Choice Tales from the Vale – (168) The Babysitter

 

Eleanor Saunders was a 29 year old divorcee with two young children who still lived in the marital home in Dulcet Green, the village where she was born.

She concidered herself very lucky to be living in the place that she loved.

But she was still an attractive woman, very attractive most would say, and although she loved her children dearly she had needs outside of the family which wernt being met.

So she started dating again, blind dates mainly, and usually disasterous.

On the occasions when she did go out she had a local girl, Christine Murch, babysit for her.

Chrissie was a pretty blonde student who went to Finchbottom College and was a quiet studious girl who was always grateful of the extra money, and could study just as well in Ellie’s house as at home.

It was after one particularly disastrous date that Eleanor arrived home early and almost caught Chrissie laying on the sofa fingering herself, but Ellie was a bit too noisy as she opened the front door which gave the girl a chance to pull her jeans up.

But Ellie was certain sure she was flicking herself off and found herself wishing she’d been a bit quieter with the front door.

 

The next day after she’d taken the children to school she sat on the sofa and made an interesting discovery, a pair of her dirty knickers, which she was certain she had put in the wash the previous morning.

Eleanor imediately thought the previous nights nearmiss and the unearthing of her dirty panties had to be connected and got so hot at the images in her head she flicked herself off.

 

Eleanor lay semi recumbant on the sofa with her clothing in total dissarray and her digits still between her lips and a smug expression on her face and a salacious plan in her head.

And the first part of the plan was to bait the trap which she did by wiping her sticky lips with he pink panties and putting them in her wash bin.

The second part was to phone Chrissie and ask if she could babysit that evening.

 

Once the kids were safely tucked up in bed she brought out the artillery, her best and hottest black silk ensemble and black stockings all beneath a black designer dress.

She also took extra care with her hair and makeup so she could optamise the impact so that when she appeared downstairs Chrissie would be blown away.

“How do I look?” she asked almost casually     

“Wow you look stunning” Chrissie said

“Are you doing something special?”

“I do hope so” Ellie thought to herself but out loud she said

“No just dinner”

“Well he’s a very lucky man” she said

Eleanor spent longer than usual getting out the door as she wanted to give Chrissie every oportunity to drink in the vision of her in her finery and crossing and recrossing the lounge also wafted her expensive perfume arround the room, although she wasn’t sure that was the scent that Chrissie was interested in.

She also did a lot of bending over and even lifted the hem of her dress and adjusted her stocking right infront of her to great effect, the pleasure on her face was palpable.

 

When Ellie was quite sure she’d tempted and teased her babysitter enough she picked up her bag and keys and said goodbye.

“Have a nice time” Chrissie said

Eleanor slammed the front door behind her but instead of getting in the car she crept around the side of the house and reentered via the kitchen door.

She put her bag down and slipped off her shoes and tiptoed across the kitchen and quietly into the dining room to the half open door that led to the lounge and waited for the show to start and after the very noticable effect she had on the baby sitter she didn’t think it would be long.

And sure enough as she peered through the crack in the door Chrissie was just returning from the wash bin with Eleanors soiled knickers, the pink ones from that morning, with her cum on and the red from the night before.

She made her self comfortable on the sofa and closed her eyes as she held Ellie’s soiled silk panties to her nose and Ellie could clearly hear her soft approval as Chrissie breathed in Eleanors intimate odour.

And then she began touching herself through her clothes but Ellie pre departure performance had got her so worked up that within seconds she was pushing her jeans up her thights and she had a her hand inside her navy blue knickers and her pleasure was audibly expressed.

Ellie couldn’t remember the last time she was so hot so she soon found her hand rubbing at her own pussy as she watched the young blonde pleasuring herself.

Being so excited at what she was watching and being considerably more experienced than her baby sitter at the art of masturbation, Ellie very soon brought herself to climax, so she quietly undressed while still watching the erotic display of Chrissie’s diddling.

When Eleanor stepped out of her panties she picked them up and wiped her wet pussy with them making sure every drop of her pungent juice was on the black silk and when she saw Chrissies body jerk in orgasm she made her move.

Chrissie was not however satisfied and carried on her ministrations as she lay on the sofa with her eyes closed and still holding Ellie’s pink lingerie to her cheek with the soiled crotch over her nose and mouth as she breathed in her sour bouquet.

Ellie stepped silently into the lounge naked except for the black stockings that Chrissie enjoyed so much earlier.

Eleanor stopped beside the sofa and idly fingered her pussy as she looked down on her as she moaned and sighed into Ellie’s knickers.  

“These ones are fresher” she said holding out her black pants.

Chrissie opened her eyes and gasped, firstly because she had been discovered masturbating and then again when she noticed Eleanor was naked and was touching herself intimately.

“Or perhaps you would prefer the source” she suggested and leant over the sitter so she could bury her face in her minge.

 

Eleanor rarely went out after that night but Chrissie still babysat twice aweek so she didn’t need to go out anymore to have her needs met.

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.