Friday, 10 June 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (263) Being Sisterly

 

The party was at the Kettlewell Village Hall and by ten o’clock Miriam Gold was blind drunk and so her husband Frank, and her sister Sarah decided to walk her home.   

Once they found the right room he laid her on the bed

“We should take her dress off” she said

“How about we leave her as she is and we take your dress off,” Frank suggested

“Down boy” she said smiling “you’re time will come, now help me with her dress”

He sat Miriam up again so Sarah could unhook and unzip, then between then they pulled the whole thing off over her head.

Once she was just in her under things Sarah started pulling her tights off as he watched.

 

As she left the bedroom Sarah turned off the light and closed the door and then she kissed him, gently at first and then again more hotly.

So Frank took his opportunity during the passionate kiss and grappled up her skirt and found her stocking and suspenders.

“Wait until you're invited” she said playfully slapping him.

“Stockings and suspenders eh” he said

“Yes I wore them especially for someone” Sarah said

“David is a very lucky man”

“I’m not wearing them for my husband” she said

“I’m wearing them for you”

Her lips returned to Frank’s, and her tongue to his mouth and his hands returned to her stocking tops.

 

When she finally relinquished his mouth she stepped back wards and slipped out of her dress and gave him the full effect of her full ensemble of black lingerie.

“Did you really wear those for me?” he said looking at her stockings.

“I wore everything for you” she said 

“It was lucky for me then that I got to enjoy them”

“There was no luck involved” she said cockily

“What do you mean?”

“I made sure you would get to enjoy them”

“Did you get Miriam drunk?”

“It wasn’t hard I just made all her drinks doubles, she never could hold her drink”

“You dirty, dirty girl”

“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said “and started tugging on his cock”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (262) You Shouldn’t Be Doing This

It was midnight in Shallowfield and Jake Ellis was in the bus shelter snogging, or perhaps more accurately being snogged, by Sophie Braun.

She had been going at it for about ten minutes before she came up for air.

They had been to a house party and he was walking her home when she suddenly dragged him into the bus shelter.

Now that wouldn’t normally be a problem, Sophie was a very attractive girl, a very sexy girl, the problem was she wasn’t his girl.

His girl Sharon was still at the party throwing up in the downstairs toilet.

Sophie kissed him again, this time more urgently more animal and while her tongue was engaged in his mouth her hand was inside his trousers groping his cock.

And all the time a little voice was nagging at the back of his mind saying

“You shouldn’t be doing this”

And a second voice yelled in reply

“But she’s got her hand on your cock”

“What about the girl you love?” the first voice continued

“But this one has her hand on your cock” Screamed the second

“Think about Sharon” the quiet voice said

“Think about the hand on your cock” came the loud response

“Sophie’s not your girlfriend, Sharon is” the whisper said

“Sharon hasn’t got her hand on your cock” came the other one in response.

“But you love Sharon” Jiminy Cricket whispered

“You can love Sharon when she’s holding your cock” the devil shouted

The quiet voice spoke very sagely but suffice is to say the louder voice made some valuable points as well, so he relinquished any lingering resistance and decided to give his undivided attention to the woman with her hand on his cock.

Instead of his previously passive participation he joined in with relish and she responded in kind, while their tongues darted and probed into each other’s mouths their hands were busy elsewhere.

By the time Jake had finished his internal debate Sophie had completely extricated his throbbing tool from his jeans and pants leaving him bare arsed and highly aroused.

Had he been in any doubt that she was in a hurry to get to the main event were quickly dispelled when she relinquished her grip on his cock and her busy fingers began unbuttoning her jeans which were soon around her knees quickly followed by her navy blue knickers.

Sophie then knelt on the bench and presented herself to him and as he plunged into Sophie’s hot pussy he heard no decanting voice in his head.  

Choice Tales from the Vale – (261) Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fond

 

Winston Philips was a 27 year old English graduate who worked for the Shallowfield and Childean Chronicle and for the last couple of weeks things had been quite quiet for him, firstly because nothing of any interest happened in the Finchbottom Vale or even the wider environs of Downshire for that matter during those two weeks.

The other reason life was so quiet for him was that his 21 year old girlfriend Jemima, who had her own special way of helping him pass the time with her insatiable appetite, had gone away on holiday with her parents. 

So he took himself completely out of circulation for the two weeks which allowed him to catch up with writing his book, a very dull history of the area, which made the time drag even more.

 

At last the time came to end his self-imposed exile from the world and went to the pub for a few drinks and a chance to touch base with Jemima who he hadn’t seen since she got back from Greece.

She was working all weekend, because of the Shallowfield Beer Festival so he knew he wouldn’t see her properly until Sunday evening when he could expect a proper Jemima hello.

 

While he was in the bar she was able to grab a 20-minute break and they sat in a quiet corner of the lounge where they could at least steal an occasional kiss, he even managed to cop a feel of one of her choice titties, but alas she wouldn’t show him her white bits, but as she was getting up to go back to work he did get his hand up her skirt high enough to reach her pussy and snag one of her pubes before she slapped him.

But it did give him a taster and he was left with a philosophical outlook knowing there was lots more for him to investigate and explore when he would get her bare arsed at his house on Sunday night.

Although if truth be told going by her normal practice when Sunday night came she would probably be bare arsed when she got there.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (260) Yacht Club Rules

 

It was a beautiful summer day when Commander James Pendlebury drove towards the Sharpington Head Yacht Club.

He was on his way to buy a ticket for the Midsummer Ball which marked the end of the Regatta.

He parked the car and walked inside the Yacht Club and went directly to the office of Ivana Tombs.

Ivana was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who managed the commercial side of the club.

She never smiled and always peered superciliously over her specs at everyone, not a joyful looking person by any means.

He knocked on the door and was met with a surly monosyllabic response.

“Come” it uttered

So he went,

“Good morning Miss Tombs and how are you today?”

“What do you want Commander?” she snapped

“I’m very busy”

Trying to maintain his good mood he persevered.

“A ticket for the big bash please Miss Tombs”

“Do you by any chance mean the Sharpington Head Yacht Club Midsummer Ball?” she asked

“Yes that’s the one” he replied

“Just the one ticket?” she replied, “Not bringing a guest?”

“No just me” he replied “I figured I’ll just get lucky on the night”

“£90” she said getting up from her desk and preparing to walk over to the filling cabinet.

James made no effort to get out of the way and indeed narrowed the gap so she had to squeeze past him and rub her pert little arse against his cock.

When she had got through the gap he followed very close behind her and positioned himself so that he could firstly stare down her gaping blouse at her beautiful lace cupped tits and then be in situ as she opened the draw and stepped backwards thus planting her plump  little arse cheek right into his waiting hand.

His position was perfect and her right buttock reversed right against his palm so he gave it a prolonged squeeze.

“For goodness sake Commander Pendlebury” she barked

“I’m terribly sorry Miss Tombs, truly I am”

“£90” she snapped

He took out his wallet and paid her in cash, she took the money and along with the ticket she gave him a look that said

“Why are you still here? I have more important things to be doing”

“Good bye Miss Tombs and thank you” he said insincerely “Sorry again for my clumsiness”

But before he got to the door Miss Tombs got there first

“Just a word before you go Commander” she said quietly and grabbed his cock and balls “If you do get lucky at the Ball on Saturday night and it’s not with me I’ll be wearing this lot as a necklace”  

“You can have it right now if you want Ivana” he offered

“As much as I would like you to fuck me over my desk” she said stroking his cock more than squeezing “alas some of us have to work for a living”

“Well I think people who use the word “alas” definitely need to be bent over the desk” he said “so little Miss tight arse, what’s it to be”

“Little Miss tight arse?” she said “Did you just call me Miss tight arse?”

“I did” he said

“Right follow me” Ivana said and led him into the executive toilet.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (259) In the Club

 

David Byers was a thrice married and thrice divorced retired gentleman of leisure, 55 years of age and everything still in full working order, and he divided his time equally between the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club and the Sharpington Head Yacht Club.

Whichever venue it was he could normally be found in the bar or the restaurant and he was seldom alone.

 

Maureen Godfrey was in her late 30s and was a hardworking waitress at the Golf Club and was well aware of David abilities as she had been on the receiving end of them on more than one occasion.

“Good afternoon ladies” she said addressing the two 50 somethings, Helen Calkin and Katrina Laslett, sitting either side of him.

“And gentleman” she added in a tone that made it perfectly clear that she didn’t thing he was.

“It’s nice to see you keeping such respectable company for a change” then to the ladies again she added

“I hope he’s not leading you astray, he has such a lot of bad habits”

Helen blushed and Katrina gave him a knowing smile.

Maureen then gave him a look that said just stick with the old birds and behave yourself until I get off duty.

What she didn’t know of course was just how badly the two respectable old birds could behave given very little encouragement.

Katrina was at that very moment playing with his cock underneath the table and Helen was fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat due to wet underwear rendered so as a result of David shagging her in the woods beside the 15th fairway.

So after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company, and having received head from Katrina in the front seat of her BMW he was feeling a little jaded so he decided to head for home to Highfinch and a long afternoon nap to recharge the batteries before he had to entertain the lovely Maureen for the evening.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (258) Guilty Secret

 

As Mike Guglielmi crossed the high street in Shallowfield he caught sight of Francesca Patrington sitting alone at one of the tables outside Addison Café.

He also noticed she was wearing the same summer outfit she had on when they made love in the Dancingdean woods up by Cooper’s Folly, and the thought of that day caused a stirring in his pants.

He guessed she was probably enjoying a coffee while waiting for a friend.

He quickened his stride and as luck would have it, or so he thought, he caught her eye and he gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she gathered up her things and hurried away.

“Very odd” he thought

 

He had lunch alone at the pub and enjoyed a couple of leisurely pints while he read the paper and subsequently it was midafternoon when he stepped back out into the sun, and as he did so he spotted Francesca again this time in the pub carpark, so he approached her on her blindside so she couldn’t run off again and when Mike was a few feet away he said

“I think you’ve been avoiding me”

Francesca jumped and immediately became flustered

“No, no not at all” she corrected him

“I think you have,” he repeated “why?”

Francesca didn’t say anything for about a minute

“Please tell me Frankie” he entreated

“Because I feel guilty,” She snapped

“You don’t need to feel guilty Frankie, I seduced you remember, it wasn’t you’re choice”

“You don’t understand” She said “I don’t feel guilty because it happened”

“Then why?” Mike asked but she didn’t respond

“Francesca?”

“Because I liked it” she barked

“I liked it because it was so dirty, I liked it because it was so exciting”

Francesca paused and then continued

“And because I came like I never came before”

Then she hurried away towards her car, but stopped and turned after a few paces and said

“But most of all I feel guilty because I want to do it again”

And then she was gone again, I thought for a moment before I hurried after her

“Frankie?” he called but she kept going so he pressed on after her instead and Francesca was standing by her car when he caught up with her.

“Do you mean it?” he asked but his question met with silence

“Francesca?”

“Yes” she replied reluctantly “but it can never happen again”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a wife and a mother” she retorted and then added almost as an after thought

“And I love my husband”

She may have once but not so much now he thought, her husband spent more time on the Golf course or in the club house than he did with his gorgeous wife.

He believed Francesca was clearly lonely which she didn’t deserve to be, and it was in his power to change.

She opened the hatchback and was about to put her shopping in the boot; but he put his right hand on the edge of the boot, preventing her.  

“Do you think about that day?”

“Yes” she said

“Often?”

“Yes”

“And when you’re alone in your bed” he asked

She reddened and then nodded

“Do you touch yourself as you remember?” he asked

“Do you stroke yourself off under the duvet while you recall what we did in the woods, what I did to you in the woods?”

“Don’t make fun of me, don’t make fun of it” she screamed and started to cry

“I’m not making fun of you,” he said taking hold of her hand

“I think of it all the time” he said “It excites me too, I think of you, in that outfit, and your beauty beneath it”

Francesca squeezed his hand and he continued

“In the woods, me inside you”

“So do I,” she gasped and squeezed his hand again and then lent forward pinning it between the car and her pubis.

They didn’t speak; the only sound was her steady breathing and the birdsong as he rubbed his thumb on the fatty flesh of her mound gently and methodically and he watched her, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and her tongue lightly moistening them as she breathed.

Just as her breaths began to deepen a group of pub customers walked by and the spell was broken she let go of one hand and stepped out of range of the other.

She threw her shopping quickly in the boot and slammed it shut.

“Please don’t avoid me again?” he said

“I won’t I promise” she said and then she drove away, he would look out for her tomorrow and see what could be done, he certainly hadn’t had enough of Mrs. Patrington and the recollection of their last sexual tryst brought a distinct lump to his trousers.

As he walked back towards home Mike ran various scenarios through his head of where and when he might enjoy her again, the first occasion was a chance meeting but the next would need to be carefully planned.

“Very carefully indeed” he muttered under his breath and then was snapped out of his deliberations by the sound of a car horn.

When he turned around to investigate the source of the sound he discovered it was Francesca, who had pulled up alongside him.

“Hello” he said “I was just thinking, about you, about us”

“Good I want you to take me to the woods again, please” she said

“And I want to take you” he retorted “When did you have in mind?”

“Right now” she snapped

“Are you sure?”

“Yes” she yelled “Get in the bloody car”

“So much for careful planning” Mike said to himself as he walked around to the other side and got in the car.

And after a short tense ride in the car up to a secluded part of the Dancingdean Forest Francesca had a longer stress relieving ride in the woods.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (257) Intensive Care

 

Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.

He was a relatively good-looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.

He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.

His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.

The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.

But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.

But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.

And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.

 

As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.

And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.

But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.

And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.

As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.

So whenever an opportunity to enjoy Celeste’s heavenly body presented itself he grabbed it with both hands however Linda also relished one on ones with him and he with her.

Such as the morning she arrived home after being trapped in Abbottsford for most of the night due to a blizzard, a blizzard in which Nigel crashed his car in a ditch, and had Celeste not gone in search of him in her Cherokee he may well have died of exposure.

 

It was about 6 am and Celeste was still sitting on Nigel’s lap wrapped in bath sheets and his arms when she said.

“We need to get a wriggle on”

“Do we have to move?” he whined, “I’m cosy”

“Yes” she said curtly “I have to be at the surgery in two hours”

Just at that moment Linda appeared at the door and enquired

“What’s all this then?” she enquired with hands on hips

“We’ve been raising the dead” Nigel said and Celeste giggled

“Oh great while I’ve been stuck in Abbottsford all night you two have been playing hide the sausage” she snapped

“It’s not like that” he said indignantly “I nearly died”

“Well you don’t look close to death” she remarked

“That’s because the good Doctor performed her special form of CPR”

He replied

“I thawed out his popsicle” she said smugly “Dr Hanley strikes again”

“I suppose you’re very pleased with yourself” Linda said to Celeste

“Well I do have a reputation to preserve” she said

“I have a reputation as well,” Linda said indignantly as she pulled Celeste’s big knickers and leggings off her feet.

“Yes you do darling” she said and kissed her then she turned and gave him the raised eyebrow look before walking briskly into the bathroom.

She returned a minute or so later and took Linda by the hand and said

“Come on sexy you can come and wash my bits”

“Oh alright” Linda agreed enthusiastically

“And Nigel can put the kettle on while I bring you to the boil” Celeste said

 

While Linda and Celeste were busy getting clean and dirty at the same time Nigel went downstairs to the kitchen and put the kettle on and he was sitting at the kitchen table when the pair of lusty medics appeared, Celeste was dressed for work and Linda was wearing a bath robe.

Celeste picked up one of the drinks from the table and sat down and Linda dropped a pile of dirty laundry in front of washing machine 

“These will definitely need washing” Nigel said holding up Celeste’s big practical passion killer knickers

“Yes they’re very damp” Celeste agreed and giggled and then when Linda took them from his hand and held them to her nose and they both blushed.

 

About half an hour later Nigel announced that he needed to lie down and Celeste said 

“I have to get to the surgery, my patients need me, and they are obviously in awe of my prowess as a medical practitioner extraordinaire”

“No seriously” Linda said, “Why do you have to go?”

“Cheeky cow” Celeste said and tried to clip her round the ear, but she dodged the blow and high fived Nigel.

Celeste then kissed them both good bye and Nigel went upstairs to her bed where he lay down, still wrapped in towels, and promptly fell asleep.

 

Linda spent an hour downstairs doing laundry and tidying the kitchen and made her way upstairs to get some sleep, she was exhausted after being up all night, but when she saw Nigel lying semi exposed on the bed she thought another half an hour of wakefulness wouldn’t kill her.

So she sat on the bed beside him and began loosening the bath sheets wrapped around him and by the time he was naked his eyes were open and she poked his limp dick with her forefinger.

“Oh dear you appear to have had a relapse” she said

“So what do you intend to do about it?” Nigel asked 

Linda leant towards Nigel and kissed him and he put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek and she put her hand on his shaft and began gently tugging on his cock.

“I’m going to prove that a nurse can raise the dead too” Linda said as she was handling his stiffening cock.

Which went from stiffening to bone hard in seconds as her mouth went to work on his cock with the same expertise he had come to expect.

“Oh Linda” he uttered as she worked diligently on him which was toe curling-ly divine, she had one hand on the base of his shaft while the other started rubbing her slit

 

After she had teased and toyed him to the point of bliss on countless occasions she suddenly sat up on the bed, and looking him directly in the eye she sucked the grease off her finger before she undid the belt of her robe, so it fell open briefly before she dropped the towelling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness, all dry, perfumed and powdered.

Linda then climbed astride him and in one fluid motion slid her cunny down his shaft, Nigel let out a gasp and Linda released a long soft moaning sigh.

 

Celeste returned to the house in the middle of the afternoon and found Linda and Nigel cuddled up in bed, Linda was fast asleep but Nigel’s eyes were open and he smiled when he saw her.

“Have you two been having fun?” she whispered

“Just a little” he replied and slipped out of bed and kissed followed Celeste out of the room and kissed her on the landing.  

“While you’ve been spending the day shagging my girlfriend I sorted your car out”

“In what way?” he asked

“I phoned Richards Recovery and they will tow the car to the garage” She said

“In that case” he said “after dinner I’ll be shagging Linda’s girlfriend”

“Well go and get some pants on and you can help me in the kitchen”

Celeste suggested and Nigel looked at her blankly so she went on to explain.

“The sooner we eat dinner the sooner I get desert”