Choice Tales from the Vale – (147) The Valentines 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.

But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over. 

And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.

But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.

Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlins holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.

Which was why they found themselves back there in February for the big St Valentines extravaganza at Maxlins holiday camp.

But it wasn’t at Maxlins where they had their most exhilarating Valentines adventure.

 

Gary and Sara went to The Sharpington Fun Park, unsurprisingly located in Sharpington-By-Sea.

The Fun Park was the first purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper all very tame compared to a 21st century roller coaster but what drew the Adventurers to it was the Tunnel of Love, which in their opinion was the perfect location for a Valentine’s Day fuck.

Gary parked as close as he could to the Fun Park and when they got out Sara was dressed all in a red, a satin dress, silk stockings and high-heeled shoes while Gary was dressed in a dinner jacket.

 

When they got to the Fun Park they bought a shed load of tokens because they didn’t know how long the ride was going to be, when they did a similar Adventure on the Ghost Train they went round 8 times before her legs had recovered enough for her to walk away.

But before they went in they went elsewhere for a spot of foreplay.

The pier had been a favourite spot for them in the past but they were banned from the pier after being caught in flagrante in the Punch and Judy tent so they went under the pier instead.

When she looked around at their surroundings Sara said

“I want to get dirty, but don’t get me dirty”

“Don’t worry” he said “I’ll get you the right kind of dirty”

“I mean it” she said “I love this dress”

“Trust me” he said and he kissed her and her arms wrapped serpent like around his neck and he fondled her breast through the satin of her dress and snorting through her nose as she adjusted her body position so he could get hold of both breasts until her nipples erected through the fabric.

They were both naked beneath their costumes because they didn’t want anything to hinder them in their quest.

The kissing was becoming more intense so he grabbed a handful of her dress and pulled it upwards until his hand was touching her firm round buttocks and her breathing was deepening with every snorting exhale through her nose.

But Sara was impatient so she adjusted her stance so his hand could easily access her hairy bush and then on between her sticky lips and the moment his finger touched her pussy she broke away from Gary’s mouth and was moaning loudly in his ear as he stroked her creamy quim.

Sara desperately clung onto him as he fingered her and then she lifted one leg off the floor as his digital 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.

“Oh God Gary”

As they walked up the steps from below the pier he had to take off his jacket to cover the bulge in his trousers.

 

They joined the short queue for the Tunnel of Love, they were counting on the fact that it wouldn’t be that popular, it was a bit old fashioned for the 21st century.

It was an altogether slower ride than the Ghost Train and was also longer so he only needed one circuit of sustained fingering to prime Sara’s pussy and similarly she only needed one boat trip of prolonged stimulating head.

So Gary sat with his jacket folded over his swollen cock as Sara handed over another token to the operator and their boat passed through the entrance again and the moment the door closed behind them Gary took the jacket off his cock and Sara knelt in front of him and gripped the side of the boat and Gary lifted her dress to expose her tidy buttocks and held her hips as he pierced Sara’s tight pussy and thrust into her repeatedly as wonderfully dirty exclamation’s echoed down the tunnel as the boat rocked from side to side.

Her obvious ecstasy was the result of his consummate rhythm, his stamina and a willing well primed recipient.

“Finish me” she begged so he pumped her syrupy fanny hard as she knelt in the boat and she howled into the tunnel.

Gary was holding her hips as he drove into her hot creamy cunny and her animal grunting intensified until he emptied his aching balls into her and she came hot and hard.

And Sara had just about manage to get her horny arse back on the seat as they emerged into the night air.

“Let’s go round again,” she said “twice”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (146) The Girl in the Ivory Dress

 

John Mooney was staying at the Clayton Manor Hotel and used his key card to open the door to the room and as he stepped in Christine Gold turned and smiled at him.

“I was hoping you would come”

“I couldn’t keep away” he said

Christine was sitting at the dressing table wearing only her white lingerie and stockings and behind her, laid out on the bed was an ivory wedding dress. 

John walked up behind her and looked at her beautiful reflection in the mirror and placed his hands lightly on her naked shoulders and held her gaze as he gently slipped the bra straps down her arms, but as his hands journeyed down to displace the bra from her breasts and replaced the lace cups with his cupped paws Christine closed her eyes.

 

Christine collapsed on the bed next to her wedding dress with John panting behind her. 

“That was so good” she sighed

“The last time as a single woman” he said and playfully slapped her buttock before redressing himself

“And so much better than my first as a married man will be” she said and rolled over onto her back. 

“You could elope with me” he said

“You know I can’t” Christine replied

Nothing would have pleased her more than to run away and marry her lover John but her father Isaac would never have tolerated it.

He banged on endlessly about the importance of tradition and marrying within her faith and how it was imperative she went through with an arranged marriage.

She had been raised as a dutiful Jewish daughter and agreed, however reluctantly, but her heart belonged to John.

But she hated her father as he had proven himself to be a hypocrite when he had her marry outside her faith to the highest bidder, Michael Scanlan.

 

As they stood at the door and kissed goodbye Christine stuffed her white lace panties in his jacket pocket.

“Aren’t you going to need those?”

“No” she replied “I want to feel you on my thighs while my father watches as I walk down the aisle, and I will wear a smile, but not for my father, or the groom, it will be a smile of satisfaction as I think of you inside me putting the blush on the cheek of the blushing bride”

“In that case I think you need to get back on the bed because the blush is fading” he said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (145) Paying Lip Service

Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.

In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.

He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.

Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.

So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.

When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so. 

 

There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.

Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.

Although in truth he was rather ambushed.

 

One of his first decisions was to the head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott into the assistant manager’s position.

This in turn created a vacancy and Blaire had no hesitation in recommending twenty seven years old Denise Adams.

Denise was a pretty girl with long straw coloured hair and she stood barely five feet tall.

She was slender and looked like a breath of wind would blow her away but she was as strong as an ox.

She and Blaire had started at the hotel on the same day and had become firm friends although in truth Denise would have liked their friendship to have developed into a sexual one but she realized very early on that Blaire was a cock only kind of girl, so they were just friends.

When Blaire struck lucky and got her promotion Denise was absolutely gob smacked when her friend recommended her for head of housekeeping, and in response she worked tirelessly to repay her faith in her.

This meant that she was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.

 

Blaire and Denise were called to a room one Saturday evening after loud and persistent screams were reported coming from one of the premium rooms.

As they reached the door they were greeted by a single long loud scream and then silence.

So Blaire began knocking urgently on the door and got no response so she knocked again and again no answer so she knocked a third time and almost immediately the door opened and a sweaty woman in a dressing gown opened it.

“Is everything alright madam?” Blaire asked

“Oh God yes” the woman answered, a little wobbly on her feet.

“Somebody reported hearing screaming coming from your room” she pointed out

“Yes sorry, that was me” the woman said coyly

“We were…”

“And I um … you know….  Rather loudly”

Blaire’s suspicions were confirmed and the sweaty woman blushed.

“Ah I see” Blaire said, “ok I understand, but perhaps you could try to keep the noise down”

“We will, I will” the woman said and closed the door

“What was that all about?” Denise asked

“The lucky cow was cumming” Blaire replied jealously

“Bitch” Denise retorted

Blaire then went back downstairs to her office while Denise went back to the linen room where she was called away from, to accompany Blaire to investigate the screamer. 

 

When she had finished she went downstairs to get herself a drink but as she walked through reception she saw a familiar face sitting at one of the reading tables reading a book and drinking coffee.

It was Ann Belcher, a guest she had made love to only two weeks before after she took fresh towels to her room.

“Still lovely” Denise thought as she looked her over, her pretty face, blue eyes and soft shoulder length brown hair.

Ann was in her early thirties with a gorgeous figure that she had liberated from a cocktail dress and thick black tights.

Their eyes met and Ann beamed at her. 

“Hey” Denise said and sat on the chair beside her and squeezed her hand discreetly beneath the table.

“I was hoping I’d run into you” Ann said 

“Me too” she replied

“Would you like coffee?” Ann asked

“No, that’s not why I’m here” she replied and put her hand on Ann’s knee and moved her hand up under her skirt and slowly beyond her stocking top to the smooth expanse of thigh, and finally into her knickers which made Ann slop coffee in her saucer and the Denise playfully pulled one of her pubes.

With her hand still in her panties Denise gently pulled Ann’s thighs apart with her other hand and her luscious lips were already open and very accommodating to her fingers, which slipped along her slippery petals and entered her easily.    

And in response Ann instantly closed her legs.

“Take me Upstairs now” she ordered “I want you so much”

“Yes Madam” She retorted “I will bring your towels immediately.

 

Half an hour later in Ann’s bedroom the floor was littered with clean towels and discarded clothing and room was filled with pleasurable moans. 

Denise was kneeling completely naked on the bed with her hands on the headboard

and Ann was beneath her wearing only black stockings as her tongue burrowed deep between Denise’s hanging lips while her own finger were between hers.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (144) Mark my Words

 

Amy Coates 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 in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty 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.

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.

Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.

She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.

Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.

Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.

He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.

But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.

She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.

After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.

But once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster.

She wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.

And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.

But they didn’t get together every week so she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did, and they did throughout her Abbottsford years. 

However in her final weeks at the house he did something that rocked her world.

 

It had been a really busy weekend and there was a houseful in Abbottsford and he wasn’t able to get her on her own and that was a problem because he needed to talk to her and the longer it went on the quieter and more troubled he became and Amy had picked up on it so she also became quiet and troubled.

When they eventually found themselves alone together on Sunday afternoon he said more harshly than he intended

“Amy I need to talk to you”

“Oh God,” she retorted “You’re going to dump me”

“No of course I’m not going to dump you” he replied

“You’re not?” she said quietly “Honestly?”

“Amy Coates I promise you that I have no intention of dumping you”

He said

“What then? You’ve been really quiet all weekend, and then you say you have to talk to me” Amy asked “so if you’re not dumping me then what?”

“Will you please stop talking for one moment so I ask you to marry me” he said

“What?” Amy exclaimed

“Will you marry me?” he asked,

“Yes, Yes, and Yes” she screamed and threw her arms around his neck.

“I haven’t got a ring” he said “We need to buy your ring together”

And then they kissed but not just another kiss in a long line of kisses, not just of affection or of gratitude, this was a kiss of a wholly different kind, this was an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss that marked an engagement, and it was a kiss which lead to them making love.

 

“Make love to me” she whispered as they lay in her bed

“Ok Hon” he responded and kissed her lips softly.

As the kiss continued, growing in intensity and as their tongues entwined, his hand explored her familiar curves like it was the first time.

Mark rolled her gently onto her back and he stopped kissing and he briefly looked down on her in the pale daylight and admired the body he had enjoyed so many times before.

Her breasts were beautiful, surmounted by the dark rose pink nipples, which sat there inviting him to imbibe so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it gently as Amy emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval.

Reluctantly he left her erect swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her serene face as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly red bush and he toyed with her tangled curls as she murmured softly.

To Mark’s delight, as his hand came to rest on her mound she held her breath in anticipation of its progress and he continued watching her lying there with eyes shut and her tongue periodically moistening her lips and after a few moments his finger parted her labia like a hot knife through butter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice, he looked down on her again, and Amy was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his touch.

Amy became more vociferous as she was on the brink of culmination and moments later he was rewarded by a face contorting climax and her thighs closed tight on his hand.

Looking down on her with ecstasy still etched on her sweet face, Amy opened her eyes, and looked up at him and smiled.

Mark leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths again he caressed her breast and positioning himself between her thighs he stopped kissing her, looked into her eyes as he slowly slid his swollen cock into her and Amy sighed before leaning her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth.

Mark caressed her beautiful breast as he tenderly made love to her.

She squirmed and wriggled beneath him as she reached that ecstatic point, the environs between being anchored to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.

Amy looked up as she moaned loudly and writhed until she came with a deliciously sweet utterance.

“Oh Mark”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (143) In Conference

 

Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.

He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.

He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.

His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.

The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.

But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.

But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.

And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.

 

As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.

And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.

 

But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.

And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.

As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.

So whenever an opportunity to enjoy Celeste’s heavenly body presented itself he grabbed it with both hands.

For example on the day of an important conference call with the local NHS Trust.

Nigel had been looking at Celeste very lustily all morning, she was wearing a new blouse of ivory silk and the large smooth white cups of her bra were visible thru the translucent fabric of her blouse and the deliciously dark circles of her areolas showed clearly.

But he had to put his lust aside for the duration as the call with the Trust was particularly important.

The call was scheduled for 11am in the small meeting room and Celeste was already sitting at the table.

“Five minutes Dr” he said from the doorway and to the staff he added

“Absolutely no interruptions”

“What about emergencies?” Mrs Clarke asked

“No exceptions” he replied and closed the door and turned the key   

He walked towards where Celeste was sitting with all the relevant documentation in easy reach of her trembling hands and stood behind her.

“Just relax” Nigel said and put his hands on her shoulders and peered down inside her gaping ivory blouse to the magnificent breasts encased in the smooth cupped white bra.

“You really need to relax” he added and then without further preamble he plunged his hands inside her gaping blouse and displace the white cups and replaced them with his hands and gently groped her globes.

“We haven’t got time for that” she said and pulled his hands out “we only have a few minute”

“We have an hour because the conference call has been postponed until this afternoon” he replied

“Oh” she murmured and fed his hands back inside her bra

“Good choice Doctor” he said and bent down and kissed down into her mouth as his fingers toyed with her nipples.

He spun her chair around and knelt in front of her and resumed the kiss as she unbuttoned her blouse and liberated her breasts, his hands went up her skirt.

She broke away from his lips and redirected his mouth towards her proud pink nipple and he obligingly sucked it as she played with the other one.

Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he fingered her though her tights and knickers and very quickly the fabric was slipping and sliding on her wet gash until cream oozed through the cloth.

Celeste wriggled and squirmed in the chair and was panting in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.

He reached up under her dress with both hands and smartly yanked her tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went up there again for her pants this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the chair and the lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks and he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her magnificent tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was inviting him to lick it out, and with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God Nigel” she moan as he licked her out and she gripped the chair as he continued to work on her with his tongue until very soon she came and he raised his head licking her rime from his lips and roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet.
“Do it now” she begged “do it now?”

and she sat back in the chair with her thighs wide open and her pussy on the edge of the chair and he quickly obliged her, so as Celeste held tight onto the arms of the chair, Nigel rocked the reclining chair back and forth sliding her juicy quim on and off his cock and all the time she was biting her lip and rolling her head from side to side as he rocked the chair faster and faster.

Finally Celeste drew hers knees up to her chest and moaned into the folds of her skirt as the chair began to squeak under the frenetic strain and they both came.

 

Redressed and recomposed he opened the door and said

“I think that went well Doctor”

“Yes let’s hope it goes as well next time”

“Oh I’m sure it will” he said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (142) An Old Mans Apetiser

It was a special occasion at the Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, Celia the birthday girl was twenty one, a blushing young beauty beneath soft curls.

It was universally believed that she was a most beautiful creature with such a sweet and delightful nature with a radiant smile that lit up her face.
But during the meal all Daniel could do was to look at her breasts to his complete and utter disgrace and he thought that she would not smile at him so sweetly if she knew that he wanted her so utterly.
This beautiful young woman so demurely dressed, how he yearned to see her divested of her clothes.
If she could read his lustful mind she would find there such filthy thoughts of debasement.

As he looked at her he pondered if her nature was as innocent as it seemed or if she was as dirty as she was in his sordid dreams.
If she knew the one he dreamed of her the previous night, when she succumbed without a fight and he kissed and caressed the breast he cupped and how he went on to greedily sup of her sweet nectar, that would have put a blush upon her cheek.

And even more so if she knew how the dream progressed, when like beasts they met in full bloodied naked congress and he left her sullied and disgraced, but it was only a dream.

The pretty young thing with sumptuous figure, how he would like to consume her in his vigour but the pretty young girl, half his age will never ever release his passion from its cage. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (141) Bath Night

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 sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened.

But at other times life conspired to keep them apart, Illness, work commitments, family events and on one occasion it was chicken pox and Antonia’s children both had them.

Paul Galasso had never had the virus she he had to stay away but when the children were given the all clear he still couldn’t get close to her because her aunt had pitched up and stayed for two weeks.

He knew from an earlier overheard conversation in the post office that the aunt had finally gone home so he decided to pay her a visit but because the children were in the house he left it until well after their bedtime.

He wasn’t expecting any action, it had just been so long since he’d been able to see her and hold her that he just wanted a kiss and a hug.

He took his usual route passed the Vicarage and down the lane by the church, then he took the path that crossed the golf course from where he traversed the course until he reached the back of Antonia’s house and he could see that the downstairs lights were still on.

 

Paul kept to the shadows and made his way up to the house and looked through the window and he could see Antonia was already in her nightclothes and as he watched her pad around the kitchen he felt the tell-tale stirring down below, then he tapped on the window.

She looked up immediately and gave him a broad smile and opened the door

“What are you doing here?” she said but before he had chance to reply she was kissing him.

“I wanted to see you” he responded when she came up for air and they kissed again

“God I’ve missed you” she said and hugged him tightly

“Me too”

“We can’t do anything though” Antonia said “The children are here”

“That’s ok” he replied “I just came for a hug”

“Good because I’m going to have a bath and go to bed” she said

“Oooh that sounds nice can I join you?”

“For which?” she asked

“Both” he replied hopefully

“I thought you only came for a hug” she asked suspiciously

“I did, but a bath sound nice”

“No” she replied

“Oh go on” he begged “we’ve never had a bath together”

“No” she repeated

 “Go on you know you want to”

“Well it would be nice” she mused

“Ok then but no funny business”

“I promise”

 

As they lay stretched out in the bath together, Antonia was lying back against his chest, she had loosely tied her hair up to keep it out of the water and he kissed her neck and looked down at her breasts which were under the water but her erect nipples kept breaking the surface.

It was a very relaxing bath and he was glad he had persuaded her to share it with her but he was enjoying it a little too much.

“You can stop that right away” she said suddenly

“Stop what?” he asked

“I can feel your “thing” poking me”

“My thing?” he said indignantly “You don’t call it a thing when it’s poking in you”

“That’s different” she said and hugged his arm

“But we can’t be doing that tonight”

And then she stood up and he watched the water running over her glorious contours.

“I know, but it’s a real shame” he said and caressed her buttock.

She got out the bath first and then he followed and began drying each other

“Now I’m all clean, you could get me dirty again” she said and kissed him.

He had been sitting on the edge of the bath drying her legs but he dropped her towel and slipped his hand between her legs and fingered her crack and he couldn’t believe that she was creamily wet already

“We could do it if we’re quiet” she purred

 

They sat on the edge of the bed kissing and Antonia’s hand was on his cock.

“We must be quiet” she whispered softly and turned away to crawl onto the bed and he grabbed her hips and held her firmly as he plunged in between her moist pink lips.

“Oh yes do me like that babe” she rasped and buried her face in the bedclothes.

Plunging his stiff shaft between her eager lips brought muffled moans from beneath the covers.

He reached up and for her wondrous ripe fruits hanging free and he greedily groped and squeezed them while he repeatedly penetrated her hot cunny.

Antonia’s head appeared briefly from its hiding place and gave him a smile as he cupped her magnificent globes and then she continued to emit low rasping moans in response to his penetrations so she buried her head again as he drove on until she went rigid and Antonia let out a smug scream of satisfaction but the duvet absorbed her scream and then they collapsed breathless on the bed.

“That was lovely” she purred and kissed him “I love funny business”

“Me too” he agreed

“Stay the night with me?” she asked and he replied with a kiss.