Choice Tales from the Vale – (339) Thanksgiving Girl

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where physiotherapist Dr Rowe lived and worked.

 

Dr Phillip Rowe was a quiet unassuming physio therapist, 37 years old, medium height, slim build, with thinning sandy hair and grey eyes, who divided his time between St Lucy’s Hospital in Sharpington, where he held NHS Clinics, 3 times a week and his private practice he ran out of his home in Willow, and It was in his surgery that he first met Gloria.

She had torn her calf muscle and needed physio on it, but the NHS waiting list was insanely long, so she had to go private, it was expensive but necessary as she needed it to heal as quickly as possible so she could keep up her punishing work schedule without letting her clients down.

Right from the first appointment he was taken by Thirty two year old Gloria Samson, he knew by reputation that she was a hard worker, and very reliable as a cleaner, but when he first saw her charming green eyes and lovely smile, that was when it happened.

During the appointments she was very chatty and he liked the fact that she was under no illusions about herself, she knew she was very plain looking, the large aquiline nose didn’t help, and she was skinny and flat chested, and because of her narrow hips and small bum, from behind she was sometimes mistaken for a boy.

Not by him though, he saw the petite little woman, standing 5ft tall in stocking feet, in a very different light, with her short blonde hair, stunning legs and tiny feet.

When her treatment was over, he offered her a job cleaning the surgery, not because he needed a new cleaner but because he wanted to keep on seeing her.

But seeing her almost every day he realised she was possessed of a great work ethic, a gentle nature, a heart as big as the moon and that greatest of underappreciated traits, a nice personality, and once they began sleeping together he discovered another major asset, she was exceptionally good in bed, in fact the sex was fantastic and her appetite was voracious.

However, as the weeks went by, the sex did not abate, but he soon realised in the quiet times in between the sex that he had fallen in love with Gloria.

He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.

 

It was Thanksgiving Day and when he woke up that morning, he decided that he would ask Gloria something when she came to clean that day.

He got up, showered and shaved but when he drew the bedroom curtains and looked out it appeared that winter had arrived early.

He turned on the TV and discovered that the Vale was gripped in winters bitter grasp and snow fall and near blizzard conditions had closed a lot of the roads.

He slipped on his dressing gown and went downstairs to his surgery and checked his diary, he only had three appointment’s that day, none of them local to Willow so he picked up the phone and called them to cancel.

After that he went to the kitchen and made himself a coffee before calling Gloria

“Hi Doc”

“Gloria, I don’t want you to come in today” he said

“But I’m just going out the door now” she said

“Don’t risk it hon” he said “it’s not worth it”

“But I want to see you” she said

“I want to see you too, but I don’t want you getting hurt”

He pointed out “Promise me you won’t do anything silly”

“But…”

“Promise me” he insisted

“Ok I promise” Gloria said with her fingers crossed

“Good girl” he said “Now there was something else I needed to talk to you about”

“Oh! What’s that?” she asked suspiciously, wondering if he was dumping her or sacking her.

“Well I’m going to spend Christmas in Spain with my brother” he explained

“Oh ok, so you won’t need me over Christmas” she said sighing with relief

“Yes and no” he said

“Which one Doc”

“Well I won’t need you to clean, but I want you over Christmas” he said

“I don’t understand” Gloria said

“I want you to come with me” he said and the line went silent

“Gloria!”

“Gloria!!”

“You want me to go to Spain with you” she said “To clean the Villa”

“No not as my cleaner”

“You mean as in, you and me?” she asked

“Yes, you and me” he confirmed “us, a couple, will you come”

“Yes please” she squealed “I wish I was there and we could celebrate”

“Celebrate” was Gloria’s euphemism for sex.

“We can celebrate when you can get here safely” he said

“I’m already looking forward to that” Gloria sighed

“Ok I’ll see you soon” he said, and then mouthed the words

“I love you”

 

Phil put the kettle on again and decided not to bother getting dressed so he turned the heating up and kept his dressing gown on.

He was sitting in the lounge and drinking his third coffee of the morning when there was a loud knocking on the front door.

“Who on earth?” he exclaimed and got up and went to the door and when he opened it a snow-covered figure pushed passed him and stepped into the hallway.

The figure was dressed in a long blue duffel coat, with the hood up and a woollen hat below, and a heavy woollen scarf wrapped around their face, large mittens and pink wellington boots, in fact the only part of the snow covered creature that was visible was their eyes, charming green eyes, which he recognized immediately.

“Gloria?” he said, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to say “thank you” she replied through her scarf.

“You could have had an accident” he said crossly, pushing her hood back and taking off her woollen hat and kissed her forehead as she removed her mittens and un-wrapped the scarf from around her face.

“Where’s your car? I didn’t hear you pull up,” he asked as he sat her down on a chair where she held out a leg and said

“Do the honours?”

So, he pulled her boot off to reveal a thick grey sock”

“I walked” she replied as she held out the other leg

“You walked three miles in this?” he asked waving his arm exaggeratedly

“I told you I wanted to say “thank you”“ she said and kissed him

“Thank you”

“I’m cross with you” he said and kissed her back

“You can spank me later” Gloria said and chuckled

“I mean it” he said crossly “you could have thanked me on the phone”

“I didn’t just want to say thank you” she replied and changed the nature of the kiss

“So, thank you” she said as she unbuttoned her coat and let it slip off her shoulders to the floor to reveal her beautiful little figure in an ivory silk teddy, her small breasts, well defined with her nipples standing proud through the shimmering silk in the cold hallway.

The only other thing she was wearing were the thigh length grey wool socks, silk stockings would have been sexier, but not by much, and he thought “needs must”.

Gloria stepped in close and they kissed passionately as his hands caressed her back, then settled on her waist before pulling her closer to him and her kiss was warm and sensual and every fibre of him tingled.

She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath as she spoke

“Where would you like me?” she panted.

“In front of the fire” he replied and kissed her hot mouth before taking her hand and leading her into the lounge where a log fire blazed.

Once inside Gloria pushed him back against the door and asked

“Aren’t you going to unwrap your “thank you” gift?”

“You could unwrap it for me” he suggested

“Is that what you want?” she asked and he nodded, so Gloria stepped back so he had a good view and then she began caressing her breasts through the silk before they slowly descended across the ivory rippled silk until they settled at the top of her thighs.

Gloria gave him a wicked smile and then slowly, deliberately and oh so tantalizingly undid each popper on her crotch one by one by one and when the gusset hung loose between her slender thighs, she grabbed the bottom of her teddy in both hands and pulled it off over her head, then she looked at him coyly as she dropped the ivory silk to the floor and rushed into his arms.

“I love my present” he said, and she looked up at him childlike and smiled and then he kissed her smiling lips.

Phil cupped her tiny breasts and felt her stiff rosebud nipples pressing against his palm before he fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his sandy hair.

Her skin was soft and silky and smelled of coconut oil as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly and his hands settled on her fleshy cheeks, then he kissed her lower and lower until his face was buried in her lush Jasmine fragranced bush with an under note of her exotic musk.

“Do it as if it was our first time” she implored.

“What?”

“Pretend that this is our first time” she asked

“I don’t have to pretend Gloria” he replied “every time is as special as the first time for me”

And with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into his arms and they kissed and then with real urgency she scrambled on to the hearth rug and waited for him.

She didn’t have to wait long as he scrambled after her and lay half on and half off her delicious body.

Phil put his hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated her aperture and they dissolved into a sea of passion.

His hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest as Gloria’s hands scratched lightly at his back, his hand then crossed her belly, and as his fingers combed through her tousled bush he stopped kissing her.

Gloria looked up at him open mouthed as his digits progressed, she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.

Between her parted lips his fingers revelled in the sensual syrup of her secretions, and their foreheads touched as she panted in his face with each tender touch, until her body tensed and she gasped.

He kissed her hot panting mouth as he maneuvered above her and

she exuded a divinely sensual sound as he entered her.

In the glow of the firelight on that winter morning as they made love her hands were on his buttocks and as the tempo increased, she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La, and he could feel the burning heat from her, Gloria’s rasping breaths became deeper, and as her panting became erratic and her head rolled from side to side, her nails dug into his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm and Phil followed her over the abyss.

 

“Did you like your “Thank you” gift?” she asked as in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath a tartan throw on the rug in the afterglow

“Very much” he replied

“Was there something you would have preferred?” she asked sighs

“No darling that was exactly what I would have wished for” he replied, and she responded with a longer sigh.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (073) The Scarlet Woman

 

Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend

Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, and sexy with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.

Because the good fortune that brought Samantha into his life was the type of thing that didn’t happen to him, and everyone who witnessed them together unanimously agreed that he was punching well above his weight.

They first encountered each other at a business meeting at the Clayton Manor Hotel, where she was a potential new client and he was trying to win a new account, but the meeting was unresolved as it was love at first sight, heavily laced with lust.

Which ended with their mutual seduction and a passionate night spent in her suite.

But since that first meeting there had been many such nights and there seemed to be no sign of them abating.

 

However things had not been all plain sailing since they had met, though not between the two of them they were completely simpatico.

The problems stemmed from a different quarter entirely and from those who should have been the most delighted for them, their close friends and family.

Bob and Samantha were the victims of snobbery, inverted and otherwise.

Her family thought she had set her sights to low while his nearest and dearest believed he had set his too high.

Her friends thought he was common whiles his thought she was a snob.

So as a result they had found it difficult to fit inside each other’s worlds, but the couple believed that love will out. 

And Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said

“If you can’t live in my world and I can’t live in yours we shall just have to make a world of our own”

If he hadn’t been in love with her already he certainly would have been after that speech.

 

As part of “making a world of their own” they decided to plan to spend as much time together as possible which meant staying at each other’s houses but the first time he went to Samantha’s house he was driving her car as she was over the limit and once they were one their way and she gave him directions and they headed towards the posh end of the Vale.   

“Oh I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said

“I don’t get nob as often as I’d like” Sam replied

“Samantha Barraclough?” he said shocked “I thought you were a lady”

“I am a lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied “with you I can be a Trollope”

 

Samantha gave Bob directions and they headed towards the posh end of the Vale.   

“Oh I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said

“I don’t get nob as often as I’d like” Sam replied

“Samantha Barraclough?” he said shocked “I thought you were a lady”

“I am a lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied “with you I can be a Trollope”

“Fare comment” he replied

“I think your reputation is safe madam” he whispered

“But I feel like a scarlet woman” she giggled

“So do I” he replied

“You’re just sex mad” she said 

When they got to Samantha’s, he drove the car onto her drive.

“Put it in the garage” Samantha said “the remote is in the glove compartment”

He opened the garage door as instructed and drove in, then closed the door behind them.

“Home sweet home” Samantha said “welcome to my home”

They got out of the Cherokee and after retrieving some bits from the car they emerged in the kitchen where Samantha took her bits from him.

“Make a drink darling” she said “while I get changed”

“Ok” he said and boiled the kettle and made them coffee.

Bob was sat on a stool drinking his until Sam re-joined him in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.

She had indeed changed out of the borrowed items she arrived in; she was now standing in the doorway wearing matching red silk underwear, red stockings, high heeled shoes and a lascivious expression.

“Did someone order a scarlet woman?” she asked coyly

It took him completely by surprise and he almost fainted as all the blood rushed to his loins.

“I’m very partial to a scarlet woman” he said as he looked her up and down.

Samantha was such a classy woman even when she was playing the strumpet.

A classy chassis dressed in classy expensive lingerie, the camisole merely hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed her arousal and her camiknickers were both flattering and tempting simultaneously while her red stockings were again of the highest quality as were their contents.

Bob’s hands sweated and his mouth salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package.  

“Especially a posh one”

“Is that why you want me” she asked as she walked towards him on her high heels which probable cost more than his last bonus cheque. “Because I’m posh”

“I do like posh birds” he confessed “but I want you now because you’re hot”

“Good answer” Samantha said as she stood in front of him. “You can have the prize now”

And she moved in close and kissed him slowly and deliberately and his cock almost burst out of his trousers.

“Can I unwrap it now?” he asked her between kisses

“You don’t have to unwrap it completely” she replied with a coy smile.

He knew precisely what she meant by that so he ran his fingers lightly across the cool silk of her camisole, then caressed gently around her breast brushing her nipples, stirring them like an autumn breeze and making her suck air through her teeth before kissing him urgently and then his hand made full meaningful contact with her firm round breast and his thumb traced circles around the areola of her aroused teat. 

Samantha pressed up against him, so close that not even a cigarette paper could have passed between them and his hand abandoned her breast and joined its partner to fondle her ample silk clad buttocks.

She fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.

 

Bob was sat on the kitchen stool with a scantily clad Samantha stood

Pressed up against him and then she fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.

This motion offered up her stocking topped thigh to within easy reach of his hand, a situation he immediately took advantage of.  

Beginning at her knee he stroked her leg, the stocking was sheer and cool beneath his palm, the lace topping was luxurious and the flesh beyond as soft and silky, as soft and silky as the red knickers at the top of her thigh.

They stopped kissing and Samantha rested her forehead against his as his hand slipped up her knicker leg and his fingers were quickly toying amidst her pubic hairs.

He could feel Samantha’s breath on his face and as his fingers slipped into the creamy wetness between her lips she exclaimed a loud appreciative moan in his face.

As he marvelled at her wetness and how delicious her cream felt between his fingers, she moved her head next to his so he could hear her murmuring and panting.

These erotic emanations soon turned to moans as he rubbed her clit and it wasn’t many moments before she stiffened in his arms as she came loudly in his ear at his tender sensual touch.

Samantha’s arms were locked around his neck as she kissed his ear and chewed roughly on his earlobe before she wetly tongued every contour of his ear. 

Bob grasped a handful of fleshy buttock in each hand and stood up, not an easy task with Samantha wrapped around his neck like an anaconda, but made all the more difficult by the added handicap of a rather noteworthy erection trying desperately to break free.

Still he wasn’t planning on a route march he only needed to stagger three paces, and then he deposited Samantha’s plump arse on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

As her plump cheeks slapped onto the marble worktop she released her vice like grip, looked at him very lustfully and smiled before resting her head on his chest.

She remained in that position all the while she was extricating his swollen member from his clothing.

When she had completed her task she looked back up at him, her mouth wearing a distinct leer as she grasped his cock tightly in her small hand.

He could have taken the opportunity to undress her, she wouldn’t have complained, but he knew that wasn’t what she really wanted.

Bob put his hand on her cheek and turning her face towards him he kissed her lustful lips as she held on to his manhood as if her life depended on it.

With the merest of pressure he pulled her legs open and with her open to the fullest, he slipped his thumb up the leg of her silk panties and pulled them to one side and exposed the moist flesh of her hot ripe pussy and when he inched forward her hand guided him in and she roared in his mouth as he penetrated her.

She gripped his hips with her knees and her stiletto heels dug into his calves as he thrust into her a second and third time.

Samantha released her grip from about his neck and leant back, resting on her hands as she continued to receive him and she was panting and puffing like a steam engine as he thrust again and again.

Sadly all things must come to an end and Samantha was on the brink of orgasm and exhaustion so as she had collapsed onto her back he slid both hands up under her camisole and groped at her beautiful tits while he quickened the pace until she screamed out in orgasm and Samantha squirmed and sighed smugly as he finished.

“Was that enough Nob for madam” he asked

“Adequate” she replied and giggled

BAD SANTA # 3

 

Bad Santa is a bit of a perve

So naughty girl when he comes into view

It won’t be candy cane in his pocket

He’ll be really pleased to see you!

Choice Tales from the Vale – (072) Birthday Surprise

 

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 hotel guests, all came with a bed, that he considered fair game.

There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village he had become the prey.

Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, and even more desperate divorcees as well as the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.

But the circumstances under which he encountered Michelle Singer were rather different.

 

Sarah Busby was a big Afro Caribbean woman who worked in the hotel kitchen and had worked there for more than 20 years.

She was also celebrating her 50^th birthday which was why the Assistant Manager Blaire Parrott ordered a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to the hotel and presented to her for her birthday.

However unbeknown to Blaire, Gary Playford had given her the day off.

“Well you’ll have to take them round to her house” she said crossly

“Can’t we just give them to her tomorrow” he said

“Oh give me strength” she retorted

“Is that a no then?” he asked

“Men” she snapped and slammed his office door

“I’d better take them round then” he said to himself

 

As it was a nice summer afternoon he decided to walk into the village and deliver the flowers.

He walked up the path to Sarah’s house and knocked on the door but when it opened, instead of the round and jovial Sarah he was greeted by someone altogether different, younger, skinnier and prettier.       

“Hello” he said with surprise

“Can I help?” she asked

“I was looking for Sarah” he asked, and indicating the flowers. 

“I’m afraid aunty has gone out for the day” she said

“Your Aunty?” he asked

“Yes” she replied “I’m staying with her for a while”

“I’m Gary Playford from the Hotel” he said

 

“I’m Michele” she said and smiled because she knew all about Gary Playford

“Why don’t you come in?”

“Ok” he said recognizing the look on her face

She led him into the sitting room while she went into the kitchen to put the flowers in water.

Michele Singer was a few years younger than he, tall and slim with thick back hair, she was a skinny girl but not in a boney way she just had a skinny frame, he felt sure she would be extremely flexible.

Her eyes were big and almost black and she had a huge toothy smile, which lit up the whole village.

“Would you like tea or coffee?” She called from the kitchen but he was standing close behind her when he replied

“I don’t really want a hot drink”

He was standing so close behind her that her pert buttocks were pressed against him. 

“Ok” she said and put the kettle down before turning to face him

“Perhaps you would like a soft drink or a beer” she suggested

Gary ignored her offer and before she could speak again he kissed her and the moment his lips touched hers she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and her arms gripped around his neck like a bear trap.

His hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly before both hands ended up on her tight little buttocks.

At which point she pushed him away.

“I’ve heard all about you” she said

“There may have been some exaggeration of my reputation” he retorted

“Oh I do hope not” she said and slipped out of her dress and stood before him wearing only white panties standing out in stark contrast against her black skin and he was just admiring her pert little breasts when she took him by the hand took him into the lounge.

She steered him to one of the armchairs and pushed him down and as he sat down he pulled her down with him so she was sitting on his lap.

Because she was so tall, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.

He cupped her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled it but when his hand left her breast heading for pastures new she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.

 

Michele steered him to one of the armchairs and pushed him down and as he sat down he pulled her down with him so she was sitting on his lap.

Because she was so tall, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.

He cupped her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled it but when his hand left her breast heading for pastures new she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.

 

Her body stiffened as his hand progressed and his finger frigged her roughly through the fabric of her panties and she let out a little purr of pleasure.

She squirmed on his lap and murmured as he entered her panties and his fingertips were amongst the coarse hair and when his digits descended into to the abyss of her creaminess she let out what could only be described as a growl.

He enjoyed every delicious sound she made, every moan and murmur.

Her thigh’s closed on hand hand at the point of climax trapping his hand but his fingers were still between her lips and he stroked her clit again and again and her thighs opened and closed on his hand then she came again.

Michelle she stood up and taking his hand she virtually dragged him towards the stairs.

He paused briefly on the bottom stair and asked

“Are you sure, given my reputation?”

“It’s because of your reputation that it’s yes, yes, yes” she said through gritted teeth and began pulling him up the stairs

Gary followed her up the stairs at pace and by the time he got there she was already on the bed.

He started undoing his belt and she lay on the bed licking her lips as she watched.

“Knickers off” he told her and she complied immediately without a second thought and no hint of shyness and when she was naked but for her crucifix she resumed her libidinous sentry duty.

He let his trousers drop to the ground and then pulled his pants down to expose his swollen cock and she stared at it with her big black eyes and a long boney finger slipped between her lips.

He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and she eyed him up and down appraising what she was about to receive.

“Are you ready?” he asked and she just nodded wide-eyed and open mouthed

He lay down and slipped his tongue into her mouth and as they kissed he was pushing her skinny thighs apart and then he was inside her.

Her gorgeous chocolate brown body was writhing beneath him.

Her head thrashed from side to side and so did her pert tits separated by her crucifix, which rolled back and forth in synch.

And he stared into her big black eyes as they came in unison.

 

“That was a nice surprise” she said “I thought living with aunty was going to be boring”

They got themselves downstairs and redressed just in the nick of time as the round jolly figure of Sarah was walking up the path.

 

When he returned to the Hotel Blaire asked him

“Did she like it?”

“Oh yes” he replied instantly

“Was she surprised?”

“She was indeed” Gary said

“That’s nice” Blaire said

“And did she appreciate the delivery?”

“Oh yes it was gratefully received” he said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (071) Alison and the Spa 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.

Nonetheless they met after his swim by chance and had sex in the cubicle and after that they became regulars.

 

For Alison’s 20^th birthday Eric took her to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and she was in paradise, there were so many ways to get clean and equally as many places to get dirty and for three days they were never dry especially not Alison.

But that momentous weekend became a turning point in their relationship firstly because it was during that weekend that their regular series of casual sexual encounters had turned into a relationship and pure lust turned to true love.

 

The second event that occurred was more basic though nonetheless momentous in its own way.

It was after lunch on their first full day at the spa, and Alison had demanded a servicing from Eric and took every ounce of satisfaction from him and after an hour of cuddling in the afterglow he took himself off to the shower to wash her not inconsiderable lust from his body when a few minutes later Alison joined him and with a wicked grin on her face she slid down his wet body and took him in her mouth sans condoms and gave him the best head he ever had.

When her performance on him had him erected to his peak she stood up wearing the same wicked grin and leant back against the tiles, and eased her skinny frame into the corner as droplets of water ran down her pale skin to her tiny breasts and dripped off her hard proud nipples.

Alison then let the small delicate fingers of one hand comb their way through her wet pubes before descending between her lips as Eric watched intently and began stroking himself in rhythm with her fingering, until she suddenly stopped and opened her legs as far the confines of the shower would allow, which Eric took as his signal.

He kissed the wicked grin off her face first and then as she laced her skinny arms around his neck he grabbed her buttocks and with his muscular arms lifted her easily off the floor and slipped even easier into her and his presence inside her was greeted with an appreciative moan and her gorgeous legs wrapped around him as he thrust into her and her buttocks slapped against the tiles.

The first of many smacks her cheeks made as he took her on to a juddering climax.

Afterwards he held her pinned in the corner of the cubicle panting hard and his knee’s trembling.

“I didn’t think you could give head without a condom” he said and kissed her

“It seems I can in here” she replied “Was it ok?”

His cock was still deep inside her so he twitched it and replied

“What do you think?”

 

Eventually he released her and she slithered down the wet tiles and Eric backed into the other corner and did the same and they just sat there with the shower spraying down on them for about twenty minutes.

“We’re getting good at this” she said reflectively

“Yes but I think we should still keep practising whenever possible” he said

“Absolutely” she agreed

Choice Tales from the Vale – (070) The First Adventure

 

Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund, were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.

The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”

“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks

“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed

“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.

Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.

But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.

She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.

In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.    

The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.

When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.

He paused by the bunk and felt himself rising in unison with the sun and after undressing he leant in and pulled the post it off and kissed her plump cheek and the stirring continued.

So he caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours of her arse towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips and at his first touch she was no more than moist, but she lathered up very quickly as he stroked her and she began murmuring softly into her pillow.

And as she warmed to his rhythmic touch and her muffled moans emanated from her pillow he penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.

After he had withdrawn his wet fingers from her pussy she swung her legs over the side and slid off her bunk so he could dispatch her on the lower bunk.

But as she slithered downwards with her legs flailing he took the initiative, and wrapped an arm around her waist and impatiently speared her before her feet could hit the floor.

Supporting her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle while his right hand grasped the edge of the bunk to give him some purchase while he fucked her.

But after a couple of strokes Sara planted her feet on the bottom bunk and held tightly onto the top one and moaned uncontrollably as he shagged her and her gorgeous little cheeks were slapping against his belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat.

Gary could feel himself on the threshold as Sara bobbed up and down on him like a monkey on a stick and then with a scream of satisfaction she went rigid, but he pressed on with the assault until he too climaxed and exploded inside her and then they fell backwards onto the floor.

While they lay in a post coital heap on the floor she said

“Was that adventurous enough for you?”

“It’s a start” he said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (069) Randy Mandy

 

It was in the early hours of the morning and Mandy laying partially clothed on the sofa and was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position as he left her when he pulled out of pussy and left her sullied and exhausted.

John was sitting in an arm chair and had also been sleeping but awoke to see Mandy wearing a T-shirt, rucked up around her neck, a denim skirt in a similar style around her waist and one sock.

And on close inspection of his own situation realised he was completely naked.

He looked around the room and there were numerous items of clothing discarded hither and thither and several empty wine bottles.

He was surprised to see that the semi naked girl on the sofa was Mandy, and he was surprised because they hadn’t really liked each other let alone fancy each other, but the evidence was plain to see.    

After a few minutes Mandy began to stir and emitted several satisfied sighs before looking over at John and giving him a smile.

Well more like a leer really and she rose from the sofa and on unsteady legs tottered her way towards him and giggled.

he offered her a half empty glass of wine and she took a drink and with another distinct leer dribbled wine onto his wilted cock and then Mandy giggled as she sank to her knees and began licking the wine from his stirring beast.

“I think I might fancy her now” he was thinking as she began sucking on him and when Mandy had finished licking every last drop of wine from his genitalia and had sucked him up until he was ready for action she stood up in front of him.

“Clothes” he said

“What?” she responded.

“Everything off this time” he told her

“Oh” she said giggling and blushing as she divested herself of the remnants of her clothing before climbing onto his waiting cock.

“This has been a surprise” he said “I didn’t think you liked me”

“I know” she replied “but I’ve fancied you for ages”

“I had no idea” he said as she rose and fell

“That’s why I had to get you pissed” she said

“But…” he began

“Enough questions” she snapped “let’s just fuck”