Joanne was a willowy vixen, willing and welcoming as she writhes and gyrates on the pole at the Hot Lips Club in Purplemere.
Erotically cavorting like a slutty gracile courtesan suppliantly performing for the clientele of dirty old men and drunken letches.
She debases herself in seedy surroundings for the meagre rewards, selling herself cheaply to wealthy businessmen and the sad and the lonely and in her nakedness she begs for more paper currency which they tuck in her panties.
She calls herself an exotic dancer but in reality she’s no better than the geisha who satisfies a Mikado’s wants and needs.
As Derek watched her he craved that she would dance a dance for him, the one of ancient rhythm, primordial with hips grinding and gyrating to a sensual beat, wriggling and writhing, dancing like a beast, feeling the animal rhythm and singing for him that song, the one of ancient and universal language, guttural and savage
utterances of a beast.
And when Joanne had danced that dance for him in perfect rhythm and he craved her sing to him her orgasmic song.
But he knew it would never happen she would just keep selling herself to the punters and never give herself to him.
Tuesday, 20 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (190) The Maverick Solicitor’s Dilemma
Hollins, Cooper and Baker were the firm of Purplemere Solicitors handling Paul Lipscombe’s divorce and it was during a meeting with Lindsay Baker that they first made a “connection”.
And during the meeting an invitation was extended for him to return to the office that evening when they made another connection, namely her hot pussy with his erection.
She was an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, and she spoke in posh plummy tones which he had always had a soft spot for and it always caused a hardening of his soft spot and the horny way she peered over the top of her spectacles got him harder.
So it wasn’t difficult to explain why he would be interested in a very attractive, glamorous, and alluring woman with a posh voice and magnificent long legs.
His late evening visits to her office became a regular thing, a couple of night a week at least and every time was the same he would walk past the receptionist’s desk and immediately smelt her exotic heady fragrance and hear her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr. Lipscombe”
And then she would appear from the shadows with her blouse unbuttoned, exposing her nakedness beneath it, from her swan neck down to her hairy mound, from where she would lead him to her inner sanctum.
Paul had her bent over her desk and had just emptied his sac into her hot cunny and they were still panting in situ.
“I could be struck off,” Lindsay said as his cock gave an involuntary twitch which made her flinch.
He pulled out of her and sat on her leather chair and stared at her creamy pink pussy as it periodically pucker and her muscles contracted.
“I’ll stroke you off if you like,” he volunteered
“No I mean it. I could be struck off for sleeping with a client” she said earnestly
“Well we’ll just have to stay awake then” he offered
“It’s the staying awake part that you get struck off for”
There was silence for a few moments
“Do you want to stop?” he asked as her fanny farted
“What?”
“I said do you want to stop?” he asked
“God no, do you?” she said raising herself up off the desk
“No chance” he said and leant forward and poked two fingers in her hole
“I think we should …” she began wanting to point out that they should be more discreet but he found her g-spot and her mind emptied.
And during the meeting an invitation was extended for him to return to the office that evening when they made another connection, namely her hot pussy with his erection.
She was an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, and she spoke in posh plummy tones which he had always had a soft spot for and it always caused a hardening of his soft spot and the horny way she peered over the top of her spectacles got him harder.
So it wasn’t difficult to explain why he would be interested in a very attractive, glamorous, and alluring woman with a posh voice and magnificent long legs.
His late evening visits to her office became a regular thing, a couple of night a week at least and every time was the same he would walk past the receptionist’s desk and immediately smelt her exotic heady fragrance and hear her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr. Lipscombe”
And then she would appear from the shadows with her blouse unbuttoned, exposing her nakedness beneath it, from her swan neck down to her hairy mound, from where she would lead him to her inner sanctum.
Paul had her bent over her desk and had just emptied his sac into her hot cunny and they were still panting in situ.
“I could be struck off,” Lindsay said as his cock gave an involuntary twitch which made her flinch.
He pulled out of her and sat on her leather chair and stared at her creamy pink pussy as it periodically pucker and her muscles contracted.
“I’ll stroke you off if you like,” he volunteered
“No I mean it. I could be struck off for sleeping with a client” she said earnestly
“Well we’ll just have to stay awake then” he offered
“It’s the staying awake part that you get struck off for”
There was silence for a few moments
“Do you want to stop?” he asked as her fanny farted
“What?”
“I said do you want to stop?” he asked
“God no, do you?” she said raising herself up off the desk
“No chance” he said and leant forward and poked two fingers in her hole
“I think we should …” she began wanting to point out that they should be more discreet but he found her g-spot and her mind emptied.
Monday, 19 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (189) Informal Meeting
Nick Gretton had been looking forward to meeting Sarah Swann again.
They had met once before at the Runcible Spoon restaurant in Purplemere when she expertly beat him off under the table during the business dinner they were attending, but seeing her the second time was different and if anything it was even better because he knew what she was capable of, but he had absolutely no idea what, if anything she would do at the meeting, before after or even during.
As she strode down the corridor her short red hair bounced about her neck and shoulders and danced softly there in time with her movement.
Just as she had been at the dinner she was immaculately dressed in a fitted green silk blouse tucked into the waist of dark grey flared skirt, which complemented her slender frame perfectly, her narrow waist and the flaring of her skirt accentuating her hips.
Her fleshy buttocks contained within the tailored skirt were quite hypnotic and he imagined them to be naked as her shapely legs were.
She paused by an open door and bade him enter, which he did.
“It will just be the two of us today” she said as she indicated where she wanted him to sit.
“I’m afraid all the other room are booked today” she said “but this will serve our purpose”
It was a small informal meeting room with no meeting room table as such and half a dozen chairs around the outside and an occasional table in the middle.
Two of the walls were solid while the other two had windows in the top half, one of which looked out over the car park while the other looked into the open planned office of the building next door.
“I thought Constantine would be in the meeting” he said
“No this is a one to one” Sarah said
“Oh I see”
“And you really don’t want Constantine doing this” she added and dropped to her knees.
Sarah had chosen his seat very carefully so that he was facing the busy office next door and was clearly visible to the occupants were as Sarah was out of sight as her mouth rose and fell on his cock.
She worked on him diligently her mouth enveloping all of him and made his toes curl, but she played with him getting him close then stopping, toying with him just like when she wanked him under the table in the Runcible spoon on their last meeting.
Having taken him close she started again, then again and again until he thought he was losing his mind as she again took him to the abyss, closer and closer and closer until he exploded in her mouth and then his seed was greedily consumed.
“Damn I love meetings with you” he said
They had met once before at the Runcible Spoon restaurant in Purplemere when she expertly beat him off under the table during the business dinner they were attending, but seeing her the second time was different and if anything it was even better because he knew what she was capable of, but he had absolutely no idea what, if anything she would do at the meeting, before after or even during.
As she strode down the corridor her short red hair bounced about her neck and shoulders and danced softly there in time with her movement.
Just as she had been at the dinner she was immaculately dressed in a fitted green silk blouse tucked into the waist of dark grey flared skirt, which complemented her slender frame perfectly, her narrow waist and the flaring of her skirt accentuating her hips.
Her fleshy buttocks contained within the tailored skirt were quite hypnotic and he imagined them to be naked as her shapely legs were.
She paused by an open door and bade him enter, which he did.
“It will just be the two of us today” she said as she indicated where she wanted him to sit.
“I’m afraid all the other room are booked today” she said “but this will serve our purpose”
It was a small informal meeting room with no meeting room table as such and half a dozen chairs around the outside and an occasional table in the middle.
Two of the walls were solid while the other two had windows in the top half, one of which looked out over the car park while the other looked into the open planned office of the building next door.
“I thought Constantine would be in the meeting” he said
“No this is a one to one” Sarah said
“Oh I see”
“And you really don’t want Constantine doing this” she added and dropped to her knees.
Sarah had chosen his seat very carefully so that he was facing the busy office next door and was clearly visible to the occupants were as Sarah was out of sight as her mouth rose and fell on his cock.
She worked on him diligently her mouth enveloping all of him and made his toes curl, but she played with him getting him close then stopping, toying with him just like when she wanked him under the table in the Runcible spoon on their last meeting.
Having taken him close she started again, then again and again until he thought he was losing his mind as she again took him to the abyss, closer and closer and closer until he exploded in her mouth and then his seed was greedily consumed.
“Damn I love meetings with you” he said
Choice Tales from the Vale – (188) The Medicinal Miss Kirby
(Part 01)
Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.
Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.
Her once black hair was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise as the “Mallen streak”.
She was always smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.
She was well-liked and respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.
That was due in part to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights kind of woman.
Even people from the village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.
But as more than one man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden delights.
The other thing that tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.
Which was why when a new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia was as always the obvious choice.
Being single and living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of impropriety.
Virginia was by profession a care giver and in the village was considered to be an angel of mercy because she would, in her own time, visit parishioners in need.
Which was why she was visiting Tom Chapman to try and rally his spirits.
There was nothing physically wrong with Tom, he was depressed, he was 35 years old and had just lost his beloved wife to breast cancer and the light in his world had been extinguished so Virginia had decided to relight his candle and show him there were still thing in this world worth living for.
(Part 02)
The Cancer may have been responsible for taking his wife Debbie but Tom’s problem was curable.
His unmarried sister Linda was staying with him and looking after him but the cure Virginia had in mind was not something his sister should administer.
Linda let him in and then excused herself as she had some shopping to do.
Virginia walked up the stairs and found Tom lying in his bed in the unlit room with his eyes closed as if he’d fallen asleep.
But she knew he was awake, he was pretending to be asleep so that she wouldn’t be able to shower him with banalities and clichés and encouragements to make him pull himself together.
“Hello Tom” she said but there was no response as she slipped off her coat.
As she had gone to his house straight from work she was still wearing her sister’s uniform.
“Right then” she said to herself “No more angel of mercy”
“I have decided that talking to you doesn’t work and common sense doesn’t work so we need to give you and more base reason to re-join the human race” she said and lifted the duvet and reached in until her hand had found the fly of his pyjamas and pulled his flaccid member through the hole.
“As soon as we get this little chap to re-join the world the rest of you will follow”
Virginia kicked off her shoes and she could feel the life force flowing into his tool as she handled it.
While slowly tugging on his reviving dick with her right hand she undid her belt with the left.
“So not such a little chap after all” she said as his cock began to fill her hand and Tom tensed as she began tugging roughly on his very strong erection.
Tom still lay with his eyes closed however, but the rising of his chest and the sound of his breathing told her he was as wide awake as his cock was.
“Now that I seem to have your full attention” she said she released his cock and threw back the duvet and then expertly yanked his bottoms off and Virginia got a good look at her handiwork.
“Debbie was a very lucky girl” she thought to herself but out loud she said “So far so good”
Virginia stood up and slipped off her uniform and was completely naked underneath.
Tom was still feigning sleep on the bed but she knew his eyes would be open very soon.
She slipped a finger into her crack, just to test the water, and she was ready but then Virginia was always ready.
She climbed onto the bed and they both gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.
“Damn it Debbie you were a lucky bitch” she thought as she slid down him.
Which was when he opened his eyes and roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode on him and he was mesmerized by her jiggling little titties as she was pumping down on him and riding him like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco until he grunted through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm and he emptied his balls.
Virginia was feeling very pleased with herself, partly because she had risen Tom from the dead but also because she had ridden his enormous cock.
“Go and have a shower” she said as she rubbed her pussy
“Then you can give me a proper seeing to before Linda gets back from shopping”
Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.
Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.
Her once black hair was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise as the “Mallen streak”.
She was always smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.
She was well-liked and respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.
That was due in part to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights kind of woman.
Even people from the village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.
But as more than one man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden delights.
The other thing that tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.
Which was why when a new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia was as always the obvious choice.
Being single and living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of impropriety.
Virginia was by profession a care giver and in the village was considered to be an angel of mercy because she would, in her own time, visit parishioners in need.
Which was why she was visiting Tom Chapman to try and rally his spirits.
There was nothing physically wrong with Tom, he was depressed, he was 35 years old and had just lost his beloved wife to breast cancer and the light in his world had been extinguished so Virginia had decided to relight his candle and show him there were still thing in this world worth living for.
(Part 02)
The Cancer may have been responsible for taking his wife Debbie but Tom’s problem was curable.
His unmarried sister Linda was staying with him and looking after him but the cure Virginia had in mind was not something his sister should administer.
Linda let him in and then excused herself as she had some shopping to do.
Virginia walked up the stairs and found Tom lying in his bed in the unlit room with his eyes closed as if he’d fallen asleep.
But she knew he was awake, he was pretending to be asleep so that she wouldn’t be able to shower him with banalities and clichés and encouragements to make him pull himself together.
“Hello Tom” she said but there was no response as she slipped off her coat.
As she had gone to his house straight from work she was still wearing her sister’s uniform.
“Right then” she said to herself “No more angel of mercy”
“I have decided that talking to you doesn’t work and common sense doesn’t work so we need to give you and more base reason to re-join the human race” she said and lifted the duvet and reached in until her hand had found the fly of his pyjamas and pulled his flaccid member through the hole.
“As soon as we get this little chap to re-join the world the rest of you will follow”
Virginia kicked off her shoes and she could feel the life force flowing into his tool as she handled it.
While slowly tugging on his reviving dick with her right hand she undid her belt with the left.
“So not such a little chap after all” she said as his cock began to fill her hand and Tom tensed as she began tugging roughly on his very strong erection.
Tom still lay with his eyes closed however, but the rising of his chest and the sound of his breathing told her he was as wide awake as his cock was.
“Now that I seem to have your full attention” she said she released his cock and threw back the duvet and then expertly yanked his bottoms off and Virginia got a good look at her handiwork.
“Debbie was a very lucky girl” she thought to herself but out loud she said “So far so good”
Virginia stood up and slipped off her uniform and was completely naked underneath.
Tom was still feigning sleep on the bed but she knew his eyes would be open very soon.
She slipped a finger into her crack, just to test the water, and she was ready but then Virginia was always ready.
She climbed onto the bed and they both gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.
“Damn it Debbie you were a lucky bitch” she thought as she slid down him.
Which was when he opened his eyes and roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode on him and he was mesmerized by her jiggling little titties as she was pumping down on him and riding him like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco until he grunted through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm and he emptied his balls.
Virginia was feeling very pleased with herself, partly because she had risen Tom from the dead but also because she had ridden his enormous cock.
“Go and have a shower” she said as she rubbed her pussy
“Then you can give me a proper seeing to before Linda gets back from shopping”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (187) The Wedding Reception
The wedding reception was at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere and Sarah Hamlyn was the chief bridesmaid and while the party was in full swing downstairs she was upstairs in her room with Mike Deavin.
They were standing at the foot of the bed in a heated embrace with passionate hot mouths kissing and darting tongues and Mike was unzipping the back of her Lilac dress.
And when the zip could go no lower he spun her around to face the mirror and slid his hand inside her bodice and cupped one of her round unfettered tits.
“I thought the best man was supposed to get off with the chief bridesmaid” she said as he began hoisting up the folds of her skirts
“I’m sure its not compulsary” he replied as his hand reached her knickers
“Maybe not….” She began but lost her train of thought as he emerced his finger in her cream.
It didn’t take him long, in her heightened state of arousal it didn’t take him long to bring her to climax and then Mike bent her over the dressing table and pulled the panties off her arse
“I know it doesn’t have to be the best man” she said as he prepared to enter her “but I know it shouldn’t be the groom”
“I know that too” he replied “but I fell in love with one sister and married the other one”
And and instant later he was inside her
“I’m so glad its you” she moaned
They were standing at the foot of the bed in a heated embrace with passionate hot mouths kissing and darting tongues and Mike was unzipping the back of her Lilac dress.
And when the zip could go no lower he spun her around to face the mirror and slid his hand inside her bodice and cupped one of her round unfettered tits.
“I thought the best man was supposed to get off with the chief bridesmaid” she said as he began hoisting up the folds of her skirts
“I’m sure its not compulsary” he replied as his hand reached her knickers
“Maybe not….” She began but lost her train of thought as he emerced his finger in her cream.
It didn’t take him long, in her heightened state of arousal it didn’t take him long to bring her to climax and then Mike bent her over the dressing table and pulled the panties off her arse
“I know it doesn’t have to be the best man” she said as he prepared to enter her “but I know it shouldn’t be the groom”
“I know that too” he replied “but I fell in love with one sister and married the other one”
And and instant later he was inside her
“I’m so glad its you” she moaned
Choice Tales from the Vale – (186) Cathy’s Tale – Squaring the Circle
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.
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.
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”
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