Choice Tales from the Vale – (167) Moonlight Serenade

 

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.

 

On the night of the summer fair there was always a dance on the village green, in a great marquee, and everyone dressed up.

Paul and Antonia kept their distance, but exchanged glances all night.

He was wearing a suit and she had on a powder blue dress which gave him the horn the moment he laid eyes on her in it.

At the end of the evening he positioned himself near the exit so he could see when Antonia left for home.

When she did she left in a small group and headed in the direction of the Vicarage and he followed at a safe distance as they went down the lane by the church, half of the group broke away at that point so he followed the remaining three as they took the path that crossed the golf course.

Once they had traversed the course the group split again two of them when left and Antonia went right and so did Paul after about 30 yards he had caught up with her.

“Hello gorgeous” he said

“What kept you?” she said and hugged him

Toni shivered so he chivalrously gave her his jacked, which reached down to her knees and she kissed him gently, just once, then again more hotly.

Paul took his opportunity during the passionate kiss and scrabbled up her skirt and found her stockings and suspenders.

“Wait until you're invited” she responded playfully slapping him.

Antonia roughly rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and then held his hand as they walked along the fairway.

“Stockings and suspenders eh” he said

“Yes I wore them especially for someone”

After a few yards they started along a track which was quite dark even in the moonlight.

“Have you got a torch” he asked

“I can see fine” she replied

“I’m like a cat” and she made a little clawing gesture accompanied by a growl, then they emerged onto the fairway again but she was headed in entirely the wrong direction for her house

“Where are we going?” he asked

“We’re going for a walk in the moonlight”

Antonia said “very romantic”.

“Yes but where are we going?”

“Wait and see” Toni answered

They finished up by the 17th tee

“I desperately need a wee” she said and tottered off on her heels into the trees.

He couldn’t hear her peeing in the undergrowth, and he thought he should have been able to.

He’d heard her pee before and it sounded like a horse, so a prolonged jet of piss hitting the hard dry ground, should have been audible. “Anything I can help you with in there?” he offered

“No thank you I can manage” she replied and suddenly emerged from the woods carrying her shoes in one hand and her powder blue dress draped over her arm.

 

She put her shoes and clothing on the bench and then stood in front of him and to his complete and utter delight Antonia stood in the moonlight wearing only stockings and suspenders, Paul’s dinner jacket and his tie, and it made him so hard.

“Why didn’t you want me to undress you in the woods?”

“Because it wasn’t all me under that dress” Antonia said

“There were garments and devices to make me look my best”

“You look perfect to me right now” he said

“Then you had better have me right now” Antonia replied and unbuttoned his dinner jacket and let it slip off het to the floor and he instantly appraised her standing before him naked except for a tie around her neck, a suspender belt, which framed perfectly her neat pubic triangle, and held up the dark blue stockings on her fine legs.

She looked fabulous with the moonlight shining on her forty-year-old breasts, her nipples stiff in the cool night air.

“Wow” he said

She suddenly became self-conscious under his gaze and threw herself into him, her mouth sought out his and found it, her tongue darting and probing his oral cavity while his hands caressed her back and her small soft hands busied themselves with removing his trousers which she made light work of and within a minute her hands were down the back of his pants pulling them off his buttocks.

She pushed him back against the rubbish bin and roughly yanked pants and trousers down and off his feet and then she was back kissing him on the mouth and fumbling with his shirt buttons but she only managed one and lost patience

“Take it off,” she ordered and in an instant she was on her knees and her lips were around his cock

“Oh yes Madam” he gasped out as he pulled the shirt off over his head and threw it aside and looked down at her blonde haired head moving expertly on his shaft while she played with his balls.

She was performing so well and he was enjoying it so much he thought he was going to explode in her mouth any second but almost as soon as he thought it her lips were kissing their way back up his body until her lustful smiling face was only inches from his, and she kissed him again.

As they kissed, he manoeuvred her until her back was against the bench.

She sat her fine buttocks onto the seat and opened her thighs and Paul knelt down before her and they kissed again and her fingers were running through his hair and then he felt downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head downward as his mouth approached her  waiting cunny she stretched out on the bench,

Paul was ready to fuck her but she wanted head first so he willingly obliged her and went down between her stocking clad thighs to sup on her hot juicy pussy. 

His tongue worked at the creamy wet flesh and she wriggled and squirmed, moaned and gasped until she could wait no longer.

“Now Paul” she screamed

“Oh Paul do me now”

So he raised his head and wiped her juice from his mouth and found her laying stretched out along the bench, with one hand gripping the back support and the other playing with her nipple.

Her legs were spread wide and her juicy quim was at the perfect height to receive him.

”Now Paul” she said, “I want it now”

Paul obliged her request and she sucked in air through her teeth and wrapped her legs around him, crossed her ankles and pulled him all the way in, and they held that mutually satisfying attitude until Antonia screamed out under the moonlight at the top of her lungs.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (166) Lily of the Valley

 

Gerald Heaton lived in Upper Gracewood near Finchbottom and on one Sunday afternoon he set off on a bike ride to Pangmere, it was only supposed to a quiet cycle in the countryside, just a spot of fresh air and some exercise.

So it was just a relaxing cycle ride in the countryside but he soon realised his trip to Pangmere was ill advised when another rider over took him, but didn’t then leave him in their wake, they just kept pace with him and that was the problem, because the cyclist was a girl dressed in Lycra which fitted her like a second skin, taut and seamless leaving every contour revealed, each curve, each prominence and mound, and every peak and valley.
Every ridge and canyon of her voluptuous landscape was on show to him and when she stood up in the saddle her immodesty was shown in stark relief, and once seen it could not be unseen and he could think of nothing else.

The effect on Gerald was evident as his erect cock protruded down the leg of his shorts which made it difficult to pedal, as a result he slowed down a bit, but as he did slowed so did she as if she was enjoying his discomfiture.        

All he could do was try and distract himself, by imagining Ann Widdicombe naked but that didn’t work so he tried the old favourite passion killer, English Test Cricket, he went through the mental list of the field positions, County Cricket grounds, and the full array of bowling actions he even listed the English team captains from 1960 to the present day but he still couldn’t get the image of the cyclist’s fit arse and camel toe from his mind and if anything it got worse.

So when they approached a layby he decided to stop and get his erection under control.

But no sooner had he come to a halt than he noticed that the fit girl on the bike had turned around and was heading back towards him and the front view of her was just as revealing as the back.

When his eyes finally rose above the level of her pert tits he saw that they and the impressively large nipples surmounting them belonged to Lily Cooper from the village store, who had then pulled alongside him.  

“Hi Gerry” she said “is everything ok?”

“Fine” he replied but he’d forgotten that his cock was still protruding down his shorts leg, however Lily’s gaze was fixed on it.

“Is that my fault?” she said

“What?” he said and then realised what she was getting at

“Oh my God” he exclaimed and tried to poke it out of sight

“Don’t do that” she said and took hold of it and began to stroke it

“I think that if that’s my fault then I think that I should help to fix it”

Lily smiled as she relinquished her hold of his cock and got off her bike and walked towards the bushes.

“Come on then Gerry don’t be shy” she said and started to pull the zip down on her suit. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (165) Cathy’s Tale – The Proposition

Cathy Maddock’s was an attractive twenty nine year old widow who lived with her six year old twins, Lily and Iris, and an 18 year old step daughter Gillian.

Cathy’s husband John was much older than she was when they married but he was the love of her life and she was absolutely devastated when he died.

After the bottom fell out of her world she spent the following two years following his passing in lonely celibacy.

Every night her dreams were filled with images of the man she loved and vivid pictures of their love making which was why she woke up every morning in her Childean home incredibly horny.

Cathy however was very well versed in the art of pleasuring herself which was just as well, as she had pledged after her husband’s death that she would never share intimacy with a man again and she closed her heart to love for anyone other than the twins and Gillie.

But it was getting more difficult to satisfy herself fully. 

Their wasn’t much in the way of extended family and of those that did exist they were only in contact with her brother Pete and his wife Clare and for Cathy that was enough.

 

Although she kept the world at arms length and the family were very happy there were always occasions when she had to let the outside world in.

Such as when the shower went on the fritz and she needed a plumber, so she had to call her brothers best friend David Tuckman.

A call that Dave was only to willing to answer, without a second thought, because Dave had admired Cathy from afar since he was in year seven.

Cathy was in the year above him but his friendship with Pete brought them into the same sphere on a regular basis.

Unfortunately he never managed to stay in her orbit long enough to make an impact.

But he always lived in hope of being noticed until the day when she married John Maddox and then he thought she was lost to him forever.

When John died suddenly after 7 years he saw a glimmer of hope but he had to sit on his hands while she went through the grieving process, but he didn’t know it would take over two years.  

So when he took the call from her for the plumbing job he thought maybe it was finally his time.

 

When the day came to look at the problem it was something of an anticlimax as he barely even get a glimpse of Cathy, and he only really got to see the step daughter Gillian who he thought was very protective of her when he asked where she was.

She also hung around him a lot and he was almost certain that if he chose to make a play for her that he would have been warmly welcomed, but he wasn’t there for a consolation prize.

It was a similar story a month later when there was a leak in the kitchen so it wasn’t until three months after that when the boiler died that he managed to reaquaint himself with Cathy. 

It was not an altogether happy reunion as he found her colder and more distant than before and she had thawed little by the time he reached the end of the job.

“Well that’s me done” he said as he packed his tools away 

“Is there anything else you need me to do before I head off?”    

“Um” she responded and then fell silent,

Dave waited for her to speak again but when she didn’t he said

“Ok, well if you have a problem you have my number”

But as he reached the door she blurted out  

“Yes, yes there is”

“Ok” he retorted and returned to the kitchen “what do you need?”

There was a long pause and then without looking at him she quietly said

“I want you to touch me”

“What?” he asked almost certain he had misheard

“I want you to touch me” she repeated and he plopped down on a chair.

Cathy was very very horny that day, even more than usual and she had not been able to deal with it in the customary manner because Gillian had to go to work early so she had to breakfast the children and get them ready for school and with Dave in the house and needing access to every room she couldn’t do it after she dropped the girls at school and she knew Dave had fancied her for years and she also knew by the way he looked at her that he still did.

“I’m not sure” he said not beleiving his good fortune.

“Oh please Dave” she entreated “I havent felt the touch of a man since John passed and….” 

“And?”

“And I have such an itch that needs scratching”

“Ok” he agreed

They never made eye contact all during the discussion, infact she never looked at him once, after hearing his acquiescence she reached behind her and unhooked her bra and unbuttoned her jeans before sitting on his lap with her back towards him.

As soon as her arse hit his lap she could feel his cock hard beneath her buttock.

“There will be no intercourse” she stated “just touching”

“I understand” he replied although he thought with her squirnming on his lap he would probably come in his pants anyway.

As his hand settled on her waist he leant in to kiss her but she drew away from him

“No kissing” she snapped

“Sorry” he replied and kissed her neck instead which she responded to instantly by leaning back against him, and as his hand found her breast she loudly sighed her approval.

However that vocal approval was far surpassed as his hand enterered her pants and his fingers found her crack.

 

Cathy was naked from the waist down, with her jeans and knickers bunched up around one ankle and her top and bra were pushed up as Dave fondled her breast and she was moaning loudly as Dave frigged and fingered her to the very precepice when they were discovered.

“What are you doing?” Gillian screamed “leave Mama alone”

Dave was taken by surprise and lost his focus on the job in hand.

“No don’t stop” Cathy begged “Please don’t stop”

“Mama?” Gillian quiried “you want him to?”

“I asked him to” she moaned

“Tell the truth” Dave instructed as he literally got back in the grove

“I… begged him” she admitted.

Within moments of her admittion Cathy began to moan uncontrollably and Dave was enjoying making her cum so much that they both forgot Gillie was still there watching as he stroked her to a noisy conclusion.   

Only when Cathy lay panting in Dave’s arms did they remember she was still with them, staring wide eyed like a deer caught in the headlights, until she realised they were both looking at her and then Gillie went beetroot red and ran out of the room.

After a few minutes Dave asked

“Do I get a kiss now?”

“No” she replied coldly and sat up

“If you want a kiss go and find Gillian”

Dave said nothing in response as he watched Cathy as she pulled her knickers up, then she turned to look at him and as she looked at the bulge in his trousers and added.

“Maybe you can give her that as well”

And then she walked out .

 

Cathy sat on her bed and looked at herself in the mirror and smiled weakly.

She hadnt felt that alive for more than two years but although his intimate touch was intensly electrifying the pleasure he had given her was a double edged sword.

She dismissed him after he brought her to orgasm and rejected his request for a kiss, but the truth of the matter was that she wanted his kiss and his cock. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (164) The Flustered Avuncular and the Mentee

 

Celia Waddington joined the firm in Shallowfield straight out of University and knocked him off his feet the moment she walked into the office and as the old man of the team at 33 he adopted the role of the avuncular and took her under his wing and showed her the ropes and of course try as he might not to, and despite the 12 year age difference Kevin Appleby fell in love with her.

Celia was young and beautiful with bobbed brunette hair and blue eyes which were sharp and intelligent behind her gold rimmed spectacles which sat on her aquiline nose and with her finely chiselled features she was the attractive side of beautiful even without make up.

He did nothing about his attraction toward her though his role was to take her in hand but that was not what she had in mind.

Although nothing happened until Christmas, or to be more precise the Christmas party.

Kevin hadnt seen much of Celia as every man in the office had the hots for her and they didn’t give her a moments peace, he just hoped he’d get a kiss beneath the mistletoe before the party ended.

He needed to pee but rather than trapse through the throng to get to the toilets he decied to use the private bathroom in his bosses office.

So he discreetly slipped away from the party and into Grahams office and walked across and opened the bathroom door and no sooner had he gone inside and locked the door than he spotted Celia sitting on the toilet, tights and knickers around her knees and Dress hoisted up around her middle, her thick brunette bush clearly visible.
“I'm so sorry” he said in a fluster “I didn’t think, I am so, so sorry”
Then he stood transfixed as she wiped herself.

But when he noticed her smiling at him he got all flustered and turned to leave, but his hand was shaking and he couldn’t unlock the door and he heard her get up.

“Its ok” she said “I’m not cross”

He turned around to face her

“I’m still sorry” he said but couldn’t help noticing her tights and knickers were still around her knees and her dress was still hoicked up and her minge was very much still on display.
Celia smiled as she noticed where his gaze had fallen and kissed him as her hand found his crotch.

“I made your cock hard then?” she asked as she stroked the lump in his trousers and kissed him again as she released his cock and he wondered what was going through her mind.
Which was when she shuffed backwards and pulled him along by his cock until she sat on the toilet seat again and she looked at his face as she played with him.
Kevin closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob and her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks until all at once, in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

He could feel Celia’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly as he looked down and could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him while her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft.

“Oh Celia” he gasped

When he was fast approaching the point of no return he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she had already decided that she wasn’t going to stop so with one hand  on the back of her head, his fingers threaded amongst her fine brunette hair and the other caressed her bulging cheek he let her have her way.

And Celia’s fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and tugging on him furiously and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock and snorting through her nose, her mouth joined the busy little fingers in the rhythmic wanking.

“Oh Celia” he called as His buttocks clenched tight, he was so close now and Celia could sense it and she was going at him like a demon, And then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot and her eager lips sucked him dry.

Celia was still grasping him and sucking and licking at the last of his seed before her lips smacked one last time as her lips released his saliva soaked shaft.

“Was that ok?” She asked and kissed his helmet

“Oh yes baby” he said and kissed her forehead

“You would have got so much more” she said slurping on his cock once more “but I have an unwelcome guest”

“Really?

“Yes and when my guest has gone I’m going to fuck your brains out”

She said as she slowly pulled up her drawers

“I can’t wait” he said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (163) A Vixen of the Vale

 

He ordered room service, from the special menu, the connoisseurs selection, and when she arrived she walked into his room and stood on six-inch stiletto heels as she slipped off her long black leather coat, revealing just her underwear, a black silk teddy, fitting her lithesome figure like a shimmering sheath, a garter belt about her waist which held up sheer black stockings of the finest quality, lace trimmed at the thigh.

Standing before him dressed all in black, the tantalising taut lines betraying her nakedness beneath the silk, as her nipples, proud and aroused intimated their readiness.

His eyes greedily consumed her filthy allure and filled his head with thoughts both vivid and impure, but then that was what he ordered.

He was instantly aroused and wanted her there and then but she knew how to tantalise and tease, so instead of surrendering herself immediately to his lust, she knelt before him with his eyes full of naked want and pleasured him, heightening his arousal and maximising the experience, so when she granted him his wish it would in turn satisfy her own hunger.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (162) Light the Blue Touch Paper

 

It was dark in the lane and just ahead of them they could see there was a dog walker smoking a cigarette while some kind of Terrier snuffled in the grass.

The man took one last drag on it, making his face glow red and then he flicked it into the darkness and it span through the air like a Catherine wheel,

This he thought was quite appropriate as they had just been to a fireworks display on the village green and the smell of the gun powder was still thick in the damp night air.  

 

But despite the cold and damp neither Jack nor Cassie were in any particular hurry to get home.

They walked slowly hand in hand as if they were teens on their very first date together, or even their first ever dates, a couple of virgin teens wanting their first date to last forever.

So they walked as slowly as it was possible to go without actually standing still.

But nothing could be farther from the truth, Jack and Cassie were not virgin teens on their first date, they were married, though not to each other.

The reason they were able to walk hand in hand through the village of Clarence was because they didn’t live there.

So although they were in love like a couple of teenagers that wasn’t the reason they ambled so slowly in the cold damp night air.

Because while their hearts were filled with love, their minds were full of lust and after some prolonged foreplay earlier in the car where they had lit the blue touch paper of their passion they were ready to end bonfire night with a bang.

And the venue for their sexual firework display was the bus shelter further down the lane and as soon as the last bus had left for the evening he was going in there to fuck his brother’s wife from behind.  

Choice Tales from the Vale – (161) The Commuter Train 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.

But their sex life was not wholly dependent upon what Maxlins had to offer.

 

On one occasion they were travelling on the Finchbottom Express during evening rush hour as they travelled to Abbottsford for a business seminar. 

They boarded the train and the carriage was a little over half full and took the seats by the door and made themselves comfortable, Sara sat in the corner by the window and Gary sat beside her.

They were at the opposite end of the carriage to the toilets so they thought there wouldn’t be much thru traffic and therefore a quieter journey and as it was a very early start for them they were very tired and hoped for a bit of a snooze.

They were soon under way and enjoying the views as the train clickety clacked its way through the Downshire countryside, which was bathed in spring sunshine.

A combination of the train’s motion and Sara’s familiar exotic perfume stirred his loins but the urge to fall asleep was greater than his lust.

Even before they had reached the Finchbottom Vale Sara had cuddled up to him, drawing her legs up underneath her and hugged his arm as she rested her head on his shoulder and fell asleep.

He glanced down at her thru sleepy eyes and noticed a little bit of pale pink bra strap showing, and by adjusting the angle of his head he managed to glimpse the lace edging of her bra inside her blouse where he thought he could discern the silhouette of a nipple pushing through the cotton of her blouse, but whether it was his imagination or just wishful thinking, he was wide awake.

Sara stirred as if conscious of his gaze but he continued looking anyway simply because her body was too gorgeous not to.

After a few minutes the long blinks were setting in and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier but he quickly came to as she slid one hand down his arm until she was holding his hand which he thought was sweet then closed his eyes again but was brought back very much to the moment as Sara was tucking his hand between her knees and his palm was resting on the thin material of her tights and the quality flesh they contained, so his palm began its trek along the inside of her thigh as Sara open her legs enough to aid his advance and the touch of the thinly shod feel of her inner thigh brought a lump to his pants.

With her head on his shoulder he could hear and feel her steady breathing as his hand advanced, creeping ever higher up Sara’s firm thigh as she opened and closed her legs in anticipation and she moaned quietly and Gary could feel the heat from her pussy as he neared his objective.

When his hand arrived at the point where she had the itch that needed to be scratched, he began to rub her pussy through the fabric and her breathing changed instantly and her legs that had opened just enough for his hand to proceed were now at right angles to one another.

The consequence of her action and plus his rubbing and the thinness of her tights caused his fingers to push straight through the gusset and his digits then proceeded inside her sodden pants and beyond, into her creamy wet minge.

Shangri-La having been reached he relished looking upon the recipient of his lust as her buttocks clenched and she wriggled and squirmed on the seat beside him.

This was not the first time they had had an adventure on a train but it was the first time on a commuter train.

 

It was not the first time they had had an adventure on a train but it was the first time on a commuter train.

He was conscious of the fact they were in an open carriage, though not fully occupied, but he still had to keep a weather eye on the aisle to ensure they were not discovered but obviously the risk of being caught added to the spice, the hardness of his cock and the wetness of her cunny was testament to that.

Sara for her part was stifling her moans by burying her face in her coat, which she needed to do, as he was deep into the heart of her fire as he frigged her, and she was not a quiet lover at the best of times.

Then he heard the door open from the adjoining carriage so his fingers exited Sara’s fanny and she closed her legs and Gary nonchalantly rested his hand on her knee as a passenger opened the door and he smiled to himself as he looked down to where his hand was resting, and noticed the Downshire sunshine glistening on Sara’s viscose juices on the two fingers that had previously been engaged between her lips.

The indecisive passenger, meanwhile, paused for a moment then went back the way he came and immediately the door closed behind him

Sara swung open her legs and gripping him by the wrist thrust his hand inside the gaping hole in her shredded tights to return to their previous duties.

So as the Downshire countryside hurtled by he attended to her wet gash, her cream oozing between his fingers as he stroked her pussy until she closed her thighs and came, letting out a muffled scream inside her coat as she did so.

After a moment or two she relaxed and her thighs released their grip on his hand.

“Hmmm” Sara murmured when her head emerged from inside her coat and then she kissed him wetly before cuddling up to him again and they sat there like that for about five minutes

Just being on a train made him horny, being on a train with Sara made him even more so, but after their little adventure he had the mother of all erections.

Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to satisfy himself but their options were limited and time was against them

“Thank you horny” she said lightly squeezing the lump in his trousers

“That was gorgeous”

“Good” he said

“But I think we need to deal with him” she said and unzipped his fly

Sara then performed on him expertly in the busy carriage and as the Finchbottom express rolled into Abbottsford Station he exploded inside her mouth.

 

They were the last off the train and walked slowly off the platform and then once on the concourse she started looking around

“What’s the matter?” he asked

“I’m all sticky” she whispered “and uncomfortable”

“Ah” he replied unhelpfully

“There’s one” she announced “Back in a mo” and Gary smiled as he watched her walk towards the knicker shop with a very un-lady like gait.

 

Sara returned about ten minutes later, walking much more comfortably carrying a plastic bag which Gary assumed contained her moist knickers.

“Are you feeling better now?” he enquired

“Definitely more comfortable” she replied and then whispered

“I’m still very horny though” and kissed him slowly and seductively on the mouth.

“Then you know what we’ll be doing when the seminar breaks for lunch?” he replied and kissed her back.