(Part 01)
Molly Curtis was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she had a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Elliott, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.
When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved cock and cunny in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Paul Barker who was a renowned womaniser who had a big house in the village of Clarence a mile or so from Purplemere.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Paul put it about every bit as much as she did.
So being at a large Hospital she came into contact with a lot of potential partners male and female.
Like when she was doing a rotation on Paediatrics and she met paediatric registrar Polly Jones for the first time
Polly was a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.
But sadly for Molly she was also happily married to an oncologist.
Although she was resigned to the fact she was not going to get in her knickers Molly made no secret of the fact to Dr Jones that she fancied her and flirted outrageously with her.
So when Christmas came around and she drew Polly’s name in the Secret Santa she bought her some really slutty underwear, which although she accepted she would never see Polly in them just thought of her wearing the slutty scanties turned her on so much that she flicked herself off halfway through wrapping them.
When the big day came she watched Polly carefully as she took the present from under the tree and carefully opened it at the nurse’s station and then blushed scarlet when she saw the contents.
Molly was so thrilled at the Doctors reaction to the sinful selection that she had to go and flick herself off in the ladies and almost forgot to open her own gift.
(Part 02)
When Molly opened the small Secret Santa gift she was more than a little disappointed.
It was a three day, all inclusive spa break for one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel, and although it was an expensive gift, for more than she spent on the lustful lingerie, it wasn’t really her kind of thing at all.
Molly was in no way the rest and relaxation detox kind of girl.
She liked burning the candle at both ends and shagging someone’s socks off.
In fact if it hadn’t been for the fact that Samantha was so miffed about her going off for a weekend without her she would have given the voucher to someone else.
It was perhaps childish and in the realms of cutting off her nose to spite herself but she thought it was worth it just to see the look on Samantha’s sulky face as she left.
By the time she arrived at the Spa however she had resolved to make the best of it and try to get her Secret Santa their monies worth and when she was greeted in reception by a very attractive specimen of a man, her spirits rose.
He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking, and she just hoped he wasn’t gay.
When she was settled into her room she went on a tour of the facilities to see if she could find something “interesting” to do.
As it was a cold winter day she decided to stay inside and began with refreshments.
Which was when she got the first surprise of the weekend when she saw, already sitting in the cafeteria wrapped in a pristine white towelling robe, Doctor Polly Jones.
“What kept you?” the smiling Doctor asked and Molly was speechless.
“I didn’t expect to see you here” she said
“I love coming here” Polly said “But I hate coming alone”
“So why me? And not your husband” Molly asked
“This is not his kind of thing at all” she replied “and you’re a good laugh so I thought we’d have fun”
“You could have had fun with a male friend” she said
“No way” she said “I’ve never cheated on Derek with another man”
“You love him?” Molly asked
“Very much so” she replied “What about you and Samantha?”
“What love you mean?”
“Yes, do you love Samantha?” Polly asked
“No, Samantha is just my fall back until something better comes along” she replied
“I see” she said “and what about your sex mad cousin?”
“He’s my fuck buddy” she replied and laughed
The conversation moved on then to discuss the range of what was on offer, from fitness classes, the gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure, in the end they settled on a massage followed by a sauna.
The massage was wonderful and Molly was feeling very relaxed as she sat in the sauna room.
“I think it’s time for some of that “Fun” I was talking about” Polly said after she joined her a few minutes later, and as she locked the door she turned towards Molly, got her second surprise of the day when she slipped off her robe and stood in front of Molly completely naked.
“I thought you were happily married” Molly said
“I am”
“And you said you’ve never been unfaithful to Derek” Molly pointed out
“I haven’t” Polly replied “Not with a man”
Now Molly wasn’t a shy girl by any stretch of the imagination but even she was a little shocked and surprised by Polly’s boldness as the doctor gently pulled her thighs apart and feasted on her delights
“Oh god” Molly responded and thought to herself as Polly’s tongue probed between her shaven lips
“Someone better has come along”
Monday, 5 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (136) Private Consultation
(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.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.
So whenever an opportunity to enjoy Celeste’s heavenly body presented itself he grabbed it with both hands.
What he didn’t know however, was that Celeste felt the same way, she loved Linda and she loved it when they made love and the threesomes with Linda and Nigel blew her mind.
Though when she made the decision to seduce Nigel it opened up another world of sensual pleasure, dirty, lustful, naked pleasure.
And indulging in “private consultations” with him turned her on so much that sometimes they were all she could think of, and her plots and plans made it all the more exciting, as did doing it behind Linda back or under her nose.
She loved the excitement of sneaking around and it made her even hotter and wetter.
Sometimes they did it in his house, occasionally in hers and from time to time at the surgery and even on occasion in her car, his was far too small.
(Part 02)
As Celeste was the senior partner and Nigel was practise manager they were pushed together by work and they both relished their closeness and the possibility of intimacy that accompanied it.
One such occasion occurred during evening surgery Linda had just started the well man clinic, which Celeste knew would last just under an hour so she went into Nigel’s office and closed the door.
Nigel was stood by his desk so she walked over to him and leant on his desk and kissed him.
“This is a nice surprise” he said
“Yes and we don’t have long” she replied and started pulling his trousers and pants down and Celeste smiled lustily at him and kissed him as her fingers started caressing his member.
“Isn’t Linda still in the building?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “but she’s running the “Well man” she replied still stroking his cock “and I have a well man of my own to worry about”
Her smiling lips then descended immediately to his cock, her tongue feathering his purple head before devouring him in one delightful mouthful.
“Oh Celeste that’s so good” he said and lowered himself onto his chair.
After five minutes of toe curling head the dirty Doctor got to her feet and she lifted her skirt to show she was naked underneath.
She wiped her mouth and prepared to climb aboard his cock, still was still moist with her saliva and standing tall and proud due to her oral attentions.
But he halted her progress with an outstretched hand and said
“I want you completely naked”
“I can’t”
“You can” he replied and stroked his cock
She quickly, if reluctantly, complied, wriggling out of her dress and discarding it and he feasted his eyes on her thick hairy triangle.
After that her white blouse went the same way which left only her smooth cupped white bra, she reached behind her back and unhooked it and the front of it flopped down exposing her beautiful breasts and her bra hung loosely around her shoulders like a redundant shoulder holster until she threw it aside.
He gave her a smile and she climbed on his lap and slithered down him and as she did so Celeste let out a long breathy sigh.
She then wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hooked her heels around the chair legs and then rode him hard on the chair, pounding on his shaft with her wet velvety pussy, her pelvis pumping on him frenetically like a piston.
Nigel’s hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell, and her squeals and moans, in his ear through her gritted teeth, were growing in intensity as the pace quickened.
Faster and faster, louder and louder until she came with an animal yelp and he pulsed inside her.
Nigel scooted his chair under the desk so he could get a better look of Celeste redressing herself by the door.
She had rehomed her magnificent breast in the smooth white cups and was buttoning her blouse when the door opened and Nurse Linda Barnes appeared and asked
“Have you seen Dr Hanley, Mr Guy?”
Very formal he thought for someone who had only recently sat on his face with his cock in her mouth.
“Not since this afternoon” he lied as he sat at his desk with his trousers and pants round his knees and the good Doctors secretions drying on his semi hard cock as he was staring at Celeste’s hairy bush.
“Ok” she said “but if you see her can you tell her I had to go on a home visit”
“Sure thing” he said as his cock twitched and Celeste began unbuttoning her blouse again.
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.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.
So whenever an opportunity to enjoy Celeste’s heavenly body presented itself he grabbed it with both hands.
What he didn’t know however, was that Celeste felt the same way, she loved Linda and she loved it when they made love and the threesomes with Linda and Nigel blew her mind.
Though when she made the decision to seduce Nigel it opened up another world of sensual pleasure, dirty, lustful, naked pleasure.
And indulging in “private consultations” with him turned her on so much that sometimes they were all she could think of, and her plots and plans made it all the more exciting, as did doing it behind Linda back or under her nose.
She loved the excitement of sneaking around and it made her even hotter and wetter.
Sometimes they did it in his house, occasionally in hers and from time to time at the surgery and even on occasion in her car, his was far too small.
(Part 02)
As Celeste was the senior partner and Nigel was practise manager they were pushed together by work and they both relished their closeness and the possibility of intimacy that accompanied it.
One such occasion occurred during evening surgery Linda had just started the well man clinic, which Celeste knew would last just under an hour so she went into Nigel’s office and closed the door.
Nigel was stood by his desk so she walked over to him and leant on his desk and kissed him.
“This is a nice surprise” he said
“Yes and we don’t have long” she replied and started pulling his trousers and pants down and Celeste smiled lustily at him and kissed him as her fingers started caressing his member.
“Isn’t Linda still in the building?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “but she’s running the “Well man” she replied still stroking his cock “and I have a well man of my own to worry about”
Her smiling lips then descended immediately to his cock, her tongue feathering his purple head before devouring him in one delightful mouthful.
“Oh Celeste that’s so good” he said and lowered himself onto his chair.
After five minutes of toe curling head the dirty Doctor got to her feet and she lifted her skirt to show she was naked underneath.
She wiped her mouth and prepared to climb aboard his cock, still was still moist with her saliva and standing tall and proud due to her oral attentions.
But he halted her progress with an outstretched hand and said
“I want you completely naked”
“I can’t”
“You can” he replied and stroked his cock
She quickly, if reluctantly, complied, wriggling out of her dress and discarding it and he feasted his eyes on her thick hairy triangle.
After that her white blouse went the same way which left only her smooth cupped white bra, she reached behind her back and unhooked it and the front of it flopped down exposing her beautiful breasts and her bra hung loosely around her shoulders like a redundant shoulder holster until she threw it aside.
He gave her a smile and she climbed on his lap and slithered down him and as she did so Celeste let out a long breathy sigh.
She then wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hooked her heels around the chair legs and then rode him hard on the chair, pounding on his shaft with her wet velvety pussy, her pelvis pumping on him frenetically like a piston.
Nigel’s hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell, and her squeals and moans, in his ear through her gritted teeth, were growing in intensity as the pace quickened.
Faster and faster, louder and louder until she came with an animal yelp and he pulsed inside her.
Nigel scooted his chair under the desk so he could get a better look of Celeste redressing herself by the door.
She had rehomed her magnificent breast in the smooth white cups and was buttoning her blouse when the door opened and Nurse Linda Barnes appeared and asked
“Have you seen Dr Hanley, Mr Guy?”
Very formal he thought for someone who had only recently sat on his face with his cock in her mouth.
“Not since this afternoon” he lied as he sat at his desk with his trousers and pants round his knees and the good Doctors secretions drying on his semi hard cock as he was staring at Celeste’s hairy bush.
“Ok” she said “but if you see her can you tell her I had to go on a home visit”
“Sure thing” he said as his cock twitched and Celeste began unbuttoning her blouse again.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (135) In a Fragrant Meadow
In a fragrant meadow in the Finchbottom Vale on a warm summer’s day a young man’s hands glide over her sumptuous curves and contours in a sensual exploration of her silken landscape.
Her flesh tingles beneath his skilful intimate touch and her breath starts to pant as her nipples swell in arousal standing in sharp relief as his lips and tongue pay court and he feels the glow of passion swell.
Sweet sensual moans join the soundtrack of the meadow as with nimble fingers he explored the seat of her musk and then like a bee who would visit a dewy rose he sips nectar from her moist blossom, each petal sensually caressed and he drinks deeply of her labial delights before in the sweet meadow grass his passion enters her portal of ecstasy.
Her flesh tingles beneath his skilful intimate touch and her breath starts to pant as her nipples swell in arousal standing in sharp relief as his lips and tongue pay court and he feels the glow of passion swell.
Sweet sensual moans join the soundtrack of the meadow as with nimble fingers he explored the seat of her musk and then like a bee who would visit a dewy rose he sips nectar from her moist blossom, each petal sensually caressed and he drinks deeply of her labial delights before in the sweet meadow grass his passion enters her portal of ecstasy.
Sunday, 4 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (134) Rained Off
(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 or even make love in the woods like they did once in a storm.
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.
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 holding a Golfing brolley above her.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
“Hi gorgeous” he said “I didn’t think you’d be here today”
“I wanted to see you darling” she said and they kissed
The last time she was wearing that outfit when they met in the wood they made love beneath the oak.
But that was before the leaves were shed now there was no protection from the rain,
(Part 02)
“Hi gorgeous” he said “I didn’t think you’d be here today”
“I wanted to see you darling” she said and they kissed
The last time she was wearing that outfit when they met in the wood they made love beneath the oak.
But that was before the leaves were shed now there was no protection from the rain,
“I wanted to see you too” he confessed
They both knew what they wanted to happen; she wanted him to make love to her and share in the afterglow and he just wanted her with him to share his bed.
“Come to mine” he implored
“I can’t” she replied “I have a million things to do”
“Are you sure?” he asked
“I’m sorry,” she said and forced a smile “I can’t”
“I’ll give you lunch as well” he countered
“I want to so much” she said sadly
Just then it started raining hard again so they kissed goodbye and then went their separate ways, Antonia ran towards home and he ran across to the clubhouse and then drive to his home.
He got absolutely soaked to the skin as he jogged and trotted to the clubhouse so when he got home the first thing he did after putting the kettle on, was change out of his wet clothes and into a dressing gown, he couldn’t believe in that short space of time that he could get soaked to the skin, even his pants got wet.
As the rain continued to beat down he was sat in his kitchen drinking coffee and regretting not being able to make love to Antonia in the woods and then he remembered just how good it felt to be inside her.
He drained his cup and thought a hot shower was next on the agenda when there was a light tapping on the kitchen window.
When he turned around all he could see was an umbrella, so he opened the door and the umbrella tipped backwards to reveal a sodden Antonia.
“Come in, come in” he said
“You came”
“If you ask me that question later will I be able to answer yes?” she asked saucily and they both laughed and she kicked off her shoes by the back door.
“Well I think we need to get you out of those wet clothes” he advised
“You promised me lunch first” she said indignantly
“Do you want lunch first?” he queried
“No” she replied and not for the first time that day they kissed.
After a few moments Paul turned her around so her back was towards him and he slipped off the argyle cardigan as she looked up at him over her shoulder and he kissed her again as he unbuttoned her shirt.
Obligingly Antonia breathed in for him as he yanked the shirt tails from her waistband and threw it on the table, they stopped kissing and she just leaned back against him breathing deeply.
He glanced down and saw her breasts rising and falling as he undid her skirt.
With a little wiggle of her hips the skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it and Antonia turned to face him and there she stood a sight he thought he would never see, Antonia Tarling-Toley wearing an Ivory Teddy and long blue argyle socks, not a stylish look, he thought, but deliciously horny.
(Part 03)
With a little wiggle of her hips the skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it and Antonia turned to face him and there she stood a sight he thought he would never see, Antonia Tarling-Toley wearing an Ivory Teddy and long blue argyle socks, not a stylish look, he thought, but deliciously horny.
The humour of the situation was not lost on Antonia and she smiled an indulgent smile before she undid the belt on his bath robe.
“Take it off” she ordered so he slipped it off and it fell to the floor, as it did so one of her well-manicured hands began to caress his torso while the other took hold of his shaft and tugged on it roughly and then she leant in towards him and kissed his skin and by the roughness of her tugging he knew it was time,
But before Paul had time to act her mobile went off and she got on her hands and knees rummaging amongst her clothes.
It was in the pocket of her skirt, she took it out and sat on a kitchen chair and answered it.
“Hi mum” she said absentmindedly stroking his dick
“Yes I’m still in Abbottsford”
“If you could pick them up that would be fab”
“I’m not sure how long” Paul held up a couple of fingers “would two hours be ok?”
“Brilliant, thanks mum, see you later bye”
“Two hours?” she said to him “what are we going to do for two hours”?
“come with me and I’ll show you” he said and led her by the hand and took her upstairs, once inside his bedroom she crawled onto the bed on all fours and he un-popped her gusset, then she pulled the garment over her hips exposing her round buttocks and her bejewelled lips.
Paul quickly joined her on the bed and knelt behind her and gripped her hips and plunged his stiff shaft between her eager lips and breath left her like air escaping through a valve and the harder he pumped the courser the breath.
He reached up and yanked her Teddy forward liberating the wondrous inhabitants and once her ripe fruits were revealed and hanging free, he greedily groped and squeezed them while he repeatedly penetrated her hot cunny.
Antonia turned her head and gave him a smile as he cupped her magnificent globes and she was emitting low rasping moans in response to his penetrations as he drove on until she went rigid and Antonia let out a smug scream of satisfaction and then they collapsed breathless on the bed
“Now can I have lunch?” she panted
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 or even make love in the woods like they did once in a storm.
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.
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 holding a Golfing brolley above her.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
“Hi gorgeous” he said “I didn’t think you’d be here today”
“I wanted to see you darling” she said and they kissed
The last time she was wearing that outfit when they met in the wood they made love beneath the oak.
But that was before the leaves were shed now there was no protection from the rain,
(Part 02)
“Hi gorgeous” he said “I didn’t think you’d be here today”
“I wanted to see you darling” she said and they kissed
The last time she was wearing that outfit when they met in the wood they made love beneath the oak.
But that was before the leaves were shed now there was no protection from the rain,
“I wanted to see you too” he confessed
They both knew what they wanted to happen; she wanted him to make love to her and share in the afterglow and he just wanted her with him to share his bed.
“Come to mine” he implored
“I can’t” she replied “I have a million things to do”
“Are you sure?” he asked
“I’m sorry,” she said and forced a smile “I can’t”
“I’ll give you lunch as well” he countered
“I want to so much” she said sadly
Just then it started raining hard again so they kissed goodbye and then went their separate ways, Antonia ran towards home and he ran across to the clubhouse and then drive to his home.
He got absolutely soaked to the skin as he jogged and trotted to the clubhouse so when he got home the first thing he did after putting the kettle on, was change out of his wet clothes and into a dressing gown, he couldn’t believe in that short space of time that he could get soaked to the skin, even his pants got wet.
As the rain continued to beat down he was sat in his kitchen drinking coffee and regretting not being able to make love to Antonia in the woods and then he remembered just how good it felt to be inside her.
He drained his cup and thought a hot shower was next on the agenda when there was a light tapping on the kitchen window.
When he turned around all he could see was an umbrella, so he opened the door and the umbrella tipped backwards to reveal a sodden Antonia.
“Come in, come in” he said
“You came”
“If you ask me that question later will I be able to answer yes?” she asked saucily and they both laughed and she kicked off her shoes by the back door.
“Well I think we need to get you out of those wet clothes” he advised
“You promised me lunch first” she said indignantly
“Do you want lunch first?” he queried
“No” she replied and not for the first time that day they kissed.
After a few moments Paul turned her around so her back was towards him and he slipped off the argyle cardigan as she looked up at him over her shoulder and he kissed her again as he unbuttoned her shirt.
Obligingly Antonia breathed in for him as he yanked the shirt tails from her waistband and threw it on the table, they stopped kissing and she just leaned back against him breathing deeply.
He glanced down and saw her breasts rising and falling as he undid her skirt.
With a little wiggle of her hips the skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it and Antonia turned to face him and there she stood a sight he thought he would never see, Antonia Tarling-Toley wearing an Ivory Teddy and long blue argyle socks, not a stylish look, he thought, but deliciously horny.
(Part 03)
With a little wiggle of her hips the skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it and Antonia turned to face him and there she stood a sight he thought he would never see, Antonia Tarling-Toley wearing an Ivory Teddy and long blue argyle socks, not a stylish look, he thought, but deliciously horny.
The humour of the situation was not lost on Antonia and she smiled an indulgent smile before she undid the belt on his bath robe.
“Take it off” she ordered so he slipped it off and it fell to the floor, as it did so one of her well-manicured hands began to caress his torso while the other took hold of his shaft and tugged on it roughly and then she leant in towards him and kissed his skin and by the roughness of her tugging he knew it was time,
But before Paul had time to act her mobile went off and she got on her hands and knees rummaging amongst her clothes.
It was in the pocket of her skirt, she took it out and sat on a kitchen chair and answered it.
“Hi mum” she said absentmindedly stroking his dick
“Yes I’m still in Abbottsford”
“If you could pick them up that would be fab”
“I’m not sure how long” Paul held up a couple of fingers “would two hours be ok?”
“Brilliant, thanks mum, see you later bye”
“Two hours?” she said to him “what are we going to do for two hours”?
“come with me and I’ll show you” he said and led her by the hand and took her upstairs, once inside his bedroom she crawled onto the bed on all fours and he un-popped her gusset, then she pulled the garment over her hips exposing her round buttocks and her bejewelled lips.
Paul quickly joined her on the bed and knelt behind her and gripped her hips and plunged his stiff shaft between her eager lips and breath left her like air escaping through a valve and the harder he pumped the courser the breath.
He reached up and yanked her Teddy forward liberating the wondrous inhabitants and once her ripe fruits were revealed and hanging free, he greedily groped and squeezed them while he repeatedly penetrated her hot cunny.
Antonia turned her head and gave him a smile as he cupped her magnificent globes and she was emitting low rasping moans in response to his penetrations as he drove on until she went rigid and Antonia let out a smug scream of satisfaction and then they collapsed breathless on the bed
“Now can I have lunch?” she panted
Choice Tales from the Vale – (133) The Halloween 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.
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 Maxlins 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 why they found themselves back there in October for the big Halloween extravaganza at Maxlins holiday camp.
But it wasn’t at Maxlins where they had their most exhilarating Halloween adventure.
(Part 02)
Gary and Sara went to The Sharpington Fun Park, unsurprisingly located in Sharpington-By-Sea.
The Fun Park was the first purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper all very tame compared to a 21st century roller coaster but what drew the Adventurers to it was the Ghost Train, which in their opinion was the perfect location for a Halloween shag.
Gary parked as close as he could to the Fun Park and when they got out Sara was dressed as a Witch and naturally her outfit was all black except for the white stripes on her thigh length socks and the red laces in her high-heeled ankle boots while Gary was dressed as a wizard, which really only consisted of a long cloak with stars on it over the top of a black caftan.
When they got to the Fun Park they bought a shed load of tokens because they didn’t know how long the ride was going to be.
But before they went in they went on the pier first for a spot of foreplay.
They were both naked beneath their costumes because they didn’t want anything to hinder them in their quest.
They stopped by a bench that looked out to sea and Gary sat down and Sara sat on his knee.
“Let the fun begin” she said and put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth in a very liquid kiss.
This served to stir his loins and he then set out to stimulate her, firstly he groped her sublimely firm and pliant breasts through her thin shirt and her teats, stiffened promptly to his touch.
She was now kissing him hard and hot as he moved his hand slowly along the inside of her thigh and she trembled beneath his touch but her legs opened up wide to allow his hand to advance.
She had no panties on for him to contend with but still he dallied and teased her before he slid his fingers between her lips, Sara stopped kissing him and rested her forehead against his where with her mouth open she emitted a long low growl of appreciation.
Beneath his finger her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her unguents was like liquid silk on his fingertips.
As he worked her gently she abruptly snapped her thighs shut and said through gritted teeth
“Time to go”
As they walked down the pier he had to borrow her hat to cover the great bulge in his caftan.
(Part 03)
Gary and Sara joined the short queue for the Ghost Train, they were counting on the fact that it wouldn’t be that popular, it was a bit tame for the 21st century.
They when round a couple of time while he gave her some serious fingering then twice more while she gave him great head, after the second time he was wearing her hat over his cock.
Sara handed over another token and they passed through the entrance again and the moment the door closed behind them Gary took the hat off his cock and Sara slid in front of him and gripped the handrail and Gary lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and held her hips as Sara impaled her tight pussy on his cock and pumped down on him repeatedly, and wonderfully dirty exclamation’s echoed around the Ghost Train and mingled with the screams.
But despite her obvious ecstasy and the consummate rhythm and her stamina showing no signs of wavering she didn’t manage to ride him to orgasm before the exit loomed large.
“Shit” she exclaimed and climbed off her position of pleasure and sat down heavily next to him just in the nick of time and Gary wore her hat again.
“Are you sure you want to go again?” the operator asked
“God yes” she snapped and handed him another token.
Once more they passed through the entrance but this time she didn’t wait for the door to close behind them before she snatched the hat off his cock and gripped the handrail again and as Gary lifted her skirt her syrupy fanny enveloped his cock yet again but this time she pumped down on him like her life depended on it, with her head thrown back like a baying wolf and her vocalizing was loud and rapid.
Gary was holding her cute arse as her well-toned thighs drove her hot creamy cunny down on him and then he joined in with her animal grunting as the dirty little witch rode him right up to the point his aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her round hips until she milked him dry of every drop of seed and then she leant against him.
“That was really dirty” Sara said as she slid stickily off him
“Dirty is good isn’t it?” he said
“Oh yes” she agreed and chuckled “Dirty is very good, we need to go round again though”
“Really?” he asked “Why?”
“Because I don’t think I can walk yet” she said and giggled
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.
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 Maxlins 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 why they found themselves back there in October for the big Halloween extravaganza at Maxlins holiday camp.
But it wasn’t at Maxlins where they had their most exhilarating Halloween adventure.
(Part 02)
Gary and Sara went to The Sharpington Fun Park, unsurprisingly located in Sharpington-By-Sea.
The Fun Park was the first purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper all very tame compared to a 21st century roller coaster but what drew the Adventurers to it was the Ghost Train, which in their opinion was the perfect location for a Halloween shag.
Gary parked as close as he could to the Fun Park and when they got out Sara was dressed as a Witch and naturally her outfit was all black except for the white stripes on her thigh length socks and the red laces in her high-heeled ankle boots while Gary was dressed as a wizard, which really only consisted of a long cloak with stars on it over the top of a black caftan.
When they got to the Fun Park they bought a shed load of tokens because they didn’t know how long the ride was going to be.
But before they went in they went on the pier first for a spot of foreplay.
They were both naked beneath their costumes because they didn’t want anything to hinder them in their quest.
They stopped by a bench that looked out to sea and Gary sat down and Sara sat on his knee.
“Let the fun begin” she said and put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth in a very liquid kiss.
This served to stir his loins and he then set out to stimulate her, firstly he groped her sublimely firm and pliant breasts through her thin shirt and her teats, stiffened promptly to his touch.
She was now kissing him hard and hot as he moved his hand slowly along the inside of her thigh and she trembled beneath his touch but her legs opened up wide to allow his hand to advance.
She had no panties on for him to contend with but still he dallied and teased her before he slid his fingers between her lips, Sara stopped kissing him and rested her forehead against his where with her mouth open she emitted a long low growl of appreciation.
Beneath his finger her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her unguents was like liquid silk on his fingertips.
As he worked her gently she abruptly snapped her thighs shut and said through gritted teeth
“Time to go”
As they walked down the pier he had to borrow her hat to cover the great bulge in his caftan.
(Part 03)
Gary and Sara joined the short queue for the Ghost Train, they were counting on the fact that it wouldn’t be that popular, it was a bit tame for the 21st century.
They when round a couple of time while he gave her some serious fingering then twice more while she gave him great head, after the second time he was wearing her hat over his cock.
Sara handed over another token and they passed through the entrance again and the moment the door closed behind them Gary took the hat off his cock and Sara slid in front of him and gripped the handrail and Gary lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and held her hips as Sara impaled her tight pussy on his cock and pumped down on him repeatedly, and wonderfully dirty exclamation’s echoed around the Ghost Train and mingled with the screams.
But despite her obvious ecstasy and the consummate rhythm and her stamina showing no signs of wavering she didn’t manage to ride him to orgasm before the exit loomed large.
“Shit” she exclaimed and climbed off her position of pleasure and sat down heavily next to him just in the nick of time and Gary wore her hat again.
“Are you sure you want to go again?” the operator asked
“God yes” she snapped and handed him another token.
Once more they passed through the entrance but this time she didn’t wait for the door to close behind them before she snatched the hat off his cock and gripped the handrail again and as Gary lifted her skirt her syrupy fanny enveloped his cock yet again but this time she pumped down on him like her life depended on it, with her head thrown back like a baying wolf and her vocalizing was loud and rapid.
Gary was holding her cute arse as her well-toned thighs drove her hot creamy cunny down on him and then he joined in with her animal grunting as the dirty little witch rode him right up to the point his aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her round hips until she milked him dry of every drop of seed and then she leant against him.
“That was really dirty” Sara said as she slid stickily off him
“Dirty is good isn’t it?” he said
“Oh yes” she agreed and chuckled “Dirty is very good, we need to go round again though”
“Really?” he asked “Why?”
“Because I don’t think I can walk yet” she said and giggled
Choice Tales from the Vale – (132) Strangers on a Train
(Part 01)
It was in April 1961 during the final days of the age of steam when the Sharpington to Abbottsford train rattled through the Finchbottom Vale late on Sunday night.
Eric Pepper had spent the Bank Holiday Monday with a couple of mates in Sharpington but Harry and Len had pulled a couple of local girls so they decided to get the milk train back the next morning.
Eric was twenty three years old and had no hard feelings over his friends getting lucky he had his chance but he wasn’t looking for knee trembler in an alleyway or a bunk up under the pier, he was looking for something or someone a little more exotic.
So he left his friends to their cheap thrills with cheap slutty girls and got the train home.
He got aboard and slammed the door and walked down the corridor and went into the first compartment he came to.
When he slid the door closed he sat down and found himself sitting opposite a girl sitting quietly in the corner.
Her name was Rachel Kitcat and she had long straight brown hair and was on the plain side of pretty with a heavily freckled face, lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile, which she greeted him with.
Eric returned the smile and sat down and slowly appraised the short quiet girl in the pale lemon dress and cream cardigan.
Her legs were nice, he thought sheathed in tan coloured stockings and she had tiny feet, always a bonus for Eric, small feet.
Although he didn’t know it she was the same age as him and had also spent the day in Sharpington.
They spent the next twenty minutes exchanging glances, his of curiosity mixed with lechery, and hers of coquettishness.
But then the motion of the train soon began to lull him off, it was only the sound of a train rattling by in the opposite direction that brought him back and through half opened eyes he saw the girl seated diagonally opposite him across the aisle.
He was starting to close his eyes again thinking that he had already surveyed her meager attributes when she did something that brought him wide awake.
Her right leg was on the seat, bent at the knee, and was resting against the seat back and she drew it up towards herself, while her left leg was stretched across the gap between the seats.
The girl sat there, head back, eyes closed and a hand on each knee, and then very slowly she slid her hands down the inside of her thighs and under her skirt exposing her gorgeous stocking tops.
(Part 02)
Her eyes may have been closed but his were wide open as the fabric of her skirt slowly moved upward exposing a hint of bum cheek up her knicker leg.
The girls hand continued and the material kept on its upward trend and the full majesty of her hairy minge was visible through the silk of her drawers.
Rachel’s tiny hand and nimble finger then returned downward and one of them pulled the silk aside and he could see a glorious expanse of thick brown hair extending either side of her closed lips and when the lips peeled open like a piece of ripe fruit it revealed to him the soft moist pink flesh inside.
The girl then slipped her small digits between her open lips and began working diligently on herself while his pants bulged with appreciation for her craft.
She was good, very good, and the antics of the quiet girl he was compelled to watch certainly fell under the umbrella on the exotic.
And as he watched her deft fiddling fingers frigging at her fanny he suddenly became aware that however exciting she was, and it would undoubtedly make it to Eric’s wank bank, he thought to himself she was never going to finish herself off before the next station,
He knew the train was definitely going to arrive before she did.
So he moved across the aisle and perched on the edge of her seat, once in close proximity to her he could not detect the telltale smell of alcohol which he thought would explain her uninhibited performance.
Eric placed his left hand on the inside of her right thigh on her stocking top while two finger of his left hand invaded her creamy cunny and he frigged her as her own fingers continued their exotic work.
Rachel’s spare hand grasped his as it worked on her as she grew closer and closer and closer until she came and pulled his fingers hard into her cunny.
Then as her thighs came together Eric did something he hadn’t done since he was 15, he creamed his pants.
She smiled coyly at him as she released her grip on his hand.
“That was very nice….” he began
“Rachel” she said “My name is Rachel”
“That was very exotic Rachel” he continued
“I’m Eric” he said and kissed her on the lips as the train pulled into the station
“Is this you’re your station?” he asked
“No” she replied “I’m going to Abbottsford”
“Good” he said and kissed her again “So am I”
“So we’re both going all the way” she said and giggled
“Yes but maybe not today” he thought as he kissed her again with sticky pants.
It was in April 1961 during the final days of the age of steam when the Sharpington to Abbottsford train rattled through the Finchbottom Vale late on Sunday night.
Eric Pepper had spent the Bank Holiday Monday with a couple of mates in Sharpington but Harry and Len had pulled a couple of local girls so they decided to get the milk train back the next morning.
Eric was twenty three years old and had no hard feelings over his friends getting lucky he had his chance but he wasn’t looking for knee trembler in an alleyway or a bunk up under the pier, he was looking for something or someone a little more exotic.
So he left his friends to their cheap thrills with cheap slutty girls and got the train home.
He got aboard and slammed the door and walked down the corridor and went into the first compartment he came to.
When he slid the door closed he sat down and found himself sitting opposite a girl sitting quietly in the corner.
Her name was Rachel Kitcat and she had long straight brown hair and was on the plain side of pretty with a heavily freckled face, lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile, which she greeted him with.
Eric returned the smile and sat down and slowly appraised the short quiet girl in the pale lemon dress and cream cardigan.
Her legs were nice, he thought sheathed in tan coloured stockings and she had tiny feet, always a bonus for Eric, small feet.
Although he didn’t know it she was the same age as him and had also spent the day in Sharpington.
They spent the next twenty minutes exchanging glances, his of curiosity mixed with lechery, and hers of coquettishness.
But then the motion of the train soon began to lull him off, it was only the sound of a train rattling by in the opposite direction that brought him back and through half opened eyes he saw the girl seated diagonally opposite him across the aisle.
He was starting to close his eyes again thinking that he had already surveyed her meager attributes when she did something that brought him wide awake.
Her right leg was on the seat, bent at the knee, and was resting against the seat back and she drew it up towards herself, while her left leg was stretched across the gap between the seats.
The girl sat there, head back, eyes closed and a hand on each knee, and then very slowly she slid her hands down the inside of her thighs and under her skirt exposing her gorgeous stocking tops.
(Part 02)
Her eyes may have been closed but his were wide open as the fabric of her skirt slowly moved upward exposing a hint of bum cheek up her knicker leg.
The girls hand continued and the material kept on its upward trend and the full majesty of her hairy minge was visible through the silk of her drawers.
Rachel’s tiny hand and nimble finger then returned downward and one of them pulled the silk aside and he could see a glorious expanse of thick brown hair extending either side of her closed lips and when the lips peeled open like a piece of ripe fruit it revealed to him the soft moist pink flesh inside.
The girl then slipped her small digits between her open lips and began working diligently on herself while his pants bulged with appreciation for her craft.
She was good, very good, and the antics of the quiet girl he was compelled to watch certainly fell under the umbrella on the exotic.
And as he watched her deft fiddling fingers frigging at her fanny he suddenly became aware that however exciting she was, and it would undoubtedly make it to Eric’s wank bank, he thought to himself she was never going to finish herself off before the next station,
He knew the train was definitely going to arrive before she did.
So he moved across the aisle and perched on the edge of her seat, once in close proximity to her he could not detect the telltale smell of alcohol which he thought would explain her uninhibited performance.
Eric placed his left hand on the inside of her right thigh on her stocking top while two finger of his left hand invaded her creamy cunny and he frigged her as her own fingers continued their exotic work.
Rachel’s spare hand grasped his as it worked on her as she grew closer and closer and closer until she came and pulled his fingers hard into her cunny.
Then as her thighs came together Eric did something he hadn’t done since he was 15, he creamed his pants.
She smiled coyly at him as she released her grip on his hand.
“That was very nice….” he began
“Rachel” she said “My name is Rachel”
“That was very exotic Rachel” he continued
“I’m Eric” he said and kissed her on the lips as the train pulled into the station
“Is this you’re your station?” he asked
“No” she replied “I’m going to Abbottsford”
“Good” he said and kissed her again “So am I”
“So we’re both going all the way” she said and giggled
“Yes but maybe not today” he thought as he kissed her again with sticky pants.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (131) Will There Be Anything Else Madam?
(Part 01)
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
One of his first decisions was to the head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott into the assistant manager’s position.
This in turn created a vacancy and Blaire had no hesitation in recommending twenty seven years old Denise Adams.
Denise was a pretty girl with long straw coloured hair and she stood barely five feet tall.
She was slender and looked like a breath of wind would blow her away but she was as strong as an ox.
She and Blaire had started at the hotel on the same day and had become firm friends although in truth Denise would have liked their friendship to have developed into a sexual one but she realized very early on that Blaire was a cock only kind of girl, so they were just friends.
When Blaire struck lucky and got her promotion Denise was absolutely gob smacked when her friend recommended her for head of housekeeping, and in response she worked tirelessly to repay her faith in her.
This meant that she was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.
(Part 02)
Denise was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.
Which was why she was on duty one evening when a guest phoned down requesting additional towels.
With a bundle of towels in her arms Denise knocked on the door and a moment later Ann Belcher opened it.
“Fresh towels Madam” she said
“lovely” Denise thought as she looked her over, pretty face, blue eyes, soft shoulder length brown hair, 5t 3 or 4, early thirties, gorgeous figure, housed in a black cocktail dress, thick black tights and heels.
“Thank you” Ann said “Can you put them in the bathroom?”
Then she watched as Ann kicked off her shoes and sat on the sofa with her legs up.
After Denise had replaced the towels and generally tidied up she reappeared to find Ann sitting where she had last seen her.
“Will there be anything else madam?” she asked
And Ann tried to speak but tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran uncontrollably down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Denise rushed over to her and knelt on the floor beside her and offered herself up as comfort
“Whatever is the matter?” she asked which just elicited more sobs so she offered a consoling arm
“I’m so sorry” she said gratefully accepting Denise’s open arms and buried her tearstained face in her neck.
Denise then made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of her expertise.
They held that position for some time until Ann’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated altogether.
But still she held on to Denise tightly and began to nuzzle her neck and she could feel Ann’s breath on her skin, which was when her thoughts changed from those of consolation to those of lust.
While still nuzzling Denise’s neck her hands began to caress up and down her back and her nuzzles turned to kisses.
She reciprocated the caresses and in an instant Ann’s mouth was on hers.
Miss Belchers lips were soft, her mouth was hot and her tongue was energetic and her hands began to claw at Denise’s blouse, dragging it free of her waistband and then with great urgency she pulled herself upright so she was seated in front of the maid as her fingers fumbled at her shirt buttons and when she had accomplished her task she almost ripped the shirt off her back.
And then those trembling hands were on her flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
Denise meanwhile had one hand on the zip of the guests dress and tugged it down without ceremony while her other hand pulled the dress off her shoulder reluctantly Ann released her grip on Denise’s torso long enough to allow her dress to fall to her waist from where she quickly wriggled her arms free of the sleeves and then they returned to their previous task and unhooked the maids bra.
(Part 03)
The kissing became more intense as Denise’s attentions turned to the horny guests’ bra and released the fastener between the cups and replaced the black lace with her hands.
In response Ann snorted though her nose as Denise toyed with her stiffening nipples.
Denise pushed her backwards onto the sofa and broke her lips away from her mouth and quickly transferred her affections to her dark pink teats, sucking on them like a hungry child as her hand began its trek along the inside of Ann’s thigh, where only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights came between Denise and the silky skin of the guests inner thigh.
She loved the feel of the fabric against her palm, it felt so warm and welcoming in its density and as her hand crept ever-higher up Ann’s firm thigh, which along with its partner opened and closed in anticipation, and she moaned quietly as her buttocks squirmed on the sofa, her breaths becoming deep and erratic.
The maids hand reached the prize and could feel the heat from Ann’s pussy and as she looked down at Ann she could see she was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, and she was biting her lip and pulling her hair.
Her lips returned to Ann’s breasts, which were rising and falling and Denise could hear her heart pounding in her chest.
She stopped sucking on her tits again choosing instead to watch her as she reached the heart of her fire and fingered her though her tights and panties.
The 70 denier materiel was slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream oozed through the fabric, Ann wriggled beneath her hand and moaned like a whore.
Ann Belcher’s hands gripped the edges of the sofa until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.
The horny housekeeper reached up under her dress with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her arse and down her thighs, then she went up there again for her panties but this time the guest obliged her by lifting her arse off the sofa, and the black lace rolled easily off her buttocks but as she tugged her wet knickers from her crotch they made a sharp ripping sound like a plaster being removed which simultaneously made Ann gasp and Denise giggle.
The head of housekeeping then pulled both tights and panties all the way off one leg and holding that leg by the ankle she began kissing Ann all the way down her leg so she could give her a thorough muffing.
Denise got as far as the back of her knee when she exclaimed
“Oh God”
And by the time that lips reached lips she was begging for satisfaction.
Ann’s legs were spread wide, a neatly clipped triangle of brunette pussy hair pointing the way towards the dewy pink lips of her waiting cunny.
So Denise introduced her tongue between her lips and Ann let out a low animal growl.
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
One of his first decisions was to the head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott into the assistant manager’s position.
This in turn created a vacancy and Blaire had no hesitation in recommending twenty seven years old Denise Adams.
Denise was a pretty girl with long straw coloured hair and she stood barely five feet tall.
She was slender and looked like a breath of wind would blow her away but she was as strong as an ox.
She and Blaire had started at the hotel on the same day and had become firm friends although in truth Denise would have liked their friendship to have developed into a sexual one but she realized very early on that Blaire was a cock only kind of girl, so they were just friends.
When Blaire struck lucky and got her promotion Denise was absolutely gob smacked when her friend recommended her for head of housekeeping, and in response she worked tirelessly to repay her faith in her.
This meant that she was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.
(Part 02)
Denise was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.
Which was why she was on duty one evening when a guest phoned down requesting additional towels.
With a bundle of towels in her arms Denise knocked on the door and a moment later Ann Belcher opened it.
“Fresh towels Madam” she said
“lovely” Denise thought as she looked her over, pretty face, blue eyes, soft shoulder length brown hair, 5t 3 or 4, early thirties, gorgeous figure, housed in a black cocktail dress, thick black tights and heels.
“Thank you” Ann said “Can you put them in the bathroom?”
Then she watched as Ann kicked off her shoes and sat on the sofa with her legs up.
After Denise had replaced the towels and generally tidied up she reappeared to find Ann sitting where she had last seen her.
“Will there be anything else madam?” she asked
And Ann tried to speak but tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran uncontrollably down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Denise rushed over to her and knelt on the floor beside her and offered herself up as comfort
“Whatever is the matter?” she asked which just elicited more sobs so she offered a consoling arm
“I’m so sorry” she said gratefully accepting Denise’s open arms and buried her tearstained face in her neck.
Denise then made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of her expertise.
They held that position for some time until Ann’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated altogether.
But still she held on to Denise tightly and began to nuzzle her neck and she could feel Ann’s breath on her skin, which was when her thoughts changed from those of consolation to those of lust.
While still nuzzling Denise’s neck her hands began to caress up and down her back and her nuzzles turned to kisses.
She reciprocated the caresses and in an instant Ann’s mouth was on hers.
Miss Belchers lips were soft, her mouth was hot and her tongue was energetic and her hands began to claw at Denise’s blouse, dragging it free of her waistband and then with great urgency she pulled herself upright so she was seated in front of the maid as her fingers fumbled at her shirt buttons and when she had accomplished her task she almost ripped the shirt off her back.
And then those trembling hands were on her flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
Denise meanwhile had one hand on the zip of the guests dress and tugged it down without ceremony while her other hand pulled the dress off her shoulder reluctantly Ann released her grip on Denise’s torso long enough to allow her dress to fall to her waist from where she quickly wriggled her arms free of the sleeves and then they returned to their previous task and unhooked the maids bra.
(Part 03)
The kissing became more intense as Denise’s attentions turned to the horny guests’ bra and released the fastener between the cups and replaced the black lace with her hands.
In response Ann snorted though her nose as Denise toyed with her stiffening nipples.
Denise pushed her backwards onto the sofa and broke her lips away from her mouth and quickly transferred her affections to her dark pink teats, sucking on them like a hungry child as her hand began its trek along the inside of Ann’s thigh, where only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights came between Denise and the silky skin of the guests inner thigh.
She loved the feel of the fabric against her palm, it felt so warm and welcoming in its density and as her hand crept ever-higher up Ann’s firm thigh, which along with its partner opened and closed in anticipation, and she moaned quietly as her buttocks squirmed on the sofa, her breaths becoming deep and erratic.
The maids hand reached the prize and could feel the heat from Ann’s pussy and as she looked down at Ann she could see she was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, and she was biting her lip and pulling her hair.
Her lips returned to Ann’s breasts, which were rising and falling and Denise could hear her heart pounding in her chest.
She stopped sucking on her tits again choosing instead to watch her as she reached the heart of her fire and fingered her though her tights and panties.
The 70 denier materiel was slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream oozed through the fabric, Ann wriggled beneath her hand and moaned like a whore.
Ann Belcher’s hands gripped the edges of the sofa until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.
The horny housekeeper reached up under her dress with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her arse and down her thighs, then she went up there again for her panties but this time the guest obliged her by lifting her arse off the sofa, and the black lace rolled easily off her buttocks but as she tugged her wet knickers from her crotch they made a sharp ripping sound like a plaster being removed which simultaneously made Ann gasp and Denise giggle.
The head of housekeeping then pulled both tights and panties all the way off one leg and holding that leg by the ankle she began kissing Ann all the way down her leg so she could give her a thorough muffing.
Denise got as far as the back of her knee when she exclaimed
“Oh God”
And by the time that lips reached lips she was begging for satisfaction.
Ann’s legs were spread wide, a neatly clipped triangle of brunette pussy hair pointing the way towards the dewy pink lips of her waiting cunny.
So Denise introduced her tongue between her lips and Ann let out a low animal growl.
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