Choice Tales from the Vale – (195) Sunday Service

On his journey home from Church, Brian Gaunt found it quite remarkable just how many women of the village were wandering the streets and lanes of Dulcet St Mary long after the service had ended despite the inclement weather.
But for 50 year old Brian, these ladies of mixed ages and physical dimensions all dressed in their Sunday best were soon undressed in his head by varying degrees in his lurid imaginings cavorting in a synchronised display of exotic dancing to a camp version of singing in the rain.
But as he passed the ladies, every one of them smiled pleasantly at him and he thought to himself as he returned their smiles
“You would not be smiling politely at me if you could see inside my head”
None of these ladies had had the pleasure of his services nor he the pleasure of theirs so the images of their nakedness was all conjured up in his mind, but then he does have a very fertile and vivid imagination.
There were also other pornographic pictures in his head of the women that he had made love to in his life as well as some of the ones he would still like to do.
When he reached his house he opened the front door and went straight through to his study where he found his widowed next door neighbour, Gillian Townsend-McGlade, lying naked on his couch.
“Hello Darling” she said “Good service?”
“Yes very” he replied
“Good” she said “now I want one”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (194) When Worlds Collide

When Andrew Gain awoke from an erotic dream, his train was just pulling into Shallowfield station.
He got off the train and walked quickly homeward wishing he’d not woken up from his dream, which was not so much a dream as a remembrance of the night he spent with Caroline Archer and in particular the part where she was sat writhing on his face, and that remembrance aroused him.
It began to rain heavily and that, combined with the knowledge that Caroline very much regretted the night they spent together and was adamant that she didn’t want to repeat it anytime soon, cooled his ardour.
He quickened his pace and as he rushed headlong around a corner he met someone coming the other way and they collided and both ended up on their backsides on the pavement.
“I’m so sorry” he said getting quickly to his feet and proffering a hand to the prostrated figure of Caroline Archer which she took.
“Nonsense” she replied, “I wasn’t looking where I was going, my mind was elsewhere”
“Mine too” Andrew said “are you ok? Are you hurt?”
“Only my pride” Caroline replied
They dusted themselves off, figuratively speaking, and there was a brief moment of awkwardness as the spectre of their alcohol fuelled night of lust the previous weekend reared up.
“Anyway” she said “Duties to perform”
“Yes” he agreed “things to do”
They tried to part company, which they did as clumsily as they had come together in the first place, and ended up face to face.
“I want to kiss you” he said and moved towards her and Caroline’s lips parted in anticipation but she dodged him at the last second
“I’m on duty” PC Archer replied
“I still want to kiss you” he said “especially in your uniform”
“If you were to do that I would have to arrest you” she retorted
“I’ll risk it” he said and kissed her and Caroline responded
“Andrew Gain I am arresting you for assaulting a police officer”
She said and handcuffed him and frogmarched him around the corner and put him in the back of a Blue Ford Focus.
“I thought you were on duty” he said
“I lied” Caroline replied “my shift ended an hour ago”
“So what are you going to do with me?” he asked
“Absolutely everything” the PC replied

Choice Tales from the Vale – (193) Lust for the One You’re With

Darrel Williams was sitting at the bar in Beiderbecke’s Jazz Club in Finchbottom, drinking a large Gin and Tonic and doing a spot of people watching, an occupational hazard for an adulterer, but the bar was so empty that he exhausted that exercise in less than five minutes.
So his thoughts turned to Dakota, his gorgeous girlfriend, who was currently two thousand miles away.
She was going to be home in a couple of days and he couldn’t wait to see her again and she had only been gone for a week.
He missed everything about her, her smile, her kiss, her touch and the amazing sex.
As he sat there he reran some of their most intimate sexual scenarios in his head, and was looking forward to spending some quality time expanding their sexual horizons.
But it was just when he was preoccupied replaying a particularly salacious scenario in his head when it happened.
For that was when the girl in the black silk dress walked in and all eyes turned towards her with her long shapely legs sheathed in stockings, black and sheer, and the reason she turned those heads because Nicki McGroarty walked into the club lingerie free.
Her pert unfettered breasts moving freely beneath the silk and when she walked her buttocks moved with a rhythm that hypnotized, each movement of her hips rolled and rounded the perfect globes and then returned them with precision, then she moved them once again.
Her effortless movement on high stiletto heels was spellbinding, hypnotic and erotic and left Darrel in a heightened state of arousal.
And when Nikki sat at the bar on an adjacent stool, she slowly crossed her long legs exposing her stocking top and giving a satisfying glimpse of pubic hair he wasn’t thinking about Dakota anymore.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (192) The Ginger Amazon and the Tent Pole

(Part 01)

They were part of a group of University friends camping on the Maxlins camp site in Sharpinghead, just spending a week relaxing before they returned to Abbottsford for their 3rd year.
Sean Hallows was a rather ordinary looking lad, a bit of a bean pole with scruffy blonde hair and a bad complexion, the only remarkable thing about him was his cock.

He returned to the tent one morning after breakfast because he had forgotten his phone.
“Get my sunnies while youre there” his girlfriend Daisy said
“Ok”
They were about ten minutes walk frrom the food hall but with his great long strides he did it in five and he went to Daisy’s tent first and went inside without hesitation as he knew where she kept her sun glasses.
But as soon as he got inside he stopped dead in his tracks as her best friend Katie Bell was still in the tent, though not still in her sleeping bag, in fact she wasn’t in anything at all really.
She was kneeling down hoisting a pair of big navy blue knickers up her thighs, other than that she was completely naked, a gorgeous undulating pale skinned amazon, her great round breasts swinging in unison with her movement, and a spectacular ginger bush which was the particular treasure that drew his attention.
Katie hadnt noticed him at first as her long ginger locks had fallen across her face but when she did she made no attempt to cover herself and chose instead to glare at him.
“Sorry” he said still staring at her minge “Sorry I didn’t know you were here”
“Well you do now” she pointed out
“Sorry” he said again
“Not sorry enough to look away though” Katie said
“Sorry” he repeated and stopped staring at her ginger mop long enough to find Daisy’s sunnies and went out the way he came still appologizing and he had a semi in his pants as he made his way to his own tent, after the impromptu peep show.
He found his phone and was just about to leave when he was suddenly kneeling face to face with the ginger amazon, Katie.
He jumped when he saw her there and he was flustered again.
“I really am sorry” he said but her attention was elsewhere
“I really am sorry Katie”
“Its ok” she said “I’m not cross”
Which was when he noticed her eyes were fixed on his cock or at least the bulge in his shorts that was caused by his cock.
“I made your cock hard then?” she said and stroked the lump in his shorts “and it’s getting harder”
Sean said nothing but swallowed hard
“Well let’s see it then?” Katie said
“What?”
“Get it out and show me” she instructed
“Erm”
“Come on you’ve seen mine now let me see yours” she insisted so without speaking Sean reluctantly undid his shorts and let them fall and them pulled the front of his pants down and released his cock.
“My God she wasn’t kidding” she blurted out

(Part 02)

“Come on you’ve seen mine now let me see yours” she insisted so without speaking Sean reluctantly undid his shorts and let them fall and them pulled the front of his pants down and released his cock.
“My God she wasn’t kidding” she blurted out
“What? Who?” he stuttered
“Daisy said you had a big dong” she replied “but she undersold it”
“I don’t believe she told you” he said crossly forgetting his embarrassment for the first time but then she asked
“Is your cock always hard?”
“No of course not”
“So why is it hard now?” She asked curiously still staring at his erection.
And under her quizzical gaze he replied quietly
“Because of what I saw” he confessed
“So it’s hard because you spied on me?” she mused
“I didn’t spy” he said “I didn’t know you were there”
“But you did look didn’t you?” she asked
“Yes” he replied uncomfortably
“And it did make you hard didn’t it?” she added
“Yes”
“Then that erection is mine” she said and took it in her hand and he gasped and Katie stared intently at him as she stroked him.
“I can understand that my lovely naked bod could easily make you hard” she said running her hand along the full length of him “but what I want to know is what was it that kept it hard?”
“Dirty thoughts” he admitted under her intense scrutiny
“Really? What were you thinking about?”
“You of course” he said and gasped as she exposed his helmet
“What about me?” she persisted
“Your tits” he confessed
“What these?” she asked innocently as she pulled the zip down on her coat and then toyed with a semi aroused nipple
“Oh yes” he exclaimed
“And what else?”
“Your hairy ginger bush” he admitted
“This hairy bush do you mean?” she said and opened the zip all the way down to the bottom and revealed her ginger splendor, sans pants.
“Oh God yes” he exclaimed
“And did any other dirty thoughts enter your dirty little mind?” She asked stroking his impressive cock more vigorously
“Only one other thing”
“And what was that?” she asked and then the moment the words left her lips he grabbed her by the lapels and pulled her into the tent and onto her back.
“I was thinking” he said as he scrambled on top of her
“What it would be like to have you wriggling and squirming beneath me while I was inside you”
“Stop thinking and do it then” she yelled and his cock split her ginger whiskers and she roared

When they eventually got back to the food hall Daisy was waiting for him with an unhappy expression on her face
“Where have you two been?” she demanded
“Well first of all I couldn’t find my phone” he explained “and then I forgot where you keep your sunnies”
“And whats your story?” she asked Katie
“Well I was helping Sean to rembember stuff” she said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (191) Dance the Dance

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.

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.

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