Choice Tales from the Vale – (231) The Student and the Teacher

 

Amanda Cook was a 35 year old divorced mother of two, widely regarded in the village of Pangmere as a milf, but if any of the red bloodied men in the village thought of her in that way they were not banging on her door to tell her so, in fact no one had banged her back door since she kicked her husband out three years earlier, but little did Mandy know that she was about to blossom into a brunette haired cougar.

 

She had a job at the village school working part time as a classroom assistant which fitted in well with because she had two children of school age.

Mandy was always home by 2.30pm which gave her an hour and a half of sanity time before she had to go out and pick the kids up.

If there were days when she had to work outside of school hours her next door neighbour, Margaret Taylor, would babysit for her.

It wasn’t often and it wasn’t usually for long but one day in May the kids were at home all day for an inset day and Amanda had to go to work.

Margaret, not for the first time, stepped into the breach and looked after the children for her.  

         

Unfortunately things at the school didn’t go well so as a result she was half an hour late getting home and when she walked through her front door she was instantly greeted by her excited children.

“Mummy, mummy” Gemma called “We’re playing with Rob”    

“Are you darling?” she said not knowing who the hell Rob was.

“Come on, you can play too” Karen added

Amanda was led by her excited children into the lounge where she found Rob Taylor sitting on the floor in the middle of an assortment of toys, Rob was Margaret’s youngest son, just back from University after completing his first year.

“Oh hi Rob” Amanda said

“Hello Mrs Cook” he said “Mum asked me to take over as she had to get to the Doctors”

“Are they behaving?”

“Oh yes we’re having great fun” he said

“Come on mum you can play with Rob too” Gemma said

“Oh I would love to play with Rob on the floor” she said to herself 

“I think Rob probably wants to go home” Amanda said

“I’m in no rush” he said “if there’s stuff you need to do”   

“Well if you could just entertain them while I get their tea” she said “I would be very grateful”    

“No problem” he said amiably

 

Rob continued to play with the children for another 45 minutes while Amanda cooked their tea and when she called the girls to the table Gemma and Karen thanked him for looking after them and then kissed and hugged Rob goodbye.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that myself” she thought as she watched the well-toned 19 year old hug her girls.

As the girls ran past her into the kitchen he brushed his brown curly hair off his face and smiled.

“You can brush my curly brown hair with that hand anytime you went” she said in her head, but out loud she said

“Thank you so much Rob”

“My pleasure” he remarked as he stepped out the door

“You could be my pleasure” she thought as she closed it behind him.

 

After Amanda put the girls to bed she had a relaxing bath and was on the way downstairs to a well-earned glass of wine when there was a knock on the front door.

“Damn” she exclaimed

She was wearing her white fluffy bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head like a turban and was hoping if she opened the door like that it would deter whoever it was from disturbing her for long.

“Hello” Rob said as she opened the door

“Oh hello” Amanda replied but inside her head she was screaming in her head “I look like a washer woman and I’m not wearing makeup, so I look like an old haggard washer woman”

“I left my phone here earlier” he explained “Would you mind if I look for it?”

“Not at all” she said wishing she had gotten dressed “Come in”

“Where do you think it might be?” Amanda asked

“Down the right hand side of the seat pad on the sofa” he replied and she walked over to the sofa and bent over and delved between the seat pad and the arm.

“You were right” she said producing his phone

“I know” he responded “Because I put it there”

“Oh I see” she said and smiled and then she processed what he’d said and corrected herself

“No I don’t see”

“I put it there so I would have a reason to come back” he enlightened her

“Why would you do that?” she asked

“So I could do this” he replied and leant in and kissed her lips softly and she instantly responded.

As the kiss continued it grew quickly in intensity as their tongues entwined.

This was a moment he had dreamed of since he was at school, he had always admired her and wanted her and she featured prominently in his wank bank.

 

For her part Amanda was just enjoying the attentions of a man, the first such attention she had received in the three long years, and she hoped it wouldn’t end with a kiss.

Rob’s hands had been on her hip while they kissed but they had descended and began fondling her firm buttocks, and as his hands explored her curves he was almost certain she was naked beneath the white bathrobe which made his knees tremble.

Rob decided to settle her back on the sofa just in case his legs gave way while he was groping her. 

As he lay her down he untied the belt on her robe and it slowly opened to give him tantalising glimpses of her nakedness beneath and he was still kissing her as his hand made its way inside her open robe and sought out her breast, a prize he had pursued in his dreams since his sexual awakening, and when his hand grasp her firm substantial breast he was not disappointed.

His fingers played with her stiff peak as he kissed his way hurriedly to her dark rose pink nipple which stood proud and inviting so he took it in his mouth and sucked on it gently and Amanda emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval.

“This is wrong so wrong” she argued in her head until her earlier wish was granted and he was combing his fingers through the curly brown hair of her bush.

She dare not have wished for what was to follow, his strong youthful fingers immersed in her hot juice as they penetrated her pussy to be followed in short order by his substantial 19 year old cock, the first cock to enter her for three years. 

 

“Oh God that’s better” she exclaimed after Rob had withdrawn from her and then after she realized she had said it out loud she blushed and giggled then she added.

“That was very nice, very nice indeed”

 

As they cuddled on the sofa and drank a glass of wine she said to him.

“I think as you’re home for the summer we should try to do something to keep you occupied, which might also help to turn very nice into bloody marvellous”

She giggled at her brazen behavior while he just smiled at the prospect of enjoying her again.

 

So it was agreed that they would meet at her house when she got home from work and make productive use of their time before the girls came home from school to further her sexual education, although she didn’t word it like that to him as the male ego is very fragile. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (230) That’s why I Love you so Much

 

Dave Bingham and Ann O'Neill had been dating for a few weeks before they made love for the first time, but after that they could barely keep their hands off each other and when they spent a week staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel they saw very little of the Dancingdean Forest or Teardrop Lake. 

 

Ann was bent over on the bed beneath him with his cock still inside her, she had her face buried in the duvet and she was quivering after the exertion, while panting and sighing.  

She sighed even louder when he withdrew from her and he kissed the small of her back.

Dave knew that Ann wouldn’t get up and dress with him in the room, even though they had made love countless times, and he had seen her beautiful body up close and personal on many of those times, so he left her to sort herself out and went into the bathroom to give her some privacy.

He sat on the edge of the bath and thought to himself how much he loved her and especially her modesty and shyness.

 

Ann shuffled towards him still buttoning her shorts with her eyes on the task.

When she finally looked up at him she went immediately scarlet and looked away.

Dave took hold of her arm and pulled her towards him and she buried her face in his chest and held onto him in a vice like grip.

“I can’t believe you’re still shy” He said “after what we just did”

Ann didn’t answer

“But I love it that you are” he added

“Really?” Came a muffled query

“Yes” he replied “it’s why I love you so much

“You love me?” she asked in a childlike voice.

“Yes, so you’ll have to come out from my chest and give me a kiss,” he added

“A kiss?” she asked

“Yes I must have a kiss” he insisted “Because I love you”

Reluctantly her head emerged from his chest but she still didn’t raise her eyes to look at him but said quietly

“I love you too”

Dave put his hand on her chin and lifted it gently up and then he put his lips to hers and so began a rather lengthy and immensely enjoyable kiss.

In fact it was such a deeply satisfying kiss that he began undressing her again and she offered no resistance.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (229) Sleeping Damsel in Distress

 

It was in the early nineties Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, It was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married. 

It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.

“Is Amanda in” she asked urgently When Greg had opened the door.

Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and stood around five foot three in her flip flops.

As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.

“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”

He said and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.

Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.

While he stood and comfort her without speaking when she said

“I’m sorry” and burying her tearstained face in his neck.

He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of his expertise with crying women.

They held that position for some time until Ellie’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below began to stir itself.

While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, soft lips, hot mouth and an electric tongue.

The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them having sex in the hallway and then making love in the spare room. 

The reason for her distress was that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the sex and the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.

A brief affair followed that first evening of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said

“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.

 

There were however fairly regular relapses on Eleanor’s part when she would turn up at the house often in tears or just angry after a spat with a “Kevin” or whoever the latest Mr. Right was. 

Greg would then comfort her or calm her down and then they would make love.

However she only ever turned up when she knew Amanda would be out.

 

So it was no surprise to Greg on a Saturday morning when Amanda was away at her Mothers that there was a knock at the door.

However at the time he was on the phone to his boss so he opened the door and as expected it was Eleanor, it was obvious that she had been crying, she walked in and gave him a look and bustled through to the lounge.

He was on the phone for about 40 minutes and when he went into the lounge to find her face down on the sofa asleep.

Greg imagined she had probably been crying half the night and when she reached his house and found him on the phone she had thrown herself on the sofa and cried herself to sleep.

He knew by the sound of her breathing that she was deeply asleep, they had slept together enough times for him to recognize it.

He also knew that she slept like the dead.

 

Greg knelt on the floor beside her and pushed her straw coloured hair aside and kissed her neck when he got no response and smiled to himself.

“I’ll just have to wake you up another way” he said and un-fastened her dungarees, both straps and the buttons on the sides and then he pulled the denim back panel all the way down until he could see most of her navy blue knicker covered bottom which he caressed gently, he’d always particularly liked her arse.

The front was a little more problematic as she was lying on it, but she was a petite girl so although it was slow progress it didn’t take too long before he had them down to her thighs without her even moving.

Before he lifted her legs for phase two he slipped her flip flops off and threw them behind him.

Once he had disposed of her shoes he lifted her legs and completed the removal of her denim dungarees and tossed them in the direction of her footwear.

“Lovely” he said as he admired her small half naked form draped on the sofa.

He was also rather pleased with his handiwork and quite impressed that she was still lying pretty much exactly where she was when he found her completely undisturbed and in fact she had even begun snoring.

Greg was getting quite turned on and was undecided how to proceed but in the end decide to push her T-shirt up her torso and gently caressed the skin of her back as if her were massaging oil into her skin all the way from her rib cage down to her hips before he unfastened her bra.

With her bra straps out of the way Greg continued with his massaging until he had covered every in of her before he made his move. 

 

Because Ellie had just fallen asleep were she came to rest on the sofa, she was laying with all her weight on one side, which meant his hand could reach inside the displaced cup of her bra and fondle her plump little breast and play with her rosebud nipple and she let out a soft murmur as he touched her.

Eleanor murmured again as he teased her nipple to erection and his touch was obviously fueling an erotic dream, but she didn’t wake.

Having toyed and teased her nipple to distraction he returned his attention to her torso and massaged his way down to her hips again.

When his hands reached the waistband of her big navy blue knickers he began pulling them off her tight buttocks and once he lifted her legs up they descended very easily and he was very soon pulling them off her ankles and throwing them onto the growing pile of clothing.

Once he had her knickers off he ran his hand up the length of her leg and massaged her tight firm buttocks

 

  before pushing her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moist crevice, and again she murmured in her sleep because after his finger parted her lips like opening a pea pod it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.

 

Eleanor wasn’t as vociferous as usual with her facet buried in the sofa cushions and let out a series of low muffled moans in her sleep but her lathery lips told him she was enjoying his fingering.

Greg opened her thighs wide so she was completely accessible to him and then he sipped her fresh pussy juice from her lips.

She was at that ecstatic point, that blissful neighbourhood between erotic dream and sensual reality, where she was unsure if she was vividly dreaming of being pleasured or was actually being tongued. Ellie squirmed as his tongue explored the petals of her pussy flower and then she began to waken.

“I was dreaming about you touching me” she gasped 

“I thought I’d never wake you” he said raising his head momentarily from her minge.

Minutes later he felt her body go rigid and heard her moaning into a cushion.

As he straightened up Eleanor clearly signaled what she wanted next as she swung her legs over the edge of the sofa and knelt down on the floor and presented him with her round white bottom, and more importantly her moist pink clam shell.

Greg grasped her skinny hips firmly and pulled her onto him until he was deep inside her and Ellie raised her head from the cushions to vocalize her endorsement.

And she continued with her verbal endorsements right up to the point he brought her to her final juddering climax and he shot.

“Oh Greg” she purred “You always know how to cheer me up”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (228) Playing Around – Cleaning out the Attic

 

The four friends had spent the morning playing a foursome at the Forest Ridge Golf Club, they all lived locally in the village of Forestdean and three of them had houses that backed onto the course.

Their foursome had become a regular fixture on their calendars after Dave Whitaker had taken early retirement at the age of 50.

It seemed the right thing to do at the time, his children had flown the nest, his wife had passed and his job had lost its lustre, so he retired and he never regretted it for a moment.

Retirement enabled him to spend time with his three favourite ladies of leisure, Sarah Price, Katie George and Wilhelmina Winten.

Sarah and Katie were both wealthy grass widows and ten years younger than he and spinster Willi was three years older and was a retired PE Teacher.

After spending a very pleasant morning on the course they lunched at the club as was their habit and as they sat down at their regular table Willi announced

“I can’t be late home today, Marta is coming to help me tidy the attic”

“It must be important if you’re going to cut your lunch short” Sarah said and they all laughed.

“If truth be told I do rather look forward to the days Marta comes to help me” she said when the laughter had subsided

“She’s really such a nice girl and very good company”

Which was when, the waitress, Georgina, arrived at the table to take their order.

“So you’re not coming to mine for drinks this afternoon Willi?” Katie asked

“I’m afraid not” she replied

“What about you Sarah?”

“No not today” she replied reading a text on her phone “somethings come up”

“Just me and you then Dave” Katie said

“Ok with me” Dave remarked

So after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company, and feeling a little over indulged, they had a rendezvous by their trolleys and prepared for the short stroll across the 18th fairway apart from Sarah Price who was the only one of the group whose house didn’t adjoin the Golf Course.

“I’ll say goodbye now” she said “I need to pop to the pro shop before I head home”

So Sarah headed in the opposite direction while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th fairway.

Katie and Dave were next door neighbours but Willi lived 5 houses along from Katie’s, so she said goodbye to the others and walked home to get showered before Marta arrived.

 

Marta Gouveia was a rather plain looking Portuguese girl and was almost 30 years younger than Willi but they got on like a house on fire and had done from the first moment they met.

She had had a hard life and had known real poverty and hardship and had been raised by two cruel and abusive parents.

But through hard work, determination and a helping hand from people like Willi she had survived, and was a kind and loving soul.

The reason she wasn’t getting to Willi’s until late afternoon was because the second of her three part time jobs didn’t finish until three.

 

Wilhelmina put her clubs away in the garage and went straight upstairs and turned the shower on, then she undressed and briefly admired her slim figure in the mirror.

“Not bad for an old bird” she said and smiled at her reflection before getting in the shower

 

Marta let herself in with the spare key hidden in the planter and called out

“Willi!”

When she got no answer on the ground floor she made her way up the stairs and when she reached the landing she smiled because she knew where she was.

 

Willi was just washing the shampoo from her hair when the cubicle door opened and Marta was standing beside it naked.

Willi’s eyes greedily consumed every inch of her lovely young body with magnificent firm breasts and her glorious hairy minge.

“Can I join you?” Marta asked already knowing the answer

“I thought you’d never ask” Willi replied and as they eagerly washed each other Marta said

“This isn’t going to get the attic tidy”

“Oh well never mind” she replied “We can do it tomorrow”

“I bet we don’t” said Marta as she sucked Willi’s nipple

“We definitely will” she said authoritatively

“You said that yesterday” Marta reminded her and kissed her mouth.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (227) Antonia’s Garden of Delights

 

Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.

So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.

The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.

On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it but sometimes they had to create opportunities and on other occasions it took planning.

Such as the time they met at the Clayton Manor Hotel on the night of her sisters 4th wedding.

Which began with him gate crashing the wedding reception and ended with him knocking on the door of Antonia’s door and when he was sure the coast was clear.

“Room service” he called and the door opened

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

 

They were still in her bed at 11 am the next morning and would have stayed there all day had she not had to get back for the children.

“That was a masterly piece of planning madam” he said and kissed her as they cuddled under the duvet.

“Do you like all the sneaking around?” She asked

“I like the prize I get for all the sneaking around” he replied

“Do you find it exciting?” Antonia asked

“I suppose so” he said “What about you?”

“I do find it exciting but it’s the anticipation of you that’s the most exciting” she replied

“Why do you ask?” he said

“I need to know if you’d still want me if we didn’t need to sneak” she said and then there was slience

“Are you suggesting we tell everyone?” He asked

“Yes” she said quietly averting her eyes

“I want that more than anything” he replied “I want everyone to know, I want to shout it from the roof tops”

“Really?” she asked with surprise “truly?”

“Don’t you?” he asked and she started to cry

“Whats wrong?” he asked

“I want that too” She sobbed

 

A week later the 14 month long secret affair was no longer a secret as Paul and Antonia told their friends and family, which didn’t go well as the news was not well received by anyone.   

Her friends, though secretly jelous, told her she was behaving foolishly, her family universal condemend her as ridiculous and her ex husband said she was an embarrassment.

 

A week later the 14 month long secret affair was no longer a secret as Paul and Antonia told their friends and family, which didn’t go well as the news was not well received by anyone.   

Her friends, though secretly jelous, told her she was behaving foolishly, her family universal condemend her as ridiculous and her ex husband said she was an embarrassment.

Only her sister Adrienne was at all understanding, but she was on her fourth husband and so her judgement regarding relationships was iffy at best.

Paul faired little better, his mates all congratulated him for scoring with a milf but told him in no uncertain terms what a dick head he was for dating someone 12 years older than him.

His Dad thought he was a bit of a lad and his Mum thought he was digusting.

As a result of the reaction they got, their social circle was severely reduced so they had to be content with each others company, which was no hardship.   

But Antonia’s children however were delighted with the situation and took to Paul imediately and they became an instant family.          

 

As the months went by and it became self evident that their relationship was not a passing fad they were gradually accepted, albeit grudgingly, but it was almost a year before they were able to have a weekend to themselves thanks to Antonia’s mum taking the kids for the weekend.

But as luck would have it he had to go into work on Saturday morning, much to their annoyance, but he was expected to be home by two oclock at the latest.

 

It was a glorious day and very hot, especially for midday but not as hot as he thought the love of his life Antonia was.

He was more than an hour earlier getting to the house, so he let himself in using his front door key, which not for the first time made him smile.

He was glad he was home early he was looking forward all morning to making love to her and along with his feeling of horniness he felt immensely proud to be her boyfriend, and wanted to be even more.

 

He stepped inside and said hello but got no reply so he figured she must be outside in the garden so he walked towards the open French doors.

Paul stood on the threshold and looked out at the beautiful garden but it was not the manicured lawn and well stocked beds that drew his eye.

 

He could see Antonia on the patio lying face down on a sun lounger wearing a blue bikini.
She had her back tilted towards him and he was about to announce his presence but as his eyes surveyed the glorious body of the woman he loved, the curve of her hip, her waist and the sensual curve of her buttocks he also noticed her right arm was beneath her body and she was murmuring as she lay on the lounger and she was fingering herself.

 

However horny he may have felt as he walked through the front door paled into insignificance compared to how turned on as he was as he watched Antonia sweetly moaning as she pleasured herself.

He backed quietly into the lounge where he could still see Toni as he undressed and he was pulling on his erection by the french doors as she let out a divine moan and her body jerked.

He paused before stepping onto the patio and he watched her panting and sighing on the lounger before saying

“You started without me then”

Antonia jumped and looked over her shoulder.

“Oh my God you saw” she exclaimed and hid her face

“Don’t hide darling” he said “that was so sexy”

“Really?” she asked unconvinced still hiding her face

“Really” he replied

“You don’t think I’m dirty?” she asked

“No” he said firmly

“You don’t think that I’m a slutty milf?” Antonia asked

“No, never” he replied

“Why would you even ask that?” he asked and Antonia didn’t reply

“Has someone said something?” he asked and she nodded

“Who was it?”

“It doesn’t matter who it was” she replied quietly

“Well screw them whoever it was” he said “because I’m in love with a beautiful woman who just happens to be 12 years older than me and she is the sexiest woman I have ever known, so they will just have to get used to it because I’m not going anywhere”

Antonia rolled onto her side and looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.

“Hi beautiful” Paul said and gave her a long sensual kiss

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

“Very sexy”

“Show me?” Antonia said and they kissed her again longer and more passionate this time and then he untied the string on her bikini and slipped his hand beneath it and cupped her breast.

“No not here” Antonia said and pushed his hand away and put her breast away “someone will see”

“There’s no one here to see us and I’ve locked the front door” 

“Are you sure?” she asked

“I’m sure” Paul said and un-cupped her breast again  

“I don’t want people to think I’m a slutty milf” she said

“No one will see” he reassured her as he toyed with her stiff nipple

“I’m positive”

He kissed her again and his fingers toyed with her proud peak and that was apparently the only foreplay she required as her fingers untied the strings of her bottoms and her thighs parted.

Paul’s hand journeyed down across her belly and through her thick lush bush toward the prize beyond and the arrival of his fingers between her creamy lips was welcomed with a loud dirty moan which was a familiar sound to him so he held her leg up by the knee and entered her.

 

After they had finished Antonia Rolled over onto her back, pink, flushed and panting.

“Do you feel sexy yet?” he asked

“Hmmm” she murmured

“I was hoping you would” he said

“What else are you hoping for?” she asked coyly 

“Well firstly I would like to enjoy my wonderful lover once again” he said and kissed her belly

“I might be agreeable to that” she said

“And then I would like to become your second husband” he said and kissed her mouth.

“What?” she asked

“I would like you to become Mrs Antonia Galasso” 

“You want to marry me?”

“Yes, very much” he said “So what’s the answer?”

“Well” she said and stood up and as she walked towards the French doors she discarded her bikini, and as she stood on the threshold with her beautiful body on display

“I think we should go upstairs and discuss our engagement” she said and ran inside giggling.

“I take it that’s yes then” he called as he ran inside after her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (226) The Great Bear and the Kitchen Maid

 

Markus Zeiler was a great bear of a man, standing 6’ 6” tall, barrell chested with hands like shovels.

But he was brought to his knees by a skinny Little waif standind 4’ 11” by the name of Nikki Ashbee

They were both in their mid twenties, both had flaming red hair but he was a gentle giant who barely spoke and she was a little livewire who never shut up.

They also had in common the fact that they were in love, though neither of them knew that they were the recipient of that love.

Markus couldn’t imagine that a beautiful little thing like Nikki could ever be interested in him, and she thought he was probably looking for someone as quiet as him.

They both worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, she was a chalet maid and he was a general handyman.

Markus lived in Sharpinghead but Nikki was from Finchbottom and as the summer season was coming to an end she was running out of time, if nothing happened between them they would go their separate ways and were unlikely to see each other again, but if she got her way she would stay on.

 

Nikki finally got her man when they were on what was known as mothball duties, closing down those chalet that would not be needed during the winter season, which meant a major clean and then all the furniture was sheeted.

Because she was so tiny she managed to enlist the help of the gentle giant with moving the furniture, though she was more than capable of doing it herself, because she was much stronger than she looked, she just used it as an excuse to get close to him.

But it didn’t really help because she was such a chatterbox, even if he could have found the words he wanted to use he would have struggled to get a word in edgeways.

 

However every thing came good in the end when they were on their fifth chalet and all was not going well for Nikki as she was hoping he might have made a move on her, afterall they were alone and had been in very close proximity on many occasions.

But nothing happened so she decided to make him get physical.

Nikki started by undoing the braces on his overall as he picked things up and when he reatached that one she undid the other and so on and so fourth until he took action.

However she didn’t know when she started messing around quite how physical he would get.

But she wasn’t complaining when the gentle giant had her draped over his shoulder and he was fingering her wet pussy while he watched the reflexion of his handywork in the mirror.

 

His forefinger penetrated her hole repeatedly and he was just about to add a companion digit when Nikki called a halt to proceedings.

“Put me down” she screamed “Put me down now”

“What’s wrong baby girl?” he said “Have you had enough?”

“Just put me down” she insisted, and as he lowered her to the floor he cursed under his breath for going too far but he couldn’t help it he was really enjoying playing with her pussy.   

“I’m sorry” he said when she was stood facing him “I went too far didn’t I?” 

“Don’t be sorry” she snapped and pushed him back against the wall “You haven’t gone far enough yet”

“Oh?” he responded as she undid his braces.

And even before his overalls reached the floor her little hands were releasing his cock from his boxers  

“God is there anything about you that isn’t giant?” she asked and

 

After that first time they couldn’t keep there hands off eachother and suffice is to say that she didn’t return home to Finchbottom and stayed on at Maxlin’s and spent all winter making love in whichever empty chalet they wanted.

They didn’t have many opportunities for work time naughtiness as they didn’t often work together but they didn’t go without.

But after a really long winter they got to work together again when they had to reopen all the chalets they had mothballed the previous year.

 

As they unlocked the first chalet Nikki was wearing the usual Maxlin’s uniform, a blue denim skirt, a pale blue blouse and a white cardigan while Markus had on his familiar Blue bib and brace overalls over a pale blue T-shirt.

“You realise that this is the chalet that you seduced me in” she said

“How could I forget” he replied and leant down and squeezed her bum

“We don’t have time for that today” she insisted “We have a lot to do”

“That’s a shame” he said

“I know but it’s a fact”

The pair of them were making very good time and ploughed through the workload very well mainly because they were both trying not to think about shagging, which of course was all they could think of after Nikki’s remark about seduction.

 

They decided to do one more chalet before lunch and were about half way through when Nikki cursed

“Oh bugger”

“What’s up babe?” Markus asked

“I’ve left my duster on the kitchen counter” she replied

“I’ll get it” he offered

“No it’s alright honey I can reach it through the hatch” she responded and opened the serving hatch.

She was on tiptoe reaching for the duster which was obviously just out of reach, so she boosted herself up so her belly was resting on the bottom of the hatch and her feet were off the ground.

Which was the moment all the lustful thoughts returned to Markus‘s head and the blood to rushed to his cock.

 

Where Nikki’s tiny body was draped over the hatch opening her pale blue knickers were on full display and he remembered the first time he’d seen her cute little fleshy cheeks visible below the hem of her denim skirt in those blue knickers and he couldn’t resist getting them wet.

He hooked a huge thumb below her denim skirt and pulled it up revealing all of her pale blue clad arse and held the skirt clear and held her in situ.

“What are you doing?” he heard her ask “We don’t have time for any funny business”  

Her knickers were stretched tight so he could clearly see the outline of her lips through the fabric which caused him to make a tent in his overalls.

“There has to be time for this” he said and began with a single digit to gently trace the outline of her lips and Nikki’s response was instant and acquiescent as his finger tip touched her sensual lips and she let out a long loud breathy sigh.

Almost instantly it appeared to him, a dark circle, about the size of an old penny coin, clearly visible on her panties.

He continued lightly tracing his fingertip along both sides of her lips until she moaned loudly the other side of the hatch.

Then as his digit probed her pussy through the wet cotton the dark penny sized patch on her panties no longer remained the size or shape of a penny, it grew irregular in shape and occupied the width of her gusset.

It was time to employ his shovel like hand to pull her slightly soiled pale blue knickers off her arse and down her thighs.

With her knickers disposed of he returned his attention to her pussy which was now on full display before him.

He had and uninterrupted view of her white buttocks, her red whiskers and her moist lips.

His large digit once again traced along her labia and when he reached her pubic bone he started on the return journey but this time he opened her up and his finger was awash in her hot juice and she moaned whorishly into the empty kitchen a sound repeated several times before his forefinger penetrated her hole repeatedly and then he added a companion digit and soon after Nikki came.

So with two finger inside her he undid his overalls and they fell to the floor.

And when he removed his greasy fingers he replaced them with his cock.

 

He had both of his hands on her perfect white buttocks as he delivered the coup de grâce and he came in the dining area and she screamed in the kitchen and her leg jerked and her shoe fell off.

Mindful of the fact time was of the essence he was about to withdraw from her cunny when she begged

“No don’t take it out yet, just leave it twitching inside me”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (225) The Desireable Miss Kirby

 

Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.

Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.

Her once black hair was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise as the “Mallen streak”.

She was always smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.

She was well-liked and respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.

That was due in part to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights kind of woman.

Even people from the village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.

But as more than one man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden delights.

The other thing that tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.

Which was why when a new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia was as always the obvious choice.

Being single and living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of impropriety.

So for years she played the part of the Good Samaritan with her particular brand of hands on help, all under the noses of the church and her neighbour’s.   

 

She always accepted that the sweet moments of passion she shared with her house guests and those in need within the parish were just a taste of what other people could have but not her. 

 

Mark Ridpath was an oncology Doctor from the Churchill who, along with his wife, had been Virginia’s friend for many years and she had been his greatest support over the two years since he was widowed.

But not in her customary manner, not that she didn’t want to.

 

Since Mark Ridpath was widowed he threw himself into his work and his patients and every time he lost another one he had to grieve all over again.

It all came to a head when 11 year old Steve Wiltshire succumbed to leukemia and he broke down.

Luckily Virginia was on hand and made sure no one else witnessed his distress.

At the end of her shift she managed to sneak Mark down in the goods lift and drove him to her home in Dulcet St Mary, and on the journey home she offered to put him up and unlike previous recipients of her kindness she didn’t intend to put him up her.

Virginia put Mark up in the spare room and settled him into bed and he stayed there for three days and only on the fourth day he did leave the room.

 

Mark lay in his bed, as he had since he arrived in Dulcet St Mary, wishing he was in hers.

He did nothing about it however, as much as he wanted her, in case it ruined their friendship, which he valued greatly.

Also he didn’t want her to think less of him, he was not aware of her propensity towards sex, although in his case she had held back because he was more than just another man to shag.   

He waited until he heard the Curate leaving for the church and got out of bed, then he quietly crossed the landing.

He opened her bedroom door and could see Virginia lying on her side with her back to him.

He quietly closed the door behind him and approached the bed, he could tell from her breathing that she was asleep so he slipped under the covers and cuddled up and spooned her.

“Mmmm” she murmured in her sleep as he nuzzled her neck and slid his hand on to caress her small breast and the want he had felt from across the landing intensified.

As Mark toyed and teased her teat he kissed her skin and breathed in the familiar fragrance of her perfume.

Virginia was still in that dreamy hinterland between wakefulness and sleep as he pushed his free hand between her neck and the pillow which quickly replaced the hand already fondling her breast.

Mark’s free hand then moved swiftly down her belly to seek out her hairy prize.

Virginia awoke as his fingers combed their way through her pubes and she instantly parted her thighs in anticipation of his arriving digits.

“Oh Mark” she murmured as his fingers crept ever closer and then they were awash in her hot juice, slipping and sliding between her lips.

She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her animal responses to his touch as Mark frigged her until she came.

Virginias reached between her legs and grabbed his cock and guided it roughly into her and Mark did the rest until she went rigid and screamed into the pillow.

Virginia relaxed as he withdrew and they lay still for a moment and he kissed her shoulder and confessed.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long”

“Me too” she murmured

As they lay there cuddling in the afterglow Virginia was feeling very pleased with herself for a job well done, firstly because she had just had a very decent seeing to by a man she had been in love with for years, secondly because she had not had to take the initiative, he had very definitely wanted her, and finally because she could feel his cock stirring back to life so they would soon be going again.