Choice Tales from the Vale – (103) Studying 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 27 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.  

 

She lived in one of the converted outbuildings, which had a bedroom, a sitting room with a small kitchen area and a toilet and shower, it was only a small place, but she loved it.

It was two years since she started working for him and 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 because it was also two years since he first decided she was cute and he had fallen in love with her.

 

He did nothing about his attraction to her because she was only 17 at the time and he was 25 but he fantasized about them being together and especially the things he wanted to do to her, but as time went by it got more difficult because they were now Employer and Employee,

 

He got to bed late after doing the accounts and subsequently slept late the next morning then after he showered, he got downstairs and turned on the kitchen light, picked up the kettle and walked to the sink to fill it, but as he looked out through the rain spattered window he could see a figure moving about in the yard.

He could make out who it was immediately as it was impossible not to recognize the gawky gangling gait of Poppy Garvey.

He finished filling the kettle and put it back on the counter and flicked the switch.

Then he went to the back door and opened it.

“POPPY” he shouted

At first she carried on sweeping water away across the yard.

“POPPY” he shouted again and this time she stood up and looked in his direction and waved.

She looked like a drowned rat and her hair was plastered to her face and her short waterproof coat just served to divert the expelled water down to her dungarees, which were soaked up to the thighs.

“COME HERE” he called to her accompanied by a gesture.

She stopped what she was doing and trotted across the yard to the back door.

“Hi Colin” she said, her rain soaked face smiling, and then she shivered.

“Come inside, you’ll catch your death”

“Ok, have you got the kettle on?” She asked as she stepped onto the mat

“What on earth are you doing working in this weather?” he said crossly

“I can’t believe you’re working in this”

“That bloody drain is blocked again” Poppy said “we need to get them out again”

“So why didn’t you just call them, you silly girl?” he asked squeezing her dungarees until water dripped out.

“I didn’t want to water run into the stables” she replied

“Right get in there” he said and marched her into the utility “no more work today”

He then told her to get her coat and boots off and put them on the drainer then he opened the tumble dryer.

He took out the dry towels and a bathrobe that belonged to his sister Lucy which had already been washed and dried.

He handed Poppy the clean robe and said

“Take off everything you have on that’s wet, pants as well if necessary, and put them in the tumble dryer then put on the robe and come into the kitchen, ok?”

Poppy nodded and he went out and shut the door behind him and by the time she emerged from the utility he had made breakfast for them both.

After they had finished eating she said

“That was great thanks” and then she shivered

“No problem” he said and collected the plates

“I’m still worried about that drain though” Poppy said and shivered again

“Forget about the damn drain and go and have a shower and get warmed up, you must be chilled to the bone”

“Colin?” she began

“Yes”

“Would you mind very much if…?”

“If what?” he asked

“If I had a bath instead, I only have a shower and I only get a bath when I go home” she said

“Of course you can” he said and smiled and took her upstairs and showed her to the en suite bathroom in his bedroom, as it had a larger tub and would better accommodate her long gangly legs.

Colin then showed her where the bubble bath and lotions and potions were and he gave her some fresh towels and left her to it.

“Enjoy” he said, “Soak for as long as you like”

“Thanks Colin” she said “for everything”

“What do you mean?”

“Giving me this job and making me feel alive”

“I believed in you that was all” he said, “You did the rest”

He smiled and closed the door, what she didn’t realise was that his actions in helping her were driven by personal reasons, namely his love for her.

He paused outside the bathroom door and listened to her, and he would have loved to have undressed her, and bathed her, but he pushed the thoughts from his mind and went downstairs.

 

Colin sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and staring out through the rain streaked window.

After about half an hour he went into the utility room and checked the contents of the tumble drier.

He had no idea what was in there as Poppy had already loaded it he merely switched it on.

So firstly he took everything out, socks (still a bit damp) dungarees (still wet) t-shirt (dry) Knickers, big and navy blue (dry) and a white bra.

He put the dungarees and socks back in and closed the door to finish them off and then he took the t-shirt and the big knickers into the lounge.

Colin had already put her wet boots and jacket by the wood burner to dry and they were steaming happily.

He then draped her t-shirt over the clothes horse in front of the stove, it was dry he just wanted her to be able to slip into something warm when she got out of the bath.

He then prepared to do the same thing with her pants but as he handled the big blue cotton knickers he got that tell-tale stirring,

Which he tried to disregard as he draped the big blue knickers on the dryer next to the t-shirt and went to his study.

It was about half an hour later when she finally came downstairs

“Colin” she called

“I’m in the study,” he answered

The door opened and her mousy mopped head appeared around the door, her face was all pink and shiny.

“I accidently dunked the bath robe in the bath” Poppy said with a giggle “so I borrowed one of your shirts, is that ok?”

She stepped from behind the door wearing one of his denim shirts like a dress, she had the sleeves rolled half way up her spindly arms and the shirt tails almost reached her knees, her legs and arms were also pink from her hot bath.

In his shirt she looked even more of a tomboy and with her damp pixie cut hair she looked quite delicious.

He tried to push thoughts of her pinkness from his mind with great difficulty.

“No problem” he said “It looks better on you than it does on me”

She blushed and then he realised he’d said it out loud

“Your t-shirt and panties are on the dryer in the lounge” he told her

“The rest is still in the dryer” and then inexplicably he said   

“Big knickers? Very sexy”

She thought he was joking but Poppy’s pink cheeks went very red

“Big knickers are really comfortable for working in” she said before adding

“And there’s nothing sexy about me”

And then he found himself saying

“Everything about you is sexy”

“Don’t tease me” she said tearfully

“I’m not teasing”

“Don’t be cruel” she begged

“I have wanted you since the first day” he said

“You wanted me then?” she asked with disbelief

“Yes” he answered her truthfully

“I wanted you too, so why didn’t you tell me?” she asked

“Because I was 25 and you were only 17”

“So you didn’t want to take advantage of me because of my age?”

“That’s right,” he answered truthfully again

“And not because I look funny?” she said

“I never though you looked funny” he said “I’ve always thought you were cute”

“I want you to take advantage of me” she announced and she kissed him on the mouth, at first he resisted but his doubts melted away and it was so nice, it was like tasting forbidden fruit and her gangly arms wrapped serpent like around his neck

After a minute or so he fondled at her breast through the denim of the shirt and so she adjusted her body position so he could get both of them in hand.

Then he undid a couple of poppers on his denim shirt and slid his hand inside and onto her soft belly, but impatiently he slid it up to cup her small pliant breast and toyed with her rapidly erecting nipple and the kissing became more intense so with his other hand he grabbed a handful of shirt and pulled it upwards until it was touching her firm round buttock and her breathing was deepening with every snorting exhale through her nose.

Colin’s hands moved around onto her hip, pausing briefly before descending through her thick mop of freshly bathed mousy pubic hair and impatiently between her tender lips and the moment his finger touched her pussy she broke away from his mouth and was moaning loudly in his ear as he stroked her through the juice.

Poppy desperately clung onto him as he fingered at her and then she lifted one leg off the floor as his attentions became more intense and with the knee bent she drew her long leg up until her thigh was almost perpendicular and he made her come.

And they stood there for a few moments a strange three legged beast and then she sat down on his desk and he sat in his chair.

 

“Let me make love to you Colin” she pleaded and then Poppy leant forward, pausing briefly, and allowing him to see her tits hanging loose inside the denim shirt and then she kissed him slow and tender.

He felt a tug about his waist as she attempted to undo the belt of his robe.

First pulling at the wrong loose end, she gave a little chuckle as she kissed him and then she yanked on the other end and he was undone.

She threw to one side, first one half of the robe and then the other until his cock was exposed.

Her small, slightly calloused hands were trembling as she tugged on it roughly and then Poppy sat back on the desk and admired her handiwork.

As she sat on his desk he stroked her outer thighs as he looked forward to her sliding onto his cock as he sat in his chair.

But at the point of potential penetration a look of doubtfulness crossed her face and she said
“I don’t know what to do”

He just squeezed her thighs and answered
“Don’t worry honey, we can stop, we don’t have to do this now there will be other times”
“No Colin, you don’t understand” Poppy said

“I want to do it, but I don’t know what to do”
“Is this your first time honey?”
She nodded shyly
“Good” he told her and she smiled

“You don’t mind?”

“I’m glad” he said truthfully
“Now I’ll show you what to do, ok?”

She nodded again more confidently this time.

He told her how and where to brace herself and lower herself onto him. 

So she placed one hand on the desk and the other on the back of his chair and she was biting her lip and frowning a little with concentration as she lowered herself towards his waiting purple head and he gripped his shaft and held it steady.

Colin felt his helmet touching her creamy lips and Poppy's whole body trembled as her lips enveloped his knob and she grimaced as it entered her, then she stopped,

He still had one hand on his cock while the other was on her hip but there was panic on Poppy's face and she didn’t know what to do next.

“Ease yourself up honey” he said making eye contact “then down again slowly, only this time a little further and his right hand was now on her buttock, but she followed his instruction and down she came another inch and she let out a nervous laugh but her expression was less concerned

“And again Hon”

Up again and down, now she had another inch of him in her and this time no nervous laugh but a soft short moan instead.

Both hands were on the chair back now and both of his were on her arse, up again and down, another inch and a longer moan.

Poppy’s eyes were shut as she rose again and they opened wide as she slid all the way down his shaft and she moaned loudly at the deepest penetration and her gangly arms wrapped round his neck and she kissed him

“Good girl” he said

“You See, you could do it”

Poppy kissed his neck and began rising and falling on his shaft again and again until she jerked to a conclusion.

“Good girl” he told her kissing her shoulder

Poppy had made love to him and it was very nice but he hadn’t come yet and he had more to give her and he would because he could have her now.

“That was amazing Poppy” he lied

Poppy was very satisfied with her performance and her orgasm but she had no benchmark.

So popping her own cherry was only the beginning and he took her into the lounge and made her come again before she felt him explode inside her.

After that first delicious occasion when he sullied and soiled her he soaked in the tub with her before sullying her afresh before she had to go back to work the next morning.

PERSONAL SERVICE

 

Satisfyingly slutty

Down on her knees,

Dressed in black silk

Eager to please

Tempting and toying

The teasing bitch

Bringing me to the point

When I twitch

Then as her efforts

On me increase

I explode it that

Sweet moment of release

Choice Tales from the Vale – (102) Fallen Angels

 

Paul Freathy was 26 years old, single and lived alone in Dulcet St Mary.

He was a good man, very community spirited and did a lot of volunteer work.

Most of which was either directly or indirectly church related, soup kitchen, St Mary’s charity shop and the Roving Angels.

The Roving Angels had been in existence for about two years and was similar to the Street Angels, Street Pastors and other groups that had sprung up all across the UK in the previous 10 or 20 years and he was asked to join when they started up in Finchbottom and being community spirited he did.

 

The Roving Angels had made a really positive impact on crime and antisocial behaviour in Finchbottom town centre over their first two years particularly in the general vicinity of the bars and clubs.

They provide a calming presence on the streets late at night in situations where a police uniform might have the opposite effect.

In the two years since they began in the town, Roving Angels had contributed to a 29% fall in public place violence on the weekends.

 

Paul found it very rewarding but after one particular Roving Angels patrol his rewards were not related to his community spirit.

When on their last lap around the town centre of the midnight until one patrol he ran into Samantha Dornan, who was a couple of years younger than him, slim five foot four with long brown hair and hazel eyes, and his ex-girlfriend, his first girlfriend in fact.

And when he was 18 he took her virginity and she took his.   

He really loved her but while he was away at University they drifted apart which he had always regretted because he still loved her.

She was slightly the worse for wear when he first came ran across her and even more so the second time when he was in his car on the way home, and as luck would have it, his route took him past the railway station and the taxi rank and as he reached the former he noticed Sam staggering towards the latter and more alarmingly just behind her was the small bunch of lads.

So he pulled up just ahead of her and wound down the window.

“Do you want a lift?” he called

 

On the journey home to the Dulcets Sam passed out so he took her back to his house and set about carrying the drunken Samantha into the house and took her straight up the stairs and deposited her on the spare bed.

 

Later that morning, just after eight am, when he was awakened by Sam crawling into bed next to him, fully dressed, before she cuddled up close.

“I’m sorry” she whispered

“What for?” he asked

“For being a drunken bum.” she said “and embarrassing myself”

“As long as you’ve learned a lesson,” he said sagely

“Am I forgiven then?” she asked

“Of course” he replied “but what about Bella?”

Bella was her best friend who she had fallen out with the night before.

“I phoned her already and I’m off to see her now to make things up”

Then she kissed him and crawled out of bed again and she was gone and he went back to sleep.

But when he woke up from a restful dream filled sleep to find Sam was riding him, completely naked wearing nothing but a smile, gripping the headboard and looking down on him with a lustily smug expression on her face.

And from that moment on they were a couple again and furthermore she signed up for Roving Angels.

 

On their first deployment together he left his house Dulcet St Mary in his uniform and drove the short distant to Dulcet Green and picked up Sam, who he thought looked very cute in her shiny new uniform.

And thought back to the moment she first mentioned that she wanted help him with his voluntary work, including Roving Angels.

“Are you sure?” He asked

“Yes” she said “it’s important”

“I know it’s important but…” he began

“No I mean it’s important for “us”” Sam said

Paul didn’t say anything and wore a puzzled expression, so Sam continued.

“The reason we split up before was because we had separate lives, and we didn’t do enough together, I don’t want that to happen again”

So that was why she signed up for the Angels and he told her he loved her.

 

As it was her first time and Paul had been with the Angels since day one they were paired up and Paul and Sam went out together. 

It was an uneventful patrol which allowed Paul to show her the boundaries of the patrol area and pointed out the potential hotspots for later, he also showed her all the CCTV camera locations and identified areas not covered and crucially the radio dead zones.

 

Their second patrol was a busy one as it was a warm night and the slappers were out in force and where there are slappers there are young men looking to shag them.

But a little after midnight, they ran into a slightly tipsy Owen just leaving the Pump Room, Owen was Paul usual team mate.

The Pump Room was a fashionable if rather overpriced pub with bouncers on the door though it wasn’t clear if they were there to keep people out or to keep the punters in. 

“Give us a lollipop big boy,” Owen said

“I’ll give you a slap with a flip flop if you’re not careful” Paul replied

“That’s not the attitude” Owen said “and I was going to buy you a drink”

“I’m afraid I’m on duty sir” he replied

“I meant when you finish” he corrected me “you knob”

“Charming” he said

“We’re off to the Bell, meet us there when you’re finished” Owen added “both of you obviously”

“Ok, we might see you there” Paul said

 

As they were walking back to base they saw a most extraordinary sight on the other side of the road.

There was a girl squatting beside a parked car pissing against the hubcap, which to all intents and purposes sounded like it was being jet washed.

At the same time her friend, or at least Sam presumed she was a friend as they were engaged in conversation, was pissing like a horse against a shop door

But the most remarkable thing was that while this was all going on, a young man walked briskly down the path between them and said

“Alright girls?” as he high fived them both.

Sam was absolutely gobsmacked at what she was seeing.

But Paul, on seeing her reaction just laughed, he had seen it all before.

 

Paul and Sam finished their shift and returned to HQ at about quarter past one and the Debbie the supervisor said that as they had done two patrols they could call it a night, so after a little small talk they left.

Samantha’s first thought was to get home to Paul’s bed but Paul reminded her about the invite for a drink up at the Bell and she reluctantly agreed.

So they dumped their gear in the car and went off to meet Owen for a much-needed beer, but Sam still other ideas.

 

Paul and Sam dumped their gear in the car and went off to meet Owen for a much-needed beer, but Sam still other ideas.

And it was when they were walking passed the library, holding hands and chatting, that she formulated her plan.

Just after the library they turned left by the art gallery and down an ally which led into a cobbled courtyard.

“What are we doing here?” he asked

But got no reply and then what happened next took him completely by surprise as she kissed him and pushed him back against a rather magnificent bronze statue and began unzipping his fly.

Paul pulled his mouth away from hers and said urgently

“We can’t do anything here”

“But you said there was no CCTV coverage here because it’s a blind spot” she said using his statement against him.

“I did say that didn’t I?” he said and kissed her and started to play with her nipples through the fabric of her top.

Samantha had meanwhile not only unzipped him but had tugged him through the opening.

So Paul slipped his hand beneath the hem of her skirt and inside her knickers, amongst her whiskers and then he pulled her knickers aside and probed between her lips, which creamed up instantly.

So much so that she was ready to go and gripping his shaft tightly she offered it to her moist lips.

So Paul span her around and pushed her against the bronze and as soon as he thrust into her she moaned in appreciation and wrapped herself around him like a vine as he took them powerfully to a hot gasping orgasm.

They stayed in that blissful position for about a minute panting hard until she finally said.

“I think I need to pee”

“Good, can I watch?” he asked

“No you can’t” she said as he lowered her to the ground and she ran behind the statue.

But Paul positioned himself where he could watch as, with her back flush against the wall she slid down the it and squatted with her knees at right angles making her look like a skinny Sumo wrestler and then she reached down her hand between her legs and pulled her white knickers aside revealing her curly whiskers and then she smiled as she released a jet of piss the like of which Paul had never seen before and he found it very arousing, and so much sexier than the two girls earlier.

But what made it all the more arousing was the fact that she knew he was watching and still didn’t stop until she had pushed out every last drop and with a smile she let out a long sigh.

She then pushed herself back up to a standing position and sighed again and adjusted her pants and walk towards where he was standing and he turned away and pretended he had not spied on her.

“We can go for that drink now” she said

He walked towards her and kissed her

“No I think I’d rather take you home to bed” he said

“I was hoping you’d say that” Sam said smugly

DREAM LOVER?

 

Was our secret love as special as it seems

Or were our liaisons only in my dreams

Am I remembering those nights clearly

When your heartbeat only for me

And we satisfied all of our passions

In all their varied forms and fashions

Could it be our exertions were a fallacy?

Our sexual gymnastics just a fantasy

Were those sensual hours spent with you?

Or just an imagined lover’s rendezvous

Choice Tales from the Vale – (101) Early Rising

 

Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.

So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.

The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.

 

On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it.

But in the early hours of one Sunday morning he was violently shaken awake.

“You have to go,” Antonia said urgently

“What? When?” he said

“In about an hour” she replied, and giggled as she laced her fingers around his shaft.

“Now this is the kind of early morning call I like,” he said as she tugged on his cock and tongued his ear

Then in a trice Antonia was above him and rubbing her sticky heat against his awakening organ provocatively before she slowly slid down on him and like a whirlwind Antonia pumped herself on him again and again thrashing about above him like a ragdoll, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust.

One after another she satisfied herself on his rod, and all he could do was grab her arse and be mesmerised by her jiggling jugs.

Until her pumping action quickened and she came in a rousing crescendo and Antonia, panting hard collapsed on top of him, and panted contentedly

“Mmmmm” she exclaimed

“Another one for the bank?” he asked

“Ohhh yes” she said smugly  

 

Antonia had woken him early in the morning so he could sneak out before the neighbours were up and about; but she decided to wake him extra early so she could have him before he left.

 

She left him in bed on that dark Sunday morning in March while she went and washed the lust from her gorgeous body.

Paul smiled to himself and slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom.

He could see Toni’s well-defined shape through the glass, and he was already aroused before he opened the door and joined her in the cubicle.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked

“I’m just making sure you don’t miss anything” he replied

“I don’t think anything will be missed darling” she said and kissed him as her soapy hand took hold of his shaft.

“In fact I think I’m probably going to get everything”

“Yes you are” he agreed

 

Afterwards she phoned her mum and said she was running late as something had come up and after a lingering goodbye kiss by the back door he walked home across the golf course in the half light.

SHE CAME IN THE NIGHT

 

It was in the early spring

When nature causes sap to rise

Before the dawn in the early hours

When from the shadows she emerged

With an ethereal quality

She moved slowly in the half light

Of the flickering candlelight

Revealing her form in snapshots

Naked but for the flimsiest garb

Something filmy, delicate and sheer,

Which hung from her sylphish form

Like a fine cloak of gossamer 

A delicate silken web covered with dew

As she came closer her scent assailed my senses

Initially it cloyed in my throat, sickly sweet

Then intoxicated me like strong wine

Then she stood before me

Wearing the light gauzy fabric

Diaphanous and insubstantial

Which rendered her naked to my eyes

And I gazed into the hypnotic green of hers

The spell was broken by her sweet breath

Which plumed between us in the cold air

In rhythm to the heaving of her chest

Her breasts crowned by her arousal

My eyes moved from the erect sentinels

To the sable triangle below her soft belly

Then returned to be once again entranced

By the sultry green eyes of the seductress

In a silken movement she discarded the flimsy garment

And moved closer, only millimeters away

So close I could feel the beating of her heart

And with every breath she took

Her nipples gently brushed against my skin

Then I felt her hands on my skin

And electricity seemed to move between us

Her touch, soft and delicate on my skin

And as they moved across my body

It felt as though I was being wrapped in silk

Her lips pressed gently against my skin

As she kissed my chest, my neck, my throat

Then up to my cheek and finally my lips

Where she moistly kissed my mouth

Then without warning she became animal and urgent

As she pushed me onto the bed

Her nails dug deep into my flesh

And her mouth pressed hard against mine

Her tongue was darting into my mouth like a piston

Her hands sought me out and found me hard and pulsing

She tugged at my hardness, then enveloped me

Immersing me in her, coating me in warm honey

Her muscles were tight about me

As all at once she was rising and falling on me

Her mouth left mine and her tongue explored my ear

And her sharp teeth chewed at my lobe

Deep rasping breaths turned into loud animal moans

As her exertions became more urgent

Her mouth returned to mine as her passions grew

And when the first orgasm rippled through her

Her kisses turned to bites and she bit my lip

Then she began to lose control and she lost the rhythm

I gripped tight on her hips and imposed my beat

Her moans had turned to wails

And she whipped me with her hair

As she cast her head back and fourth with each stroke

Then that moment arrived

When we both stood upon the edge,

Of that most delicious precipice

Between the bestial coupling, primeval and base

And that joyful release of climax

I exploded inside her with an involuntary grunt

And she let out a banshee wail

All of a sudden I was wide awake

Laying alone, my skin moist with sweat

The bed in total disarray

I was breathing hard and

I imagined I could still smell her scent

And as I moistened my lips

I detected something odd

The metallic taste of blood on my tongue

Choice Tales from the Vale – (100) Yuletide Felicitations

 

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.

    

Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person

She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.

She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.

 

Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a massive impact on her, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy relationship that had developed between them after she had jumped him in an upstairs closet on his first day.

She had been promoted from head of housekeeping into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her alcoholic husband because she was now living in the Gate Lodge, and all of these things combined allowed her the time and opportunity to feed her appetites.

And all of these things combined allowed her the time and opportunity to feed her appetites.

 

It was just before Christmas when Blaire was sitting in her office opening the mail and she had a rather large parcel addressed to her personally, she opened it and found a gift wrapped present inside but she didn’t open it, she just read the card instead

“Have a very Merry Christmas Blaire, with love from a very grateful Guest”

“Well that’s lovely” she said to herself and then she read the back of the card

“PS – looking forward to dining in my room on New Year’s Eve”

Which caused her to blush scarlet.

The card was from Michael Foss, a guest whom she had seduced in his room after delivering his meal.

He didn’t realise when she walked in pushing a trolley that it was actually she that was on the menu.

But she was and he had dined from Ms Parrott’s a la carte selection many times since.

After she had finished opening the mail she then ordered what sounded like a very interesting sandwich from the kitchen which turned out to be rather boring.

And while she drank the cup of tea that came with it she decided to go and deliver a present of her own.

 

Blaire stood in the hall holding a Christmas package when she knocked on the door of his suite.

When the door opened she found Gary Playford standing there wearing a dressing gown.

“Happy Christmas Gary” she said beaming a big smile and holding out the package.

“Wow Happy Christmas Blaire” he responded, “come in”

“Ok” she said still smiling broadly “but no funny business”

“No funny business” he agreed and Blaire stepped inside

“You didn’t have to get me a gift,” he said to her as she sat down on the sofa.

“I think I do because last Christmas Ken was drunk for ten days in a row, we had no decorations, because he ripped them all down in a drunken rage, no tree for the same reason, no Christmas dinner because he spent all the housekeeping money on booze and there were no presents” she said and tears were beginning to form in her eyes

“This year, I have a new job, which I love, I have somewhere I can call home, I have my own office, I have money in the bank and a bright future ahead and it’s all thanks to you”

He tried to interrupt but Blaire continued

“If you hadn’t helped me, believed in me, I wouldn’t be here now having the best Christmas I’ve ever had, and I will always be grateful for that, and the other things of course” she added and blushed.

Then she stood up and gave him a big hug and an hour later she left his suite considerably moister than when she had entered it.

“So much for no funny business,” she thought as she walked down the hall smiling broadly.

 

Gary meanwhile was showering for the second time that day and as a result of Blaire’s Yuletide felicitations he was about forty minutes late leaving for a meeting in Shallowfield and Blaire needed a change of underwear.