Choice Tales from the Vale – (371) Flaming June

 

On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where Mike Oliver and his fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived.

The first time they got together, was a hot Saturday afternoon, they had been friends for several years, but nothing came of it, not even close, but that changed after a simple act of kindness.

Sue had had an operation on her foot to remove a Bunion and had to keep her weight off it, so Mike volunteered to do some gardening for her, cutting the grass mainly on that day.

Sue was in the kitchen filling the kettle and watched him walking up and down, in his shorts and he was stripped to the waist, and she was so enamoured by what she saw that she forgot about making a drink and just watched him until she was hotter than the weather and began flicking herself.

By the end of the afternoon Mike was hot, sweaty, and dirty and Sue was hot, juicy, and dirtier.

Then after he’d put the lawnmower away and tidied up, he stood on the patio and hosed himself down and that was the last straw for Sue because when he stood at the back door and looked in Sue was completely naked.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (370) Panty Perv

 

Robin Gwilym and Lizzie Norman were neighbours and had been for ten years, since he was seven years old, and they had been friends from the first.

As children they did everything together and that went right up to their mid-teens when they didn’t do so much together, because dating became a thing, which intruded on their time. 

Lizzie was a year older than him, and he knew the moment she blossomed into womanhood that she was out of his league.

But that didn’t prevent him from looking, hoping, and dreaming that one day he might have a chance.

Robin got his chance in April when college had broken for the Easter holiday and Lizzie was home from university.

The weather was unseasonably warm, and he was home alone as his parents were at work, but his dad had asked him to do a few jobs for him in the garden, which he was more than happy to do.

His first job was cutting the grass which he did straight after breakfast and then he did a spot of tree surgery, cutting away some dead branches on the Walnut tree.

He had just ascended the ladder into the branches when he heard a door open the other side of the fence and he looked up and saw Lizzie Norman step out carrying a basket of washing, which she began to peg out onto the rotary washing line.    

He was going to speak but decided to take a minute to admire her gorgeous form, she was wearing three quarter length jeggings and a crop top which also hugged her figure, then he smiled when he realised, she was pegging out her lingerie.

When the last pair of pants were on the line, he stared at her cute little arse as she bent down to pick up the basket

“When did you get back?” he asked, and she squealed and dropped the basket and when she turned around, she retorted

“You bastard you made me jump”

“Sorry” he said and laughed but he rather enjoyed it because her reaction caused her braless titties to jiggle uncontrollably inside her top.

“I got back last night” she responded to his original question

“How long for?”

“Three weeks” she replied

“Nice”

“Hopefully we can do something together while I’m home” she suggested

“I’d like that” he responded

“Me too” she said and then added

“Can you stop perving over my panties”

“I’m not” he protested

“You were perving” she insisted

“Sorry but they’re very distracting” Robin said 

“Well try and focus” Lizzie instructed

“Are you going to give me something else to focus on?” he asked

“Urgh now you’re going to perv on me” she exclaimed

“Well, no more than usual” he retorted

“Incorrigible” she exclaimed and picked up her basket

“Come round for a coffee and we can make some plans”

“Okay, I just need to finish the tree and have a shower” he said

“I can come round in an hour?”

“Perfect” she responded “See you in an hour perv”

“Ok” he said and stared at her arse as it wiggled all the way to the house

“Stop looking at my bum” she shouted

“Your legs aren’t bad either” he shouted back

 

They sat chatting in her kitchen for about ten minutes when she asked

“So, what did you mean when you said, “no more than usual” when I accused you of perving on me?”

“Well, I don’t think its perving but you’re a beautiful girl so I’m not ashamed to say I like looking at you” he replied

“Beautiful?” she exclaimed “I’ve never been told that before”

“I don’t know why” he mused, and she blushed a little

“What about my knickers?”

“What about them?”

“Do you take every opportunity to stare at them?” she asked

“Do I have to answer that?”

“Yes” she insisted

“Really?”

“Oh yes”

“Then I have to answer yes and no” Robin said

“That’s a cop out” she snapped

“Ok this might be embarrassing” he said

“Come on get on with it” she urged

“Well, I haven’t made a habit of it” he said “but on the rare occasion that I was presented with an opportunity, l took it, like today”

“Give me another example” she insisted

“Ok I’ll tell you about the first time” he said “It was one of the times we went to the lido, you’d just started going out with Dave Murray, you used to wear your swimsuit and give me your clothes in a carrier bag to put in my backpack”

“I remember” she said

“So, on that particular day I rummaged in your carrier bag first by mistake and the first thing I pulled out where your pants” he confessed “Which I should have put straight back in, but I didn’t” 

“Why?”

“Good question, firstly I looked at them because I was jealous of Dave Murray, and I thought why should be the only one to see them”

“I never showed Dave Murray my knickers or anyone else” she said indignantly

“What was the other reason?”

“Well, that was more pervy” he admitted “It was a turn on, walking home with you while you were wearing the knickers I’d held in my hands”

“You perve” she said in mock horror “Did you do the same with the dirty ones”

“No, I didn’t” he said with real horror “I’m not a pervert”

“Well, you are a bit” she pointed out

“Well, I’m not that kind of pervert then”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, I never touched your dirty pants” he said very definitely “Although I might have if it was me that had soiled them on you in the first place, but that has never been a possibility”

“Oh well” she said and then Lizzie stood up and walked around the table and when she reached him, she turned her back

“Do these meet with your approval?” She said and let the denim fall away from her buttocks to reveal a pair of pale blue lace trimmed knickers and he reached out and felt one of her panties covered buttocks.

“Very nice” he said and began pulling them off her delightful buttocks

“No, no you don’t” she said pulling away

“You must soil them on me, remember” and then she sat on his knee before adding “and then you can do what you want with them”

Lizzie perched on his knee and Robin tried to kiss her, but she drew her head back

“First things first” she said and took his hand and placed it on her naked thigh “Dave Murray never got to do this, or anyone else”

His hand rested on her thigh and as he gently pulled her thigh apart Lizzie braced herself with one hand on the back of his chair while the other gripped the table.

Robin’s hand crept inch by tantalizing inch along Lizzie’s firm thigh as they involuntarily opened and closed in anticipation of his hands approach, and as his fingers got closer and closer, she moaned quietly and her buttocks squirmed on his lap, her breaths were becoming deeper and more erratic the closer his fingertips got to her pussy.

“So, no one else has ever done this?” he asked

“Nnnno” she said biting her lip and fidgeting on his lap as his fingers slowly and deliberately traced the outline of her panties.  

“Or this” he said when his finger finally reached the heart of her fire, and an involuntary gasp escaped her lips as he fingered her through the pale blue cloth of her knickers.

“Only me” she replied as it slipped and slid on her wet crease until her cream oozed through the fabric and Lizzie began to moan.

Her hands gripped the furniture so tight that her knuckles whitened as she wriggled and panted out coarse rasping breaths until with a deliriously dirty moan, she came, and with her exclamation he withdrew his sticky fingers from between her legs.

“I think there well and truly soiled” he said and slipped out from beneath her, and she plopped down hard on the chair.

“No don’t stop” she said

He stood up as straight as his throbbing erection would allow, the last thing he wanted to do was stop, but he had to wrestle control back from her.  

“I have more chores to do” he said, and he headed for the door

“No don’t go” she pleaded as she stood up and rubbed her buttock.

Then she tried to close the distance between them but her jeans were around her knees so she had to waddle which meant he could easily keep out of her reach, and he sidestepped through the kitchen door and out into the hall.

“I hope this works” he said to himself once he was out in the hall.

“I’m sure I’ll see you again soon” he said over his shoulder

“Wait” she called after him “please wait”

“Bye” he responded

Lizzie kicked off her jeans in frustration and sprinted after him.

Robin glanced back and his eyes were transfixed on the growing wet patch on the crotch of her pale blue knickers.

“Please don’t go” she said and tried to kiss him, but he drew his head away out of the reach of her lips

“Oh Robin” she exclaimed

“Oh, now you want to kiss me?” he said desperate for her tongue to be in his mouth but remained strong despite the desperation.

“Yes, I want to kiss you, I want to do everything with you” she said “I’ve always wanted you, and I’ve saved myself for you”

She moved to kiss him again only this time he let her lips find their mark and when they stopped, he said

“I think those soiled knickers you’re wearing are mine now”

Lizzie blushed but her red face cracked into a smile as she took a step backwards and slipped her wet knickers off and threw them in his face and scampered bare arsed upstairs giggling as she went.

Robin smiled as he bent down and picked up the pale blue knickers and slipped them into his pocket before progressing slowly up the stairs after her.

He wanted to sprint up them two at a time but in his state of total arousal it meant that his cock wouldn’t let him.

When he got to her bedroom, she was already in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin, she was still giggling, and her legs were performing a jig beneath the duvet as Robin quickly stripped off and joined her and all his hopes and dreams were fulfilled.

 

“Is this what you meant when you said we should do something during the holidays?” he asked

“Oh yes” she said smugly, and he kissed her forehead

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.

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.