Choice Tales from the Vale – (066) Serendipity in all its Splendour

 

Dora Lesinska walked towards him and his eyes were drawn to the delights of her unfettered breasts, which danced erotically inside her white blouse.
She saw him staring but his gaze was transfixed and unshakable and she turned up her nose as she passed him but glanced in his direction, a glance conveying utter disgust, then she threw her head back rather theatrically and headed for the street door.
So he turned to watch her exit, and enjoyed her buttocks doing a very dirty rumba inside her skirt, but then Dora stopped at the door and gave him another look, once again heavily laced with disgust.
And Just at that moment the sun suddenly appeared from behind a cloud which illuminated the girl dramatically and spectacularly from behind and this serendipitous event rendered her blouse transparent, and her perky breasts which he had enjoyed so much inside her blouse Were now revealed in all their splendour surmounted by dark pink nipples, as clear as if she were naked.
Unaware of her circumstance she delivered yet another contemptible look and then Dora asked.
“Have you seen enough?”
He smiled and nodded and then as the sun went behind a cloud he replied loudly
“I have now thank you”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (065) Spanish Eyes

 

Paul Larkin sat drinking black coffee alone in the Addison’s café in Shallowfield just killing some time and he noticed her instantly as she entered, Dolores Genuardi, he was powerless to resist the movement of his eyes, as like magnets they were drawn towards the striking young woman's and her stunning beauty, her hair appeared black as a raven's wing as it caressed the dark caramel skin of her shoulders, but with the sun shining through the fine strands they betrayed its true brunette nature.

But out of the sun her hairs dark lustre framed the simple beauty of her face, which he studied as he took another sip.
Firstly her full moist lips which broadened into a smile, the delicate
curve of her small nose and the hypnotic depth of her dark brown eyes which looked back at him and held his gaze, and as if reading his thoughts they burned through him and touched his soul.
Dolores was distracted momentarily so his eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness of her neck and shoulders until reaching her bountiful breasts, where white lace fringed their fullness, he met her eyes again and her smile broadened and her cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of his loins.

She turned away and he continued his lustful journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her firm buttocks like a second skin hugging her contours as he longed to do.

As she sat down at an adjacent table and his gaze once more returned to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they rearranged themselves within their lacy confines.

And then their eyes met again and she smiled, knowing his thoughts and revelling in them.

The blushing Spanish maiden had to look away and fumbled in her bag while she regained her composure as the embers’ glowed within her of what could become an unquenchable fire.

She took out a cigarette in her slender fingers and he noticed her hand tremble for a moment before placing it between her luscious lips and he envied its intimacy with her mouth.

Paul reached across and the void between their tables and offered her a light.

Dolores smiled as he lit it and he joined her where he bought her coffee and they talked and laughed then drank more coffee and talked and laughed some more.

His eyes still took every opportunity to peruse her fine young body as he was held captive by her Spanish eyes, but as he looked upon her sweet face, they were only biding their time until the moment when she would use him to quell the fire uncontrollably burning inside her and he would look into her Spanish eyes as her pretty face contorted in orgasmic bliss.   

Choice Tales from the Vale – (064) Alison and the Pool Guy

 

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.

 

Her most regular partner, Eric Jespersen, she met by chance after bumping into him in the park one night and they ended up bumping uglies up against an old oak tree.

Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and so he met Alisons criteria however serendipidously.

It turned out to be the first of many such encounters and one of their favourite venues was the Leisure Centre Swimming pool.

Though the first occasion happened again quite by chance.

Eric was a regular swimmer and he was at the pool almost every day but for Alison it was a rarity as she wasn’t really sure how hygienic a public pool could be.

But she allowed herself to be persuaded by her flat mate Carole who didn’t want to go alone.

 

It was a very modern facility with unisex changing rooms which had two long rows of cubicles’ flanked by lockers.

Eric very much liked the idea that when he was in a cubicle drying his tackle there was only an inch of MDF separating him from some nubile naked lass drying her young fanny.

He had finished his swim and was in a cubicle at the far end of the row, furthest from the pool, where he got himself dry and was about to redress but realised he’d left some of his stuff in his locker.

So he wrapped his towel around his naked lower half and went to retrieve his pants and socks.

It was at the point when he spotted Alison, who recognised him instantly and smiled warmly.

He then nodded in the direction of his cubicle door and she blushed

 

“Come on Ali” Carole called “come in and close the door”

Alison nodded and smiled and mouthed the words “Five minutes”

“Ok I’m coming” She replied to Carole and hoped she would be very soon.

Eric sat in his cubicle and the anticipation was making him quite hard knowing Alison was only a few yards away and undressing for him and would soon be knocking on his door wearing only a swimsuit.

It wasn’t just the anticipation of course he had had several sexual encounters with her which had all ended in mutual satisfaction but whether it was anticipation or a sensual recollection it left a bulge in the front of his towel.

“You go ahead and I’ll catch up with you” Alison said

“Ok but don’t be long” Carole said as she moved away.

After a moment or two, there was a light knock on the door and when he opened it Alison was there wearing a black one piece swimsuit and clutching a towel.

“Hello Ali” He said wearing only his towel.

“Hi Eric” she said and her eyes went straight to his bulge.

“You’re pleased to see me then” she said

“We both are” he replied and before he had time to cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure, she pushed him back in the cubicle and closed the door behind her.

And with time being of the essence she took the initiative and pulled down the front of her costume and uncovered her cute titties, before releasing his towel and roughly grasping his cock. 

This was a surprising turn of events for Eric, she had decided to take full advantage of their meeting and he had no intention of preventing her. 

“So what do you want to do now?” he asked as she tugged on him.

In response she let go of his erection long enough to completely remove her costume.

“Everything” she replied and took hold of him again.

“Are you sure?” he asked her

“Oh yes Eric” she replied and kissed him.

“Carole will wonder where you are,” he said feebly

She ignored him and kissed him so he couldn’t speak again.

The moment their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet while she still had a meaningful grip on his cock and then she hooked her other arm around his neck in a vice like grip.

It was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.

His hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks until she pushed him backwards so he had to sit down on the little bench.

Alison was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like on his, nostrils snorting in air.

His hands continued their travels up and down her rear aspect but he knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of the property so he steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.

 

At the moment her bony little arse made contact with his lap their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him a toothy smile and locked onto him again.

Eric now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast.

Wrapping her arms around him Alison stopped kissing him and buried her face in his neck instead.

He stopped playing with her hardening nipple and moved his playful hand down across her belly and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the abundant hair of her minge.

They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch.

Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; her thigh’s closing on his hand at the point of climax trapping his fingers between her lips.

But before he had time to consider his next move Alison was up off his lap in a flash, and pausing only to pick up her costume, she bent over on the bench opposite him, her moist pink pussy open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze.

She turned and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant, she would have smiled at him as well but the parts of her swimsuit that she wasn’t biting on, obscured her mouth.

He stood up and approached her but she was stooped over too low for him to penetrate her immediately so he patted her tight little buttock and she adjusted her pose bringing her inviting pink pussy up to cock height.

She was breathing through her nose in quick short snorts as she anticipated what was coming and then he introduced his swollen cock to her waiting cunny and Alison moaned though her gag as he penetrated her.

Her hands located hand holds between the slats of the bench which gave her some purchase and enabled her to thrust her juicy lips onto him and she began moaning uncontrollably as she pumped her pussy on his shaft.

Her tits were jiggling with an equal lack of control until he took them in hand.

She was truly relishing her task as she pumped onto him again and again and with every deep penetration she let out a grunt.

Eric could feel himself on the threshold and he knew from experience that Alison was almost there too as her head was rolling wildly from side to side until she thrust down on his cock one more time and let out a long muffled moan as she went rigid and came and Eric finished inside her.

They stayed in that position for several minutes; both breathing hard and sweating in the warm chlorine scented air.

Alison was the first to move as she pulled her gag from her mouth.

“God I love swimming” she panted.

“Me too” Eric said as he pulled slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

They sat on the bench awhile gathering themselves and then Alison put her costume back on, as he watched libidinously while she redressed.

Then he got dressed in his street clothes and said

“Same time next week?”

“Yes please” she replied

Alison was anxious to go and find Carole so they shared a soft, gentle, and affectionate farewell kiss before he opened the door and she went in search of her friend.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (063) The Rebellious Miss Richmond

 

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.

 

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 he 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.

 

The Richmond’s were from Cumbria and stayed at the Clayton Manor Hotel for three weeks every July and had done since they were married. 

Jack Richmond was in fish and had a string of fish processing plants, his wife Mary was a big wheel in the Women’s Institute and their 25 year old daughter Sarah was desperately unhappy. 

Some of her unhappiness stemmed from low self-esteem because of her robust body shape, she wasn’t fat but she was substantial.

But mainly she was unhappy because of her domineering parents, they told her what to do, what to say, what to think, where to go, her mother bought her clothes, he father vetted which books she read and what music she listened to, she was their prisoner.

But she had begun to rebel although very subtly, in fact so subtly that they didn’t even notice she was doing it.

 

Sarah pretended to sprain her ankle so she didn’t have to go out with them on their boring outings and it worked.

So understandably she was feeling rather pleased with herself, it was a small victory in the scheme of things, but it was a victory nonetheless.

In fact she was so pleased with her subterfuge that she set about doing all the things her parents wouldn’t let her do starting with the hotel bar.

 

It had been a very quiet afternoon, and although the assistant manager, Blaire Parrott, was on a day off, she had everything set up and running like clockwork.

All Gary Playford had to do was man reception for a couple of hours, but as there were no new arrivals expected until the evening he just sat in the small office at the back of reception and put his feet up and wait for the bell to ring.

Which it inevitably did, and it woke Gary from a long afternoon snooze and he surfaced from an erotic dreamland when he heard the “ding”.

The bell rang several more times as he made his way to the desk and when he reached it he found a rather tipsy Sarah Richmond leaning against the front desk with her rather generous chest sitting on the counter top.

 

“Can I help?” Gary asked her although the direction of his gaze one could have supposed he was addressing her breasts.

“I’m locked out” she slurred “I lost my key somewhere in the bar”

“Did I mention I was in the bar?” she added

“No”

“It’s a very nice bar” she continued “have you been?”

“Yes I have”

“It’s very big you know, and they have lots of drinks” she said as if she was imparting some radical new information.

Gary tapped into the computer and looked at her bar tab and was heartily impressed at the amount she had put away in one short session.

“Well I’ll tell you what we’ll do, we will sit over there and have some coffee, while I get someone to look for your key” He suggested

“I’m not allowed coffee” she said “so yes”

And she tottered to the nearest sofa and sat down.

Gary then rang through to the bar and ordered coffee and asked them to look for Miss Richmond’s room key.

The coffee and the room key arrived in short order and he sat and chatted with her while she drank.

He hadn’t noticed before but she was a pretty girl, with blue eyes and a lovely smile, he hadn’t seen her smile before, she normally looked a bit sulky.

She also had huge breasts and decent legs, which he had noted before but there was a bit too much of her for his taste.  

He had never found big women attractive and he made no apology for that, you like what like, and even though she had a pretty face he could never envisage bedding her.

 

A couple of cups of coffee later and Sarah had sobered considerably

“Ok let’s get you up to your room?” he suggested

“Oh yes please” she said and giggled

“Behave, they’ll be none of that” he scolded

“Shame” she said brazenly

 

Although it was a slow process he got her upstairs and safely into her room.

“Well thank you” she said and leant in to kiss his cheek but at the last second she kissed him on the mouth and the Nano second their lips touched Sarah thrust her tongue into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took him completely by surprise, though not as much as his own reaction did, when he responded in kind.

 

He had never looked at Sarah in a predatory manner because she was a chubster and he was an advocate of the school of thought that believed the nearer the bone the sweeter the meat.

But as her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was warming to her and beginning to see her in an entirely different light, which may have been as a result of the erotic dream he had been having when she rang the bell.

It probably wasn’t for that, that he continued participating under those circumstance but then he thought what the hell it was only customer service.

As Sarah was showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her position by locking her arms around his neck he decided to press on to the next level.

His hands, which had been on the small of her back slipped down to her big round buttocks and gave then a squeeze and finding them surprisingly firm they lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her sweater.

Below that was a t-shirt which he began tugging at to free it from the waistband of her skirt, in response Sarah sucked her tummy in to accommodate him and seconds later his hands where climbing up her naked back towards her bra.

On reaching the substantial piece of engineering that stood between him and her tits he found that this was not the kind of delicate item of lingerie he was used to and began tackling the abundance of hooks.

Sarah’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their assault on his mouth as his hands grappled with her huge gravity defying tits, topped by nipples as stiff as pencil ends.

The kissing was beginning to make his jaws ache so he thought it was time to give her something else to think about so he released her great bulbous breasts and went up her skirt and dragged her tights and knickers off her buttocks.

And then before he had a chance to think she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the arms of the desk chair.

Presented with a great view of her round white arse and ease of access to her lips, he slipped his fingers between her treacly lips.

As his digits parted her lips she moaned out the first of many acquiescing utterances and then while she was still bent over the chair he took her satisfyingly from behind while reaching up under her sweater and cupping her massive tits.

After they had grunted and moaned their way to a mutual conclusion he stood there behind her for a moment caressing her great globes as she panted and when he withdrew she sank to her knees in a disgraced heap.

 

When Gary left Sarah’s bed two hours later it was with a new admiration for the fuller figure and a new resolve to never say never again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (062) Reconnections

 

Stephen Tanner lived alone in the village of Sharping-St Mary only a few miles from Purplemere.

He lived in a small three bedroom Tudor cottage which suited him perfectly as he was only 5ft 6 so the low beams didn’t affect him.

He worked in Purplemere three days a week but worked from home the other two.

It was a well-paid job and he was good at it but he didn’t enjoy it and it neither focussed nor fulfilled him.

His mother had phoned him a few days earlier and asked if Nicola De Lorenzo could stay at his for a few days, she was a Christian Missionary in China and she was only back from the missions for about a month, catching up with old friends before she returned to China at the end of December.

Nicola was the daughter of his mums best friend Karen and she was also his first crush and she going to be staying under his roof and Nicola had a lot to answer for, Stephen got his first stalker thinking about her and furthermore he had his first wet dream over Nicola, well not exactly over her obviously, but she was in his dream when he creamed his PJs.

And it was Nicola who was the first to feature in his wank bank.

Nicola was six years older than him and he was smitten with her from the first moment he saw her, and when he thought back to that time he was sure she was with him, but nothing ever happened, apart from a kiss, one single solitary kiss, a kiss that blew his mind.

But when she had stayed with him a month earlier they had finally laid the ghost of their unfulfilled relationship when he laid her on the sofa.

 

It was early Sunday afternoon when he awoke and Nicola was still asleep in bed beside him.

He leant over and kissed her neck and as she stirred he cuddled up behind her.

He must have dozed off again pressed up close behind her and when he woke again her shoulders were shaking,

“Are you crying” he asked

“Yes” she sobbed

“Why?” he asked “what’s wrong?”

“We did a terrible thing” she replied

“It’s was a sin”

“Didn’t it make you feel good?” he asked

“Yes of course it did” she snapped “that just makes it all the more sinful”

“We did something we’d wanted to do for 11 years” he pointed out “it’s not like we rushed into it blindly”

“I know but I still feel guilty” Nicola said “I always feel guilty, whenever I fall from grace, I always feel like this”

Then almost as an afterthought she continued

“Not that I do it often, I’m not a tart”

“I never thought for a moment you were” he reassured her and thought for a minute before he continued

“You have spent your whole life denying yourself, a life spent helping others, putting others first, do you really think God would punish you, a good person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head, if for no other reason than to prove you are still alive”

She just lay there silently but grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and they drifted off to asleep again in that position.

 

When he awoke he was pressed up close behind her and her shoulders were shaking, because she was crying because she felt guilty.

“You have spent your whole life denying yourself, a life spent helping others, putting others first, do you really think God would punish you, a good person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head, if for no other reason than to prove you are still alive”

She just lay there silently but grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and they drifted off to asleep again in that position.

 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept but when he awoke he was surprised and delighted to find Nicola was playing with his cock with one hand while the other one fingered her pussy.

“Mmmmm” she sighed as he kissed her neck and his hand crept up and fondled her breast, she wasn’t enormously well endowed but her nipples were huge and stiff, and as fat as his little finger.

Her areolas were incredibly sensitive and she squirmed and fidgeted as he toyed.

Her fingers were still busily employed between her lips as his hand moved down her belly to replace them with his own.

“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer, arriving first at the thick tangle of pubic hair, a brief pause and then they were awash in her hot juice, slipping and sliding between her lips and he thought his little fallen angel had not toiled in vain by anyone’s standards her pussy was incredibly wet.

Her other hand was still on his cock as her head craned back towards him so her animal moans filled the room as he frigged her until she came.

Her other hand with fingers still moist from her frigging reached between her legs and grabbed his cock from its partner and thrust it roughly into her hot cunny.

Once he was well inside her she gripped the headboard with one hand to brace herself so she could thrust down onto his advance and when she was moaning through gritted teeth she went rigid and screamed.

 

“Mmmmm” Nicola murmured as she relaxed into his arms, and there they lay, at peace in the afterglow, him still inside her, until they went to sleep again.

 

When they eventually emerged from his bed they went downstairs and he cooked them a fried breakfast, he called it breakfast because he didn’t know what else to call a fry up at 4 in the afternoon.

Whatever the proper name was they devoured it heartily.

After their repast and as they had completely slept through the Sunday service and sinned their way through matins they thought they should at least make a concerted effort to attend the evening service.

So Nicola went up to have a bath while he cleared up in the kitchen.

As she was soaking in the tub he did for a moment at least entertain the thought that he might join her there but they would never have made it to church if they had so in the end he jumped in the shower.

 

Nicola went up to have a bath while he cleared up in the kitchen.

As she was soaking in the tub he did for a moment at least entertain the thought that he might join her there but they would never have made it to church if they had so in the end he jumped in the shower.

 

Stephen was sitting downstairs in the lounge wearing his Sunday best when Nicola walked in wearing her best “Sunday go to Meeting” outfit and he thought she looked lovely.

“What do you think?” she asked “Do I look suitably chaste like a Christian Missionary or like a fallen woman with a satisfied “just shagged” look on her face?”

“Oh I think you look like a Christian Missionary with a satisfied “just shagged” look on her face” he replied

“That will suffice then” she said with a smile

 

He had never attended the Sunday Evening service at St Mary’s so he wasn’t sure what to expect but when we walked in there was a surprisingly large congregation and he rather enjoyed it, there was no sermonizing it was all songs and psalms.

Reverend Clarke asked Nicola if she would do a reading and give a brief talk about her Missionary work and at the end of the service the collection plate was pledged to the Mission.

Once they got home, Nicola having reconnected with God at St Mary’s, reconnected with him in his bed.

 

The next morning they rose early, well he always rose early and he gave Nicola the benefit of it before she got up for a shower.

The reason for the early start was that the redoubtable Ms Hicks was collecting her in the Morris Minor at 8 o’clock and whisking her away.

Nicola was only in the UK until December and she had a fairly hectic schedule taking her all-round the country giving talks to raise awareness and hopefully some much needed funds.

 

They shared a final long lingering kiss before he lift arrived and she promised to see him again before she left for China.

As he watched the Morris Minor drive away he recalled one thing Nicola had said to him, which was that he should give more of himself and she gave him a look that said “you give too much of that already”

“If everyone gave one hour a week, what a change could be made to the world”

He wasn’t sure what difference he could make but he thought giving a Missionary a good seeing too had to count for something.

 

And furthermore he did so freely and without precondition, but on reflection he realised that he certainly wasn’t going to redeem himself in the eyes of God no matter what he did but that was no reason not to something, and he hoped to get the chance to do Nicola again very soon.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (335) Home Visit

 

Greg was 6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born and raised in the large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.

His parents had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger, who had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

Greg himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times each year, although since he met fellow Willow native Jane Bloomfield when she was a guest at his Hotel he had more reason to get home more often.

He loved Willow and the village was very close to his heart and he always felt at peace when he was home.

The downside was that it was situated in the Finchbottom Vale, which nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, but however attractive it might have been, it was featureless in many ways and that was a problem for Greg, and that is perhaps why he was drawn  to the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park.

His love affair with the region began when, as a 12 year old boy, his Scout troop had their Summer Camp at Oxley Ridge.  

Following his first adventurous fortnight he returned to the Park whenever he could and after University he used his degree to get a job working in the Park, and after five years, when he heard the owner of the Black Swan was retiring, he bought him out.

But it was his love affair with Jane that drew him back to Willow in October.

 

Greg was only back in Willow for a few days, because he missed being with Jane, and she missed him but because she worked in the Bloomfield Pharmacy with her parents it was more difficult for her to get up to see him, because she worked almost every Saturday and every fourth Sunday it was the Duty Chemist for the area.

So they arranged to meet on Saturday after the shop shut, they couldn’t however meet at his house because his brother Alex was entertaining his girlfriend Clarissa, who was home from University for the weekend, so he was meeting her at her parents flat above the shop, as they were away for the night in Abbottsford, celebrating their anniversary.

When he got to the shop it was in darkness, but he could see lights on in the flat above, so he pressed the button on the intercom, and after thirty seconds a voice said.

“Yes?”

“Hi Hon, it only me” Greg said and the only response was the buzzing of the lock, so he pushed open the door and climbed the stairs, and when he reached the top he found Jane standing pigeon toed in her stocking feet with her hands behind her back with her jet black hair tied in pigtails and she was wearing her old school uniform.

“Hello Mr Monroe” she said in a lispy Violet Elizabeth voice “Mummy and Daddy aren’t here”

“Oh” he said and then it dawned on him that little Janie was in the mood for a little role-play

“Do you like my uniform?” she asked as she closed the door behind him

“Yes you look very pretty” he answered as he took his coat off.

“Would you like to see my toys?” Janie asked

“Yes please” he replied, “I think I’d like that”

“Come on then” she said and darted along the corridor.

As he followed the giggling schoolgirl it occurred to him that he’d never seen her bedroom.

He reached the corner just in time to see Jane skip into her room and he quickly followed her, the room was decorated pretty much exclusively in girlie pink.

She was kneeling on the bed bouncing up and down excitedly and as she bounced so did her huge unfettered breasts.

“Would you like to see my cuddlies?” she asked

“I can already see them,” he said

“My toys” she said and giggled “not my boobies”

“Yes I would like to see them” he replied and Janie turned around and crawled along the bed towards the great pile of soft toys displayed across her pillows affording him a great view of her navy blue knicker covered arse.

“This one is called Bunny, this one is called Henry” she said “and this one is called Charlie”

“Oh, I like Charlie’s” he said as he reached around her and fondled her breasts

“Oh Mr Monroe, I don’t think Mummy and Daddy would like you playing with my cuddlie’s like that” she said

“Well show me more cuddlie’s then” he said, “what’s that one called, right at the other end?”

He reluctantly let go of her tits as she reached over to pick up a threadbare Tiger, and as she did so he reached up under her little plaid skirt and rolled her navy blue knickers off her buttocks.

“Oh Mr Monroe” she said a second before his fingers slipped into her creamy gash and Janie buried her face in the mound of cuddlies and moaned loudly as he buried his fingers into her cunny.

Greg was perfectly positioned behind her, where he could comfortably fiddle with her fanny with his right hand and extricate his cock from his trousers with the left, and It wasn’t long before he brought the naughty little schoolgirl to climax.

“Oh Mr Monroe” she gasped, minus the lisp.

He removed his viscous fingers from her pink moist pussy and using his left hand, guided his cock towards its juicy destination.
“Ohhh” Jane said as he penetrated her, “So good”

Her moans were stifled amongst the Teddy’s as he skewered her syrupy quim and as he shortened his stroke, the bed started to squeak and the headboard began to hit the wall, before Jane screamed a loud muffled scream into her toys and a second later he erupted inside her, and just before he withdrew his sticky shaft from her, he thought to himself that having Jane in her own bed amidst all the soft toys of her childhood was like taking her innocence.

 

On Sunday they spent the afternoon and evening more conventionally in his bed, where words of love were exchanged in the afterglow, while Alex took Clarissa back to Abbottsford.

Uncanny Tales – (28) The Girl in the White Dress

 

It was September 1997; and I was up in London for a meeting with a client in Young Street and I had misjudged the journey time and found myself with sometime to kill.

Princess Diana had died tragically the week before and was lying in Kensington Palace which was only a short walk from my destination.

Although I was not a fan of her, I found her to be manipulative and hypocritical, who would always castigate the media for not respecting her privacy one moment and in the next breath court them to put her latest titbit out in the public domain.

It was however a tragedy and when someone dies before their time there is an added sadness.

So, as I was close by and had time to kill, I decided to go and pay my respects.

It was a glorious day, a real Indian summer day, as I walked through the gardens, and all of a sudden there she was, not Diana obviously, but the girl in the white dress and I was stopped in my tracks.

Not because she was stunningly beautiful, she was indeed an above average, attractive young woman in a long flowing white dress. 

What made her noteworthy was the fact that with the afternoon sun directly behind her, she was suddenly quite naked, to all intents and purposes.

She had stopped to light a cigarette and to the casual observer it would have appeared that I had stopped to watch her smoke it.

Though that wasn’t what I was looking at, and I was not the only man or woman for that matter to be transfixed and mesmerised by what we saw.

This was of course before the fashion of waxing everything had taken hold, certainly with her.

She just continued to stand before us and smoke her cigarette and we just stood there staring.

I don’t quite know how long we would all have stayed there, had a cloud not obscured the sun, but there was an audible sigh from more than one of our group when she was suddenly clothed again.

Sadly, the show was over and we all moved off and as I proceeded to the palace to sign the book of condolence I felt suddenly ashamed at my lascivious behaviour at such a solemn time.

Although the girl in the white dress should have felt more ashamed walking through Kensington Gardens sans underwear.