(Part 01)
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, he had always had a soft spot for posh tottie and it always caused a hardening of his soft spot and the horny way she peered over the top of her spectacles made 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 nights 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 heard 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, and from there she would lead him to her inner sanctum.
But when his divorce was finalized he had no other reason to go to the offices other than to fuck her and if they continued they would doubtless be discovered.
So they sought out other venues, they couldn’t go to her place because she was still married and they couldn’t go to his because he was house sharing with his brother.
Hotels were an option but twice a week every week was not financially sustainable.
Which was why they had to start thinking outside the box.
Some of Lindsay’s clients didn’t like meeting at Hollins, Cooper and Baker or their own premises so it was sometimes necessary to hold meetings at hotels conference rooms.
One of her favourite Hotels for such meetings was The Clayton Manor.
But conference rooms were not hired by the hour and such meeting never lasted all day so they had a venue, and as the conference room hire was charged to the client there was no cost involved.
The other bonus was that Gary Playford, the Hotel manager, who had been an occasional bed mate of hers, knew what she was doing and would ensure they were not disturbed.
To be honest after the journey to Clayton Paul would need little persuasion to rise to the occasion as the anticipation was making his balls ache.
He arrived at the Hotel and made himself known to the receptionist who had been told to expect him.
“Phil Lampeter” he said “I’m here to give a deposition”
He was suited and booted and seriously aroused as he followed Lindsay down the corridor in fact he was loaded and ready to fire.
At the end of the corridor they arrived at their destination, a small meeting room, very plush with wood panelling and leather upholstery.
Hanging on the door was a sign which read “Legal Deposition being taken DO NOT ENTER”
Inside there was a briefcase and a pile of legal papers on the table which was to be expected if it really was an official Deposition.
(Part 02)
At the end of the corridor they arrived at their destination, a small meeting room, very plush with wood panelling and leather upholstery.
Hanging on the door was a sign which read “Legal Deposition being taken DO NOT ENTER”
Inside there was a briefcase and a pile of legal papers on the table which was to be expected if it really was an official Deposition.
Paul watched her as she paraded around the room and then she drew back the blind at one end of the room and the sunlight spilled through the window and illuminated her form through the white silk of her blouse and the sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination, but just to make sure he hadn’t missed anything she turned first left then right which caused the illumination of her fine unrestrained breasts for him to see perfectly.
“Do you like my new blouse?” she asked as she walked toward him
“Very nice” he said and stood up to meet her and then they kissed
Paul turned her round and played with her titties through the blouse until her nipples stood proud against the silk.
He guided her forward until she knelt in the leather chair he had occupied and she rested her head against the leather and gripped the chair back as he began hoisting up her skirt slowly up her thighs to her stocking tops until it reached her waist and he could slip his hand inside her panties.
The silk was wet against the back of his hand and so were her whiskers against his palm and the moment his digit touch her flesh she moaned earthily.
“Are you ready to take my deposition now?”
He asked
“Yes Mr Lampeter yes”
He pulled the expensive silk drawers aside to expose her pink pussy and as his other hand reached around and groped her plump tittie he penetrated her cunny to her great pleasure and she turned her head and gave him a smile as he cupped both breasts and extracted the dirtiest low rasping moans he had ever heard in response to his insertions.
And as they reached the conclusion to the legal proceedings Lindsay went rigid and was biting the leather upholstery in an attempt to stifle her scream of satisfaction then she collapsed breathless into the chair.
After a short period of reflection to consider legal arguments Lindsay took a second deposition when she rode him on the conference table.
Friday, 23 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (211) Angel of the Night
When Angela met him in Beiderbecke’s club she was wearing her sexiest lingerie and spoke dirtily to him, suggestively and without ambiguity.
She sought Dave out and overwhelmed him, disarming him with her directness and was seductive and charming and the want of her made him ache.
Soon they left the club and were in his car traveling at pace to his house and all the while she was enticing and seducing and the moment he opened the front door he took her off to bed.
Angela allowed him to handle her roughly like a rag doll and let him bend her to his will.
He groped her breasts and toyed with her nipples before his fingers, first probed and then penetrated her hot wetness and Dave made her whimper and moan and grunt and groan and he revelled in her response to his touch and finally she begged him to enter and as he did he felt her shudder.
Such was the burning passion that consumed them both they were lost in the baseness of the act and filthy words spilled from her lips as they exorcized their lust.
It made them sweat and it made them shake and then the sweet ecstasy in the moment of their passions culmination she soothed his ache.
Angela used him and abused him until he begged for rest, she exhausted him until he could scarcely go on and when he had no more to give she wrung him out like a wet rag and cast him aside and as quickly as she came into his life she was gone from it and he slept the clock around.
She sought Dave out and overwhelmed him, disarming him with her directness and was seductive and charming and the want of her made him ache.
Soon they left the club and were in his car traveling at pace to his house and all the while she was enticing and seducing and the moment he opened the front door he took her off to bed.
Angela allowed him to handle her roughly like a rag doll and let him bend her to his will.
He groped her breasts and toyed with her nipples before his fingers, first probed and then penetrated her hot wetness and Dave made her whimper and moan and grunt and groan and he revelled in her response to his touch and finally she begged him to enter and as he did he felt her shudder.
Such was the burning passion that consumed them both they were lost in the baseness of the act and filthy words spilled from her lips as they exorcized their lust.
It made them sweat and it made them shake and then the sweet ecstasy in the moment of their passions culmination she soothed his ache.
Angela used him and abused him until he begged for rest, she exhausted him until he could scarcely go on and when he had no more to give she wrung him out like a wet rag and cast him aside and as quickly as she came into his life she was gone from it and he slept the clock around.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (210) The Final Revenge
Andrew Garnett and Paul McGavin were childhood friends and roamed the countryside of the Vale as they grew from boys to men.
And there was no reason why their friendship wouldn’t survive in to adulthood had it not been for the fact that Andrew betrayed his friend by sleeping with Paul’s fiancé Gail the night before their wedding.
As a result Paul was unable to forgive either of them and suffice is to say that the wedding didn’t go ahead, he also refused to pay any of the bills related to the wedding and refered all of them to “the slut”.
He also published pictures of both of the culprits and blackened their names on social media.
He also changed his career and set up a rival business in direct competition to is exfriend with the soul intention of stealing trade from him, and as Paul came from a weathly Downshire family he could afford to undercut his rival at every turn.
But Paul wasn’t satisfied with that he also dogged Andrew in his leisure time as well and even holiday’d in the same location, even though he could well afford to holiday at more upmarket resorts.
However it wasn’t until 8 years after the initial betrayal that Paul was able to draw a line underneath it and get on with his life.
Paul was sitting on his balcony looking down on the square in Batsi and he was naked from the waist down.
Down below he could see Andrew sitting at a table at the Medusa bar and he made sure that he saw him.
While Gemma’s red head rose and fell on him, and he made sure he held his gaze right up until the sublime moment that his cock spasm in her mouth and then he gave him a wave.
“Who are you waving to?” She asked as she wiped her mouth
“Your husband” he replied
He had planned for Gemma to stand up after the act so Andrew would know what had occurred but in the end he was satisfied that he had come in his pregnant wifes mouth.
And there was no reason why their friendship wouldn’t survive in to adulthood had it not been for the fact that Andrew betrayed his friend by sleeping with Paul’s fiancé Gail the night before their wedding.
As a result Paul was unable to forgive either of them and suffice is to say that the wedding didn’t go ahead, he also refused to pay any of the bills related to the wedding and refered all of them to “the slut”.
He also published pictures of both of the culprits and blackened their names on social media.
He also changed his career and set up a rival business in direct competition to is exfriend with the soul intention of stealing trade from him, and as Paul came from a weathly Downshire family he could afford to undercut his rival at every turn.
But Paul wasn’t satisfied with that he also dogged Andrew in his leisure time as well and even holiday’d in the same location, even though he could well afford to holiday at more upmarket resorts.
However it wasn’t until 8 years after the initial betrayal that Paul was able to draw a line underneath it and get on with his life.
Paul was sitting on his balcony looking down on the square in Batsi and he was naked from the waist down.
Down below he could see Andrew sitting at a table at the Medusa bar and he made sure that he saw him.
While Gemma’s red head rose and fell on him, and he made sure he held his gaze right up until the sublime moment that his cock spasm in her mouth and then he gave him a wave.
“Who are you waving to?” She asked as she wiped her mouth
“Your husband” he replied
He had planned for Gemma to stand up after the act so Andrew would know what had occurred but in the end he was satisfied that he had come in his pregnant wifes mouth.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (209) The Seminar
Andy Stringer sat in the Beaumont Room at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere wearing his name badge bearing the name Andrew J Stringer.
He was there for a seminar on Health and Safety in the workplace and he was dreading it.
Not that he wasn’t interested in the subject, it was after all his career and he had been doing it for more than twenty years.
It was partly because he had attended seminars on the subject many times before, but mainly he was dreading it because of the trainer, Clare Crossley, who was so gorgeous he was always distracted from the presentation and into sexual fantasies.
He had known her for several years and for a lot of those years he did little more than give her an appraising look that was until he came upon her by accident as she was reattaching a suspender to her black stocking, it was only a glimpse, a split second, but after that when he saw her he could think of nothing else.
It was a glorious summer day outside and the sun streamed into the room and bathed Clare in sunlight which was the beginning of the erotic moving pictures in his head.
The sun shone on her white silk blouse and highlighted her bra beneath but in AJ’s mind’s eye there was no bra only her faultless naked breasts.
He watched as she worked the room strutting on four-inch heels and black stockings and suspenders which he had no need to imagine.
All the while the floor show was going on she carried on chatting away in a professional manner and then his mind went into overdrive.
Clare closed the blind that was illuminating her blouse and clearly delighted with the effect she had achieved, walked towards the desk and quite deliberately caught the vent on her skirt on the edge of the desk and rather than show a glimpse of her stocking top it pulled the whole the whole skirt from her waist.
She moved around in front of the desk in her perfectly choreographed moves and looked at him, and the silk blouse wafted open as she lay down on the desk.
She was working very hard to seduce him and looked straight into his eyes as her long manicured fingers entered her black lace panties.
His cock throbbed as he watched as she fingered herself inside the lace and she began to moan.
He stood up once she brought herself to climax and walked towards the table.
Clare’s hand was still inside her pants as he reached under her arse and pulled her knickers off her buttocks but as he lifted her legs up to pull them off her ankles, she removed her fingers from her crease and smiled wickedly as she held them to her nose.
With her knickers in hand he pushed her legs back and opened her wide and wiped every drop of juice from her pussy and threw the soiled panties on her face and by the time he had his cock out of his trousers her minge was wet again as he glided into her.
“AJ!!” Clare shouted “AJ!!”
“Wh…what!!!” he exclaimed
“It’s all over” She said “Everyone else has gone”
“Oh sorry” he said “My mind was elsewhere”
“I can see that” Clare said indicating the bulge in his trousers with her eyes.
“I think it’s obvious where your attention has been”
“Well….erm” he stammered and put his hands in his lap
“I think you need to come with me up to my room so I can recap the salient points for you” she said and smiled the wicked smile he’d seen in his lusty day dream.
He was there for a seminar on Health and Safety in the workplace and he was dreading it.
Not that he wasn’t interested in the subject, it was after all his career and he had been doing it for more than twenty years.
It was partly because he had attended seminars on the subject many times before, but mainly he was dreading it because of the trainer, Clare Crossley, who was so gorgeous he was always distracted from the presentation and into sexual fantasies.
He had known her for several years and for a lot of those years he did little more than give her an appraising look that was until he came upon her by accident as she was reattaching a suspender to her black stocking, it was only a glimpse, a split second, but after that when he saw her he could think of nothing else.
It was a glorious summer day outside and the sun streamed into the room and bathed Clare in sunlight which was the beginning of the erotic moving pictures in his head.
The sun shone on her white silk blouse and highlighted her bra beneath but in AJ’s mind’s eye there was no bra only her faultless naked breasts.
He watched as she worked the room strutting on four-inch heels and black stockings and suspenders which he had no need to imagine.
All the while the floor show was going on she carried on chatting away in a professional manner and then his mind went into overdrive.
Clare closed the blind that was illuminating her blouse and clearly delighted with the effect she had achieved, walked towards the desk and quite deliberately caught the vent on her skirt on the edge of the desk and rather than show a glimpse of her stocking top it pulled the whole the whole skirt from her waist.
She moved around in front of the desk in her perfectly choreographed moves and looked at him, and the silk blouse wafted open as she lay down on the desk.
She was working very hard to seduce him and looked straight into his eyes as her long manicured fingers entered her black lace panties.
His cock throbbed as he watched as she fingered herself inside the lace and she began to moan.
He stood up once she brought herself to climax and walked towards the table.
Clare’s hand was still inside her pants as he reached under her arse and pulled her knickers off her buttocks but as he lifted her legs up to pull them off her ankles, she removed her fingers from her crease and smiled wickedly as she held them to her nose.
With her knickers in hand he pushed her legs back and opened her wide and wiped every drop of juice from her pussy and threw the soiled panties on her face and by the time he had his cock out of his trousers her minge was wet again as he glided into her.
“AJ!!” Clare shouted “AJ!!”
“Wh…what!!!” he exclaimed
“It’s all over” She said “Everyone else has gone”
“Oh sorry” he said “My mind was elsewhere”
“I can see that” Clare said indicating the bulge in his trousers with her eyes.
“I think it’s obvious where your attention has been”
“Well….erm” he stammered and put his hands in his lap
“I think you need to come with me up to my room so I can recap the salient points for you” she said and smiled the wicked smile he’d seen in his lusty day dream.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (208) The Nightcap Code
(Part 01)
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests that he considered fair game.
There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, even more desperate divorcees and the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.
In the quiet of his office he sat and thought, as he nursed a large brandy, of the tortuous events of the day, in particular an inebriated lady Bishop from Nance and her form of sexual offertory which he had to decline.
That was followed by the appearance of two very mature schoolgirls, Lisa and Honey, in full uniform to report a problem with their room, he couldn’t remember the nature of the problem as he was picturing them cavorting naked around his office save for sundry items of lace and silk.
After the horny schoolgirls had left he took a walk across to the Gate Lodge to visit Blaire who was on her day off and was one of his frequent flyers, but alas she wasn’t in and was probable off wetting someone else’s balls.
(Part 02)
As he walked back across the car park he was rerunning some of the sexual encounters they had shared and it was only the sound of a car horn that ended the Technicolor orgy in his head.
When he looked round he saw it was Dr Owens, another regular recipient of his attention, driving away, she gave him a wave as she drove past, but that was enough and there were images of her in his head, her beautiful naked body beneath him, on top of him, on all fours, in the shower, and against a wall.
The afternoon and evening were annoyingly taken up with work which required him to burn the midnight oil somewhat but by the end of the day he got himself a brandy and called it a night.
He drained his glass and decided he would visit the lounge on one final prowl for a likely candidate for his lust and there she was sitting alone in an easy chair reading a book.
When she looked she smiled at him and said
“Hello Gary”
And his mind went blank clearly some woman he’d slept with at some time or other and the encounter was so unmemorable he had obviously forgotten her instantly.
He tried to picture her dressed in a different outfit, casual wear, uniform, bondage gear or work clothes and then it registered.
“Lindsay Baker” he replied, not a woman he had slept with after all and then instantly forgotten she was a solicitor from Purplemere who he tried to sleep with.
“Do you mind if I join you?” he asked.
“Not at all” she said “please do” and gestured to the neighboring chair.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked
“Thank you, yes,” she said and he signaled to the barman.
After he ordered the drinks she said
“I heard on the grapevine you had been banished to the country, isn’t it a bit slow for a man of your propensities?”
“You would be surprised” he remarked
“Really?” she said “tell me more”
“A gentleman never kisses and tells” Gary pointed out
“Well you’re no gentleman so spill the beans”
So over the next fifteen minutes he related to her some of his more interesting encounters.
“My word you have been a busy boy” she said and squirmed a little in her seat.
“And what about you?” he probed, and hoped he might probe further
“What do you mean?” she said innocently
“You are not after all without a reputation” he said ungallantly
“Well that’s true enough, though compared to you I’m an amateur” she said
“Come on out with it” he insisted and she regaled him with the lurid tale of one of her clients who attended meetings in her office after hours and was shagging her senseless.
“Excellent” he said sporting a boner as he watched Lindsay fidgeting.
“Another drink?” he offered
“In my room perhaps” she replied
“A Nightcap?” he asked
“Something like that” Lindsay said “Providing that “Nightcap” is Hotel code for Horny Hotelier fucks Slutty Solicitor”
“We at the Clayton Manor Hotel are here to please” he said
“Yes that’s definitely what I want” she said and stood up and as she walked ahead of him he could see a damp patch on the back of her skirt.
“We’ve done the foreplay then” he said to himself
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests that he considered fair game.
There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, even more desperate divorcees and the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.
In the quiet of his office he sat and thought, as he nursed a large brandy, of the tortuous events of the day, in particular an inebriated lady Bishop from Nance and her form of sexual offertory which he had to decline.
That was followed by the appearance of two very mature schoolgirls, Lisa and Honey, in full uniform to report a problem with their room, he couldn’t remember the nature of the problem as he was picturing them cavorting naked around his office save for sundry items of lace and silk.
After the horny schoolgirls had left he took a walk across to the Gate Lodge to visit Blaire who was on her day off and was one of his frequent flyers, but alas she wasn’t in and was probable off wetting someone else’s balls.
(Part 02)
As he walked back across the car park he was rerunning some of the sexual encounters they had shared and it was only the sound of a car horn that ended the Technicolor orgy in his head.
When he looked round he saw it was Dr Owens, another regular recipient of his attention, driving away, she gave him a wave as she drove past, but that was enough and there were images of her in his head, her beautiful naked body beneath him, on top of him, on all fours, in the shower, and against a wall.
The afternoon and evening were annoyingly taken up with work which required him to burn the midnight oil somewhat but by the end of the day he got himself a brandy and called it a night.
He drained his glass and decided he would visit the lounge on one final prowl for a likely candidate for his lust and there she was sitting alone in an easy chair reading a book.
When she looked she smiled at him and said
“Hello Gary”
And his mind went blank clearly some woman he’d slept with at some time or other and the encounter was so unmemorable he had obviously forgotten her instantly.
He tried to picture her dressed in a different outfit, casual wear, uniform, bondage gear or work clothes and then it registered.
“Lindsay Baker” he replied, not a woman he had slept with after all and then instantly forgotten she was a solicitor from Purplemere who he tried to sleep with.
“Do you mind if I join you?” he asked.
“Not at all” she said “please do” and gestured to the neighboring chair.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked
“Thank you, yes,” she said and he signaled to the barman.
After he ordered the drinks she said
“I heard on the grapevine you had been banished to the country, isn’t it a bit slow for a man of your propensities?”
“You would be surprised” he remarked
“Really?” she said “tell me more”
“A gentleman never kisses and tells” Gary pointed out
“Well you’re no gentleman so spill the beans”
So over the next fifteen minutes he related to her some of his more interesting encounters.
“My word you have been a busy boy” she said and squirmed a little in her seat.
“And what about you?” he probed, and hoped he might probe further
“What do you mean?” she said innocently
“You are not after all without a reputation” he said ungallantly
“Well that’s true enough, though compared to you I’m an amateur” she said
“Come on out with it” he insisted and she regaled him with the lurid tale of one of her clients who attended meetings in her office after hours and was shagging her senseless.
“Excellent” he said sporting a boner as he watched Lindsay fidgeting.
“Another drink?” he offered
“In my room perhaps” she replied
“A Nightcap?” he asked
“Something like that” Lindsay said “Providing that “Nightcap” is Hotel code for Horny Hotelier fucks Slutty Solicitor”
“We at the Clayton Manor Hotel are here to please” he said
“Yes that’s definitely what I want” she said and stood up and as she walked ahead of him he could see a damp patch on the back of her skirt.
“We’ve done the foreplay then” he said to himself
Choice Tales from the Vale – (207) The Hawks Wood Maiden
(Part 01)
Mark Jordan was born and raised on Lily Green Farm which nestled on the lower slopes of the Pepperstock Hills in the lee of the village of Highfinch.
He was a tall lean man with a well-toned physique and a weathered complexion born out of a lifetime spent in the open air.
Mark had happy memories of the farm and the nearby hamlet but it became a cold and bitter place after his mother died so at the age of 19 he left the farm for University and never returned until his father died 9 years later.
He was always very close to his father but when Marks mother died he climbed inside a bottle and never came out, and the farm went to rack and ruin.
But despite their estrangement the farm was left to him, such as it was, so he gave up his job as a farm manager in Tipton and returned to Lily Green Farm to breathe new life into his old family home.
He had been back just over a month and had already employed a couple of labourers to do some general repairs about the place when he got an email from the local forestry authority in regard to Hawks Wood, which was situated on the Northeast corner of the farm, and could he meet one of their tree surgeon in the wood at 10 am the next morning, he hit reply and typed an affirmative response.
As with the rest of the farm the woodlands had suffered due to neglect at his father’s hand so it was hardly a surprise that the forestry people were concerned about Hawks Wood.
He walked up to the wood the next morning and when he got up there the happy memories of his childhood flooded back and he was lost in the thoughts of those happy days when he heard a voice behind him.
“Hello Mark”
He turned around and the voice belonged to an attractive looking woman, pretty face, blue eyes, soft shoulder length brown hair, 5t 5 or 6, early twenties, nice figure, wearing a Hi-Viz vest over a t-shirt, knee length shorts, work boots and carrying a hard hat, whom he vaguely recognized.
“I’m sorry, I know that I know that we’ve met but I can’t place you” he said
“Well that’s not very flattering” she said “Especially after I showed you my knickers in these very woods”
(Part 02)
“I’m sorry, I know that I know that we’ve met but I can’t place you” he said
“Well that’s not very flattering” she said “Especially after I showed you my knickers in these very woods”
“Alison Storey” he said
“Ah so you do remember me”
“How could I forget” Mark said “White with little pink flowers if I’m not mistaken”
“My God you do remember” she said and blushed
“As I said hard to forget, young girl, pink petals, all very Freudian”
“I think I preferred it when you didn’t remember me” she said and laughed
“In your defense you were only seven” he said
“I was older the last time we were in these woods though” Alison added
“There was no flashing involved on that occasion” he pointed out
“There would have been if I’d had my way” she said “But you rebuffed my advances”
“I know but you were only just 15 and I was 19”
“That didn’t bother me” Alison retorted
“It wouldn’t have been right” he said “no matter how much I might have wanted to”
“You wanted to?” she asked with surprise
“Of course”
“I didn’t think you did” she remarked “I thought you didn’t like me”
“Even after the kiss?” he said
Alison and Mark had been to the same house party in Highfinch, although they didn’t go there together when it was all over they walked the mile back to Lily Green together, she lived in the hamlet of Lily Green, on the other side of Hawks Wood from the farm.
Even though it was a route she had taken a thousand times he wasn’t going to let her walk through the woods on her own after midnight so he offered to walk her home, which she accepted without question and that was because she planned to ambush him in the dark.
It happened when they were halfway through the wood when she pinned him against a tree and planted a kiss on him, a kiss which he reciprocated in spades.
A kiss which could easily have led to something else had he allowed his dick to do his thinking for him.
It was a long kiss, a hot kiss, a passionate kiss and overall a perfect kiss, a kiss against which every kiss that followed would be compared to.
“Ah the kiss” she said wistfully “That was some kiss”
“Yes it was” he agreed and then they both stood looking around, lost in remembrance of that night almost a decade before.
“We used to have a lot of fun in these woods when we were kids didn’t we” Mark said
“We did” she agreed and then they spent the next half an hour reminiscing.
“So why have you lured me into the woods?” he asked “Are you planning on flashing your drawers again?”
“Definitely not” she said and laughed
“But you don’t deny that I have been lured here?”
“I have perfectly innocent intentions” she said
“So what are they?”
“Trees” she replied
(Part 03)
Alison worked for the forestry and managed the local woodland but they didn’t have control of it all, there was still about 10 percent of the Pepperstock Woodlands in private ownership mainly on the southern fringes and Lily Green Farm had about 5 acres which had been badly neglected over the ten years of the farms decline.
The main concern being that there were a number of dead trees, one in particular was quite sizable and could, if it were to be allowed to fall unchecked, take a number of healthy trees with it.
Mark just stood back and admired Alison as she spoke with great knowledge and passion on the subject.
She was still as pretty as she always was, blue smiling eyes and soft brown hair dancing on her shoulders, he suspected that she would normally have it tied back when she was working, but she wanted to make an impression.
“We’ll I’m happy for you to do whatever you need to do” he said
“That’s good to know” Alison retorted and smiled
They saw quite a lot of each other over the next couple of days as Alison and her team tackled the dead trees and on Sunday he took her for lunch at the Downshire Arms in Highfinch.
It was a beautiful early summer’s day so they decided to walk the mile to the village, he met her on the edge of Hawks Wood and when she emerged wearing a floral summer dress she took his breath away.
They had settled into such an easy
They chatted companionably as they walked and it occurred to him that the near decade that had passed felt more like ten days such was the easy conviviality between them.
The two of them enjoyed a pleasant lunch and several drinks and they walked hand in hand on the way back.
As they neared Lily Green she suggested
“We can take a shortcut through the wood”
“Oh no, you just want to show me your knickers again” he remarked
“Honestly I have no intention of showing you my knickers” she promised and led him by the hand and after a few yards she ran off and shouted over her shoulder
“Because I’m not wearing any”
He stood smiling for a second and then ran after her and he found her sitting on the stump of the freshly felled dead tree.
And as he approached she slowly raised the hem of her floral dress until he could see her own unmanaged forest.
“We could do this back at the farm” he suggested
“No our first time has to be in the wood, in our wood” she replied
And so more than nine years after that first special kiss in Hawks Wood Alison got her man, the only man she had ever wanted and Mark made her scream to her beloved trees.
Mark Jordan was born and raised on Lily Green Farm which nestled on the lower slopes of the Pepperstock Hills in the lee of the village of Highfinch.
He was a tall lean man with a well-toned physique and a weathered complexion born out of a lifetime spent in the open air.
Mark had happy memories of the farm and the nearby hamlet but it became a cold and bitter place after his mother died so at the age of 19 he left the farm for University and never returned until his father died 9 years later.
He was always very close to his father but when Marks mother died he climbed inside a bottle and never came out, and the farm went to rack and ruin.
But despite their estrangement the farm was left to him, such as it was, so he gave up his job as a farm manager in Tipton and returned to Lily Green Farm to breathe new life into his old family home.
He had been back just over a month and had already employed a couple of labourers to do some general repairs about the place when he got an email from the local forestry authority in regard to Hawks Wood, which was situated on the Northeast corner of the farm, and could he meet one of their tree surgeon in the wood at 10 am the next morning, he hit reply and typed an affirmative response.
As with the rest of the farm the woodlands had suffered due to neglect at his father’s hand so it was hardly a surprise that the forestry people were concerned about Hawks Wood.
He walked up to the wood the next morning and when he got up there the happy memories of his childhood flooded back and he was lost in the thoughts of those happy days when he heard a voice behind him.
“Hello Mark”
He turned around and the voice belonged to an attractive looking woman, pretty face, blue eyes, soft shoulder length brown hair, 5t 5 or 6, early twenties, nice figure, wearing a Hi-Viz vest over a t-shirt, knee length shorts, work boots and carrying a hard hat, whom he vaguely recognized.
“I’m sorry, I know that I know that we’ve met but I can’t place you” he said
“Well that’s not very flattering” she said “Especially after I showed you my knickers in these very woods”
(Part 02)
“I’m sorry, I know that I know that we’ve met but I can’t place you” he said
“Well that’s not very flattering” she said “Especially after I showed you my knickers in these very woods”
“Alison Storey” he said
“Ah so you do remember me”
“How could I forget” Mark said “White with little pink flowers if I’m not mistaken”
“My God you do remember” she said and blushed
“As I said hard to forget, young girl, pink petals, all very Freudian”
“I think I preferred it when you didn’t remember me” she said and laughed
“In your defense you were only seven” he said
“I was older the last time we were in these woods though” Alison added
“There was no flashing involved on that occasion” he pointed out
“There would have been if I’d had my way” she said “But you rebuffed my advances”
“I know but you were only just 15 and I was 19”
“That didn’t bother me” Alison retorted
“It wouldn’t have been right” he said “no matter how much I might have wanted to”
“You wanted to?” she asked with surprise
“Of course”
“I didn’t think you did” she remarked “I thought you didn’t like me”
“Even after the kiss?” he said
Alison and Mark had been to the same house party in Highfinch, although they didn’t go there together when it was all over they walked the mile back to Lily Green together, she lived in the hamlet of Lily Green, on the other side of Hawks Wood from the farm.
Even though it was a route she had taken a thousand times he wasn’t going to let her walk through the woods on her own after midnight so he offered to walk her home, which she accepted without question and that was because she planned to ambush him in the dark.
It happened when they were halfway through the wood when she pinned him against a tree and planted a kiss on him, a kiss which he reciprocated in spades.
A kiss which could easily have led to something else had he allowed his dick to do his thinking for him.
It was a long kiss, a hot kiss, a passionate kiss and overall a perfect kiss, a kiss against which every kiss that followed would be compared to.
“Ah the kiss” she said wistfully “That was some kiss”
“Yes it was” he agreed and then they both stood looking around, lost in remembrance of that night almost a decade before.
“We used to have a lot of fun in these woods when we were kids didn’t we” Mark said
“We did” she agreed and then they spent the next half an hour reminiscing.
“So why have you lured me into the woods?” he asked “Are you planning on flashing your drawers again?”
“Definitely not” she said and laughed
“But you don’t deny that I have been lured here?”
“I have perfectly innocent intentions” she said
“So what are they?”
“Trees” she replied
(Part 03)
Alison worked for the forestry and managed the local woodland but they didn’t have control of it all, there was still about 10 percent of the Pepperstock Woodlands in private ownership mainly on the southern fringes and Lily Green Farm had about 5 acres which had been badly neglected over the ten years of the farms decline.
The main concern being that there were a number of dead trees, one in particular was quite sizable and could, if it were to be allowed to fall unchecked, take a number of healthy trees with it.
Mark just stood back and admired Alison as she spoke with great knowledge and passion on the subject.
She was still as pretty as she always was, blue smiling eyes and soft brown hair dancing on her shoulders, he suspected that she would normally have it tied back when she was working, but she wanted to make an impression.
“We’ll I’m happy for you to do whatever you need to do” he said
“That’s good to know” Alison retorted and smiled
They saw quite a lot of each other over the next couple of days as Alison and her team tackled the dead trees and on Sunday he took her for lunch at the Downshire Arms in Highfinch.
It was a beautiful early summer’s day so they decided to walk the mile to the village, he met her on the edge of Hawks Wood and when she emerged wearing a floral summer dress she took his breath away.
They had settled into such an easy
They chatted companionably as they walked and it occurred to him that the near decade that had passed felt more like ten days such was the easy conviviality between them.
The two of them enjoyed a pleasant lunch and several drinks and they walked hand in hand on the way back.
As they neared Lily Green she suggested
“We can take a shortcut through the wood”
“Oh no, you just want to show me your knickers again” he remarked
“Honestly I have no intention of showing you my knickers” she promised and led him by the hand and after a few yards she ran off and shouted over her shoulder
“Because I’m not wearing any”
He stood smiling for a second and then ran after her and he found her sitting on the stump of the freshly felled dead tree.
And as he approached she slowly raised the hem of her floral dress until he could see her own unmanaged forest.
“We could do this back at the farm” he suggested
“No our first time has to be in the wood, in our wood” she replied
And so more than nine years after that first special kiss in Hawks Wood Alison got her man, the only man she had ever wanted and Mark made her scream to her beloved trees.
Thursday, 22 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (206) The Great Bear and the Chalet Maid
(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
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
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