her blouse her magnificent breasts were missing their usual lacy fringe.
Celeste then sat with her bum perched on the desk in front of him and sipped her tea and he thoroughly scrutinised her from head to toe.
“Do you mind me asking you a personal question Celeste?”
“It depends what it is?”
“It’s very personal” he said
“Ask away”
“Are you wearing any underwear?” Nigel asked
“That would be telling wouldn’t it” she said
“Well clearly Linda is in for treat when she gets back” he said
“It’s no treat for her, she’s seen it all before”
“So are you or not?” he persisted
“Why don’t find out for yourself” Celeste said and sipped her tea
Nigel put his coffee down on the table and inched forward until he perched on the edge of his seat and put his hands on her knees.
Nigel’s hands then progressed slowly up the sheer sensual surface of her stockings, he was sure they were stockings, he hoped they were.
As his hands pushed slowly upwards so did the tweed skirt, and still she sipped her tea.
(Part 02)
As his hands pushed slowly upwards so did the tweed skirt, and then Nigel felt her stocking tops and the naked thigh beyond and then his hands reached the zenith of her long legs and his thumbs brushed against her pubic hair and she let out the briefest gasp and put her tea cup down, and after a slight adjustment in his position, his fingers slipped un restricted into the creamy wetness between her lips and she exclaimed a loud murmur of pleasure.
He watched Celeste as he frigged her, her eyes were closed and her hands now gripped the edge of the desk as he worked her to a climax.
Nigel stood up and kissed her hot wet mouth as he unbuttoned, first her jacket and then her blouse and slipped his hands inside and roughly groped at her huge tits until he unceremoniously spun her around and bent her over her desk.
She was breathing hard in anticipation and looked over her shoulder at him as she rested on her elbows and pleaded with her eyes for him to take her soon.
Firstly he dropped his trousers, then he lifted her skirt to expose her round buttocks and gripping her hips he fulfilled a desire that had been building in him over the previous three months when he penetrated her over her desk and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction and then he took hold of her great pendulous tits and cupped them as he skewered her creamy pussy.
Things were progressing well, he kept pounding and she kept moaning in happy receipt of him and Nigel was just delivering the grunting juddering coup de gras as the door was flung open and Linda appeared.
But there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him exploding inside Celeste or to stop her wanting him to do it for that matter, so he didn’t disappoint her.
“I don’t fucking believe it” Linda said holding the door handle as she stared at Dr Hanley’s spent and disgraced body slumped over her desk with a smug look on her face
“How could you?” Linda said just as Nigel withdrew from Celeste’s juicy quim and then slammed the door.
He sat on the desk next to the sighing heap that was Dr Celeste Hanley and slapped her buttock
“I think she’s miffed” he said
“Miffed, I’ll say I’m miffed” she said and stared at his semi hard tool still wet from the juicy doctor’s cunny.
“I’m very bloody miffed, and you’re standing there wearing my girlfriend on your cock”
“Ah” he said and then she knelt down and started removing Celeste from him.
“Oh my word this has turned out to be a surprising day” he said
Celeste got to her feet and giggled when she saw Linda sucking him and then she cuddled up to Nigel and kissed him as they both caressed the back of her head as she sucked his cock.
“Linda had a boyfriend when we got together and I made her give him up because I wanted her all to myself” Celeste explained “but I couldn’t resist trying your cock and now she wants it as well”
“Ok then but I want you to get undressed” he said “everything except your stockings and shoes”
“Yeshh” Linda agreed
“Just concentrate on what you’re doing nurse” he said but she kept throwing a sideways glance in Celeste’s direction as she undressed.
And when she was standing next to him wearing only her stocking and shoes he prized his cock from Linda’s eager lips and said
“Now undress Linda”
And while the huge breasted Doctor undressed the skinny blonde nurse he undressed himself and thought
“I think it’s going to be a very long night”
Wednesday, 31 May 2017
Tuesday, 30 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (120) Feeling Alive
(Part 01)
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 sometimes they had to create opportunities for example the day of Derek Bronson’s funeral.
The Bronson’s were Antonia’s next door neighbour’s and Daphne was one of her closest friends and obviously on the day of the funeral she was in pieces and she leant heavily on Toni.
Antonia’s mum stayed in her house and looked after her children and
Daphne’s mother looked after the Bronson children and Antonia looked after her in her house.
The warm weather of the that spring was still in evidence on the day of the funeral and during the wake Daphne completely broke down and so Antonia had her taken home and the doctor was called.
Dr Andrews came downstairs carrying her bag and said
“I’ve given her a sedative” she said “So she’ll sleep until morning”
“Thanks doctor” Toni said and as she closed the door behind her she smiled and got her phone from her pocket and typed a message.
Paul Galasso was still at the wake and talking to some friends when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket so he discreetly excused himself and read the message.
“Come now!!!”
He discreetly slipped away from the funeral and headed towards the Vicarage and then he turned down the lane by the church, which led to the path that crossed the golf course and from there he traversed the course until he reached the back of Antonia’s house and then he remembered he wanted the house next door and went in the back gate and ran across the lawn and tapped on the door.
When the door opened the elegant figure of Antonia stood before him.
“Hello Paul” She said brightly then pretended to be solemn with a half-smile.
“You called madam” he asked
“What kept you” she retorted
“I had a call from a horny middle aged woman who didn’t leave a name” he said “I tried the pretty ones first”
“You cheeky git” she said “if I wasn’t so horny I’d send you on your way”
(Part 02)
“What kept you” she retorted
“I had a call from a horny middle aged woman who didn’t leave a name” he said “I tried the pretty ones first”
“You cheeky git” she said “if I wasn’t so horny I’d send you on your way”
She was giggling as he took her in his arms, and when she stopped laughing he became aware of her hot breath on his neck, and her arms tighten around him and she began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath panting on his skin.
Which was when the beast in his pants stirred until it was bulging in his trousers and Antonia was rubbing her pelvis against it.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands had slipped inside his jacket and began to caress up and down his back and her nuzzles turned to kisses before tonguing and licking his ear.
He reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his.
Her lips were soft, her mouth was hot and her tongue was energetic.
Antonia’s hands began to claw at his shirt dragging it free of his waistband then with great urgency her hands were on his naked flesh and her nails were clawing his back.
She was half perched on the table in front of him as she discarded his jacket and her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons and with the task complete she virtually ripped the shirt from his back.
Pulling herself to her feet those eager trembling hands were on his flesh again and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
Paul had one hand on the zip of her dress and tugged it down without ceremony while his other hand pulled the dress off her shoulder, reluctantly she released her grip on his torso long enough to allow her to wriggle her arms free of the sleeves and then the dress fell to the floor, her hands then quickly returned to their previous task.
Her kissing became more intense as he turned his attention to her tits caressing them through the black lace then he pushed Antonia backwards against the table and she stepped out of the dress lying on the floor where it fell.
Paul stopped playing with her tits and her stiffening nipples and moved his hand to the top of her stocking with his palm pressed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh, pausing briefly before moving inside the silk of her panties.
His fingers dwelled amidst her coarse bush, then Antonia snorted though her nose as he slipped his fingers between her lips and immersed them in her juicy cunny.
She couldn’t maintain the kiss any longer after that and her breaths became deep and erratic and he pushed her back on the table and continued fingering her wet quim until her cream oozed between his fingers.
She was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, and she was biting her lip and pulling her hair.
(Part 03)
Antonia wriggled beneath his hand and moaned coarsely like a whore and her hands gripped the edges of the desk until her knuckles whitened until she was panting out coarse breaths and then in a delicious rasping moan she came.
He reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the silk drawers off her buttocks and down her thighs, then she obliged him by drawing up her knees for him to pull her pants off over her shoes.
Paul hurriedly undid his trousers and bared his throbbing cock and she spread her legs wide to receive him, her gorgeous bush on full display as he thrust into her grateful pussy.
His hands slid down her outer thighs until he had hold of her hips and her buttock slapped the top of the desk as he pumped on her and she let out a low animal growl, which excited him very much.
Paul was really warming to his task when she suddenly drew up her legs and planted the leather soul of her shoe on his chest and kicked him backwards until he fell on the floor.
He thought that if she had had a change of heart all she had to say was stop he could have understood that but no she had to kick him.
He looked up and saw the now laughing Antonia rising up off the table and to his surprise she joined him on the rug before climbing aboard and impaling her wetness on him.
“I thought you’d changed your mind” he said as his hands grabbed her arse
“No chance” she panted as she undid her bra and her beautiful tits hovered in front of his face.
He suckled one aroused nipple as she rose and fell on him.
And with each successive length she took from him she exhaled a low animal grunt and with his hands on her buttocks she persevered and maintained her sensual rhythm until moaning and panting they reached crescendo and Antonia’s whole body seemed to be in spasm as she cried out in orgasm.
She fell forward and climbed off him to lay beside him on the rug puffing and wheezing as Paul just lay there panting.
“God that was good” she said
“No, good doesn’t come anywhere near to describing that” he said
“There’s nothing like great sex to make you feel alive” she said
After about ten minutes they got up weak legged and sat at the table and had a drink and then he began getting dressed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked disapprovingly
“Getting dressed” he replied
“Well you can stop that right away” she said
“Why?”
“Because I’m going upstairs to check on the widow and then when I return we’re going to put a nasty stain on her new sofa” she said and giggled.
Paul looked at her jiggling tits as she laughed while wearing only stocking and shoes
“Well I don’t think you should go dressed like that” he said
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 sometimes they had to create opportunities for example the day of Derek Bronson’s funeral.
The Bronson’s were Antonia’s next door neighbour’s and Daphne was one of her closest friends and obviously on the day of the funeral she was in pieces and she leant heavily on Toni.
Antonia’s mum stayed in her house and looked after her children and
Daphne’s mother looked after the Bronson children and Antonia looked after her in her house.
The warm weather of the that spring was still in evidence on the day of the funeral and during the wake Daphne completely broke down and so Antonia had her taken home and the doctor was called.
Dr Andrews came downstairs carrying her bag and said
“I’ve given her a sedative” she said “So she’ll sleep until morning”
“Thanks doctor” Toni said and as she closed the door behind her she smiled and got her phone from her pocket and typed a message.
Paul Galasso was still at the wake and talking to some friends when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket so he discreetly excused himself and read the message.
“Come now!!!”
He discreetly slipped away from the funeral and headed towards the Vicarage and then he turned down the lane by the church, which led to the path that crossed the golf course and from there he traversed the course until he reached the back of Antonia’s house and then he remembered he wanted the house next door and went in the back gate and ran across the lawn and tapped on the door.
When the door opened the elegant figure of Antonia stood before him.
“Hello Paul” She said brightly then pretended to be solemn with a half-smile.
“You called madam” he asked
“What kept you” she retorted
“I had a call from a horny middle aged woman who didn’t leave a name” he said “I tried the pretty ones first”
“You cheeky git” she said “if I wasn’t so horny I’d send you on your way”
(Part 02)
“What kept you” she retorted
“I had a call from a horny middle aged woman who didn’t leave a name” he said “I tried the pretty ones first”
“You cheeky git” she said “if I wasn’t so horny I’d send you on your way”
She was giggling as he took her in his arms, and when she stopped laughing he became aware of her hot breath on his neck, and her arms tighten around him and she began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath panting on his skin.
Which was when the beast in his pants stirred until it was bulging in his trousers and Antonia was rubbing her pelvis against it.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands had slipped inside his jacket and began to caress up and down his back and her nuzzles turned to kisses before tonguing and licking his ear.
He reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his.
Her lips were soft, her mouth was hot and her tongue was energetic.
Antonia’s hands began to claw at his shirt dragging it free of his waistband then with great urgency her hands were on his naked flesh and her nails were clawing his back.
She was half perched on the table in front of him as she discarded his jacket and her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons and with the task complete she virtually ripped the shirt from his back.
Pulling herself to her feet those eager trembling hands were on his flesh again and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
Paul had one hand on the zip of her dress and tugged it down without ceremony while his other hand pulled the dress off her shoulder, reluctantly she released her grip on his torso long enough to allow her to wriggle her arms free of the sleeves and then the dress fell to the floor, her hands then quickly returned to their previous task.
Her kissing became more intense as he turned his attention to her tits caressing them through the black lace then he pushed Antonia backwards against the table and she stepped out of the dress lying on the floor where it fell.
Paul stopped playing with her tits and her stiffening nipples and moved his hand to the top of her stocking with his palm pressed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh, pausing briefly before moving inside the silk of her panties.
His fingers dwelled amidst her coarse bush, then Antonia snorted though her nose as he slipped his fingers between her lips and immersed them in her juicy cunny.
She couldn’t maintain the kiss any longer after that and her breaths became deep and erratic and he pushed her back on the table and continued fingering her wet quim until her cream oozed between his fingers.
She was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, and she was biting her lip and pulling her hair.
(Part 03)
Antonia wriggled beneath his hand and moaned coarsely like a whore and her hands gripped the edges of the desk until her knuckles whitened until she was panting out coarse breaths and then in a delicious rasping moan she came.
He reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the silk drawers off her buttocks and down her thighs, then she obliged him by drawing up her knees for him to pull her pants off over her shoes.
Paul hurriedly undid his trousers and bared his throbbing cock and she spread her legs wide to receive him, her gorgeous bush on full display as he thrust into her grateful pussy.
His hands slid down her outer thighs until he had hold of her hips and her buttock slapped the top of the desk as he pumped on her and she let out a low animal growl, which excited him very much.
Paul was really warming to his task when she suddenly drew up her legs and planted the leather soul of her shoe on his chest and kicked him backwards until he fell on the floor.
He thought that if she had had a change of heart all she had to say was stop he could have understood that but no she had to kick him.
He looked up and saw the now laughing Antonia rising up off the table and to his surprise she joined him on the rug before climbing aboard and impaling her wetness on him.
“I thought you’d changed your mind” he said as his hands grabbed her arse
“No chance” she panted as she undid her bra and her beautiful tits hovered in front of his face.
He suckled one aroused nipple as she rose and fell on him.
And with each successive length she took from him she exhaled a low animal grunt and with his hands on her buttocks she persevered and maintained her sensual rhythm until moaning and panting they reached crescendo and Antonia’s whole body seemed to be in spasm as she cried out in orgasm.
She fell forward and climbed off him to lay beside him on the rug puffing and wheezing as Paul just lay there panting.
“God that was good” she said
“No, good doesn’t come anywhere near to describing that” he said
“There’s nothing like great sex to make you feel alive” she said
After about ten minutes they got up weak legged and sat at the table and had a drink and then he began getting dressed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked disapprovingly
“Getting dressed” he replied
“Well you can stop that right away” she said
“Why?”
“Because I’m going upstairs to check on the widow and then when I return we’re going to put a nasty stain on her new sofa” she said and giggled.
Paul looked at her jiggling tits as she laughed while wearing only stocking and shoes
“Well I don’t think you should go dressed like that” he said
Choice Tales from the Vale – (119) The Green Baize 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.
As the week progressed they did it in the woods, on the assault course, in the disabled toilet, the showers, in a car on the Sharpington seafront, in a beach hut, under the pier and on a train.
But it was getting more difficult to find new places to do it but Sara had every confidence Gary would come up with another suitable venue.
But as the day wore on they were frustrated at every turn and all their tried and tested hotspots were unavailable to them.
They had a couple of near misses, once when he was giving her a cheeky finger under the table in the café when the waitress became suspicious of them and then later they were asked to leave the cinema when the usherette spotted him taking her knickers off.
So it was fairly late on in the evening when Gary said
“Come on sticky lips, get your best drawers on its Adventure time”
(Part 02)
After a very frustrating day of near misses had to wait until it was fairly late on in the evening when Gary said
“Come on sticky lips, get your best drawers on its Adventure time”
“Oh goody” she said “where are we going?”
“You’ll find out soon enough” he said
They left the signal box just after midnight when most people were turning in.
It was about half an hour later when they stood in the shadows between two buildings on the Maxlins Holiday camp.
When he had helped her through the toilet window he kissed her passionately.
“Are we going to do it here?” she asked failing to hide her disappointment.
“Well that wouldn’t be much of an adventure would it” he replied and then he opened the door and holding her hand they proceeded in to the darkness with Gary feeling his way along a corridor until he found the door he was looking for and pushed the handle down.
When they entered the room in was pitch black and it took a moment or two of fumbling in the darkness until Gary’s hand found the light switches, they were in one of the Maxlins billiard rooms.
First of all he switched them all on and then turned off the ones they didn’t need.
Then with the lights set at an acceptable level he took her by the hand and led her towards the green baize table.
Once there he dispensed with his coat and dropped it on the floor and Sara followed suit before he pulled her towards him and resumed the kiss.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue into his mouth and Sara’s arms immediately wrapped around him holding him tight and he put his hand on her hip and pulled her pelvis towards his now throbbing cock.
From her hip it joined its twin and began tugging her t-shirt out from her waistband then when they were touching her flesh they moved up her back and unhooked her bra.
Then both hands followed the path between her skin and her bra until they were cupping her breasts.
She sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipples.
Gary disengaged his mouth from hers and he quickly pulled her sweater and T-shirt off over her head.
Her bra was left dangling rather ineffectually and she disposed of it as he watched her tits jiggle she noticed him staring and feeling unnecessarily self-conscious she immediately tried to reattach her lips to his but he broke away again as he had other plans for his mouth.
Gary resumed his fondling of her breasts and playing with her swollen peaks as he started to kiss and nibble down her neck going on a journey down to her shoulder and chest until he found himself kneeling in front of her and her beautiful firm round tits which he took turns on kissing, licking and sucking.
Sara was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering his hair as he sucked her teat.
(Part 03)
Sara was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering his hair as he sucked her teat.
His hands were now on her arse kneading her pert cheeks and as they slid slowly yet purposely around her waist he sucked hard on her nipple making her wince and she withdrew her misshapen and swollen teat from his mouth and Gary thought he had hurt her but instead she thrust her other teat between his lips for similar treatment and he duly obliged her.
His hands meanwhile had reached their objective and he unbuttoned her jeans and tugged the zip sharply down.
They then slipped between the denim until they could touch the fabric of her panties before they eased the jeans off her buttocks and down her thighs, his hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until his fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and grasping the elastic firmly he tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs releasing them at her knees where her jeans resided.
Gary’s hands were quickly occupied with her naked arse and he stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly simultaneously edging her backward against the table.
Sara adjusted her feet as she shuffled back, at the same time kicking off her shoes and when her arse was touching the billiard table she managed to extricate one foot from her pants and jeans he then freed the other leg and began kissing her thighs and very soon he was rubbing his face in her ample public curls.
Manoeuvring her so she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while he knelt before her and he looked up and saw Sara was biting her lip and then she opened up wide for him to drink deeply of her sensuous juices until neither of them could wait a moment more.
He raised his head from his task, his face wet with her liquor and looked up and saw her gripping the edge of the table with one hand and playing with her nipple with the other.
He got to his feet and kissed her, her pungent bouquet was all around his mouth and when he stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as Gary’s hand slipped up her thigh she licked her lips.
Sara’s legs were spread wide and her petals open and she was moist and at the perfect height to receive him and she moaned appreciatively as he entered her quim and her legs wrapped around him and she crossed them at the ankles and pulled him all the way in.
They soon had a great rhythm going with Sara’s legs gripping him hard.
Gary was playing with her tits as he banged into her and relished her coarse appreciation.
But he knew he couldn’t hold off much longer, if he was not on the brink then he was very close.
And then in sublime bliss they reached that perfect point of climax when the adventurers both came together, when Sara’s orgasm became his finale and it was like a dam bursting.
(Part 04)
Gary knew he couldn’t hold off much longer, if he was not on the brink then he was very close.
And then in sublime bliss they reached that perfect point of climax when the adventurers both came together, when Sara’s orgasm became his finale and it was like a dam bursting.
Her legs relaxed a few minutes later and he pulled out of her and she let out a long sigh of satisfaction and Gary bent down and kissed her quivering belly and lay his face against it as she sighed again and he felt her muscles contract.
Sara lay on the snooker table panting and sighing for about ten minutes until a redressed Gary held out his hand and pulled her upright and scooped her up in his arms off the baize.
Gary smiled to himself when he noticed the wet patch on the billiard table.
“That’s going to leave a mark” he said and when Sara saw it she giggled
He kissed her tenderly and set her down on the floor.
“We’d better get going” he said but she only looked up at him and gave him a lecherous smile as she slid onto the floor between his legs
“We don’t need to go just yet” she said with a chuckle as then she undid his trousers, an action to which he offered no resistance as she undressed him, and when his trousers and pants had been cast aside Gary felt the moist spreading warmth along his shaft until her mouth completely engulfed him and looking down he saw Sara kneeling between his knees with his cock deep in her mouth.
“Oh Sara” he said to her as she went about her task with relish.
But as he was nearing the threshold he said
“That’s enough”
But she gave him one long slow suck before looking up at him with a broad smile then Sara stood up and pushed him backwards onto his arse and the moment his naked buttocks hit the leather she climbed onto his lap and guided his cock between her syrupy lips and Sara rode him until she collapsed in an orgasmic heap where for ten minutes she lay draped across him sighing with contentment.
After they were dressed they had a quick scout around to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything and when they were satisfied that the only evidence of their presence was a damp patch on the billiard table and something akin to a large snail trail on the leather sofa then they turned out the lights and left the way they had come in, and exited through the toilet window just as the dawn was breaking.
“Was that adventurous enough for you?” He asked
“Oh yes” she said “but I won’t be able to watch snooker again without getting horny”
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.
As the week progressed they did it in the woods, on the assault course, in the disabled toilet, the showers, in a car on the Sharpington seafront, in a beach hut, under the pier and on a train.
But it was getting more difficult to find new places to do it but Sara had every confidence Gary would come up with another suitable venue.
But as the day wore on they were frustrated at every turn and all their tried and tested hotspots were unavailable to them.
They had a couple of near misses, once when he was giving her a cheeky finger under the table in the café when the waitress became suspicious of them and then later they were asked to leave the cinema when the usherette spotted him taking her knickers off.
So it was fairly late on in the evening when Gary said
“Come on sticky lips, get your best drawers on its Adventure time”
(Part 02)
After a very frustrating day of near misses had to wait until it was fairly late on in the evening when Gary said
“Come on sticky lips, get your best drawers on its Adventure time”
“Oh goody” she said “where are we going?”
“You’ll find out soon enough” he said
They left the signal box just after midnight when most people were turning in.
It was about half an hour later when they stood in the shadows between two buildings on the Maxlins Holiday camp.
When he had helped her through the toilet window he kissed her passionately.
“Are we going to do it here?” she asked failing to hide her disappointment.
“Well that wouldn’t be much of an adventure would it” he replied and then he opened the door and holding her hand they proceeded in to the darkness with Gary feeling his way along a corridor until he found the door he was looking for and pushed the handle down.
When they entered the room in was pitch black and it took a moment or two of fumbling in the darkness until Gary’s hand found the light switches, they were in one of the Maxlins billiard rooms.
First of all he switched them all on and then turned off the ones they didn’t need.
Then with the lights set at an acceptable level he took her by the hand and led her towards the green baize table.
Once there he dispensed with his coat and dropped it on the floor and Sara followed suit before he pulled her towards him and resumed the kiss.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue into his mouth and Sara’s arms immediately wrapped around him holding him tight and he put his hand on her hip and pulled her pelvis towards his now throbbing cock.
From her hip it joined its twin and began tugging her t-shirt out from her waistband then when they were touching her flesh they moved up her back and unhooked her bra.
Then both hands followed the path between her skin and her bra until they were cupping her breasts.
She sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipples.
Gary disengaged his mouth from hers and he quickly pulled her sweater and T-shirt off over her head.
Her bra was left dangling rather ineffectually and she disposed of it as he watched her tits jiggle she noticed him staring and feeling unnecessarily self-conscious she immediately tried to reattach her lips to his but he broke away again as he had other plans for his mouth.
Gary resumed his fondling of her breasts and playing with her swollen peaks as he started to kiss and nibble down her neck going on a journey down to her shoulder and chest until he found himself kneeling in front of her and her beautiful firm round tits which he took turns on kissing, licking and sucking.
Sara was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering his hair as he sucked her teat.
(Part 03)
Sara was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering his hair as he sucked her teat.
His hands were now on her arse kneading her pert cheeks and as they slid slowly yet purposely around her waist he sucked hard on her nipple making her wince and she withdrew her misshapen and swollen teat from his mouth and Gary thought he had hurt her but instead she thrust her other teat between his lips for similar treatment and he duly obliged her.
His hands meanwhile had reached their objective and he unbuttoned her jeans and tugged the zip sharply down.
They then slipped between the denim until they could touch the fabric of her panties before they eased the jeans off her buttocks and down her thighs, his hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until his fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and grasping the elastic firmly he tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs releasing them at her knees where her jeans resided.
Gary’s hands were quickly occupied with her naked arse and he stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly simultaneously edging her backward against the table.
Sara adjusted her feet as she shuffled back, at the same time kicking off her shoes and when her arse was touching the billiard table she managed to extricate one foot from her pants and jeans he then freed the other leg and began kissing her thighs and very soon he was rubbing his face in her ample public curls.
Manoeuvring her so she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while he knelt before her and he looked up and saw Sara was biting her lip and then she opened up wide for him to drink deeply of her sensuous juices until neither of them could wait a moment more.
He raised his head from his task, his face wet with her liquor and looked up and saw her gripping the edge of the table with one hand and playing with her nipple with the other.
He got to his feet and kissed her, her pungent bouquet was all around his mouth and when he stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as Gary’s hand slipped up her thigh she licked her lips.
Sara’s legs were spread wide and her petals open and she was moist and at the perfect height to receive him and she moaned appreciatively as he entered her quim and her legs wrapped around him and she crossed them at the ankles and pulled him all the way in.
They soon had a great rhythm going with Sara’s legs gripping him hard.
Gary was playing with her tits as he banged into her and relished her coarse appreciation.
But he knew he couldn’t hold off much longer, if he was not on the brink then he was very close.
And then in sublime bliss they reached that perfect point of climax when the adventurers both came together, when Sara’s orgasm became his finale and it was like a dam bursting.
(Part 04)
Gary knew he couldn’t hold off much longer, if he was not on the brink then he was very close.
And then in sublime bliss they reached that perfect point of climax when the adventurers both came together, when Sara’s orgasm became his finale and it was like a dam bursting.
Her legs relaxed a few minutes later and he pulled out of her and she let out a long sigh of satisfaction and Gary bent down and kissed her quivering belly and lay his face against it as she sighed again and he felt her muscles contract.
Sara lay on the snooker table panting and sighing for about ten minutes until a redressed Gary held out his hand and pulled her upright and scooped her up in his arms off the baize.
Gary smiled to himself when he noticed the wet patch on the billiard table.
“That’s going to leave a mark” he said and when Sara saw it she giggled
He kissed her tenderly and set her down on the floor.
“We’d better get going” he said but she only looked up at him and gave him a lecherous smile as she slid onto the floor between his legs
“We don’t need to go just yet” she said with a chuckle as then she undid his trousers, an action to which he offered no resistance as she undressed him, and when his trousers and pants had been cast aside Gary felt the moist spreading warmth along his shaft until her mouth completely engulfed him and looking down he saw Sara kneeling between his knees with his cock deep in her mouth.
“Oh Sara” he said to her as she went about her task with relish.
But as he was nearing the threshold he said
“That’s enough”
But she gave him one long slow suck before looking up at him with a broad smile then Sara stood up and pushed him backwards onto his arse and the moment his naked buttocks hit the leather she climbed onto his lap and guided his cock between her syrupy lips and Sara rode him until she collapsed in an orgasmic heap where for ten minutes she lay draped across him sighing with contentment.
After they were dressed they had a quick scout around to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything and when they were satisfied that the only evidence of their presence was a damp patch on the billiard table and something akin to a large snail trail on the leather sofa then they turned out the lights and left the way they had come in, and exited through the toilet window just as the dawn was breaking.
“Was that adventurous enough for you?” He asked
“Oh yes” she said “but I won’t be able to watch snooker again without getting horny”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (118) Something about a Cellist
For Thomas Barnstone, there is something about a cellist that really turns him on, a female cellist obviously, in a low cut evening dress of emerald green velvet, with the great polished instrument between her long black clad legs.
He particularly likes the way the musicians long brunette hair dances across her naked shoulders and brushes her alabaster skin in frantic rhythm to her playing as she delivers her perfectly practised rendition to a largely disinterested audience while sitting in the lavish surroundings of a grand hotel lobby.
There is something about a cellist that really turns Thomas on, especially when it was a pale willowy figure of a girl called Deidre, purposefully thrashing out a piece by Elgar or perhaps playing some uplifting Vivaldi, maybe even some mesmeric Schubert or God forbid some music to slash your wrists courtesy of Mahler or Wagner, in truth the music itself really was unimportant.
And strictly speaking it’s isn’t even cellists that turn him on but there was something about Deidre that definitely does turn him on when she plays the cello.
But the important something about that particular cellist, that really turned Thomas Barnstone on, was when Deirdre performed for him in his luxury Finchbottom Apartment with the great polished instrument between her long black stocking clad legs, with her long brunette hair dancing across her naked shoulders and brushing her alabaster skin in frantic rhythm to her playing, as she delivers her perfectly practised rendition while she is completely naked.
He particularly likes the way the musicians long brunette hair dances across her naked shoulders and brushes her alabaster skin in frantic rhythm to her playing as she delivers her perfectly practised rendition to a largely disinterested audience while sitting in the lavish surroundings of a grand hotel lobby.
There is something about a cellist that really turns Thomas on, especially when it was a pale willowy figure of a girl called Deidre, purposefully thrashing out a piece by Elgar or perhaps playing some uplifting Vivaldi, maybe even some mesmeric Schubert or God forbid some music to slash your wrists courtesy of Mahler or Wagner, in truth the music itself really was unimportant.
And strictly speaking it’s isn’t even cellists that turn him on but there was something about Deidre that definitely does turn him on when she plays the cello.
But the important something about that particular cellist, that really turned Thomas Barnstone on, was when Deirdre performed for him in his luxury Finchbottom Apartment with the great polished instrument between her long black stocking clad legs, with her long brunette hair dancing across her naked shoulders and brushing her alabaster skin in frantic rhythm to her playing, as she delivers her perfectly practised rendition while she is completely naked.
Monday, 29 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (117) Ward Sisters
Kathryn Reed had just turned thirty and she was a nurse, but reaching her milestone birthday she realised she was in a bit of a rut.
She was single and had lived alone for four years since her last boyfriend Dave got his marching orders and although she enjoyed her job she thought she could be doing more.
She was a good nurse, quietly efficient, and very popular with staff and patients alike.
Kath was tall and slim, she was also pretty but with her yellow hair scraped back into a bun and her half-moon glasses perched on her nose she looked a bit severe and her flat hospital shoes did nothing for her long slender legs.
She was attending to a patient called Christine Gallaher, who had been in for some minor surgery and she was just doing her final checks so she could be discharged and she took her time because she liked Christine, the patients she didn’t like she wasted no time with.
They chatted as she went about her business and updated her chart, then she took her temperature, pulse and finally her blood pressure Kath was just attending to the cuff around her arm and Christine’s fingertips began rubbing Kath gently through her uniform and it took her breath away.
There were no screens up around the bed so it was in full view of the ward and the staff and patients coming and going, and it was so exciting.
Christine was lying on the bed smiling at the effect she was having on the lovely nurse she had been fantasying about for two days and Kath was so turned on she was unable to complete a simple task that she had performed a thousand time.
She let go of the cuff and braced herself against the wall with one hand which encouraged Christine to touch her beneath her uniform.
At first Kath thought it was a step to far but as Chris’s hand crept ever higher up her thigh she relented and adjusted her stance and opened herself up to her intimate caress.
And all the while Christine was fingering he pretty nurse she was fingering herself until she made Kathryn cum.
It took several moments for Kath to compose herself and when she did she said
“That all seems to be fine Miss Gallaher”
“I’m glad” Christine replied smugly
“We should just get you to the toilet and make sure everything is working down below” Kath suggested
“Oh it’s working” she said
“Yes but I think you still really need a medical opinion” Kath insisted
She was single and had lived alone for four years since her last boyfriend Dave got his marching orders and although she enjoyed her job she thought she could be doing more.
She was a good nurse, quietly efficient, and very popular with staff and patients alike.
Kath was tall and slim, she was also pretty but with her yellow hair scraped back into a bun and her half-moon glasses perched on her nose she looked a bit severe and her flat hospital shoes did nothing for her long slender legs.
She was attending to a patient called Christine Gallaher, who had been in for some minor surgery and she was just doing her final checks so she could be discharged and she took her time because she liked Christine, the patients she didn’t like she wasted no time with.
They chatted as she went about her business and updated her chart, then she took her temperature, pulse and finally her blood pressure Kath was just attending to the cuff around her arm and Christine’s fingertips began rubbing Kath gently through her uniform and it took her breath away.
There were no screens up around the bed so it was in full view of the ward and the staff and patients coming and going, and it was so exciting.
Christine was lying on the bed smiling at the effect she was having on the lovely nurse she had been fantasying about for two days and Kath was so turned on she was unable to complete a simple task that she had performed a thousand time.
She let go of the cuff and braced herself against the wall with one hand which encouraged Christine to touch her beneath her uniform.
At first Kath thought it was a step to far but as Chris’s hand crept ever higher up her thigh she relented and adjusted her stance and opened herself up to her intimate caress.
And all the while Christine was fingering he pretty nurse she was fingering herself until she made Kathryn cum.
It took several moments for Kath to compose herself and when she did she said
“That all seems to be fine Miss Gallaher”
“I’m glad” Christine replied smugly
“We should just get you to the toilet and make sure everything is working down below” Kath suggested
“Oh it’s working” she said
“Yes but I think you still really need a medical opinion” Kath insisted
Choice Tales from the Vale – (116) French Cuisine
Jason Nelson was not looking forward to another boring business dinner the latest in a long line of such wasted evenings and at 35 years of age he was really looking for something more.
Something more than another fabulous restaurant for another expensive meal or as they say another “dining experience” at someone else’s expense.
He pulled up outside the latest restaurant, this time The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, a place of great renown.
But he still had a feeling of dread, despite the great venue, wonderful cuisine and the great ambience it was just more boring business talk, more boring company, basically more people who like him didn’t really want to be there.
But after the pre-dinner drinks, quelle surprise, out of the blue and quite unexpected, une jeune fille, and how pretty she was, la belle fille Florence Lafarge, the niece of the financial director from the Paris office, with huge brown eyes and long dark hair.
“Quelle jolie fillee” Jason thought
“Do you mind if she joins us?” her father asked
As if they would mind, a bunch of boring business men having dinner or a bunch of boring business men and a beautiful young woman.
No contest as far as Jason was concerned because he was besotted by the beautiful creature.
When the waiter came, the American next to him ordered a steak, well done
“And for you monsieur?” he asked Jason
“I’ll take her, any way she comes” he said in his head but when he looked across at Florence she was smiling as if she knew what impure thoughts filled his head about a girl 12 years younger than him.
“I’ll have the same” he said ordering something he didn’t want, to cover his embarrassment over his impure thoughts about what he did want.
His thoughts extended to every aspect of her, and what she would look like as he peeled through the layers
He wanted her to tantalise all his senses, sight, sound, smell, touch and taste,
His sight had already been fed but he wanted more, her sound was sweet and her accent seductive, her smell was exotic and intoxicating, and touch had been restricted to a hand shake and taste was yet unfulfilled.
But all through the meal knowing looks were exchanged and every time their eyes met he felt like a schoolboy again, and still he was convinced she could read his mind.
They laughed and joked and pretty much ignored the rest of the table, but all too soon the evening was over and everyone went their own way and Jason was deflated as he got into his taxi until he reached his Hotel and standing outside his room was a smiling Florence.
“How did you kno…” he began but she silenced him with her mouth and once inside his room he watched as she undressed for him peeling off the layers of silk, satin and lace, he smelt her perfumed scented skin, he felt her electrifying touch on his skin and his fingertips on hers, and then he tasted her like the fine delicacy that she was and then he heard her sweet voice in glorious orgasm.
And all their appetites had been greedily satisfied and then the gluttons slept off their overindulgence until next morning when they breakfasted on each other.
Something more than another fabulous restaurant for another expensive meal or as they say another “dining experience” at someone else’s expense.
He pulled up outside the latest restaurant, this time The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, a place of great renown.
But he still had a feeling of dread, despite the great venue, wonderful cuisine and the great ambience it was just more boring business talk, more boring company, basically more people who like him didn’t really want to be there.
But after the pre-dinner drinks, quelle surprise, out of the blue and quite unexpected, une jeune fille, and how pretty she was, la belle fille Florence Lafarge, the niece of the financial director from the Paris office, with huge brown eyes and long dark hair.
“Quelle jolie fillee” Jason thought
“Do you mind if she joins us?” her father asked
As if they would mind, a bunch of boring business men having dinner or a bunch of boring business men and a beautiful young woman.
No contest as far as Jason was concerned because he was besotted by the beautiful creature.
When the waiter came, the American next to him ordered a steak, well done
“And for you monsieur?” he asked Jason
“I’ll take her, any way she comes” he said in his head but when he looked across at Florence she was smiling as if she knew what impure thoughts filled his head about a girl 12 years younger than him.
“I’ll have the same” he said ordering something he didn’t want, to cover his embarrassment over his impure thoughts about what he did want.
His thoughts extended to every aspect of her, and what she would look like as he peeled through the layers
He wanted her to tantalise all his senses, sight, sound, smell, touch and taste,
His sight had already been fed but he wanted more, her sound was sweet and her accent seductive, her smell was exotic and intoxicating, and touch had been restricted to a hand shake and taste was yet unfulfilled.
But all through the meal knowing looks were exchanged and every time their eyes met he felt like a schoolboy again, and still he was convinced she could read his mind.
They laughed and joked and pretty much ignored the rest of the table, but all too soon the evening was over and everyone went their own way and Jason was deflated as he got into his taxi until he reached his Hotel and standing outside his room was a smiling Florence.
“How did you kno…” he began but she silenced him with her mouth and once inside his room he watched as she undressed for him peeling off the layers of silk, satin and lace, he smelt her perfumed scented skin, he felt her electrifying touch on his skin and his fingertips on hers, and then he tasted her like the fine delicacy that she was and then he heard her sweet voice in glorious orgasm.
And all their appetites had been greedily satisfied and then the gluttons slept off their overindulgence until next morning when they breakfasted on each other.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (115) Warming Poppy
(Part 01)
Colin Weeks was a farmer up at Woodside Farm between Sharping St Mary and Purplemere although to all intents and purposes it was no longer a farm because Colin weeks kept horses.
After he and his sister inherited the farm from their father they rented out the majority of the surrounding land to neighbouring farms which gave them a reasonable income and allowed them to indulge their passion, which was horses.
It wasn’t a big yard but it was a busy one as his older sister Lucy operated a riding school from the farm.
Colin was 25 years old and his life revolved around the farm and he rarely ventured into the real world.
He had everything he needed at Woodside and what he didn’t have he could order on the internet, well almost.
He had three permanent staff plus a number of after schoolers who helped out with grooming and mucking out, but the hardest worker he had by far was Poppy Garvey who was also in possession of his heart.
However since the day they made love in his study he had hoped things would have progressed between them but instead he got the feeling she was pulling back so he had to try and make more of an impression on her and one day as a sharp wind blew across the yard he had an idea, so he went on the internet.
A week had passed since they made love when the postman delivered a parcel, it was after he had spent two long hours at his desk and he walked into the kitchen and saw the parcel on the kitchen table.
He knew exactly what it was but he opened it anyway and its contents were as expected.
So he looked out through the window and he could see Poppy walking across the yard so he opened the door and called out
“Hey Poppy”
She turned around and smiled
“Morning Colin” she called and carried on walking
“Come inside a minute, I’ve got something for you”
“Ok” she replied “just for a minute though”
After a few minutes she came into the kitchen and stood on the doormat.
“I haven’t seen you for a few days” he said
“I know it’s been really busy” Poppy said not meeting his gaze
“There’s something for you in the box” he said, pointing at the box in question, and then he put the kettle on
“For me?” she asked surprised
“Yes”
“What is it?” Poppy asked
“Well, just have a look and you’ll find out” he said
So she stooped down and untied her boots and then slipped them off before walking to the table.
She delved into the box with a puzzled expression and then a broad grin came over her face.
“Wow” she said excitedly holding up her thermals “that’s just what I need, it’s really cold out there”
“They’re not very sexy” Colin said
“Not like your big blue knickers anyway” he added and Poppy blushed
(Part 02)
“Wow” she said excitedly holding up her thermals “that’s just what I need, it’s really cold out there”
“They’re not very sexy” Colin said
“Not like your big blue knickers anyway” he added and Poppy blushed
“They’re perfect” she said offering the combinations up to herself.
“Thanks Colin, can I put them on now?” she asked with great excitement
“Of course you can hon” he said, “you know where to go, I’ll make a drink”
So she quickly shed her coat and rushed off clutching the long underwear to her chest like they were something precious.
Colin picked up her coat and hung it on the back of a chair and then made the drink.
He was sitting at the table drinking his when the kitchen door opened slightly and Poppy’s head appeared.
“Ok?” he queried
Poppy nodded, then the door opened fully and she stepped into the kitchen wearing the blue thermal combinations and began strutting around like she was on the catwalk.
He wasn’t expecting a floor show, he thought she would try them on and then put everything else on over the top but hey who was he to complain.
“Well I was wrong about them not being sexy,” Colin said and Poppy blushed again and giggled
“How do they feel?” he asked
“Fab” she replied “they’re all fleecy inside”
She was clearly very pleased with them and would have gone outside in them had he suggested it.
“Come and sit down,” Colin said as he stood up and offered his seat
“I’m too excited to sit down,” she said
“Calm down girl it’s only winter underwear” He said to himself but he thought her reaction to it was really sweet.
He put a hand on each shoulder and tried to steer her into his seat.
“Wow they are soft aren’t they?”
“They’re even softer inside” she said and then she pulled his hands off her shoulders and down to her breasts
“Softer than these”
Taking advantage of the situation was not his intention when he asked her to come in, it really was just to give her the thermal underwear, not even when she appeared in the kitchen in her thermals did he intend anything, he was trying to win her heart, not get inside her clothes, Colin hadn’t for a second, thought it was going to affect her that way.
It wasn’t as if he had just given her sexy lingerie, it was a union suit as the Americans call them, real passion killers.
But judging by the stiffness of her protruding nipples beneath his palms this indicated to him that she was clearly turned on and that in turn caused his own stiffness.
(Part 03)
It wasn’t as if he had just given her sexy lingerie, it was a union suit as the Americans call them, real passion killers.
But judging by the stiffness of her protruding nipples beneath his palms this indicated to him that she was clearly turned on and that in turn caused his own stiffness.
He should have stopped there but as he was turned on as well by then so he massaged her breasts though the fleecy fabric and she responded by turning to kiss him and rubbing her bum cheeks against the growing lump in his trousers.
He relinquished one plump breast briefly while his fingers sought out the zip but she stopped him.
At first he thought she had called a halt because he was taking it too far, but that was not the reason Poppy stopped him.
And it became obvious to him that Poppy had come to the boil very quickly rendering any protracted foreplay redundant as she bent herself over the kitchen table.
Colin briefly caressed her fleecy covered buttocks and open the trap door to gain access to her nonny, and he could see her lips were slightly parted so he probed her with his forefinger and found her to be lusciously lubricated, but he carried on regardless and made her wetter.
His cock slipped between her dewy lips and Poppy responded with a low animal grunt and then her hands gripped the edge of the table as she braced herself to receive the next length which was also greeted with a grunt and as the frequency of his strokes increased so did the tone of her articulations.
The table was rocking and coffee had begun slopping out of the mugs as the act became more energetic until at the point of ejaculation she let out a scream and collapsed panting on the table beside a puddle of coffee.
As he pulled out of her and tucked his old chap away he thought how sometimes things do not go to plan, thankfully there was no risk of anyone catching them at it, which was one of his great fears.
But in his defense when he bought Poppy the underwear it really was as an act of kindness and not with any expectation that he was going to nail her up the trap door over the kitchen table.
“I thought you were avoiding me” he said when she was fully dressed for the outdoors and carrying her second pair of combies in a carrier bag.
“I was, I am” she said and giggled
“But why?”
“Because you’re my boss” she said
“I want to be more” Colin said and then she gave him a very passionate kiss.
“I want to be sure, that you’re sure” she said “Before I ruin everything”
Poppy kissed him again and went back out to the yard.
Colin Weeks was a farmer up at Woodside Farm between Sharping St Mary and Purplemere although to all intents and purposes it was no longer a farm because Colin weeks kept horses.
After he and his sister inherited the farm from their father they rented out the majority of the surrounding land to neighbouring farms which gave them a reasonable income and allowed them to indulge their passion, which was horses.
It wasn’t a big yard but it was a busy one as his older sister Lucy operated a riding school from the farm.
Colin was 25 years old and his life revolved around the farm and he rarely ventured into the real world.
He had everything he needed at Woodside and what he didn’t have he could order on the internet, well almost.
He had three permanent staff plus a number of after schoolers who helped out with grooming and mucking out, but the hardest worker he had by far was Poppy Garvey who was also in possession of his heart.
However since the day they made love in his study he had hoped things would have progressed between them but instead he got the feeling she was pulling back so he had to try and make more of an impression on her and one day as a sharp wind blew across the yard he had an idea, so he went on the internet.
A week had passed since they made love when the postman delivered a parcel, it was after he had spent two long hours at his desk and he walked into the kitchen and saw the parcel on the kitchen table.
He knew exactly what it was but he opened it anyway and its contents were as expected.
So he looked out through the window and he could see Poppy walking across the yard so he opened the door and called out
“Hey Poppy”
She turned around and smiled
“Morning Colin” she called and carried on walking
“Come inside a minute, I’ve got something for you”
“Ok” she replied “just for a minute though”
After a few minutes she came into the kitchen and stood on the doormat.
“I haven’t seen you for a few days” he said
“I know it’s been really busy” Poppy said not meeting his gaze
“There’s something for you in the box” he said, pointing at the box in question, and then he put the kettle on
“For me?” she asked surprised
“Yes”
“What is it?” Poppy asked
“Well, just have a look and you’ll find out” he said
So she stooped down and untied her boots and then slipped them off before walking to the table.
She delved into the box with a puzzled expression and then a broad grin came over her face.
“Wow” she said excitedly holding up her thermals “that’s just what I need, it’s really cold out there”
“They’re not very sexy” Colin said
“Not like your big blue knickers anyway” he added and Poppy blushed
(Part 02)
“Wow” she said excitedly holding up her thermals “that’s just what I need, it’s really cold out there”
“They’re not very sexy” Colin said
“Not like your big blue knickers anyway” he added and Poppy blushed
“They’re perfect” she said offering the combinations up to herself.
“Thanks Colin, can I put them on now?” she asked with great excitement
“Of course you can hon” he said, “you know where to go, I’ll make a drink”
So she quickly shed her coat and rushed off clutching the long underwear to her chest like they were something precious.
Colin picked up her coat and hung it on the back of a chair and then made the drink.
He was sitting at the table drinking his when the kitchen door opened slightly and Poppy’s head appeared.
“Ok?” he queried
Poppy nodded, then the door opened fully and she stepped into the kitchen wearing the blue thermal combinations and began strutting around like she was on the catwalk.
He wasn’t expecting a floor show, he thought she would try them on and then put everything else on over the top but hey who was he to complain.
“Well I was wrong about them not being sexy,” Colin said and Poppy blushed again and giggled
“How do they feel?” he asked
“Fab” she replied “they’re all fleecy inside”
She was clearly very pleased with them and would have gone outside in them had he suggested it.
“Come and sit down,” Colin said as he stood up and offered his seat
“I’m too excited to sit down,” she said
“Calm down girl it’s only winter underwear” He said to himself but he thought her reaction to it was really sweet.
He put a hand on each shoulder and tried to steer her into his seat.
“Wow they are soft aren’t they?”
“They’re even softer inside” she said and then she pulled his hands off her shoulders and down to her breasts
“Softer than these”
Taking advantage of the situation was not his intention when he asked her to come in, it really was just to give her the thermal underwear, not even when she appeared in the kitchen in her thermals did he intend anything, he was trying to win her heart, not get inside her clothes, Colin hadn’t for a second, thought it was going to affect her that way.
It wasn’t as if he had just given her sexy lingerie, it was a union suit as the Americans call them, real passion killers.
But judging by the stiffness of her protruding nipples beneath his palms this indicated to him that she was clearly turned on and that in turn caused his own stiffness.
(Part 03)
It wasn’t as if he had just given her sexy lingerie, it was a union suit as the Americans call them, real passion killers.
But judging by the stiffness of her protruding nipples beneath his palms this indicated to him that she was clearly turned on and that in turn caused his own stiffness.
He should have stopped there but as he was turned on as well by then so he massaged her breasts though the fleecy fabric and she responded by turning to kiss him and rubbing her bum cheeks against the growing lump in his trousers.
He relinquished one plump breast briefly while his fingers sought out the zip but she stopped him.
At first he thought she had called a halt because he was taking it too far, but that was not the reason Poppy stopped him.
And it became obvious to him that Poppy had come to the boil very quickly rendering any protracted foreplay redundant as she bent herself over the kitchen table.
Colin briefly caressed her fleecy covered buttocks and open the trap door to gain access to her nonny, and he could see her lips were slightly parted so he probed her with his forefinger and found her to be lusciously lubricated, but he carried on regardless and made her wetter.
His cock slipped between her dewy lips and Poppy responded with a low animal grunt and then her hands gripped the edge of the table as she braced herself to receive the next length which was also greeted with a grunt and as the frequency of his strokes increased so did the tone of her articulations.
The table was rocking and coffee had begun slopping out of the mugs as the act became more energetic until at the point of ejaculation she let out a scream and collapsed panting on the table beside a puddle of coffee.
As he pulled out of her and tucked his old chap away he thought how sometimes things do not go to plan, thankfully there was no risk of anyone catching them at it, which was one of his great fears.
But in his defense when he bought Poppy the underwear it really was as an act of kindness and not with any expectation that he was going to nail her up the trap door over the kitchen table.
“I thought you were avoiding me” he said when she was fully dressed for the outdoors and carrying her second pair of combies in a carrier bag.
“I was, I am” she said and giggled
“But why?”
“Because you’re my boss” she said
“I want to be more” Colin said and then she gave him a very passionate kiss.
“I want to be sure, that you’re sure” she said “Before I ruin everything”
Poppy kissed him again and went back out to the yard.
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