(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, he asked her to marry him, and she said yes.
(Part 02)
In the weeks that followed the proposal the wedding was the main topic of conversation as on one day when they were sitting in the lounge of his parents’ house.
“Church?” he asked
“St Jude’s of course” she replied
“Agreed”
“Reception?” he asked
“The Shallowfield Lodge” she replied
“Agreed”
“When?” he asked
“Well you know it was a year ago today since you took advantage of me and stole my innocence?” Amy asked
“I think you might be miss remembering the occasion Miss Coates,” he told her
“I don’t think so” she said indignantly “I was an innocent, I hadn’t even had my tits felt until you got your grubby hands on them”
“The way I remember it I didn’t have to take anything” he corrected her “you offered it to me on a plate or should I say on a table”
The table of course referred to the patio table that he sullied her on.
“That’s not how it was at all,” she said giving him a playful punch
“The way I remember it YOU seduced me,” Mark said
“When you sauntered into the garden in your emerald green dress “So how were all the pretty Spanish Girls?” you said
““I’m not pretty,” you said, all sultry and pouty”
“I did not,” she said laughing and punched him again
After a couple of minutes of giggling he said
“Anyway, it was a year ago yesterday actually”
“I know but it happened on a Saturday and today is the nearest Saturday,” she said
“I understand what you’re saying now, you want us to get married next year on the nearest Saturday to the day you seduced me” he said
“Yes” she said “two years from the day you first forced yourself on me”
“Ok you speak to Sheryl Brown today about booking the Lodge” Mark said “and I’ll go down and speak to the Vicar about St Jude’s”
“That’s settled then” she said and moved in very close to him, so close in fact that he could smell her intoxicating perfume.
She had a wantonly pure expression on her face with a twinkle of lust in her beautifully hypnotic green eyes that hinted at her intent as she leant in and kissed him and her mouth pressed hard against his as her darting tongue flicked in and out.
And at the moment he thought she was going to wrap her arms around his neck and really get into it, but she took him by surprise by pushing herself upwards all of a sudden so she was standing up in front of him.
“You don’t get me that easy” she said and simultaneously pulled the neckline of her top down and lifted her skirt up to give him a glimpse of her emerald green bra and panties.
“Do you remember these?” she taunted
“Yes” he said, “They’re the ones you flashed at me last year”
“If you mean the ones you ripped from a poor maiden’s defenceless body, then yes,” She corrected him
“They’re very nice,” he said
“Well you’re never getting in them again until you admit you took advantage of me when I was an innocence young girl” she said while still flourishing her knickers.
“Well if you put it like that” he said and sprang up off the sofa towards her, taking her completely by surprise.
(Part 03)
“Well you’re never getting in them again until you admit you took advantage of me when I was an innocence young girl” she said while still flourishing her knickers.
“Well if you put it like that” he said and sprang up off the sofa towards her, taking her completely by surprise.
Amy leapt backwards and screamed as she ran aimlessly around the room trying to evade capture which she did for about thirty seconds before he grabbed her about the waist.
“Leave me alone you pervy git” she squealed as he manoeuvred her around and hoisted her up over his shoulder fireman lift style.
“So you were you saying? Are these the knickers I won’t get inside?”
Mark said, as he ran his hand up her skirt and then up the leg of her panties and squeezed her bum cheek.
“Get off” she squealed and giggled “Get off”
“Get them off did you say?” I asked
“Get off” she repeated still giggling
“No problem at all” he said and yanked her knickers off her arse and pulled them down to her knees, and then he spanked her bare arse.
“Now what shall I do with you”? He asked
“You’re going to take advantage of me again,” she suggested
“Yes, but where” he pondered
“Rapist” she shouted “Defiler of virgins”
“I know” he said and carried her to the dining room and plonked her on the table.
“Offered to me on a table just like the first time”
“Oooh yes” She answered and lay down, and Mark wandered about the room, discarding his clothes as he mused
“Or bent over a chair?”
“Yes, yes” she squealed and pulled off her knickers
“On the floor perhaps” he suggested
“Ok” she said now kneeling on the table divesting herself of her dress.
“Doggie?” he pondered
“Yes” Amy said discarding her bra
“Missionary?” Mark asked
“Or cowgirl?”
“Yes, yes, and yes” she screamed
“I just don’t know which one though my innocent little maiden” he said and sat down on the dining chair.
“I just don’t know what I fancy”
“I do” she said and slithered off the table and onto his lap.
Placing one hand on the table and the other on the back of his chair Amy was half biting her lip and half smiling as she then lowered herself towards his erection.
He felt his tip touching her creamy lips and Amy’s whole body trembled as her lips enveloped it and she growled softly as it entered her.
Mark had both hands on her hips as she completely engulfed him.
“So you’ve thrown yourself at me again honey” he said making eye contact with her
“You weren’t decisive enough” she said, “Some of us have a job to get to”
Her statement was followed by a moan of self-satisfaction “Ohhhhh” she moaned at the deepest point of penetration.
Marks hands were on her buttocks as she warmed to her task rising and falling on him, eyes shut as she rose again and they opened wide as she slid all the way down, and then her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she began to pump on him like a steam hammer, until panting hard through gritted teeth she jerked to a conclusion and yelled
“Oh my God”
Amy was panting as he kissed her shoulder,
“How good am I?” she asked smugly and kissed forehead
“Not bad” he replied
“Not bad? I was bloody amazing” Amy said very satisfied with her performance and the orgasm that came with it.
Monday, 12 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (157) Cathy’s Tale – Mirror Mirror
Cathy Maddock’s was an attractive twenty nine year old widow who lived with her six year old twins, Lily and Iris, and an 18 year old step daughter Gillian.
Cathy’s husband John was much older than she was when they married but he was the love of her life and she was absolutely devastated when he died.
After the bottom fell out of her world she spent the following two years following his passing in lonely celibacy.
Every night her dreams were filled with images of the man she loved and vivid pictures of their love making which was why she woke up every morning in her Childean home incredibly horny.
Most days she would wake early enough to stroke herself off, but before she could deal with her arousal on one particular morning her 6 year old twins charged into the room and leapt on the bed before she even got her finger wet.
Plan (b) was to deal with her arousal in the shower while Gillian gave the twins their breakfast, which was all going very well until the water went cold.
“Bollocks” she snapped and turned the water off.
“Perfect bloody timing”
It was so frustrating as the shower had been playing up recently and she had been meaning to ask her brothers best friend Dave to look at it but she hadnt got around to it and she really wished that she had.
That only left Plan (c) so Cathy dried herself and returned to her bedroom.
She knelt on the bed with a large white bath sheet wrapped around her and facing her dressing table mirror she put her hand inside the folds of towelling and resumed fingering herself and she was instantly back on track.
Cathy lifted the towel up and exposed her bush to the mirror and her finger flicked at her clit furiously until her body jerked forward, once, twice, three times.
She paused, momentarily emersing her fingers deep inside herself and regreased her lips and began again.
This time she frigged even more earnesty, and the towel fell away from her so she was completely naked and as she lurched and bucked she became aware of voices on the landing.
Her fingers never faltered in their purpose as she turned and looked to the door.
“Don’t come in, don’t come in, please don’t come in” she screamed in her head “Please let me finish”
The danger passed so she returned to her reflection and her torso jerked three times in quick succession and she soaked her fingers again before pressing on, as she knew she was on the home straight.
She began with her head back and her eyes closed, cupping her breast, and panting hard.
Her breasts and buttocks were quivering in time with her intense fingering and when her upper body jerked forward in response she smiled at her reflection when she hit the sweet spot.
And then it was literally one spasm after another as her panting became hoarser and she began to vocalize with each successive jolt and she jerked further and further forward as she moaned louder and louder until she came one last time ending in a panting moaning heap.
Cathy remained doubled over on her bed for a full five minutes after she came, panting hard and when she raised herself up she first wiped her fingers and then her pussy on the bath sheet and smiled smugly at her reflection before getting off the bed and going about her day.
Cathy’s husband John was much older than she was when they married but he was the love of her life and she was absolutely devastated when he died.
After the bottom fell out of her world she spent the following two years following his passing in lonely celibacy.
Every night her dreams were filled with images of the man she loved and vivid pictures of their love making which was why she woke up every morning in her Childean home incredibly horny.
Most days she would wake early enough to stroke herself off, but before she could deal with her arousal on one particular morning her 6 year old twins charged into the room and leapt on the bed before she even got her finger wet.
Plan (b) was to deal with her arousal in the shower while Gillian gave the twins their breakfast, which was all going very well until the water went cold.
“Bollocks” she snapped and turned the water off.
“Perfect bloody timing”
It was so frustrating as the shower had been playing up recently and she had been meaning to ask her brothers best friend Dave to look at it but she hadnt got around to it and she really wished that she had.
That only left Plan (c) so Cathy dried herself and returned to her bedroom.
She knelt on the bed with a large white bath sheet wrapped around her and facing her dressing table mirror she put her hand inside the folds of towelling and resumed fingering herself and she was instantly back on track.
Cathy lifted the towel up and exposed her bush to the mirror and her finger flicked at her clit furiously until her body jerked forward, once, twice, three times.
She paused, momentarily emersing her fingers deep inside herself and regreased her lips and began again.
This time she frigged even more earnesty, and the towel fell away from her so she was completely naked and as she lurched and bucked she became aware of voices on the landing.
Her fingers never faltered in their purpose as she turned and looked to the door.
“Don’t come in, don’t come in, please don’t come in” she screamed in her head “Please let me finish”
The danger passed so she returned to her reflection and her torso jerked three times in quick succession and she soaked her fingers again before pressing on, as she knew she was on the home straight.
She began with her head back and her eyes closed, cupping her breast, and panting hard.
Her breasts and buttocks were quivering in time with her intense fingering and when her upper body jerked forward in response she smiled at her reflection when she hit the sweet spot.
And then it was literally one spasm after another as her panting became hoarser and she began to vocalize with each successive jolt and she jerked further and further forward as she moaned louder and louder until she came one last time ending in a panting moaning heap.
Cathy remained doubled over on her bed for a full five minutes after she came, panting hard and when she raised herself up she first wiped her fingers and then her pussy on the bath sheet and smiled smugly at her reflection before getting off the bed and going about her day.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (156) Beneath the Black Lace Mantilla
Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy flashed him a side ward’s glance from beneath the black lace of her Mantilla and in return he gave her a more appraising look altogether, focusing on the curvaceous figure beneath her conservative Sunday dress.
Her eyes flashed up again, a lingering languid glance which spoke volumes of her being very much a woman and not the putative girl her parents would have her be still.
She was the centre of his admiration, and he was hers as they saw recognition in each other’s eyes, no words were spoken everything was intuit and with amative study and libidinous perusal, the girl was his object of pulchritude and he was her beloved swain.
All at once they had to separate and the spell was broken until their reunion, for they were not strangers first met on those church steps.
However the last time he had looked in to the eyes of the young woman in the black lace Mantilla she was wearing black lace of a very different kind.
Her eyes flashed up again, a lingering languid glance which spoke volumes of her being very much a woman and not the putative girl her parents would have her be still.
She was the centre of his admiration, and he was hers as they saw recognition in each other’s eyes, no words were spoken everything was intuit and with amative study and libidinous perusal, the girl was his object of pulchritude and he was her beloved swain.
All at once they had to separate and the spell was broken until their reunion, for they were not strangers first met on those church steps.
However the last time he had looked in to the eyes of the young woman in the black lace Mantilla she was wearing black lace of a very different kind.
Sunday, 11 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (155) The Hospitable Miss Kirby
(Part 01)
Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.
Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.
Her once black hair was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise as the “Mallen streak”.
She was always smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.
She was well-liked and respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.
That was due in part to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights kind of woman.
Even people from the village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.
But as more than one man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden delights.
The other thing that tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.
Which was why when a new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia was as always the obvious choice.
Being single and living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of impropriety.
Due to the blizzard the roads were closed and 40 year old Tony Malley couldn’t get home and he was stranded in Dulcet St Mary with nowhere to stay for the night and on top of which he was depressed and lonely.
Colin Ash the curate at St Marys knew of a solution to his vagrancy and Colin knew that his landlady had the cure for his other ills as well because he’d been on the receiving end himself.
“Come with me” he said “Miss Kirby will fix you up”
“Are you sure?” Tony asked
“Very sure” he replied
They trudged their way together from the church to Virginia’s house through the falling snow.
“Here we are” Colin said as he unlocked the door
“I just need to change, if you wait in the lounge I’ll join you shortly”
“Ok” he concurred and he opened the door to the lounge as Colin climbed the stairs smiling broadly.
(Part 02)
The room was in total darkness but he fancied he could hear the faintest of sounds and possibly even breathing.
He groped along the wall until he found the light switch and flicked it on.
A skinny middle aged woman was sat in a large over stuffed armchair.
In a state of near undress with one stocking clad leg draped over the arm and she was happily pleasuring herself.
Her eyes were wide open and looking straight at him but behaved in a way a woman would if she was quite alone as she fingered herself without a care.
Tony found himself very aroused as she wriggled and writhed and emitted one delicious moan after another he could plainly see the contours of her hand through her black panties in its animated probing of her own pussy as her fingers worked eagerly between her lips at the moist flesh.
He stood watching open mouthed at the erotic tableaux before him, he thought Miss Kirby was supposed to be an old maid, who’d been left on the shelf, a dried up old spinster.
But dried up she certainly was not judging by the sound her fingers were making between her lips as she finished herself.
“You must be Mr Malley” she said licking the grease from her fingers
“Miss Kirby?” he said
“Yes” she replied with a smile “Not the “Virginal Virginia” you were expecting”
“No”
“Are you disappointed?” she asked as her hand went back inside her pants
“Not at all” he replied as he discarded his trousers and boxers and began tugging on his engorged cock.
Virginia smiled and slowly slipped off her black panties and then knelt in the chair with her moist minge facing him.
Tony needed no invitation, he just stepped behind her, grasped her hips and then he was inside her and he knew instantly that there was nothing homely about this old maid he had penetrated.
After a suitable interval Colin Ash returned down stairs, he could hear that things had progressed, he knew from personal experience what Virginia sounded like when she was being an obliging landlady, but he couldn’t resist peeking into the lounge before he returned to the church.
He smiled as he pushed the door quietly open a crack and saw Virginia kneeling in the chair, gripping the chair back and moaning loudly as Tony Malley stood behind, holding her skinny hips as he banged her hard, her cheeks quivering with every thrust.
As Colin suspected Virginia’s particular brand of hospitality had cured Mr Malley’s ills and as a result he enjoyed his time in Dulcet St Mary so much, or more precisely his time in Virginia, that he stayed two days after the roads had reopened.
Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.
Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.
Her once black hair was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise as the “Mallen streak”.
She was always smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.
She was well-liked and respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.
That was due in part to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights kind of woman.
Even people from the village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.
But as more than one man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden delights.
The other thing that tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.
Which was why when a new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia was as always the obvious choice.
Being single and living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of impropriety.
Due to the blizzard the roads were closed and 40 year old Tony Malley couldn’t get home and he was stranded in Dulcet St Mary with nowhere to stay for the night and on top of which he was depressed and lonely.
Colin Ash the curate at St Marys knew of a solution to his vagrancy and Colin knew that his landlady had the cure for his other ills as well because he’d been on the receiving end himself.
“Come with me” he said “Miss Kirby will fix you up”
“Are you sure?” Tony asked
“Very sure” he replied
They trudged their way together from the church to Virginia’s house through the falling snow.
“Here we are” Colin said as he unlocked the door
“I just need to change, if you wait in the lounge I’ll join you shortly”
“Ok” he concurred and he opened the door to the lounge as Colin climbed the stairs smiling broadly.
(Part 02)
The room was in total darkness but he fancied he could hear the faintest of sounds and possibly even breathing.
He groped along the wall until he found the light switch and flicked it on.
A skinny middle aged woman was sat in a large over stuffed armchair.
In a state of near undress with one stocking clad leg draped over the arm and she was happily pleasuring herself.
Her eyes were wide open and looking straight at him but behaved in a way a woman would if she was quite alone as she fingered herself without a care.
Tony found himself very aroused as she wriggled and writhed and emitted one delicious moan after another he could plainly see the contours of her hand through her black panties in its animated probing of her own pussy as her fingers worked eagerly between her lips at the moist flesh.
He stood watching open mouthed at the erotic tableaux before him, he thought Miss Kirby was supposed to be an old maid, who’d been left on the shelf, a dried up old spinster.
But dried up she certainly was not judging by the sound her fingers were making between her lips as she finished herself.
“You must be Mr Malley” she said licking the grease from her fingers
“Miss Kirby?” he said
“Yes” she replied with a smile “Not the “Virginal Virginia” you were expecting”
“No”
“Are you disappointed?” she asked as her hand went back inside her pants
“Not at all” he replied as he discarded his trousers and boxers and began tugging on his engorged cock.
Virginia smiled and slowly slipped off her black panties and then knelt in the chair with her moist minge facing him.
Tony needed no invitation, he just stepped behind her, grasped her hips and then he was inside her and he knew instantly that there was nothing homely about this old maid he had penetrated.
After a suitable interval Colin Ash returned down stairs, he could hear that things had progressed, he knew from personal experience what Virginia sounded like when she was being an obliging landlady, but he couldn’t resist peeking into the lounge before he returned to the church.
He smiled as he pushed the door quietly open a crack and saw Virginia kneeling in the chair, gripping the chair back and moaning loudly as Tony Malley stood behind, holding her skinny hips as he banged her hard, her cheeks quivering with every thrust.
As Colin suspected Virginia’s particular brand of hospitality had cured Mr Malley’s ills and as a result he enjoyed his time in Dulcet St Mary so much, or more precisely his time in Virginia, that he stayed two days after the roads had reopened.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (154) The St Patricks Day Adventure
(Part 01)
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted
But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over.
And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.
But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.
Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlin’s holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.
Which was why they found themselves back there in March for the big St Patrick’s Day extravaganza at Maxlin’s holiday camp.
But it wasn’t Maxlin’s where they had their most exhilarating St Patrick’s Day Adventure.
(Part 02)
Gary and Sara went to Sharpington for the St Patricks day Parade.
That particular year was the 10th annual parade and it was getting bigger every year and ran the length of the promenade, and it was very busy and very noisy and a prime candidate for their Adventurous lust.
Because Parade day was so busy they drove over the night before and Gary parked as close as he could to the promenade at a little after 2 am.
Unlike their previous missions in Sharpington they had no idea quite how they were going to get their rocks off, they would just have to take any opportunity that presented itself.
And because they had no plan as such they had to dress for any eventuality, so no satin dresses or silk stockings or high heels for Sara and no smart suit for Gary.
So they were about robust and practical but most important of all easily removed when necessary.
They wandered around Sharpington for about an hour and found the all the floats parked in the Football Stadium car park with only the scantest security.
“Guess where we’re sleeping tonight” Sara said
They sneaked into the car park and looked for a suitable float that would suit their needs and after about 15 minutes they found it.
It was the ATM float, and they were an American Christian organisation that promoted “Abstinence Till Marriage”.
It was absolutely perfect for their purpose, it was all a mass of fibre glass, all white and pure and adorned with swans and Angels and little pedestal thrones for the little maids to sit on while the men in the crowd look on picturing them naked or with their balls resting on the virgins chins.
On either side, at the cab end of the float, large LED screens were mounted that would display propaganda about why young girls should keep their legs crossed.
But behind the screens was a large void which would more than suit the adventurer’s purpose.
They climbed up the side of the cab and dropped down into void and Gary turned on his torch to check out their surroundings
“This will do nicely” he pronounced and then he shone his light on Sara and added “And so will you”
“You smooth talking bastard” she retorted and then she noticed the beam of his torch had lingered on her crotch.
“What are you doing?”
“Your joggers are damp” he stated, so she looked down and could see in the torchlight a dark patch on her grey joggers.
“I can’t help it” she said very childlike “It’s exciting”
“Then I suggest we get in the sleeping bag so I can fuck your exited little arse off”
(Part 03)
After their long and exhausting fuck they slept soundly in the sleeping bag and when he woke up the float was moving.
“Wake up Sara” he said
“What?” she said sleepily
“Wake up” he said “We’re on the move”
“Well you certainly are” she responded grabbing his early riser and tugging on it before ducking her head inside the sleeping bag and taking his cock in her mouth.
“God I love you Sara” he sighed and a second later her head appeared from its cocoon and she gave him a wet lipped smile
“I love you too” she said and then she returned to her breakfast.
Five minutes later he urged her to desist and they wriggled free of the sleeping bag and redressed and stopped to eat sandwiches and take on some fluids in the form of energy drinks before the party really got going and packed their stuff away in the back packs just in case they needed to make a quick getaway.
Sara was wearing a tight fitting pink vest top that really defined her cute breasts and in the cool morning March air her nipples were so erect Gary thought they might actually burst through the fabric.
On her bottom half she had on the grey joggers from the night before.
“You do realize you’re going to have a wet patch in those again” he pointed out
“I’d better” she said and thrust her hand down his own joggers and grabbed his cock roughly.
“I promise” he said and slid his hands inside her joggers and squeezed her cheeks and then added “Are you ever going to wear knickers again?”
“Only when I have too” she replied
“Cool” he said and kissed her, but she pushed him backwards until he was sitting on a tool chest and Sara was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her striking serpent like tongue in and out of his rapidly, her limpet lips sealed over his, as her flared nostrils snorted in air.
His hands still grasped her firm buttocks and then he chose that moment to pull them down to her knees.
Gary then steered her fit bod until she was sitting on his lap.
Her tits looked gorgeous in her pink top but he decided he would fondled them later.
Sara wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck as his hands headed downward and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the coarse hair of her bush where they paused briefly on her prominent mound before slipping into the creamy abyss of her hot juicy pussy.
Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck murmuring and moaning as he stroked her gorgeous moist flower until she came and in an instant Sara was up off his lap and rushed into the corner of the void and bent over.
“Do me from behind so I can watch the crowd as you bang me” she urged
“You do know that they won’t be cheering you babe” he pointed out
(Part 04)
“Do me from behind so I can watch the crowd as you bang me” she urged
“You do know that they won’t be cheering you babe” he pointed out
“They are in my fantasy” she replied and she wriggled forward so she could get a better view of her fantasy audience through the gap in the fiberglass.
Gary’s lustful gaze was on her moist pink pussy that had opened like a clamshell for him.
He got to his feet and approached her but Sara was stooped over too low for him to easily penetrate her so he reached an arm around her midriff and gripped her right hip firmly and lifted the horny little cow off the ground and delivered her moist and inviting pussy up to cock height and accompanied by an appreciative moan from Sara he penetrated her.
While he supported her weight with his arm wrapped around her middle, Sara obligingly wrapped her legs around his and crossed her ankles behind him and began moaning uncontrollably as he pumped her pussy.
With the intense motion her pink top had rolled up her torso and liberated her tits which jiggled invitingly but regrettably he couldn’t take them in hand as he still had hold of her round the midriff and had grabbed hold of a stanchion with the other.
Sara was grunting louder with each successive thrust he gave her and her head was rolling wildly from side to side as she began roaring, almost as loud as the crowd she was watching, as she was on the threshold of bliss and then she let out a long loud triumphant roar as she went rigid and his cock spasm’d inside her.
The Adventurous pair stayed motionless for several minutes breathing hard and sweating until Sara chuckled and said between pants
“Don’t you just love a parade?”
“God yes” he replied as he pulled slowly out of quivering quim causing her to let out a long satisfying sigh.
They then sat on the tool chest and gathered themselves and Gary looked up to see they were just passing the Sharpington Fun House and he realized that the parade had only just reached halfway.
That fact was problematic because having done their dirty deed they would have to wait until the end of the Parade before they could make their escape unseen.
Gary sat on the tool chest pondering and watched Sara putting her clothes back on, in particular he watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties.
He had not begun to redress and watching sexy Sara had begun to stir the beast, which had not gone entirely unnoticed by Sara.
“Well we are just half way” he said “So what are we going to do now?”
“I’m sure we’ll think of something” she said sinking to her knees and engulfing his juice covered cock in her mouth
“You’re cock mad you are” he said “Thank God”
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted
But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over.
And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.
But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.
Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlin’s holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.
Which was why they found themselves back there in March for the big St Patrick’s Day extravaganza at Maxlin’s holiday camp.
But it wasn’t Maxlin’s where they had their most exhilarating St Patrick’s Day Adventure.
(Part 02)
Gary and Sara went to Sharpington for the St Patricks day Parade.
That particular year was the 10th annual parade and it was getting bigger every year and ran the length of the promenade, and it was very busy and very noisy and a prime candidate for their Adventurous lust.
Because Parade day was so busy they drove over the night before and Gary parked as close as he could to the promenade at a little after 2 am.
Unlike their previous missions in Sharpington they had no idea quite how they were going to get their rocks off, they would just have to take any opportunity that presented itself.
And because they had no plan as such they had to dress for any eventuality, so no satin dresses or silk stockings or high heels for Sara and no smart suit for Gary.
So they were about robust and practical but most important of all easily removed when necessary.
They wandered around Sharpington for about an hour and found the all the floats parked in the Football Stadium car park with only the scantest security.
“Guess where we’re sleeping tonight” Sara said
They sneaked into the car park and looked for a suitable float that would suit their needs and after about 15 minutes they found it.
It was the ATM float, and they were an American Christian organisation that promoted “Abstinence Till Marriage”.
It was absolutely perfect for their purpose, it was all a mass of fibre glass, all white and pure and adorned with swans and Angels and little pedestal thrones for the little maids to sit on while the men in the crowd look on picturing them naked or with their balls resting on the virgins chins.
On either side, at the cab end of the float, large LED screens were mounted that would display propaganda about why young girls should keep their legs crossed.
But behind the screens was a large void which would more than suit the adventurer’s purpose.
They climbed up the side of the cab and dropped down into void and Gary turned on his torch to check out their surroundings
“This will do nicely” he pronounced and then he shone his light on Sara and added “And so will you”
“You smooth talking bastard” she retorted and then she noticed the beam of his torch had lingered on her crotch.
“What are you doing?”
“Your joggers are damp” he stated, so she looked down and could see in the torchlight a dark patch on her grey joggers.
“I can’t help it” she said very childlike “It’s exciting”
“Then I suggest we get in the sleeping bag so I can fuck your exited little arse off”
(Part 03)
After their long and exhausting fuck they slept soundly in the sleeping bag and when he woke up the float was moving.
“Wake up Sara” he said
“What?” she said sleepily
“Wake up” he said “We’re on the move”
“Well you certainly are” she responded grabbing his early riser and tugging on it before ducking her head inside the sleeping bag and taking his cock in her mouth.
“God I love you Sara” he sighed and a second later her head appeared from its cocoon and she gave him a wet lipped smile
“I love you too” she said and then she returned to her breakfast.
Five minutes later he urged her to desist and they wriggled free of the sleeping bag and redressed and stopped to eat sandwiches and take on some fluids in the form of energy drinks before the party really got going and packed their stuff away in the back packs just in case they needed to make a quick getaway.
Sara was wearing a tight fitting pink vest top that really defined her cute breasts and in the cool morning March air her nipples were so erect Gary thought they might actually burst through the fabric.
On her bottom half she had on the grey joggers from the night before.
“You do realize you’re going to have a wet patch in those again” he pointed out
“I’d better” she said and thrust her hand down his own joggers and grabbed his cock roughly.
“I promise” he said and slid his hands inside her joggers and squeezed her cheeks and then added “Are you ever going to wear knickers again?”
“Only when I have too” she replied
“Cool” he said and kissed her, but she pushed him backwards until he was sitting on a tool chest and Sara was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her striking serpent like tongue in and out of his rapidly, her limpet lips sealed over his, as her flared nostrils snorted in air.
His hands still grasped her firm buttocks and then he chose that moment to pull them down to her knees.
Gary then steered her fit bod until she was sitting on his lap.
Her tits looked gorgeous in her pink top but he decided he would fondled them later.
Sara wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck as his hands headed downward and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the coarse hair of her bush where they paused briefly on her prominent mound before slipping into the creamy abyss of her hot juicy pussy.
Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck murmuring and moaning as he stroked her gorgeous moist flower until she came and in an instant Sara was up off his lap and rushed into the corner of the void and bent over.
“Do me from behind so I can watch the crowd as you bang me” she urged
“You do know that they won’t be cheering you babe” he pointed out
(Part 04)
“Do me from behind so I can watch the crowd as you bang me” she urged
“You do know that they won’t be cheering you babe” he pointed out
“They are in my fantasy” she replied and she wriggled forward so she could get a better view of her fantasy audience through the gap in the fiberglass.
Gary’s lustful gaze was on her moist pink pussy that had opened like a clamshell for him.
He got to his feet and approached her but Sara was stooped over too low for him to easily penetrate her so he reached an arm around her midriff and gripped her right hip firmly and lifted the horny little cow off the ground and delivered her moist and inviting pussy up to cock height and accompanied by an appreciative moan from Sara he penetrated her.
While he supported her weight with his arm wrapped around her middle, Sara obligingly wrapped her legs around his and crossed her ankles behind him and began moaning uncontrollably as he pumped her pussy.
With the intense motion her pink top had rolled up her torso and liberated her tits which jiggled invitingly but regrettably he couldn’t take them in hand as he still had hold of her round the midriff and had grabbed hold of a stanchion with the other.
Sara was grunting louder with each successive thrust he gave her and her head was rolling wildly from side to side as she began roaring, almost as loud as the crowd she was watching, as she was on the threshold of bliss and then she let out a long loud triumphant roar as she went rigid and his cock spasm’d inside her.
The Adventurous pair stayed motionless for several minutes breathing hard and sweating until Sara chuckled and said between pants
“Don’t you just love a parade?”
“God yes” he replied as he pulled slowly out of quivering quim causing her to let out a long satisfying sigh.
They then sat on the tool chest and gathered themselves and Gary looked up to see they were just passing the Sharpington Fun House and he realized that the parade had only just reached halfway.
That fact was problematic because having done their dirty deed they would have to wait until the end of the Parade before they could make their escape unseen.
Gary sat on the tool chest pondering and watched Sara putting her clothes back on, in particular he watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties.
He had not begun to redress and watching sexy Sara had begun to stir the beast, which had not gone entirely unnoticed by Sara.
“Well we are just half way” he said “So what are we going to do now?”
“I’m sure we’ll think of something” she said sinking to her knees and engulfing his juice covered cock in her mouth
“You’re cock mad you are” he said “Thank God”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (153) The Girl in the Second Hand Clothes
(Part 01)
Oliver Key stood on the platform at Millmoor station in the inclement weather as the Childean train arrived.
Once on the train he knew that one of two things would happen, he would either fall asleep within minutes of the train departing the station or the motion of the train would give him an erection.
Neither of which was entirely uncommon for a teenager even if his teenage years were nearly at an end.
As it turned out he got a hard on and then fell asleep, it was a fitful sleep full of erotic images and lusty dreams.
The result of which was that he had a much larger erection when he awoke than when he dropped off.
The good news was that they were only about five minutes from Childean, he checked his watch and he was sure he would easily make the connection for Shallowfield.
But that was before they stopped at a signal and waited there for what seemed like an eternity, and when they eventually got going again it meant meeting his connection was going to be a very close shave indeed.
As the train pulled into Childean station it was raining hard, very hard.
Luckily the connecting train was still there on the adjacent platform but Oliver could hear whistles blowing so he had to sprint across the platform to get on board and out of the rain again and he made it with only seconds to spare before the train pulled out.
He was in the last carriage, which meant he would disembark at Shallowfield on the uncovered section of the platform.
This was easily remedied by walking through to another carriage further along, but he couldn’t be asked.
He made himself comfortable and was quite confident that he would sleep and dream away the short duration of the journey.
That was until a rain soaked figure in a blue hooded cagoule appeared dripping water everywhere including over him, which was when he turned into his mother and tutted loudly.
Realising what they had done the figure turned around.
“I’m so sorry did I get you wet?” the figure said before continuing with surprise and a thin-lipped smile
“Oh Oliver”
He tried to recognise the owner of the voice but there was only a small circle of face visible and that had hair plastered to it and drops of rainwater were dripping off their eye lashes.
It was definitely a girl, small and wet, he suppose it could equally have been a small, wet effeminate man but he didn’t think he knew any.
Not having a clue who it was he did the only thing left open to and feeble said.
“Hello”
The figure unzipped their cagoule and removed the hood and he could see it was a short girl with straight brown hair and an attractive face, with freckled cheeks, and hazel eyes, and when her wet cag was removed she was wearing rather dowdy shapeless skirt a baggy sweater, shabby shoes and equally shabby tights.
“Rachel” he said, “I didn’t recognize you”
(Part 02)
The figure unzipped their cagoule and removed the hood and he could see it was a short girl with straight brown hair and an attractive face, with freckled cheeks, and hazel eyes, and when her wet cag was removed she was wearing rather dowdy shapeless skirt a baggy sweater, shabby shoes and equally shabby tights.
“Rachel” he said, “I didn’t recognize you”
Rachel McCaffrey was the eldest child of his next door neighbour’s.
She was a year older than him and worked three jobs as she was the only breadwinner for the family which was why she was always so shabbily dressed as all her clothes came from charity shops.
Oliver had always liked her despite that and had asked her out several times but she was always too busy with her jobs and looking after her widowed mother and three younger siblings.
She threw her wet cagoule down on the seat and was about to sit next to it when the train jerked and she fell onto Oliver’s lap but she quickly pushed back against him with her buttocks and scrambled to her feet.
“Sorry” she said and as she did so he was able to detect the faint aroma of perfume.
The train lurched once more and she again fell against him but once again she scrambled to her feet.
“Sorry” she said once more, but almost immediately the train lurched again and she fell onto his lap.
This time as she scrambled to regain her feet he tried to aid her ascent by grabbing her bum with the intention of pushing her up but instead he ended up caressing her arse and feeling every inch of its curve then suddenly she made a renewed attempt to escape.
“Sorry” she said again
“Stop apologizing Rach” he chastised her and he sat her on the seat beside him.
“I’m not sorry in the slightest” he added “you have a very nice arse by the way”
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she said blushing
“Why not? It’s true,” he said and then he did something he had wanted to do for a long time, he leant over and kissed her which at first she resisted but then reciprocated with interest but then she stopped abruptly and looked around the carriage, it was much busier than she was comfortable with.
“Too many people eh”
She nodded
Oliver stood up and led her around the bulkhead away from prying eyes and kissed her again, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, so much more electric than he had imagined it would be, so he took it as a sign of encouragement so while his lips busied themselves with hers, his hands made in roads inside her sweater where he found another layer to contend with, which appeared to be a cotton vest.
(Part 03)
Oliver stood up and led her around the bulkhead away from prying eyes and kissed her again, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, so much more electric than he had imagined it would be, so he took it as a sign of encouragement so while his lips busied themselves with hers, his hands made in roads inside her sweater where he found another layer to contend with, which appeared to be a cotton vest.
Oliver hadn’t come across a lot of vests, it was one area of female apparel that he had found lacking in his limited experience.
But getting “in it” he had every intention of doing so quite undeterred his hands sought out her tits and found them braless and her nipples aroused beneath the cotton.
He was still figuring out how to get on the other side of her vest when the driver announced they were approaching Shallowfield station.
“That’s our stop,” she said
“I don’t want to stop” he replied
Rachel didn’t say anything but blushed scarlet which told him she didn’t want to stop either.
Reluctantly they returned to their seats and donned their coats.
But as they were waiting for the doors to open Rachel said.
“I don’t want to stop either”
“Good” he said but wasn’t sure how it would help.
It was still lashing down with rain and added to that there was a violent thunderstorm raging to accompany it, so outdoor courting was out of the question, her house was a nonstarter and so was his.
As soon as the doors opened everyone scurried for cover and the exit, Rachel and Oliver were at the back of the pack.
He was thinking about how he might get inside her vest and she was looking around and as they first got under cover she suddenly pulled him sideways and he found himself outside the disabled toilet where Rachel opened the door and pulled him inside.
He bolted the door and the second the lock snapped shut he heard the rustle of Rachel’s cagoule as she threw it in the corner and then she kissed him hard on the mouth and he finally got in-between Rachel and her vest.
Apart from a good deal of kissing and being rewarded for his efforts in infiltrating her vest where he cupped her lovely breasts, nothing else happened even though they both felt a burning desire to do so, neither of them wanted to consummate their want in a public toilet.
So they waited until the next train pulled in and joined the rear of the throng of passengers.
“This is exciting” Rachel said and giggled and held his hand.
They held hands all the way home and then kissed goodnight at the gate and three days later he removed the second hand clothes, including the cotton vest, from her lovely body and made love to her in his bed.
Oliver Key stood on the platform at Millmoor station in the inclement weather as the Childean train arrived.
Once on the train he knew that one of two things would happen, he would either fall asleep within minutes of the train departing the station or the motion of the train would give him an erection.
Neither of which was entirely uncommon for a teenager even if his teenage years were nearly at an end.
As it turned out he got a hard on and then fell asleep, it was a fitful sleep full of erotic images and lusty dreams.
The result of which was that he had a much larger erection when he awoke than when he dropped off.
The good news was that they were only about five minutes from Childean, he checked his watch and he was sure he would easily make the connection for Shallowfield.
But that was before they stopped at a signal and waited there for what seemed like an eternity, and when they eventually got going again it meant meeting his connection was going to be a very close shave indeed.
As the train pulled into Childean station it was raining hard, very hard.
Luckily the connecting train was still there on the adjacent platform but Oliver could hear whistles blowing so he had to sprint across the platform to get on board and out of the rain again and he made it with only seconds to spare before the train pulled out.
He was in the last carriage, which meant he would disembark at Shallowfield on the uncovered section of the platform.
This was easily remedied by walking through to another carriage further along, but he couldn’t be asked.
He made himself comfortable and was quite confident that he would sleep and dream away the short duration of the journey.
That was until a rain soaked figure in a blue hooded cagoule appeared dripping water everywhere including over him, which was when he turned into his mother and tutted loudly.
Realising what they had done the figure turned around.
“I’m so sorry did I get you wet?” the figure said before continuing with surprise and a thin-lipped smile
“Oh Oliver”
He tried to recognise the owner of the voice but there was only a small circle of face visible and that had hair plastered to it and drops of rainwater were dripping off their eye lashes.
It was definitely a girl, small and wet, he suppose it could equally have been a small, wet effeminate man but he didn’t think he knew any.
Not having a clue who it was he did the only thing left open to and feeble said.
“Hello”
The figure unzipped their cagoule and removed the hood and he could see it was a short girl with straight brown hair and an attractive face, with freckled cheeks, and hazel eyes, and when her wet cag was removed she was wearing rather dowdy shapeless skirt a baggy sweater, shabby shoes and equally shabby tights.
“Rachel” he said, “I didn’t recognize you”
(Part 02)
The figure unzipped their cagoule and removed the hood and he could see it was a short girl with straight brown hair and an attractive face, with freckled cheeks, and hazel eyes, and when her wet cag was removed she was wearing rather dowdy shapeless skirt a baggy sweater, shabby shoes and equally shabby tights.
“Rachel” he said, “I didn’t recognize you”
Rachel McCaffrey was the eldest child of his next door neighbour’s.
She was a year older than him and worked three jobs as she was the only breadwinner for the family which was why she was always so shabbily dressed as all her clothes came from charity shops.
Oliver had always liked her despite that and had asked her out several times but she was always too busy with her jobs and looking after her widowed mother and three younger siblings.
She threw her wet cagoule down on the seat and was about to sit next to it when the train jerked and she fell onto Oliver’s lap but she quickly pushed back against him with her buttocks and scrambled to her feet.
“Sorry” she said and as she did so he was able to detect the faint aroma of perfume.
The train lurched once more and she again fell against him but once again she scrambled to her feet.
“Sorry” she said once more, but almost immediately the train lurched again and she fell onto his lap.
This time as she scrambled to regain her feet he tried to aid her ascent by grabbing her bum with the intention of pushing her up but instead he ended up caressing her arse and feeling every inch of its curve then suddenly she made a renewed attempt to escape.
“Sorry” she said again
“Stop apologizing Rach” he chastised her and he sat her on the seat beside him.
“I’m not sorry in the slightest” he added “you have a very nice arse by the way”
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she said blushing
“Why not? It’s true,” he said and then he did something he had wanted to do for a long time, he leant over and kissed her which at first she resisted but then reciprocated with interest but then she stopped abruptly and looked around the carriage, it was much busier than she was comfortable with.
“Too many people eh”
She nodded
Oliver stood up and led her around the bulkhead away from prying eyes and kissed her again, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, so much more electric than he had imagined it would be, so he took it as a sign of encouragement so while his lips busied themselves with hers, his hands made in roads inside her sweater where he found another layer to contend with, which appeared to be a cotton vest.
(Part 03)
Oliver stood up and led her around the bulkhead away from prying eyes and kissed her again, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, so much more electric than he had imagined it would be, so he took it as a sign of encouragement so while his lips busied themselves with hers, his hands made in roads inside her sweater where he found another layer to contend with, which appeared to be a cotton vest.
Oliver hadn’t come across a lot of vests, it was one area of female apparel that he had found lacking in his limited experience.
But getting “in it” he had every intention of doing so quite undeterred his hands sought out her tits and found them braless and her nipples aroused beneath the cotton.
He was still figuring out how to get on the other side of her vest when the driver announced they were approaching Shallowfield station.
“That’s our stop,” she said
“I don’t want to stop” he replied
Rachel didn’t say anything but blushed scarlet which told him she didn’t want to stop either.
Reluctantly they returned to their seats and donned their coats.
But as they were waiting for the doors to open Rachel said.
“I don’t want to stop either”
“Good” he said but wasn’t sure how it would help.
It was still lashing down with rain and added to that there was a violent thunderstorm raging to accompany it, so outdoor courting was out of the question, her house was a nonstarter and so was his.
As soon as the doors opened everyone scurried for cover and the exit, Rachel and Oliver were at the back of the pack.
He was thinking about how he might get inside her vest and she was looking around and as they first got under cover she suddenly pulled him sideways and he found himself outside the disabled toilet where Rachel opened the door and pulled him inside.
He bolted the door and the second the lock snapped shut he heard the rustle of Rachel’s cagoule as she threw it in the corner and then she kissed him hard on the mouth and he finally got in-between Rachel and her vest.
Apart from a good deal of kissing and being rewarded for his efforts in infiltrating her vest where he cupped her lovely breasts, nothing else happened even though they both felt a burning desire to do so, neither of them wanted to consummate their want in a public toilet.
So they waited until the next train pulled in and joined the rear of the throng of passengers.
“This is exciting” Rachel said and giggled and held his hand.
They held hands all the way home and then kissed goodnight at the gate and three days later he removed the second hand clothes, including the cotton vest, from her lovely body and made love to her in his bed.
Saturday, 10 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (152) Indecent Proposal
(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.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests that he considered fair game.
There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village, he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, even more desperate divorcees and the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.
But the circumstances under which he encountered Kim Werner were slightly different.
She was neither a guest, not staff or a local cougar she was the vicars daughter and she was only 17.
Kim had been trying to get Gary into bed since the moment he arrived in Clayton but he had resisted her allure.
The reason for that was not that she wasn’t actractive, she was very, she was a petite brunette, with a beautiful face and tidy body.
Nor was it her age, he had bedded plenty of 17 and 18 year olds in his time and would doubtless have a good many more.
His issue with her was the fact she was the vicars innocent daughter and he thought it would be a step too far, so he kept dodging her less than suttle advances.
(Part 02)
Gary managed to dodge Kim’s less than suttle advances for six months without too much difficulty but she became bolder and bolder until one day when he had been for meal at The Old Mill in Mornington and walked over to his car and found Kim sitting in the passenger seat.
“What are you doing here?” he asked
“I was just passing” she replied
“You have to stop doing this” he said and got into the driver’s seat.
But when he got in the car he noticed she was wearing a pink and white top but was completely naked from the waist down.
“Can we go now?” she asked and put her left foot up on the dash board.
“For God’s sake Kim cover yourself up”
“Why, don’t you like what you see?”
“That’s not the problem” he said “Someone will see”
“Then take me somewhere else” Kim said coyly
“How many times do I have to say it, no” he said
“Now cover yourself up and I’ll take you home”
“I don’t want to go home” she replied “but you can “take me”“
“Stop!” he snapped
“Why? What’s wrong with me?” she said angrily
“You have absolutely no morals whatsoever and you shag anyone and everyone” she retorted “So why not me?”
“What do you mean?” he asked
“You don’t need to get defensive, it’s alright I don’t mind you shagging other women” she said matter of factly “and I know you are so don’t bother trying to deny it, I even know who a lot of them are,”
“I think someone has been spreading rumours” he said defensively
“If they were only rumours I wouldn’t be interested in shagging you” she said
Gary went to speak but Kim stopped him by adding
“And as I say I don’t care who you shag as long as you never touch my sisters, or my mother”
And then almost as an afterthought she said “Or my Aunt Beth”
“Isnt she the one with the moustach?” he asked and she laughed
“Yes but she has great tits” Kim pointed out
Her sisters were far too young to be candidates for his lust and he hadn’t even considered her Mother or moustache Pete for that matter.
He was just digesting what she had said when he caught sight of one of the barmaids collecting glasses and at that precise moment she bent over to pick up an empty glass and flashed her thronged twat in his direction.
“So all I want is your undivided attention” she said and punched him
“Sorry” he said
“That’s ok, you can look at her fanny” she said “as long as when you get an erection, I get it”
“Well someone will” he said
“Why not me?” she said angrily
“You’re too young” he said
“Rubbish I’m 18 so its not illegal”
“And I’m 33 so it may not be illegal but its certainly immoral” he pointed out
“Why? Its not as iff I’m a virgin” she said and he looked shocked
“What? you thought because I’m a Vicars duaghter that I was all virginal and pure?” she scoffed
“Well yes” he said
“Really? Well I haven’t been a pure Christian maid since I was 13” she confessed
“So now can we go somewhere and fuck?” she asked and
Gary replied by starting the engine.
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.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests that he considered fair game.
There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village, he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, even more desperate divorcees and the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.
But the circumstances under which he encountered Kim Werner were slightly different.
She was neither a guest, not staff or a local cougar she was the vicars daughter and she was only 17.
Kim had been trying to get Gary into bed since the moment he arrived in Clayton but he had resisted her allure.
The reason for that was not that she wasn’t actractive, she was very, she was a petite brunette, with a beautiful face and tidy body.
Nor was it her age, he had bedded plenty of 17 and 18 year olds in his time and would doubtless have a good many more.
His issue with her was the fact she was the vicars innocent daughter and he thought it would be a step too far, so he kept dodging her less than suttle advances.
(Part 02)
Gary managed to dodge Kim’s less than suttle advances for six months without too much difficulty but she became bolder and bolder until one day when he had been for meal at The Old Mill in Mornington and walked over to his car and found Kim sitting in the passenger seat.
“What are you doing here?” he asked
“I was just passing” she replied
“You have to stop doing this” he said and got into the driver’s seat.
But when he got in the car he noticed she was wearing a pink and white top but was completely naked from the waist down.
“Can we go now?” she asked and put her left foot up on the dash board.
“For God’s sake Kim cover yourself up”
“Why, don’t you like what you see?”
“That’s not the problem” he said “Someone will see”
“Then take me somewhere else” Kim said coyly
“How many times do I have to say it, no” he said
“Now cover yourself up and I’ll take you home”
“I don’t want to go home” she replied “but you can “take me”“
“Stop!” he snapped
“Why? What’s wrong with me?” she said angrily
“You have absolutely no morals whatsoever and you shag anyone and everyone” she retorted “So why not me?”
“What do you mean?” he asked
“You don’t need to get defensive, it’s alright I don’t mind you shagging other women” she said matter of factly “and I know you are so don’t bother trying to deny it, I even know who a lot of them are,”
“I think someone has been spreading rumours” he said defensively
“If they were only rumours I wouldn’t be interested in shagging you” she said
Gary went to speak but Kim stopped him by adding
“And as I say I don’t care who you shag as long as you never touch my sisters, or my mother”
And then almost as an afterthought she said “Or my Aunt Beth”
“Isnt she the one with the moustach?” he asked and she laughed
“Yes but she has great tits” Kim pointed out
Her sisters were far too young to be candidates for his lust and he hadn’t even considered her Mother or moustache Pete for that matter.
He was just digesting what she had said when he caught sight of one of the barmaids collecting glasses and at that precise moment she bent over to pick up an empty glass and flashed her thronged twat in his direction.
“So all I want is your undivided attention” she said and punched him
“Sorry” he said
“That’s ok, you can look at her fanny” she said “as long as when you get an erection, I get it”
“Well someone will” he said
“Why not me?” she said angrily
“You’re too young” he said
“Rubbish I’m 18 so its not illegal”
“And I’m 33 so it may not be illegal but its certainly immoral” he pointed out
“Why? Its not as iff I’m a virgin” she said and he looked shocked
“What? you thought because I’m a Vicars duaghter that I was all virginal and pure?” she scoffed
“Well yes” he said
“Really? Well I haven’t been a pure Christian maid since I was 13” she confessed
“So now can we go somewhere and fuck?” she asked and
Gary replied by starting the engine.
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