THE GAME OF LUST

 

Tongue and fingers

Toy with your treasures

Erotic playthings

Enhance our pleasures

A base carnal urge

That primitive must

Satisfies desire

Of our guiltless lust

Choice Tales from the Vale – (105) The Railway 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.

 

It was a frustrating day, rain and thunder took the woods out of play, a group of 50 scouts were monopolizing the assault course, and there was a guard by the disabled toilet, so they were facing a bunk up in a bunk bed, not particularly adventurous.

But Gary had an idea, as he often did, and Sara knew he did because he was wearing his dirty old man leer so she knew she was in for something even if she didn’t know where.

His idea was a train ride and they got the slow train from Sharping St Mary that looped around the Vale.

They sat in the main carriage as the train rattled its way through the countryside

“I think trains make me horny” Sara said quietly

“Everything makes you horny lately” he said

“I haven’t heard you complain” she pointed out

“I’m not complaining now” he said “let’s go and find somewhere to scratch your horny itch”

 

They sat in the main carriage as the train rattled its way through the countryside

“I think trains make me horny” Sara said quietly

“Everything makes you horny lately” he said

“I haven’t heard you complain” she pointed out

“I’m not complaining now” he said “let’s go and find somewhere to scratch your horny itch”

He took her hand and they left the carriage quietly and made their way to one of the first class carriages.

They opened the door and drew the blinds on the corridor side and Gary thought it a perfect location with the Finchbottom Vale scenery passing by their scene of debauchery.

Sara clearly had a similar idea, as the moment the last blind was pulled down wriggled out of her skirt and was naked beneath it.

Gary stood briefly admiring her fluffy bush and asked

“When did you take your knickers off?”

“I didn’t put any on” she replied

“You dirty mare” he said impressed and then she pulled her top off over her head and he inched forward and ran his fingers through her lush growth.

“I think trains do make me horny” she said as he worked his fingers towards her minge.

“And like I said before, everything makes you horny” Gary said as his digits progressed through her damp whiskers and tentatively probed at her quim and she leant back against the window and while he kissed her he fingered her slippery slit.

“Mmmm” she moaned in his mouth and opened her thighs wider allowing him to slip two fingers into her creaminess.
And as he frigged her and Sara came loudly and she closed her thighs on his hand and held it there until he freed himself and maneuvered her to the seat where she climbed on to all fours and presented him with her pink moist blossom so he knelt behind Sara’s lovely naked body and slipped into her syrupy quim.

“Oh that feels so good Gary” Sara said “So hot and so dirty”
Sara had her face pressed against the glass admiring the quaint Finchbottom scenery as the train travelled through the Vale as he skewered her wriggling squirming form and her hot panting breath huffed up the glass as he brought her to juddering climax and Sara screamed, a second later he erupted inside her.
When he withdrew his sticky shaft from her quim she rolled onto her back and purred

“That was so good”

Fortunately, they had finished their Adventurous shag in a timely fashion as a few minutes later as they were leaving the compartment the inspector was coming the other way and they both laughed.

A TASTE OF HONEY

 

Drawn by scent

Like a bee

To a flower

Probing, amidst

Pink open petals

I sip the nectar

Choice Tales from the Vale – (104) The Girl with the Flaming Red Hair

 

John Coe had spent the day sailing on Teardrop Lake and as he approached the jetty, he saw a figure standing there.

The first thing he noticed was the sun on her red hair turning it to a blazing fire as it tumbled down onto the white flesh of her shoulders.
The next thing to catch his eye were the pastel shades of her meagre top which struggled to contain the vibrancy of her wondrous breasts.
His eyes then moved on to her naked midriff which tantalized with a glint of sun on an adornment in her navel.
The waistband of her skirt, falsely named as it actually sat more factually on her hips, while the white cotton below encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs.
Gratifyingly, heaven sent a gust of summer breeze blowing off the lake lifting her skirt and allowing glimpses of her white thighs and pastel panties.
But as she walked along the jetty the sunlight behind her illuminated her form, more than hinting at the delights contained within the cotton of her skirt and his loins burned for her.
His thoughts about the girl with the flaming red hair had turned to a burning desire which he would soon quench in the coolness of the forest shade.

INSIDE THE SILK

 

Cool silk against my hand

Soft skin beneath my palm

Fingers searching, exploring

Seeking out the source

Of sensual oils

She had secretly secreted

Fingertip’s touch waiting lips

Then enter to sweet labial bliss

And with deft manipulation

Of centres of erotic pleasure

I feel her body tremor

And but a heartbeat beyond

That primeval shudder

In hurried lack of ceremony

She bid me quickly enter

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