It was in a caravan in Sharpinghead one long hot summer that Paul and Mara lay safe in the darkness as modesty abates and their inhibitions melt away into the night.
Soft lip touches lip as hot mouths engage and inquisitive tongues employ and passion grows.
Eager trembling hands explore eager young flesh in clumsy groping as they cling together beneath the covers.
Writhing in unison, moaning, panting, gasping, the language of lust spoken fluently in licentious converse until the immodest cacophony peaks to imminent crescendo with uncontrollable desire, and the throb and ache of want for that final urgent coupling as they feed in their gluttonous sweaty consumption as they attain their base and primitive satisfaction.
Friday, 2 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (127) Playing Around
(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 and sometimes they just happened.
Paul Galasso was playing a round of Golf at Forest Ridge, although in truth it was just a ruse, he would tee off at the appropriate time and play the first three holes and then meet Antonia in the woods for a kiss and a cuddle and if he was lucky into her house for some choice sex, and as he was walking down the fairway he saw her standing there just beyond the treeline.
Antonia was a very attractive woman, but apart from the fact she was beautiful, sexy and breathtakingly sensual what set his heart racing was the fact that he loved her.
It was a pleasant morning; warmer than it had been the previous few days, but as those few days were actually very cool that wasn’t really saying much.
But the skies were predominantly blue, for the time being, with only broken cloud but the forecast had mentioned the possibility of thunder later in the day.
The wind had a slight chill to it but was fairly light and so wasn’t expected to affect anyone’s scorecards too much and he was expecting a pleasant round.
Considering the morning’s bright weather the course was very quiet when he teed off at 8.30 with no one waiting behind him and a couple of twosomes were at least a three or four of holes ahead he assumed that the majority had been put off by the mention of thunder.
As he approached, Antonia herself was looking lovely,
“When didn’t she?” he thought to himself, and he smiled when he noticed her ensemble.
She was wearing a grey flat cap with her shortish blonde hair scraped into a pony tail sticking out the back.
But it was the rest of her outfit that made him smile, it was as ever all matching and perfectly co-ordinated.
In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
(Part 02)
In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, Her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
“Why are you dressed like that?” he asked
“I’m blending in” she said “after all, who would look twice at another Golfer on a Golf course”
“I can see you have given it some thought, but you would look a little more inconspicuous if you had a golf clubs, or a club” he pointed out
“Good point” she considered
They had gone deep enough into the wood at that point so as not to be visible and he kissed her.
The early sun and blue skies had quickly been swallowed up by a blanket of grey cloud, and that cloud had since darkened and was then distinctly inky, and distant rumbles of thunder could be heard and it began to rain.
A fact that they were oblivious to as they continued to kiss.
“I suppose going back to yours is out of the question” he said hopefully
“I’m afraid so” she said “the engineer is serving the boiler”
“That’s precisely what I had in mind” he said
“Cheeky sod” she retorted but smiled
Which was the moment the heavens opened,
“Go on Toni” he said “make a dash for it”
“No” she said and hugged him “I want to stay here with you”
“Ok” he said “but we need to move”
“God its savage” she said as they withdrew deeper into the trees and they ran from cover to cover finishing up beneath the shelter of an old oak tree.
For a few moments they stood watching the rain fall like stair rods hammering into the ground as thunder rumbled nearby
“Are you ok” he asked
“Yes” she said with a chuckle “a bit damp but fine”
It was at that moment that he became aware of just how damp she was, the front of her shirt was soaked and he could see one plump round breast surmounted by a well erect nipple pushing through the wet fabric.
Antonia noticed what was drawing his attention and covered it promptly with her cardigan.
“Paul!” She snapped “is that all you think about?”
She slapped him playfully and he just shrugged, after all it was difficult not to stare at her almost naked tit, as she had such beautiful titties.
“I don’t think you got me under here to keep my dry” she said “you’re more interested in getting me wet”
And then she reached up and kissed him gently in a long warm liquid kiss and then she broke away and smiled before kissing him again this time more urgently, more animal and while her tongue was engaged in his mouth her hand was inside his trousers groping his cock.
Which was when Paul joined in with relish and she responded in kind, while their tongues darted and probed into each other’s mouths their hands were busy elsewhere.
Antonia had completely extricated his throbbing tool from his slacks and pants leaving him bare arsed and highly aroused.
His hands in the meantime had unbuttoned her shirt and were attempting to gain access to her magnificent tits only to be thwarted by another layer of fabric belonging to an undergarment of an undetermined nature, which was thin and not unpleasant to the touch so he satisfied himself with groping her globes and teasing her nipples through the material.
(Part 03)
Antonia was stroking his shaft with her gloved hand which was strangely erotic and a tad too pleasurable at that juncture to continue too much longer so he slid his hands down to her waist and began yanking her skirt up one handful at a time until he was able to reach his hands inside it and get both of them on her gorgeous arse.
She relinquished her grip on his cock and her arms were around his neck as they continued to kiss, though less intensely.
He grabbed at her knickers and tried to pull them down but they resisted.
He correctly resolved that she was wearing a one piece number so as Antonia disengaged her mouth from his and burrowed her face in his neck instead and with the storm raging around them he slipped his thumbs inside her knicker legs and with his fingers tracing the shape of her buttocks they followed the lace trim slowly towards the gusset where one at a time, slowly and deliberately he un popped the poppers and the last one was greeted with a great booming clap of thunder and a purring sigh from Toni, and with the liberated flesh at his disposal Pauls hands groped greedily at her meaty well defined cheeks.
And as she nuzzled his neck, Paul’s hands traversed her landscape until one hand paused on her soft belly poised to descend and as if to hasten its arrival Toni began nibbling at his collar bone, neck, earlobe, and then her tongue was in his ear.
Antonia trembled as his fingers crossed the threshold and drifted through her corn coloured bush.
She stopped licking his ear and gulped then a finger entered her well lathered creamy gash and she murmured loudly in his ear and then wriggled and squirmed as he frigged her pussy.
As he continued, her moaning was in rhythm to his until she climaxed.
Paul took a firm hold of rump and hoisted her up to his level.
“oh yes please” she said dreamily and kissed him as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and slid down his shaft, letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as the velvet juice of her pussy immersed his throbbing cock as she moaned audibly with pleasure.
Lightning flashed as he pushed her back against the oak and thunder accompanied their performance.
Antonia’s gloved hand gripped a low bough while her right forearm braced her weight on his shoulder enabling her to be less passive and share some of the work load until her body shuddered and in a panting moaning frenzy she screamed loudly into the storm.
They stayed motionless against the tree holding onto the moment until they kissed and she sighed as he slowly withdrew from her and lowered her to the ground.
After a prolonged hug they redressed themselves, Antonia went behind a tree to adjust her undercarriage.
Paul always thought that kind of shyness was nice, keeping something private, then he heard her having a pee, something he always found strangely arousing.
Toni emerged from behind the tree as perfect in appearance as she had been before he shagged her against a tree.
“Are you ok?” he asked
“Oh yes” she said very definitely and smiled coyly
“What a silly question”
“There is something though” she said
“What’s that?” he replied
“This” she said and planted a kiss on his lips
“Now” Antonia said “I have to go”
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 and sometimes they just happened.
Paul Galasso was playing a round of Golf at Forest Ridge, although in truth it was just a ruse, he would tee off at the appropriate time and play the first three holes and then meet Antonia in the woods for a kiss and a cuddle and if he was lucky into her house for some choice sex, and as he was walking down the fairway he saw her standing there just beyond the treeline.
Antonia was a very attractive woman, but apart from the fact she was beautiful, sexy and breathtakingly sensual what set his heart racing was the fact that he loved her.
It was a pleasant morning; warmer than it had been the previous few days, but as those few days were actually very cool that wasn’t really saying much.
But the skies were predominantly blue, for the time being, with only broken cloud but the forecast had mentioned the possibility of thunder later in the day.
The wind had a slight chill to it but was fairly light and so wasn’t expected to affect anyone’s scorecards too much and he was expecting a pleasant round.
Considering the morning’s bright weather the course was very quiet when he teed off at 8.30 with no one waiting behind him and a couple of twosomes were at least a three or four of holes ahead he assumed that the majority had been put off by the mention of thunder.
As he approached, Antonia herself was looking lovely,
“When didn’t she?” he thought to himself, and he smiled when he noticed her ensemble.
She was wearing a grey flat cap with her shortish blonde hair scraped into a pony tail sticking out the back.
But it was the rest of her outfit that made him smile, it was as ever all matching and perfectly co-ordinated.
In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
(Part 02)
In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, Her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
“Why are you dressed like that?” he asked
“I’m blending in” she said “after all, who would look twice at another Golfer on a Golf course”
“I can see you have given it some thought, but you would look a little more inconspicuous if you had a golf clubs, or a club” he pointed out
“Good point” she considered
They had gone deep enough into the wood at that point so as not to be visible and he kissed her.
The early sun and blue skies had quickly been swallowed up by a blanket of grey cloud, and that cloud had since darkened and was then distinctly inky, and distant rumbles of thunder could be heard and it began to rain.
A fact that they were oblivious to as they continued to kiss.
“I suppose going back to yours is out of the question” he said hopefully
“I’m afraid so” she said “the engineer is serving the boiler”
“That’s precisely what I had in mind” he said
“Cheeky sod” she retorted but smiled
Which was the moment the heavens opened,
“Go on Toni” he said “make a dash for it”
“No” she said and hugged him “I want to stay here with you”
“Ok” he said “but we need to move”
“God its savage” she said as they withdrew deeper into the trees and they ran from cover to cover finishing up beneath the shelter of an old oak tree.
For a few moments they stood watching the rain fall like stair rods hammering into the ground as thunder rumbled nearby
“Are you ok” he asked
“Yes” she said with a chuckle “a bit damp but fine”
It was at that moment that he became aware of just how damp she was, the front of her shirt was soaked and he could see one plump round breast surmounted by a well erect nipple pushing through the wet fabric.
Antonia noticed what was drawing his attention and covered it promptly with her cardigan.
“Paul!” She snapped “is that all you think about?”
She slapped him playfully and he just shrugged, after all it was difficult not to stare at her almost naked tit, as she had such beautiful titties.
“I don’t think you got me under here to keep my dry” she said “you’re more interested in getting me wet”
And then she reached up and kissed him gently in a long warm liquid kiss and then she broke away and smiled before kissing him again this time more urgently, more animal and while her tongue was engaged in his mouth her hand was inside his trousers groping his cock.
Which was when Paul joined in with relish and she responded in kind, while their tongues darted and probed into each other’s mouths their hands were busy elsewhere.
Antonia had completely extricated his throbbing tool from his slacks and pants leaving him bare arsed and highly aroused.
His hands in the meantime had unbuttoned her shirt and were attempting to gain access to her magnificent tits only to be thwarted by another layer of fabric belonging to an undergarment of an undetermined nature, which was thin and not unpleasant to the touch so he satisfied himself with groping her globes and teasing her nipples through the material.
(Part 03)
Antonia was stroking his shaft with her gloved hand which was strangely erotic and a tad too pleasurable at that juncture to continue too much longer so he slid his hands down to her waist and began yanking her skirt up one handful at a time until he was able to reach his hands inside it and get both of them on her gorgeous arse.
She relinquished her grip on his cock and her arms were around his neck as they continued to kiss, though less intensely.
He grabbed at her knickers and tried to pull them down but they resisted.
He correctly resolved that she was wearing a one piece number so as Antonia disengaged her mouth from his and burrowed her face in his neck instead and with the storm raging around them he slipped his thumbs inside her knicker legs and with his fingers tracing the shape of her buttocks they followed the lace trim slowly towards the gusset where one at a time, slowly and deliberately he un popped the poppers and the last one was greeted with a great booming clap of thunder and a purring sigh from Toni, and with the liberated flesh at his disposal Pauls hands groped greedily at her meaty well defined cheeks.
And as she nuzzled his neck, Paul’s hands traversed her landscape until one hand paused on her soft belly poised to descend and as if to hasten its arrival Toni began nibbling at his collar bone, neck, earlobe, and then her tongue was in his ear.
Antonia trembled as his fingers crossed the threshold and drifted through her corn coloured bush.
She stopped licking his ear and gulped then a finger entered her well lathered creamy gash and she murmured loudly in his ear and then wriggled and squirmed as he frigged her pussy.
As he continued, her moaning was in rhythm to his until she climaxed.
Paul took a firm hold of rump and hoisted her up to his level.
“oh yes please” she said dreamily and kissed him as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and slid down his shaft, letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as the velvet juice of her pussy immersed his throbbing cock as she moaned audibly with pleasure.
Lightning flashed as he pushed her back against the oak and thunder accompanied their performance.
Antonia’s gloved hand gripped a low bough while her right forearm braced her weight on his shoulder enabling her to be less passive and share some of the work load until her body shuddered and in a panting moaning frenzy she screamed loudly into the storm.
They stayed motionless against the tree holding onto the moment until they kissed and she sighed as he slowly withdrew from her and lowered her to the ground.
After a prolonged hug they redressed themselves, Antonia went behind a tree to adjust her undercarriage.
Paul always thought that kind of shyness was nice, keeping something private, then he heard her having a pee, something he always found strangely arousing.
Toni emerged from behind the tree as perfect in appearance as she had been before he shagged her against a tree.
“Are you ok?” he asked
“Oh yes” she said very definitely and smiled coyly
“What a silly question”
“There is something though” she said
“What’s that?” he replied
“This” she said and planted a kiss on his lips
“Now” Antonia said “I have to go”
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Thursday, 1 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (126) The Summer Fête Adventure
(Part 01)
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over.
And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.
But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.
Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlin’s holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.
Which was how they came to be in Mornington-By-Mere in the middle of July on the day of the Summer Fête.
As had been the long standing tradition the Fête was held in the Mornington Manor grounds and also in keeping with tradition it was extremely well attended, in fact it was heaving.
(Part 02)
In the week before the Fête Sara had been on her monthly and after the unwelcome visitor had departed she was as horny as all hell.
She had already fingered herself to culmination twice that morning, once in the shower while Gary was out at the car and a second time in the toilet at the garage while Gary was fuelling the car, but her efforts were to no avail in fact it hadn’t even dented her need.
Everything was exacerbating her craving, the sun through the windscreen, the country air, the smell of Gary’s cologne, even the music on the radio reminded her of times that she was shagged senseless.
Road signs to destinations where they had had sex, Sharpington, Dancingdean, Shallowfield and Teardrop Lake.
So when Gary parked the car in Mornington, he had barely applied the handbrake when Sara started nibbling his earlobe as her horniness took hold.
He had noticed she was a bit sulky since they left Maxlin’s and he had clearly established the reason for her ill humour, she was as frustrated as fuck.
“That’s the reason we’re here,” he said weakly
“But I’m so horny babe” she whined as she licked his ear like a Labrador.
“But…” he protested
“I’m not kidding” she said and lifted her skirt up so he could see the clearly visible wet patch on her pink panties.
“This isn’t the best place for that” he said but that was the sum total of his resistance as moments later he had her t-shirt up under Sara’s chin and was sucking on one of her rose pink nipples while his hand was going up her skirt and his finger explored the moistness of her minge.
However it all came to an abrupt end as a rather loud rotund family went past the car and bent one of the mirrors back.
Fortunately they were too busy feeding their faces to notice what was going on in Sara’s drawers.
But she quickly covered herself, conscious that she might be seen.
Spooked by the Golightly’s Sara said
“We need to find somewhere else and soon”
So as quickly as it was possible to do so, with a throbbing hard on in his trousers, he opened the driver’s door and ran around to the passenger side and watched through the glass as Sara removed her wet pants and then her bra, the later she did that thing that girls do went they pull it out through their sleeve, he liked that, it was like dirty magic.
Gary opened the passenger door and took the hand of his knickerless and braless girlfriend and said
“Let’s go and find somewhere to scratch that itch of yours”
“Oh God yes please” she pleaded
Unfortunately the Fête was so well attended it was difficult to imagine any scenario where he was going to get to use his scratcher.
All the stall were swarming with punters and all the tents and marquees were occupied.
So they thought they could chance their luck in the Manor itself, after all there were countless rooms in there for a quick shag, even a cupboard would have sufficed.
Unluckily however the house was off limits and there was security on every entrance.
(Part 03)
It was when they were on the way to check for a back way in to the Manor that Gary spotted the catering van parked about thirty yards from the house.
And as they passed by it he unceremoniously bundled her through the side door in amongst the empty wine glass boxes and then Gary climbed in after her and closed the door behind him.
Although taken by surprise it was with an excited giggle she stripped off her remaining clothes and set about releasing his swollen manhood from its confines.
Sara was kissing him urgently with her tongue darting in and out of his mouth while she tugged roughly on his engorged cock.
And with a grin spread wide across her face she settled back on a case of wine with her legs spread even wider and her lips open to her juicy pink quim and Gary fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while she grasped hold of his cock until she pushed his sticky fingers away from her dewy lips with one hand and pulled him into her with the other.
“This is how to scratch my itch” she said and moaned appreciatively.
At which point her legs locked around him and crossed at the ankles and she pulled him all the way in.
“Ohhhhh” she exclaimed as she received him.
And every subsequent stroke was similarly received and they had a great rhythm going, her legs still gripping him hard as he played with her tits while she uttered her delicious sounds and the van was rocking until Sara panted a few times through gritted teeth before she came so noisily that the volume of her climax was almost deafening in the confines of the van.
And when Gary withdrew she fell off the box which was no longer fit for purpose
“That was so good” said Sara who was in a sweating panting heap on the floor of the van and then she giggled.
They quickly redressed and Gary opened the door to check the coast was clear and then reached into the van and grabbed Sara’s hand and pulled her out before she had chance to get her shoes on.
“Come on” he shouted “we need to run”
As she was pulled from the van she glanced towards the house to see one of the security men running towards them shouting.
He had obviously been alerted by the rocking of the van and the volume of Sara Cumming.
Hand in hand they ran headlong across the grass towards the hubbub of the Fête, Gary carrying her handbag and she holding her shoes and they were laughing all the way.
Once lost in the crowd they relaxed and Gary said
“I’m starving, how about you?”
“Yes I want a hot dog” she said
“Haven’t you had enough sausage for one day?” he asked
“It’s not the quantity but the quality” she said aloofly
“You weren’t complaining about quality in the van” he said as he handed her a hot dog
“And it was ok, but this one has mustard on it” she said and took a big bite.
They wandered around the attractions for the next couple of hours and enjoyed the other entertainments on offer and then headed back toward the car.
“Let’s go for a walk in the woods” he suggested
“Ok just let me get my knickers from the car” Sara said
“You won’t be needing them for what I have in mind” he replied and held her hand
“Oh goody more sausage”
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over.
And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.
But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.
Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlin’s holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.
Which was how they came to be in Mornington-By-Mere in the middle of July on the day of the Summer Fête.
As had been the long standing tradition the Fête was held in the Mornington Manor grounds and also in keeping with tradition it was extremely well attended, in fact it was heaving.
(Part 02)
In the week before the Fête Sara had been on her monthly and after the unwelcome visitor had departed she was as horny as all hell.
She had already fingered herself to culmination twice that morning, once in the shower while Gary was out at the car and a second time in the toilet at the garage while Gary was fuelling the car, but her efforts were to no avail in fact it hadn’t even dented her need.
Everything was exacerbating her craving, the sun through the windscreen, the country air, the smell of Gary’s cologne, even the music on the radio reminded her of times that she was shagged senseless.
Road signs to destinations where they had had sex, Sharpington, Dancingdean, Shallowfield and Teardrop Lake.
So when Gary parked the car in Mornington, he had barely applied the handbrake when Sara started nibbling his earlobe as her horniness took hold.
He had noticed she was a bit sulky since they left Maxlin’s and he had clearly established the reason for her ill humour, she was as frustrated as fuck.
“That’s the reason we’re here,” he said weakly
“But I’m so horny babe” she whined as she licked his ear like a Labrador.
“But…” he protested
“I’m not kidding” she said and lifted her skirt up so he could see the clearly visible wet patch on her pink panties.
“This isn’t the best place for that” he said but that was the sum total of his resistance as moments later he had her t-shirt up under Sara’s chin and was sucking on one of her rose pink nipples while his hand was going up her skirt and his finger explored the moistness of her minge.
However it all came to an abrupt end as a rather loud rotund family went past the car and bent one of the mirrors back.
Fortunately they were too busy feeding their faces to notice what was going on in Sara’s drawers.
But she quickly covered herself, conscious that she might be seen.
Spooked by the Golightly’s Sara said
“We need to find somewhere else and soon”
So as quickly as it was possible to do so, with a throbbing hard on in his trousers, he opened the driver’s door and ran around to the passenger side and watched through the glass as Sara removed her wet pants and then her bra, the later she did that thing that girls do went they pull it out through their sleeve, he liked that, it was like dirty magic.
Gary opened the passenger door and took the hand of his knickerless and braless girlfriend and said
“Let’s go and find somewhere to scratch that itch of yours”
“Oh God yes please” she pleaded
Unfortunately the Fête was so well attended it was difficult to imagine any scenario where he was going to get to use his scratcher.
All the stall were swarming with punters and all the tents and marquees were occupied.
So they thought they could chance their luck in the Manor itself, after all there were countless rooms in there for a quick shag, even a cupboard would have sufficed.
Unluckily however the house was off limits and there was security on every entrance.
(Part 03)
It was when they were on the way to check for a back way in to the Manor that Gary spotted the catering van parked about thirty yards from the house.
And as they passed by it he unceremoniously bundled her through the side door in amongst the empty wine glass boxes and then Gary climbed in after her and closed the door behind him.
Although taken by surprise it was with an excited giggle she stripped off her remaining clothes and set about releasing his swollen manhood from its confines.
Sara was kissing him urgently with her tongue darting in and out of his mouth while she tugged roughly on his engorged cock.
And with a grin spread wide across her face she settled back on a case of wine with her legs spread even wider and her lips open to her juicy pink quim and Gary fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while she grasped hold of his cock until she pushed his sticky fingers away from her dewy lips with one hand and pulled him into her with the other.
“This is how to scratch my itch” she said and moaned appreciatively.
At which point her legs locked around him and crossed at the ankles and she pulled him all the way in.
“Ohhhhh” she exclaimed as she received him.
And every subsequent stroke was similarly received and they had a great rhythm going, her legs still gripping him hard as he played with her tits while she uttered her delicious sounds and the van was rocking until Sara panted a few times through gritted teeth before she came so noisily that the volume of her climax was almost deafening in the confines of the van.
And when Gary withdrew she fell off the box which was no longer fit for purpose
“That was so good” said Sara who was in a sweating panting heap on the floor of the van and then she giggled.
They quickly redressed and Gary opened the door to check the coast was clear and then reached into the van and grabbed Sara’s hand and pulled her out before she had chance to get her shoes on.
“Come on” he shouted “we need to run”
As she was pulled from the van she glanced towards the house to see one of the security men running towards them shouting.
He had obviously been alerted by the rocking of the van and the volume of Sara Cumming.
Hand in hand they ran headlong across the grass towards the hubbub of the Fête, Gary carrying her handbag and she holding her shoes and they were laughing all the way.
Once lost in the crowd they relaxed and Gary said
“I’m starving, how about you?”
“Yes I want a hot dog” she said
“Haven’t you had enough sausage for one day?” he asked
“It’s not the quantity but the quality” she said aloofly
“You weren’t complaining about quality in the van” he said as he handed her a hot dog
“And it was ok, but this one has mustard on it” she said and took a big bite.
They wandered around the attractions for the next couple of hours and enjoyed the other entertainments on offer and then headed back toward the car.
“Let’s go for a walk in the woods” he suggested
“Ok just let me get my knickers from the car” Sara said
“You won’t be needing them for what I have in mind” he replied and held her hand
“Oh goody more sausage”
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Choice Tales from the Vale – (125) Sunburst Surprise
Danny Taylor had been doing a few bits of shopping and delivering Christmas cards around the village.
It was a cold and grey December day in Mornington and there was a biting wind that made his skin tingle and took his breath away.
But after all the errands were complete he headed towards The Old Mill Inn where he took refuge in the bar and made himself comfortable beside the fire where Danny prepared to get on the outside of a pint of Guinness and a large Jameson’s.
Danny’s eyes were drawn to the centre of the room where a striking strawberry blonde was sitting with her long slender legs crossed.
She had a pen in one hand and a large drink in the other and she was concentrating on something, that made her frown, a crossword clue or perhaps a Sudoku and her bottom lip pursed slightly downward almost like a wilting pink rose petal.
He noted that her eye kind of crinkled up and that combined with a slight inclination of her head and gave him the impression she was confused and he assumed her confusion was over what she was studying.
He took a sip of Guinness and then he noticed a flash of golden light in her hair as if her strawberry curls had ignited but it was lit by a shaft of sunlight which had burst through the grey December skies.
Danny realised the sun had made her squint and this in turn screwed up her nose and caused her to sneeze.
She sneezed quite indelicately and then again and again and this fit of sneezing had an added interest to him because apart from the obvious effects the shaft of sunlight had rendered her blouse quite transparent and each sneeze caused her breasts to rearrange themselves rather delightfully within her non-existent blouse and her sneezing fit had taken on a more sensual quality but alas all too soon the sneezing stopped.
But he was pleased to see that her breathing had not and he watched with fascination as with each subsequent breath she took, her breasts reshaped themselves inside her almost invisible bra.
And the bonus was that she was blissfully unaware that her blouse had become translucent.
Of course he should have done the gentlemanly thing and looked away or at the very least alerted her to her situation but in truth he was enjoying it too much.
Her sneezing fit had obviously dislocated her breasts in their cups and so she made some corrections to her bra as each adjustment she made to her straps served to more sharply define her assets on display.
But alas all good things must come to an end and thanks to a thoughtless cloud the shaft of sunlight was snuffed out and the show was over.
It had been a most pleasant respite and had warmed Danny up more than the Jameson’s had, studying her most wondrous topography and he thought it was amazing how the little things in life, not that they were small by any measure, but little things can brighten up the dullest of winter days and it may have been an un-gentlemanly thing to do, ungallant he supposed not to have averted his gaze.
But the rogue inside him thought she only had herself to blame for going out on a cold and grey December day without wearing a vest.
But after the surprising show he was left with a feeling of guilt and arousal although in truth it was mainly arousal.
After she had finished rearranging her chest she turned her attention back to what he now believed to be a crossword and the frown returned to her face.
“Are you stuck?” he asked
“I’m afraid so” she replied
“Do you mind if I have a look?” he asked
“After all I’ve had a good look elsewhere” he thought
“Would you mind” she replied and walked over to his table.
She sat down next to him and they spent a pleasant hour completing the crossword and another one after that just talking but all the while the image of her sunlit form filled his head.
He was fortunate enough later that afternoon to see them again but not on that occasion in the light of a random sunburst, but lit by the firelight glow as they made love on the hearth rug.
It was a cold and grey December day in Mornington and there was a biting wind that made his skin tingle and took his breath away.
But after all the errands were complete he headed towards The Old Mill Inn where he took refuge in the bar and made himself comfortable beside the fire where Danny prepared to get on the outside of a pint of Guinness and a large Jameson’s.
Danny’s eyes were drawn to the centre of the room where a striking strawberry blonde was sitting with her long slender legs crossed.
She had a pen in one hand and a large drink in the other and she was concentrating on something, that made her frown, a crossword clue or perhaps a Sudoku and her bottom lip pursed slightly downward almost like a wilting pink rose petal.
He noted that her eye kind of crinkled up and that combined with a slight inclination of her head and gave him the impression she was confused and he assumed her confusion was over what she was studying.
He took a sip of Guinness and then he noticed a flash of golden light in her hair as if her strawberry curls had ignited but it was lit by a shaft of sunlight which had burst through the grey December skies.
Danny realised the sun had made her squint and this in turn screwed up her nose and caused her to sneeze.
She sneezed quite indelicately and then again and again and this fit of sneezing had an added interest to him because apart from the obvious effects the shaft of sunlight had rendered her blouse quite transparent and each sneeze caused her breasts to rearrange themselves rather delightfully within her non-existent blouse and her sneezing fit had taken on a more sensual quality but alas all too soon the sneezing stopped.
But he was pleased to see that her breathing had not and he watched with fascination as with each subsequent breath she took, her breasts reshaped themselves inside her almost invisible bra.
And the bonus was that she was blissfully unaware that her blouse had become translucent.
Of course he should have done the gentlemanly thing and looked away or at the very least alerted her to her situation but in truth he was enjoying it too much.
Her sneezing fit had obviously dislocated her breasts in their cups and so she made some corrections to her bra as each adjustment she made to her straps served to more sharply define her assets on display.
But alas all good things must come to an end and thanks to a thoughtless cloud the shaft of sunlight was snuffed out and the show was over.
It had been a most pleasant respite and had warmed Danny up more than the Jameson’s had, studying her most wondrous topography and he thought it was amazing how the little things in life, not that they were small by any measure, but little things can brighten up the dullest of winter days and it may have been an un-gentlemanly thing to do, ungallant he supposed not to have averted his gaze.
But the rogue inside him thought she only had herself to blame for going out on a cold and grey December day without wearing a vest.
But after the surprising show he was left with a feeling of guilt and arousal although in truth it was mainly arousal.
After she had finished rearranging her chest she turned her attention back to what he now believed to be a crossword and the frown returned to her face.
“Are you stuck?” he asked
“I’m afraid so” she replied
“Do you mind if I have a look?” he asked
“After all I’ve had a good look elsewhere” he thought
“Would you mind” she replied and walked over to his table.
She sat down next to him and they spent a pleasant hour completing the crossword and another one after that just talking but all the while the image of her sunlit form filled his head.
He was fortunate enough later that afternoon to see them again but not on that occasion in the light of a random sunburst, but lit by the firelight glow as they made love on the hearth rug.
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Choice Tales from the Vale – (124) The Prudish Miss Kirby
(Part 01)
Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.
Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.
Her once black hair was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise as the “Mallen streak”.
She was always smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.
She was well-liked and respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.
That was due in part to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights kind of woman.
Even people from the village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.
But as more than one man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden delights.
The other thing that tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.
Which was why when a new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia was as always the obvious choice.
Being single and living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of impropriety.
So that was how it came about that the new curate, 34 year old Colin Ash, came to be knocking on Virginia’s front door one cold winters evening.
“Mrs Kirby?” he asked as she opened the door
She gave the curate an appraising glance, he was tall and lean with curly mousy hair and blue eyes and a nervous smile.
“Miss” she replied, and there was a moment’s hesitation as he digested the information that she was unmarried but on looking her up and down he felt all was in order.
“I’m Colin Ash” he said “the new curate, I’ve come to look at the room”
(Part 02)
“Miss” she replied, and there was a moment’s hesitation as he digested the information that she was unmarried but on looking her up and down he felt all was in order.
“I’m Colin Ash” he said “the new curate, I’ve come to look at the room”
“Yes do come in Colin” she said amiably “I’m all ready for you”
“Thank you” he said and stepped into the hall
“Go up” she urged “There are two room available you can have first choice”
“Excellent” he said
Colin started up the stairs and Virginia followed
“Nice arse” she thought to herself and then said
“Turn left at the top of the stairs and it’s in front of you”
He followed her instructions and walked into the first of the two vacant rooms which turned out to be the only one he got to see, because no sooner had he stepped into the room than Virginia shoved him firmly from behind in the direction of the bed where he finished up prostate.
Virginia Kirby was quite small and slim, much smaller than Colin, but surprisingly strong.
Virginia then jumped on top of him and kissed him full on the lips and inserted her tongue quite expertly into his mouth and before Colin knew what he was doing he was kissing her back.
“Damn” he thought “she’s good kisser”
While their tongues were busily engaged in oral exploration Virginia, with a certain degree of skill subtly unzipped his fly and pulled out the Curates stiffening cock through the opening.
And in her hand it went from stiffening to bone hard in seconds and she disengaged her mouth from his and transferred its allegiance and she went to work on his cock with the same level of expertise she had shown at kissing.
The supposedly prudish Miss Kirby was giving great head.
“Oh Virginia” he uttered as she worked diligently on him.
It was at that moment that she stopped because she was ready for action.
Virginia stood up and yanked his trousers and pants down then she knelt on the floor and removed his socks.
Colin sat up and ended up with one leg either side of the kneeling Virginia and as he removed his shirt she took his cock in her mouth again which was toe curling-ly divine.
But it was his turn to call a halt to the oral proceedings and she slurped loudly as he pulled her off his cock and she had to wipe her mouth on the sleeve of her twin set.
“Your turn” he said so she stood up and quickly fumbled for the zip on her dress, once located and unzipped the whole thing slipped easily over her frame and fell effortlessly to the floor and he gasped when he saw she was completely naked but for stockings and suspenders.
When she saw his reaction she said
“I told you I was all ready for you”
(Part 03)
He gasped when he saw she was completely naked but for stockings and suspenders.
When she saw his reaction she said
“I told you I was all ready for you”
She stepped forward and bent down to kiss him and reached down and began tugging on his shaft again.
Colin meanwhile grasped her tidy buttocks and then propelled her onto the bed and crawled on the bed next to her and they kissed again his hands moved quickly to her breasts, which were small and firm with nipples as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.
But his hands were destined for elsewhere and as one fondled a succulent cheek the other worked its way teasingly to her generous thicket and then he slipped two clerical fingers between her juicy lips and as he felt the creamy wetness between his fingers he thought back to the jibes about her being a dried up old spinster, if they only knew just how wet she was at that moment they would have changed their tune.
Virginia was kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose as he fingered her and at the optimum moment having made her gasp out her orgasm he removed his fingers from her honeyed lips and prepared to mount her and she spread herself wide to oblige him and he slid into her.
Virginia received his offering with a deep throated moan and wrapped herself around him like a cloak pulling him deeper into her and he went at her vigorously and she growled out contented moans to his rhythmic penetrations, until in the final crescendo she screamed out a filthy roar.
Still entwined and panting loudly, she made several long pleasurable and languorous sighs and asked.
“Is the room to your liking?”
“Oh yes this will do very nicely” he replied and kissed her neck.
As Virginia and Colin lay silently in the afterglow she wore a look of smug satisfaction on her face and Colin thought how when he had knocked on the door he had no idea that he was about to be ensnared in a passionate trap in Virginia’s spare room, but now he could look forward to employing his off duty time from St Marys pleasuring a middle aged spinster or more precisely being pleasured by a middle aged spinster.
Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.
Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.
Her once black hair was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise as the “Mallen streak”.
She was always smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.
She was well-liked and respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.
That was due in part to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights kind of woman.
Even people from the village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.
But as more than one man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden delights.
The other thing that tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.
Which was why when a new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia was as always the obvious choice.
Being single and living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of impropriety.
So that was how it came about that the new curate, 34 year old Colin Ash, came to be knocking on Virginia’s front door one cold winters evening.
“Mrs Kirby?” he asked as she opened the door
She gave the curate an appraising glance, he was tall and lean with curly mousy hair and blue eyes and a nervous smile.
“Miss” she replied, and there was a moment’s hesitation as he digested the information that she was unmarried but on looking her up and down he felt all was in order.
“I’m Colin Ash” he said “the new curate, I’ve come to look at the room”
(Part 02)
“Miss” she replied, and there was a moment’s hesitation as he digested the information that she was unmarried but on looking her up and down he felt all was in order.
“I’m Colin Ash” he said “the new curate, I’ve come to look at the room”
“Yes do come in Colin” she said amiably “I’m all ready for you”
“Thank you” he said and stepped into the hall
“Go up” she urged “There are two room available you can have first choice”
“Excellent” he said
Colin started up the stairs and Virginia followed
“Nice arse” she thought to herself and then said
“Turn left at the top of the stairs and it’s in front of you”
He followed her instructions and walked into the first of the two vacant rooms which turned out to be the only one he got to see, because no sooner had he stepped into the room than Virginia shoved him firmly from behind in the direction of the bed where he finished up prostate.
Virginia Kirby was quite small and slim, much smaller than Colin, but surprisingly strong.
Virginia then jumped on top of him and kissed him full on the lips and inserted her tongue quite expertly into his mouth and before Colin knew what he was doing he was kissing her back.
“Damn” he thought “she’s good kisser”
While their tongues were busily engaged in oral exploration Virginia, with a certain degree of skill subtly unzipped his fly and pulled out the Curates stiffening cock through the opening.
And in her hand it went from stiffening to bone hard in seconds and she disengaged her mouth from his and transferred its allegiance and she went to work on his cock with the same level of expertise she had shown at kissing.
The supposedly prudish Miss Kirby was giving great head.
“Oh Virginia” he uttered as she worked diligently on him.
It was at that moment that she stopped because she was ready for action.
Virginia stood up and yanked his trousers and pants down then she knelt on the floor and removed his socks.
Colin sat up and ended up with one leg either side of the kneeling Virginia and as he removed his shirt she took his cock in her mouth again which was toe curling-ly divine.
But it was his turn to call a halt to the oral proceedings and she slurped loudly as he pulled her off his cock and she had to wipe her mouth on the sleeve of her twin set.
“Your turn” he said so she stood up and quickly fumbled for the zip on her dress, once located and unzipped the whole thing slipped easily over her frame and fell effortlessly to the floor and he gasped when he saw she was completely naked but for stockings and suspenders.
When she saw his reaction she said
“I told you I was all ready for you”
(Part 03)
He gasped when he saw she was completely naked but for stockings and suspenders.
When she saw his reaction she said
“I told you I was all ready for you”
She stepped forward and bent down to kiss him and reached down and began tugging on his shaft again.
Colin meanwhile grasped her tidy buttocks and then propelled her onto the bed and crawled on the bed next to her and they kissed again his hands moved quickly to her breasts, which were small and firm with nipples as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.
But his hands were destined for elsewhere and as one fondled a succulent cheek the other worked its way teasingly to her generous thicket and then he slipped two clerical fingers between her juicy lips and as he felt the creamy wetness between his fingers he thought back to the jibes about her being a dried up old spinster, if they only knew just how wet she was at that moment they would have changed their tune.
Virginia was kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose as he fingered her and at the optimum moment having made her gasp out her orgasm he removed his fingers from her honeyed lips and prepared to mount her and she spread herself wide to oblige him and he slid into her.
Virginia received his offering with a deep throated moan and wrapped herself around him like a cloak pulling him deeper into her and he went at her vigorously and she growled out contented moans to his rhythmic penetrations, until in the final crescendo she screamed out a filthy roar.
Still entwined and panting loudly, she made several long pleasurable and languorous sighs and asked.
“Is the room to your liking?”
“Oh yes this will do very nicely” he replied and kissed her neck.
As Virginia and Colin lay silently in the afterglow she wore a look of smug satisfaction on her face and Colin thought how when he had knocked on the door he had no idea that he was about to be ensnared in a passionate trap in Virginia’s spare room, but now he could look forward to employing his off duty time from St Marys pleasuring a middle aged spinster or more precisely being pleasured by a middle aged spinster.
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Wednesday, 31 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (123) Healing 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 she was pulling back so he tried to make more of an impression on her.
Colin went on the internet and ordered her thermal underwear and they ended up having sex over the kitchen table, but even that didn’t seem to make enough of an impression on her because afterwards she still held back.
However he did at least have the consolation of knowing what she was wearing against her skin as she walked across the yard.
But everything changed on one day when he himself was walking across the yard, it was late in the afternoon and he met his sister Lucy coming the other way.
“Hello sis” he said surprised “is everything ok”?
“Come quickly” she said and headed back the way she came.
“Why what’s the problem?” he responded and rushed after Lucy who was now almost around the corner.
“It’s Poppy Garvey” she said
“Why? What’s happened?” he asked
“She fell out of the hay loft” Lucy answered
“Oh God, where is she?” he demanded
“In the barn” she answered “but she won’t come out”
They hurried off towards the barn and when they entered he could see in the gloom sitting on a hay bale the quivering figure of Poppy, her knees were drawn up to her chin and she was sobbing uncontrollably.
“Hey Poppy” he said brightly “what have you been up to?”
And she looked up, and as soon as she saw him she was on her feet and bowling towards him at a rate of knots, and she was still crying as she launched herself at him.
“Oh Colin” she cried
“It’s alright, I’ve got you now” he said and just let her sob into his shoulder and after about five minutes she had calmed down considerably.
“Ok” he said, “let’s have a look at you”
Poppy had a bruise on her forehead and her right eye was badly swollen, and her nose was bloodied.
Apart from that she just had scrapes and bruises.
“Right let’s get you to the house” he said with a smile “and we’ll get you cleaned up”
(Part 02)
“Ok” he said, “let’s have a look at you”
Poppy had a bruise on her forehead and her right eye was badly swollen, and her nose was bloodied.
Apart from that she just had scrapes and bruises.
“Right let’s get you to the house” he said with a smile “and we’ll get you cleaned up”
“Ok” she said managing a week smile
“Do you want me to come too Colin?” Lucy asked quietly
“Yes please” he said as he put his arm around Poppy’s shoulder and steered her slowly across the yard, but by the time they had reached halfway she was managing to walk under her own steam and she continued to do so for the short distance from there to kitchen door.
“I’m sorry” she said
“What for?”
“For being a nuisance” she replied
“Don’t be daft” he said and kissed the top of her head
“Now go through to the kitchen”
he looked over his shoulder to where Lucy was standing and she raised an eyebrow and In the sanctuary of the kitchen as Lucy made coffee Colin got to work cleaning Poppy up and attending to the cuts on her face,
“Did you lose consciousness?” he asked
“No” she said and put her hand to her swollen eye.
“That’s good” he said
“I’ll take you to the hospital if you want” he offers
“No” she said, “I’ll be ok”
“Good girl” Lucy said and patted her back, which made Poppy wince and Lucy immediately apologized.
“I’m sorry luvvie, did I hurt you?”
Colin and Lucy exchanged a knowing look and he pulled her shirt up and I could see the bruises immediately.
“Not wearing your thermals today?” he said and Lucy gave him another look
“No it wasn’t cold enough” she replied
“How about a long hot bath?” he suggested “that will help the bruising”
“Oh yes please” she answered brightly “with bubbles?”
“Yes with bubbles and whatever other lotions and potions your heart desires” he replied
It was amazing to think that a simple thing like a bubble bath could illicit such joy and he was once again overwhelmed with love for her.
Colin led Poppy and Lucy upstairs to his bedroom and the en suite with the large Poppy length bath.
Not that Poppy needed to be shown the way she had bathed in there before.
He then left Lucy to take charge while he sorted out some clean clothes for her out of a pile of clothes an ex-girlfriend had left behind.
They were both very different shapes but the clothes would do for now and there was something strangely arousing about a girl wearing another girls knickers.
He gave Lucy the clean towels and put the clothes on the bed and Lucy took the towels into Poppy and he went downstairs, Lucy followed a few moments later.
(Part 03)
In the kitchen they sat silent at the table and continued to drink their coffee.
Lucy finally broke the silence
“How long?”
“How long what” he replied
“You and Poppy” she said in a sisterly tone “and don’t deny it”
He remained silent
“Come on then out with it” she insisted
“A few weeks” he said “But…”
“But what?” she pressed and he went on to explain how things had stalled between them.
“Well I know one thing for sure” she said “Poppy is in love with you”
“Is she?” he asked
“Of course she is you idiot”
“Then why is she holding back?” he asked
“She’s waiting for you to tell her that you love her”
“But I do” he protested “I do love her”
“It’s no good telling me that though is it?” Lucy pointed out “You need to tell her”
Lucy had gone back out to the yard and it was another five minutes after that before Poppy reappeared looking altogether better.
The unbruised sections of her face were pink and fresh; her hair was damp and tousled.
The clothes he sorted out for her fitted well enough though the trousers were a bit baggy around the bum.
He would have liked to tell his ex-girlfriend how good her trousers looked on a smaller arse.
He smiled to himself at the thought but that was soon replaced by the rather dirtier thought about the knickers Poppy was wearing.
“Feeling a bit better now?” he asked her as he handed her a dressing gown
“Much” she said, “where’s Lucy?”
“She’s gone back to lock up, there’s a storm brewing” he said
“I should go and help her” Poppy said and stood up
“You’re going nowhere” he snapped “sit”
She obeyed without speaking
“Now then” he said, “Are you hungry?”
“A bit”
“How about some soup?”
“Yes please” she said
“Go and sit in the lounge then and I’ll bring it through” Colin suggested
“Ok thanks”
“Put the TV on if you want” he called after her
While he was warming the soup Lucy returned with Victoria, one of the stable girls
“How is she?” Victoria asked with real concern
“Much better” he answered,
They went into the kitchen and watched while he finished warming the soup.
“Right” he said pouring the soup into a bowl.
“Let’s go and see her, she’s in the lounge, go through” he said and followed on with a dinner tray.
But when they arrived in the lounge they found Poppy fast asleep on the sofa.
He put the tray down briefly while he picked up a flowered throw which Lucy took from him and covered the sleeping figure.
Colin then picked up the tray again and all three of them tiptoed from the room.
By the kitchen door Lucy whispered
“Did you tell her?”
“No not yet” he replied “you old nag bag”
(Part 04)
When Lucy and Victoria had left Colin ate the soup and sat at the table and pondered on how he was going to broach the subject of love with Poppy without making a complete arse of himself.
Unsurprisingly thoughts of Poppy and love very soon turned to thoughts of making love to Poppy.
Such lustful considerations filled his head for the remainder of the evening and he had a slightly sinful grin on his face as he put his head round the door of the lounge and found Poppy still sleeping soundly so he took himself off to bed just as the rain began to fall.
It wasn’t long before the thunder rolled in and lighting flashes lit the sky, he was lying on his side with his back to the door and had a great view through the open curtains.
Colin had been in bed for maybe an hour drifting in and out of sleep when he heard the bedroom door slowly open and then close again.
He didn’t think too much of it as he wasn’t one hundred percent sure if he had dreamt it or not.
But then Colin felt the covers move and he could hear the soft rustle of the sheets and the warmth of another body, the warmth of a naked body, a soft young naked body.
He could feel Poppy’s breath on his neck and her stiff little nipples pressing in his back and the fluff of her freshly laundered bush brushing against his buttocks and he got the oh too familiar stirring.
“Hello Poppy” he said, “what are you doing here?”
“You left me all alone” she said “and the thunder frightened me”
She was pressed so close against him that it was like he had a second skin.
“And did the thunder frighten you so much that all your clothes fell off?” he enquired
“No I took those off because I was hot” she lied
“Hmm, I think you’re a fibber and you should go back to your own bed”
“But Colin” she protested as she slid her hand across his skin and grasped his semi aroused cock
“He doesn’t want me to go”
Colin rolled onto his back as she stroked him to a full hard on.
“He has no moral fibre” he said
“I think he really likes me though don’t you?”
“What I think is that you’re a cheeky little minx who really deserves a spank” he said and she kissed him on the mouth and he knew he had lost the inner battle with his conscience.
“But as you’re already black and blue I’ll have to let you ravish me instead, I can always spank you another day”
And having been given the green light she kissed him again this time with true conviction and plenty of tongue while her hand tugged on his shaft.
“I don’t think she’ll wait for foreplay,” he thought to myself
“She’s well and truly ready to go”
His suspicion was that she had already started the party long before she crawled into his bed and it wasn’t long after that, a matter of moments no more, that she let go of his shaft and climbed on to it letting out a long satisfying sigh as her hot creamy cunny encased his cock.
(Part 05)
His suspicion was that she had already started the party long before she crawled into his bed and it wasn’t long after that, a matter of moments no more, that she let go of his shaft and climbed on to it letting out a long satisfying sigh as her hot creamy cunny encased his cock.
Poppy sat up in the saddle rising and falling on him and was much more confident and self-assured than the last time she mounted him and she was eliciting pleasurable moans from him to match her own and he took hold of her hips as she slid her syrupy pussy up and down his shaft.
Poppy’s hands were on his chest and he gripped her piston like hips as she diligently applied herself to the task.
And as she neared her climax her delicious moans grew in intensity and she slumped forward until her head was on his chest and she groaned through gritted teeth as her pelvis thrust herself towards the abyss and Colin let his hands caress her slender young form as he too approached the point of no return.
And when they reached the frantic final thrusts Poppy was like a wild animal lost in the moment so he gripped the ravishing beasts arse firmly and hung on until she screamed out in orgasm and he pulsed out his ejaculate inside her hot quim.
She then collapsed on top of him and panted like a well-exercised spaniel while he stayed inside, as her tight young cunny held his cock captive in the heart of her.
After about five minutes she climbed off him with a sigh and collapsed on the bed next to him and lay there with her right hand on his thigh.
Colin took hold of it in his and held it to his lips for a moment or two before taking the opportunity to sniff her fingers.
As soon as she realised what he was doing she snatched her hand away.
“Don’t” she said
“I thought you’d started without me darling” he said
“And I was right”
“You’re horrible” she said and turned her back to him and had it not been dark he would have seen her whole body turn scarlet.
“I’m sorry honey” he said spooning her “I didn’t mean to embarrass you”
She shrugged her shoulders
“I couldn’t help it” Poppy said “I couldn’t stop myself”
“I think it’s really sexy,” he said truthfully
“Really?” she asked
“Really” he affirmed
“Now turn over so we can have a proper cuddle”
She did so and immediately buried her face in his neck and there they lay for an indeterminate time before it became apparent she wanted to make love again.
But as she tongued his ear and roughly yanked at his cock he brought a halt to proceedings.
“What’s wrong?” she said and abandoned his ear
“I’m sorry if I’m not doing it right”
“You’re doing everything perfectly” he assured her
“So what’s wrong then?”
“We need to talk” he explained
“What about?”
“Us”
“Us?” she asked
“I want there to be an “us” he said
“There is an “us” she said still absentmindedly tugging on him
“I don’t mean an occasional shag” he said “I want you all the time”
“What do you mean?”
“I love you Poppy” Colin said “and I want you here beside me every night”
“I love you too” she replied and kissed him with such passion while she still stroked his cock and then they made love again.
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Choice Tales from the Vale – (122) Damsel in Distress Again
(Part 01)
It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, which was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door.
Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.
As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”
He replied and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women.
They held that position for some time until Ellie’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below his waist began to stir itself.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, soft lips, hot mouth and an electric tongue.
The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them having sex in the hallway and then making love a second time in the spare room.
The reason for her distress was that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the sex and the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.
A brief affair followed that first evening of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.
(Part 02)
But one Saturday morning when Greg was pottering about in the garage he was disturbed by a knock at the door.
Amanda was in Sunderland visiting her grandmother in hospital and wasn’t back until late on Sunday so he was enjoying himself making a mess without being reminded of the fact every thirty seconds.
He wiped his hands as he passed through the kitchen and opened the door and when he did Eleanor Gallaher pushed past him wearing the familiar knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt, and she was muttering something under her breath and started pacing up and down in the kitchen.
“What’s the matter?” he asked
But she just put a hand up in the “talk to the hand” gesture so he said no more and put the kettle on.
Greg made two drinks and picked one up and said as he headed out the door
“I’ll be in the garage when you’re ready to talk”
It was about ten minutes later when she appeared and shuffled in silently.
She had calmed down a lot but Greg didn’t say anything, he would wait for her to speak first but in the end it was Greg who broke the silence.
Eleanor was bending over a box of books and was looking through them and as she did so the denim of her dungarees stretched tight around her buttocks and he got the faintest tingle down below.
Greg walked up behind her and as she stood up from her perusal he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed straight for her breasts and past the point at which he would have expected to have been thwarted until he had scooped the cups off her breasts and he was feeling their exquisite form.
“I thought your boyfriend wouldn’t like it?” he said as he squeezed her little tits and kissed her neck.
“He’s not going to get it” she replied and pushed her arse against the growing bulge in his jeans.
She turned her head towards him and he leant in to kiss her, and as their tongues became engaged he reluctantly released his grip on her breasts and slipped the braces of her dungarees off her shoulders and they fell to the ground with a swish.
And then he slipped his hands back inside her tee shirt and cupped her breasts again and teased her sensitive nipples.
Eleanor showed no sign of relinquishing his tongue so his right hand travelled south across her flat belly to her well-groomed bush while she continued to rub the cheeks of her pert arse against his bulge and managed to get a cheek either side of it so the lump in his trousers was rubbing up and down her bum crack and she began moaning in his mouth at first softly but growing louder as his finger left her well-trimmed pubes and slipped into her lathery quim.
Minutes later she could no longer sustain the marathon kiss and stood with her head back moaning loudly with the application of his digits which creamed her till she came.
(Part 03)
With her dungarees around her ankles he lifted her off the ground leaving the denim and her flip flops where they lay and carried her to the bench and bent her over it.
She was wearing the big navy blue knickers of which he had often removed from her skinny arse and grabbed the waistband with both hands and yanked them smartly downward.
His cock was fit to burst through the denim of his jeans, if he hadn’t undone the zip, as he stared at Eleanor bent over the bench resting on her elbows.
So he quickly grabbed her hips and in one easy movement penetrated her, which was, judging by her vocal response, very much to her satisfaction
She came up off her elbows and had her palms against the garage wall to brace herself.
This left her beautiful little tits swinging so he gratefully cupped them as he fucked her to a mutually satisfactory conclusion.
After they had redressed themselves he went in the house and got a couple of cans of beer from the fridge while Eleanor went to pee.
When she appeared he handed her a beer.
“So what made you change your mind?” he asked
“I didn’t really” Eleanor replied “I broke up with Kevin”
“Why?” I asked
“He was playing away” she said bitterly “all the while I was being faithful and not letting you shag my brains out, he was shagging some slutty barmaid”
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely
“I don’t know why you’re sorry” she said, “You got what you wanted”
“So did you” he corrected her
“Yes I did” she replied and blushed
“But I don’t want you to think this was just revenge sex”
“It’s alright I don’t mind” Greg said
“That’s not what I mean” Eleanor said
“I want us to become a regular thing again, I was stupid to push you away”
“I see” he said
“I’m still looking for Mr. Right but I want you as well”
She stood up and climbed out of her dungarees and pulled her tee shirt off over her head and Eleanor stood in his kitchen, her cute breasts hanging naked and unrestrained.
While wearing only her big navy blue knickers, which were more wet than dry, waiting for her second helping of cock.
It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, which was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door.
Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.
As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”
He replied and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women.
They held that position for some time until Ellie’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below his waist began to stir itself.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, soft lips, hot mouth and an electric tongue.
The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them having sex in the hallway and then making love a second time in the spare room.
The reason for her distress was that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the sex and the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.
A brief affair followed that first evening of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.
(Part 02)
But one Saturday morning when Greg was pottering about in the garage he was disturbed by a knock at the door.
Amanda was in Sunderland visiting her grandmother in hospital and wasn’t back until late on Sunday so he was enjoying himself making a mess without being reminded of the fact every thirty seconds.
He wiped his hands as he passed through the kitchen and opened the door and when he did Eleanor Gallaher pushed past him wearing the familiar knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt, and she was muttering something under her breath and started pacing up and down in the kitchen.
“What’s the matter?” he asked
But she just put a hand up in the “talk to the hand” gesture so he said no more and put the kettle on.
Greg made two drinks and picked one up and said as he headed out the door
“I’ll be in the garage when you’re ready to talk”
It was about ten minutes later when she appeared and shuffled in silently.
She had calmed down a lot but Greg didn’t say anything, he would wait for her to speak first but in the end it was Greg who broke the silence.
Eleanor was bending over a box of books and was looking through them and as she did so the denim of her dungarees stretched tight around her buttocks and he got the faintest tingle down below.
Greg walked up behind her and as she stood up from her perusal he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed straight for her breasts and past the point at which he would have expected to have been thwarted until he had scooped the cups off her breasts and he was feeling their exquisite form.
“I thought your boyfriend wouldn’t like it?” he said as he squeezed her little tits and kissed her neck.
“He’s not going to get it” she replied and pushed her arse against the growing bulge in his jeans.
She turned her head towards him and he leant in to kiss her, and as their tongues became engaged he reluctantly released his grip on her breasts and slipped the braces of her dungarees off her shoulders and they fell to the ground with a swish.
And then he slipped his hands back inside her tee shirt and cupped her breasts again and teased her sensitive nipples.
Eleanor showed no sign of relinquishing his tongue so his right hand travelled south across her flat belly to her well-groomed bush while she continued to rub the cheeks of her pert arse against his bulge and managed to get a cheek either side of it so the lump in his trousers was rubbing up and down her bum crack and she began moaning in his mouth at first softly but growing louder as his finger left her well-trimmed pubes and slipped into her lathery quim.
Minutes later she could no longer sustain the marathon kiss and stood with her head back moaning loudly with the application of his digits which creamed her till she came.
(Part 03)
With her dungarees around her ankles he lifted her off the ground leaving the denim and her flip flops where they lay and carried her to the bench and bent her over it.
She was wearing the big navy blue knickers of which he had often removed from her skinny arse and grabbed the waistband with both hands and yanked them smartly downward.
His cock was fit to burst through the denim of his jeans, if he hadn’t undone the zip, as he stared at Eleanor bent over the bench resting on her elbows.
So he quickly grabbed her hips and in one easy movement penetrated her, which was, judging by her vocal response, very much to her satisfaction
She came up off her elbows and had her palms against the garage wall to brace herself.
This left her beautiful little tits swinging so he gratefully cupped them as he fucked her to a mutually satisfactory conclusion.
After they had redressed themselves he went in the house and got a couple of cans of beer from the fridge while Eleanor went to pee.
When she appeared he handed her a beer.
“So what made you change your mind?” he asked
“I didn’t really” Eleanor replied “I broke up with Kevin”
“Why?” I asked
“He was playing away” she said bitterly “all the while I was being faithful and not letting you shag my brains out, he was shagging some slutty barmaid”
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely
“I don’t know why you’re sorry” she said, “You got what you wanted”
“So did you” he corrected her
“Yes I did” she replied and blushed
“But I don’t want you to think this was just revenge sex”
“It’s alright I don’t mind” Greg said
“That’s not what I mean” Eleanor said
“I want us to become a regular thing again, I was stupid to push you away”
“I see” he said
“I’m still looking for Mr. Right but I want you as well”
She stood up and climbed out of her dungarees and pulled her tee shirt off over her head and Eleanor stood in his kitchen, her cute breasts hanging naked and unrestrained.
While wearing only her big navy blue knickers, which were more wet than dry, waiting for her second helping of cock.
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