Choice Tales from the Vale – (235) The Purplemere Verger – Breaking the Ice

 

As part of his recuperation Mark Tams took an extended walk around his neighbourhood in Purplemere and after about forty minutes he headed towards home.

He had been in and out of hospital for the previous ten years following a bad car accident just after his 15th birthday.

As he got close to home he turned into farm cart lane which led past the back of St Agatha’s Church and that was when he met Annette Cook coming the other way.

She was the verger at St Agatha’s where her Uncle, Jim Huggett, was the vicar.

She had her strawberry red hair tied up and hidden beneath a broad floppy hat.

She was wearing a green summer dress and a pashmina around her shoulders.

Annette was looking at her sandals as they were shuffling and scuffing down the lane and she almost walked into him.

“Oh hello Mark” she said when she looked up

 

He liked Annette, he had got to know her during his years of recuperation, and she had been very kind in providing assistance to his family, respite care, parochial support and pastoral care.

They were similar ages, and got on very well, but despite that in many ways they were chalk and cheese.

Annette was a very confident young woman, in fact she was ultra-confident and self-assured.

While he was shy, socially awkward and riddled with self-doubt especially around the opposite sex.

For ten years his only contact with woman were nurses and doctors so he was completely inexperienced in their regard.

She was also pretty which made him even more conscious of his own inadequacies.

Although they had become good friends, Annette was the driving force in their friendship,

She was bold and bubbly and pushed him along which made him feel more confident, and she gave him the daring to do things he would never have done alone.

And he would have been perfectly happy living life on her coat tails because without her he would founder.

He had absolutely no idea how to move thing along however or even if she would want him to.

 

“Hi Annette” he responded

“So what have you been up to?” she enquired

“Just walking” he replied “What about you?”

“I’ve been to a BBQ at aunt Sian’s” she answered, “I left early because I caught the sun a bit”

She lifted the pashmina off her shoulder so he could see.

“Oooh” he said “is it sore?”

“A little”

“Have you put something on it?” he asked and Annette shook her head

“That’s going to burn if you don’t,” he told her

“Well come to the vicarage then and you can do it for me”

“Ok” he replied cheerfully “You have the wrong complexion for sitting in the sun”

“I know”

“You need to be careful with your lovely pale skin” he added and blushed when he realized he had said it out loud.

They went inside the house and she removed her floppy hat and said

“Make yourself at home I’ll just get the after sun”

 

It was about ten minutes later when she returned and the pashmina had gone and she had untied her hair glorious red mane.

“Where would you like me?” she asked

“In my arms” he replied in his head, but out loud he said

“On a dining chair I think”

Mark stood behind as Annette sat on a chair and let the straps fall off her shoulders so he had access to all the affected area.

The sunburn was nowhere near as bad as it first looked but he didn’t tell her that because he wanted to touch her, he longed to touch her, he just hoped he could prevent his hands from shaking while he did it.

“This might hurt a little, but let me know if you want me to stop” he said

“Ok” she answered meekly.

Mark squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.

“How does that feel?” he asked

“Oooh lovely” she replied

After a few minutes he realized that the front of her dress had gaped, as the straps slipped down her upper arms and he could see her perfect white breasts and their pink adornments.

He should have alerted her to what he could see but he couldn’t speak all he could do was stare down her dress as he rubbed in the lotion.

The only thought that briefly crossed his mind was that he was sure he had noticed a bra strap showing when they were out in the lane.

But the thought was quickly dispelled because as he massaged the cream into her skin on her upper chest Annette grabbed his wrists and thrust his hands inside her dress and his hand began to massage her perfect tits.

“Oh lovely” she uttered and threw back her head so she could look at him and said

“At last”

And Mark leant down and kissed her hot mouth.

After a few moment Annette suddenly leapt up and took hold of his hand and said

“Come to bed”

“No, what about the vicar?” he retorted still holding her hand

“Come to bed” She repeated as she pulled him to his feet “He won’t be back until late”

“But…” he began

“Shush I want you to take me to bed”

“Ok,” he said meekly

“Come on then,” she said forcefully “upstairs”

Annette led him by the hand all the way upstairs and into her bedroom.

She walked to the other side of the room and drew the curtains and then standing with her back to him she quickly divested herself of her dress and scrambled under the covers.

From where she then removed her pants and dropped them on the floor and then her eyes peered at him over the top of the duvet as he did the same and then as he slipped under the duvet she cuddled up close to him.

“I’ve never done this before” she said

“What in the vicarage you mean?”

“No, I’ve never done “this” before” she said quietly “I’ve never done “it””

 

Annette suddenly looked quite childlike and unsure, the complete opposite of her normal demeanour, he assumed because she was so ultra-confident and self-assured that she was experienced, in all the ways that he was not.

“Nor have I” he said and laughed

“Really?” Annette said “I’m so glad”

“You don’t mind?” Mark asked

“No, it makes this extra special” she replied “and you won’t notice how rubbish I am”

“Nor me” he remarked

“I think it will be perfect” she whispered

“You’re perfect” he responded and kissed her lips softly.

As the kiss continued it grew in intensity and as their tongues entwined, and his hand, which had been on her hip, slid down and was fondling her ample buttock and he explored her curves for the first time and while his hand was occupied at her bum Annette hand went straight to his cock.

After a minute of two he rolled her gently onto her back and they stopped kissing and he looked down on her in the half light and admired the body he had dreamt of enjoying so many times.

Her breasts were beautiful and surmounted by the dark rose pink nipples, which seemed to invite him to suck on them, so he did, but gently.

Annette emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval so he sucked on it some more.

Reluctantly he left her erect swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her serene face as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly red bush and as he toyed with her curls she murmured softly and as his hand came to rest on her mound she held her breath in anticipation of its progress.

Mark continued watching her lying there with her eyes shut and her tongue periodically moistening her lips and after a few moments his finger parted her labia and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.

He looked down on her again and she was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his diligent fingering of her creamy quim.

She was beginning to become more vociferous in response to his attention.

He didn’t know it at the time, but she was on the brink of climax and she was frantic tugging on his cock and then his fingers brought her to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.

Mark looked at her as her face was still contorted with ecstasy and then she opened her eyes, looked up at him and smiled.

He leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths he caressed her breast and he prepared to mount her.

As Mark carefully positioned himself between her thighs he stopped kissing her and was looking into her eyes as he clumsily entered her.

Annette sighed at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth as he continued caressing her beautiful breast.

It quickly became frenetic and breathless as the two of them were swept away in passions embrace which was ultimately all to brief.

 

As they lay entwined beneath her duvet in the afterglow they were feeling very pleased with themselves.

Although they didn’t know it at the time what they had just experience wouldn’t even make it to the best one hundred.

But for their first times they were very happy.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (234) Playing Around – The Propper Attire

 

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.

Willi lived 5 houses along from Katie’s house which was next door to Daves, so they said goodbye and she walked home to get showered before Marta arrived and Dave went home to change and Katie went to her house to freshen up.

 

It was about half an hour before Dave walked into Katie’s garden, which was beautifully kept.

There were drinks on the table beneath the parasol and soft music coming from an MP3, but no sign of Katie.

So he walked toward the kitchen door and steeped in and there in the middle of the room stood Katie wearing her golf hat, her golf shoes, argyle socks and her golf glove, and absolutely nothing else.

“Wow” Dave said as he stared, first at her pert breasts and then her beautifully kept bush and then added

“I think that may infringe the dress code”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

“What are my options?” he asked

“Well you can report me to the club captain” she replied “or you can have me over the kitchen table like you normally do”

“I think I’ll do the latter then” he said

“Good choice” Katie replied and removed his shorts

Choice Tales from the Vale – (233) Do you Want Everything with that?

 

The Channing family owned and operated a number of “Burger Vans” one of which was on the Shallowfield road on the Childean side of Forestdean.

During the Summer, eldest daughter Georgina ran it with the help of David Wythe, who were both university students, and although they both attended Abbottsford University, they were doing different degrees and had never met before that summer.

They got on very well despite his being quite shy and fancying the pants off her.

Georgina really had the hots for him as well but nothing happeaned.

She knew he liked her, she’d caught him looking at her on more than one occasion but despite her dropping hints he never asked her out.

Georgie was an old fashioned girl though and didn’t believe in asking a boy out, she preferred to be more suttle and use her allure.

Which of course didn’t work, even though she’d given him all the signals, green lights and all the bells and whistles, he just wasn’t getting the message.

So after having worked together for a month she decided that she obviously had to make the signal clearer.

So one rainy afternoon when they hadn’t had a customer for an hour she said

“We might as well shut up for the day”

“ok” he agreed

“You put the shutters down while I have a pee” she added

By the time he had finished securing the shutters Georgina reappeared behind counter with nothing on below the waist except for her apron and when she bent over in front of him he could see everything he’d ever desired, her round pert arse, her dewy pink lips and sprouts of red hair visible against the white skin of her thighs and she looked back at him and asked.

“Do you see any thing you like?”

“Yes everything” he replied and she stood up and removed her apron

“Then come and get it while its hot” she said invitingly

“We’re not being picked up for an hour”

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Well before we go any further I have to know something” she said as she stood close up to him.

“Are you going to ask me out?”

“Only if the answer is yes” he replied

“I’m standing here with my fanny on display, do you really think I might say no?”

“Well its obvious when you put it like that” he remarked

“So?”

“So will you go out with me Georgie?”

“I knew you fancied me” she said smugly and kissed him

“So?” he asked holding her off

“So why didn’t you ask me out before?”

“I was working up to it” he replied

“Working up to it?” she retorted

“We’d have graduated Uni by the time you got round to it”

“You still havent answered my question” he reminded her

“Which was?”

“Which was. will you go out with me Georgie?”

“Ha ha I made you ask again” she giggled

“Shut up and kiss me” he said and took her in his arms

Choice Tales from the Vale – (232) Nookieville

 

Graham and Denise Rouse were on holiday at Maxlins Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, it wasn’t their ideal holiday destination but it suited their pocket and the extended family all went as well so it was normally a fun couple of weeks.

There was always plenty to do at Maxlins, for all the family, with loads to entertain the kids and in the evenings the adults could get off their faces in the club rooms while someone else watched the kids.

Which they normally did and the first night of the holiday was no exception.

 

Graham woke up on Sunday morning in an empty bed and got up and walked bleary eyed to the bathroom to relieve himself.

As he returned he noticed the kids were already up and gone and he wished Denise had still been in bed so they could have a bit of a fumble before breakfast.

He opened the bedroom door and climbed back into bed and was delighted to discover there was a warm body beneath the duvet and his manhood started to stir.

He guessed Denise must have got back into bed while he was taking a leak.

Graham snuggled up to her naked body and she murmured softly in her sleep.

But as he kissed her skin and fondled her breast she woke up and as she realised what was happening she began tugging on his cock.

While he played with the taught peak on one breast he took the other one in his mouth and sucked hard on it.

But as he rose up onto one elbow he left her erect swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and then stopped, because through a gap in the bedroom curtain he could see his wife, Denise, through the chalet window talking to friends.

So he looked down at the face of the woman he was fondling, then at his wife and then down at her younger sister Angie and then kissed her smiling mouth as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly bush.

 

As he positioned himself between her thighs he stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as he asked

“Which one of us is in the wrong bed?”

“Do you care?” Angie replied

“No not really” he answered and slid his cock effortlessly into her and Angie’s response was excessively vociferous.

Graham paused to look through the window and could see Denise disappearing in the distance.

So he gave Angie what she wanted and fucked her unrestrained. 

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”