Choice Tales from the Vale – (090) A Sylph Like Creature

 

Not just a beautiful young woman, she was a sylph like creature, so fragile that a breath of wind might dispel her in an instant.
She was almost an elemental presence, so slight and graceful was she and so light her footfalls barely left a mark, she was to all intents and purposes a mercurial nymph a spirit of nature.

She was quiet, like a whisper in the dark, she was that sudden cool breath that makes your hairs stand on end.
But this sylph like creature, gracile and gentle, turns into a different creature in the night when her hands caress her lovers’ full breasts, and her lips kiss nipples to arousal and her delicate fingers seek out the moistness of the maid.  

Choice Tales from the Vale – (089) Damsel in Distress

 

It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, which was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married. 

It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger. 

“Is Amanda in” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door.

Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.

As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.

“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”

He replied and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.

Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.

He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said

“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.

He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women.

They held that position for some time until Ellie’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below his waist began to stir itself.

While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, soft lips, hot mouth and an electric tongue.

Ellie’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free from the waistband of his jeans and when she had succeeded, her trembling hands were on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.

Her dungarees had buttons on either side of the waistband and Greg’s hands were on her hips and with great manual dexterity he undid both buttons simultaneously and his hands then mimicked the movement of her own and caressed the soft naked skin of her back.

Suddenly Ellie broke away from their embrace and backed towards the banisters.

 

There were still tearstains on her cheeks and her eyes were red but she had a broad toothy grin as her hands undid the straps on her dungarees and let them fall to the floor and she stood there in a white t-shirt and navy blue knickers and then she kicked her clothes and her flips flops aside and she returned to her previous task.

Ellie’s kissing became more intense as he turned his attention to her bra and released the hooks between her shoulders and replaced the cups with his hands and she snorted though her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipples.

It was very sensual kissing and Greg’s manhood was wide-awake and doing its best to burst out of his trousers.

So he pushed her back against the bannisters and his hand went without ceremony straight down, across her flat belly and into her pants and between her slippery lips and she moaned in his mouth.

Satisfied that she was sufficiently greased he hurriedly began dragging the navy blue knickers off her cute arse and he followed the pants down to her ankles and he knelt before her neat bush, the colour of dark straw.

 

Eleanor was running her fingers through his hair and as he was about to stand up he felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head back down towards her cunny.

He was ready to spear her, in fact he was desperate to spear her, but she wanted head first so in the spirit of chivalry he obliged her.

 

She was standing on one leg while she braced herself against the opposite wall with the other as he supped enthusiastically on her hot juices then Eleanor let him know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and he stood up.

Greg was wearing her juice all around his mouth and after he kissed her it was all around hers as well and then she quickly undressed him.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear as he got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable height to receive his cock and once he achieved it he slid effortlessly into Eleanor.

“Ohhhhh God” she uttered

Eleanor’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the bannisters.

But he only managed three thrusts when he lost his grip on her and he popped out of her cunny, so he let her fall slowly and slither down him and the moment her feet hit the ground he put one hand on her hip and spun her around the bannister post until she was on all fours on the stairs and he entered her again and fucked her to a mutually happy conclusion.

Still in that position for about a minute afterwards, panting hard and he said.

“What were you crying about anyway?” 

“I broke up with my boyfriend” she said

“Oh why was that?” he asked

“He said I was no good in bed” she replied

“Well I think you need a second opinion” he said and he withdrew from her and smacked her cheek playfully “Get upstairs”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (088) Meeting Poppy

Colin Weeks was a farmer up at Woodside Farm between Sharping St Mary and Purplemere although to all intents and purposes it was no longer a farm because Colin weeks kept horses.

After he and his sister inherited the farm from their father they rented out the majority of the surrounding land to neighbouring farms which gave them a reasonable income and allowed them to indulge their passion, which was horses.

It wasn’t a big yard but it was a busy one as his older sister Lucy operated a riding school from the farm.   

Colin was 25 years old and his life revolved around the farm and he rarely ventured into the real world.

He had everything he needed at Woodside and what he didn’t have he could order on the internet, well almost.

He had three permanent staff plus a number of after schoolers who helped out with grooming and mucking out, but the hardest worker he had by far was Poppy Garvey.  

 

He first met her when he caught her one night after she snuck into the stables.

He thought they had an intruder and crept into the stable block using the torch on his phone and in the gloomy light he thought he saw movement and then he felt a push against his shoulder but it was only a glancing one and he was able to stand his ground and reached out and grabbed his assailant.

“Got you” he said rather unimaginatively as he bundled the intruder towards a stall and pinned them there while he got a better purchase on them, there was a lot of wriggling and during the struggle he got a whack in the face so using the weight of his upper body he pushed them forward so the hands that they were employing to hit him with had to be used to support themselves.

However they weren’t done yet and alternated hands to have quick swipes at him.

It was at this point while trying to subdue the intruder that his left hand got a handful of plump tit, and as he held the small pliant little breast he determined his burglar was female, and his hand lingered probably longer than it should have, but it felt nice.

A bit of a minor adjustment and he transferred his weight forward so he had her completely pinned and with his right hand now free he grabbed hold of her arse and thought to himself it was definitely a girls arse, and he thought it a rather fine example in fact and again his hand lingered.

And it was at that point that his head was filled with very immoral thoughts but then he snapped out of it and slapped her buttock hard.

“Get out of here” he said to her angrily and walked back to the house and made himself a coffee and sat in the kitchen drinking it then about half an hour.

Later he went back out to the stables to lock it and when he looked inside, straight in front of him he saw a girl sitting on the floor.

She was a skinny waif like creature, with short mousy blonde hair, in a kind of loose pixie cut, although he suspected it was more by accident than design, and she was wearing a baggy tee shirt and leggings.

“Didn’t you hear me tell you to go?” he asked her

“Yes” she said meekly

“So why are you still here” he said directly in front of her

“Well?”

“I wanted to say sorry” she said quietly

“What were you doing?” he asked

“I just wanted to look at the horses” she replied

“How old are you?” he asked her

“17” she replied

“And what’s your name?

“Poppy” she replied

“Where are you from? Where are your parents?”

“I live in Abbottsford, with my mum” Poppy said

“So what are you doing all the way out here, and how did you get here?” he questioned

“I got a train to Purplemere which took all of my money so I walked the rest of the way” she said tearfully

“Have you eaten?” he asked and she shook her head

“Come in the house” he said “I’ll make you something”

So Colin took her in the house and sat her in the kitchen while he made her bacon and eggs, which she polished off in no time flat.

And then as she was sitting drinking a hot chocolate Colin gave her the phone.

“Call your mum and let her know you’re safe” he said

“And tell her you’re staying here for the night”

 

He looked at her as she chatted excitedly to her mum and he thought how lovely she was.

It’s true she wasn’t stunningly beautiful but there was something about her Elfin features, a distinct cuteness, she was a tomboy certainly, but quite sexy for all that.

When she hung up the phone he asked

“Why horses?”

“I’ve always liked them” she said

“Have you ever ridden?” he asked and she shook her head

“Mum never had spare money for riding” he explained

“Have you ever worked with horses?” he asked

“I tried getting a job at a stable but they either wanted small girls or experienced girls” she replied

He looked at the lanky gangly young girl and could see why she missed one criteria but he couldn’t understand the other one after all how do you get experience if no one gives you a start.  

 

The next day as he drove her to Abbottsford he asked

“Does your mum work?”

“Yes” she replied, “She works really hard”

“What about you?”

“Yes, part time at a supermarket” she said “but I leave college in three weeks so I need to go full time”

“Do you want a full time job?” Colin asked her

“Yes” she replied immediately

“What do you want to do?”

“I want to work with horses but I’ll do whatever I have to do to help mum” she said earnestly

“So if I offered you a job, would you be interested?” he asked

“What?” she exclaimed

“Would you be interested in a job at the stable?”

“Oh yes” she said excitedly “Yes I would”

“Ok, we’ll give it a try” he said as he pulled up outside her house

“If you promise you won’t let me down?”

“No way” she said

“Shake on it then” he said and held out his hand and She shook his hand and looked him squarely in the eye.

“You do realize you’ll have to live at the farm?” he said

“Of course” she replied

“Well talk it over with your mum and let me know” Colin said and gave him a card with his phone number on it.

 

Well she did talk it over with her mum and she started working at the farm in May and he never regretted taking a chance on her.

Because from the very beginning she worked every hour God sent and she sucked up knowledge like a sponge and she became invaluable to him, on every level. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (087) House Warming

 

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, while 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.

 

So having overcome their initial difficulties of not being accepted in each other’s worlds and having set out to make a world of their own, they made the decision, after a year of courting to move in together.

 

 

So having overcome their initial difficulties of not being accepted in each other’s worlds and having set out to make a world of their own, they made the decision, after a year of courting to move in together.

 

Samantha was from Tipton in the north of the county but when she fell in love with Bob she also fell in love with the Vale so they decided on buying a house in Forestdean that needed a bit of TLC.

Bob spent a lot of time doing up the house he was good at DIY so he had been staying in the house all week decorating and doing some repairs while Samantha was away on business.

 

He was up early on Friday morning which was just as well as at 8 o’clock Samantha arrived at the house dressed in joggers and a T-shirt, not her normal apparel at all, in fact he had never seen her dressed down to that degree and he was quite surprised that she actually owned a pair of joggers.

“Can I help?” he asked

“It’s me you fool” she replied

“Who’s me?”

“Your girlfriend” Samantha said

“No, no, not dressed like that you’re not”

“These are my working togs” she said

“And it’s no good putting on that posh voice either” he said and laughed and then he kissed her

“What are you doing here?” he asked “I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow”

“I wrapped it up early so I could come and help” she said

“And I missed you”

“I missed you too” he said and kissed her again

“So how have you got on?” she asked

“Pretty good, the dining room and the lounge are done they just need tidying and the furniture putting back” he said “So if we do that I’ll let you take me to lunch”

“Well the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” Samantha said cheerily.

So Samantha set about dusting and hovering the lounge and dining room while Bob started carrying things in from the garage and by eleven o’clock they were almost finished, there was just one small sofa to bring in and then they were done.

So the two of them set about the task and having maneuvered it through the hall and into the lounge all that was required was to push it into place and with both of them pushing it moved easily into position.

Which was when with the job done, and Bob suitably positioned southwest of Samantha’s casually clad arse, he thought he might give her a house warming present so he put his hands on her shoulders and said

“Thanks Sam, it would have taken ages without you”

Samantha leant back against him and he kissed the top of her head, then he ran his hands slowly down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.

 

Which was when with the job done, and Bob suitably positioned southwest of Samantha’s casually clad arse, he thought he might give her a house warming present so he put his hands on her shoulders and said

“Thanks Sam, it would have taken ages without you”

Samantha leant back against him and he kissed the top of her head, then he ran his hands slowly down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.

Samantha leant her head back so she could look up at him and said with a smile.

“We haven’t got time for that”

“I think we do” he said and bent down and kissed her smiling lips and as he did so Bob began pulling the front of her t-shirt up so he could get a better hold of her tits.

“Oh no you don’t” she said and leant forward pressing her tits against the back of the sofa, denying him access and giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Playing hard to get are we,” he said and quickly lifted the back of her shirt up and unfastened her bra

“You sneaky git” she said still laughing, but pressed her front even tighter against the furnishings denying him admittance to her un-holstered breasts.

So a change of tack was called for and he temporarily abandoned his quest for breast and got his hand inside her jogging bottoms instead, but Samantha instantly countered his new assault by pressing her pelvis up against the frame of the sofa and wouldn’t let him get to her prize.

This left him only one option, which was to spin her around and push her backwards on to sofa.

She was laughing as she span around and then let out a girlish yelp as she landed on her back.

Samantha’s legs were sticking up in the air so he grabbed one ankle so she couldn’t get up again and then yanked her joggers and pants off her arse before she knew what was happening and from then on it was relatively simple to pull them off over her ankles despite the fact she was trying to kick her legs.

“We really don’t have time,” she said still giggling

“Well you’re almost naked now” he responded as he unzipped his jeans.

Samantha’s cute little arse was parked on the arm of the sofa while her head and shoulders were on the seat pad, as a result of which her fanny was looking up at him.

As Bob immobilized her legs with one arm he placed his hand on her neat bush, combing her pubes with his fingers and the slipping his thumb along her moist crease and Samantha stopped giggling and moaned softly instead

“We’re going to be late for lunch” she purred as he rubbed her gently

“Then the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” he said using her own words against her as he glided into her.

The moment his shaft was well inside he released Sam’s legs and she relocated them either side of his head and crossed her ankles behind his neck.

There were no more protestations about a lack of time only murmurs and moans of pleasure as he made love to her and the sofa moved inch by inch across the room as her moans grew louder until right on cue when the sofa would move no further, neither could they.

“Welcome to your new home” he said and she giggled.

Molly’s Folly

Molly Curtis was a nurse at the Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford as was, on off girlfriend Samantha Elliott.

When they first met Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love she was all about the sex.

The other difference between them was that Sam was gay and only gay, she had never had a man, whereas Molly swung both ways and as often as possible.

But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.

One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her cousin Simon Fisher who was a salacious writer who had a house in Bushy Down.

It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Simon put it about as much as she did.

Molly had suggested to Sam that a weekend away would be nice, a change of scenery which could only help their relationship, although that wasn’t all that Molly was planning.

She proposed a surprise visit to her cousin’s house on the pretence od using it as a base for the weekend.

Samantha however saw through this ruse immediately and refused to go.

“You only want to go to Simons so you can have unnatural relations with him” she said

“That’s not the reason at all babe” Molly said, “The thought never crossed my mind, honestly”

A long protracted argument ensued and ended with Samantha saying

“You have to promise you won’t have sex with Simon, or I’m not coming”

“Nor am I by the sounds of it” she thought to herself

“Ok I promise” she lied

 

On the journey down from Abbottsford, Molly was in reflective mood as she mulled over in her mind the different scenarios that might lead to her getting what she wanted from her kissing cousin without Sam finding out.

However when they got there the found the house in darkness and no sign at all of Simon.

The reason for that was that at that precise moment he was in a bus shelter snogging a bald Anglo American girl by the name of Dakota, after a drunken evening in the pub.

However a snog was all he got and it appeared to all intents and purposes that Molly was going to get less that that.

 

When Simon arrived home nursing his aching balls, he was surprised and pleased to see Molly’s car parked out side the house, he put his hand on the bonnet and it was still barely warm to the touch so he figured it must have been there a while.

His first thought was to go and find his kissing cousin and she how hot her engine was.

The house was in complete darkness so he assumed Molly had already turned in but he knew how to wake her up and what with.

 

He went into the lounge and sat down on the sofa to take off his shoes, but due to a combination of excessive alcohol and a ridiculous number of late nights, which had taken their toll on him, he promptly fell asleep and woke up there 6 hours later.

When he did wake up he still had the vivid images in his mind of naked hairless women performing every conceivable sexual act on him and as a result of his sensual dreaming he was sporting a spectacular early riser.

That wasn’t the only stiffness he felt when he rose from the sofa but he thought a hot bath would sort that and he had other plans to ease his other stiffness.

 

Before he went to surprise Molly, Simon stood in the downstairs bathroom trying to piss, not easily achieved with a boner, he found adopting the ski jumper stance was the most effective but by no means fool proof.

He would have to mop that up later he thought.

Once he had finished he looked down at his erection

“So what are we going to do with you?” he said

The leading contender was of course Molly who was A) a nice comfortable shag and B) in the house at that very moment.

“She’ll do,” he said and quickly undressed, had a wash in the sink, cleaned his teeth, rinsed with mouthwash and squirted liberally with deodorant and then addressing his erection, said

“Now let’s go for a spot of borderline incest”

He crept upstairs to the spare room and slipped into bed, Molly was lying on her side with her back to him so he cuddled up and spooned her.

“Mmmm” she murmured as he nuzzled her neck and slid his hand round on to her breast.

As he toyed and teased her nipple he kissed her skin and breathed in her perfume, which was an unfamiliar fragrance.

He moved his hand swiftly down her belly and she parted her thighs in anticipation of his digits arrival.

“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer and then were awash between her lips.

“Good old Moll” he thought always keen as mustard

Before very long she reached around and took hold of him and guided his erection roughly inside her  and she buried her face in the pillow to supress the animal grunts that escaped her as he fully entered her.

 

She relaxed and they lay still for a moment enjoying the afterglow then he patted her arse, kissed her shoulder and withdrew.

“I’ll see you later babe” he said

“Mmmmm” she murmured

Simon slipped out of bed and left the room, his manhood still wet from its outing and to his surprise he met Molly coming the other way, wrapped in a damp towel.

Simon did a double take, thinking how the hell did she get out of the room before him.

Molly didn’t speak at first, she just looked at Simon and then his wet semi hard cock, then at Simon again and then back to his shrivelling dick.

“You just fucked Samantha,” she said accusingly

“While I was taking a bath, you fucked Samantha” and then she laughed.

“I thought it was you,” he said in his defence

“You didn’t notice anything different?” Molly asked

“It wasn’t your usual perfume” he replied

“Really?” she said inquisitively “You noticed my perfume was different but you didn’t notice the fact I’d grown a huge arse”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say about your friend,” Simon said reproachfully

“She’s not my friend, she’s my girlfriend” Molly corrected him

“Ah” He uttered “I just thought you’d filled out a bit”

“Filled out a bit, filled out a bit,” she repeated disbelievingly “How could you not tell I’d grown two dress sizes?”

She said and punched him on the arm but then she was laughing again

“Her arse is much bigger than mine” she reiterated and punched me again then she looked at his droopy cock again.

“Isn’t it”? And Simon nodded

Molly disposed of her towel and displayed her wares in front of him.

“Just to remind you what a tidy body looks like” Molly said and then she knelt down in front of him and removed all trace of Samantha from his cock and sucked him back to life, then she stood up and kissed him.

“Did you know that Samantha told me I couldn’t fuck you this weekend,” she said cocking a thumb in the direction of the spare room “And then she gets fucked instead”

“Well all bets are off” she said as she gripped his shaft and led Simon like a bull to slaughter to his bedroom.

“Now its time for the real Molly Curtis to get some”

THE WONDROUS BEAUTY

 

The wondrous beauty

Of your pale white skin,

That seductive landscape

Pure as exotic silk

Fresh as winter snow

And as cold as your heart

Choice Tales from the Vale – (086) Private and Confidential

 

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.

Although in truth he was rather ambushed.

 

But despite Gary’s predilection for shagging anything with a pulse he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side and it was becoming a popular venue for functions.

 

His father was particularly pleased with him, there had been no reported scandals and he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel, and so he invited him up to London for the weekend for a celebratory meal.

 

The meal was good and it was nice to see his parents but he didn’t stay the whole weekend as he was missing the quiet of Clayton.

And in truth he was a little embarrassed taking all the credit for the success at the Clayton Manor.

Because the truth of it was that his success was as a result, in no small measure, to his decision to promote the former head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott.

The decision was rather forced on him after Stanislaw Gorski tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Playford Palace group for ten years and had been the Assistant manager at the Clayton Manor for 5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.

So when Gary Playford was parachuted in over his head it was just too much for him to take.

 

The decision to promote Blaire was rather forced on him after Stanislaw Gorski tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Playford Palace group for ten years and had been the Assistant manager at the Clayton Manor for 5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.

So when Gary Playford was parachuted in over his head it was just too much for him to take.

His departure left Gary in a very difficult position as he needed someone who knew the place inside out and Blaire was the only person that fitted the bill so he offered her the job.

However after her physical assault on him in an upstairs closet on his first day they had become fuck buddies and so she was reluctant to accept the job and it took some persuasion.

“I want you because you know the hotel and the staff and you’ll be a first rate assistant manager” he said “so are you going to take it?”

“Yes” she said

“Good”

On her way out of his office she paused by the door and said

“There is one condition though”

“What’s that?”

“I would still like to be your fuck buddy” Blaire said 

“No problem”

 

Gary felt very pleased with himself for persuading her although it was for purely selfish reasons.

And those staff members who thought her promotion was down to sex were not that far from the mark, though not in the way that they meant.

Having Blaire as assistant manager, who was not only hard working and diligent but could also handle the guests very well, meant he could comfortably leave her in charge while he was doing what he did best, seducing women.

 

On Saturday night after a lavish meal Gary said goodbye to his parents and drove back to Clayton and it was 4 am when he pulled up outside the hotel, and he was surprised to see there were lights still burning in his office so he decided to investigate, and on looking through his office window he saw Blaire was asleep in his chair behind his desk.

Gary smiled and then turned and headed to the entrance and when he reached his office door he could clearly see her sleeping behind his desk.

 

Blaire Parrott was five foot eight with substantial breasts and long shapely legs.

But in his leather chair she looked quite small, almost childlike, her head, with her pixie cut red hair was turned to the side and she had an angelic look on her face.

It was a pretty face that he was very familiar with, although more often than not it was not quite as angelic as he was more familiar with it being distorted by an orgasmic grimace.

 

Blaire was 26 years old and she had worked at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two of those, and was now the assistant manager, and it was something of which she was very proud, to have been promoted was a great achievement and the majority of the staff were pleased for her, although one or two put it down to her being rewarded for services rendered.

She was married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years, which was why she was so receptive to Gary’s attentions.

As she slept in his chair she was wearing a turquoise green skirt, a rather creased white blouse and black opaque tights.

He tip toed in and closed the door behind him then he sat on the corner of his desk and watched her sleeping.

 

26 years old Blaire Parrott was married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years, which was why she was so receptive to Gary’s attentions.

she had worked at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two of those, and was now the assistant manager, and it was something of which she was very proud, to have been promoted was a great achievement and the majority of the staff were pleased for her, although one or two put it down to her being rewarded for services rendered.

 

As she slept in his chair she was wearing a turquoise green skirt, a rather creased white blouse and black opaque tights.

He tip toed in and closed the door behind him then he sat on the corner of his desk and watched her sleeping.

“Good morning” he said as she opened her mesmerizing green eyes.

“What are you doing here?” she said startled “I thought you were in London”

“I was, I came back early” he replied

“More to the point, what are you doing here?”

“Kenny” she replied

Kenny was her alcoholic husband.

“What’s he done this time?” he asked

“He’s drunk” she replied

“So what’s new” he said ironically

“But this time he’s been hammered for ten days straight” 

“You should leave him” he said

“And go where? And do what?” she snapped “He’s blown all our money on booze, there’s nothing left for me to start again on my own”

“But he’s never going to change” Gary said

“I know” she agreed resignedly

“So why don’t you live in?” he asked

“I need something more than a maid’s room” she said sinking back in the chair

“That wasn’t what I had in mind” he said  

“I don’t know what you mean” she said with a confused expression on her face and then when the confusion cleared she said “oh no I can’t live with you”

“God I wasn’t suggesting that” he said with horror

“You don’t have to sound quite so horrified” she said

“Sorry” he said “but what I was suggesting was the Gate Lodge”

“Gate Lodge?” she responded

“Yes it’s the building down by the gate”

“I guessed that much, what about it?” she asked

“Well apparently when Stanislaw Gorski was assistant manager use of the Lodge was part of his package” Gary said

“No, Stan lived in the village” she corrected him

“Out of choice” he said “but he didn’t have to”

“Are you sure?” she asked

“Yes I saw it in his personnel file the other day”

“What were you looking at that for?” she asked

“I had to do a reference” he replied “his file is still on the desk somewhere”

He said as he glanced over his shoulder and all of a sudden she rose up from the chair and reached over and grabbed the file marked “private and confidential” and began reading it.

“You were telling the truth” she said “So I can live there”

 

“I had to do a reference” he replied “his file is still on the desk somewhere”

He said as he glanced over his shoulder and all of a sudden she rose up from the chair and reached over and grabbed the file marked “private and confidential” and began reading it.

“You were telling the truth” she said “So I can live there”

 “Why would I lie?” he asked affronted

“I thought you were just being nice” she said as she leant over the desk reading it

“That doesn’t sound like me” he said

”No it doesn’t” she agreed

“You cheeky cow” he said and pinned her to the desk and tickled her mercilessly until she was laughing so hard no sound was coming out of her.

And when he had finished and let her regain her breath Blaire started to rub her arse against him.

“So you want to play do you?”

She didn’t answer him but let out a long steady exhale through her nose and then she pushed again against the lump in his trousers.

He repositioned his stance and began hiking up her skirt and released the pressure against her to allow the fabric to pass between her arse and his bulge.

She was bent over his desk with her full weight on her palms and the hem of her skirt halfway up her back.

He was about to grip the waistband of her tights and yank them down as he often had before,

“Stockings eh?” he said

“I found that the Tights made me too hot” she replied

“It’s not possible for a woman to be too hot” Gary said

“But Stockings make you hot” she said and rubbed her pantie covered cheek against his bulge

“Very true” he agreed and pulled her black panties smartly downwards

So with her knickers safely around her knees he undid his trousers and sat in the chair with his cock stiffly on parade

“Come on then Blaire if you want to play” he commanded

Obediently, his understudy, who still had her hands on her desk shuffled backwards and lowered herself until she was squatting on his shaft and then rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down making wonderfully dirty sounds as she did.

But despite her skill as a lover, given the unorthodox position, inevitably Blaire lost the rhythm so Gary with his balls fit to burst, used one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push himself up from the chair and stood up with his cock still inside her and finished her over the desk.

 

She was still laying bent over the desk sighing with her bare arse and bejewelled fanny on full display while he redressed.

He bent down and kissed one cheek and caressed the other and said

“Go and get some sleep, in one of the vacant rooms”

“Ok boss” she purred

“And tomorrow get housekeeping to prepare the lodge and then you can move in”

“Thank you Gary”