Freya St David, 17 – Goddess Of Beauty

 

“Oh Jon, I love you” Freya said in the seconds following her orgasm.

And in response he kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.

“I love you too”

That was an entirely unexpected outcome for Freya, the thought that she loved him had never even crossed her mind.

She knew that she liked him from the first moment she met him but was that love? 

To her great relief Jon said that he loved her too, but did he?

In the post coital hours they discussed at length the implications of their declarations and the basis on which they made them.

The outcome of their deliberations was that they were indeed in love and were victims of love at first sight.

This was something they had both heard of but didn’t actually believe was possible in reality.

They thought it was just the stuff of Romantic comedies.

However the implications of their joint declarations were self-evident and before they made love for a second time Jon made and Freya accepted his proposal of marriage.

Jon had never felt so proud and Freya had never known such happiness.

 

The wedding date was set for May and would take place in St Hilda’s church in Tipton, the village of her birth.

Her parents were ecstatic when Freya broke the news to them and when she introduced Jon to them they fell in love with him as well.

   

Freya St David, slender and pale skinned with strawberry blonde hair stood five foot nothing tall and was whippet thin and her mother was just an older version of her daughter.

Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and her mum was beginning to think the day would never come when she could hand down to her daughter her own wedding dress.

 

Freya had been a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she fully expected to marry, was now history.

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.

That was until the day when she was on her district nurse rounds and she met Captain Jon Hardman.

 

When her mum handed Freya the dress box she said

“You are the spit of me when I got married, I’d love you to wear this”

“What is it?” Freya asked

“Open it and see” she replied

Freya opened the box and her eyes widened as she unfolded it

“It’s beautiful” she said with tears welling up in her eyes

“Absolutely beautiful”

When she put it on it was a perfect fit and it was her mums turn to cry as her beautiful daughter wore her mother’s beautiful dress.

 

Freya stayed at her parents’ house on the night before the wedding and Jon stayed at a nearby Hotel.

But at about 9 o’clock she put on her raincoat and said to her parents

“I’m just going out for a bit”

“Is everything ok love?” her dad asked

“Yes dad” she replied “I just need some air”

“Don’t be late back” her mum said “big day tomorrow”

“Don’t worry I won’t be late to bed” she replied and closed the door.

She drove the three miles to the Black Hog Hotel and went upstairs to room twelve and knocked on the door.

“Come in” he called and she opened the door.

Jon was lying on the bed in his dressing gown watching TV.

“Hello soldier boy” Freya said in her best London street walker voice.

“Hello darling” he said as she walked over to his side of the bed and kissed him.

“What are doing here?” he asked

Freya stood up and stood in front of the window and drew the curtains.

“I’ve come to show you what I’ll be wearing tomorrow” she said as she undid the belt on her raincoat

“I thought it was bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding day”

“Well traditionally yes” she said “but this is for the groom’s eyes only”

And Freya let the coat fall to the floor.

Jon gasped as he looked at her standing with her back to him wearing white stockings, suspenders and a silk teddy.  

“Do you think it will be bad luck to see me like this?” she asked coyly as she turned around to face him.

“Oh no not at all” he said

“Tonight it’s your good luck” she said and straddled him

His hands immediately found their way to her stocking tops and his fingers caressed the naked white flesh of her thighs.

“Am I going to get lucky tonight?” she asked and undid the belt on his dressing gown and pulled the two half open like the covers of a great tome.

“Oh yes I am” she said answering her own question after she had exposed his erection then she slipped the straps of her teddy off her shoulders and exposed her tiny breasts

“You’re a very naughty girl” Jon said and began to undo the poppers on the crotch of her teddy, one by one until there was no restriction of access.

Jon slid his hands under the teddy and sought out her plump little cheeks.

Freya leant forward and kissed him

“Just help yourself soldier boy” she said in the tarts voice

“I think I will” he replied and as he fondled her cheeks he kissed her breasts and took her little rosebud nipples between his lips.

Freya meanwhile was stroking his shaft and when he took a firmer hold of her buttocks and pulled her towards him she took that as a sign.

So with a look of intense concentration on her face Freya climbed aboard her husband to be.

This was not a tender loving union this was barely controlled lust he was firmly gripping her hips as she rode him like a jockey riding a galloping horse down the home straight.

All he could do was hold on and stare and her jiggling tits as she galloped on.

Then their eyes met and they both smiled as the strawberry haired Philly took them both across the finish line.

“Can we do it like that again tomorrow night?” he said

“Tomorrow night you can have me in the dress” Freya replied

 

Afterwards he completely undressed her and then he made love to her like he did the first time when they declared their love for each other.

LE BICYCLETTE DE BELSIZE

 

As I drive home from work, with the evening
sun still beating down hot on the windscreen, I
come to an abhorrent obstruction in the
road, a cyclist the worst site to any driver with
somewhere to go and a finite time
to get there. I was driving down a very
narrow lane following a cyclist that I
knew I couldn't pass when I noticed the cyclist
for the first time, her brown hair dancing across
her shoulders contrasting starkly with the white of
the cotton blouse which tapered down to her
narrow waist before disappearing into
the waist band of her gray checked skirt.
I pondered briefly on the name of the pattern
was it “Hounds tooth, Prince of Wales, then the cloth
stretched tight against her cheeks as she was stood
up in the saddle as we climbed the hill, her long
tanned legs powering her on and her
buttocks reshaped themselves again
and again, I could only imagine what
was happening in front of her out of my
view, then the material was tight against her
curves once more as her bottom perched
back on the saddle and every bump in the road
brought a new quiver to her plaid clad cheeks
and a delicious new tingling to my loins
then all at once the lane ended and she was gone
down a path went the girl and the bike she sat upon

MELISA WITH THE GAPING BLOUSE

 

Melisa with the gaping blouse
With fabric formed tight
Around her unfettered breasts
Her aroused nipples
Standing proud
Like sentinels
She walked slowly toward me
Breasts bouncing
Sensuously with every step
Rising and falling
Attracting every eye

 

Melisa with the gaping blouse
Was closer to me now
The crisp white cotton
Of her blouse disappeared
Into the waistband of her skirt
A tight grey skirt
As she walked closer
I could hear the rustle of her clothes
Her blouse
Her skirt
Her stockings
I hoped they were stockings

 

Melisa with the gaping blouse
Flicked her eyes
In my direction
Holding my gaze
For only a moment
In a knowing glance
As good as a promise
Then walked past me
I turned to see her
Walking slowly away
Her stilettos clicking
Her hips swinging
To and fro
And her Buttocks
Forming and reforming
With every step

 

Melisa with the gaping blouse
Beat out a sexual rhythm
A sensual rhythm
A primeval rhythm
Making my pulse race
And my loins ache
And I followed her
Matching her rhythm
My temples throbbed
As blood rushed elsewhere
In a perfect rhythm
Engorging me
As she reached her door
She turned to me smiling
And proffered her hand
Gratefully I took it
Then she led me to paradise

Choice Tales from the Vale – (024) Are You Wearing Stockings?

 

 

Carl Rogers was in Beiderbecke’s, a seedy Jazz Club in an equally seedy corner of Finchbottom.

It was just approaching 11 pm when he arrived and he already had several drinks under his belt and he had just ordered another drink at the bar when he spied her in the gloom, their eyes met across the room and he knew he wanted her.

Sarah Ellis had seen him come in and instantly liked what she saw and she had waited to catch his eye and when she did Sarah knew he was hooked.

“Are you wearing stockings?” he asked himself as she got up and walked towards him.

Sarah had to weave in between tables and as she moved slalom like, the answer changed almost with every step from no to yes and back again, and when she shuffled sideways through a narrow gap he thought her buttocks might show but her hips would only say “guess”.

Stockings or not, Carl liked what he saw as she got closer, it was lust at first sight, they didn’t speak as she took hold of his hand and led him from the club and out into the night.

Together they painted the town red and after a wild night of carousel Sarah suggested they go back to her apartment, ostensibly to quell her burning arousal, but it was a mutual wanting.
A primeval burning passion which was ignited the moment they laid eyes on one another.
A need for intimate physicality, a time to enjoy each sensation.

“Are you wearing stockings?” he asked himself again as he contemplated the sexy woman in front of him.

He held his breath as he unzipped her dress and it dropped to the floor and then he was rewarded with the sight he had hoped for.

There was a moment’s hesitation as they stood face to face in the semi darkness of her apartment and then primitive and animal they touched in coarse embrace.

Carl fingered her through the silk of her pants until she moaned into his mouth and then Sarah sighed in anticipation as he pulled her wet pants down her long stocking clad thighs and purred as his hand returned to her moist lips and he probed her creamy-ness, rhythmically stroking her until he brought her to the abyss.

He pushed her onto the sofa and knelt before her as she bit her lip as she waited for his next move and then his mouth set off on a quest to kiss his way slowly along her leg up to her stocking top, to softness of her inner thigh, and then sort out her dewy prize and tasted her tangy musk.

Carl consumed her until she shuddered and let out a stifled shout then
Sarah sat up and quickly unzipped him, quickly and roughly tugged him out as she kissed him with urgency and she could taste herself on his lips and tongue, and she stopped kissing him, licked her lips and smiled.

Sarah pushed him back on the floor and she fell on him and her mouth was all about him and as she sucked on his shaft he was transported as she sucked him to the point of ecstasy.

He was beginning to lose control and thought to himself
“Will she drink her fill of me? Will she wear my pearl necklace? Or will her loin’s envelope me?”

The answer to his question quickly came as she climbed on board him and rode him like a dervish and extracted every drop from him until he could give no more, and then they lay entwined on the floor of her apartment enjoying the afterglow with their passions well spent.

Freya St David, 16 – Goddess Of Love

As she waited outside the restaurant Freya was doubly pleased.

The Sunday News had published the story about Carrington Chase School, and it had snowballed day by day.

The school had haemorrhaged pupils since the story broke with an almost perpetual stream of angry parents picking up their charges.

The headmistress Ms Hardacre had been sacked by the school governors, but the papers wouldn’t let go and fresh revelations about her surfaced in each subsequent addition.

Freya felt no pity for her though, justice had been served.

The main reason for her happiness however was that she was meeting Captain Hardman again.

 

It was a strange feeling for Freya, she actually had butterflies in her tummy.

She had never had that happen before even when she was a schoolgirl.

Freya was well and truly smitten.

She wondered if the effect of not hearing from him for so long had intensified her feelings.

After all she had only met him twice, once briefly at the home of one of her patients and a second time at the Summer Ball.

But whatever the reason for it he had filled her thoughts every day since the Ball.

His regiment, the Downshire Light Infantry, had left Afghanistan after a particularly bloody tour which cost them, 11 dead and 8 wounded.

They had a brief period of R&R in Germany before returning to the UK and this period prompted a flurry of emails between the two of them and they had begun the process of getting to know each other.

It was a kind of Q & A back and forth so they could slowly build up a picture of each other.

Freya didn’t want to lie but she couldn’t tell the entire truth of course.

After all her behaviour during her latter teenage years and even more so since she split with her last boyfriend was morally reprehensible.

“Bloody nice though” she said to herself

Jon told her that the thought of seeing her again had kept him going at his lowest moments.

She was not some little princess or in any way an innocent, which may not have fitted with the girl he stood on the pedestal.

She had already decided that she would curb her appetites and give, whatever feelings, or the glimmer of feelings, she had for Jonathon Hardman every possible chance to mature.

She had decided that she wouldn’t lie but she would perhaps reinvent herself.

 

Jon, despite being a soldier was not as worldly wise when it came to women and he had a much less colourful sex life.

In fact he hadn’t been entirely truthful with her in that regard either, in fact he had rather exaggerated the number of his lovers.

He knew she was a nurse and didn’t expect Freya to be unblemished and wasn’t blind to the fact that she would have seen the ugly side of life and would not be an innocent. 

 

Because Freya was nervous about seeing him again, she was early, about half an hour early, which under the circumstances was a mistake because it gave her too much time to think.

She wanted it to be so perfect and all she could think of was all the things that might go wrong.

 

The last time he had seen her was at the annual Summer Ball at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel.   

When Freya was wearing a knee length emerald, green dress that hugged her figure beautifully and her shoulder length Strawberry blonde hair danced around the nape of her neck.

And that was the image that was burned into his brain unfortunately she wouldn’t be wearing that outfit.

And that was his biggest fear, that he wouldn’t be able to recognise her.

He knew Freya was a small girl, no more than five feet tall, slim, small bust, but with a lovely shape and stunning legs.

But would he recognize her out of context.

However, when Jon walked into the plaza there she was, Freya St David the pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, standing barely five feet tall, slender pale and every bit as beautiful as he remembered.

When, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him, and her skin instantly flushed pink and she looked like she had been freshly scrubbed.

She daren’t turn around to watch him approach so she took a deep breath and resolutely looked in the opposite direction.

“Hello Freya” Jon said

“Oh hi” she said acting surprised

 

Any fears or apprehensions they may have had at the beginning had long since disappeared by the end of evening.

Freya thought he was even more handsome than she remembered, and she really liked him, really liked him.

And she believed that by the way he was looking at her he really liked her too.

But when they got to Freya’s house much to her disappointment, he just kissed her check and thanked her for a lovely evening and left her standing there, horny.

But as she lay beneath her clean duvet satisfying herself in the darkness it was Jon she was thinking of.

 

Further dates followed and they always went the same way they would have an immensely enjoyable evening ending with a kiss on the doorstep of Freya’s house and her doing herself in the darkness.

 

She knew that he fancied her as much as she did him, so she didn’t understand why he hadn’t slept with her yet.

Admittedly the quality and quantity of kissing had increased exponentially with each successive date.

But if she couldn’t get him into her house, she had no chance of getting him into her bed.

Now a woman of Freya’s undoubted skills with men could easily jump his bones if she chose.

But she wanted him to seduce her, she wanted to be wooed and courted but most of all she wanted him.

Freya wanted their first time to be perfect, she just didn’t know how long she could wait for perfection to put in an appearance.

So, she had to seduce him in such a way that he would think he was seducing her.

And she went about this by inviting Jon to her house for supper for their next date.

 

After inviting Jon around for supper Freya was faced with two problems.

The first one was that if she was to succeed in her goal then subtlety would be the order of the day which was not a quality she possessed in any significant amount.

While the second was something rather more fundamental she couldn’t really cook in fact she couldn’t cook at all.

However, the second problem was easily solved in the end.

One of the regulars on her rounds was a great cook and when she asked her for advice on what to serve, she volunteered to cook it for her and then she would just need to warm it through on the night and her daughter even made the deserts.

Freya’s one and only contribution was to make the prawn cocktail starters and of course her other contribution was to look gorgeous and eminently beddable.

So came the night and Freya looked stunning and wearing a simple little black dress and quite frankly as edible as any other offering on the menu.

 

The meal was a great success and was consumed heartily along with a quantity of wine.

They ended up on the sofa and Freya was burning with desire, Jon meanwhile was trying to summon up the courage to kiss her and was looking anxious.

Freya just wanted to jump him right there on the sofa.

And she was just deciding that perfection wasn’t all it was cracked up to be when he leant over and kissed her.

 

The kissing on the sofa had progressed very satisfactorily and she was getting increasingly hot, and increasingly impatient.

Their lips parted and Jon looked deeply into her eyes and said

“I want you”

“Thank you, God,” Freya said in her head, but out loud she said

“I want you too”

And would have been happy to do him right where he sat and no one was more surprised than Freya when she said 

“Let me go up first and get ready”

She didn’t have a clue where it had come from but judging by the look on his face it seemed to have been well received by Jon.

Freya smiled and kissed him gently on the lips and added

“Give me five minutes”

She got up from the sofa and went upstairs slowly and controlled, but inside her head she was singing and dancing and the moment she got into her bedroom she stripped naked in thirty second’s flat.

 

The door closed behind him after he entered Freya’s room and he saw she was lying in bed with only her head and shoulders visible and was wearing as far as he could tell absolutely nothing.

What he couldn’t see beneath the duvet was that her fingers were preparing the ground for him as she watched him undress.   

When he got down to his pants, he turned his back to her and quickly slipped into bed.

This act of shyness endeared him to her even more and she rolled over to greet him.

“It was the thought of this moment that kept me going in Afghanistan” He said

“Really?” she replied “I hope you’re not disappointed”

“So far so good” he said and cuddled up closer to her.

“Well hon I’ve been waiting for this moment too” Freya said

And in response he kissed her lips softly and when she responded the kiss grew in intensity as their tongues entwined and the pent up want and need was released as their hands explored and caressed each other’s bodies beneath the duvet.

 

Freya had turned onto her side as he got into bed and had cuddled up to face Jon but while they were kissing, he rolled her gently onto her back.

Freya would normally have taken control at that point and already have been aboard him but for their first time she relinquished control and emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval as his fingers probed her.

He kissed her small breasts and sucked her needle hard nipples and Freya was biting her lip.

Her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his rhythmic fingering.

His mouth left her breasts and he kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths once more he prepared to mount her.

In wanton eagerness she spread her legs wide and he positioned his self between her thighs, then he stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as he slowly slid into her.

Freya sucked in air through her teeth at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and moaned coarsely.

It was a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual than she had ever experienced before, and Freya began to writhe beneath him as her body received him over and over and she became increasingly vociferous in response.

And Jon was not silent in his appreciation of her.

Freya squirmed beneath him as she reached that sweet moment of ecstasy until a deliciously sweet utterance as she climaxed and said breathlessly

“Oh Jon, I love you”

And in response he kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.

“I love you too”

KISSING COUSINS

It was on a family holiday in Spain
When I was seventeen and my cousin was fifteen
Karen had followed me around with puppy dog eyes
For as long as I could remember
But had suddenly become aware of her sexuality
And Karen flirted with me outrageously
From the moment we set off for the airport
But I wasn't really interested
I already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two
So I tried my best to ignore her
But that was easier said than done
When she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini
And she was extremely fit and flaunted it
So I weakened after all I was only seventeen
I took my chance one afternoon
When our parents had gone off on a visit somewhere
A vineyard or monastery or shrine somewhere
I made an excuse and stayed at the apartment
I knew Karen was up for it when she did the same
Once the parents were well on their way
I walked into her bedroom wearing only a towel
She was stood with her back to me
And was wearing only black satin underwear
Matching pants and camisole
I knew she had borrowed them
Because I caught a glimpse of her mum in them
The day we arrived at the resort
I walked up behind her and dropped my towel
Wrapped my arm around her
Her arms aliped over mine and she leant back into me
And hugged me back my loins responded immediately
And my erection was quickly digging into her back
I inclined my head and kissed her
She responded and our tongues explored each others mouths
Squeezing each other tightly
Then I released my grip on her
Resting my hands lightly on her waist
As I moved slowly onto my knees
She visibly trembled as my fingerers found her panties
And I hooked them inside the waistband
I pulled her satin knickers over her slim hips
They slipped with ease against her silky skin
And over her tight young cheeks
Then they tumbled quickly to her ankles
I kissed the small of her back
My lips brushing the downy hairs
And then I fondled her perfect round cheeks
I moved my hands up onto her hips as I stood
Then they moved across her soft flat belly
And upwards beneath her camisole
And cupped her firm little breasts
Teasing her nipples to erection
I kissed the nape of her neck, still caressing her breasts
Then I whispered in her ear
And she pulled her camisole off over her head
Naked and blushing she turned to look at me
And I kissed her mouth eagerly
Then I pushed her gently forward
So she would kneel on the bed
Then my hands moved back to her hips
As I bent her over at the waist
She was like putty to me totally compliant
I could have done anything I wanted, which I was about to do
I teased at her wet lips with my erection
Before thrusting into her
She gasped first in pain as I broke her hymen
Then again in pleasure as I thrust again more deeply
Her body ebbed and flowed with my rhythm
Until she came one, twice, three times
When I had finished I bent down and kissed the small of her back
Then picked up her panties and wiped myself with them
And discarded them on the bed next to her sweating body
And then I walked away whistling

Choice Tales from the Vale – (023) After the Funeral

 

It was a glorious day in the Finchbottom Vale, though the occasion at the Childean Memorial Hall was a gloomy one, and Vincent Ellington was a thirty something accountant and longstanding family friend of the grieving widow.     

And it was when he was comforting the widow that he got really turned on, but he was unable to give her the benefit of it due to the fact that she was the grieving widow and the wife of his deceased best friend.

So he went in search of another potential recipient which was when he spotted Lisa’s cousin Claire Wiles.

He had noticed her the first time just after the funeral standing on the remembrance lawn and as soon as he looked at her dressed from head to toe in black it gave him the horn afresh, mainly because he instantly pictured her wearing only stockings and high heels.
He chose his moment very carefully to ensure he got her alone where he offered his condolences and good wishes.
Vincent ensured her glass remained full which meant the conversation quickly led to flirting until they eventually exchanged kisses, hot and passionate.

Claire lived in Shallowfield and as she was unable to drive Vincent offered to drive her home with his erection threatening to burst from his trousers.

Once at Claire’s they kissed again and very soon he removed her from her smart black suit, and peeled her layer by layer like a piece of ripe fruit until she was naked but for stockings and suspender belt.
Vince laid her down and fondled her breasts and teased her nipples until they stood proud and swollen before kissing her from mouth to stocking top.
But below her belly he paused to stop and gently kissed her pale pink haven, silkily soft to touch and freshly shaven and she opened up like a flower before him and he eagerly tasted her sweet nectar.
He explored amidst the petals and then worked at her more and more rhythmically until she moaned in climax.

Claire was ready then for him to pierce her flesh with his throbbing organ which he employed to their great mutual consummation.
They rested panting in the darkness until Claire got her second wind and to her mind she had an expectation of further pleasures and her eager mouth was so well employed rendering oral pleasure to him until he was ready for her to take him and ride him to near exhaustion.

Finally she let him sleep but as soon as the first light of dawn burst through the curtains when he woke to find her mouth about his horn.

The sex with Claire was really nice and she was a great in bed and he did revisit her bed several times over the coming months but his sights were still firmly set on Lisa Lands hot bereaved body.