Choice Tales from the Vale – (180) Pictures of Lily

 

Gerald Heaton lived in Upper Gracewood near Finchbottom and

The morning after he made love to Lily Cooper in his bed he was rudely awakened from his slumber by the persistent ringing of his mobile phone.

He reached a hand out from beneath the duvet and grabbed the phone

“Hello” he said sleepily and then realised it was a text.

So he pressed accept for the message and was snapped awake by what he saw

It was a selfie from Lily wearing a black leather Basque, black silk panties trimmed in lace and black stockings and suspenders.
“Wow” he said and felt a tingling in his loins.

He closed his eyes as he remembered touching her lovely body and only opened them again at the sound of another text.

His hand was shaking as he picked up his phone and viewed another selfie this time she was minus the Basque and the tingling in his loins became an erection.

Gerald got out of bed and went in the shower but he took his phone with him, so he could look at her as he tugged himself off.

But before he got in the shower he got another text and she was peeling a stocking off her leg and almost immediately he received another one and she was peeling the stocking off the other leg.

He put the phone down and got in the shower and when he got out he was sporting a boner in anticipation of the next selfie so Gerald grabbed his phone and this time Lily had her back to the camera as she pulled her black silk knickers off her lovely arse.

“I want you so badly” he said and quickly dried himself and was partially dressed when his phone went again, it was another picture and this time she was completely naked as she lay on her bed.

He finished dressing and had just confined his throbbing erection behind his fly when the phone went again and his hand was shaking as he picked it up, what would the next picture reveal?,

But Gerald was rather disappointed to see it was just a text which he reluctantly opened, but when he read it his hand was shaking even more.

It read

“Come and get it”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (179) Cathy’s Tale – Laying the Ghost

 

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, but there came a time when David Tuckman, her brothers best friend, was repairing the boiler that she weakened and begged him to touch her.

“there will be no kissing and no intercourse” she stated “just touching”

To kiss and make love would be a betrayal to his memory.

But she thought touching would be alright and touch her he did and took her to orgasm, but not before they were discovered by her stepdaughter Gillie.

 

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.

But while she was sitting alone lamenting what she might have received, her stepdaughter Gillian was receiving it instead.

Cathy could have no complaint however as it was she who had told him to take his kiss and his hard on and give it to Gillie.

 

When she heard Gillie’s door open she got up and followed him down the stairs.

“Is she ok?” she asked

“Yes” he replied “she’s asleep now”

“Good”

“How are you feeling?” he asked

“Jealous” she replied and turned away and a minute later she heard the front door slam.

She wanted to run to the door and shout after him

“Come back and fuck me now”

But of course she didn’t, but she did make a resolution to herself.

 

Two day later she phone Dave to say that one of the radiators was leaking and he said he would be round as soon as he could.

The leaky radiator was a fabrication, it was merely a device to get him through the door.

While she waited she got herself dressed in preparation because getting him through the door was only part of the plan and so what she was dressed in was designed to keep him there.

But as she sat and waited for him with every tick off the clock her resolve began to ebb away.

So she opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a large glass.

 

By the time Dave knocked on the front door she was on her third.

“Come and have a drink” she slurred when she’d opened the door

“Ok” he said doubtfully and followed her but he declined the drink and waited for her to tell him why he was there.

In the end it was Dave who broke the silence.

“When I asked you how you were feeling the other day, you replied, “jealous”

“I did” she agreed

“What of?”

“I was jealous of her, because of her having you” she replied which he suspected but he didn’t see the next bit coming

“And I was jealous of you for having her”

“Really?” he asked but she said no more on the subject “so where is the leaky rad?”

“Ah” she exclaimed “The only thing that’s wet around here is me”

“I can fix that” Dave said “but there would be no conditions”

Cathy didn’t reply but she put her wine glass down and stood up and clumsily slipped off her dress and stood in front of him in her black Teddy.

“So no holds barred?” he asked

“Shut up and kiss me” she said

So he obliged and it was everything he hoped their first kiss would be and as he stood holding her he asked

“So everything then?”

“Come with me and I’ll show you” she said and led him by the hand upstairs to her bedroom and once inside she crawled onto the bed on all fours and Dave un-popped her gusset, and pushed the garment over her hips exposing her round white buttocks and her dewy lips.

Dave quickly joined her on the bed and knelt behind her and gripped her hips before he fulfilled his lifelong ambition when he reached up and inside her Teddy and cupped her wondrous breasts and to vociferous acquiescence plunged his cock into her hot juice.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (178) The Deserted Avuncular and the Mentee

 

Celia Waddington joined the firm in Shallowfield straight out of University and knocked him off his feet and it was towards the end of

September eight years later when Kevin Appleby was sat in the lounge bar of the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel in the Shallowfield enjoying a pint when she walked in.

He didn’t recognise her at first and he had to do a bit of double take, she was still as beautiful as ever but her lustrous brown hair that used to be cut in a bob, now flowed in brunette waves over her narrow shoulders.

The business suit she customarily used to wear had been replaced by faded denim jeans, a pink top and a long flowing cardigan cut in the style of an Afghan coat with fake fur trim and brightly coloured brocade panels.

Celia Waddington looked so different from the young woman he had last seen 18 months earlier at their mutual friend Gary Newman’s New Year Eve party.

Her eyes were sharp and intelligent behind her gold rimmed spectacles that sat on her aquiline nose and with her finely chiselled features she was the attractive side of beautiful but only for the fact she wasn’t wearing a scrap of makeup.

But despite the hair, clothes and a lack of makeup the eyes and the smile could not be disguised.

It was a case of what you see is what you get with Celia just as it was the first day she walked into the office straight out of University.

That was eight years earlier 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.

There was no double take for Celia, she recognised him instantly and beamed a broad smile and he realized as she walked towards him that he was still in love with her.

“Kevin” she said “What a surprise”

She was never tall but in her flat shoes she had to stand on tip toes and he had to stoop so they could properly embrace. 

“What brings you here?” she asked

“I’ve been to a garden party at the Coopers, the other end of the lake, and I over indulged” he replied

“What about you?” he asked

“As you know my sister lives in the village” Celia replied “and she’s just had twins”

“Wow Aunty Celia” he said “that still doesn’t explain why you’re here”

“Because I’ve only been an aunty for five days and I’m exhausted”

She said and slumped down in her chair

“Oh dear” he said “No stamina, you youngsters”

“Honestly if I don’t get a good night’s sleep before I drive home I won’t make it” she explained

“So this is as far as you got?” he asked

“I so need a good night’s sleep” Celia said and hugged the cushion to her chest and he was so jealous of that cushion.

“Do you think you might stay awake long enough to have dinner?”

Kevin asked

“It depends who’s paying” Celia answered peering over the top of a cushion.

“My treat” he said and it really was a treat to see Celia again and he knew in that moment he was still hopelessly in love with her.

The problem was that she didn’t love him, not enough anyway. 

 

His hand was shaking as he was stood at the bathroom sink to shave and looked at his reflection.

“Who am I trying to kid?” he asked himself

Since he’d last seen her, 18 months earlier, she hadn’t aged a day while he looked as if he’d aged 10 years, he stood less chance of getting her back than ever.

They had shared an on/off relationship for six years and he had wanted to make it permanent, and proposed, and Celia flipped out, and broke up with him and went to work for a rival company.   

 

Despite his misgivings he shaved and showered and made the best of what he had, such as it was, and went downstairs to the bar to wait for her.  

When he got there she was already sitting at the bar perched on a barstool waiting for him.

Celia was still wearing jeans but she now wore a white smock top decorated with tiny pink roses and she was made up to perfection and was already halfway through a large glass of white wine.

“Hi” he said as he leant in and kissed her cheek.

Her hair was freshly washed and was subtly scented with the fragrance of apples, while her skin exuded the aroma of coconut and as he lingered by her cheek, perhaps a little longer than he should have, he was in such close proximity to her that his senses were assailed by the scent of just a little too much Channel, which was unusual for her.

She was always subtle, or at least she had been.

“You look lovely” he said when he had come up for air.

“And you smell good enough to eat” he added to himself

“This is the only thing I had left that didn’t smell of baby sick” She confessed “but to make doubly sure I doused myself with perfume”

“Well that clears up that little mystery” he thought

“You smell delicious” he said “not a hint of baby sick”  

“Honestly?” she asked

“Honestly” Kevin replied just as he caught the barman’s eye “Do you want another?”

“Hmm yes please” she replied and drained her glass

When the drinks appeared they made their way to the restaurant, it was a walk they had done many times before.

It was a favourite haunt of theirs and they had stayed at the Shallowfield Lodge many times before and eaten in the restaurant more often than not.

But that was in the days when he was mentoring her in his avuncular role all the while having a torrid affair.

As they ate they talked about the old days and the people they both knew and how both their careers were going. 

However what Kevin really wanted to talk about was her, the personal stuff, what she had been up to in her life over the 18 months since they had last met and the two years since the two of them worked together.

“What about you?” she asked taking him by surprise

“What?” he replied

“What about you?” she repeated this time with more than a hint of a slur “are you spoken for?”

To his amusement Kevin watched as she appeared to rerun the question in her head and seemed alarmed by her realization of what she had actually said

“What I meant to say is… um… err… are you… erm…”

It amused him to watch her struggle and getting more flustered but decided to put her out of her misery.

“I’m still single”

“Oh” she responded trying to appear indifferent “still not met the right girl?

“I wouldn’t say that exactly” he replied and didn’t elaborate, the truth of the matter was he had met the right girl but she didn’t want him.

“What about you?” he asked

“Still footloose and fancy free” Celia replied

Dinner came and went as did desert and all the time their glasses were refreshed, but it wasn’t until they were having liqueurs that he plucked up the courage to say what was on his mind.

“I’ve really missed you”

She seemed both surprised and pleased by the revelation and he wondered if she had heard him correctly or if it was just the wines effect on her processing ability,

“I’m sorry” she replied

“Why did you go?” he asked “I never understood why you left”

“I had to” she replied earnestly

“But why??” he asked

“Because I was scared” Celia confessed

“Scared?” he asked aghast

“Yes” 

“Of what?” Kevin asked angrily

“Marriage” She admitted

“So all you had to say was no” he said and then there was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes as the waiter cleared the empty glasses from the table, when he had gone she said

“I thought it was for the best”

The waiter hovered just out of earshot as they were the last two diners and he obviously wanted them gone.

“I think we have out stayed our welcome” he said and got up and Celia followed suit

“Goodnight” Kevin said to the waiter and headed towards reception

“Let me explain” Celia said as she trotted behind him but he ignored her and pressed on along the corridor but she caught up with him as he stopped to allow an elderly lady to go through the fire doors.

“I made a mistake” she said from behind him and he span round on her

“I realised almost immediately” she continued

“So why didn’t you come back?”

“I didn’t know how” she said and fell in to his arms

“So you just made us both unhappy” he said gently

“Yes” she replied and Celia began to cry

“Don’t cry honey” he said

He had never seen that side of her before, vulnerable, this was a different girl to the one who had seduced him in an executive toilet, she wasn’t shy or unsure on that day.  

So when she looked up at him through tear filled eyes he kissed her, a kiss he had longed for, and dreamt of for two years.

 

“So what does this mean?” he asked when their lips parted

“It means I want you back” Celia replied “I want you to take me back”

After the long awaited kiss and Celia’s appeal they walked hand in hand to the door of his room where they kissed again.

Kevin unlocked the door and pushed it open, but Celia paused in the doorway.

“Before we go any further I have a confession to make” she said

“You don’t have to say anything honey” he replied

“I really do” she insisted

“Ok” Kevin replied, a little concerned at what might follow

Celia took a deep breath and blurted out

“I haven’t shaved my legs”

“I don’t mind as long as you didn’t shave anything else”

“Well there’s a great way to find out” she said and undid her jeans and let him slip his hand into her knickers.

“Beautiful” he said as his hand examined her lush hairy bush

“No way would I shave it, I know how much you like my hairy minge”

She said “and I haven’t cut a single pube since you last touched it”

“I love it” he said

“I’ve missed your touch” she said “and you were the last one to touch it”

“Then I suggest you get in my room quick so I can bury my face in it” he said 

“Thank God” she said “I’ve miss that too”

“You do realise though that you’re not going to get any sleep tonight” he pointed out

“That’s what I was hoping for” she said and removed her jeans and knickers in the corridor outside his room.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (177) White Silk Stockings

 

White silk stockings, silkily sheer, from dainty well sculptured ankle to soft lily white thigh, but those glorious legs in silky guise, although pleasing to the eye were needing to be touched.

So he placed his trembling hand and the stockings, delicately soft, felt so cool to the touch beneath his palm contrasting starkly with the heat of his ardour
Smooth cool silk, temptingly tactile, a feast for hand and eye, then his hand moved along the sensual silk road that leads to paradise.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (176) Oral Exam

 

Jon Lawton was a quiet shy man, and was new to the area, when he moved into a terraced cottage in Childean and instantly fell in love with his new neighbour Sammi Patel.

Sammi was not new to Childean and nor was she shy but she was attracted to shy Jon.

But despite their mutual attraction four months passed by and nothing happened between them.

Until that is Jon got a toothache so he made an appointment to see a dentist.

 

He got the earliest appointment he could, which was two days after he woke up with toothache at midday.  

Jon didn’t like going to the Denist’s it always wound him up, so as he sat in the waiting room with his blood coarsing through his veins and his heart pounding in his chest and with every passing minute the adrenilin pumped around his body.

So that by the time he was called he was highly aroused.

 

As Jon went into the room the dentist was sat at a computer in the corner.

“Take a seat” they said and turned around so he sat in chair and then the light was turned on and angled into his face.

This served only to make him produce even more adrenelin and then he realised that the Dentist was Sammi.

“You need to relax Jon” she said

“I have a fobia” he said

“Well you still need to calm down” Sammi said

“you have to relax”

“I cant” he panted

“You really must” she insisted and put her hand on his crotch and that action slowed his breathing down imediately in fact it stopped altogether for a moment.

“Nice and calm” she said and began stroking his cock through his trousers.

Sammi was looking at him lying in the chair with his eyes closed as his shaft swelled beneath her hand and then as she unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock through the opening she smiled as his expression changed.

“Very calm now Jon” she said as she stroked him “Nice and calm”

And then her mouth engulfed him and he was far from calm and chose that point to vocalize for the first time, not in words but very definitely in tones of acquiescence until after extensive demonstration of her oral expertise Jon cried out as he shot in her mouth and she consumed his seed.

Sammi rose from her task and as Jon put his dick away she rinsed her mouth and asked

“Are you relaxed now?”

“Yes” he replied

“Good” Sammi said and kissed him

“Now lets do a propper oral exam, and tonight I will come round to yours and help cure your fobia of Dentists”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (175) The Magnificent Girl in the Military Tease

 

In the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, Martyn Wingrove was sitting in his house.

Sharon Todd was his girlfriend and the last time he’d seen her was when he waved her off at Brize Norton wearing the combat fatigues of the Downshire Light Infantry as they left for Brunei for jungle operational training and from there to Canada for battle training on the prairie of Alberta.

A three month absence which was passing agonizingly slowly, for him anyway.

They skyped occasionally, more so when she reached Canada, not so much in Brunei due to the remoteness of the jungle bases.

They also exchanged email, which was also problematic from Brunei, but what she did do were little video messages, which she would record and send to him from her phone when she could get a signal.

Martyn really looked forward to getting them and the first thing he did when he got up in the morning was to check his phone.

One morning however there was nothing, and there had been nothing for two days, and he was very low.

He was counting the days until she was home, and as of that moment there were on four days.

Just four days until he could hold her and touch her again, but still he was disappointed not to get a message.

All of a sudden his phone vibrated on the table, he picked it up and held his breath before he looked.

It was from her and it was a video message and when it began he gasped so he put his phone down and picked up his tablet so he could see her on a bigger screen.

She was in a hotel room sitting on a sofa with a large white fluffy towel wrapped around her.

“This is for you darling” she said and let the towel fall away and he could she her in all her splendour.  

He assumed the hotel was in Brunei because she was completely bald down below and she had told him that she shaved her fanny because of the hot sweaty conditions in the jungle, and there was no hint of regrowth.

Sharon then started rubbing herself with baby oil, first her breasts and then her belly, her thighs and her pussy and then only her pussy and she got very hot very quick, he supposed she was already highly aroused before she started.

Sharon was breathing hard and biting her lip, and then she hooked her finger inside her labia and pulled it aside so she could flick her clit which she did ferociously and was moaning coarsely while still maintaining eye contact with the lens, so he would know it was all for him.

Martyn was enthralled by her display and exceedingly turned on and was tempted to get his tool out and wank along with her but he didn’t want to miss a second of her and he knew she was close he would come with her on the next screening.   

Sharon was now wanking with both hands, her forefingers side by side rubbing along her crease and her palms stroking her lips.

Her delicious moaning grew louder and louder as her hands pumped down her crack, faster and faster and as she pushed down her thighs raised up.

She was so close to bliss, and her face was contorted with ecstasy as she bit her lip.

Sharon used one hand to reach up and grab the sofa back as she bucked and squirmed towards orgasm and employed her remaining hand to rub her pussy lips mercilessly until she came noisily.

 

She continued rubbing herself in the aftermath as she smiled smugly at him, while she panted, then her smile broadened and her face adopted a wicked demeanour as she held her hand to her face and sniffed her scent off her palm and then repeated the process with the other hand and all the while smiling at the camera.

Sharon put a finger to her mouth and pulled her lip down in a naughty schoolgirl kind of way and closed her eyes.

After a minute of watching the dirty little panting soldier laying slumped spent and disgraced on the sofa she suddenly opened her eyes and rushed over to the laptop.

“I really miss you” she said and smiled and then she got really close to the screen and whispered

“I love you” and kissed the screen and then she was gone.

“Wow that was incredible” he said “and she loves me”

Sharon had always resisted saying it before, he knew that she did, but she had just never said it.        

He sat at the table for about ten minutes afterwards because he wasn’t sure if he would be able to stand up as virtually every drop of blood in his body was residing in his cock.

And just at the point when he was ready to move the phone went off again.

“What now?” he said “I don’t know if I can cope with another video”

But it wasn’t a message it was a phone call from her dirty little soldier.

“Hi Soldier” he said

“Hello darling” Sharon said “Did you get my message”

“Oh yes” he replied

“Do you think I’m really slutty?” she asked

“No, I think you’re really horny” Martyn said

“Did you like it?”

“Are you kidding me, I am so hard” he replied

“Good, because I’m outside” Sharon said

“Outside where?”

“Outside on your doorstep” she said

“What? You’re here now?”

“Yes” she replied and he rushed to the door and prayed it wasn’t a prank

But when he opened the door there she was, his beautiful Sharon, and she was wearing a dress.

“Well I can’t see you anywhere” he said “there is a really fit bird in a dress but no soldier”

“Shut up and kiss me” she said so he duly obliged and held him tightly.

“My god you really did like the video didn’t you?” she exclaimed as she felt his cock against her pelvis.

“Ah you noticed” he said

“How could I not” she retorted

“I’m not like that anymore, I’m furry down there again now”

“Good I really love your fur” he replied “let’s go and see how well it’s growing”

 

Laying in his bed after an exhausting examination of her body he asked

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

“You didn’t ask” she replied

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

“Change of plans” she said “and I have one month’s leave”

“A month” he exclaimed “what’s the catch”

“Why does there have to be a catch” she said defensively

“There always is” he said “so where’s your next posting?”

“Cyprus” she replied and he thought that wasn’t too bad and then she added “for 12 months”

“12?” he said sadly

“Yes” she replied “But you can come and visit me out there and I can send you more videos”

“Well you paint a very attractive picture” he said “you in the flesh in the sunshine and videos of my dirty little soldier”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (174) The Wedding Planner

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 on occasion it took planning.

 

It was late on Saturday morning when he was just leaving the clubhouse at the Forest Ridge Golf Club.

“Mark darling” a voice said in familiar tones and he turned round to see the lovely Antonia dressed up to the nines.

She looked stunning in a peach coloured suit and matching accessories, as usual she was stylishly coordinated from hat to shoes and everything in between.

“Hello Toni” he said, “where are you off to?”

“My sister’s wedding” she said raising her eyebrows “number four”

“Well you look gorgeous as usual,” he said as he gave her an appraising gaze. “Immaculately accessorised”

“Well thank you kind sir”

“Everything matching?” he asked raising an eyebrow

“Everything darling” she whispered “as usual”

“So what are you doing here?” he asked

“Well I do have a rather convoluted tale of the why’s and wherefores, but to tell the truth I came to show off the outfit”

And she smiled in the very cute way she had where her nose wrinkled.

“And the place is deserted” she said and shrugged “what about you?”

“I was looking for someone to play with,” he said

“And we all know what kind of game you like to play” she said cheekily

“Well you should know better than most” he retorted and Antonia blushed.

“Do you want to play?” she asked

“Always” he replied

“I meant golf,” Antonia stated

“So did I” he lied

“No you didn’t” she retorted “thank God”

“Where is the wedding by the way?” he asked

“Clayton Manor” she replied

“I don’t suppose you know the room number?” he whispered

“No I don’t” she replied indignantly but her eyes intimated she would let him know.

After he’d watched Antonia walk away towards the car park it started to rain so he decided to go home and get ready to gate crash a wedding.

 

He got to the Hotel just after 10 o’clock when the party was in full swing and slipped unnoticed up to the bar and mingled with the revellers as he looked for his quarry.

He knew the Clayton Manor and he also knew that the only access to the toilets was via the bar, so from his position he had a clear view of the ladies as they tottered off to the loo’s.   

Paul didn’t have to wait too long before the lovely Antonia emerged from the ballroom looking every bit as gorgeous as she had that morning at the golf club, just a slight unsteadiness and a flushing of her cheeks betrayed the fact she had been drinking.

He let her carry on tottering to the ladies unmolested but intercepted her on the return journey.

“Antonia Tarling-Toley!!” Paul said and made her jump

“Oh hello” she said trying to hide her pleasure at seeing him and failing miserably

“What a surprise seeing you here”

“Yes it’s a small world” he responded “Are you enjoying yourself at the party?”

“Yes it’s been a wonderful party darling” she said “But I’m very tired now and I was thinking of turning in soon”

“Why don’t you join me for a drink first” he suggested

“Yes that would be lovely” she replied “just a quick one”

“Really? I think we can do better than that” he said and she blushed scarlet.

 

For the next 10 minutes they sat at a table in the crowded bar and made banal small talk but as Antonia got towards the bottom of her glass she asked

“Is your room nice?”

“I don’t have one” he replied “I’m not sure if I’m staying”

“I see”

“What about you?” he asked

“Yes I have a lovely room” she replied and wetting her finger she wrote a number on the table.

“Well I will say goodnight then” she said and stood up “it was really nice seeing you again”

“Likewise” he responded “Goodnight”

He watched her as she walked away in her accessorised peach suit and thought about how much he would enjoy getting her out of it.

 

He remained in the bar for ten minutes and then paid a visit to the gents before taking the back stairs up to Antonia’s floor and when he was sure the coast was clear he knocked on the door to her room

“Room service” he called and the door opened

“Yes please” she replied and pulled him into the room by his belt and the second the door closed behind him she pinned him to the door and kissed him.

“You were pleased to see me then?” he said

“Yes” she replied unnecessarily “but it was agony, I so wanted to kiss you and hold you”

“So did I” Paul said and kissed her and then they walked deeper into the room.

“I thought you would have been ready for me” he said and she blushed and then in a very childlike voice said

“I wanted you to undress me, like I was special”

“You are special” Paul said immediately “you are so special”

And he spent the next ten minute slowly and tenderly undressing her until he was slipping her peach coloured silk panties off her ankles and she was completely naked and extremely turned on.

“What would my special lady like to do now?” he asked and kissed her

“She wants to undress you” she replied and proceeded to strip him in about two minutes flat

“So I’m not so special then?” he protested

“Yes you are but I’m really horny now” she replied but I’m going to make you feel really special in a moment”

And with that she knelt down and took his cock in her mouth and gave him her special attention but it was just making her even hotter so she said

“Get on the bed so I can make you feel really special”  

“Yes mistress” he said and jumped on the bed and almost the second he was on his back she was climbing up the bed and then Paul admired lovely body as she climbed on top of him and they both gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.

“Do you feel special yet” she moaned

“Always honey” he replied and roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode him and her jiggling tits mesmerized him as she pumped herself on him and she made him grunt through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm and collapsed on his chest.

“Now that’s what I call special” she panted