Choice Tales from the Vale – (373) Family Friendship

 

At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lays the small market town of Childean, and on modern estate on the outskirts, in a nice modern house, in a quiet cul-de-sac is the home of the Grant family and over the August Bank Holiday old family friend

Kelly Bakewell was a guest.

Twenty-two-year-old Stuart Grant was the only one of the Grant’s children who still lived at home and on Sunday his parents were out all day, leaving him alone with Kelly.

As it was a sunny day and their garden was a suntrap, Kelly had decided to sunbathe and when he went downstairs, he saw Kelly standing on the patio wearing a two-piece swimsuit, not a bikini per se as the bottom half weren’t briefs, they were more like shorts, and Stuart knew very well why she was wearing them.

She wore shorts rather than Bikini briefs because the latter would not have contained her luscious hairy bush.

He knew that for a fact because his hand had often dallied amongst the most spectacular thatch he had ever seen, touched, or smelt.

He and Kelly had enjoyed a very special summer enjoying each other, but she had ended it because she was four years older than him.

But as he stared at her while she stood with her back to him on the patio, he knew he still loved her.

As he stepped up closer behind her he could see her shoulders were shaking, and that was because she was crying.

“What’s wrong Kelly?” he asked, and she turned towards him, and the floodgates opened.

It turned out that the tears were because she felt guilty, guilty for ending it with him, and hurting him so much, and it was true that he was devastated at the time.

“It’s not just guilt though” she admitted “I also realised when I saw you again that I never stopped loving you”

 

The tears fell unabated, so they sat on the lawn, on the towel she had prepared, and he consoled her while he waited for the tears to subside.

Then they lay on the towel and spooned, and she lay there silently in his arms, but grasped his hand in hers and put it to her lips and kissed it and then they drifted off to asleep in that blissful position.

 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept but when he awoke, he was surprised and delighted to find Kelly was playing with his cock with one hand while the other one was in her shorts fingering her pussy.

“Mmmmm” she sighed as he kissed her neck and his hand crept up under her Bikini top and fondled her breast, she wasn’t enormously well endowed, but her nipples were huge and stiff, and as fat as his little finger, the areolas were incredibly sensitive, and she squirmed and fidgeted as he toyed.

Her fingers were still busily employed between her lips as his hand moved down her belly to replace them with his own.

“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer, arriving first at the thick tangle of pubic hair, a brief pause and then they were awash in her hot juice, slipping and sliding between her lips and he thought her little fingers had not toiled in vain as by anyone’s standards her pussy was incredibly wet.

Her other hand was still on his cock as her head craned back towards him, so her animal moans filled the garden as he frigged her until she came, hard.

Her other hand, with fingers still moist from her frigging, reached between her legs and grabbed his cock from its partner and thrust it roughly up the leg of her shorts and into her hot cunny.

Once he was well inside her she used one hand to brace herself so she could thrust down onto his advance and when she was moaning through gritted teeth, she went rigid and screamed.

“Mmmmm” Kelly murmured as she relaxed into his arms, and there they lay, at peace in the afterglow, him still inside her, until they went to sleep again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (372) Woodland Proposal

 

Chris Saunders and Claire Paddon had lived in Shallowfield all their lives and so they were no strangers to Teardrop Lake.

The Lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and was surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forest.

It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.

One hot summer Saturday they were walking along the Northern Perimeter road and were just approaching the 16th Century Stone bridge when Chris said he was starting to feel the heat so he suggested they leave the road in favour of the coolness of the woods in a dense area of ancient woodland, and followed the path that threaded its way through the woods, a well-trod path that meandered its way towards the waterfall and halfway along the path, they heard the sound of gurgling water.

The sound grew louder and louder with every yard they climbed until eventually they reached Shoe Buckle Falls.

It was so named, so legend had it, after a 17th century fugitive Cavalier who was pursued into the forest by Parliamentarian troops but disappeared in the vicinity of the falls without leaving any other trace other than a shoe buckle that they found in the vicinity.

When they reached the falls, he said

“It’s a bit cooler up here”

“I’m not sure you lured me into the woods so I could cool down” She retorted “You’re more interested in getting me hot”

“Well, you’re partly right” he said and turned to face her

“Oh?” she said, “Which part?”

“I didn’t get you up here to cool down” he confessed

“So why are we here?” she asked suspiciously

“So, I can ask you to marry me?” he asked

“What?” she exclaimed

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you” she replied and kissed him

When she released him, he slipped the ring on her finger and Claire audibly gasped as she looked at the ring then at him then at the ring again.

“It’s a bit big so we’ll need to get it resized” he said

“You can’t have it back” she said adamantly, and it slipped off her finger and bounced off the log she was standing beside and landed by his feet, but Claire didn’t notice where it dropped. 

“It must have bounced over here” she said as she stood on tiptoe and lent over the trunk amongst the undergrowth, the result of which for Chris was a perfect view of her white pants.

She was poking about at the undergrowth the other side of the tree with her hand trying to feel for the ring, and as she reached further and further, she caused a delightful quiver of her buttocks.

Chris picked up the ring and enjoyed the magnificent view of her cute buttocks jiggling in front of him.

“It must be in here” she said
“Can you see anything from where you are?
“No I can’t see it yet” he replied then she wriggled forward slightly until her toes were off the floor and exposed more of her lovely arse.

Then in an effort to prevent her 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 into her bum crack.

He could hear Claire muttering as she wriggled again on the log and wispy strands of curly hair appeared visible against her white panties.

“Can you see it yet?”

“No not yet” he replied lustfully staring at her crotch as she wriggled again, and he was staring libidinously at her glistening Minge

 “I can see it now” he said,
“Really? do you think you can reach it?”
“Oh yes Claire, no problem I’ll have my hand on it any second”
Then he slipped two fingers straight between her lips before she knew what was happening.

“There I’ve got it” he said as his fingers entered her damp crack
“Oh Chris, what…? Mm”
She was only slightly moist when he first fingered her gash, but she lathered up very quickly and was soon very creamy.

As he continued to frig her, she was moaning rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moans was as syrupy as her pussy until he brought her to climax, and it was time to fuck her.

As he continued to stroke her quim, he dropped his shorts and took out his cock, pulling on it to expose his purple helmet. 

Chris pushed his thumb inside the elastic of her panties and pulled the fabric aside to fully exposed her hairy cunny, Claire moaned as he rubbed his knob along her wet slit and her juice glistened on his bell end in the dappled sunlight and he repeated this again and again and each time her moan grew louder, then she could wait no longer and wriggled back towards him like a fish and slid down his shaft, letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, and her velvet juices immersed his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure, as she gripped on to the tree and he pounded her pussy from behind.

He reached up and yanked her shirt from her waistband and groped her little tits.

Her moans gave way to yelps and squeals, growing ever more intense as his rhythm increased, until she screamed, and her body shuddered and then he shot into her, his cock was still twitching inside her hot pussy as she relaxed and let out a long languorous sigh.

After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck and withdrew his cock from her fanny and she sighed again.

As Chris redressed himself Claire was still clinging onto the tree

periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position as she was when he pulled out of her and with each sigh her left leg twitched.

After a few minutes and several more satisfied sighs she slid herself off the tree trunk and her legs almost gave way, and she giggled.

“That was really lovely” she said and kissed him.

“Oh shit” she exclaimed

“What’s the matter?” he asked

“My ring, I have to find my ring” Claire said in a panic

“It’s in my pocket” he said

“What? Did you have it all the time” she asked, and he nodded

“I hate you” she said but undermined her statement by kissing him very passionately.

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.