SUBLIME MOMENT

 

Living sculpture

Entwined in embrace

Sublime ecstasy

Etched within each face

Choice Tales from the Vale – (054) Appetite’s

 

Derrick Budd and Sarah Helms had to spend the night at the Clayton Manor Hotel after being caught in a snow storm and had a bonus night of unbridled passion.

Which is not uncommon for couples or married people, however Derek and Sarah were not a couple, though they were married just not to each other.

In fact until the previous evening they hadn’t even met.

They both spent the day attending a health and safety seminar and both independently decided to take advantage of their expense accounts and dine at the Hotel and then when it came time to leave they found the weather had closed in. 

So they both booked a room and spend the rest of the evening in the bar which was when they met and ended up using just one room and stayed for two nights.

 

By Sunday morning the thaw had set in which meant they would be leaving after breakfast.

Derek was up early and showered first leaving Sarah sleeping and reflected, as he showered, on the delightful events of the night before and was thinking about how he would like to go and wake Sarah up with the erection he was sporting.

He thought how he could gently fuck her awake and when she was wide awake and feeling the benefit of his early riser he would fuck her to a conclusion as a lusty appetizer before breakfast.

So he got out of the shower and hastily dried himself and was just about to open the bathroom door and put his plan into action when the door burst open and Sarah rushed in

“Morning” she said and kissed him

“Hi Babe” he replied and she bustled him out of the door and closed it.

Derek heard the toilet seat go down with a bang and then the sharp release of some early morning wind.

So he shuffled away disappointed at not being able to put his plan into action, as the sound of a peeing horse came through the door and broke the silence which did nothing to diminish the size of his hard on.

He dried his long lean body off and with the towel wrapped around his waist he sat on the bed with his cock uncomfortably bulging from his lap.

His discomfort had abated slightly and the mound diminished somewhat as he waited for the object of his lust to emerge clean and fresh from the bathroom.

 

When Sarah finally appeared pink and pristine from the bathroom wrapped in towels she said

“Are you not getting dressed?”

“In a minute, I’m just watching the news” he lied as his eyes surveyed her every curve beneath her toweling sarong.

 

Her firm round breasts hung invitingly as she stooped over her bag and fished out a pink bra and matching knickers and Derek’s bulge returned with a vengeance.

He walked up behind her and as she stood up she gasped and leant back in his arms, her short blonde hair, still wet against his skin

“You made me jump” she gasped

“I thought you might want some help” he lied

“Help with what?” she asked suspiciously

“To get you dry of course” Derek said innocently

“You don’t want to get me dry” she retorted

“You just want to get me wetter”

“You are such a cynic,” he said as he massaged her breasts through the damn towel.

“I know it’s a character flaw” she said as he teased her nipples until they protruded like pencil rubbers through the damp toweling,

Sarah breathed sharply in and out through her nose as he un-tucked the sarong and it fell open to expose her plump beauties with their darkly aroused nipples standing pink and proud.

He kissed her neck as he took her beautiful globes in his hands and squeezed them like ripe fruits and she murmured in response to his touch.

Still caressing her breasts he turned her towards the bed and she eagerly crawled onto it on all fours, the towel draped loosely over her flanks like a horse blanket over a skittish filly.

So he pulled it quickly off her like a magician doing the table cloth trick exposing her round pink buttocks and her bejeweled pink labia.

He knelt on the floor behind her and could see between her thighs as she fondled her great globes hanging from her and beyond her groping hands her face was buried in the duvet.

Derek then returned his attention to her moist lips, opening her with his thumbs to reveal their succulence before imbibing her juice.

Sarah’s hands had abandoned her breasts and grabbed handfuls of duvet in their stead as he flicked his tongue along her petals and she bit down on the bed cover as he enjoyed her freshly laundered flesh.

But he was aching for her, so he quickly joined her on the bed and grasping her robust hips and crossed the threshold towards ecstasy.

 

They collapsed breathless on the bed and just lay there, spent and panting.

“Can I have breakfast now?” Sarah panted

“You have a one track mind” he replied and then he suddenly realized the time so they had to jump in the shower together to wash away their lust so they could make breakfast in time.

They made it by the skin of their teeth to satisfy a different kind of appetite.

THE GAME OF LUST

 

Tongue and fingers

Toy with your treasures

Erotic playthings

Enhance our pleasures

A base carnal urge

That primitive must

Satisfies desire

Of our guiltless lust

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (053) Long Tall Sally

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.

 

But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants that he considered fair game.

There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as they all came with a bed.

One such easy target was a regular visitor call Anna Fulbrook who was a 30 something entrepreneur with pots of money.

The staff called her Long Tall Sally, because she was a tall woman, six foot one, stick thin, with little or no visible bust line, and she had no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a boy, especially with her short brown hair and huge feet.

She looked younger than she was by about five years and she had a pretty face, which was even prettier when she smiled which she always did when Gary was around.

She had been a regular for several years but since his arrival at the helm her regular visits had doubled after she first got to know him properly.

It happened after a business meeting in her suite, she always took one of the Palace suites which had in addition to the normal facilities in a hotel room and sitting room and an office come meeting room which enabled her to hold business meetings in her suite.

 

Gary Playford happened to be on the same floor as Anna Fulbrook’s suite, patrolling his domain, although his assistant manager Blaire preferred to call it prowling for victims, when the meeting broke up and it was quite obvious that all had not gone well.

Three red faced men emerged muttering and a fourth came out and kicked a fire bucket.

He was not enamoured with their behaviour but he was more concerned with what may have happened on the other side of the door to Anna Fulbrook.

He knocked on the door and was releived to hear Anna say

“Come in”

He opened the door and found Long Tall Sally sitting on the desk.

“Is everything ok” he asked

“Yes” she replied “it’s the same old story I’m afraid, they still think it’s a man’s world, and they don’t like it when the little woman tells them that it’s not”

“Little woman?” he asked and they both laughed

“Ok I admit that’s a bad turn of phrase” Anna said still laughing

“The truth is that half of the men I have to deal with think I’m a brainless bimbo and the other half think I’m a lesbian” 

Gary nodded as he digested her words and then Anna suddenly became concerned that he might actually think that she was a lesbian and so she kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back until he fell back in a chair and she invaded his mouth with her tongue.

“I’m not a lesbian” she said between kisses

“I guess not” he replied and she stuck her tongue back in his mouth.

This was not how he envisaged things going and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted it to proceed at that moment but the kiss was good.

“She’s not your type” a voice said in his head “Who are you trying to kid, she’s got a pulse hasn’t she?” he answered.

Anna climbed onto his lap and she had him trapped, so he did the noble thing and resisted no more and decided to adopt a more hands on approach and got one hand on what transpired to be a braless breast and the other on her surprisingly tender bum.

On its way to her fleshy cheek it surveyed the landscape and found the dress she was wearing was seamless.

As his other hand toyed with her seriously aroused nipple he thought even a skinny Minnie like Anna couldn’t pull that kind of garment on over her head, so he was at a loss as to how he would get into it.

And then as if he had conveyed his concern telepathically she sat bolt upright on his lap and reached down to the hem and unzipped about 12” of it along the side seem giving the appearance of a slit and exposed her long thigh.

As she resumed her previous position he thought he was sure that the zip would go a lot high that that so once they had settled back down to the comfortable kissing they had been indulging in before, his hand left her nipple and travelled down to her knee, which if he was not mistaken trembled slightly beneath his touch.

 

Gary slid his palm from her knee up the long limb with the softness of her 200 denier tights covering the firm thigh exposed by the open zip along its full length to the top of her leg and he found the zip moved so he pushed it upwards higher and higher and higher until it came to a stop just below her armpit.

He could see a shard of pink flesh stretching from the waist band of her tights up to her ribcage.

Gary prided himself in doing his partner full justice and he would normally do things by the numbers, teasing and toying their treasures bringing them slowly to the boil before delivering the coup-de-grâce.

But Anna, ever in control, took control and she jumped up from his lap and deftly discarded the remnants of her dress.  

and she briefly stood in front of him wearing expensive 200 denier black tights over what he presumed were expensive knickers and then his eyes were drawn to her soft little tits surmounted by needle sharp nipples, which did their tiny dance as she slipped out of her tights and knickers and he was looking at the hairiest beaver he had ever seen, and it formed a huge triangle occupying the whole of her pelvic region, it was magnificent, so thick and curly that it momentarily distracted him.

“Come on Gary your turn” she said and pull him upright from the chair and proceeded to undress him and when she had stripped him down to his socks she pushed him back in to the chair.

“Very nice” she said and climbed aboard and sliding herself down his shaft.

Once he was plugged into her the tigress of the board room was purring like a pussycat as she rose and fell on him.

Her long legs were wrapped around the chair with her big flipper feet hooked behind the legs and she was gripping the chair behind his head and banging down on him like a jack hammer and all he could do was hang on to her little boyish arse and add to the animalistic cacophony with his own moaning until that perfect moment when she came noisily and milked every drop from him.

 

As he sat in the chair beneath her he thought he would definitely like to reprise that performance.

“Now you know I’m not a lesbian” she said panting hard and kissed him before sliding herself off his wilting manhood.

And as she stood in front of him he couldn’t take his eyes off her glorious beaver. 

“You’re bush is magnificent” he said awestruck

She looked down at the hairy beast and said

“Yes” she agreed “I have to maintain a hairy one otherwise you wouldn’t know which way I was facing” and then she laughed so hard her tiny little tits jiggled and he joined in.

That was the first of many occasion that he saw Long Tall Sally and her thick hairy bush.

She still wasn’t really his type but he made an exception in her case, because she was such a good fuck.  

Uncanny Tales – (25) It All Comes Out In the Wash

 

Sally was lying beneath the duvet and through the wall she could hear him in the shower and she envied every droplet of water as it ran over his naked skin.

She had loved him since she was eleven years old and now she was almost twenty she wanted him with every fibre of her being.

 

“He” was Danny, the elder brother of Sally’s best friend Erin, who at the age of 18 had, to all intents and purposes, become the father of his 11 year old sister.

Their parents were killed in a car crash on the M6 and all his hopes and dreams for the future died with them.

His plans to go to University and what that might have led to were set aside in order for him to raise his little sister.

The early years of his enforced parenthood he was consumed by his new responsibilities, running the home, nurturing Erin and holding down a job.

The only saving grace from being weighed down by responsibility’s at such a young age was that he was a stronger person for the experience and Erin was everything their parents would have wished her to be, and he was proud of the result.

His sacrifice had allowed her to follow her dreams and she was now at University with Sally.

 

In the warmth of her bed Sally felt aroused as she listened to the water washing over him.

Her flesh tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her nipples erected as she felt that tell-tale feeling as the warmth built within her

 

The water stopped and the foot fall told her he had stepped out of the shower and she pictured his naked form as he did so. 

Just a thin stud wall separated her eager want from the object of her lustful desire.

She could see in her mind’s eye each droplet of water dripping from his torso and her hand travelled purposely across her belly and slipped inside her shorts where her finger went quickly between her moist lips and she was as wet as him.

 

The door suddenly opened and she heard herself gasp as he walked into the room but her finger lingered between her greasy lips.

She clenched her buttocks tightly and grasped her thighs firmly around her hand

But as she watched him across the room her slender digits moved involuntarily and she continued to stroke herself.

 

Danny began picking up the laundry that had been discarded in and around the wash bin.

There was always plenty of it when Erin was back from Uni and even more whenever Sally slept over.

Sally and Erin had been best friend since forever and over the years she had been a regular house guest.

They’d been back from University for a week and the washing had already built up and this was the first opportunity he’d had to get to grips with it.

But as it was Saturday and the girls had gone to a party the night before and had stayed over at the home of another friend, he thought he should make a start on the washing.

As he went through the assorted jeans, T-shirts and lingerie, he thought how quickly time passed by and how quickly his sister and her best friend had grown up.

He smiled to himself as he remembered Erin’s first Bra, which was a purely cosmetic device of course when she was twelve.

Then as she grew she went through various stages of padded enhancements and eventually to the full cupped and underwired contraptions she wore today.

It was the same with her pants, in the early days they were childishly embellished with flowers or colourful characters, and then progressed through to practical pants and onto more sophisticated items, before progressing on to the skimpy things of lace and bows.

His little sister was a grown woman now.

 

She watched as he stood across the room in the half light, his upper body still damp, a towel wrapped around the lower.

He was standing sorting laundry into baskets of light and dark and as he held a pair of pink knickers she recognised them as her own and she wished she was wearing them at that moment and her arousal deepened.

 

He held the pink panties briefly in his hand before dropping them into the appropriate pile, then a red pair, then pale blue silk, followed by black lace.

 

Sally watched as he handled her knickers one pair after another and she bit her lip, she had never been so turned on, as her finger was still engaged between her juicy lips, she knew she should stop but she just couldn’t.

 

As Danny was methodically sorting the mountain of dirty washing, he had no idea she was laying there in the gloom or what she was doing there beneath the duvet, she and Erin were supposed to be sleeping over at Karen’s some 20 miles away.

Had he known she was there he would not have entered the room especially wearing nothing but a towel, he would have been too self-conscious.

He had known her since she was an awkward clumsy eleven year old girl who seemed to spend her entire time either falling over or picking herself up and showing off her floral knickers in the process.

But she was a young woman now and Sally was a far cry from the klutzy eleven year old in flowered briefs, she had grown up to become a swan.

He could never tell her that though, nor could he tell his sister how he felt about her best friend.

 

God how she wanted to finish herself off right there, but she couldn’t with him standing there.

But she didn’t want him to leave, because touching herself with him so close was so exciting, she had never felt so hot and horny as she was at that moment.

 

Danny fished out the last item from the bottom of the bin and turned to leave the room when Sally let out an involuntary moan and he turned around.

“Is that you Sal?” he asked

Sally bit hard on her lip after her exclamation but was still unable to halt her fingering

“Yes” she replied through clenched teeth

He walked to the window and opened one curtain, spilling weak winter light into the room.

It lit across the rumpled screwed up duvet and a shapeless bulge beneath it.

“I thought you and Erin were staying over at Karen’s” Danny said

“Erin did” she gasped “but I didn’t fancy it”

Each word was spoken through gritted teeth and were slow and laboured and she was squirming beneath the duvet.

He took a hand full of duvet and through it aside revealing Sally’s lustful pose.

Her nipples were standing proud through her pyjama top and her right hand was still inside her shorts.

Instead of feeling embarrassment, Sally’s exposure before the object of her lust merely turned her on even more and her finger still lingered busily between her lips.

It was there that his is eyes were drawn, that place were the fabric of her shorts moved to rhythm of her busy fingers as she frigged herself before him.

As he stood there, he felt a passion welling up in him, a passion he had suppressed over the last two years which he dare not have hoped to have acted upon until that moment.

He watched her and she reached out her left hand and tugged at the towel wrapped around him until it fell away, and then the want that had simmered for so long between them finally came to the boil.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (052) Things that go bump in the Night

 

Alison Holmes went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.

She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.

All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.

Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from   Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.

The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.

 

Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal, but she was a nice girl.

She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with, in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.

Alison didn’t have a boyfriend, and everyone falsely assumed because of her germaphobia that she wouldn’t have sex because it was all a bit messy.

But in truth she had more sex the the other three put together, which was saying something as Amy was quite slutty, monogamous but slutty.

Alison liked sex in fact she really liked sex and subsequently was certainly the most promiscuous of the four house mates.

She just had two rules which were unnegotiable, firstly she insisted that the man had to shower first and she had to shower as soon as possible afterwards.

Also contrary to popular belief she didn’t mind oral sex, but she would only give head if the recipient wore two condoms.

Even with those stipulations she still got well and truly seen to on a regular basis and Alisons most regular partner she met by chance and he met her criteria quite serendipidously.

 

It was getting late and Alison decided to walk back to the flats along the wooded path that meandered through the woods that bordered the park.

She was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.

She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure.

 

Alison was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.

She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure who she knocked off their feet and then ended up on top of them.

So she had her assailant pinned to the ground and winded so using her trusty torch she shone it in their face and was surprised to see it was Eric Jespersen, a Danish exchange student who was on the same course as her.

Alison had fancied him since she first saw him but he was out of her league so she just admired him from afar.

But due to a serendipitous happenstance she now had him flat on his back in the park, and that was a game changer, and she thought she could detect the tell-tale odour of chlorine.

“Have you been swimming Eric?” she asked

“Yes” he replied surprised at the question though not as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth and inserted her tongue quite expertly into his mouth, and his surprise continued when he found himself kissing her back.

It was a surprise to him because Alison Holmes was a rather plain skinny girl, she was a nice girl, but she was not his type.

He did think her eyes were stunning and she had nice legs and she also had beautiful blonde hair but he was Danish so blonde hair didn’t impress him.

The surprise was finding her on top of him and having her initiate a rather pleasing engagement of tongue which he was really enjoying.

Which he wasn’t expecting and nor was he expecting what happen next, which was for her hand to unzip his fly and pull out his Danish semi erect cock out through the opening, which didn’t stay semi for long as she expertly handled his not inconsiderably sized lump of Danish Pork.

But it was it was at the moment she had stroked his meat up to full size that she stopped, startled by a noise in the wood, and quickly stood up and he noticed that as she stood up one of her shoes was missing, it had obviously come off her foot when they both fell.

Alison backed into the shadow of an old, twisted oak and to her delight he joined her there, his erection still protruding from his open fly.

They stood there in close proximity, neither speaking in the darkness and the only sound was her quick and shallow breathing.

After a minute or so, she was satisfied that no one else was in the wood she returned her lips to his and her hand went straight back to his shaft and tugged on it roughly.

Eric fumbled inside her clothes and unhooked her bra and moved instantly to her breasts.

She had perfect little tits, and her nipples were as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.

Alison’s kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more taught so he began to hoist up her skirt until he could gain access to her underwear.

 

Eric yanked down her tights, which gave little resistance over her narrow hips and boney arse and the white cotton panties quickly followed suit.

Once both tights and drawers were at knee height Alison accommodated him by extracting her unshod foot from the unwanted items.

Erik then ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and fondled her pert little arse.

It was a nice arse, soft and squeezable but Eric soon worked his way teasingly through her generous thicket and slid his fingers in between her juicy lips.

Alison was still kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose.

She released her firm grip on his tool and used that hand to undo his trouser button and then she yanked down his Chinos and boxers and bared his muscular arse.

Eric took this as a sign and removed his sticky fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the tree behind her and Alison’s narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly in the crook of the oak.

But she kept her thighs together when he had her in position

“Am I just going to be another conquest Eric?” she asked

“Just another notch on your headboard”

“It depends” he said truthfully

“On what?”

“On how good you are” he replied

“How am I doing so far?”

“One mark away from a first” Eric said

“Let’s go for it then” she said and opened up for him and he slid his cock comfortably into her.

The way she received his offering, the way she wrapped herself around him pulling him deeper into her, he knew she had received others before him.

So he went at her greedily, Alison’s legs wrapped around his hips like a vice, and her skinny arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, growling out contentment to his rhythmic penetrations, and as Eric pumped into her harder and faster these turned to guttural groans as her pleasure heightened frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed into the darkness as he shot.

They stayed in their final position for several minutes, panting loudly, his large Danish cock still twitching inside her pussy, and he could feel her muscles contracting around his shaft and made several long pleasurable languorous sighs and he kissed her neck and she hugged him tight.

 

They dressed quickly in the dark although Alison went home with her knickers and tights in her handbag.

Eric walked her to her block, and they kissed in the shadows

“I hope we can do that again sometime,” he said

“Oh yes, we can” Alison replied

 

“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house

“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied

“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified

“You could have been attacked” Amy added

Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.

GODDESS SEDUCTION

 

The first embrace

Of my seduction,

And the gentle passion

Of her kiss,

Quickened my pulse,

Electrified me.

Her unbuttoning my blouse

Met with compliance

And her hands,

As if gloved in velvet

Slid across my silken skin

Mapping my contours

Every sweep and curve of me

I felt her velvet touch

On my breasts

Teasing me, pleasing me

Tingling traversed my spine

Then warm breath, soft lips

On my proud pink tips

Before the moist heat

Of her warm honey mouth

Enveloped me

My mind was in a whirl

As this sensuous girl

Made love to me

An unknown sensuality

I never knew such a feeling

Erotic, toe curling

Getting me hot, getting me wet

I submitted to her

In guiltless acquiescence

As she undressed me.

Her lips began their journey

Kissing their way, to where?

Her mouth soft and tender

Traced in kisses

Around my ribcage 

Oh my god, to there

Will she kiss me there?

My body shivered, quivered.

My skin tingled

As I felt her breath

On the soft down of my belly

Should I let her?

Should I let her kiss me there?

I squirmed beneath her

My head swimming

My body burned for her,

Ached and yearned for her

I felt her breathe against my fur

Her cheek lay against my thigh

I yielded to the goddess

Opened like a portal

Delivered myself to her

In all my vulnerability

And she delivered ecstasy