Choice Tales from the Vale – (205) The Maverick Solicitor’s Receptionist at Lunch

 

Hollins, Cooper and Baker were the firm of Purplemere Solicitors handling Paul Lipscombe’s divorce.

It was during a meeting with Lindsay Baker that they first made a “connection” and during the meeting an invitation was extended for him to return to the office that evening when they made another connection, namely her hot pussy with his erection.

He was a regular at the firm but on this particular occasion it was his last official meeting with Lindsay and as was often the case in their meetings she was sitting on his lap and kissing him and he was trying to get his hand up her skirt which she was normally in favour of but that day she wasn’t playing along

“You can stop that” she said

“You don’t normally complain” he protested

“I know” she replied “but today you have been beaten to the prize by the cotton mouse I’m afraid”

“There are alternatives” he said

“But not today” she sighed

He would have liked to have got inside at least one of Lindsays orifices right at that moment but it was not to be.

“I have another meeting” she said “with a very important client”

“I hope he’s not so important he does what I do to you” he said

“Don’t worry darling no one else does what you do for me” she replied and kissed him.

Having struck out with the legal eagle he thought he would see what the front office could offer him, but as he reached reception Samantha’s desk was unmanned and he thought he wouldn’t be ploughing her furrow that day either.

Which was a shame because he’d had some fun with her only the week before when he speared her over the bonnet of her car until her scream echoed around the basement car park and her alarm went off.

After which she took him home and kept him there until Monday morning.

“Oh well another time” he said and headed out the door which was when he saw her at the other end of the corridor, she hadn’t seen him as she was reading a document as she walked.

He had to think quickly so he opened the disabled toilet door and stepped in and waited until she was passing

“Where are you going?” he asked as he pulled her into the toilet and quickly closed the door and she threw herself into his arms.

“Are you here to rob me or ravish me?”

“I think you already know the answer to that” he replied and kissed her

“Have you got long?” he asked between kisses

“I’m on my lunch break” she replied

“Good what would you like for lunch then?”

“Cock” she replied and began undoing his fly.

 

Because of what she was wearing, to fully enjoy her delight he had to virtually strip her naked which was why she was only wearing pop socks when she got her legs astride of him on the toilet and using the grab rails for support she lowered her pink waxed pussy onto him and rode him with Paul roughly groping the cheeks of her arse and staring at her mesmerizing jugs as she pumped herself on his cock until she screamed out in orgasm.

“That’s the best lunch ever” she confessed still panting five minutes after she came

“Back to work now then?” he suggested and Samantha gave him a wicked smile and replied

“I get an hour for lunch”

She raised herself off his sticky shaft and slithered onto the floor and took his wet cock in her mouth.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (204) R and R

 

Kenny Higgins was a civil engineer and had been working away in Oman for three months and had returned home to Childean to stay at his parents’ house to catch his breath and recharge his batteries before he returned to Muscat for his next 3-month stint away.

His parents were away in Portugal for a couple of weeks, so he had the house to himself which was perfect.

He was completely knackered and was understandably looking forward to a few days of nothing very much at all before his friends realised, he was home and an endless round of frenetic activity of sports bars and long boozy lunches, clubbing and the pursuit of gratuitous sex.

Well, you know what they say about “best laid plans”, absolutely pointless when fate takes a hand.

Things began to go wrong at the break of day on his first night in his own bed, when a crack of thunder almost blew him out of it, and then the storm rumbled round for hours after that, making sleep nearly impossible, he would just drift off and then CRASH and he was wide awake, then things would calm down and he would begin to dose and then CRASH and his eyes were wide open again.

He gave up after the 9th or 10th time and got up and went downstairs for coffee.

The storm raged on for another hour or so but when it finally petered out, he decided not to go back to bed and pottered around the house instead, spending the first few hours of his well-earned respite doing housework.

He had been home for less than 24hrs and couldn’t believe how much mess he had made.

About midmorning the sun came out so he thought he might as well take a walk down to the pub and make his presence known to his friends, so Kenny went upstairs to shower and shave.

He arrived back downstairs half an hour later and had just picked up his keys when something in the garden caught his eye, just on the edge of the patio and she was bent over a wheelbarrow. 

“Very nice” he said to himself as he took advantage of the view up her skirt.

“Oh, very nice indeed” he said as to his absolute delight she reached for something at the other end of the barrow and in an effort to prevent herself overbalancing her left leg shot out sideways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her fleshy cheeks.  

He put his keys down on the table and sat in the conservatory to get a better look and could discern the wisps of pubic hair against the pink of her knickers.

To his enjoyment the girl stayed bent over the barrow for a minute or so with one naked buttock on show and then she stood up.

And after ungloving her hand she lifted her skirt and slowly extracted her knickers from her bum crack.   

 

When she was stood up, he could see she was quite tall with long thigh chestnut hair but other than that there was no clue as to her identity.

It wasn’t anyone he knew; he was certain of that.

The mystery gardener then walked to the side of the wheelbarrow and leant over it again, this time presenting him with a side view of her.

 

The thick chestnut hair obscured her face but then he wasn’t really looking at her face as her large unrestrained breasts fell forward and filled her top and offered him a sizable taster though the armhole of her vest.

He thought for a moment that apart from her work boots and socks the rest of her apparel wasn’t really vocation appropriate, a vest top, short skirt, and scanty knickers, not that he was complaining, he was just enjoying the show.

And as a result, his cock was hard and his balls had begun to ache as he stared at every inch of the horny gardener except for her face but he was beginning not to care about that as he was thinking he would need to go and knock one out, or he would just cream his pants.

Which was the point that she stood up and turned towards him and smiled.

And he did know her, it was Millie Stevens, his first ever girlfriend, not that she had looked as she did then when he tried to get into her schoolgirl pants.

He stood up and opened the door and walked uncomfortably toward her.

“Hi Millie” he said, “what are you doing here?”

“This is what I do” she replied “I’m a gardener by profession”

“You’re not dressed like a professional gardener” he retorted

“It’s my day off”

“What?”

“Your mum called and told me you were home” she said as she walked towards him

“So, I thought I’d come round and get you interested in the gardener”

Kenny said nothing but swallowed hard as she put her hand on his arousal and added

“I’m thinking I succeeded”

“Definitely” he replied

“Well, are you going to invite me in?” she said and kissed him “or do I have to do all the work”

“Well put like that” he said “come in”

And led her by the hand inside and there they stayed as he spent the first three days of his R&R with the buxom gardener doing everything but rest and relax.

In fact, R&R for them was rutting and rogering, he even had the chestnut haired gardener on the patio bent over her wheelbarrow in the moonlight.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (203) The Woman that Does

 

Mark Catley was a well-respected member of the Dulcet-on-Brooke community, parish councillor, church warden and Justice of the Peace.

He had had a very late night the night before and the next day when he finally arose it was quite late.

So, after a shower he walked downstairs to find Mrs Wells hard at work with a j-cloth.

Mrs. Wells was his cleaner and not an exotic dancer, so the j-cloth was not being used as an erotic prop but for more mundane reasons.

“Morning Patricia” he said

He had forgotten it was cleaning day, he usually got himself up early when Mrs Wells was about.

“I think you’ll find it’s nearer the afternoon sir” she corrected him.

Patricia could be a surly old bird, but she was a marvellous cleaner and absolutely godsend in more ways than one.

She had the knack of making him feel like he wasn’t a well-respected pillar of the community and he found her to be incredibly intimidating, so he made himself a coffee and made his way to the study.

“I haven’t done in there yet” she called after him

“That’s ok just come in when you’re ready” he replied

He closed the door and switched on the computer and checked his email.

About half an hour later the door of his study opened, and Patricia Wells entered wearing her French maids outfit and no knickers.

“Is now a good time sir?” she asked

“Now is a perfect time” he replied, and Mrs Wells unzipped his fly and went about her duties.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (202) A Definite Keeper

 

They lay on the bed in the afterglow with the sun painting her pale, white skin, yellow and turning her ginger minge to burning gold.

Her nipples stood proudly aroused as the breeze blew across them and he contemplated taking one in his mouth.

But in the end, he settled for enjoying the lovely vision of her nakedness until he drifted off.  

 

“Turn your back,” she insisted as she noticed him stir

“Why?” he asked as she tried to hide her nakedness from him.

“So, I can get dressed of course”

“But I’ve already seen everything” he pointed out

“That was when we were making love” she corrected him

“This is different”

“Ok” he said and turned his back to her

“And no peeking”

“Ok”

He thought it was rather cute that even after what they had done just an hour before, and all the times before that, she was still acting shy, that was a definite point scorer in his book.

“This one is a keeper” he said to himself as his cock began to stir.

“Now you can look,” she said

When he turned around, she was wearing his shirt, which reached down to her knees, and judging by what was still lying on the floor, nothing else.

So, he reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the bed and undressed her again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (201) Lustful Lady

 

Marcia Holt was a very lustful Lady who was an eye-catching cougar who was doused in heavy musk and on the prowl.
The wrong side of forty she was still a woman full of desire, with the looks and the confidence to get what she wanted.

She was outrageously flirty and was exotic, erotic, earthy and dirty, she didn’t bother with underwear, she knew what she wanted and if it made the men stare she really didn’t care.
Marci walked into the club looking for someone to quench her fire on that particular day she chose a young buck called Vinny to satisfy her sexual urges.

The lustful Lady took him to a cheap hotel and used him and abused him and extracted every ounce of pleasure from each satisfying penetration until orgasmic culmination and ecstatic ejaculation
Vinny pulled out of her and she let out an audible sigh of satisfaction and in the moment after withdrawal he bent down and kissed her quivering belly and lay his face against it.

Marcia sighed again, and he felt her muscles contract and he stood up just in time to see a little dribble of his cum escape from her hole.

She lay there for about twenty minutes breathing deeply and sighing repeatedly, he threw a blanket loosely across her and the only sounds coming from her were her sighs and a series of soft whispers from her fanny.

He had redressed himself and was sitting on the bed watching her, rerunning the night’s events in his head subconsciously selecting those specific moments that would make it to his wank bank.

Apart from the obvious inclusions there was also the sound of her screaming orgasm, the dribble on her lip and her fanny farting would all make it in.

As Marcia stirred Vinny wondered if she had a wank bank and what moments with him would be in it.

Marcia opened her eyes and looked at him watching her an threw the blanket off her and said

“I hope you’re ready to go again”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (200) Being Alive

 

Mark Landmann was walking along the bridle path in the summer sunshine, lost in thought and totally oblivious to the glorious scenery surrounding him in the Dancingdean Forest.

He wasn’t even aware how long he’d been walking such was the burden he was carrying.   

“Hello Mr Landmann” a voice said bringing him back to the present and he looked round to see Dawn Redman trotting past and giving him a cheeky smile.

“Hello Dawn” he said as she trotted off down the path on her horse, her pert little bottom bouncing on the saddle, rhythmically rising and falling in synchrony with the beast below her and he instantly pictured her cute little arse naked, her cheeks quivering as they bounced up and down as she rose and fell on his cock and her perfect little tits bounced along with them. 

But this was not an imagining of an old letch ogling a fit young woman, the images in his head were of a remembrance of a bitter betrayal.

And the knowledge of his betrayal was the guilty burden he had carried with him into the woods.

The guilt of a husband’s infidelity, but not just that, his wife was terminally ill, so he had cheated on a dying woman and to make matters worse, Dawn was her palliative care nurse.

But the thing he felt so guilty about was because he enjoyed it so much and when he was inside her he felt really alive, and he wanted that feeling again, and again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (199) A Clean Mind and Dirty Deeds

On Saturday morning the rain had come with a vengeance and added to the gloom he already felt.

The day had begun in a quite different way however, when early in the morning, just after dawn, he awoke with the horn, and when his girlfriend, Geraldine, woke up he thought he would give her the benefit of it.

But to his frustration his dawn horn was rejected by his early rising girlfriend.

Not that she didn’t want it, on the contrary she did, but she was going to be late for work if she took what she wanted from him.

Gerri had been on her period and was subsequently as horny as hell but being late for the early turn at Finchbottom nick was not an option, as it was her relief and she was the newly promoted sergeant.

So Mike Wallis lay in bed and watched her get dressed into her uniform and then after Gerri left for work rather frustrated and he watched her disappear into the rain he took his early riser into the shower and knocked one out.

He spent the rest of the day trying not to think about Gerri but inevitably the more he tried not to think of her curvy bod the more he did.

However by Saturday afternoon he was getting a bit stir crazy and when there was a break in the weather, and the sun actually put in an appearance he decided to take a stroll around the village.

Mike stepped out of his front door and felt the sun on his face for the first time in days and he thought it would be nice to see another human being as he walked briskly down the path and into the lane.

The first people he saw were Vikki, Lindsay and Maxie who were all laughing as they pottered around in Vikki’s front garden.

It had only been a week since Maxi had moved in and it seemed like they were all getting on famously.

The way they behaved around each other it looked like they’d known each other forever and it certainly didn’t look like there was over 20 years between them.

“Hello girls” he called as he gave them a wave.

“Hello” they chorused in unison as they all waved back.

“Are you coming in for tea?” called Vikki

“Maybe on the way back” Mike suggested

“Ok” she replied cheerily

As he carried on down the road the perfect image of his neighbourly firm friends enjoying each other’s company was replaced by images of the three of them naked as they frolicked in the garden like an older aunt and her flirty virgin niece’s.

It was like he’d tuned his brain into a porn channel, like when your old radio sometimes picks up taxi banter but he couldn’t tune it out.

 

After three hours of walking in the countryside he felt refreshed of spirit and cleansed of mind but decided to take up the girl’s offer of a cup of tea but when he turned into the lane and came to Vikki’s house there was no sign of the girls.

The gardening tools and the wheelbarrow were still in the front garden and the front door was open so he knew that they were still about somewhere, on the patio drinking tea was his guess.

Mike decided to go in and was just about to announce himself to the occupant’s when he heard vocal discourse coming from the conservatory that was not the kind of conversation he was expecting to hear.

And the cleansing of his mind, which had taken three hours of walking in the countryside before he managed to erase the bank of erotic images, proved to be only temporarily, and the sounds of pleasure he could hear as he slowly proceeded gave him a hard on to go with the lurid pictures of his imagination.

And then as he entered the lounge he didn’t have to imagine anymore because an erotic tableaux unfolded before him. 

The lady of the house, Vikki, was laying stretched out on a chaise in the conservatory with her clothing in disarray, one hand was playing with her nipple and the other was inside her shorts.

That he would have found erotic enough on its own, Vikki was a very attractive woman and was still in possession of a fit body despite being the wrong side of 40, and seeing her pleasuring herself was a real turn on.

But that was not the only delight on display, the much younger Lindsay was completely naked and straddling her landlady’s head and sitting on her face, and Lindsay was the main contributor to the sensual conversation he had heard from the door.

However even that was not enough to hold his attention for long because there was someone else present albeit on the periphery.

Maxie was standing in the kitchen with her forehead resting on the glass partition as she watched the sensual scene, her vest top and bra was pushed up above her breasts as she squeezed and needed one plump tittie, but the other hand had lifted up the front of her dress and was rubbing her pussy through her tight yellow panties and he could hear her soft moans from across the room and Mike’s erection was throbbing fit to burst as he walked up behind her and put his hand below her breast and made her gasp.

Although it took her by surprise it didn’t deter her in anyway and her busy fingers never stopped as the damp patch grew ever larger and her only acknowledgment of his presence was to lift his hand on to her breast which he instantly fondled and simultaneously kissed her neck and after a moment he whispered

“Don’t you want to join her Maxie?”

“I’m not gay” she replied quietly “but I really like to watch”

“So do I” he said and looked down as her hand slipped inside her wet knickers and held her as she stroked herself off and then she took him to her room and soothed the ache in his balls.