Freya St David, 14 – Goddess Of Compassion

 

Freya St David stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale and the afternoon sun shone on her strawberry blonde hair.

She was a district nurse, a very pretty district nurse and was very experienced and well respected.

Freya was twenty eight years old only a few days earlier but looked much younger and as a result she was much desired and she was a first class flirt.

She was a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she was expecting to marry was now history, she had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend and then out of the blue he confessed to her one night. 

From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.

 

On that fateful day she was on her way home at the end of her shift when just ahead of her a school girl was hit by a car, it wasn’t the drivers fault, the girl just stepped out, distracted by her mobile phone, and bang she was flying through the air.

Freya was two cars behind the one that hit her, a red Espace, and she immediately got out of her car and ran to assist, phoning for an ambulance as she did so.

When she reached the stricken girl it didn’t look good she was lying on her back with her head to one side.

One arm was under her back the other lay across her belly, and both legs were in very unnatural positions, clearly there were multiple fractures visible and an awful lot of blood.

She estimated she was 12 or 13 and the uniform was from a private boarding school for girls less than a mile away called Carrington Chase.   

Freya checked for a pulse and found it, it was weak but it was there.

The female driver of the Espace was distraught and the man from the BMW behind her was desperately trying to calm her down.

Freya picked up the girls phone and then while she was attending to her someone handed her a hand bag.

A young man said            

"Can I do anything?"

"Yes” she said "in the boot of the blue Clio you’ll find a car rug"

"Ok” he said and off he went.

She stayed with the girl and opened the handbag and looked for ID and found in the purse a travel card in the name of Pauline Yeo.

When the young man returned with the red plaid blanket Freya covered the poor girl’s broken body and continued to monitor her vital signs until the ambulance arrived.

"Hi Frey" Paramedic Sam Liburd said

"Hello Sam, her name is Pauline Yeo and it’s not looking good" 

She quickly did the hand over relaying the pertinent facts and then stood back and let Sam and his partner Andy Mason do their stuff before they loaded her into the ambulance.

 

Freya remained at the scene for about an hour after the ambulance left and gave a full statement to the police, she also sat with the distraught driver until her husband arrived and then she got in her car and got back on her way home.

It was when she had arrived at her house that she realised she still had the girls mobile phone.

“Shit” she said at the discovery

Freya was starving so she quickly made herself a sandwich before getting changed and getting back in the car.

She ate her sandwich as she drove to the Winston Churchill Hospital and parked in the staff car park.

 

In the Emergency Department she spoke to the Sister in charge who informed her that the girl had gone straight upstairs for emergency surgery but was now in the intensive care unit.

So Freya thanked her and went upstairs to the ICU.

“Hello sister” Freya said

“Yes” she replied suspiciously

“It’s Nurse St David” she said 

“I recognise the name but not the face” Sister Madden replied

“I was looking for a young girl” Freya elaborated to Sister Madden

“A school girl hit by a car”

“Oh yes” Sister said “Are you related?”

“No I witnessed it” she replied “and gave first aid until the ambulance arrived”

“I see, well it’s not good news I’m afraid” the sister said gravely

“Oh no” Freya said and sat down and after a moment or two remembered why she was there.

“I have her mobile phone, she was using it when she stepped into the road I thought I would give it to her family”

“There’s no one here” Said the Sister “her only family are in Hong Kong”

This news hit Freya like a slap in the face.

“Has no one come from the school?” she asked

“No” replied a Doctor

“But they’ve contacted the family” the Sister contributed

“Very big of them” the doctor responded

Freya saw by his name badge he was Peter Gossage

A relatively young man with the same colouring as herself.

“Then Pauline is dying then?” Freya said

“Yes” he replied “and it’s unlikely her parents will reach us before she does”

“Are the school aware of that fact?” she asked and the doctor nodded in response

“Well that just won’t do” Freya said with determination and stood up

“May I use the phone in your office doctor?”

“Who do you want to call?” he asked

“The headmistress” she replied “Do you have a number Sister?”

“Yes” she replied and handed her a scrap of paper “her name is Hardacre, and she’s really stuck up”

“You can use my office on one condition” the doctor said

“What’s that?” she replied expecting a proposition

“That I can listen in” he said

“Done” she said

 

They went into his office and she sat in the chair and putting the phone on speaker she dialled the number.

Meanwhile Dr Gossage closed the door and set his mobile phone on the desk.

“Carrington Chase!” a woman answered

“Mrs Hardacre please” Freya said

“I think you mean Ms Hardacre” she responded in monotone

“Yes” she replied

“And you are?”

“Nurse St David, Churchill Hospital”

The line went dead momentarily before another woman’s voice said

“Ms Hardacre speaking”

“I’m Nurse St David from the Churchill” Freya said

“Oh yes” she responded flatly

“You understand the seriousness of Pauline’s condition? And that it’s unlikely she will last the night, and certainly won’t live long enough for her parents to see her alive?” Freya asked at length

“Yes its very tragic” the headmistress replied

“We were wondering when the schools representative would be arriving to sit with her for her final hours” she said

“The school isn’t sending anyone” Ms Hardacre responded with surprise.

“Why not?” Freya responded

“It’s not our responsibility” Hardacre replied

“That’s a disgraceful attitude” Freya said angrily

“She is one of your charges, she is your responsibility, whatever happened to “in loco parentis””

“The girl was not on school property at the time of the accident”

The headmistress interrupted

“And she didn’t have permission to be outside”

“So she got what she deserved? Is that what you’re saying” Freya said red with rage

“Well it wouldn’t have happened would it?” Hardacre replied

“So you take their money and then wash your hands of them”

“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer” She said

“So I take it you won’t send anyone?” she asked

“That’s correct” the headmistress replied

“You’ll let her die alone?” Freya asked “What about pastoral care?”

“We don’t molly coddle at Carrington Chase” she answered   

“What faith is she?” Freya demanded

“What? I’ve no idea” she replied

“Then check your records and find out” Freya barked

“Who are you to give me orders” she said affrontedly

“Listen Ms Hardarse” Freya snapped deliberately mispronouncing her name “Pauline will be dead by morning and she should have the benefit of her faith at the time of her passing”

“Very well” she said and tutted

“A few moments later” she returned.

“Christian” she said flatly “Anglican”

“I would like to tell the parents when I see them, what a great support you have been” Freya said

“But I can’t because you’ve been no bloody help at all and I will be giving them a detailed account”

“How dare you threaten me, you jumped up little tart” She said angrily “this school has a lot of friends to deal with the likes of you”

And then Hardacre hung up.

“How rude” Freya said “I hadn’t finished with her by a long chalk”

“What a bitch” Dr Gossage added and picked up the phone he’d laid on the table.

“That was brilliant” he added and tapped a couple of keys and then the phone emitted the following

““Carrington Chase!” “Mrs Hardacre please” “I think you mean Ms Hardacre””

“You recorded it?” Freya said and Peter nodded

“I wish I’d thought of that” she said

“Not to worry” he said “give me your number and I’ll send you the file”

“Oh yes is that your normal ploy to get nurses phone numbers?” Freya said tongue in cheek

“No I’m serious, it might come in handy if the old cow sets her powerful friends on you” he said

 

Freya went to the hospital chapel to see the chaplain but she was told she was already performing the last rights on an elderly patient.

So she left a message for Reverend Val Hicks and then Freya decided she could not let Pauline end her life alone so she volunteered to sit at her bedside until the end.

So she sat and held the hand of the poor young girl who but for a moments loss of concentration would have had a life full of infinite possibilities.

At around 2.30am Reverend Valeria Hicks quietly entered the room.

She was a rather large unattractive woman in her forties, they briefly made eye contact and she smiled at Freya and revealed a missing tooth.

No words were exchanged, Rev Hicks just went straight into her well-practised ritual. 

It was less than an hour later when the candle light of a twelve year old girl was snuffed out and Mr and Mrs Yeo would have a child to mourn.

  

The door to the on call room opened and Freya quietly entered.

Peter Gossage was in the bed and thought he heard light footsteps on the floor but then there was silence so he dismissed it.

Freya slipped silently out of her clothes and then she was in bed and cuddled up behind him pressing her naked flesh against his.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” Peter asked

“Yes” she responded in a whisper

“Why?” he asked

“Because I want to feel alive” she replied and Freya kissed the back of his neck, her lips, soft like petals on his skin and his arousal began.

As she continued with her feather light kisses, her hand reached around his torso and very quickly gripped his swelling organ.

Freya tugged expertly on him as her mouth reached his ear and her tongue licked and darted.

Peter broke away from her embrace and turned around and pushed her over onto her back and took control.

And explored every inch of her tiny body, every curve, every nook and every cranny until she had reached the point when she could wait no more.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked

“Just make me feel alive Peter” she replied and pushed Peter onto his back and then scrambled aboard him.

Freya quickly impaled herself on him and rode him roughly as she took back control.

All he could do was admire her little tits skipping in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her pert buttocks.

Freya writhed and squirmed as she extracted every ounce of pleasure from him until she reached that ecstatic point, that hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm as she made a delicious utterance of intense satisfaction.

After about 5 minutes and without speaking Freya kissed him softly and got out of bed, she then redressed as silently as she had disrobed and left.

GIRLS WHO WEAR GLASSES

 

 

It’s said 'that men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses'
But what if the girl is wrapped within
Such soft velvet like skin
Or she is full of vitality and vigor
Or has an hourglass figure
With a pinched waist and curvaceous hips
Or moist pouting lips
Perhaps she has milky white thighs
Or maybe come to bed eyes
What if her blouse struggles to repress
Her large heaving chest?
Maybe she has a dazzling smile that wins
Or has long slender pins
Would men ask out girls who wore glasses
If they had really nice arses?

Choice Tales from the Vale – (020) In His Favourite Chair

Professor Robert Shadwell was a dry and crusty academic who was Professor of History at Abbottsford University.

He was in his fiftieth year and was considered by everyone who knew him to be as dull as ditch water and capable of talking about nothing but his subject, in detail and at length.

But no one was ever as they seemed and he was no exception.

He lived in the hamlet of Dulcet Meadow, in a 19^th Century Farmhouse which was his bolt hole, his escape from the academic world where he could enjoy his well-appointed library and his well upholstered housekeeper Mary Lucas.

He would spend four days a week in Abbottsford where he would spend the majority of his time in his rooms reading and looking forward to getting back to the arms of the voluptuous Mary.

She was ten years younger than her employer and had been his housekeeper for 10 years and his lover for 5.

It began on his 45^th birthday when he had too much wine and he kissed her, and she kissed him back.

Mary was a single parent; her daughter Joanna was now studying medicine in Edinburgh.

At first, they snatched moments here and there, when they found themselves alone, when Joanna was at school, at a friends or working, but in the two years since she went off to Edinburgh they had enjoyed each other whenever and wherever they wanted, and they really wanted to a lot.   

So, when all his lectures were cancelled for the day, he took the opportunity to get home to Dulcet Meadow and spend the day in the loving arms and ample bosom of his Mary.

But when he phoned her from the car, he found out she was in Northchapel visiting her sister who had broken her leg.

He found it hard to hide his disappointment and she promised not to be late back.

By the time he reached Dulcet Meadow it was early afternoon and the sun which had burnt off the early cloud had steadily grown in strength since.

He parked the car on the drive and was surprised to find a green Renault Clio already there, he knew it wasn’t Johanna’s, but he had no idea whose it was.

The other thing he notice was that the French doors were open to the Morning Room, so called as it was the room that got the morning sun, but he used it as his Study. 

He walked towards the open doors and as he was horny and frustrated, he was about to burst in and chastise whoever it was that had violated his inner sanctum.

But as he got closer, he noticed that although the doors were open the curtains were not and he could hear the intruder murmuring inside.

 

So instead of entering the Morning room from the garden he chose to peer through the gap between the curtains and he spied a scene which gave the Professor an instant hard on.
His housekeeper's daughter, Johanna, was sitting in his favourite leather chair.

He loved that chair with its faded and cracked Brown Leather, which was well stuffed and comfortable.

But at that moment he loved it even more as completely unaware of his presence behind the curtains, Johanna sat completely naked, her clothes discarded nearby on the floor and one leg draped over the arm of the chair as she happily pleasured herself.

Her eyes were closed and thinking she was quite alone she fingered herself without a care.
He was very aroused as she wriggled and writhed as she extracted moan after delicious moan from her endeavours as her fingers worked eagerly between her lips at her moist pink flesh.

The professor had discarded his trousers and boxers and had his cock in hand as he stepped silently into the room.
He began tugging on his engorged organ as he stood before her and then she opened her eyes and gasped in surprise.
But she had eyes only for the hand pulling on his rise and she matched the rhythm of her fingering to his masturbation until she motioned to him to come closer to her in the chair.
Still tugging on his organ he approached her and with her free hand she grabbed his erection and pulled it to her mouth.
With one hand he braced himself on the back of the chair while the other one caressed her brown hair.
Suddenly her thighs drew together as she came and as she squirmed in the chair and the moan died in her throat she continued to suck on him.

Johanna suddenly released his cock and jumped up and knelt in the chair and gripped the leather back and presented her moist minge to him.
He stood behind her and fondled her plump white buttocks kneading them like bread dough then he knelt down to lick her moist cunny
“I want you in me now” Johanna snapped
“Don't worry” he replied, “I just want a taste”
“Professor please” she begged so he stood up and put a hand on each cheek, caressing her gently before penetrating her.

Johanna released a fruity chuckle as he slid inside her and his hands played with her breasts as he thrust into her tight young pussy again and again.
He fondled and squeezed her little tits right up to the moment her fit taught young body gave a shudder as she came, and he followed.

He withdrew from her cunny and she collapsed into the chair and curled up in the corner panting and smiling.

He walked to the French doors and closed them in but when he turned around, she had grabbed up all her clothes and was looking coy and beguiling.

“You won’t be needing them” he said thinking that if she didn’t want to go again, he would at least have her mother.

“Unless you don’t want to do it again” He added as he opened the door into the hall.

Johanna had dumped her clothes and pushed past him and ran giggling up the stairs.

“They wouldn’t call me dull if they knew I’d been inside that” he said to himself, they would have been impressed enough to know he was shagging her mother, but bedding mother and daughter would have shown him in a very different light altogether and would have earned him celebrity status.

 

Freya St David, 13 – Goddess With The Strawberry Blonde Hair

Pretty nurse Freya St David looked in the mirror and a Goddess with strawberry blonde hair looked back at her.

She stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale.

Her skin was flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed and on this occasion she was.

Freya was twenty-eight years old to the very day but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.

For the first time in years, she was going out with her besties on her birthday.

The previous five years of birthdays had been spent with her ex-boyfriend.

But he was now history, and good riddance, she had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend then out of the blue he confessed to her one night. 

From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.

Suffice was to say that the friend who betrayed her would not be celebrating her birthday with her that year or any other.

But despite it being her birthday she wasn’t her normal sparky self that day.

The first thing that brought her down was that she still hadn’t heard word one from Captain Hardman.

She had even paid a visit to her old patient Sergeant Lewis’s flat on the fifteenth floor of Gladstone Court to glean some information but there was no one home.

And the bloody lift wasn’t working again.

And the second thing that brought her down was the lead story on the evening news that said six British soldiers had been killed in Afghanistan.

Nonetheless Freya forced herself to go out and with the aid of alcohol she forced herself to enjoy it as well and with every single man she met she flirted outrageously.

But she had resolved before she left home that she wouldn’t be doing anything that night other than flirting that was her intention at any rate.

So, for Freya’s twenty eighth birthday she was invited out with her best friends which started with a fabulous meal at a Lebanese Restaurant which had been named rather unimaginatively as Beirut.

None of them had eaten Lebanese before, so guided by the waiter they ordered the house special platter which consisted of a large range of meat, not at all unlike kebab meat but with much more sophisticated spicing.

They all enjoyed the meal very much and copious quantities of wine and after settling the bill they all headed to a club called the Pull Zone.

Freya decided she was going to put it to the test and see just how much of a “Pull Zone” it actually was and without the necessity of any prolonged exchanges of significant flirting she hooked Adrian.

Adrian wasn’t the best-looking man she flirted with or the best dressed and his dancing left a lot to be desired but what made him her first choice was that he was obedient.

Whatever she asked him to do he did it without question and as a result she didn’t buy a drink for the rest of the night.

Just on one o’clock though she was starting to flag and told everyone she was leaving, Adrian offered to walk her to the taxi rank, clearly hoping for a return on his not insignificant investment.

They were walking arm in arm down the high Street when Freya suddenly turned left without any warning.

“That’s the wrong way” Adrian said

“No it isn’t” she insisted

“It is” he said “the taxi rank is the other way”

“I need to spend a penny” she replied and walked across the church square until she got to some bushes.

“Wait there” she ordered

And Freya disappeared into the shrubbery where she squatted down pulled her knickers aside and relieved herself making a noise something akin to a racehorse pissing in a courtyard.

When she reappeared to where Adrian was standing, he said

“Wow”

“Were you watching?” Freya asked

“Yes” he admitted

“Really?” She asked

“Yes” he repeated

“Well, there’s hope for you yet Adrian” she said and dragged him into the bushes she had just come out of.

Freya backed up as far as she could, with her back flush to the church wall and kissed him, which he seemed to enjoy well enough, but much to her annoyance, he was a bit slow on the uptake and made no attempts to get to any of her interesting bits.

Eventually after a prolonged period of intense kissing she pulled her mouth away and said with some urgency

“Feel free to join in at any time you’re ready”

Adrian just looked at her blankly as he thought he was joining in.

“Don’t worry” she said and pushed him away to put some distance between them and first of all slipped her knickers off and then pulled her top up until it was under her chin and fully exposed her little titties.

“Have you ever heard of an “access all areas” passt?” she asked him.

Adrian nodded in the affirmative

“Well you have one sweetie” Freya said

After a moment Adrian’s blank expression lifted as it dawned on him that it was his birthday as well. 

“Ah” he exclaimed as the penny dropped.

After that there was no holding him and he undid his trousers and waddled towards her like a penguin and then resumed the kissing before he got both of his hands up her skirt and grasped a buttock firmly in each hand and lifted her off the floor.

In response Freya wrapped her skinny legs around him and in a gracefully fluid motion he was inside her and they grunted and groaned in the darkness with the cheeks of Freya arse slapping on the granite in accompaniment to his efforts until he banged her to a mutually satisfactory conclusion.

 

They stayed in their conjoined position panting hard in the darkness for about a minute until Freya said

“I think I need to pee again now, and no you can’t watch”

She replaced her underwear and generally adjusted her apparel and they walked back to the high street where she kissed him goodnight and headed back to the club

“I thought we were going home” he said

“No I’ve got my second wind now” she shouted “Bye”

Which in plain English meant he was dumped, he had served his purpose, she could easily find someone else to buy her drinks.

 

 

 

PICTURES OF LILY

 

 

Her hair was dirty blonde, shoulder length
Curly like loose ringlets cascading down
Her face was Mediterranean, dark, dusky
Eyes black as the night sky in winter, brows
Thick and dark, nose pert, mouth full and pouty
Her skin smooth as polished wood, her figure
Like a Rodin carving of perfection
Dress this in silk and lace, you have passion
Her soft breasts hidden within delicate lace
Hips, buttocks, femininity similarly
Her legs sheathed in stocking of black silk
Stiletto heels shaping them perfectly
A vision as this is not as it seems
It's the airbrushed woman of my dreams

Choice Tales from the Vale – (019) A Rosie Memory

 

Kevin Bush was a 16 year old callow youth born and raised in Lower Gracewood, a quiet and unexciting village near Finchbottom.

It was more than 20 years ago in the Vale and when he was still only 16 and he was invited to a house party at the home of the friend of a friend in Finchbottom.

He wasn’t going to go at first, house parties weren’t really his kind of thing, but he allowed himself to be persuaded and as it turned out he was glad that he had because that was when he first saw Rosie Byrne.

She was way out of his league of course he knew that right from the outset, Rosie was five years older than him for a start and drop dead gorgeous into the bargain, with jet black hair, stunning green eyes and great breasts, but he figured there was no harm in looking, so he did, at every opportunity.

Anyway after a couple of beers he got brave and started to flirt with her and he was really chuffed that she flirted back, though Kevin actually thought she was just being a really good sport.

They kept up the mutual flirtation for a while and then Rosie asked for a refill of her glass so Kevin reluctantly went off to the kitchen.

He thought it was probably just a ruse to get rid of him because she had tired of the converse but he didn’t mind, after all it had only been a bit of fun.

However much to his surprise and delight, not only had she not done a runner while he was in the kitchen but she was waiting for him in the hall and steered him expertly into the utility room and planted a hot wet kiss on his mouth.

After a few moments their mouths parted long enough for him to put the drinks down and get a short sentence out.

“I thought we were only flirting”

“You have a lot to learn about women” she said closing in on him again.
“Perhaps you could teach me then” he suggested
“Ok” she replied and leant her face towards him and gently touched her lips against his.

“A little more I think” he said
“You’d like me to teach you some more?” she asked smiling.
“Oh yes” He replied and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him then their lips met again and their mouths opened on contact and it then progressed with tongues flicking.

He had never had a French kiss before and he desperately hoped she wouldn’t notice.

She pulled herself away from his over enthusiastic efforts and looked into his eyes and smiled.
“You're not a bad kisser” she said kindly
“You're obviously a good teacher” he told her

“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said as she unzipped his fly and smiled lustily at him as she watched the pleasure on his face as her soft hand stroked and tugged on him.

Rosie stopped her ministrations suddenly and giggled before dropping to her knees where she wished she could see what expression of pleasure played on his face as her mouth eagerly enveloped him.

The experienced Rosie was expertly taking him to the very brink time and time again only to let his passion recede until on the last time she let him explode in her mouth and she greedily swallowed his seed.  

“Now that’s better than flirting isn’t it?” she said wiping her mouth

“Oh yes” he agreed

 

“Bye lover” Rosie said when they emerged from the cupboard and he watched her walk away as they went their separate ways and as the party was by then in full swing their paths didn’t cross again until after midnight when Kevin was leaving to catch the last train home.

As he walked towards the station Kevin was reliving his intimate encounter in the cupboard with Rosie, and he hadn’t walked more than one hundred yards along the road when a car pulled up to the curb in front of him.

“Hey lover” Rosie called as he passed alongside the car

“Do you want a lift?”

 

Being a teenager and his mind being full of every lurid detail of the earlier blowjob he was sporting a hard on even before he got in the car.

“Thanks” he said and Rosie drove away and turned left at the end of the road.

“The station is the other way” he pointed out

“We’re not going to the station” she replied

“Where are we going then?”

“Think of it as another cupboard” she replied lustily

“Oh”

The metaphorical cupboard turned out to be a picnic area in Gracewood where it was time for Rosie to be on the receiving end when Kevin lost his cherry in the back of her Ford Fiesta.

 

OH LOOK

 

Oh look

A glimpse of thigh

As her legs cross

Young girls

Hipster clad

Showing thongs

Fail to titillate

But the young woman

In the lemon dress

Illuminated in the sunlight’s shaft

Excites the senses

A well-endowed Philly

On an adjacent table

Leans forward suddenly

And her breasts

Rearrange themselves

Delightfully

I feel no shame

As I view

A curvaceous beauty

A shapely leg

Or well-sculptured ankle

Pert well formed buttocks

Plump or perky breasts

But nothing tarty or vampish

No bare midriffs

Or obscenely short skirts

Less is more

I feel no shame

For letching

Where’s the sin

In looking

They are god’s creation

Well packaged

Why would he

Give us such delicacies

If he intended us not to look

So where’s the sin

Even if I am the vicar