(Part 01)
Markus Zeiler was a great bear of a man, standing 6’ 6” tall, barrell chested with hands like shovels.
But he was brought to his knees by a skinny Little waif standind 4’ 11” by the name of Nikki Ashbee
They were both in their mid twenties, both had flaming red hair but he was a gentle giant who barely spoke and she was a little livewire who never shut up.
They also had in common the fact that they were in love, though neither of them knew that they were the recipient of that love.
Markus couldn’t imagine that a beautiful little thing like Nikki could ever be interested in him, and she thought he was probably looking for someone as quiet as him.
They both worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, she was a chalet maid and he was a general handyman.
Markus lived in Sharpinghead but Nikki was from Finchbottom and as the summer season was coming to an end she was running out of time, if nothing happened between them they would go their separate ways and were unlikely to see each other again, but if she got her way she would stay on.
Nikki finally got her man when they were on what was known as mothball duties, closing down those chalet that would not be needed during the winter season, which meant a major clean and then all the furniture was sheeted.
Because she was so tiny she managed to enlist the help of the gentle giant with moving the furniture, though she was more than capable of doing it herself, because she was much stronger than she looked, she just used it as an excuse to get close to him.
But it didn’t really help because she was such a chatterbox, even if he could have found the words he wanted to use he would have struggled to get a word in edgeways.
They were on their fifth chalet and all was not going well for Nikki as she was hoping he might have made a move on her, afterall they were alone and had been in very close proximity on many occasions.
But nothing happened so she decided to make him get physical.
Nikki was wearing the Maxlin’s uniform, a blue denim skirt, a pale blue blouse and a white cardigan while Markus had on Blue bib and brace overalls over a pale blue T-shirt.
And it was the brace part of his overalls that she targeted.
As he crouched down to pick up a chest of drawers she undid one of the braces and chuckled as the bib flopped over.
She hoped it would provoke some physicality from him, she hoped it wasn’t too subtle, but she couldn’t do what she actually wanted to do which was to reach inside his overalls and grab his cock, and so she had to play games instead.
(Part 02)
As he crouched down to pick up a chest of drawers she undid one of the braces and chuckled as the bib flopped over.
She hoped it would provoke some physicality from him, she hoped it wasn’t too subtle, but she couldn’t do what she actually wanted to do which was to reach inside his overalls and grab his cock, and so she had to play games instead.
“Pack it in” Markus said and put the drawers down and reattached the brace and as he did she undid the other one and as he did that one up she undid the first one again giggling as she did so.
“Will you behave” he said and grabbed hold of her and pulled her close to him, which felt so good he had to let her go because if he started making a tent in his overalls he might scare her off.
He released her and gave her arse a playful slap which was supposed to deter her but only served to encourage her more because being in his strong arms felt every bit as good as she thought it would.
So as soon as his attention was diverted she undid the strap again and ran away and was giggling as he pursued her and she began to scramble up over the beds crab like and then she squealed as Markus grabbed her left leg by the knee with his great paw and halted her progress.
Markus then scooped her up off the bed like she was a ragdoll and threw her over his shoulder fireman’s lift style and then marched her up and down the room.
“Repeat after me “I must not play silly games”” he said
“Put me down you great brute” she squealed hoping that he would do the opposite.
“That’s not what I asked you to say is it?” he said and slapped the back of her thigh very gently and made her squirm
“Put me down you beast” she demanded in a tone that clearly said please don’t put me down.
He continued marching up and down and said again
“Repeat after me “I must not play silly games”” he said but stopped marching as he caught sight of something in the mirror.
It was his reflection or more accurately that part of him that had Nikki’s tiny body draped over.
And the part of that reflected image which had particularly caught his attention were the fleshy cheeks visible below the hem of her denim skirt and her pale blue knickers.
But the really interesting part, by some distance, which had caused him to make a tent in his overalls, was the dark circle, about the size of an old penny coin, clearly visible on her panties.
Markus did the only thing a man of his gentlemanly disposition could do and that was to stay in front of the mirror while Nikki half-heartedly wriggled on his shoulder and see if he couldn’t double his money.
(Part 03)
The really interesting part of the reflected image, by some distance, which had caused him to make a tent in his overalls, was the dark circle, about the size of an old penny coin, clearly visible on her panties.
Markus did the only thing a man of his gentlemanly disposition could do and that was to stay in front of the mirror while Nikki half-heartedly wriggled on his shoulder and see if he couldn’t double his money.
“So are you going to say it?” he asked
“No” she replied so he softly slapped the back of her thigh, but left his hand on the soft flesh and squeezed.
“Say it”
“No”
Another slap, a little higher this time, another gentle squeeze and the dark circle had widened, not doubled but it was growing.
“Say it”
“No”
Another slap, higher this time, another gentle squeeze and the dark circle widened before his eyes.
“Then I don’t know what I’m going to do with you” he said a moment before his great shovel of a hand went up her skirt and fondle her fleshy cheek which met with no resistance and for the first time that day she was completely silent.
Encouraged by her silence he handled her buttocks more thoroughly and more appraisingly, caressing every contour of its perfection.
Nikki remained silent but grabbed a handful of his overalls as she pulled herself close to him.
His huge paw left her cheek and travelled slowly down her naked skin to her knee and then after a momentary pause it made the return journey.
The dark penny sized patch on her panties was no longer the size or shape of a penny, it had grown irregular in shape and occupied the width of her gusset.
As his hand reached the top of her thigh he paused and then with a single digit gently probed the source of the growing moistness.
Nikki response was instant and acquiescent as his finger tip touched her sensual lip through the wet cotton and she let out a long loud breathy sigh.
He continued lightly tracing his fingertip along both sides of her lips until she moaned loudly into his clothes and he could feel hot breath even through the fabric.
That was the moment he chose to reach a shovel like hand up under her denim skirt and pull her slightly soiled pale blue knickers off her arse and down her thighs to her knees at which point Nikki obligingly lifted her legs so he pull them right off over her now shoeless feet.
With her knickers disposed of he returned his attention to her pussy which was now on full display in the mirror.
Markus was eager to proceed but he wanted to savour every second, after all he had waited all summer for a moment like that so he took his time.
Firstly he tucked the hem of her skirt in the waistband so he had and uninterrupted view of her white buttocks, her red whiskers and her moist lips.
(Part 04)
Firstly he tucked the hem of her skirt in the waistband so he had and uninterrupted view of her white buttocks, her red whiskers and her moist lips.
“Perfect” he said, and only realised he had said it out loud when she exclaimed
“Huh?”
“Nothing baby” he said and comprehended that she probably wasn’t aware he had been staring at her minge all the time and that realisation forced his hand so to speak so she wouldn’t have time to think about what he said, and so his large digit once again traced along her labia and when he reached her pubic bone he started on the return journey but this time he opened her up and his finger was awash and she moaned whorishly down his back, a sound repeated several times before his forefinger penetrated her hole repeatedly and he was just about to add a companion digit when Nikki called a halt to proceedings.
“Put me down” she screamed “Put me down now”
“What’s wrong baby girl?” he said “Have you had enough?”
“Just put me down” she insisted, and as he lowered her to the floor he cursed under his breath for going too far but he couldn’t help it he was really enjoying playing with her pussy.
“I’m sorry” he said when she was stood facing him “I went too far didn’t I?”
“Don’t be sorry” she snapped and pushed him back against the wall “You haven’t gone far enough yet”
“Oh?” he responded as she undid his braces.
And even before his overalls reached the floor her little hands were releasing his cock from his boxers
“God is there anything about you that isn’t giant?” she asked and chuckled as she reached up and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him.
Markus gripped her tiny buttocks with his great shovel hands and guided her velvety pussy on to his shaft and she moaned loudly in his face.
It was effortless for him, he was so big and strong and she was so small and feather light, so they stayed in situ rather than avail themselves of one of the beds.
It wasn’t a longwinded coupling as both participants were already excessively aroused before penetration due to the delicious foreplay and a summer of anticipation and when they came it was hot and hard and in total unison.
Markus was smiling as he sat on the bed watching Nikki pulling her sodden knickers up and she was smiling too.
“We could have been doing that all summer if you weren’t so shy” she said as she walked up to him and kissed him.
“Wasn’t it worth waiting for?” he asked
“God yes”
“Good because now we can spend all winter doing it in whichever empty chalet we want” he pointed out
“I hope it’s a really long winter” Nikki said and kissed him again
Thursday, 22 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (205) The Maverick Solicitor’s Receptionist at Lunch
Hollins, Cooper and Baker were the firm of Purplemere Solicitors handling Paul Lipscombe’s divorce.
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.
He was a regular at the firm but on this particular occasion it was his last official meeting with Lindsay and as was often the case in their meetings she was sitting on his lap and kissing him and he was trying to get his hand up her skirt which she was normally in favour of but that day she wasn’t playing along
“You can stop that” she said
“You don’t normally complain” he protested
“I know” she replied “but today you have been beaten to the prize by the cotton mouse I’m afraid”
“There are alternatives” he said
“But not today” she sighed
He would have liked to have got inside at least one of Lindsays orifices right at that moment but it was not to be.
“I have another meeting” she said “with a very important client”
“I hope he’s not so important he does what I do to you” he said
“Don’t worry darling no one else does what you do for me” she replied and kissed him.
Having struck out with the legal eagle he thought he would see what the front office could offer him, but as he reached reception Samantha’s desk was unmanned and he thought he wouldn’t be ploughing her furrow that day either.
Which was a shame because he’d had some fun with her only the week before when he speared her over the bonnet of her car until her scream echoed around the basement car park and her alarm went off.
After which she took him home and kept him there until Monday morning.
“Oh well another time” he said and headed out the door which was when he saw her at the other end of the corridor, she hadn’t seen him as she was reading a document as she walked.
He had to think quickly so he opened the disabled toilet door and stepped in and waited until she was passing
“Where are you going?” he asked as he pulled her into the toilet and quickly closed the door and she threw herself into his arms.
“Are you here to rob me or ravish me?”
“I think you already know the answer to that” he replied and kissed her
“Have you got long?” he asked between kisses
“I’m on my lunch break” she replied
“Good what would you like for lunch then?”
“Cock” she replied and began undoing his fly.
Because of what she was wearing, to fully enjoy her delight he had to virtually strip her naked which was why she was only wearing pop socks when she got her legs astride of him on the toilet and using the grab rails for support she lowered her pink waxed pussy onto him and rode him with Paul roughly groping the cheeks of her arse and staring at her mesmerizing jugs as she pumped herself on his cock until she screamed out in orgasm.
“That’s the best lunch ever” she confessed still panting five minutes after she came
“Back to work now then?” he suggested and Samantha gave him a wicked smile and replied
“I get an hour for lunch”
She raised herself off his sticky shaft and slithered onto the floor and took his wet cock in her mouth.
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.
He was a regular at the firm but on this particular occasion it was his last official meeting with Lindsay and as was often the case in their meetings she was sitting on his lap and kissing him and he was trying to get his hand up her skirt which she was normally in favour of but that day she wasn’t playing along
“You can stop that” she said
“You don’t normally complain” he protested
“I know” she replied “but today you have been beaten to the prize by the cotton mouse I’m afraid”
“There are alternatives” he said
“But not today” she sighed
He would have liked to have got inside at least one of Lindsays orifices right at that moment but it was not to be.
“I have another meeting” she said “with a very important client”
“I hope he’s not so important he does what I do to you” he said
“Don’t worry darling no one else does what you do for me” she replied and kissed him.
Having struck out with the legal eagle he thought he would see what the front office could offer him, but as he reached reception Samantha’s desk was unmanned and he thought he wouldn’t be ploughing her furrow that day either.
Which was a shame because he’d had some fun with her only the week before when he speared her over the bonnet of her car until her scream echoed around the basement car park and her alarm went off.
After which she took him home and kept him there until Monday morning.
“Oh well another time” he said and headed out the door which was when he saw her at the other end of the corridor, she hadn’t seen him as she was reading a document as she walked.
He had to think quickly so he opened the disabled toilet door and stepped in and waited until she was passing
“Where are you going?” he asked as he pulled her into the toilet and quickly closed the door and she threw herself into his arms.
“Are you here to rob me or ravish me?”
“I think you already know the answer to that” he replied and kissed her
“Have you got long?” he asked between kisses
“I’m on my lunch break” she replied
“Good what would you like for lunch then?”
“Cock” she replied and began undoing his fly.
Because of what she was wearing, to fully enjoy her delight he had to virtually strip her naked which was why she was only wearing pop socks when she got her legs astride of him on the toilet and using the grab rails for support she lowered her pink waxed pussy onto him and rode him with Paul roughly groping the cheeks of her arse and staring at her mesmerizing jugs as she pumped herself on his cock until she screamed out in orgasm.
“That’s the best lunch ever” she confessed still panting five minutes after she came
“Back to work now then?” he suggested and Samantha gave him a wicked smile and replied
“I get an hour for lunch”
She raised herself off his sticky shaft and slithered onto the floor and took his wet cock in her mouth.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (204) R and R
(Part 01)
Kenny Higgins was a civil engineer and had been working away in Oman for three months and had returned home to Childean to stay at his parents’ house to catch his breath and recharge his batteries before he returned to Muscat for his next 3 month stint away.
His parents were away in Portugal for a couple of weeks so he had the house to himself which was perfect.
He was completely knackered and was understandably looking forward to a few days of nothing very much at all before his friends realised he was home and an endless round of frenetic activity of sports bars and long boozy lunches, clubbing and the pursuit of gratuitous sex.
Well you know what they say about “best laid plans”, absolutely pointless when fate takes a hand.
Things began to go wrong at the break of day on his first night in his own bed, when a crack of thunder almost blew him out of it, and then the storm rumbled round for hours after that, making sleep nearly impossible, he would just drift off and then CRASH and he was wide awake, then things would calm down and he would begin to dose and then CRASH and his eyes were wide open again.
He gave up after the 9th or 10th time and got up and went downstairs for coffee.
The storm raged on for another hour or so but when it finally petered out he decided not to go back to bed and pottered around the house instead, spending the first few hours of his well-earned respite doing housework.
He had been home for less than 24hrs and couldn’t believe how much mess he had made.
About midmorning the sun came out so he thought he might as well take a walk down to the pub and make his presence known to his friends, so Kenny went upstairs to shower and shave.
He arrived back downstairs half an house later and had just picked up his keys when something in the garden caught his eye, just on the edge of the patio and she was bent over a wheelbarrow.
“Very nice” he said to himself as he took advantage of the view up her skirt.
“Oh very nice indeed” he said as to his absolute delight she reached for something at the other end of the barrow and in an effort to prevent herself overbalancing her left leg shot out sideways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her fleshy cheeks.
He put his keys down on the table and sat in the conservatory to get a better look and could discern the wisps of pubic hair against the pink of her knickers.
To his enjoyment the girl stayed bent over the barrow for a minute or so with one naked buttock on show and then she stood up.
And after ungloving her hand she lifted her skirt and slowly extracted her knickers from her bum crack.
(Part 02)
He put his keys down on the table and sat in the conservatory to get a better look and could discern the wisps of pubic hair against the pink of her knickers.
To his enjoyment the girl stayed bent over the barrow for a minute or so with one naked buttock on show and then she stood up.
And after ungloving her hand she lifted her skirt and slowly extracted her knickers from her bum crack.
When she was stood up he could see she was quite tall with long thigh chestnut hair but other than that there was no clue as to her identity.
It wasn’t anyone he knew, he was certain of that.
The mystery gardener then walked to the side of the wheelbarrow and leant over it again, this time presenting him with a side view of her.
The thick chestnut hair obscured her face but then he wasn’t really looking at her face as her large unrestrained breasts fell forward and filled her top and offered him a sizable taster though the armhole of her vest.
He thought for a moment that apart from her work boots and socks the rest of her apparel wasn’t really vocation appropriate, a vest top, short skirt and scanty knickers, not that he was complaining, he was just enjoying the show.
And as a result his cock was hard and his balls had begun to ache as he stared at every inch of the horny gardener except for her face but he was beginning not to care about that as he was thinking he would need to go and knock one out, or he would just cream his pants.
Which was the point that she stood up and turned towards him and smiled.
And he did know her, it was Millie Stevens, his first ever girlfriend, not that she had looked as she did then when he tried to get into her schoolgirl pants.
He stood up and opened the door and walked uncomfortably toward her.
“Hi Millie” he said “what are you doing here?”
“This is what I do” she replied “I’m a gardener by profession”
“You’re not dressed like a professional gardener” he retorted
“It’s my day off”
“What?”
“You’re mum called and told me you were home” she said as she walked towards him
“So I thought I’d come round and get you interested in the gardener”
Kenny said nothing but swallowed hard as she put her hand on his arousal and added
“I’m thinking I succeeded”
“Definitely” he replied
“Well are you going to invite me in?” she said and kissed him “or do I have to do all the work”
“Well put like that” he said “come in”
And led her by the hand inside and there they stayed as he spent the first three days of his R&R with the buxom gardener doing everything but rest and relax.
In fact R&R for them was rutting and rogering, he even had the chestnut haired gardener on the patio bent over her wheelbarrow in the moonlight.
Kenny Higgins was a civil engineer and had been working away in Oman for three months and had returned home to Childean to stay at his parents’ house to catch his breath and recharge his batteries before he returned to Muscat for his next 3 month stint away.
His parents were away in Portugal for a couple of weeks so he had the house to himself which was perfect.
He was completely knackered and was understandably looking forward to a few days of nothing very much at all before his friends realised he was home and an endless round of frenetic activity of sports bars and long boozy lunches, clubbing and the pursuit of gratuitous sex.
Well you know what they say about “best laid plans”, absolutely pointless when fate takes a hand.
Things began to go wrong at the break of day on his first night in his own bed, when a crack of thunder almost blew him out of it, and then the storm rumbled round for hours after that, making sleep nearly impossible, he would just drift off and then CRASH and he was wide awake, then things would calm down and he would begin to dose and then CRASH and his eyes were wide open again.
He gave up after the 9th or 10th time and got up and went downstairs for coffee.
The storm raged on for another hour or so but when it finally petered out he decided not to go back to bed and pottered around the house instead, spending the first few hours of his well-earned respite doing housework.
He had been home for less than 24hrs and couldn’t believe how much mess he had made.
About midmorning the sun came out so he thought he might as well take a walk down to the pub and make his presence known to his friends, so Kenny went upstairs to shower and shave.
He arrived back downstairs half an house later and had just picked up his keys when something in the garden caught his eye, just on the edge of the patio and she was bent over a wheelbarrow.
“Very nice” he said to himself as he took advantage of the view up her skirt.
“Oh very nice indeed” he said as to his absolute delight she reached for something at the other end of the barrow and in an effort to prevent herself overbalancing her left leg shot out sideways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her fleshy cheeks.
He put his keys down on the table and sat in the conservatory to get a better look and could discern the wisps of pubic hair against the pink of her knickers.
To his enjoyment the girl stayed bent over the barrow for a minute or so with one naked buttock on show and then she stood up.
And after ungloving her hand she lifted her skirt and slowly extracted her knickers from her bum crack.
(Part 02)
He put his keys down on the table and sat in the conservatory to get a better look and could discern the wisps of pubic hair against the pink of her knickers.
To his enjoyment the girl stayed bent over the barrow for a minute or so with one naked buttock on show and then she stood up.
And after ungloving her hand she lifted her skirt and slowly extracted her knickers from her bum crack.
When she was stood up he could see she was quite tall with long thigh chestnut hair but other than that there was no clue as to her identity.
It wasn’t anyone he knew, he was certain of that.
The mystery gardener then walked to the side of the wheelbarrow and leant over it again, this time presenting him with a side view of her.
The thick chestnut hair obscured her face but then he wasn’t really looking at her face as her large unrestrained breasts fell forward and filled her top and offered him a sizable taster though the armhole of her vest.
He thought for a moment that apart from her work boots and socks the rest of her apparel wasn’t really vocation appropriate, a vest top, short skirt and scanty knickers, not that he was complaining, he was just enjoying the show.
And as a result his cock was hard and his balls had begun to ache as he stared at every inch of the horny gardener except for her face but he was beginning not to care about that as he was thinking he would need to go and knock one out, or he would just cream his pants.
Which was the point that she stood up and turned towards him and smiled.
And he did know her, it was Millie Stevens, his first ever girlfriend, not that she had looked as she did then when he tried to get into her schoolgirl pants.
He stood up and opened the door and walked uncomfortably toward her.
“Hi Millie” he said “what are you doing here?”
“This is what I do” she replied “I’m a gardener by profession”
“You’re not dressed like a professional gardener” he retorted
“It’s my day off”
“What?”
“You’re mum called and told me you were home” she said as she walked towards him
“So I thought I’d come round and get you interested in the gardener”
Kenny said nothing but swallowed hard as she put her hand on his arousal and added
“I’m thinking I succeeded”
“Definitely” he replied
“Well are you going to invite me in?” she said and kissed him “or do I have to do all the work”
“Well put like that” he said “come in”
And led her by the hand inside and there they stayed as he spent the first three days of his R&R with the buxom gardener doing everything but rest and relax.
In fact R&R for them was rutting and rogering, he even had the chestnut haired gardener on the patio bent over her wheelbarrow in the moonlight.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (203) The Woman that Does
Mark Catley was a well-respected member of the Dulcet-on-Brooke community, parish councillor, church warden and Justice of the Peace.
He had had a very late night the night before and the next day when he finally arose it was quite late.
So after a shower he walked downstairs to find Mrs Wells hard at work with a j-cloth.
Mrs. Wells was his cleaner and not an exotic dancer so the j-cloth was not being used as an erotic prop but for more mundane reasons.
“Morning Patricia” he said
He had forgotten it was cleaning day, he usually got himself up early when Mrs Wells was about.
“I think you’ll find it’s nearer the afternoon sir” she corrected him.
Patricia could be a surly old bird but she was a marvellous cleaner and absolutely godsend in more ways than one.
She had the knack of making him feel like he wasn’t a well-respected pillar of the community and he found her to be incredibly intimidating so he made himself a coffee and made his way to the study.
“I haven’t done in there yet” she called after him
“That’s ok just come in when you’re ready” he replied
He closed the door and switched on the computer and checked his email.
About half an hour later the door of his study opened and Patricia Wells entered wearing her French maids outfit and no knickers.
“Is now a good time sir?” she asked
“Now is a perfect time” he replied and Mrs Wells unzipped his fly and went about her duties.
He had had a very late night the night before and the next day when he finally arose it was quite late.
So after a shower he walked downstairs to find Mrs Wells hard at work with a j-cloth.
Mrs. Wells was his cleaner and not an exotic dancer so the j-cloth was not being used as an erotic prop but for more mundane reasons.
“Morning Patricia” he said
He had forgotten it was cleaning day, he usually got himself up early when Mrs Wells was about.
“I think you’ll find it’s nearer the afternoon sir” she corrected him.
Patricia could be a surly old bird but she was a marvellous cleaner and absolutely godsend in more ways than one.
She had the knack of making him feel like he wasn’t a well-respected pillar of the community and he found her to be incredibly intimidating so he made himself a coffee and made his way to the study.
“I haven’t done in there yet” she called after him
“That’s ok just come in when you’re ready” he replied
He closed the door and switched on the computer and checked his email.
About half an hour later the door of his study opened and Patricia Wells entered wearing her French maids outfit and no knickers.
“Is now a good time sir?” she asked
“Now is a perfect time” he replied and Mrs Wells unzipped his fly and went about her duties.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (202) A Definite Keeper
They lay on the bed in the afterglow with the sun painting her pale, white skin, yellow and turning her ginger minge to burning gold.
Her nipples stood proudly aroused as the breeze blew across them and he contemplated taking one in his mouth.
But in the end he settled for enjoying the lovely vision of her nakedness until he drifted off.
“Turn your back,” she insisted as she noticed him stir
“Why?” he asked as she tried to hide her nakedness from him.
“So I can get dressed of course”
“But I’ve already seen everything” he pointed out
“That was when we were making love” she corrected him
“This is different”
“Ok” he said and turned his back to her
“And no peeking”
“Ok”
He thought it was rather cute that even after what they had done just an hour before, and all the times before that, she was still acting shy, that was a definite point scorer in his book.
“This one is a keeper” he said to himself as his cock began to stir.
“Now you can look,” she said
When he turned around she was wearing his shirt, which reached down to her knees, and judging by what was still lying on the floor, nothing else.
So he reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the bed and undressed her again.
Her nipples stood proudly aroused as the breeze blew across them and he contemplated taking one in his mouth.
But in the end he settled for enjoying the lovely vision of her nakedness until he drifted off.
“Turn your back,” she insisted as she noticed him stir
“Why?” he asked as she tried to hide her nakedness from him.
“So I can get dressed of course”
“But I’ve already seen everything” he pointed out
“That was when we were making love” she corrected him
“This is different”
“Ok” he said and turned his back to her
“And no peeking”
“Ok”
He thought it was rather cute that even after what they had done just an hour before, and all the times before that, she was still acting shy, that was a definite point scorer in his book.
“This one is a keeper” he said to himself as his cock began to stir.
“Now you can look,” she said
When he turned around she was wearing his shirt, which reached down to her knees, and judging by what was still lying on the floor, nothing else.
So he reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the bed and undressed her again.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (201) Lustful Lady
Marcia Holt was a very lustful Lady who was an eye-catching cougar who was doused in heavy musk and on the prowl.
The wrong side of forty she was still a woman full of desire, with the looks and the confidence to get what she wanted.
She was outrageously flirty and was exotic, erotic, earthy and dirty, she didn’t bother with underwear, she knew what she wanted and if it made the men stare she really didn’t care.
Marci walked into the club looking for someone to quench her fire on that particular day she chose a young buck called Vinny to satisfy her sexual urges.
The lustful Lady took him to a cheap hotel and used him and abused him and extracted every ounce of pleasure from each satisfying penetration until orgasmic culmination and ecstatic ejaculation
Vinny pulled out of her and she let out an audible sigh of satisfaction and in the moment after withdrawal he bent down and kissed her quivering belly and lay his face against it.
Marcia sighed again, and he felt her muscles contract and he stood up just in time to see a little dribble of his cum escape from her hole.
She lay there for about twenty minutes breathing deeply and sighing repeatedly, he threw a blanket loosely across her and the only sounds coming from her were her sighs and a series of soft whispers from her fanny.
He had redressed himself and was sitting on the bed watching her, rerunning the night’s events in his head subconsciously selecting those specific moments that would make it to his wank bank.
Apart from the obvious inclusions there was also the sound of her screaming orgasm, the dribble on her lip and her fanny farting would all make it in.
As Marcia stirred Vinny wondered if she had a wank bank and what moments with him would be in it.
Marcia opened her eyes and looked at him watching her an threw the blanket off her and said
“I hope you’re ready to go again”
The wrong side of forty she was still a woman full of desire, with the looks and the confidence to get what she wanted.
She was outrageously flirty and was exotic, erotic, earthy and dirty, she didn’t bother with underwear, she knew what she wanted and if it made the men stare she really didn’t care.
Marci walked into the club looking for someone to quench her fire on that particular day she chose a young buck called Vinny to satisfy her sexual urges.
The lustful Lady took him to a cheap hotel and used him and abused him and extracted every ounce of pleasure from each satisfying penetration until orgasmic culmination and ecstatic ejaculation
Vinny pulled out of her and she let out an audible sigh of satisfaction and in the moment after withdrawal he bent down and kissed her quivering belly and lay his face against it.
Marcia sighed again, and he felt her muscles contract and he stood up just in time to see a little dribble of his cum escape from her hole.
She lay there for about twenty minutes breathing deeply and sighing repeatedly, he threw a blanket loosely across her and the only sounds coming from her were her sighs and a series of soft whispers from her fanny.
He had redressed himself and was sitting on the bed watching her, rerunning the night’s events in his head subconsciously selecting those specific moments that would make it to his wank bank.
Apart from the obvious inclusions there was also the sound of her screaming orgasm, the dribble on her lip and her fanny farting would all make it in.
As Marcia stirred Vinny wondered if she had a wank bank and what moments with him would be in it.
Marcia opened her eyes and looked at him watching her an threw the blanket off her and said
“I hope you’re ready to go again”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (200) Being Alive
Mark Landmann was walking along the bridle path in the summer sunshine, lost in thought and totally oblivious to the glorious scenery surrounding him in the Dancingdean Forest.
He wasn’t even aware how long he’d been walking such was the burden he was carrying.
“Hello Mr Landmann” a voice said bringing him back to the present and he looked round to see Dawn Redman trotting past and giving him a cheeky smile.
“Hello Dawn” he said as she trotted off down the path on her horse, her pert little bottom bouncing on the saddle, rhythmically rising and falling in synchrony with the beast below her and he instantly pictured her cute little arse naked, her cheeks quivering as they bouncing up and down as she rose and fell on his cock and her perfect little tits bounced along with them.
But this was not an imagining of an old letch ogling a fit young woman, the images in his head were of a remembrance of a bitter betrayal.
And the knowledge of his betrayal was the guilty burden he had carried with him into the woods.
The guilt of a husband’s infidelity, but not just that, his wife was terminally ill, so he had cheated on a dying woman and to make matters worse, Dawn was her palliative care nurse.
But the thing he felt so guilty about was because he enjoyed it so much and when he was inside her he felt really alive and he wanted that feeling again, and again.
He wasn’t even aware how long he’d been walking such was the burden he was carrying.
“Hello Mr Landmann” a voice said bringing him back to the present and he looked round to see Dawn Redman trotting past and giving him a cheeky smile.
“Hello Dawn” he said as she trotted off down the path on her horse, her pert little bottom bouncing on the saddle, rhythmically rising and falling in synchrony with the beast below her and he instantly pictured her cute little arse naked, her cheeks quivering as they bouncing up and down as she rose and fell on his cock and her perfect little tits bounced along with them.
But this was not an imagining of an old letch ogling a fit young woman, the images in his head were of a remembrance of a bitter betrayal.
And the knowledge of his betrayal was the guilty burden he had carried with him into the woods.
The guilt of a husband’s infidelity, but not just that, his wife was terminally ill, so he had cheated on a dying woman and to make matters worse, Dawn was her palliative care nurse.
But the thing he felt so guilty about was because he enjoyed it so much and when he was inside her he felt really alive and he wanted that feeling again, and again.
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