Sunday, 15 May 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (369) Sunday Morning Shower

 

The village of Highfinch sits just on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills and the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separates the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, and the combination of those two and Kingfisherbridge made up the parish of St Martins.

 

Antonia had woken him early in the morning so he could sneak out before the neighbours were up and about; but she decided to wake him extra early so she could have him before he left.

 

She left him in bed on that dark Sunday morning in March while she went and washed the lust from her gorgeous body.

Paul smiled to himself and slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom.

He could see Toni’s well-defined shape through the glass, and he was already aroused before he opened the door and joined her in the cubicle.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked

“I’m just making sure you don’t miss anything” he replied

“I don’t think anything will be missed darling” she said and kissed him as her soapy hand took hold of his shaft.

“In fact, I think I’m probably going to get everything”

“Yes, you are” he agreed

 

Afterwards she phoned her mum and said she was running late as something had come up and after a lingering goodbye kiss by the back door, he walked home across the golf course in the half light.

Saturday, 30 April 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (221) Poor Little Rich Girl

Sarah Atkinson was 21 years old and an only child who lived with her parents in the village of Clarence, she led a very privileged life and she was spoilt and conceited and had grown accustomed to always get what she wanted.

 

So when the Quinn’s and the Dowd’s came to stay one summer for a family wedding and she set her cap for their son Mike, she expected to get her wish and he’d shag her. 

He was two years older than her with black wavy hair and wild gypsy eyes and a muscular well-toned physique that made her damp.

 

She was certain sure with no little effort on her part her Cousin would soon be in her knickers.

Sarah wasted no time in making her move, so on his first night beneath the Atkinson’s roof she waited for the house to fall silent and then tiptoed across the landing wearing only a cotton shirt unbuttoned from top to bottom.

She opened the door and stepped inside to find Mike sitting up in bed reading.

“I thought you might want some company”

She said

“Yes, but not you” he replied

She climbed on to the bed and sat down facing him, perching on his knees, with legs astride him and pulled the duvet forward and grabbed his cock and pulled on it roughly.

“See, you are pleased to see me”

He noticed two things about her as she climbed onto the bed which were both major point droppers, firstly she had a butterfly tattooed on her hip, which was desecration as far as he was concerned and secondly she had trimmed her bush to such an extent that it left only a small square of hair above her mound which he thought quite frankly looked like Adolph Hitler’s moustache.

“Touch me then” she said but he did nothing

“Touch me Mike” she demanded

“I don’t think so” he retorted

“Come on you know you want to” she said “your cock is so hard”

“Yes” he agreed “but it’s not hard for you”

“What?”

“It’s not for you” he repeated and pushed her off him and slipped out of bed

“You’re rejecting me?” she said in disbelief as he pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the door.

“Yes I am” he said

“That doesn’t happen, I’m young and gorgeous, and I don’t get rejected” she explained “I am the one that does the rejecting”

“On the contrary” he said and shoved her out the door just as Deirdre Dowd was coming the other way.

Deidre was smaller, plainer and less showy than Sarah so her jaw dropped when she saw the mousy little thing walk into Mike’s arms.

“You’re passing on me for that?” she said angrily

“Always” he replied

“I am superior to her in every conceivable way” Sarah said

“What does she have that I don’t?”  

“My love” he replied and closed the door in her face.

“Bastard” she said under her breath and then listened at the door as Deirdre felt the benefit of the erection that Sarah had worked on and she began fingering herself in the darkness.

 

Eventually she became oblivious to what Mike was doing to Deirdre, lost in the act of pleasuring herself on the landing, and gripping on to the banister. 

And just as she was bent double in self inflickted orgasm, light spilled onto the landing and highlighted Sarah’s orgasmic moment.

Also illuminated in the light was Deirdres 16 year old brother Tom

“Come here” she panted

“Why?” Tom asked

“Because I want you to fuck me” she replied

“Ok Sarah” he said

And as he fucked her on the banister rail he thought all his Christmases had come at once. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (220) The Widow and the Widower

Paul Owen was staying at the Clayton Manor Hotel and was not at all happy because he had reached a certain age and had acquired an unfortunate body shape, and the consequence of that was that gravity had become his enemy and a simple mirror was now his nemesis.

In the privacy of his own home, he was able to minimise his exposure to the spiteful honesty of the looking glass and therefore perpetuate the falsehood that he was 20 years younger and 4 stones lighter.

He had found to his cost however that he could control his exposure to a much lesser degree in the wider world.

For example, shops and stores all possess a multitude of polished surfaces and shopping centres are all bedecked with glass and mirrors, but by far the worst in his experience were hotels, in particular the one he was staying in at that moment.

It was a nice hotel, no question about that, in fact it was a rather grand and elegant place and the venue for what he very much hoped would be a dirty weekend.

However the downside to staying in an above average Hotel was the number and the positioning of mirrors.

A whole wall in the bathroom, a full length one in the hall and another monster above the writing desk (come dressing table), but the worst by a country mile was the bathroom.

There is nothing that dents the confidence more than seeing your naked form as others might see you if you were fortunate enough to reach that level of intimacy with them.

It was when Paul was in the shower, that he caught sight of himself, and the full horror of what he saw was not even diminished when viewed through the steam in the shower, the water droplets on the shower door and the condensation on the mirror.

In short, the image did not leave him possessed of any self confidence in fulfilling his hopes of soon reaching that afore mentioned level of intimacy with a not unattractive widow of his acquaintance Ann Beacom, in the room across the hall.

Paul’s face had stood the test of time well enough but his body had been badly abused

“I bet Ann looks better in the bathroom mirror” he said out loud

 

He was quite presentable for his age when dressed in his dinner suit and the accessories, and without being conceited he was confident he could leave her satisfied, so to speak, if he got that far but his great fear was that he would leave her disappointed with his natural appearance.

 

Ann meanwhile was having much the same internal discussion as she stood before her own mirror, though even after 4 children and a hysterectomy her body had not reached the level of decline that his had although everything generally was a little further south than it used to be.

Finally, she deemed herself satisfied with the final look, she just hoped it would suffice for him, for she had expectations.

However, the final presentation was only achieved with undergarments that pulled her in and held her up and her fear was that the way she looked at that moment might well be enough to get him into the bedroom but with everything removed she was worried he wouldn’t go back for seconds.

 

After they ate dinner, they sat at the table drinking and eventually they bade the long-suffering waiter a good night, even though it was almost 3 am, and headed, somewhat unsteadily towards their rooms.

Accompanied by raucous laughter they stumbled into the lift and unable to press the button for the floor that they actually wanted they decided to hit them all.

When they reached the first floor Ann announced

“This is me, I’m home”

Paul was on the same and said

“I will see you to your door dear lady” and attempted a bow

“You are too kind Sir Knight” she responded trying to curtsy.

He walked Ann rather unsteadily to her door and once she had managed to finally use the swipe card correctly and open the door she announced.

“Nightcap” and before he had chance to decline Ann dragged him into the room where after some intense negotiations it was decided that coffee was the order of the day.

“You can make the coffee while I just make myself comfortable” she instructed

When she emerged, she was wearing only a nightie which left little to the imagination

“Wow” he exclaimed and five minutes later they were in bed together and Ann confessed

“It’s been a long time since I had a man inside me”

“How long?” he asked

“Too long” she replied and kissed him

 

The next morning at the breakfast table they sat across from one another, Paul wore a smug look of satisfaction while Ann wore one of tiredness.

The “exhaustion” however did not prevent her from taking him back to her bed before lunch. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (219) The Maverick Solicitor’s Restraint

 

Stephen Sturges sat on a straight-backed leather chair at the conference table in the Argyle Room at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere as he waited for a meeting with his solicitor Lindsay Baker of Hollins, Cooper and Baker.

He wasn’t sure why the meeting was there and not in her office; he didn’t ask and he didn’t really care he was just pleased to be seeing her again.

The Argyle Room was a small meeting room, very plush all polished wood panelling and leather upholstery and heavy velvet drapes at the windows.

“Sorry I’m late” she said in her posh plummy tones as the tall, slender, and extremely attractive woman strode into the room on her magnificent long legs.

“That’s ok” he responded

Lindsay was in her early thirties and wearing a tailored business suit and gold rimmed spectacles.

She sat down in one of the high-backed leather chairs, opened her briefcase and quickly removed a pen and a document and then slowly went through the salient points, and leaned forward for him to take the document which also allowed him to get a good look at her breasts,

He took his time because he knew that after a couple of signatures their business would be concluded.

At their previous meeting she said that everything would be tied up with a bow after their next meeting.

He would have liked to have tied her up given the opportunity.

Well after she had put the papers and her pen back in her briefcase, her hand came back out holding lengths of white legal ribbon.

“What are they for?” Stephen asked

“Well, you remember at our last meeting I said everything would be tied up with a bow when next we met?” she said

“Yes”

“Well, what I had in mind was that it would be you who would be tied up” she said wickedly

“Oh, I see”

“So do you want to play?” she asked as she played with the ribbons

“God yes” he replied excitedly “but what if someone comes in?”

“Don’t worry” she assured him “we won’t be disturbed” 

So, he let her tie him to the chair and when she had him secured the fun really began because tying him up was only part of game.

Slowly and tantalizingly, she undid his trousers and pulled them down to his knees, so she had easy access to his erection and after stroking him seductively she took his cock in her mouth and he gasped.

Expertly she went down on him teasing and toying and taking him to the brink several times and then she stopped and stood up.   

“Oh no!! Don’t stop” he begged “it was so good”

“I don’t think you really want me to do that” she responded

“I do, I do” he blurted

She said nothing else but just smiled at him and then walked behind his chair.

“If I did that you wouldn’t get to enjoy this” she said and reappeared wearing only stockings and a black teddy. 

“That is very nice” he agreed

“And does this make it better or worse?” she asked as she un-popped her crotch and pulled the teddy up around her middle and exposed her glorious brown bush.

“Better, definitely better” he said

“That is the correct answer” she said “and I can promise you that you won’t regret it” 

Lindsay swung one long stocking sheathed leg across him, so she was astride him and then she pulled the teddy off over her head.

She giggled in a very lascivious way as she dangled her breasts in his face and offered her nipple to his expectant mouth and then pulled it away at the last second before she took a firm hold of the chair back and lowered herself onto him.

His cock was so hard and her pussy so wet and welcoming it took little more than Nano seconds for her cunny to completely engulf him.

“Oh, that’s so good” she exclaimed as she rose and fell on his shaft.

She kissed him and snorted through her nose as she upped the tempo and then they stopped kissing and Lindsey put her forehead against his and he could feel her hot breath on his face and hear her course rasping breaths as she drove on and on until she felt his cock pulse inside her and she exclaimed

“Oh God I’m good”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (218) The Demerera Girl

Graham Mansfield was the manager of Finchbottom Furniture Palace and was fast approaching his fortieth birthday and he had lost his heart to his new assistant Wendy Wythe, who was his junior in more than one respect because she was 12 years younger than him.

She was what was termed in the 21st century as mixed race, but in that regard, he did not consider himself to be her superior he just adored her.

He was her boss certainly; he was older than her undeniably but he was not better than her.

Some of his employees however thought she was inferior but not him.

He wasn’t entirely sure what her heritage was, and he thought it indelicate to enquire directly, but the result was most pleasing to his eye.

He thought of her as his demerara girl, because she was as sweet as sugar and her skin was a beautiful soft brown.

It was the August bank holiday and the store had closed an hour earlier, the rest of the staff had gone home, and Graham and Wendy were just finishing up.

Wendy had done the walk round of the shop floor, while Graham did the same on the basement level, and then she sat herself on one of the large corner sofas at the back of the store adjacent to the top of the stairs.

In reality she was draped more than sat and as he appeared from below, he swallowed hard when he came upon her.

“Have you finished?” he asked trying to appear indifferent

“Yes, all done” she replied “Why don’t you sit down for a moment”

“Ok” he replied dry mouthed but sat on the opposite end of the suite.

“That won’t do” she said to herself

So, she got up and walked over to him and sat on his knee.

“Oh, dear me” he exclaimed quite flustered

“Do you know what this means?” she asked

“No” he replied

“It means this” she said and put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth, a hot liquid kiss, passionate yet measured.

This served to stir his loins and stiffen his shaft which was directly beneath her buttock.

He felt it twitch and when she stopped kissing him and smiled he knew that she did to.

Wendy was wearing the company uniform of a royal blue skirt and white blouse with a loose style bow arrangement at the throat. 

She loosened it off until the two halves fell down her front then she began undoing the buttons of her blouse one, two, three, at the point she began to do the fourth, he stopped her.

“Let me do it” he said, and she giggled like a schoolgirl.

 

He looked down as he slowly undid another button then another and then another until it was opened to the waist.

Graham tugged roughly on each side of the blouse to free it from her waistband and when Wendy breathed in to aid him in his task it came out easily.

Wendy buried her face into his neck, and he could feel her hot breath on his skin.

He looked at his demerara girl, his sweet confection with her lustrous soft brown skin, a honeyed morsel wrapped in white silk.

“I knew you wanted me” she purred and kissed his neck

“Since the first moment I saw you” he remarked and the breaths on his neck grew stronger and he slid his hands inside the blouse and onto her soft silky skin and they traversed her landscape like it was a sensual survey and then they found the fastener on her bra and opened it.

Just visible beneath the displaced bra inside her pristine shirt he saw the tantalising glimpse of her sweet caramel delights.
His eager hands slowly pushed the white lace bra upwards to expose her plump brown muffins and their precious chocolate peaks and his cock twitched again.

Then came the moment he had envisaged many times, the moment his hands cupped the perfectly formed prizes he had coveted since he first spied down the front of Wendy’s summer dress at her interview just a few short months before.

He couldn’t have them on that day, and thought he would never have them, but he had them and they were sublime, firm yet pliant, round like sweet puddings the shade of demerara, topped with muscovado-coloured teats, stiffening to his touch.    

Her breath was panting now interspersed with low murmurs and while he toyed with her delightful confections, he planned his next move.

He lured her lips away from his neck and kissed her fervently and put his hand on her knee and moved it slowly along the inside of her thigh, she trembled beneath his touch, but her legs opened up to his hands advance nonetheless.

His hand crept ever further along her thigh and as his fingers were within a fingertip of reaching their target he stopped.

“What’s wrong?” she asked urgently

“Nothing” he said

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked in panic

“Of course, not” he replied reassuringly

“Then why did you stop?” Wendy asked in confusion

“Because I don’t think it’s right” Graham replied

“You don’t want me then” she said forlornly

“I don’t want you here” he said

“I don’t understand” she said with a confused expression

“I want you on that new luxury King-size four poster downstairs” he clarified, and the confusion disappeared from her expression, and she leapt up off his lap and ran for the stairs

“Come on then, old man” she taunted

By the time he got downstairs his demerara girl was kneeling in the middle of the bed wearing only her white lace panties and holding her blouse in front of her but as he reached her, she said

“These are for you”

And let her blouse drop to reveal her beautiful naked confections.

  

Choice Tales from the Vale – (217) The Ginger Amazon with Lustful Intent

 

They were part of a group of University friends camping on the Maxlins camp site in Sharpinghead, just spending a week relaxing before they returned to Abbottsford for their 3rd year.

Sean Hallows was a rather ordinary looking lad, a bit of a bean pole with scruffy blonde hair and a bad complexion, the only remarkable thing about him was his cock. 

 

He returned to the tent one morning after breakfast because he had forgotten his phone.

“Get my sunnies while youre there” his girlfriend Daisy said

“Ok”

They were about ten minutes walk frrom the food hall but with his great long strides he did it in five and he went to Daisy’s tent first and went inside without hesitation as he knew where she kept her sun glasses.

But as soon as he got inside he stopped dead in his tracks as her best friend Katie Bell was still in the tent, though not still in her sleeping bag, in fact she wasn’t in anything at all really.

She was kneeling down hoisting a pair of big navy blue knickers up her thighs, other than that she was completely naked, a gorgeous undulating pale skinned amazon, her great round breasts swinging in unison with her movement, and a spectacular ginger bush which was the particular treasure that drew his attention.

Katie hadnt noticed him at first as her long ginger locks had fallen across her face but when she did she made no attempt to cover herself and chose instead to glare at him.

In utter embarassment he retreated to his own tent nursing an erection but she pursued him and as it was her spectacular nakedness that contributed to his arousal she let him fuck her with his spectacular cock.

 

The following couple of days there was a little awkwardness between them, but not because they felt guilty for what they did.

The reason was simply that they wanted to do it again although neither of them knew how the other one felt.

  

On the third day most of the group were going on a coach trip to Abbottsford for the day, but the night before Sean tripped over on the way back from the pub and twisted his ankle, so he cried off and said he was going rest it for the day.

 

Daisy gave him a goody bag, containg a sandwich, crisps and a bottle of water then she kissed him good bye in the tent and told him to be good.

But Katie was standing behind Daisy and as he caught her gaze his eyes betrayed his thoughts.  

 

Katie wasn’t going on the trip to Abbottsford because she and a girl called India were driving over to Sharpington instead.

Katie was originally from Sharpington and still had family in the town so she had planned to spend the day visiting them while India was meeting up with a girl she’d met the night before.

 

Katie knew in the second that she made eye contact with Sean that he wanted to play hide the jumbo sausage with the ginger amazon again, so as soon as she dropped India by the pier she drove back to Sharpinghead again, she could always spend the evening with her family instead.

 

As soon as Daisy and the group left Sean went over to the shower block and made sure all his bits were clean, he was almost certain that Ginger Katie was going to put in an appearance at sometime during the day, he could see the lascivious look in her eyes when he was saying goodbye to Daisy, so much so that he’d had a semi ever since.

He returned showered and shaved to his tent and got himself ready and then he had an idea. 

 

Katie got back to Maxlins camp site in double quick time and after parking the car she stopped at the washrooms to freshen up, applied make up and perfume and made her way to Seans tent.

She took a deep breath before she burst in through the flaps and said

“Surprise!”

But there was no one there, the tent was empty.

“Bollocks” she exclaimed and then she muttered under her breath as she trudged back towards her own tent

“I drive like a mad thing to get back here and no cock, I could be having tea and cake with my Aunt and not getting any cock, I didn’t need to drive all this way”

She went sulkily to her own tent and entered and found Sean lying in her sleeping bag.

“We’ve been waiting for you” he said and threw the sleeping bag open to reveal his naked body and his huge erect cock 

“Oh gosh is that for me?” She asked indifferently

“Well if you don’t want it I’ll put it away again” he said

“Don’t you dare” she squeeled and scrambled over to him “Get him out again”

“I don’t think so” he said

“Why not?” she whined “I risked life and limb to get here to see that”

“You can see it again but there is a contition”

“What? what?” she asked excitedly

“Well, you’ve seen mine so now I want to see yours” he said mimicking her words to him on the last occasion they got naked together

“I see its like that is it?” she said

“It is” he replied

“Ok so what do you want to see first?” she asked

“Your tits” he said

She slowly slipped of her dess so she was kneeling beside him in her bra and pants, the latter marked with a tell tale moist patch.

Katie reached behind her and unhooked her bra and as she slipped it off and threw it asisded her great round breasts swung in unison with her movement.

“Are they to your likng?” she asked innocently as she fondled the great round globes and then toyed with her semi aroused nipples

“Theyre lovely” he said “now show me your ginger minge”

 

Still kneeling down she pulled her big damp navy blue knickers down her thighs and revealed her spectacular ginger bush.

By that time his hand was inside the slepping bag and tugging slowly on his tool.

And then when she was completely naked, a gorgeous undulating pale skinned amazon, with big tits and a hairy bush.

“Perfect” he expressed

“So?” she asked

“So what?”

“Can I have it now?” she asked impatiently

“You can have it most of the day” he said

And threw open the sleeping bag “it all yours”

“Oh God I want it so bad” she purred and skewered her wet ginger pussy on his enormous cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (216) The Instructor

 

Tony Chester and Helen Gearing worked for O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, Tony in Shallowfield and Helen in Purplemere, and she had been trying to get in his trousers for two years, but he had always resisted because he was happily married to Gemma and she gave him all the sex he could ever want.

Plus Helen was a really annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits.

 

His resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with the audit.

Everyone had to work quite late, and it was after ten by the time he left and he thought he had escaped her clutches as she left ten minutes before him.

But he had hardly driven half a mile before his mobile rang and it was Helen.

“What is it, Helen?” he said sharply

“I’m a damsel in distress” she replied

“What’s wrong?” he asked indifferently

“I’ve broken down” she replied “On the Express Way”

He knew it was a ruse, but his wife Gemma was at her sisters and he was horny as hell, so he weakened and agreed to come and help her.

 

She was parked in in a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees separating it from the road.

“That’s convenient” he thought to himself

He pulled up behind her and got out

“Thanks for coming” she said “you’re my hero”

“What’s the problem?” he said side stepping her flannel and looking inside the open bonnet

“Will the engine start?”

“I don’t know” she replied “But my motors running hot”

And when he turned to look at her, she was standing beside the driver’s door completely naked.

He had always thought that she had a tidy figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight, she looked gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.

He closed the bonnet as there was, as he suspected, nothing wrong with the car and walked towards her and kissed her.

“Squeeze my tits” she ordered between kisses

“She’s one of those” he thought, “a giver of commands but he roughly groped her tits anyway, they were beauties after all.

They continued to kiss while he squeezed and kneaded her tits as then he decided to head south and slip her a finger.  

She was very moist and was looking forward to frigging her and then it began.

“Oh yes rub me Tony” she ordered “Rub me hard”

“Yes, touch me there”

“Oooh do that”

“Oooh do this”

It went on for a while and her constant instructions were really pissing him off.

And then after his fingering made her cum she moaned

“Kiss my pussy”

“Lick my pussy Tony”

“I don’t think so” he snapped and span her round until she was facing the car

“I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it”

And he bent her over the bonnet and banged into her.

“Oh God” she moaned as he fucked her hard.

Banging her harder and harder until his belly was slapping her arse and hers was slapping on the bonnet.

He wasn’t interested in satisfying her he just wanted to fuck her until he shot his load and go home.

And when he was on the very precipice of ejaculation he pulled out of her slobbering cunny and spaffed his seed all over her buttocks.

 

He was panting quite hard as he redressed himself and he smiled as he noticed his cum dripping off her cheeks and dribbling down her thighs.

“Good night, Helen” he said and got back in his car and drove home.

 

As he drove across the Finchbottom Vale he felt a bit guilty, mainly because he’d been unfaithful to his wife, and he’d never done that before, but also for the way he left Helen sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum.

But as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text

“Let’s do that again”