SUBLIME MOMENT

 

Living sculpture

Entwined in embrace

Sublime ecstasy

Etched within each face

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

 

Claire Jarvis went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.

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

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

 

All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.

Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from   Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.

But being in the close company of the three girls brought her out of herself and the friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh Goody” Claire squealed

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

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

“You go first” she said

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

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