Choice Tales from the Vale – (287) New Year’s Eve

 

I was 18 years old and it was the first New Year’s Eve to hold any deep significance for me, it was the first time that I was old enough to be invited to the Country Club Fancy Dress Ball and it was also the night of my sexual awakening. 

It was about ten minutes after the singing of Auld Lang Syne and I had gone out onto the terrace for some fresh air, as my first ever experience of champagne had gone straight to my head. 

I had been there for about ten minutes and was just about to return to the party when I met the Black Widow coming the other way, or rather Alexa Norris dressed as the Black Widow.

“Hello darling” she said “Haven’t you grown”

Alexa Norris and her sister Carla were friends of my mother and were godparents to me and my twin sister, and were dripping with sexuality and I had always been attracted to them and all my earliest wet dreams involved them and so did my fantasies, but they were just that, fantasies, or so I thought.

Alexa was draped in sensual black silk and lace and little else apparently as the cold night air had erected her nipples to such an extent that I fully expected them to break through the silk

“Oh you like them do you?” she asked when she realised what I was looking at

“Yyyyes” I stammered

“I wonder how much” she mused as her eyes fell to the site of a definite lump in my Toga

“Quite a lot apparently” she giggled and as her lace clad hand settled on the lump I swallowed hard and my cock twitched, which made her giggle again.

“I was just going back in” I said falteringly

“Oh I don’t think you want to do that” she said and steered me to a more shadowy part of the terrace and pushed me back against the wall with one hand while the other one went up under my toga.

And in a moment she had extricated my cock from my pants and began to play with it deliciously

“You really have grown haven’t you?”

I was so aroused that had I been attending to myself I would have cum very quickly, but her expert handling of my cock kept me going, as she was wanking me in her lace gloved hand, taking me close as she held me in her experienced hand, she took me expertly to the very brink of blissful release time and time again only to let my passion recede until on the last time she let me explode into the darkness.

“There you are sis” a voice said and when I opened my eyes to look I saw it was Alexa’s sister Carla, who also oozed sexuality dressed as snow white

“Oh and I see you’ve found someone to play with” she said and looked first at my face and then at my receding erection

“Oh dear I seem to have missed all the fun, well that won’t do” she said and Snow White fell to her knees in front of me and greedily swallowed my cock.

 

That was my first real sexual experience and I’m pleased to say that it was not the last time that the Norris sisters indulged their sexual appetites with me, but I’ll save those stories for another time.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (251) The Great Bear and the Christmas Maid

 

Markus Zeiler was a great bear of a man, standing 6’ 6” tall, barrell chested with hands like shovels.

But he was brought to his knees by a skinny Little waif standind 4’ 11” by the name of Nikki Ashbee

They were both in their mid twenties, both had flaming red hair but he was a gentle giant who barely spoke and she was a little livewire who never shut up.

They also had in common the fact that they were in love, though neither of them knew that they were the recipient of that love.

Markus couldn’t imagine that a beautiful little thing like Nikki could ever be interested in him, and she thought he was probably looking for someone as quiet as him.

They both worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, she was a chalet maid and he was a general handyman.

Markus lived in Sharpinghead but Nikki was from Finchbottom and as the summer season was coming to an end she was running out of time, if nothing happened between them they would go their separate ways and were unlikely to see each other again, but if she got her way she would stay on.

 

Nikki finally got her man when they were on what was known as mothball duties, closing down those chalet that would not be needed during the winter season, which meant a major clean and then all the furniture was sheeted.

Because she was so tiny she managed to enlist the help of the gentle giant with moving the furniture, though she was more than capable of doing it herself, because she was much stronger than she looked, she just used it as an excuse to get close to him.

But it didn’t really help because she was such a chatterbox, even if he could have found the words he wanted to use he would have struggled to get a word in edgeways.

 

However every thing came good in the end when they were on their fifth chalet and Nikki decided she would make him get physical.

And she got all the physical she could handle and after that first time they couldn’t keep there hands off eachother and suffice is to say that she didn’t return home to Finchbottom and stayed on at Maxlin’s and spent all winter making love in whichever empty chalet they wanted.

 

It was over a  year since Nikki and Markus got together but they were as hungry for each other as ever and their second Christmas together was on the horizon and when November finally arrived Nikki decided it was time to decorate for Christmas but no one could remember where the decorations were put after the previous year.

After two weeks of searching every nook and cranny they were spotted in the loft in the staff block by the head of housekeeping, Christine Evans.

 

In the staff accommodation village there were rows of chalets, similar in design to the guest accommodation but much smaller, and at the center was the staff block.

This contained offices, store rooms and a common room, with comfortable chairs, where staff can sit around and relax, drink coffee and watch TV or just sit around talking.

 

Christine Evans hadn’t actually seen them herself as she had never been in the loft, because she was scared, partly of the dark but mainly of cobwebs and spiders, but one of her staff had seen them.

 

Nikki and Christine were stood talking in the common room when Markus walked through the door.

“Did you want to see me?” he said to Christine

“Yes, we’ve located the Christmas Decorations” 

“So come on big boy” Nikki said cheekily “it’s time to get the Dec’s down from the loft”

 

The entrance to the loft, where the Dec’s had been seen, was via a large hatch way in the common room ceiling.

Markus reached up one of his great paws and pulled the catch and the hatch swung open and then he pulled down the loft ladder.

“Are you going up?” he asked Christine knowing the answer

“No fear” she said and shivered

“Go on then Danger Mouse” he said to Nikki “You go first”

 

Without hesitation she was straight up the ladder and Markus followed quickly behind her so he could look up her skirt.

She knew that he would and frankly would have been disappointed if he hadn’t.

He enjoyed the view above the top of her long socks, but he had to resist the temptation to grope her cheeky little arse as she wiggled up the ladder.

He would have if Christine hadn’t been looking on.

Once they reached the top Nikki switched the light on and started looking around but despite the light the corners were quite gloomy.

So Markus switched on his torch which Nikki immediately snatched from his hand.

It was quite a large space and was used as an additional storage area during the peak season.

And during the course of the year the boxes of Christmas decorations, which had been put up there after the previous year’s festivities, were gradually pushed further and further back from their starting point.

“There they are” she squealed excitedly and rushed to the far corner of the loft.

She then got down on her hands and knees and began pushing boxes in Markus’s direction.

“Oh shit” she exclaimed

“What wrong luv?”

“The Angel has fallen out of the box” she said sadly “and it’s fallen down behind this thing”

The “Thing” she was referring to was the wooden “A” frame that held the roof up.

“There it is” she said as she shined the torch beam into the darkness.

It hadn’t fallen too far but it was difficult to get at because of all the boxes in the way.

“Can you reach it?” she asked you’ve got longer arms than me”

“A T-Rex has longer arms than you” he retorted and laughed

He clambered up but he couldn’t get close enough to the objective to bring his long reach into play.

“I can’t get close enough” he said as he crouched down “I’ll just have to move these boxes”

“That will take too long” she said impatiently

“I’ll just have to wriggle between the woody things, you can hold onto my legs so I don’t fall”

“Ok” he replied and she headed towards the biggest gap while Markus moved some of the boxes to accommodate his huge feet.

The gap she went for was a little above Markus’s waist height but it was higher for a skinny Little waif of 4’ 11”.

He was helping her through the small opening between the roof supports and as she wriggled and squirmed he kept getting tantalising glimpses of her pale blue knickers.

 

He was helping her through the small opening between the roof supports and as she wriggled and squirmed he kept getting tantalising glimpses of her pale blue knickers.

“How are you doing?” he asked

“I’ve almost got it” she replied “another couple of inches should do it”

“Ok” he said and manhandled her a bit further and in the process made sure he had and uninterupted view of her cute little arse

“What was that?” She asked as he pulled the hem of her skirt up towards her waist, brushing her plump little buttock in the process

“Cobwebs” he replied

“Ok” she replied doubtfully but he didn’t pay attention his mind was on other things.

“I’ve got it” she shouted triumphantly “pull me back”

It was when he began retrieving her small frame from the darkness when the view of jiggling buttocks before his lascivious eyes became a gift to precious to pass up.

She wriggled backward slightly and her legs started flailing about and to his absolute delight the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her bum cheeks.  

He could hear her muttering as she wriggled again and then wispy strands of curly red hair appeared visible against her white thigh.

Then there was another wriggle and he was rewarded with a view of her lips.

“Lovely” he said

“What was that?” she called but her ignored her because oportunity had knocked for the great bear.

Instead of possitioning her in the best place to extricate her he chose the best attitude for him to indulge himself.

He shuffled slightly to his right and turned Nikki so she was effectively on her side and lifted her upper leg and began kissing her exposed thigh.

“What was that” she asked with alarm “That wasn’t cobwebs”

In lieu of reply he used his great thumb to pull her knickers aside and then he noshed her.

“Oh God” she moaned “Stop that right now, we’ll get caught”

“Christine won’t come up here, she’s a wus” he replied as he opened her up to receive his tongue

“Oh God” she yelled

“Is everything ok up there?” Christine shouted

“Yes” Markus replied “We need to move a load of boxes to retrieve the Angel, we might be a while”

“Oh ok, I’ll go and put the kettle on”

“Good idea” he said and returned to his task

“You must stop” she pleaded “someone will come”

“And that will be you baby” he replied and pushed her thighs as wide open as he could but she was still completely accessible to him and he sipped from her fresh pink clamshell.

Nikki squirmed as his tongue explored the petals of her pussy.

Had he not heard her cum with that delicious sound she always made he would still have known the precise moment of bliss because he felt her body go rigid plus there was other evidence on her lips.

 

After he had noshed her juicy pussy to climax he retrieved her lips panting little body and lowered her to the floor.

“You are a very dirty boy” she sighed as she hugged him “And you used to be so shy”

“Are you complaining?”

“No I’m not” she replied definitely

“Good, let’s go to an empty chalet so I can get dirtier” he suggested so they delayed putting up the decoration until after he’d split her crimson whiskers in chalet 69.   

Choice Tales from the Vale – (244) Family Christmas Tradition

 

David Shoreman thought he had drawn the short straw when he had to drive from the family home in Abbottsford to pick up his 2^nd cousin Clare Pilkington from Dulcet St Mary on December 23rd.

But it was family tradition for the clan to gather together at Christmas and even though Cousin Clare was a pain in the arse she had to be got and it was his turn.

Although they were the same age, 35ish, were both single and shared a great grandfather, they had nothing in common whatsoever because he was an outgoing, personable and fun loving, whereas Clare was a dried up old witch, in his opinion anyway.

Clare lived alone in a big house, which she once shared with her deceased brother and parents, she didn’t socialize, she had never had a boyfriend or girlfriend for that matter and apart from the annual sojourn to Abbottsford for Christmas she was a bit of a recluse.  

She wasn’t really liked within the family in fact she was barely tolerated.

But the truth of the matter was they didn’t really know her and made little or no attempt to rectify that situation.

 

As he left Abbottsford it started to snow and the snow that had fallen ten days earlier was still evident on the ground so the fresh fall quickly settled.

He wasn’t keen on driving in the snow, and he didn’t like driving to Dulcet St Mary either, doing it in the snow just made it worse so he drove very cautiously. 

It was apparent that the snow was coming from the direction he was heading because as he was driving between the Finchbottom Expressway and the Dulcets the snow on the road was getting significantly deeper so he went even more cautiously until he finally arrived.

 

Clare looked the same as usual with her fine brunette hair scraped back off her face giving her a severe “Croydon facelift” appearance. 

She also wore the familiar black pinafore dress over a grey blouse and black wooly tights.

There was a polite though monosyllabic exchange of words on his arrival but he urged haste on the basis of the weather and she quickly locked her front door while David put her case in the car.

“I’m not sure how long it’s going to take to get to Abbottsford in this mess” he said as they set off

“I like the snow” she remarked

“Me too” he agreed “but not for driving in”

 

The road back to the Finchbottom Expressway was impassable so they tried the road to Shallowfield however they only got as far as Mornington and had to turn back.

There was another route across the Vale that went through Clarence but the likelihood that it was passable was severely in question.

“It looks like we’ll have to stay at yours and try again in the morning” he said

“Ok” she responded

 

When they got back to the house he couldn’t get the car all the way up the slope of the driveway so he had to leave it where he came to a stop.

It was only ten yards from the car to the front door but the snow was calf deep so by the time they reached the sanctuary of her house the snow had got into their footwear and Clare’s thick woolly tights were wet through.

“Make yourself at home” she said and ran upstairs

David took off his coat and wet shoes and walked into the lounge and took out his phone.

“Where are you?” His sister Karen asked crossly “we were getting worried”

“I’m at Clare’s” he replied

“What still?”

“Yes, the roads are blocked so I’m staying here for the night and we’ll try again in the morning”

“So you’re spending the night with Cruella?” Karen said and laughed

“I hope you’re going to behave yourself”

“Very funny” he retorted

“Good luck” Karen said

Just then he heard Clare descending the stairs so he said

“I’ll see you tomorrow”

Clare walked into the room and she had lost the “Croydon facelift” look and as her hair had been shaken out and tumbled onto her shoulders.

She had also lost the black pinafore dress, the grey blouse and black wooly tights, instead she had on a full length pink fluffy dressing gown, pink socks and pink bunny slippers, an altogether more frivolous version of Clare than he had ever seen before.

In her arms she was carrying some clothes.

“It’s only joggers and socks” she said “they were Clive’s, he was about your size”

Clive was her brother, who died in the same car accident that took her parents.

“Thanks” he said still reeling from the softer pinker Clare.

But despite the fluffy exterior she was still the same monosyllabic woman as before.

That was at least until she opened the first of several bottles of wine and then she didn’t stop talking.

 

Due to the snowy weather, which was showing no sign of abating, he was a captive audience as she sat and drank wine she slowly revealed herself.

After Clare opened the third bottle of wine she proceeded to reveal more and more about herself with every drink, but the more she drank the more she tended to ramble and she spoke a lot about time and sands running through her fingers and choices and not knowing, but he couldn’t really follow her train of thought very easily as the alcohol had taken its toll, so before she could open a fourth bottle of wine he took the initiative decided to steer her up to her room.

 

Once they reached her bedroom door he had to wedge her against the door jamb while he opened the door, unfortunately as the door swung open she fell into the room.

Dave instinctively reached out and grabbed her in an effort to prevent her from hurting herself unfortunately he overreached and fell to the floor before she did and landed on his back just in time for Clare to land on top of him.

“If you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask” she slurred before planting an almost Labrador like kiss on his mouth.

“I’m too much of a gentleman” he said after extricating himself from her embrace and struggled to his feet and helped Clare to do the same before steering her into the bedroom.

“But you’re not a gentleman” she said as he plopped her onto the bed “so there’s nothing stopping you”

She grabbed him by the lapels and planted another kiss on his mouth, much more controlled and unhurried and he started to reciprocate.

He had never noticed before but Clare was actually an attractive woman, who beneath her stern exterior was a warm open person, with an altogether pleasant demeanour.

She was not the person that the family all thought she was, she was not the persona she projected to the world.

Dave began unbuttoning her dressing gown and her kissing became more intense and she snorted through her nose.

He couldn’t believe he was in Cousin Clare’s bedroom, kissing her while he was undressing her.

His sister Karen would laugh her socks off if she knew he was snogging the “dried up old witch” and enjoying it.

It didn’t feel to him like he was fondling a witch, she was too warm, soft and tender and when his finger went between her lips he knew she wasn’t dried up either.

And when he was positioned between her thighs she stopped kissing him and said

“I thought this day would never come”

So as he looked into her eyes he slowly entered her.

 

On his way back from the bathroom he paused to gaze out of the landing window and the snow was still falling fast and then he climbed back into Clare’s bed and she gave a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.

“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on his chest.

“Tomorrow” he replied “if you still want me”

“Why wouldn’t I still want you?” she asked

“You may feel differently in the cold light of day” he pointed out

“I won’t” she assured him

“How can you be so sure?” he asked

“Because…”

“Because?”

“Because I’ve always wanted you” she replied

“In which case we can do it all day” he said and kissed her

“We have to drive to Abbottsford tomorrow” she pointed out

“It’s still snowing so we won’t be going anywhere tomorrow”

“What about the Family Christmas Tradition?”

“I suppose we’re just going to start our own tradition” he said

Clare lifted her head from his chest and looked at him coyly and said

“Then I hope it snows till twelfth night”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (140) The Christmas 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”.

And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.

 

After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.

But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over. 

And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.

But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.

Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlins holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.

Which was why they found themselves back in Sharpinghead in December on one of the big Santa’s Grotto weekends at Maxlins holiday camp where they planned making nerve tingling dirty Christmas memories.

The grotto was decorated with red and gold velvet drapes, adorned with tinsel and coloured lights, with a huge throne in the furthest corner surrounded by Christmas parcels and leading to the throne was a snow covered path and on one side of it was a festive tableau of snowmen and reindeer and on the other side Santa’s sleigh was parked.

And when they first saw it they looked at each other and Gary asked

“Throne of sleigh?”

 

When they first saw the grotto they looked at each other and Gary asked

“Throne of sleigh?”

“Both” she replied with a giggle

“Both it is then for my dirty little Christmas Trollope”

“Adventurous dirty little Christmas Trollope, if you don’t mind” she said

 

So on Saturday night they sneaked past security and made their way into the grotto.

“Come on Sara, the costumes are through there” Gary said and led the way.

Sara rummaged through a rail of costumes and after a few minutes she appeared holding a Santa suit.

“This one will do for you” she said “put it on and I’ll be back in a minute”

But when she returned she was dressed as an Elf, which consisted of a fitted tunic, in green with gold buttons, deep red tights, red and white striped knee socks and pixie boots with turned up toes and Sara’s hair was tied up and hidden under a red hat and to all intents and purposes she looked like a boy, but Santa was nowhere to be seen.

However she had a good idea where he might be and headed towards the grotto.

“There’s one more customer for Santa” She said and sat on Santa’s knee.

“I’m almost certain that you’re on the naughty list little girl” Santa said.

“I’m on the nice and naughty list” Sara said and giggled

“I don’t think I have any presents left” he said

“Oh please Santa I’ll be really good” she said and began groping at his crotch.

“I’m sure you’ll be good, but you’ll still be a naughty girl” he said as his hand explored up beneath her tunic and was surprised to find the crotch of her tights were already damp.

Sara tried to kiss him but the beard got in the way so she concentrated on his crotch.

“I think Santa has a present for you” he said

“Oh goody” Sara said excitedly “where is it?”

“I think you know very well where it is” said Santa as she vigorously stroked his cock.

While the Elf handle Santa’s cock, Santa was fingering the Elf through her tights until he poked a hole through the fabric and then he poked her.

After the hot and heavy petting they stood up and he bent Sara the Elf over Santa’s throne and yanked her red tights off her arse enough to expose her cute cheeks and her whiskered lips, then he removed the belt from his waist and threw open his jacket under which he was naked and he plugged his festive cock right into her creamy wetness.

“Do you like your present?” he asked

“Oh yes Santa” she panted as he banged her from behind “Oh yes I love it Santa”

She panted and moaned until that sublime moment when she yelled

“Oh my god” and Santa emptied his sack

 

“Damn” she said “that was really dirty” she said as he pulled out of her

“Now pull your pants up” Gary said and slapped her cheek which wobbled deliciously “Someone’s coming”

“Is it me?” she asked hopefully as she straightened up and put her hairy chuff away

“We need to hide” he suggested

“Ok” she said and they hid behind the velvet drapes until the security guard had gone, by which time Sara was horny again, doubtless spurred on by the danger of discovery, and the fact that she really was a dirty little Christmas Trollope, so Sara had her hand on Gary’s Cock again.

Then Gary let the slutty little Elf ride Santa to their mutual satisfaction in his sleigh.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (106) The Christmas Gift

 

Claire Jarvis 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 the only child of well to do parents who divorced when she was seven and as a result she had been thoroughly spoilt and was given everything her heart desired except the one thing she craved the most in all the world, their love and as a result she withdrew into her own world.

She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted redhead, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl who like herself was a 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.

But being in the close company of the three girls brought her out of herself and 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.

Although Claire was the oldest of the four she actually looked the youngest by some distance.

Despite the fact that she had breasts of a mature woman she had a baby face but she was destined to bloom into a very beautiful woman.

However of all the girls Claire found herself drawn most to Carole Bean.

The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.

But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.

It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.

Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.

Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years and they had some very exciting experiences together one of which was particularly memorable and occurred at the house warming at the house they shared.

 

At the end of the year they found themselves alone in the rented house on Christmas Eve, they wanted to spend a whole day of their first Christmas together on their own, and they would travel back to the Vale early on Christmas Morning to spend Christmas with their families.

They were all packed for the next day apart from the presents which were still sitting underneath the tree, just to make the place more Christmassy.

And all that afternoon and most of the evening Claire was like a child.

“Can I open a present?” she asked Carole every ten minutes.

“Just one, please, please, please” she begged and after several hours of it, she was getting right on Carole’s tits to tell the truth.

She kept picking up the presents, shaking them, squeezing them, and even listening to them until finally Carole relented and as she headed upstairs to the loo she said.

“We can open one present each before we leave for midnight mass”

“Oh Goody” Claire squealed

When she came back down stairs she was expecting to find Claire waiting impatiently by the tree to open a present.

But instead she found her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper loosely draped about her body and she wasn’t wearing any knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing anything at all.    

“You go first” she said

Once Carole had un-wrapped her present and thoroughly enjoyed the contents they were very nearly late for midnight mass.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (352) Boxing Day

 

Greg and Jane hadn’t got together until Boxing Day, because she worked at the pharmacy and they were duty Pharmacy for the Dulcet area on Christmas Day, and Greg had already committed to working Christmas, all be it before he met Jane, they were also working New Year’s Eve so in order to cut down on the travelling they booked a room at the Montague Beaumont Hotel in Highfinch, which was equidistant between Willow and Springwater.

So, on the afternoon of Boxing Day they both set off for their rendezvous, Jane from Willow, who made very good time on the relatively short distance, and Greg from Springwater who did not.

Greg got caught in a snowstorm and made very slow progress and his head was full of thoughts of his lovely girlfriend Jane.

It was 11 pm when he pulled into the Hotel carpark and when he looked up he saw most of the rooms were in darkness so he got out of the car and smiled because that meant she was in bed which was exactly where he wanted her.

Greg quickly checked in and collected his key card and headed upstairs.

Once inside the room he deposited his bags and went straight over to the bed where Jane was lying on her back, naked on the bed bathed in pale moonlight from the window, so he quickly undressed and joined her on the bed.

He lay beside her and kissed her lips but she didn’t respond, so he decided he should wake her up, beginning with her nipples, and having teased them to erection he took them in his mouth in turn, and he left her swollen saliva coated teats and watched her face for signs of wakefulness as his hand drifted across her belly to her fluffy black bush.

His hand dallied there briefly before coming to rest on her mound and he noticed she held her breath in anticipation of its progress so he knew she was only pretending to sleep, so after a moment his finger parted her lips like a hot knife through butter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.

The first strokes of his finger on her pussy just added to her lip creaming, and the subsequent ones had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath his hand and lick her lips.

When he slipped two fingers into her cunny she murmured in response to his penetration but despite his fervent attentions she still pretended to be asleep.

So having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night long he decided on a change of tack, in order to awaken her before he mounted her, or rather get her to wake from her pretend slumber.

Greg poked his finger as deep into his pussy as he could get it and made sure it was well coated with her cum when he withdrew it and then he screwed it up her tight anus and Jane gave a little squeal and then she was wide awake.

“You dirty bastard” she said and kissed him, so he positioned himself between her thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and made her suck in air through her teeth.

“Oh Greg” She said and closed her eyes again as he penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish beneath him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (351) Alone on Christmas Day

 

Twenty-nine-year-old Jane Bloomfield was attractive rather than pretty, 5ft 8, with pale blue eyes, black hair, skinny legs and disproportionally large breasts and she was alone for Christmas Day.

Although technically she was anything but, as the flat above the Pharmacy was full of people, so she was alone in the sense that her boyfriend Greg Monroe was in Springwater up in the Pepperstock Hills.

He was the love of her life and she hadn’t seen him since their dirty weekend in Abbottsford for her birthday treat the weekend before and she wouldn’t be seeing him again until Boxing Day evening.

Because she worked at the pharmacy and they were duty Pharmacy for the Dulcet area on Christmas Day, and Greg had already committed to working Christmas, all be it before he met Jane.

Every night she’s alone her dreams are filled with images of the man she loved and vivid pictures of their love making which were plentiful and was also why she woke up every morning in her bed, incredibly horny.

Most days she would wake early enough to stroke herself off, but before she could deal with her arousal on Christmas morning her 6 year cousins charged into the room and leapt on the bed before she even got her finger wet.

Plan (b) was to deal with her arousal in the shower while the twins had their breakfast, which was all going very well until the water went cold.

“Bollocks” she snapped and turned the water off.

“Perfect bloody timing”

That only left Plan (c) so Jane dried herself and returned to her bedroom.

She knelt on the bed facing her dressing table mirror with a large white bath sheet wrapped around her and slipped her hand inside the folds of towelling and resumed fingering herself and she was instantly back on track.

Jane lifted the towel up and exposed her fluffy black bush to the mirror and her finger flicked at her clit furiously until her body jerked forward, once, twice, three times.

She paused, momentarily emersing her fingers deep inside herself and regreased her lips and began again.

This time she frigged even more earnesty, and the towel fell away from her so she was completely naked and as she lurched and bucked she became aware of voices on the landing.

Her fingers never faltered in their purpose as she turned and looked to the door.

“Don’t come in, don’t come in, please don’t come in” she screamed in her head “Please let me finish”

The danger passed so she returned to her reflection and her torso jerked three times in quick succession and she soaked her fingers again before pressing on, as she knew she was on the home straight.

She began with her head back and her eyes closed, cupping her substancial breast, and panting hard.

Her breasts and buttocks were quivering in time with her intense fingering and when her upper body jerked forward in response she smiled at her reflection when she hit the sweet spot.

And then it was literally one spasm after another as her panting became hoarser and she began to vocalize with each successive jolt and she jerked further and further forward as she moaned louder and louder until she came one last time, ending in a panting moaning heap.

Jane remained doubled over on her bed for a full five minutes after she came, panting hard and when she raised herself up she first wiped first her fingers and then her pussy on the bath sheet and smiled smugly at her reflection before getting off the bed and going about her day.