Friday, 9 June 2017

Choice Tales from the Vale – (149) Calming the Tempest

The party at the Clayton Manor Hotel was in full swing when Simone arrived, she’d had to work late so arranged to meet Ken at the party.
But a combination of bad luck and an awkward client meant she was even later than she had anticipated and when she walked into the function room she was ready to grovel in apology to him, but he was nowhere to be seen.
She asked around and eventually she ascertained he had last been seen crossing the terrace so she followed in his footsteps and it appeared it was too late for her apologies and was even too late to save her engagement as she found her Fiancé Ken otherwise engaged, with her cousin Brenda, who was bent over a planter with her knickers around her knees and his cock was inside her.
If Simone had been surprised by what greeted her on the Hotel terrace it was nothing compared to Ken’s surprise when she kicked him in the balls as he tried to put his cock back in his trousers and there was definitely a look of surprise on Brenda’s face a split second after Simone punched it as she tried to hoist her drawers back up, and she fell backwards over the planter.
With Ken doubled up and unable to speak and Brenda laying on her back with her legs in the air like an upturned beetle and her knickers still halfway up her thighs Simone stormed out of the Hotel like a Celtic Goddess with her flaming red hair streaming behind her.
She sped through the crowd of guests like a heat seeking missile and shot straight out into the car park and straight into Neil Hagger who was lost in thought as he walked the other way and they both ended up in a heap on the floor.
“Why don’t you look where you’re going you fucking idiot” she screamed, Neil total ignored Simone’s angry remarks and instead chose to look at the striking red head with an appraising eye.
“Are you ok?” he asked with concern
She looked confused at first, unable to comprehend why someone would be nice to her after she had firstly poleaxed him and then very rudely blamed him for it.
She opened her mouth to launch another tirade at him but dissolved into tears instead.
Neil took her in his arms and comforted her while she cried her pitiful tears and as they sat on the tarmac of the car park outside the Clayton Manor Hotel, where in the darkness she sobbed and dribbled on his new shirt, their hearts somehow became entwined.
And later that night as he comforted her again their bodies became entwined as well.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (148) Nanook of the North

(Part 01)

Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday, not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend
Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, and sexy with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.
He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.
Because the good fortune that brought Samantha into his life was the type of thing that didn’t happen to him, and everyone who witnessed them together unanimously agreed that he was punching well above his weight.
They first encountered each other at a business meeting at the Clayton Manor Hotel, where she was a potential new client and he was trying to win a new account, but the meeting was unresolved as it was love at first sight, heavily laced with lust.
Which ended with their mutual seduction and a passionate night spent in her suite.
But since that first meeting there had been many such nights and there seemed to be no sign of them abating.

However things had not been all plain sailing since they had met, though not between the two of them they were completely simpatico.
The problems stemmed from a different quarter entirely and from those who should have been the most delighted for them, their close friends and family.
Bob and Samantha were the victims of snobbery, inverted and otherwise.
Her family thought she had set her sights to low while his nearest and dearest believed he had set his too high.
Her friends thought he was common, while his thought she was a snob.
So as a result they had found it difficult to fit inside each other’s worlds, but the couple believed that love will out.
And Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said
“If you can’t live in my world and I can’t live in yours we shall just have to make a world of our own”
If he hadn’t been in love with her already he certainly would have been after that speech.

So having overcome their initial difficulties of not being accepted in each other’s worlds and having set out to make a world of their own, they made the decision, after a year of courting to move in together.

Samantha was from Tipton in the north of the county but when she fell in love with Bob she also fell in love with the Vale so they decided on buying a house in Forestdean that needed a bit of TLC.
Bob spent a lot of time doing up the house he was good at DIY so he had been staying in the house all week decorating and doing some repairs while Samantha was away on business.

(Part 02)

Samantha was from Tipton in the north of the county but when she fell in love with Bob she also fell in love with the Vale so they decided on buying a house in Forestdean that needed a bit of TLC.
Bob spent a lot of time doing up the house he was good at DIY so he had been staying in the house all week decorating and doing some repairs while Samantha was away on business.

It was during one of her trips away that the Vale was gripped in winters bitter grasp and snow fall and near blizzard conditions had closed a lot of the Downshire roads and Samantha was stranded in Abbottsford on the evening before Bob birthday.
“I can’t get back tonight darling” she said on the phone “But I’m going to try again in the morning”
“Don’t risk it hon” he said “it’s not worth it”
“But I want to celebrate your birthday with you” she said
“We can still celebrate the next day or the day after that”
He pointed out
“It won’t be the same though” she said sadly
“Promise me you won’t do anything silly” he said
“But…”
“Promise me” he insisted
“Ok I promise” Samantha said with her fingers crossed
“Ok I’ll see you soon” he said “I love you”
“Love you too”

Washed and shaved Bob decided to go and put the kettle on before he got dressed so he slipped on his dressing gown and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen and it was when he reached the bottom step that there was a loud knocking so he went to the door and when he opened it Nanook of the North stepped into the hallway.
The figure was dressed in a fur hat, long winter coat with a heavy woolen scarf wrapped around the neck and knee length boots and Nanook was carrying a hold all.
In fact the only part of them that was visible was there eyes but he recognized them immediately.
“Samantha?” he said, “What are you doing here?”
“I didn’t want to miss your birthday” she replied through her scarf.
“You could have had an accident” he said crossly and took off her fur hat and kissed her forehead as she un-wrapped the scarf from around her neck.
“Where’s your car? I didn’t hear you pull up,” he asked as she sat on the stairs and unzipped her boots
“Do the honours?” she said holding out a leg.
Bob hung her hat on a peg and pulled her boot off to reveal a knee length red sock”
“I had to park down on the main road and walked up” she replied as she held out the other leg
“Happy Birthday” she said and kissed him
“Thank you” he said “But I’m still cross with you”
“You can spank me later” Sam said and kissed him again

(Part 03)

“Happy Birthday” she said and kissed him
“Thank you” he said “But I’m still cross with you”
“You can spank me later” Sam said and kissed him again
“I didn’t want to miss your birthday” she replied “and I wanted you to have your present on the day”
“I didn’t mind waiting hon” he said “I would rather have had it late than risk losing you”
“It was quite safe” she said and kissed him softly “I followed a snow plough all the way”
“I don’t know what I would do if I lost you” he said and held her tightly
“That’s never going to happen” she whispered “You’re my soul mate”
“And you’re mine” he said
After a prolonged embrace she broke the silence
“Do you want your present now?” she asked
“Well as you risked life and limb to bring it to me I better had”
“Good choice” she responded as she unbuttoned her coat
“Happy Birthday” she shouted and slipped her coat off to reveal her beautiful figure in a red silk teddy, her lovely breasts well defined and her nipples standing proud through the shimmering silk in the cold hallway.
The only other thing she was wearing were the knee length red socks, silk stockings would have been sexier, but not by much, and he thought “needs must”.
Samantha stepped in close and they kissed as his hands caressed her back and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to him.
Her kiss was warm and sensual and every fibre of him tingled.
She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath as she spoke
“Where would you like me?” she panted.
“In front of the fire” he replied and kissed her hot mouth before taking her hand into the lounge where a log fire blazed.
Once inside Samantha pushed him back against the door and asked
“Aren’t you going to unwrap your gift?”
“You could unwrap it for me” he suggested
“Is that what you want?” she asked and he nodded, so Samantha stepped back so he had a good view and then she began caressing her breasts through the silk before they slowly descended across the red rippled silk until they settled at the top of her thighs.
Samantha gave him a wicked smile and then slowly, deliberately and oh so tantalizingly undid each popper on her crotch one by one by one and when the gusset hung loose between her slender thighs, she grabbed the bottom of her teddy in both hands and pulled it off over her head.
Samantha then looked at him coyly dropped the Red silk to the floor and rushed into his arms.
“I love my present” he said and she looked up at him childlike and smiled and then he kissed her smiling lips.
Bob cupped her firm round breasts and felt her stiff rosebud nipples pressing against his palm before he fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair.

(Part 04)

Bob cupped her firm round breasts and felt her stiff rosebud nipples pressing against his palm before he fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Her skin was soft and silky and smelled of coconut oil as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly and his hands settled on her fleshy cheeks.
Bob kissed her lower and lower until his face was buried in her lush Jasmine fragranced bush with an under note of her exotic musk.
“Do it as if it was our first time” she implored.
“What?”
“Pretend that this is our first time” she asked
“I don’t have to pretend Samantha” he replied “every time is as special as the first time for me”
And with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into his arms and they kissed and then with real urgency she scrambled on to the hearth rug and waited for him.
She didn’t have to wait long as he scrambled after her and lay half on and half off of her delicious body.
Bob put his hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated her aperture and they dissolved into a sea of passion.
His hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest as Samantha’s hands scratched lightly at his back.
Bobs hand then crossed her belly and as his fingers combed through her tousled bush he stopped kissing her.
Samantha looked up at him open mouthed as his digits progressed, she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.
Between her parted lips his fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions.
Their foreheads touched and she panted in his face with each tender touch until her body tensed and she gasped.
Bob kissed her hot panting mouth as he maneuvered above her and
Samantha exuded a divinely sensual sound as he entered her.
In the glow of the firelight on that winter morning as they made love her hands were on his buttocks and as the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La, and he could feel the burning heat from her, and Samantha’s rasping breaths became deeper.
And as Her panting became erratic and her head rolled from side to side and her nails dug into his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm and Bob followed her over the abyss.

“Did you like your present?” she asked as in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath a tartan throw on the rug in the afterglow
“Very much” he replied
“Was there something you would have preferred?” she asked sighs
“No darling that was exactly what I was hoping for” he replied and she responded with a longer sigh.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (147) The Valentines 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 February for the big St Valentines extravaganza at Maxlins holiday camp.
But it wasn’t at Maxlins where they had their most exhilarating Valentines adventure.

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 Tunnel of Love, which in their opinion was the perfect location for a Valentine’s Day fuck.
Gary parked as close as he could to the Fun Park and when they got out Sara was dressed all in a red, a satin dress, silk stockings and high-heeled shoes while Gary was dressed in a dinner jacket.

(Part 02)

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, when they did a similar Adventure on the Ghost Train they went round 8 times before her legs had recovered enough for her to walk away.
But before they went in they went elsewhere for a spot of foreplay.
The pier had been a favourite spot for them in the past but they were banned from the pier after being caught in flagrante in the Punch and Judy tent so they went under the pier instead.
When she looked around at their surroundings Sara said
“I want to get dirty, but don’t get me dirty”
“Don’t worry” he said “I’ll get you the right kind of dirty”
“I mean it” she said “I love this dress”
“Trust me” he said and he kissed her and her arms wrapped serpent like around his neck and he fondled her breast through the satin of her dress and snorting through her nose as she adjusted her body position so he could get hold of both breasts until her nipples erected through the fabric.
They were both naked beneath their costumes because they didn’t want anything to hinder them in their quest.
The kissing was becoming more intense so he grabbed a handful of her dress and pulled it upwards until his hand was touching her firm round buttocks and her breathing was deepening with every snorting exhale through her nose.
But Sara was impatient so she adjusted her stance so his hand could easily access her hairy bush and then on between her sticky lips and the moment his finger touched her pussy she broke away from Gary’s mouth and was moaning loudly in his ear as he stroked her creamy quim.
Sara desperately clung onto him as he fingered her and then she lifted one leg off the floor as his digital attentions became more intense and with the knee bent she drew her long leg up until her thigh was almost perpendicular and he made her come.
“Oh God Gary”
As they walked up the steps from below the pier he had to take off his jacket to cover the bulge in his trousers.

They joined the short queue for the Tunnel of Love, they were counting on the fact that it wouldn’t be that popular, it was a bit old fashioned for the 21st century.
It was an altogether slower ride than the Ghost Train and was also longer so he only needed one circuit of sustained fingering to prime Sara’s pussy and similarly she only needed one boat trip of prolonged stimulating head.
So Gary sat with his jacket folded over his swollen cock as Sara handed over another token to the operator and their boat passed through the entrance again and the moment the door closed behind them Gary took the jacket off his cock and Sara knelt in front of him and gripped the side of the boat and Gary lifted her dress to expose her tidy buttocks and held her hips as he pierced Sara’s tight pussy and thrust into her repeatedly as wonderfully dirty exclamation’s echoed down the tunnel as the boat rocked from side to side.
Her obvious ecstasy was the result of his consummate rhythm, his stamina and a willing well primed recipient.
“Finish me” she begged so he pumped her syrupy fanny hard as she knelt in the boat and she howled into the tunnel.
Gary was holding her hips as he drove into her hot creamy cunny and her animal grunting intensified until he emptied his aching balls into her and she came hot and hard.
And Sara had just about manage to get her horny arse back on the seat as they emerged into the night air.
“Let’s go round again,” she said “twice”

Thursday, 8 June 2017

Choice Tales from the Vale – (146) The Girl in the Ivory Dress

John Mooney was staying at the Clayton Manor Hotel and used his key card to open the door to the room and as he stepped in Christine Gold turned and smiled at him.
“I was hoping you would come”
“I couldn’t keep away” he said
Christine was sitting at the dressing table wearing only her white lingerie and stockings and behind her, laid out on the bed was an ivory wedding dress.
John walked up behind her and looked at her beautiful reflection in the mirror and placed his hands lightly on her naked shoulders and held her gaze as he gently slipped the bra straps down her arms, but as his hands journeyed down to displace the bra from her breasts and replaced the lace cups with his cupped paws Christine closed her eyes.

Christine collapsed on the bed next to her wedding dress with John panting behind her.
“That was so good” she sighed
“The last time as a single woman” he said and playfully slapped her buttock before redressing himself
“And so much better than my first as a married man will be” she said and rolled over onto her back.
“You could elope with me” he said
“You know I can’t” Christine replied
Nothing would have pleased her more than to run away and marry her lover John but her father Isaac would never have tolerated it.
He banged on endlessly about the importance of tradition and marrying within her faith and how it was imperative she went through with an arranged marriage.
She had been raised as a dutiful Jewish daughter and agreed, however reluctantly, but her heart belonged to John.
But she hated her father as he had proven himself to be a hypocrite when he had her marry outside her faith to the highest bidder, Michael Scanlan.

As they stood at the door and kissed goodbye Christine stuffed her white lace panties in his jacket pocket.
“Aren’t you going to need those?”
“No” she replied “I want to feel you on my thighs while my father watches as I walk down the aisle, and I will wear a smile, but not for my father, or the groom, it will be a smile of satisfaction as I think of you inside me putting the blush on the cheek of the blushing bride”
“In that case I think you need to get back on the bed because the blush is fading” he said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (145) Paying Lip Service

(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)

Blaire and Denise were called to a room one Saturday evening after loud and persistent screams were reported coming from one of the premium rooms.
As they reached the door they were greeted by a single long loud scream and then silence.
So Blaire began knocking urgently on the door and got no response so she knocked again and again no answer so she knocked a third time and almost immediately the door opened and a sweaty woman in a dressing gown opened it.
“Is everything alright madam?” Blaire asked
“Oh God yes” the woman answered, a little wobbly on her feet.
“Somebody reported hearing screaming coming from your room” she pointed out
“Yes sorry, that was me” the woman said coyly
“We were…”
“And I um … you know…. Rather loudly”
Blaire’s suspicions were confirmed and the sweaty woman blushed.
“Ah I see” Blaire said, “ok I understand, but perhaps you could try to keep the noise down”
“We will, I will” the woman said and closed the door
“What was that all about?” Denise asked
“The lucky cow was cumming” Blaire replied jealously
“Bitch” Denise retorted
Blaire then went back downstairs to her office while Denise went back to the linen room where she was called away from, to accompany Blaire to investigate the screamer.

When she had finished she went downstairs to get herself a drink but as she walked through reception she saw a familiar face sitting at one of the reading tables reading a book and drinking coffee.
It was Ann Belcher, a guest she had made love to only two weeks before after she took fresh towels to her room.
“Still lovely” Denise thought as she looked her over, her pretty face, blue eyes and soft shoulder length brown hair.
Ann was in her early thirties with a gorgeous figure that she had liberated from a cocktail dress and thick black tights.
Their eyes met and Ann beamed at her.
“Hey” Denise said and sat on the chair beside her and squeezed her hand discreetly beneath the table.
“I was hoping I’d run into you” Ann said
“Me too” she replied
“Would you like coffee?” Ann asked
“No, that’s not why I’m here” she replied and put her hand on Ann’s knee and moved her hand up under her skirt and slowly beyond her stocking top to the smooth expanse of thigh, and finally into her knickers which made Ann slop coffee in her saucer and the Denise playfully pulled one of her pubes.
With her hand still in her panties Denise gently pulled Ann’s thighs apart with her other hand and her luscious lips were already open and very accommodating to her fingers, which slipped along her slippery petals and entered her easily.
And in response Ann instantly closed her legs.
“Take me Upstairs now” she ordered “I want you so much”
“Yes Madam” She retorted “I will bring your towels immediately.

Half an hour later in Ann’s bedroom the floor was littered with clean towels and discarded clothing and room was filled with pleasurable moans.
Denise was kneeling completely naked on the bed with her hands on the headboard
and Ann was beneath her wearing only black stockings as her tongue burrowed deep between Denise’s hanging lips while her own finger were between hers.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (144) Mark my Words

(Part 01)

Amy Coates went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.
She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.
Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.
He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.
But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.
She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.
After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.
But once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster.
She wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.
And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.
But they didn’t get together every week so she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did, and they did throughout her Abbottsford years.
However in her final weeks at the house he did something that rocked her world.

It had been a really busy weekend and there was a houseful in Abbottsford and he wasn’t able to get her on her own and that was a problem because he needed to talk to her and the longer it went on the quieter and more troubled he became and Amy had picked up on it so she also became quiet and troubled.
When they eventually found themselves alone together on Sunday afternoon he said more harshly than he intended
“Amy I need to talk to you”
“Oh God,” she retorted “You’re going to dump me”

(Part 02)

When they eventually found themselves alone together on Sunday afternoon he said more harshly than he intended
“Amy I need to talk to you”
“Oh God,” she retorted “You’re going to dump me”
“No of course I’m not going to dump you” he replied
“You’re not?” she said quietly “Honestly?”
“Amy Coates I promise you that I have no intention of dumping you”
He said
“What then? You’ve been really quiet all weekend, and then you say you have to talk to me” Amy asked “so if you’re not dumping me then what?”
“Will you please stop talking for one moment so I ask you to marry me” he said
“What?” Amy exclaimed
“Will you marry me?” he asked,
“Yes, Yes, and Yes” she screamed and threw her arms around his neck.
“I haven’t got a ring” he said “We need to buy your ring together”
And then they kissed but not just another kiss in a long line of kisses, not just of affection or of gratitude, this was a kiss of a wholly different kind, this was an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss that marked an engagement, and it was a kiss which lead to them making love.

“Make love to me” she whispered as they lay in her bed
“Ok Hon” he responded and kissed her lips softly.
As the kiss continued, growing in intensity and as their tongues entwined, his hand explored her familiar curves like it was the first time.
Mark rolled her gently onto her back and he stopped kissing and he briefly looked down on her in the pale daylight and admired the body he had enjoyed so many times before.
Her breasts were beautiful, surmounted by the dark rose pink nipples, which sat there inviting him to imbibe so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it gently as Amy emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval.
Reluctantly he left her erect swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her serene face as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly red bush and he toyed with her tangled curls as she murmured softly.
To Mark’s delight, as his hand came to rest on her mound she held her breath in anticipation of its progress and he continued watching her lying there with eyes shut and her tongue periodically moistening her lips and after a few moments his finger parted her labia like a hot knife through butter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice, he looked down on her again, and Amy was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his touch.
Amy became more vociferous as she was on the brink of culmination and moments later he was rewarded by a face contorting climax and her thighs closed tight on his hand.
Looking down on her with ecstasy still etched on her sweet face, Amy opened her eyes, and looked up at him and smiled.
Mark leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths again he caressed her breast and positioning himself between her thighs he stopped kissing her, looked into her eyes as he slowly slid his swollen cock into her and Amy sighed before leaning her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth.
Mark caressed her beautiful breast as he tenderly made love to her.
She squirmed and wriggled beneath him as she reached that ecstatic point, the environs between being anchored to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
Amy looked up as she moaned loudly and writhed until she came with a deliciously sweet utterance.
“Oh Mark”

Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Choice Tales from the Vale – (143) In Conference

(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.
For example on the day of an important conference call with the local NHS Trust.
Nigel had been looking at Celeste very lustily all morning, she was wearing a new blouse of ivory silk and the large smooth white cups of her bra were visible thru the translucent fabric of her blouse and the deliciously dark circles of her areolas showed clearly.
But he had to put his lust aside for the duration as the call with the Trust was particularly important.
The call was scheduled for 11am in the small meeting room and Celeste was already sitting at the table.
“Five minutes Dr” he said from the doorway and to the staff he added
“Absolutely no interruptions”
“What about emergencies?” Mrs Clarke asked
“No exceptions” he replied and closed the door and turned the key
He walked towards where Celeste was sitting with all the relevant documentation in easy reach of her trembling hands and stood behind her.
“Just relax” Nigel said and put his hands on her shoulders and peered down inside her gaping ivory blouse to the magnificent breasts encased in the smooth cupped white bra.
“You really need to relax” he added and then without further preamble he plunged his hands inside her gaping blouse and displace the white cups and replaced them with his hands and gently groped her globes.

(Part 02)

“You really need to relax” he added and then without further preamble he plunged his hands inside her gaping blouse and displace the white cups and replaced them with his hands and gently groped her globes.
“We haven’t got time for that” she said and pulled his hands out “we only have a few minute”
“We have an hour because the conference call has been postponed until this afternoon” he replied
“Oh” she murmured and fed his hands back inside her bra
“Good choice Doctor” he said and bent down and kissed down into her mouth as his fingers toyed with her nipples.
He spun her chair around and knelt in front of her and resumed the kiss as she unbuttoned her blouse and liberated her breasts, his hands went up her skirt.
She broke away from his lips and redirected his mouth towards her proud pink nipple and he obligingly sucked it as she played with the other one.
Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he fingered her though her tights and knickers and very quickly the fabric was slipping and sliding on her wet gash until cream oozed through the cloth.
Celeste wriggled and squirmed in the chair and was panting in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.
He reached up under her dress with both hands and smartly yanked her tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went up there again for her pants this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the chair and the lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks and he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her magnificent tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was inviting him to lick it out, and with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God Nigel” she moan as he licked her out and she gripped the chair as he continued to work on her with his tongue until very soon she came and he raised his head licking her rime from his lips and roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet.
“Do it now” she begged “do it now?”
and she sat back in the chair with her thighs wide open and her pussy on the edge of the chair and he quickly obliged her, so as Celeste held tight onto the arms of the chair, Nigel rocked the reclining chair back and forth sliding her juicy quim on and off his cock and all the time she was biting her lip and rolling her head from side to side as he rocked the chair faster and faster.
Finally Celeste drew hers knees up to her chest and moaned into the folds of her skirt as the chair began to squeak under the frenetic strain and they both came.

Redressed and recomposed he opened the door and said
“I think that went well Doctor”
“Yes let’s hope it goes as well next time”
“Oh I’m sure it will” he said