Choice Tales from the Vale – (109) The Magnificent Girl in the Army Greens

 

In the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, Martyn Wingrove left the pub for the short walk to his house.  

He walked along the quiet path that wound its way through the small wood and was rather enjoying the peace and solitude, when he was suddenly felled and left lying prostrate on the ground and then he felt a great weight on his chest

“Oh God” he thought, “I’m having a heart attack”

So he closed his eyes and dark thoughts filled his mind.

“Martyn Wingrove” a quiet voice spoke to him and he thought God was calling to him, and his time was over.

But his overwhelming feeling was one of disappointment, he was expecting a great booming voice, a more commanding voice, not a soft female voice with a cultured accent.

“Come on you wuss” the voice said, not very Godly and the weight lifted from his chest and he began to rise.

“Are you ok?” the voice asked, “Did I hurt you?”

He opened his eyes expecting to be at the gates of heaven but he was on the same path where he fell being addressed by a soldier.

“Are you ok?” the soldier asked

“Yes” he said a little puzzled

Then the soldier removed her hat

“Sharon?” he said with surprise

“Yep” she replied

Sharon Todd was his girlfriend and the last time he’d seen her she was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry after a military funeral in the village three weeks earlier and he hadn’t seen her since as she had been at the Downshire Light Infantry barracks in Nettlefield.

“What are you doing here?” he said “You didn’t say you were coming home”

“You didn’t ask” she replied

“No I didn’t,” he acknowledged “but that’s because you said you weren’t coming back for another month”

“I got a four day leave” She explained “before we go on an exercise”

“Where to?” he asked

“I can’t say” Sharon Replied. “Anyway, are you ok?”

“Yes” he said dusting himself down and then she kissed him

“You went down like a girl,” she said laughing hysterically

“In a quiet Downshire village I don’t expect to be attacked in the woods by a ninja” he said defensively

She was still laughing when she said

“Are we going back to yours then?”

“Yes but only because I like a bird in uniform” he said and held her hand as they walked back to the house and all the while Sharon was still ribbing him about how easy he went to ground.

Sharon Todd’s uniform was as uniforms go not the sexiest, it wasn’t the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap, seamed stockings and khaki knickers kind of uniform.

It was yomping boots, combat trousers and battle dress jacket, and he hoped khaki knickers.

But a uniform is a uniform and at the end of the day it was its contents that he was in love with.

He opened the door and let Sharon inside and she immediately bent down and began unlacing her boots.

And while she was doing that he went in the hall to hang up his coat and slip his shoes off.

But when he went back in the kitchen Sharon was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and her dog tags.

“That will do for me,” he thought, as he looked her over

 

He opened the door and let Sharon inside and she immediately bent down and began unlacing her boots.

And while she was doing that he went in the hall to hang up his coat and slip his shoes off.

But when he went back in the kitchen Sharon was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and her dog tags.

“That will do for me,” he thought, as he looked her over

 “I don’t have long” she said “I have to report back to barracks on Tuesday” and she walked towards him and they kissed.

“We’d better not waste any more time then” he suggested and they kissed some more as he held her firm muscular body in his arms.

“Where do want me sir?” she asked and threw him a salute

“I think I want you upstairs soldier” he replied “So get up there on the double”

“Yes sir, right away sir”” Sharon said standing to attention and throwing an exaggerated salute and she turned on her heels and ran upstairs and he ran after her discarding clothes as he went.

When he entered the bedroom he was wearing one sock and his pants.

Sharon was stood facing him and pulled the vest off over her head and smiled as her breasts rearranged themselves before his eyes.

“This is the kind of exercise I prefer” she said as he removed his errant sock “I’m particularly looking forward to the manoeuvres”

“Me too” he said as he dropped his pants

“Come on then soldier” she responded looking at his erection.

His pants were around his ankles so he lifted one foot out of the leg and kicked them at her face and she threw out a hand to catch them and in that split second of distraction he crossed the room and manhandled her onto the bed.

“That’s dirty fighting” she yelped as he got her on her back and pinned her there.

“Well GI Jane what are you going to do now?” he asked holding her immobilized on the bed

“I’m going to let you shag me,” she said and he kissed her and Sharon’s tongue was in his mouth in an instant darting in and out as his hand released its grip on her wrist and instead grasped one of her firm breasts.

Sharon’s arms were around him, her hands caressing his torso as he played with her nipple.

Martyn stopped kissing her and she licked her lips and he began kissing his way down her skin from her neck to her pink proud nipple where he licked her areola before taking the teat between his lips and sucking on it noisily and Sharon wriggled beneath him and murmured contentedly as he suckled and her chest was rising and falling as her heart pounded in his ear.

With a slurp he released her swollen misshapen nipple and his lips began their journey south, kissing along the rim of her rib cage and down across her belly, and a flick of his tongue in her belly button and she squirmed.

 

He climbed off the bed and was knelt on the floor between her legs looking up at her, head turned to one side, mouth open, eyes closed, and her tongue constantly licking her lips in anticipation.   

he reached up his hands to her belly and slipping his fingers between the waistband of her shorts and her quivering flesh he tugged them gently over her hips and off her firm round buttocks and then slowly and tantalisingly down her thighs towards her knees and from there they slipped easily passed her ankles.

And there she was completely naked before him but for her dog tags, if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it, she just squirmed a little and continued licking her lips as he was about to do the same.

he pushed her knees slightly apart and leant forward and starting where he had left off he kissed his way down from her navel to her hairy mound and she spread her thigh invitingly and he opened her with his tongue and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound repeated often as he explored each petal of her savoury flower with his tongue until her back arched, her fanny farted and the velvet purr became a gravelly growl.   

Sharon sat up and lifting his head from her juicy lips she kissed him and her spare hand began tugging on his cock.

As she kissed him he pushed her thighs wide open and let her guide his purple headed shaft between her moist lips.

And as soon as he could feel her syrupy liquor around his member she stopped kissing him and let out the dirtiest whorish moan he’d ever heard, which he hoped wouldn’t be the last.

Sharon wrapped her arms around his neck, her face pressed against his and he could feel every moan that came from her as well as hearing it, and it was incredibly sensual, dirty and pure at the same moment.

Her thighs squeezed his hips in response to every thrust but the sexy soldier was tiring and she released her grip around his neck and fell backward onto the bed, her thighs still gripped on to him however and  her legs were wrapped around his arse.

Sharon’s head was rolling back and forth and she was moaning almost continually, her hands grasping handfuls of duvet as she writhed and wriggled.

He slid his hands along her soft skin and cupped her full round breasts as he rushed headlong to the point of ecstasy, and then with one final nerve tingling thrust, Sharon roared as he jerked inside her

“Wow” he said to the panting creature beneath him and Sharon giggled between the panting and her pussy jiggled his cock, which made him laugh.

“God I love you soldier” he said

“I love you too, you wuss” she responded and laughed again

And in the afterglow on that afternoon they cuddled under the duvet very snug and smug.

“Can I stay tonight?”  She asked

“Of course hon” he replied and kissed her

“Good” she said and they fell asleep, but awoke two hours later refreshed and horny.

GODDESS SEDUCTION

 

The first embrace

Of my seduction,

And the gentle passion

Of her kiss,

Quickened my pulse,

Electrified me.

Her unbuttoning my blouse

Met with compliance

And her hands,

As if gloved in velvet

Slid across my silken skin

Mapping my contours

Every sweep and curve of me

I felt her velvet touch

On my breasts

Teasing me, pleasing me

Tingling traversed my spine

Then warm breath, soft lips

On my proud pink tips

Before the moist heat

Of her warm honey mouth

Enveloped me

My mind was in a whirl

As this sensuous girl

Made love to me

An unknown sensuality

I never knew such a feeling

Erotic, toe curling

Getting me hot, getting me wet

I submitted to her

In guiltless acquiescence

As she undressed me.

Her lips began their journey

Kissing their way, to where?

Her mouth soft and tender

Traced in kisses

Around my ribcage 

Oh my god, to there

Will she kiss me there?

My body shivered, quivered.

My skin tingled

As I felt her breath

On the soft down of my belly

Should I let her?

Should I let her kiss me there?

I squirmed beneath her

My head swimming

My body burned for her,

Ached and yearned for her

I felt her breathe against my fur

Her cheek lay against my thigh

I yielded to the goddess

Opened like a portal

Delivered myself to her

In all my vulnerability

And she delivered ecstasy

Choice Tales from the Vale – (108) After Dinner Digestive

 

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 most of the time they just stole a few hours here and there.

However for a variety of reasons several weeks had passed and they hadn’t been able to grab even a few minutes together.  

In fact the first time he had seen her in a fortnight was on the day when he had driven over to Abbottsford to do a bit of shopping, which was when he bumped into Antonia coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop.

“Hello darling” she said and air kissed him and then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.

“No you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question

“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered

“You’re incorrigible,” she said

“Is that a maybe?” he asked

Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.

“The chance would be a fine thing anyway” she said quietly

“Have you got time for a coffee?”

“I do” he replied

They went into a coffee house, a nice one, not one of the chains, and he ordered the drinks as Antonia sat in the corner.

When he joined her he asked

“How about Saturday?”

“For what?” she asked innocently

“To show me your new underwear” he said

“No” she replied

“Why not?” he asked,

“I have to go to a dinner party at Mornington Manor”

She replied “but I don’t want to go”

He looked at her with puzzlement and then said

“So don’t go, and let me spend the night doing all those things to you that fill your imagine when you touch yourself in the dark” 

This made her blush and avert her gaze but after a few moments she looked back at him and smiled.

“I have to go, I’m expected” she said

“But I want what you want”

“I understand” he said

“It will be soon though wont it?” she asked earnestly and held his hand under the table.

“Yes” he replied

When they left the coffee house they air kissed and went their separate ways.

 

Paul spent Saturday night watching a movie and drinking wine but at some point he leant back against the cushions and promptly fell asleep.

He woke up just after eleven o’clock, and he only woke up then because he needed a pee so he got up and attended to the matter in hand.

When he finished attending to his call of nature he was decidedly peckish so he went to the kitchen and made himself a snack.

Paul then returned to his sofa, restarted the movie he had begun watching four hours earlier and sat eating cheese and biscuits’ as he watched Richard Burton and Clint Eastwood taking on the Nazis.

At the end of the film he was still wide-awake so he got up and chose another DVD off the shelf.

He was about a quarter of the way through “The Fifth Element” when he detected the tell-tale clip clop sound of high heels from outside.

He glanced at the clock and thought it must be his neighbour Elaine arriving home from somewhere so he returned his attention back to the action.

A moment later there was a knock on the front door and he checked the clock again before he got up and walked out into the hall, he guessed that Elaine had locked herself out and was knocking for the spare key.

So he opened the door and a rather tipsy Antonia almost fell through it.

“Hello Paulie” she said with a flourish.

Antonia was immaculately dressed as usual in a full length green halter necked designer evening dress and a lavish faux fur shrug.

“Wow” he said, “you look stunning”

“Bless you darling” she responded

“You had a nice time then” he said as he helped her into the house.

“I had a wonderful time” she exclaimed

She tottered a few steps then kicked off her shoes, which made her a little more stable on her feet, and she quickly progressed into the lounge.

All the while talking nine to the dozen about how marvelous the evening was, who was there, what they ate, who said what, and to who.

“And plenty of wine” he asked as she plopped down on the sofa.

“I did,” she said smiling and giggled

“I’m glad you had fun” he said

“Me too” she said coyly

“Good” Paul said as he sat down next to her

“So what are you doing here then?”

“Well I saw your lights were still on from the taxi and I thought I’d come and tell you all about my evening” she explained.

“Why were you in a taxi?” he asked, “I thought you went there with the Conway’s”

“I did” Antonia said

“So why didn’t you come back with them?” he asked

“They left early” she said

“Could no one else give you a lift?” he asked

“David someone offered” she replied

“So why didn’t you accept?”

“What kind of a woman do you think I am? I couldn’t get in a car with a complete stranger” she said affronted

“And you’re such a shy little virgin” he said “Apart from when you’re with me of course”

“That’s different” she said “anyway with you it doesn’t really count because you’re such a tart” and then she roared with laughter to such an extent that she ended up collapsing in a heap with her head and shoulders on his lap.

“You’re my bit of rough” she said and then she disintegrated into laughter again.

“So you decided not to have David drive you home?”

“So you decided not to have David drive you home?”

“It would have been cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey only to dash his hopes” she said

This bought about another burst of laughter and when she eventually composed herself she was laying at full stretch on her back looking up at Paul

“Do you still think I’m gorgeous?” she asked, regally draped before him.

“Quite gorgeous” he conceded

“Well quite gorgeous won’t get you a look at the underwear I bought in Abbottsford the other day” she said

“I bet it does,” he said as he slowly moved his right hand, which had been resting on her chuckling belly, up to caress the roundness of her breast.

“Well maybe” Antonia murmured as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes.

Her breast rose and fell in his hand as she breathed and as he caressed the heaving mound he felt her stiffening nipple beneath the fabric.

Paul was just about to employ his left hand to fondle her other breast when Antonia lifted her head and reached behind her neck and untied the halter and with a brief lick of the lips she returned to her serene reclining.

With his free hand he tugged gently on the halter until both magnificent breasts were fully exposed, topped by her succulent nipples standing proud like dark pink sentinels.  

His eager hands grasped greedily at then and kneaded them like warm dough and her bottom squirmed discernibly as his fingers traced around her areolas and teased and toyed with her nipples until the stood as stiff as his little finger.

Her breasts were still heaving like two ships caught in an Atlantic swell as his right hand returned to her belly and began pulling the fabric of her dress upwards slowly exposing her black stocking covered legs until the bulk of her skirts rested above her knees and when the hem was in reach he placed his hand on her knee so it could begin its journey under her skirts and up the inside of her thigh.

The rising and falling of her chest increased exponentially with the progress of his hand, as did the licking of her lips.

It excited him very much looking down on her as he played with her body like a musical instrument.

slowly he stroked the inside of her upper thigh, almost reaching the source of her heat and then stroking away from it, repeatedly teasing her and delighting at the reactions on her sweet face.

Until, just at the point when she thought he would stop short again, his fingers reached her groin and the expression on her face was pure joy as his digits traced lightly up to her pubis and down to site of the itch she so badly wanted him to scratch.

Even through her tights and panties the heat of her passion was palpable and as he fingered the heart of her fire through her clothing the fabric was slipping and sliding on her wetness until her cream oozed through the fabric, and Antonia wriggled beneath his hand and moaned erotically.

But as Paul continued to rub her nonny through two layers of material   

Antonia suddenly sat bolt upright   

“Ok” she said frantically “I’ll let you see my knickers”

And she reached up and kissed him, he loved kissing her she was such a great kisser.

The quality of a kiss is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual nature dependent on the perspective of the participants.

 

The quality of a kiss is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual nature dependent on the perspective of the participants.

With kissing it can be the thickness of the lips, the width of the mouth, the size of the tongue, the size of the oral cavity and the amount of saliva produced.

For Paul, Antonia scored highly on every criterion and as she kissed him, she pulled herself up so she was seated on his lap, which allowed his hand, which was still up her skirt, though dormant between her thighs, to make progress into her pants.   

Her tights had begun falling down as she squirmed, wriggled and fidgeted on his lap but when she suddenly sat upright the waistband had rolled down off her belly completely.

His hand was very quickly inside her tights and an instant later it was in turn inside the wet silk of her panties.

It paused momentarily with her public hair beneath his palm and the back of his hand pressed against the expensive wet silk.

“Woarrr” she exclaimed in his face as his fingers slipped into her creamy wetness.

In fact so well primed was she that it was only a matter of minutes before she came and she was again on the move.

This time she pulled his hand from her drawers and scrambled up so she was straddling him.  

Antonia was kissing him almost absentminded as she struggled desperately to undo his belt.

Paul had both hands up her skirt at that point and quickly tugged both her knickers and tights off her plump buttocks and even had time for a long appreciative squeeze of each buttock before she finished with his belt and moved onto Paul’s fly.

She had now stopped kissing him and was concentrating so intently that she had her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth. So along with her great arse he took matters into his own hands and rolled her sideways onto the sofa and swiftly removed her tights and panties then he knelt between her naked legs stroking her thighs while she finished her task on his trousers.

Once she had finished she lay back smugly and watched on, as he stood up and stripped off and with her gaze firmly fixed on his erection she said.

“Now come and enjoy my gorgeousness”

But Paul knelt down on the floor and as he began kissing her thigh he said

“I want to enjoy your deliciousness first”

“No do that later darling” she urged “I want you now”

Paul stopped kissing her flesh and looked up at her

“Oh there’s a later is there?” he asked

“There’s going to be a later and twice in the morning if I’m a lucky girl” she replied

So he decided not to give her head and climbed on top of her pausing only a moment to suck on one of her teats then he kissed her as she grasped his cock firmly and guided it between her moist lips.

“Woarrr” she exclaimed in his face again as he penetrated her.

It had only been a few weeks since he was had last enjoyed Antonia’s warm welcoming wetness and she was doing her best to ensure he was going to remember this one for a very long time.

As Antonia dug her heels into the sofa she gripped his buttocks hard; digging her nails into his flesh as she repeatedly pulled him into her hot cunny.

He rested his weight on one arm as he fondled her breast with his free hand and watched the ecstasy etched into her face as she urged him to finish her and in three spine tingling thrusts they both came in noisy unison.

As they lay panting on the sofa still entwined and with him still inside her, Antonia asked

“Do I get to stay for later’s?”

“I think you might just have earned enough points to qualify” he replied and gave his cock a little twitch.

So after an appropriate period of recovery and a well-earned drink Paul took Antonia off to bed and let her take him to paradise.

THEIR FIRST TIME

 

Safe in the darkness

Modesty abates,

Inhibitions melt away,

Mouths engage

Tongues employ,

Eager hands explore

In clumsy groping

Of eager young flesh.

Clinging together,

Writhing in unison,

Moaning, panting, gasping

The language of lust

Fluently uttered,

Peaking to imminent crescendo

With uncontrollable desire,

The throb and ache of want,

For final urgent coupling

In their gluttonous consumption

To attain satisfaction

Choice Tales from the Vale – (107) Taking the Pledge

 

Clayton is a small village in the Northeast corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of 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 but as he was conscious that his success was due more to Blaire Parrott’s efforts than his own so he dragged her along as well.

 

As they drove along the Pepperstock Expressway he said

“I don’t think we should do any of the fuck buddy stuff this weekend”

“I agree” she said

“Good”

“Besides I was hoping to do better” she said and they both laughed

 

They spent a fairly uneventful day together and the meal went without a hitch however afterwards there earlier pledge made in the cold light of day and complete sobriety seemed unlikely to hold and was made problematic because by midnight Blaire was very well oiled with the best part of a bottle of wine and the simmering fire in her loins had reached boiling point.

So as they stood by the lift Blaire and Gary looked at each other in despair.

“I think I should escort you to your room Ms Parrott” he suggested gallantly

“Oh Goody” Blaire whispered, “I’m horny”

“How horny exactly?” he asked

“You’ll find out as soon as we get upstairs” Blaire slurred and pressed floor 9, then Gary pressed 3, which was the floor they actually wanted.

 

The doors closed just in time to prevent a rather oily looking man in an expensive suit from joining them, and the moment the doors closed Blaire pinned him in the corner and thrust her tongue in his mouth.

Then with a “ping” the door opened again to reveal an elderly couple, so Blaire resumed her position beside him and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.

The couple entered the lift and stood in front of them as the doors closed again.

This was the cue for Blaire to start rubbing the bulge in his trousers as the lift slowly ascended continuing its journey first to the 9th floor then back down to 3, by which time his cock was straining to escape.

 

When they had exited the lift he walked as quickly as the swelling in his pants would allow, which was actually very slowly where as his horny assistant manager was streets ahead of him.

So after what seemed like an age he reached her room, Blaire was already inside and when he closed the door she emerged from the bathroom as good as naked.

Most of her clothes were strewn about the floor the only thing she still had on was a cardigan not quite long enough to conceal her bush.

Her breasts were just about covered and her erect nipples and a single button appeared to be the only things holding the garment in place.

“What kept you?” she said closing the distance between them.

“I’m Sorry” he said eyeing her up and down “Am I too late for room service?”

“Never mind, let’s get started and get you checked in” she said undoing his trousers with great manual dexterity and tugging his old chap from the confines of his pants.

“Are you sure that you’re a proper hotelier?” he said, “I don’t think that’s in the manual”

“Trust me I’m a professional” She said and started tugging on his shaft “you’re in safe hands”

“Whatever you say Miss” he answered and kissed her as all the while she was slowly manoeuvring him backwards.

He couldn’t go fast, firstly because he was going backwards and secondly with his trousers at half-mast he could only shuffle.

Gary then felt something pressing against his calves and Blaire let go of his cock and pushed him sharply backwards.

To his great relief he landed on the sofa and Blaire was instantly astride him.

“Now we need to make you comfortable,” she said in a very lascivious way and wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted herself onto him.

His cock was so hard and her pussy so wet and welcoming it took little more than Nano seconds for her cunny to completely engulf him.

“So far, so good” she exclaimed as he gripped onto her buttocks as she rose and fell on his shaft kissing briefly and she snorted through her nose as she upped the tempo.

When they stopped kissing and Blaire tongued his ear and he could feel her breath on his skin and hear her course rasping breaths as she moaned loudly in self-satisfied receipt of each length she took from him.

Blaire had him pinned down and her arms were still wrapped tightly around his neck as she expertly rode him.

And with her moans growing ever louder, as she raced towards orgasm, and they approached the summit she was tiring and so he had to maintain his hold on her arse in order to steady the ship.

She drove on through gritted teeth and her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and then with a yelp she cried out in orgasm and he came seconds’ later empting his aching sack into her cunny.

They stayed locked in passions embrace for some time, panting hard.

“I think” she panted, “You’re pretty well booked in now”

Then Blaire laughed lustily

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.