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 which was just as well, as she had pledged after her husband’s death that she would never share intimacy with a man again and she closed her heart to love for anyone other than the twins and Gillie.
But it was getting more difficult to satisfy herself fully which was what prompted her to seek other means, and 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”
Which set off a chain of events that she had not foreseen.
Firstly when he stroked her to orgasm, despite having been discovered by her stepdaughter Gillie.
But she rejected an further acts and sent him off to pleasure Gillian who was extremely turned on by what she had seen, but it was the sight of Cathy’s nakedness that had got her wet as much as what he was doing to her.
However they made love for the first of many times that day which made Cathy very jealous.
When Dave asked her why she replied
“I was jealous of Gillie because of her having you and I was jealous of you for having Gillie”
For Dave it was the green light he’d been waiting for and when she lead him by the hand to her bedroom he did her on all fours to the sound of her vociferous acquiescence.
After that week he became a regular guest in both their beds and he knew from what he had witnessed, and from their pillow talk that Cathy and Gillie wanted each other as much or even more than they wanted him.
So after a number of months he made it happen.
Dave was spooning with Cathy in her bed while the twins were at school, they had already made love that morning but as they spooned Dave was merely giving her moral support.
“I’m scared” she admitted
“Why?” he asked “You want her and she wants you”
“It’s my first time” she confessed
“And it’s hers too” he pointed out
“You’ll be fine” he said and as the door opened he threw back the cover so he could slip out.
“No don’t go” she begged and grabbed his hand “Stay for a while”
Gillie was wearing a dressing gown and standing by the door.
“Is that ok with you baby?” Cathy asked
“Yes mama” she replied and smiled and then she slipped off her robe to reveal her nakedness and Cathy gasped.
And she looked at her beautiful naked stepdaughter she pushed Dave’s hand down to her wet pussy and Dave obligingly wet his finger.
“Beautiful” she said and lifted the duvet so she could slip inside “Come on baby”
Gillie scooted over and got as close to Cathy as she could get until they were nose to nose and without another word they were kissing.
The three of them lay beneath the duvet, the two girl with foreheads touching, eyes closed and moaning softly in each other’s faces as Dave’s finger busily frigged between Cathy’s lips and hers did the same between her stepdaughters.
And then the tone of their moaning changed and Gillie cried out
“I’m cumming mama”
And Cathy replied “So am I baby”
When Gillie and Cathy came in each other’s face they kissed and Dave took his cue to leave.
They didn’t need him now the ice had been well and truly broken, but it wouldn’t be the last time the three of them shared a bed he was certain of that and he also knew he would be inside them both soon enough.
Monday, 19 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (185) The Hopeful Avuncular and the Mentee
(Part 01)
Celia Waddington joined the firm in Shallowfield straight out of University and knocked him off his feet the moment she walked into the office 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.
Three months had passed since Celia Waddington and Kevin Appleby had reconciled in the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel and made love in his room for two days.
Two long sensual days when they reacquainted themselves with every inch of each other’s bodies until they had nothing left to give.
But then they talked and talked and Kevin said that they should not see each other again for three months.
He still wanted her and still wanted to marry her but he wanted her to be 100 percent sure that she wanted him in the same way.
If she was not sure he didn’t think they could be together.
Not that he didn’t think she loved him or enjoyed being with him, and he knew without a doubt that she enjoyed making love with him.
“I love you so much” he said as they lay entwined beneath the duvet “I just have to know for sure that you love me enough”
He just wasn’t sure that Celia could give herself over to him, heart, soul and life to, a man 12 years older than herself.
Neither of them were happy about the prospect of another three months of separation but he had no words to convince a 29 year old woman to give her life to a man the wrong side of 40 and nor would he have wished to use them if they were in his possession.
Equally Celia didn’t have the words to convince him of her love but she could not have assured him of her resolve because she wasn’t able to convince herself.
“I do love you Kevin but I agree” she said “I do have to be certain sure”
(Part 02)
It was heart-breaking to watch her drive away but he knew he had done the right thing and it was only three months he had endured two years and survived intact but it would be worth every minute just to hear his declaration of love returned in word and delicious deed.
It had been pretty much love at first sight for him, but then she was a beautiful sight to behold.
For her it was a more gradual falling and one that began with her lustful consumption of him in an executive bathroom, but fall she did despite fighting against it tooth and claw.
Even before their serendipitous meeting at the hotel, Celia had agreed to take a three month secondment in Shallowfield where she could be close to her sister and the twins, so that fitted in well and would give her the time to think and in that time she would either get over him or know for certain sure he was the one.
Though if after three months Celia did resolve that she didn’t love him enough to live her life with him and it was definitely over she would at least have the memory of that final wonderful weekend to sustain her forever.
Kevin would have liked to have exchanged the occasional text or email with her but he had asked Celia for a total separation, which he soon regretted.
All he could do was throw himself into his work totally and fill his every waking moment with thoughts of anything and everything that wasn’t Celia Waddington.
Impossible of course but if in the unlikely event that he could exclude her from his thoughts he couldn’t stop her invading his dreams.
It was the day before Christmas Eve when the three months were up and he got the long awaited phone call, he took a deep breath and hit the button.
“Hello, Kevin Appleby” he said
“Hey Kevin” she said
“Celia?” he asked “God it’s good to hear your voice”
“Ditto” Celia replied “Where are you?”
“I’m in London” he replied “Are you still in Shallowfield?”
“No I’m back home” she replied “When are you back?”
“Tonight” he replied
“Can we meet?” Celia asked
“Yes” he said “Have you made a decision?”
“Yes I have” she replied
“And?” he enquired trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice
“I don’t want to say on the phone” she answered “I want to do it face to face”
“Ok” he said not knowing if that was good or bad
“Come to the house tonight” he said
“What time?” she asked
“Around seven” he replied “Let yourself in if I’m late, you know where the key is”
“Ok, I’ll see you tonight then Kevin” she said
“Ok, bye”
(Part 03)
The journey out of London was an absolute nightmare and consequently he was seriously late and it was nearly 8 o’clock when he drove onto the drive.
Since her phone call Kevin’s stomach had been in absolute knots and arriving home late didn’t untangle it in the least.
The lights were on in the house so Celia had let herself in he only hoped she was still there and hadn’t got tired of waiting.
As he sat in the pre-Christmas traffic he tried to ring Celia to warn her of his delay but his phone died.
So he sat on the drive trying to summon up the courage to go in, he was so desperate to know her answer but equally terrified of what it might be, yes or no.
“Yes” meaning she was sure and she would give all of herself to him unreservedly and become his wife.
Or “No” and they would never be together.
On the journey home he reran the earlier conversation in his head and tried to read between the lines to find some hidden meaning or some indication as to what her decision was.
He slowly opened the back door and stepped in.
“Hi Celia” he called “I’m sorry I’m late, the traffic was hell”
No answer, she must have got fed up of waiting after all.
“Shit” he exclaimed and took off his coat but as he was about to hang it on the peg in the utility he noticed an unfamiliar coat already hanging there.
“She is here” he said, “but where? Where was she exactly?
He hung his coat and walked into the open planned lounge and that’s when he knew.
He knew because he saw a black stockings hanging from the mantel anchored beneath a Christmas candle so he knew where to find her.
He glanced towards the door to the hall and noticed a second black stocking wrapped around the handle, he smiled and opened it and stepped into the hall.
He could see a grey wool dress draped untidily over the downstairs bannister post, so he proceeded upstairs and on the top one was a black lace bra and on hanging on his bedroom door handle were the matching panties.
Kevin opened the bedroom door and walked in and he found Celia laying naked on his bed in a provocative pose with her wondrous hairy bush on full display her finger busy between her moist lips.
“You’re a bit overdressed for an engagement party” she said casually fingering herself
“A what?” he said hoping he hadn’t misheard
“I love you and I want to marry you, now get your clothes off”
“Are you really sure?”
“100 percent” she replied as he quickly stripped and joined her on the bed
“Because you were late” she said with her fingers still stroking her crack “I had to start without you”
“Sorry about that” he said “but I’m sure I’ll catch up”
Celia Waddington joined the firm in Shallowfield straight out of University and knocked him off his feet the moment she walked into the office 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.
Three months had passed since Celia Waddington and Kevin Appleby had reconciled in the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel and made love in his room for two days.
Two long sensual days when they reacquainted themselves with every inch of each other’s bodies until they had nothing left to give.
But then they talked and talked and Kevin said that they should not see each other again for three months.
He still wanted her and still wanted to marry her but he wanted her to be 100 percent sure that she wanted him in the same way.
If she was not sure he didn’t think they could be together.
Not that he didn’t think she loved him or enjoyed being with him, and he knew without a doubt that she enjoyed making love with him.
“I love you so much” he said as they lay entwined beneath the duvet “I just have to know for sure that you love me enough”
He just wasn’t sure that Celia could give herself over to him, heart, soul and life to, a man 12 years older than herself.
Neither of them were happy about the prospect of another three months of separation but he had no words to convince a 29 year old woman to give her life to a man the wrong side of 40 and nor would he have wished to use them if they were in his possession.
Equally Celia didn’t have the words to convince him of her love but she could not have assured him of her resolve because she wasn’t able to convince herself.
“I do love you Kevin but I agree” she said “I do have to be certain sure”
(Part 02)
It was heart-breaking to watch her drive away but he knew he had done the right thing and it was only three months he had endured two years and survived intact but it would be worth every minute just to hear his declaration of love returned in word and delicious deed.
It had been pretty much love at first sight for him, but then she was a beautiful sight to behold.
For her it was a more gradual falling and one that began with her lustful consumption of him in an executive bathroom, but fall she did despite fighting against it tooth and claw.
Even before their serendipitous meeting at the hotel, Celia had agreed to take a three month secondment in Shallowfield where she could be close to her sister and the twins, so that fitted in well and would give her the time to think and in that time she would either get over him or know for certain sure he was the one.
Though if after three months Celia did resolve that she didn’t love him enough to live her life with him and it was definitely over she would at least have the memory of that final wonderful weekend to sustain her forever.
Kevin would have liked to have exchanged the occasional text or email with her but he had asked Celia for a total separation, which he soon regretted.
All he could do was throw himself into his work totally and fill his every waking moment with thoughts of anything and everything that wasn’t Celia Waddington.
Impossible of course but if in the unlikely event that he could exclude her from his thoughts he couldn’t stop her invading his dreams.
It was the day before Christmas Eve when the three months were up and he got the long awaited phone call, he took a deep breath and hit the button.
“Hello, Kevin Appleby” he said
“Hey Kevin” she said
“Celia?” he asked “God it’s good to hear your voice”
“Ditto” Celia replied “Where are you?”
“I’m in London” he replied “Are you still in Shallowfield?”
“No I’m back home” she replied “When are you back?”
“Tonight” he replied
“Can we meet?” Celia asked
“Yes” he said “Have you made a decision?”
“Yes I have” she replied
“And?” he enquired trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice
“I don’t want to say on the phone” she answered “I want to do it face to face”
“Ok” he said not knowing if that was good or bad
“Come to the house tonight” he said
“What time?” she asked
“Around seven” he replied “Let yourself in if I’m late, you know where the key is”
“Ok, I’ll see you tonight then Kevin” she said
“Ok, bye”
(Part 03)
The journey out of London was an absolute nightmare and consequently he was seriously late and it was nearly 8 o’clock when he drove onto the drive.
Since her phone call Kevin’s stomach had been in absolute knots and arriving home late didn’t untangle it in the least.
The lights were on in the house so Celia had let herself in he only hoped she was still there and hadn’t got tired of waiting.
As he sat in the pre-Christmas traffic he tried to ring Celia to warn her of his delay but his phone died.
So he sat on the drive trying to summon up the courage to go in, he was so desperate to know her answer but equally terrified of what it might be, yes or no.
“Yes” meaning she was sure and she would give all of herself to him unreservedly and become his wife.
Or “No” and they would never be together.
On the journey home he reran the earlier conversation in his head and tried to read between the lines to find some hidden meaning or some indication as to what her decision was.
He slowly opened the back door and stepped in.
“Hi Celia” he called “I’m sorry I’m late, the traffic was hell”
No answer, she must have got fed up of waiting after all.
“Shit” he exclaimed and took off his coat but as he was about to hang it on the peg in the utility he noticed an unfamiliar coat already hanging there.
“She is here” he said, “but where? Where was she exactly?
He hung his coat and walked into the open planned lounge and that’s when he knew.
He knew because he saw a black stockings hanging from the mantel anchored beneath a Christmas candle so he knew where to find her.
He glanced towards the door to the hall and noticed a second black stocking wrapped around the handle, he smiled and opened it and stepped into the hall.
He could see a grey wool dress draped untidily over the downstairs bannister post, so he proceeded upstairs and on the top one was a black lace bra and on hanging on his bedroom door handle were the matching panties.
Kevin opened the bedroom door and walked in and he found Celia laying naked on his bed in a provocative pose with her wondrous hairy bush on full display her finger busy between her moist lips.
“You’re a bit overdressed for an engagement party” she said casually fingering herself
“A what?” he said hoping he hadn’t misheard
“I love you and I want to marry you, now get your clothes off”
“Are you really sure?”
“100 percent” she replied as he quickly stripped and joined her on the bed
“Because you were late” she said with her fingers still stroking her crack “I had to start without you”
“Sorry about that” he said “but I’m sure I’ll catch up”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (184) Sensual Kissing
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.
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.
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”
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