He kissed every inch of her sweet perfume skin beginning at the nape of her neck, then her collar bone and throat before descending to each perfect breast and their proud pink peaks.
Then across her soft belly, drawn by passions scent and beneath her down to her luscious loins where he sourced the open petals of the moist blossom of her melliferous flower and he consumed her sweet liquid sensuality.
Monday, 19 June 2017
Sunday, 18 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (183) The Maverick Solicitor
(Part 01)
It was the first week in June when Paul Lipscombe found himself sitting in the reception at Hollins, Cooper and Baker, the firm of Solicitors handling his divorce.
He wasn’t there for anything specific it just happened that he in Purplemere for the day.
He had an important lunchtime meeting with a client and a less important Dinner meeting with his soon to be ex-wife, so as he was left with some time to kill, and as he was in the vicinity, he thought he
Would sandwich them in the middle and pop in to make sure they weren’t dragging their heels.
It was a case of out of sight out of mind with solicitors in his experience, although they always remembered you when money was due.
Anyway he sat there for about an hour waiting for Ms. Baker to become available, whom he presumed to be some Manish ball breaker who enjoyed keeping people waiting.
So when he saw an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, he thought to himself she must be Ms. Baker’s personal assistant.
“Mr. Lipscombe?” She said holding out her hand “sorry to keep you waiting”
He took the offered hand, which she gripped firmly
“Lindsay Baker, so pleased to meet you”
“Like wise, please call me Paul” he replied and she smiled broadly and said
“Would you like to come through then Paul?”
She led the way and he followed on and the receptionist caught him staring at Ms. Baker’s rather delightful arse and she frowned at him but he just shrugged and carried on looking at the rolling buttocks.
Paul spent a very pleasant hour with the very un-Manish Ms. Baker who he thought might still be a ball breaker but not in the way he first thought
They went through the papers and she assured him that everything would be tied up with a bow in the coming few weeks.
He didn’t take in everything she was saying, due to a combination of the posh plummy tones of her voice which he found very seductive, always a turn on for him, and the very horny way she peered over the top of her spectacles and the fact she was very pleasing on the eye and Paul had always had a soft spot for posh tottie, well a hard spot really.
And she was very attractive, possibly even glamorous, Lindsay Baker was certainly alluring, and it was an allure which aroused his physical desire.
When she leant over the desk he was able to stare down her blouse and when she was sitting back in her chair he could stare at her magnificent long legs.
But when she walked about the room he feasted his eyes on everything in turn, and in his lustful state he could have creamed his pants just looking at her assets and the way she displayed them.
(Part 02)
When the time came to leave and they shook hands again it was slow and lingering and he thought how much he would like her to hold his old chap in that soft manicured hand.
Lindsay smiled as if she could read his filthy mind, he wasn’t sure if she could or not but there was definitely a libidinous look in her eyes, and they were looking at him.
“If your wife signs the papers you could drop them in the office, I’m here until 9” she said and he thought that sounded like an open invitation.
“I’ll see you later then” he responded
When he left her office he walked past the receptionist who gave him a very disdainful look so he looked down her top at her quite pleasing rack restrained in a pink satin bra, and when she realized he was staring at her baps she quickly covered herself up and let out a rather disgusted exclamation, but then she smiled at him and blushed.
He returned her smile and asked
“Do you have anything with the address and phone number on?”
“Oh yes” she replied eagerly “I could give you one of my cards”
“Thank you….”
“Samantha” she said “Samantha Miles”
“Thank you Samantha”
The Dinner with his wife was just as tedious as he thought it would be so he felt no guilt at all about ducking out early, in fact as soon as he had secured her signature, he made his excuses.
He returned back to Hollins, Cooper and Baker just before 8.30 and the security guard let him in.
“Miss Baker is expecting you” he said “Do you know the way?”
“Yes I know the way” Paul replied
“Ok I’ll let her know you’re on the way up” the guard said and Paul smiled, he had been “up” for some time.
He walked past Samantha’s empty desk and thought he would be ploughing her furrow in the not too distant future.
Which was when he became aware of an exotic heady fragrance and then he heard her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr. Lipscombe”
She said from the shadowy corridor and the mental pictures of her as she had been earlier filled his head, the tailored skirt, white blouse and black tights, but when she emerge from the shadows she was minus her skirt, her tights had been replaced by stockings and her blouse was unbuttoned.
Exposing her nakedness beneath it, from her swan neck down to her hairy mound.
He gave her a good look over and was pleased and his final appraisal was a favourable one.
“I take it this is an informal meeting” he said
Lindsay giggled and turned around and headed down a long corridor and he followed her with a hard on and was mesmerized by her form and admiring the perfection of her rather delightful naked arse.
Once inside they began with a simple kiss, gentle and giving and their hands tentatively caressed the backs of their partners but the kiss quickly became more fervent, driven on by Lindsay’s ardency, led to a torrid passionate embrace and her caress touched every erogenous point of sensitivity until she was so hot and sexually receptive she pushed him back across her desk and like a beast in Oestrus
she mounted him impaling her raging fire on him and rode him like a bronco until the wild beast was tamed.
It was the first week in June when Paul Lipscombe found himself sitting in the reception at Hollins, Cooper and Baker, the firm of Solicitors handling his divorce.
He wasn’t there for anything specific it just happened that he in Purplemere for the day.
He had an important lunchtime meeting with a client and a less important Dinner meeting with his soon to be ex-wife, so as he was left with some time to kill, and as he was in the vicinity, he thought he
Would sandwich them in the middle and pop in to make sure they weren’t dragging their heels.
It was a case of out of sight out of mind with solicitors in his experience, although they always remembered you when money was due.
Anyway he sat there for about an hour waiting for Ms. Baker to become available, whom he presumed to be some Manish ball breaker who enjoyed keeping people waiting.
So when he saw an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, he thought to himself she must be Ms. Baker’s personal assistant.
“Mr. Lipscombe?” She said holding out her hand “sorry to keep you waiting”
He took the offered hand, which she gripped firmly
“Lindsay Baker, so pleased to meet you”
“Like wise, please call me Paul” he replied and she smiled broadly and said
“Would you like to come through then Paul?”
She led the way and he followed on and the receptionist caught him staring at Ms. Baker’s rather delightful arse and she frowned at him but he just shrugged and carried on looking at the rolling buttocks.
Paul spent a very pleasant hour with the very un-Manish Ms. Baker who he thought might still be a ball breaker but not in the way he first thought
They went through the papers and she assured him that everything would be tied up with a bow in the coming few weeks.
He didn’t take in everything she was saying, due to a combination of the posh plummy tones of her voice which he found very seductive, always a turn on for him, and the very horny way she peered over the top of her spectacles and the fact she was very pleasing on the eye and Paul had always had a soft spot for posh tottie, well a hard spot really.
And she was very attractive, possibly even glamorous, Lindsay Baker was certainly alluring, and it was an allure which aroused his physical desire.
When she leant over the desk he was able to stare down her blouse and when she was sitting back in her chair he could stare at her magnificent long legs.
But when she walked about the room he feasted his eyes on everything in turn, and in his lustful state he could have creamed his pants just looking at her assets and the way she displayed them.
(Part 02)
When the time came to leave and they shook hands again it was slow and lingering and he thought how much he would like her to hold his old chap in that soft manicured hand.
Lindsay smiled as if she could read his filthy mind, he wasn’t sure if she could or not but there was definitely a libidinous look in her eyes, and they were looking at him.
“If your wife signs the papers you could drop them in the office, I’m here until 9” she said and he thought that sounded like an open invitation.
“I’ll see you later then” he responded
When he left her office he walked past the receptionist who gave him a very disdainful look so he looked down her top at her quite pleasing rack restrained in a pink satin bra, and when she realized he was staring at her baps she quickly covered herself up and let out a rather disgusted exclamation, but then she smiled at him and blushed.
He returned her smile and asked
“Do you have anything with the address and phone number on?”
“Oh yes” she replied eagerly “I could give you one of my cards”
“Thank you….”
“Samantha” she said “Samantha Miles”
“Thank you Samantha”
The Dinner with his wife was just as tedious as he thought it would be so he felt no guilt at all about ducking out early, in fact as soon as he had secured her signature, he made his excuses.
He returned back to Hollins, Cooper and Baker just before 8.30 and the security guard let him in.
“Miss Baker is expecting you” he said “Do you know the way?”
“Yes I know the way” Paul replied
“Ok I’ll let her know you’re on the way up” the guard said and Paul smiled, he had been “up” for some time.
He walked past Samantha’s empty desk and thought he would be ploughing her furrow in the not too distant future.
Which was when he became aware of an exotic heady fragrance and then he heard her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr. Lipscombe”
She said from the shadowy corridor and the mental pictures of her as she had been earlier filled his head, the tailored skirt, white blouse and black tights, but when she emerge from the shadows she was minus her skirt, her tights had been replaced by stockings and her blouse was unbuttoned.
Exposing her nakedness beneath it, from her swan neck down to her hairy mound.
He gave her a good look over and was pleased and his final appraisal was a favourable one.
“I take it this is an informal meeting” he said
Lindsay giggled and turned around and headed down a long corridor and he followed her with a hard on and was mesmerized by her form and admiring the perfection of her rather delightful naked arse.
Once inside they began with a simple kiss, gentle and giving and their hands tentatively caressed the backs of their partners but the kiss quickly became more fervent, driven on by Lindsay’s ardency, led to a torrid passionate embrace and her caress touched every erogenous point of sensitivity until she was so hot and sexually receptive she pushed him back across her desk and like a beast in Oestrus
she mounted him impaling her raging fire on him and rode him like a bronco until the wild beast was tamed.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (182) An Intimate Dining Experience
Nick Gretton hated business dinners but sadly he knew they were a necessary evil so he had to endure them.
And so he was filled with the usual sense of dread when he and his Financial Director Lena Wells wined and dined Constantine Leovaris and his second in command Sarah Swann at the Runcible spoon in Purplemere.
It wasn’t one of his favourites, but it had a good reputation though he thought it was just a trendy nouvelle cuisine restaurant serving high flavour, low substance dishes, the food was good, if you like tiny artistic arrangements the size of an Hors d'oeuvre, on a slab of welsh slate, but you can’t live on it.
Generally when it was time to leave he was hungrier than he was when he arrived, and he would have to go to Burger King on the way home.
But on that night he learned to truly appreciate an intimate dining experience because shortly after the main course was cleared away he felt Sarah Swann’s hand on his knee, but it didn’t linger there for long as it traversed up his thigh.
By the time desert arrived at the table Sarah’s hand had arrived on his crotch and as he took his last spoonful of desert her hand had pulled down his fly and her fingers began searching for his cock and when the waiter took the coffee order she was holding him in the palm of her hand
In a literal sense, she had his full attention, body and soul as her fingers wrapped around him and tugged on him expertly.
Playing with his shaft, playing with him, while conducting an in depth conversation with her opposite number across the table
Then she beat faster and faster until he was nearly there, then she stopped, and began again building him to the blissful release and then letting him subside again.
And at that juncture she began again, then again until he thought he was losing his mind until she took him to the abyss and he exploded.
He looked at Sarah who was smiling smugly as she sucked her finger and then wiped her cummy hand on her serviette.
As they said good bye outside the restaurant they shook hands and he said quietly
“You have a very firm grip”
“Thank you” she said
“I look forward to our next meeting with interest” he added
“It was a very nice dinner” Constantine said
“Yes the food was exquisite” Lena added
“I particularly enjoyed desert” Sarah replied
“Me too” Nick agreed
And so he was filled with the usual sense of dread when he and his Financial Director Lena Wells wined and dined Constantine Leovaris and his second in command Sarah Swann at the Runcible spoon in Purplemere.
It wasn’t one of his favourites, but it had a good reputation though he thought it was just a trendy nouvelle cuisine restaurant serving high flavour, low substance dishes, the food was good, if you like tiny artistic arrangements the size of an Hors d'oeuvre, on a slab of welsh slate, but you can’t live on it.
Generally when it was time to leave he was hungrier than he was when he arrived, and he would have to go to Burger King on the way home.
But on that night he learned to truly appreciate an intimate dining experience because shortly after the main course was cleared away he felt Sarah Swann’s hand on his knee, but it didn’t linger there for long as it traversed up his thigh.
By the time desert arrived at the table Sarah’s hand had arrived on his crotch and as he took his last spoonful of desert her hand had pulled down his fly and her fingers began searching for his cock and when the waiter took the coffee order she was holding him in the palm of her hand
In a literal sense, she had his full attention, body and soul as her fingers wrapped around him and tugged on him expertly.
Playing with his shaft, playing with him, while conducting an in depth conversation with her opposite number across the table
Then she beat faster and faster until he was nearly there, then she stopped, and began again building him to the blissful release and then letting him subside again.
And at that juncture she began again, then again until he thought he was losing his mind until she took him to the abyss and he exploded.
He looked at Sarah who was smiling smugly as she sucked her finger and then wiped her cummy hand on her serviette.
As they said good bye outside the restaurant they shook hands and he said quietly
“You have a very firm grip”
“Thank you” she said
“I look forward to our next meeting with interest” he added
“It was a very nice dinner” Constantine said
“Yes the food was exquisite” Lena added
“I particularly enjoyed desert” Sarah replied
“Me too” Nick agreed
Choice Tales from the Vale – (181) The Daring Young Girl with the Everyday Dream
(Part 01)
In the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, Martyn Wingrove was in bed with his girlfriend Sharon Todd, in fact they had been in bed pretty much all the time since she returned from training and exercises with the Downshire Light Infantry.
She had sent him a salacious video of herself that she made in a hotel in Brunei where she masturbated herself to orgasm on a sofa.
But that proved to be just a taster because once she got him into bed she didn’t want to let him go.
But he still had work to go to and she had friends to catch up with and had to spend time with her parents.
But every opportunity they had was spend in each other’s arms and that was how it had been since she returned with the possible exception of when she was on the blob, but even then they weren’t sex free.
But one morning as they lay in bed he said
“You’re very quiet, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing” she replied
“Come on, there’s something on your mind” he insisted
“I’ve got four days left of my leave” She explained “before I have to report to barracks in Nettlefield and another week after that before we go to Cyprus”
“I know” he said
“Well there’s something I want to do before then” she said
“You’ll have to wait for me to recover first” he said
“No not that” she retorted
“It must be something important then” he said with concern
“Will you take me to the Regimental Summer Ball in Nettlefield?” she asked and tensed up
“Is that all?”
“Yes” she replied “I’ve never been before, I never had anyone special enough before to go with, but now I do”
“Of course I will darling” he said
“Good because I’ve already bought the tickets”
When he picked her up from her mums, his jaw almost hit the floor, she looked stunning in a burgundy coloured cocktail dress, borrowed from her mother and matching shoes and handbag from her sister.
He thought Sharon looked like a proper girl, not the daring soldier, afraid of nothing and nobody, she was a girl, gentle and vulnerable, and little bit frightened, and he couldn’t have been more in love with her than at that precise moment.
And when he walked into the Ball on the warm June evening with Sharon on his arm he felt so proud.
They had a wonderful night, excellent food, a live band and lots of dancing, and neither of them really wanted the night to end, but end it did and at 2 am they were walking through Memorial Park in the moonlight heading towards the Hotel when Martyn broke the silence as they were passing the bandstand.
“There’s something I need to talk to you about” he said and her heart was in her mouth, her worst fears were being realised, he was breaking up with her because she was being posted.
“I don’t know the best way to say this” he began and her stomach turned over
(Part 02)
“I’m going to take two months off work, unpaid mainly, like a sabbatical, so I can come to Cyprus right in the middle of you tour, I’ve already spoken to my boss and he’s happy, so we’ll be together for Christmas and New Year” He said without pausing for breath.
“What do you think?”
“What I thought was that you were going to dump me” she said and slapped his arm
“Why would you think that?” he said
“Because I’m going away” she replied
“Which is why I want to come and spend time with you”
“Won’t you get bored while I’m on duty?” she asked
“No, Cyprus is a nice place with plenty to see” he replied “and there will be plenty of pretty girls to occupy me while you’re serving queen and country”
“You do know that I’m trained to kill don’t you?”
“Yes and I know how you’re planning to do it, I’ve lost half a stone since you got back from Canada” he said “you’re literally shagging me to death”
Sharon laughed
“Are you sure you want to come to Cyprus?” she said seriously
“Look I’ve only just got you back in my life and I’m not letting you slip through my fingers again” he said
“I’ve decided that you’re a keeper”
“Does that mean what I thing it means?” she asked
“It better had, otherwise I’ve bought this for nothing” he said “and took a ring box from his pocket”
“Oh my God” she exclaimed “Really?”
“Well what do you think?”
“I…” she began and then put her head in her hands then she took a deep breath and stood to attention
“I think you need to ask me a question” she said
“Oh it’s like that is it?” he said and knelt down
“Sharon Elisabeth Emma Todd, will you marry me?”
“Oh I don’t know” she said indifferently
“Fare enough” he replied and put the ring back in his pocket
“I got the ring on sale or return anyway”
“Don’t you dare” she said and got him in a half nelson until he gave her the ring “of course I’ll marry you, it’s all I’ve ever wanted”
“What to be married?” he asked
“No, to be married to you”
“Then I am your dream come true?” he said
“Well now you put it like that I appear to have set my sights rather low” Sharon jibed
“Is that right?” he said taking her by surprise and bending her over the hand rail and spanked her arse hard
“Ow” she barked
“Sorry did I spank the roughty tufty soldier too hard” he said and spanked her again
“Oww” she said “that hurt”
“I‘m sorry let met rub it better” he said and lifted her dress up and he noticed she had no panties on
“Where are your knickers?”
“In my clutch bag”
“Why?”
“It was going to be your surprise but you’re not getting it now because you’re a pig” she said playfully
“oh I’m not going to get it?” he said “I’m not going to get this you mean” he said and ran a finger down her arse crack, lightly brushing her puckered anus until it was between her whiskered lips and awash in her cream.
“Is this what I’m not getting?”
“No never” she snapped so he poked his middle finger into her hot hole
“Never ever” she said defiantly so he added his forefinger into her minge
“Still never” she said through gritted teeth
“Well I suppose if I can’t finger your hot little pussy then I certainly can’t do this” he said and glided his cock into her creaminess instead
“Oh do that, oh yes do that more” she moaned in the moonlight.
In the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, Martyn Wingrove was in bed with his girlfriend Sharon Todd, in fact they had been in bed pretty much all the time since she returned from training and exercises with the Downshire Light Infantry.
She had sent him a salacious video of herself that she made in a hotel in Brunei where she masturbated herself to orgasm on a sofa.
But that proved to be just a taster because once she got him into bed she didn’t want to let him go.
But he still had work to go to and she had friends to catch up with and had to spend time with her parents.
But every opportunity they had was spend in each other’s arms and that was how it had been since she returned with the possible exception of when she was on the blob, but even then they weren’t sex free.
But one morning as they lay in bed he said
“You’re very quiet, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing” she replied
“Come on, there’s something on your mind” he insisted
“I’ve got four days left of my leave” She explained “before I have to report to barracks in Nettlefield and another week after that before we go to Cyprus”
“I know” he said
“Well there’s something I want to do before then” she said
“You’ll have to wait for me to recover first” he said
“No not that” she retorted
“It must be something important then” he said with concern
“Will you take me to the Regimental Summer Ball in Nettlefield?” she asked and tensed up
“Is that all?”
“Yes” she replied “I’ve never been before, I never had anyone special enough before to go with, but now I do”
“Of course I will darling” he said
“Good because I’ve already bought the tickets”
When he picked her up from her mums, his jaw almost hit the floor, she looked stunning in a burgundy coloured cocktail dress, borrowed from her mother and matching shoes and handbag from her sister.
He thought Sharon looked like a proper girl, not the daring soldier, afraid of nothing and nobody, she was a girl, gentle and vulnerable, and little bit frightened, and he couldn’t have been more in love with her than at that precise moment.
And when he walked into the Ball on the warm June evening with Sharon on his arm he felt so proud.
They had a wonderful night, excellent food, a live band and lots of dancing, and neither of them really wanted the night to end, but end it did and at 2 am they were walking through Memorial Park in the moonlight heading towards the Hotel when Martyn broke the silence as they were passing the bandstand.
“There’s something I need to talk to you about” he said and her heart was in her mouth, her worst fears were being realised, he was breaking up with her because she was being posted.
“I don’t know the best way to say this” he began and her stomach turned over
(Part 02)
“I’m going to take two months off work, unpaid mainly, like a sabbatical, so I can come to Cyprus right in the middle of you tour, I’ve already spoken to my boss and he’s happy, so we’ll be together for Christmas and New Year” He said without pausing for breath.
“What do you think?”
“What I thought was that you were going to dump me” she said and slapped his arm
“Why would you think that?” he said
“Because I’m going away” she replied
“Which is why I want to come and spend time with you”
“Won’t you get bored while I’m on duty?” she asked
“No, Cyprus is a nice place with plenty to see” he replied “and there will be plenty of pretty girls to occupy me while you’re serving queen and country”
“You do know that I’m trained to kill don’t you?”
“Yes and I know how you’re planning to do it, I’ve lost half a stone since you got back from Canada” he said “you’re literally shagging me to death”
Sharon laughed
“Are you sure you want to come to Cyprus?” she said seriously
“Look I’ve only just got you back in my life and I’m not letting you slip through my fingers again” he said
“I’ve decided that you’re a keeper”
“Does that mean what I thing it means?” she asked
“It better had, otherwise I’ve bought this for nothing” he said “and took a ring box from his pocket”
“Oh my God” she exclaimed “Really?”
“Well what do you think?”
“I…” she began and then put her head in her hands then she took a deep breath and stood to attention
“I think you need to ask me a question” she said
“Oh it’s like that is it?” he said and knelt down
“Sharon Elisabeth Emma Todd, will you marry me?”
“Oh I don’t know” she said indifferently
“Fare enough” he replied and put the ring back in his pocket
“I got the ring on sale or return anyway”
“Don’t you dare” she said and got him in a half nelson until he gave her the ring “of course I’ll marry you, it’s all I’ve ever wanted”
“What to be married?” he asked
“No, to be married to you”
“Then I am your dream come true?” he said
“Well now you put it like that I appear to have set my sights rather low” Sharon jibed
“Is that right?” he said taking her by surprise and bending her over the hand rail and spanked her arse hard
“Ow” she barked
“Sorry did I spank the roughty tufty soldier too hard” he said and spanked her again
“Oww” she said “that hurt”
“I‘m sorry let met rub it better” he said and lifted her dress up and he noticed she had no panties on
“Where are your knickers?”
“In my clutch bag”
“Why?”
“It was going to be your surprise but you’re not getting it now because you’re a pig” she said playfully
“oh I’m not going to get it?” he said “I’m not going to get this you mean” he said and ran a finger down her arse crack, lightly brushing her puckered anus until it was between her whiskered lips and awash in her cream.
“Is this what I’m not getting?”
“No never” she snapped so he poked his middle finger into her hot hole
“Never ever” she said defiantly so he added his forefinger into her minge
“Still never” she said through gritted teeth
“Well I suppose if I can’t finger your hot little pussy then I certainly can’t do this” he said and glided his cock into her creaminess instead
“Oh do that, oh yes do that more” she moaned in the moonlight.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (180) Pictures of Lily
Gerald Heaton lived in Upper Gracewood near Finchbottom and
The morning after he made love to Lily Cooper in his bed he was rudely awakened from his slumber by the persistent ringing of his mobile phone.
He reached a hand out from beneath the duvet and grabbed the phone
“Hello” he said sleepily and then realised it was a text.
So he pressed accept for the message and was snapped awake by what he saw
It was a selfie from Lily wearing a black leather Basque, black silk panties trimmed in lace and black stockings and suspenders.
“Wow” he said and felt a tingling in his loins.
He closed his eyes as he remembered touching her lovely body and only opened them again at the sound of another text.
His hand was shaking as he picked up his phone and viewed another selfie this time she was minus the Basque and the tingling in his loins became an erection.
Gerald got out of bed and went in the shower but he took his phone with him, so he could look at her as he tugged himself off.
But before he got in the shower he got another text and she was peeling a stocking off her leg and almost immediately he received another one and she was peeling the stocking off the other leg.
He put the phone down and got in the shower and when he got out he was sporting a boner in anticipation of the next selfie so Gerald grabbed his phone and this time Lily had her back to the camera as she pulled her black silk knickers off her lovely arse.
“I want you so badly” he said and quickly dried himself and was partially dressed when his phone went again, it was another picture and this time she was completely naked as she lay on her bed.
He finished dressing and had just confined his throbbing erection behind his fly when the phone went again and his hand was shaking as he picked it up, what would the next picture reveal?,
But Gerald was rather disappointed to see it was just a text which he reluctantly opened, but when he read it his hand was shaking even more.
It read
“Come and get it”
The morning after he made love to Lily Cooper in his bed he was rudely awakened from his slumber by the persistent ringing of his mobile phone.
He reached a hand out from beneath the duvet and grabbed the phone
“Hello” he said sleepily and then realised it was a text.
So he pressed accept for the message and was snapped awake by what he saw
It was a selfie from Lily wearing a black leather Basque, black silk panties trimmed in lace and black stockings and suspenders.
“Wow” he said and felt a tingling in his loins.
He closed his eyes as he remembered touching her lovely body and only opened them again at the sound of another text.
His hand was shaking as he picked up his phone and viewed another selfie this time she was minus the Basque and the tingling in his loins became an erection.
Gerald got out of bed and went in the shower but he took his phone with him, so he could look at her as he tugged himself off.
But before he got in the shower he got another text and she was peeling a stocking off her leg and almost immediately he received another one and she was peeling the stocking off the other leg.
He put the phone down and got in the shower and when he got out he was sporting a boner in anticipation of the next selfie so Gerald grabbed his phone and this time Lily had her back to the camera as she pulled her black silk knickers off her lovely arse.
“I want you so badly” he said and quickly dried himself and was partially dressed when his phone went again, it was another picture and this time she was completely naked as she lay on her bed.
He finished dressing and had just confined his throbbing erection behind his fly when the phone went again and his hand was shaking as he picked it up, what would the next picture reveal?,
But Gerald was rather disappointed to see it was just a text which he reluctantly opened, but when he read it his hand was shaking even more.
It read
“Come and get it”
Saturday, 17 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (179) Cathy’s Tale – Laying the Ghost
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.
Cathy however was very well versed in the art of pleasuring herself, but there came a time when David Tuckman, her brothers best friend, was repairing the boiler that she weakened and begged him to touch her.
“there will be no kissing and no intercourse” she stated “just touching”
To kiss and make love would be a betrayal to his memory.
But she thought touching would be alright and touch her he did and took her to orgasm, but not before they were discovered by her stepdaughter Gillie.
Cathy sat on her bed and looked at herself in the mirror and smiled weakly.
She hadnt felt that alive for more than two years but although his intimate touch was intensly electrifying the pleasure he had given her was a double edged sword.
She dismissed him after he brought her to orgasm and rejected his request for a kiss but the truth of the matter was that she wanted his kiss and his cock.
But while she was sitting alone lamenting what she might have received, her stepdaughter Gillian was receiving it instead.
Cathy could have no complaint however as it was she who had told him to take his kiss and his hard on and give it to Gillie.
When she heard Gillie’s door open she got up and followed him down the stairs.
“Is she ok?” she asked
“Yes” he replied “she’s asleep now”
“Good”
“How are you feeling?” he asked
“Jealous” she replied and turned away and a minute later she heard the front door slam.
She wanted to run to the door and shout after him
“Come back and fuck me now”
But of course she didn’t, but she did make a resolution to herself.
Two day later she phone Dave to say that one of the radiators was leaking and he said he would be round as soon as he could.
The leaky radiator was a fabrication, it was merely a device to get him through the door.
While she waited she got herself dressed in preparation because getting him through the door was only part of the plan and so what she was dressed in was designed to keep him there.
But as she sat and waited for him with every tick off the clock her resolve began to ebb away.
So she opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a large glass.
By the time Dave knocked on the front door she was on her third.
“Come and have a drink” she slurred when she’d opened the door
“Ok” he said doubtfully and followed her but he declined the drink and waited for her to tell him why he was there.
In the end it was Dave who broke the silence.
“When I asked you how you were feeling the other day, you replied, “jealous”
“I did” she agreed
“What of?”
“I was jealous of her, because of her having you” she replied which he suspected but he didn’t see the next bit coming
“And I was jealous of you for having her”
“Really?” he asked but she said no more on the subject “so where is the leaky rad?”
“Ah” she exclaimed “The only thing that’s wet around here is me”
“I can fix that” Dave said “but there would be no conditions”
Cathy didn’t reply but she put her wine glass down and stood up and clumsily slipped off her dress and stood in front of him in her black Teddy.
“So no holds barred?” he asked
“Shut up and kiss me” she said
So he obliged and it was everything he hoped their first kiss would be and as he stood holding her he asked
“So everything then?”
“Come with me and I’ll show you” she said and led him by the hand upstairs to her bedroom and once inside she crawled onto the bed on all fours and Dave un-popped her gusset, and pushed the garment over her hips exposing her round white buttocks and her dewy lips.
Dave quickly joined her on the bed and knelt behind her and gripped her hips before he fulfilled his lifelong ambition when he reached up and inside her Teddy and cupped her wondrous breasts and to vociferous acquiescence plunged his cock into her hot juice.
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.
Cathy however was very well versed in the art of pleasuring herself, but there came a time when David Tuckman, her brothers best friend, was repairing the boiler that she weakened and begged him to touch her.
“there will be no kissing and no intercourse” she stated “just touching”
To kiss and make love would be a betrayal to his memory.
But she thought touching would be alright and touch her he did and took her to orgasm, but not before they were discovered by her stepdaughter Gillie.
Cathy sat on her bed and looked at herself in the mirror and smiled weakly.
She hadnt felt that alive for more than two years but although his intimate touch was intensly electrifying the pleasure he had given her was a double edged sword.
She dismissed him after he brought her to orgasm and rejected his request for a kiss but the truth of the matter was that she wanted his kiss and his cock.
But while she was sitting alone lamenting what she might have received, her stepdaughter Gillian was receiving it instead.
Cathy could have no complaint however as it was she who had told him to take his kiss and his hard on and give it to Gillie.
When she heard Gillie’s door open she got up and followed him down the stairs.
“Is she ok?” she asked
“Yes” he replied “she’s asleep now”
“Good”
“How are you feeling?” he asked
“Jealous” she replied and turned away and a minute later she heard the front door slam.
She wanted to run to the door and shout after him
“Come back and fuck me now”
But of course she didn’t, but she did make a resolution to herself.
Two day later she phone Dave to say that one of the radiators was leaking and he said he would be round as soon as he could.
The leaky radiator was a fabrication, it was merely a device to get him through the door.
While she waited she got herself dressed in preparation because getting him through the door was only part of the plan and so what she was dressed in was designed to keep him there.
But as she sat and waited for him with every tick off the clock her resolve began to ebb away.
So she opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a large glass.
By the time Dave knocked on the front door she was on her third.
“Come and have a drink” she slurred when she’d opened the door
“Ok” he said doubtfully and followed her but he declined the drink and waited for her to tell him why he was there.
In the end it was Dave who broke the silence.
“When I asked you how you were feeling the other day, you replied, “jealous”
“I did” she agreed
“What of?”
“I was jealous of her, because of her having you” she replied which he suspected but he didn’t see the next bit coming
“And I was jealous of you for having her”
“Really?” he asked but she said no more on the subject “so where is the leaky rad?”
“Ah” she exclaimed “The only thing that’s wet around here is me”
“I can fix that” Dave said “but there would be no conditions”
Cathy didn’t reply but she put her wine glass down and stood up and clumsily slipped off her dress and stood in front of him in her black Teddy.
“So no holds barred?” he asked
“Shut up and kiss me” she said
So he obliged and it was everything he hoped their first kiss would be and as he stood holding her he asked
“So everything then?”
“Come with me and I’ll show you” she said and led him by the hand upstairs to her bedroom and once inside she crawled onto the bed on all fours and Dave un-popped her gusset, and pushed the garment over her hips exposing her round white buttocks and her dewy lips.
Dave quickly joined her on the bed and knelt behind her and gripped her hips before he fulfilled his lifelong ambition when he reached up and inside her Teddy and cupped her wondrous breasts and to vociferous acquiescence plunged his cock into her hot juice.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (178) The Deserted Avuncular and the Mentee
(Part 01)
Celia Waddington joined the firm in Shallowfield straight out of University and knocked him off his feet and it was towards the end of
September eight years later when Kevin Appleby was sat in the lounge bar of the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel in the Shallowfield enjoying a pint when she walked in.
He didn’t recognise her at first and he had to do a bit of double take, she was still as beautiful as ever but her lustrous brown hair that used to be cut in a bob, now flowed in brunette waves over her narrow shoulders.
The business suit she customarily used to wear had been replaced by faded denim jeans, a pink top and a long flowing cardigan cut in the style of an Afghan coat with fake fur trim and brightly coloured brocade panels.
Celia Waddington looked so different from the young woman he had last seen 18 months earlier at their mutual friend Gary Newman’s New Year Eve party.
Her eyes were sharp and intelligent behind her gold rimmed spectacles that sat on her aquiline nose and with her finely chiselled features she was the attractive side of beautiful but only for the fact she wasn’t wearing a scrap of makeup.
But despite the hair, clothes and a lack of makeup the eyes and the smile could not be disguised.
It was a case of what you see is what you get with Celia just as it was the first day she walked into the office straight out of University.
That was eight years earlier and as the old man of the team at 33 he adopted the role of the avuncular and took her under his wing and showed her the ropes and of course try as he might not to, and despite the 12 year age difference Kevin Appleby fell in love with her.
There was no double take for Celia, she recognised him instantly and beamed a broad smile and he realized as she walked towards him that he was still in love with her.
“Kevin” she said “What a surprise”
She was never tall but in her flat shoes she had to stand on tip toes and he had to stoop so they could properly embrace.
“What brings you here?” she asked
“I’ve been to a garden party at the Coopers, the other end of the lake, and I over indulged” he replied
“What about you?” he asked
“As you know my sister lives in the village” Celia replied “and she’s just had twins”
“Wow Aunty Celia” he said “that still doesn’t explain why you’re here”
“Because I’ve only been an aunty for five days and I’m exhausted”
She said and slumped down in her chair
“Oh dear” he said “No stamina, you youngsters”
“Honestly if I don’t get a good night’s sleep before I drive home I won’t make it” she explained
“So this is as far as you got?” he asked
“I so need a good night’s sleep” Celia said and hugged the cushion to her chest and he was so jealous of that cushion.
“Do you think you might stay awake long enough to have dinner?”
Kevin asked
“It depends who’s paying” Celia answered peering over the top of a cushion.
“My treat” he said and it really was a treat to see Celia again and he knew in that moment he was still hopelessly in love with her.
The problem was that she didn’t love him, not enough anyway.
(Part 02)
His hand was shaking as he was stood at the bathroom sink to shave and looked at his reflection.
“Who am I trying to kid?” he asked himself
Since he’d last seen her, 18 months earlier, she hadn’t aged a day while he looked as if he’d aged 10 years, he stood less chance of getting her back than ever.
They had shared an on/off relationship for six years and he had wanted to make it permanent, and proposed, and Celia flipped out, and broke up with him and went to work for a rival company.
Despite his misgivings he shaved and showered and made the best of what he had, such as it was, and went downstairs to the bar to wait for her.
When he got there she was already sitting at the bar perched on a barstool waiting for him.
Celia was still wearing jeans but she now wore a white smock top decorated with tiny pink roses and she was made up to perfection and was already halfway through a large glass of white wine.
“Hi” he said as he leant in and kissed her cheek.
Her hair was freshly washed and was subtly scented with the fragrance of apples, while her skin exuded the aroma of coconut and as he lingered by her cheek, perhaps a little longer than he should have, he was in such close proximity to her that his senses were assailed by the scent of just a little too much Channel, which was unusual for her.
She was always subtle, or at least she had been.
“You look lovely” he said when he had come up for air.
“And you smell good enough to eat” he added to himself
“This is the only thing I had left that didn’t smell of baby sick” She confessed “but to make doubly sure I doused myself with perfume”
“Well that clears up that little mystery” he thought
“You smell delicious” he said “not a hint of baby sick”
“Honestly?” she asked
“Honestly” Kevin replied just as he caught the barman’s eye “Do you want another?”
“Hmm yes please” she replied and drained her glass
When the drinks appeared they made their way to the restaurant, it was a walk they had done many times before.
It was a favourite haunt of theirs and they had stayed at the Shallowfield Lodge many times before and eaten in the restaurant more often than not.
But that was in the days when he was mentoring her in his avuncular role all the while having a torrid affair.
As they ate they talked about the old days and the people they both knew and how both their careers were going.
However what Kevin really wanted to talk about was her, the personal stuff, what she had been up to in her life over the 18 months since they had last met and the two years since the two of them worked together.
“What about you?” she asked taking him by surprise
“What?” he replied
“What about you?” she repeated this time with more than a hint of a slur “are you spoken for?”
To his amusement Kevin watched as she appeared to rerun the question in her head and seemed alarmed by her realization of what she had actually said
“What I meant to say is… um… err… are you… erm…”
It amused him to watch her struggle and getting more flustered but decided to put her out of her misery.
“I’m still single”
“Oh” she responded trying to appear indifferent “still not met the right girl?
“I wouldn’t say that exactly” he replied and didn’t elaborate, the truth of the matter was he had met the right girl but she didn’t want him.
(Part 03)
“I’m still single”
“Oh” she responded trying to appear indifferent “still not met the right girl?
“I wouldn’t say that exactly” he replied and didn’t elaborate, the truth of the matter was he had met the right girl but she didn’t want him.
“What about you?” he asked
“Still footloose and fancy free” Celia replied
Dinner came and went as did desert and all the time their glasses were refreshed, but it wasn’t until they were having liqueurs that he plucked up the courage to say what was on his mind.
“I’ve really missed you”
She seemed both surprised and pleased by the revelation and he wondered if she had heard him correctly or if it was just the wines effect on her processing ability,
“I’m sorry” she replied
“Why did you go?” he asked “I never understood why you left”
“I had to” she replied earnestly
“But why??” he asked
“Because I was scared” Celia confessed
“Scared?” he asked aghast
“Yes”
“Of what?” Kevin asked angrily
“Marriage” She admitted
“So all you had to say was no” he said and then there was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes as the waiter cleared the empty glasses from the table, when he had gone she said
“I thought it was for the best”
The waiter hovered just out of earshot as they were the last two diners and he obviously wanted them gone.
“I think we have out stayed our welcome” he said and got up and Celia followed suit
“Goodnight” Kevin said to the waiter and headed towards reception
“Let me explain” Celia said as she trotted behind him but he ignored her and pressed on along the corridor but she caught up with him as he stopped to allow an elderly lady to go through the fire doors.
“I made a mistake” she said from behind him and he span round on her
“I realised almost immediately” she continued
“So why didn’t you come back?”
“I didn’t know how” she said and fell in to his arms
“So you just made us both unhappy” he said gently
“Yes” she replied and Celia began to cry
“Don’t cry honey” he said
He had never seen that side of her before, vulnerable, this was a different girl to the one who had seduced him in an executive toilet, she wasn’t shy or unsure on that day.
So when she looked up at him through tear filled eyes he kissed her, a kiss he had longed for, and dreamt of for two years.
“So what does this mean?” he asked when their lips parted
“It means I want you back” Celia replied “I want you to take me back”
After the long awaited kiss and Celia’s appeal they walked hand in hand to the door of his room where they kissed again.
Kevin unlocked the door and pushed it open, but Celia paused in the doorway.
“Before we go any further I have a confession to make” she said
“You don’t have to say anything honey” he replied
“I really do” she insisted
“Ok” Kevin replied, a little concerned at what might follow
Celia took a deep breath and blurted out
“I haven’t shaved my legs”
“I don’t mind as long as you didn’t shave anything else”
“Well there’s a great way to find out” she said and undid her jeans and let him slip his hand into her knickers.
“Beautiful” he said as his hand examined her lush hairy bush
“No way would I shave it, I know how much you like my hairy minge”
She said “and I haven’t cut a single pube since you last touched it”
“I love it” he said
“I’ve missed your touch” she said “and you were the last one to touch it”
“Then I suggest you get in my room quick so I can bury my face in it” he said
“Thank God” she said “I’ve miss that too”
“You do realise though that you’re not going to get any sleep tonight” he pointed out
“That’s what I was hoping for” she said and removed her jeans and knickers in the corridor outside his room.
Celia Waddington joined the firm in Shallowfield straight out of University and knocked him off his feet and it was towards the end of
September eight years later when Kevin Appleby was sat in the lounge bar of the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel in the Shallowfield enjoying a pint when she walked in.
He didn’t recognise her at first and he had to do a bit of double take, she was still as beautiful as ever but her lustrous brown hair that used to be cut in a bob, now flowed in brunette waves over her narrow shoulders.
The business suit she customarily used to wear had been replaced by faded denim jeans, a pink top and a long flowing cardigan cut in the style of an Afghan coat with fake fur trim and brightly coloured brocade panels.
Celia Waddington looked so different from the young woman he had last seen 18 months earlier at their mutual friend Gary Newman’s New Year Eve party.
Her eyes were sharp and intelligent behind her gold rimmed spectacles that sat on her aquiline nose and with her finely chiselled features she was the attractive side of beautiful but only for the fact she wasn’t wearing a scrap of makeup.
But despite the hair, clothes and a lack of makeup the eyes and the smile could not be disguised.
It was a case of what you see is what you get with Celia just as it was the first day she walked into the office straight out of University.
That was eight years earlier and as the old man of the team at 33 he adopted the role of the avuncular and took her under his wing and showed her the ropes and of course try as he might not to, and despite the 12 year age difference Kevin Appleby fell in love with her.
There was no double take for Celia, she recognised him instantly and beamed a broad smile and he realized as she walked towards him that he was still in love with her.
“Kevin” she said “What a surprise”
She was never tall but in her flat shoes she had to stand on tip toes and he had to stoop so they could properly embrace.
“What brings you here?” she asked
“I’ve been to a garden party at the Coopers, the other end of the lake, and I over indulged” he replied
“What about you?” he asked
“As you know my sister lives in the village” Celia replied “and she’s just had twins”
“Wow Aunty Celia” he said “that still doesn’t explain why you’re here”
“Because I’ve only been an aunty for five days and I’m exhausted”
She said and slumped down in her chair
“Oh dear” he said “No stamina, you youngsters”
“Honestly if I don’t get a good night’s sleep before I drive home I won’t make it” she explained
“So this is as far as you got?” he asked
“I so need a good night’s sleep” Celia said and hugged the cushion to her chest and he was so jealous of that cushion.
“Do you think you might stay awake long enough to have dinner?”
Kevin asked
“It depends who’s paying” Celia answered peering over the top of a cushion.
“My treat” he said and it really was a treat to see Celia again and he knew in that moment he was still hopelessly in love with her.
The problem was that she didn’t love him, not enough anyway.
(Part 02)
His hand was shaking as he was stood at the bathroom sink to shave and looked at his reflection.
“Who am I trying to kid?” he asked himself
Since he’d last seen her, 18 months earlier, she hadn’t aged a day while he looked as if he’d aged 10 years, he stood less chance of getting her back than ever.
They had shared an on/off relationship for six years and he had wanted to make it permanent, and proposed, and Celia flipped out, and broke up with him and went to work for a rival company.
Despite his misgivings he shaved and showered and made the best of what he had, such as it was, and went downstairs to the bar to wait for her.
When he got there she was already sitting at the bar perched on a barstool waiting for him.
Celia was still wearing jeans but she now wore a white smock top decorated with tiny pink roses and she was made up to perfection and was already halfway through a large glass of white wine.
“Hi” he said as he leant in and kissed her cheek.
Her hair was freshly washed and was subtly scented with the fragrance of apples, while her skin exuded the aroma of coconut and as he lingered by her cheek, perhaps a little longer than he should have, he was in such close proximity to her that his senses were assailed by the scent of just a little too much Channel, which was unusual for her.
She was always subtle, or at least she had been.
“You look lovely” he said when he had come up for air.
“And you smell good enough to eat” he added to himself
“This is the only thing I had left that didn’t smell of baby sick” She confessed “but to make doubly sure I doused myself with perfume”
“Well that clears up that little mystery” he thought
“You smell delicious” he said “not a hint of baby sick”
“Honestly?” she asked
“Honestly” Kevin replied just as he caught the barman’s eye “Do you want another?”
“Hmm yes please” she replied and drained her glass
When the drinks appeared they made their way to the restaurant, it was a walk they had done many times before.
It was a favourite haunt of theirs and they had stayed at the Shallowfield Lodge many times before and eaten in the restaurant more often than not.
But that was in the days when he was mentoring her in his avuncular role all the while having a torrid affair.
As they ate they talked about the old days and the people they both knew and how both their careers were going.
However what Kevin really wanted to talk about was her, the personal stuff, what she had been up to in her life over the 18 months since they had last met and the two years since the two of them worked together.
“What about you?” she asked taking him by surprise
“What?” he replied
“What about you?” she repeated this time with more than a hint of a slur “are you spoken for?”
To his amusement Kevin watched as she appeared to rerun the question in her head and seemed alarmed by her realization of what she had actually said
“What I meant to say is… um… err… are you… erm…”
It amused him to watch her struggle and getting more flustered but decided to put her out of her misery.
“I’m still single”
“Oh” she responded trying to appear indifferent “still not met the right girl?
“I wouldn’t say that exactly” he replied and didn’t elaborate, the truth of the matter was he had met the right girl but she didn’t want him.
(Part 03)
“I’m still single”
“Oh” she responded trying to appear indifferent “still not met the right girl?
“I wouldn’t say that exactly” he replied and didn’t elaborate, the truth of the matter was he had met the right girl but she didn’t want him.
“What about you?” he asked
“Still footloose and fancy free” Celia replied
Dinner came and went as did desert and all the time their glasses were refreshed, but it wasn’t until they were having liqueurs that he plucked up the courage to say what was on his mind.
“I’ve really missed you”
She seemed both surprised and pleased by the revelation and he wondered if she had heard him correctly or if it was just the wines effect on her processing ability,
“I’m sorry” she replied
“Why did you go?” he asked “I never understood why you left”
“I had to” she replied earnestly
“But why??” he asked
“Because I was scared” Celia confessed
“Scared?” he asked aghast
“Yes”
“Of what?” Kevin asked angrily
“Marriage” She admitted
“So all you had to say was no” he said and then there was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes as the waiter cleared the empty glasses from the table, when he had gone she said
“I thought it was for the best”
The waiter hovered just out of earshot as they were the last two diners and he obviously wanted them gone.
“I think we have out stayed our welcome” he said and got up and Celia followed suit
“Goodnight” Kevin said to the waiter and headed towards reception
“Let me explain” Celia said as she trotted behind him but he ignored her and pressed on along the corridor but she caught up with him as he stopped to allow an elderly lady to go through the fire doors.
“I made a mistake” she said from behind him and he span round on her
“I realised almost immediately” she continued
“So why didn’t you come back?”
“I didn’t know how” she said and fell in to his arms
“So you just made us both unhappy” he said gently
“Yes” she replied and Celia began to cry
“Don’t cry honey” he said
He had never seen that side of her before, vulnerable, this was a different girl to the one who had seduced him in an executive toilet, she wasn’t shy or unsure on that day.
So when she looked up at him through tear filled eyes he kissed her, a kiss he had longed for, and dreamt of for two years.
“So what does this mean?” he asked when their lips parted
“It means I want you back” Celia replied “I want you to take me back”
After the long awaited kiss and Celia’s appeal they walked hand in hand to the door of his room where they kissed again.
Kevin unlocked the door and pushed it open, but Celia paused in the doorway.
“Before we go any further I have a confession to make” she said
“You don’t have to say anything honey” he replied
“I really do” she insisted
“Ok” Kevin replied, a little concerned at what might follow
Celia took a deep breath and blurted out
“I haven’t shaved my legs”
“I don’t mind as long as you didn’t shave anything else”
“Well there’s a great way to find out” she said and undid her jeans and let him slip his hand into her knickers.
“Beautiful” he said as his hand examined her lush hairy bush
“No way would I shave it, I know how much you like my hairy minge”
She said “and I haven’t cut a single pube since you last touched it”
“I love it” he said
“I’ve missed your touch” she said “and you were the last one to touch it”
“Then I suggest you get in my room quick so I can bury my face in it” he said
“Thank God” she said “I’ve miss that too”
“You do realise though that you’re not going to get any sleep tonight” he pointed out
“That’s what I was hoping for” she said and removed her jeans and knickers in the corridor outside his room.
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