Choice Tales from the Vale – (313) In the potting shed

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.

His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.

That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.

 

At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance, absolutely beautiful, elegant, slim and petite, with a perfect Carrington Chase educated voice.

Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.

 

Over the month that followed they had numerous repeated such snippets and each one helped her overcome her shyness but she was getting frustrated with her progress and she just wanted him to fuck her so she wouldn’t be a virgin when she left for University at the end of the summer, but not only that she wanted him to fuck her numerous times before then, though he was unaware about that part.

 

However after the first month more than a week passed  and he hadn’t seen her, he was in his studio pondering the whereabouts of the ginger nubile when he spied his gardener Sharon go into the potting shed, and he felt a trouser tickle as the beast began to stir so he decided to feed it.

 

Sharon had been gardener to the Monroe family since she left school, first with her father and then on her own since he retired, she was older than Alex by ten years, and was a divorced rough diamond, but that was his type, embraceable peasantry.

Sharon was bent salaciously, however unintentionally, over a lawnmower as he entered the shed, and she was well aware of his presence and stood up as he approached and raised no objection as he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed straight for her unfettered breasts

“Thank God” she said as he squeezed her tits and kissed her neck.

“I’m so horny today” she replied and pushed her arse against the growing bulge in his jeans.

“I thought I was going to have to flick myself off in the van”

She turned her head towards him so he could kiss her, and as their  tongues became engaged he reluctantly released his grip on her jugs and slipped the braces of her dungarees off her shoulders and they fell to the ground with a clunk and Alex stopped kissing her and they exchanged a look.

“Trowel” she said and thrust her tongue back in his mouth and he slipped his hands inside her tee shirt and roughly groped at her naked globes and teased her huge nipples.

Sharon showed no sign of relinquishing his tongue, so his right hand travelled south across her plump belly to her well pruned bush, though it was still beautifully lush, but not the wild beaver the casual observer might assume it to be.

“No don’t”

“Why not?” he asked “I thought you were horny”

“I am” she reiterated “I’m too horny for foreplay”

And as if to demonstrate her requirement she was rubbing the cheeks of her arse against the bulge in his shorts and even managed to get a cheek either side of it so the lump was rubbing up and down her bum crack.

With her dungarees already around her ankles he bent her over the lawn mower and then he grabbed the waistband of her big blue knickers with both hands and yanked them off her arse, and as the gusset came away from her minge, it sounded like a plaster being removed. and he could plainly see the dark patch of her horniness on the crotch.

His cock was fit to burst through the fabric of his shorts if he hadn’t untrousered it, Sharon glanced over her shoulder expectantly, so Alex grabbed her round hips and in one easy movement he penetrated her and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction.

 

Alex returned to his studio, after he and Sharon redressed in the potting shed, but he watched as Sharon gathered all her tools together and smiled as he watched her walking across the lawn with a strange open gait obviously suffering with sticky knickers.

When she had everything back in her van, she went off to her next job damp drawer-ed and thoroughly sullied.

He spent the rest of the morning productively, but during his lunch he remembered that the paper bill was due the next day and Karen Askey always liked to collect the money in person, she didn’t offer this service to all her customers, just those who liked to give their gratuities in kind.

The gratuity was not an issue he had the means to settle that bill, however he didn’t have any cash, so he thought he’d better get to a cashpoint just in case she wouldn’t accept his donation if his bill wasn’t settled.

“Not very likely” he said out loud and smiled

Choice Tales from the Vale – (312) A Stranger Calls

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.

His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.

 

One of those women was an old flame, Dawn Symonds, who had briefly returned to the village for a wedding and after bumping into each other they reconnected for a one night stand, which lasted 14 hours.

After she finally left him, he was exhausted, but he had to try and get some work done, so he grabbed a sandwich and headed up the garden to his studio.

When he wasn’t dosing off he managed to get some good work done but he couldn’t keep his eyes open for long, and when he dosed he dreamt, and those dreams were very dirty and full of lust, and each subsequent dream was dirtier and more lustful than its predecessor.

But he was awake longer that he was asleep and as he worked into the evening, all in all, he was quite productive as he worked into the evening and when he finished it was already dark and beginning to rain.

Once he got back to the house he made himself something to eat, after which he sat down in front of the TV and started watching “The Channel 4 News”, but he lasted no more than 10 minutes before the long blinks set in and then he was asleep.

He was however rudely awoken from his slumber by the sound of the doorbell.

The bell continued to ring as he made his way up the hall and when he opened the front door he found a rather tipsy ginger haired young woman slumped against the doorframe, holding a “Happy Birthday” balloon.

“Hello Alex” she slurred, “I am a damsel in distress”

“And you are?” he queried

“Clarissa, of course,” she retorted and wore a confused frown “Don’t you remember me?”

“I’m afraid not” he replied

“I’m Clarissa St Claire” she snapped “I live next door”

“Oh I see” he said, the St Claire’s were friends of his parents, but he didn’t know them well, although he did have some vague recollection of a garden party at the St Claire’s to celebrate some kind of anniversary, and there were a bunch of annoying ginger kids running around the garden, he assumed she was one of them, he had clearly made more of an impression on her than she had of him.

“How can I help?”

“I’m locked out” she said, “it’s raining and my parents won’t be back for at least an hour, could I stay here until they get home?”

“Yes of course” He said just being neighbourly “Come on in party girl”

“Thank you Alex” she said as she almost fell through the door and he rolled his eyes and shook his head in disapproval.

You would have thought given the sexually frustrating day he’d had he would have welcomed the company of an intoxicated nubile into his lair.

But he did not welcome her intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance, absolutely beautiful, elegant, slim and petite, with a perfect Carrington Chase educated voice.

Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

“Happy birthday by the way” he said

“Thank you,” she replied with a grin

“Let’s get your coat off,” he suggested

This proved to be something of an effort, but they managed it in the end and when it was off she adjusted her skirt and straightened her blouse.

“Come in the kitchen and I’ll put the kettle on” He said

“Vodka will do” she suggested and fell against the wall giggling.

“Coffee I think” he replied

 

Clarissa had sobered considerably after a couple of cups of coffee and while she drank she told him all about the birthday lunch she had with her friends and how much she had enjoyed it, well he already knew how much she’d enjoyed it by the way she fell in through the front door.

“Do you want another cup?” he asked and she squinted at her watch before replying

“Yes please” then she added in a conspiratorial whisper “but I need to have a wee first”

“Ok, I’ll take it through to the lounge” he said and smiled

 

He was sitting on the sofa when she tottered into the lounge, having repaired her make up, and straightened her outfit, and in one hand she held her 18th Birthday balloon.

“Look what I have found,” she said “Happy Birthday to me”

And as she reached him she let the balloon go and flopped down on his lap.

“I demand a birthday kiss” she said with a determined look on her face, and she puckered up so he could give her a Birthday kiss but as his lips touched hers, Clarissa’s tongue was thrust into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took him completely by surprise, so in the spirit of the occasion and just to be neighbourly he responded in kind.

During their short acquaintance he hadn’t looked at her in his normal appraising manner, because she wasn’t his type, she was cute certainly and very funny, but no more, however as her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was warming to her and seeing her in an entirely different light.

This may well have been due to the fact he had had a surfeit of dirty lustful dreams earlier in the day, or the unexpected nature of her embrace, but as she was showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her position by locking her arms around his neck he decided to press on to the next level.

He began undoing the buttons of her blouse, one by one by one, while the kiss continued and the passion heightened as their tongues dueled.

I slowly undid another button, then another and at this point out lips parted, and her face burrowed into my neck and I could feel her hot breath on my skin.

Another button yielded and another until it was opened to the waist so he tugged roughly on each side of the blouse to free it from her waistband and Clarissa breathed in to aid him in his task.

The breaths on his neck were getting stronger as he slid his hands inside the blouse and onto her soft silky skin and they traversed across her landscape like it was a sensual survey before they found the fastener on her bra and opened it.

Accompanied by her panting breath his hands made the short journey inside the white lace bra and cupped her small plump breasts, and was surprised, despite her not fitting his template, how much he enjoyed handling her prizes, and toying with her teats, stiffening them with his touch.    

Her breath was panting now, interspersed with low moans and while he toyed with her delightful confections, he planned his next move, so he lured her lips away from his neck and kissed her hard and hot as he put his right hand on her knee and moved it slowly along the inside of her thigh, and she trembled beneath his touch but her legs opened regardless as his hand advanced towards his target.

The urgency of her kisses told him he was close to his destination even if the feel of lace on his fingertips had not.

Alex ran his finger slowly up the crease of her groin, never more than a millimeter from the lace trim of her panties, and she was snorting air through her nose while her mouth was locked on his, but she held her breath when his finger tip reached her hip bone until he traced it teasingly across her belly, she was snorting again as he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of her panties and combed his finger through her pubes, and he could feel her moans in his mouth in anticipation, so he slid his fingers between her lips and she stopped kissing him and rested her forehead against his, where with her mouth open she emitted the first of many long low growling moans.

Beneath his fingers her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her cream was like liquid silk on his fingertips.

Her growls intensified with every stroke until the moment when her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she drew her knees up to her chest and his frigging of her between the thighs brought her to the abyss and Clarissa came.

Alex removed his fingers from her juicy crack and slid his hand along her thigh leaving a greasy trail as it went.

 

They cuddled on the sofa for a little while, but then Clarissa’s eager little mouth was busying itself chewing his earlobe and wetly tonguing his ear and her hand had unsubtly settled on the waist of his trousers, and she immediately began undoing his belt.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked

“I’m going to let you take me to bed” she slurred between flicks of her tongue in his ear.

“Well I’m not going to” he said pulling his ear away from her tongue.

“Why not Alex? I want you to take…” she began

“Take what?” he asked suspiciously

“Any time, you can take me any time”

“Take what?” he asked again

“My virginity” she replied quietly

“Well I’m not going to” he replied

“But why not?” she pleaded

“Several reasons”

“Like what?”

“Firstly you should give it to someone special” he explained

“You are special, I’ve had a crush on you since I was 10” she snapped

“Secondly you are still drunk; I’m not taking advantage of you while you’re drunk”

“I’ll drink more coffee” she said

“And thirdly, and most importantly, you’re not ready”

“What do you mean? I’m ready, I’m red hot and ready” she shouted and then blushed

He had noticed during their enjoyable fumbling that every time her breast or her minge was exposed she would quickly cover it so he said

“You’re not ready because you’re too shy, you don’t even want me to see you nipples, but you’re ready for me to pop your cherry” he said

“When I make love to you I want you to be completely naked, I want to see every inch of your gorgeous flesh”

“You want me then?” she asked

“Yes I want you” he admitted and she wrapped herself around him and squeezed.

 

He kissed her on the doorstep and watched the red faced, damp drawer-ed beauty all the way to her front door, his only regret was that he didn’t get to shag her.

None of the reasons he gave her for rejecting her advances were true, the only reason he didn’t split her ginger whiskers that night was because during her wriggling and squirming on his lap he did something he hadn’t done for many years, he creamed his pants.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (311) Third Time Lucky

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.

His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.

 

The day started quite normally for a Monday, and had begun with his customary commando style stalking of his gardener, Sharon Lynch, and he finally pounced on her as she was stooped over her wheelbarrow and easily gained access to her bulbous breasts.

Sharon had been gardener to the Monroe family since she left school, first with her father and then on her own since his retirement, she was older than Alex by ten years, and was a divorced rough diamond, but that was his type, embraceable peasantry.

“I thought you’d gone off me” She said as he squeezed her tits and kissed her neck, and she pushed her arse against the growing bulge in his jeans, Sharon turned her head towards him and they kissed, but when he released his grip on her rustic jugs and one hand travelled across her belly towards her thicket, she stopped him before he reached the prize.

“Oh no you don’t, not today”

“Why not?” he asked “I thought you were up for it”

“Well not today” she reiterated and kissed him “I’ve got the painters in”

Sharon then looked at the bulge in his jeans and chuckled as she returned her attention to the wheelbarrow, and he returned crestfallen to his studio.

 

Later that day he was in the kitchen clearing away after lunch when there was knock at the door and when he answered it he found RSPCA Officer Tracey Newton standing there, she was another of his favourite well covered yokel divorcees, but one nearer to his age.

So he took his guest to the lounge to entertain her and looked forward to a lusty afternoon session, and things were progressing very nicely indeed, he had her stripped to the waist, her nipples misshapen and red from his attention, her uniform trousers and knickers were around her knees and he had just got two fingers into her creamy cunny, when disaster struck.

Her radio burst into life, to tell her she had an urgent call to attend to distressed cat.

“Sorry” she said “Duty calls”

So, she quickly dressed and said goodbye, leaving him in distress for the loss of the pussy he so nearly got to enjoy.

 

The one good thing about his two missed opportunities was that his frustration left him in a productive frame of mind, so he returned to his studio and worked well into the evening.

When he returned to the house, he couldn’t face cooking anything, so he decided to go and grab a pie and a pint at the Ruddy Duck.

The pub was quite busy, but he made his way to the bar and was surprised to see Dawn Symonds was serving, they had had a fling a few years earlier, a very physical fling to be precise, but then she got a job in Abbottsford and moved away.

Seeing her again immediately caused his frustrated manhood to stir as a spool of salacious images filled his head.

She was five foot eleven with short brown hair, shorter than when he last saw her, and a much fuller figure, though suitably proportioned.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting top, short black skirt, black tights and knee length boots.

“Hello stranger” she said smiling broadly

“Hi Dawn” he responded

“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming” she said

“Were you expecting me then?”

“Well you were always a regular” she pointed out and gave him a wicked smile hinting at their past.

“It seems I’m the more surprised of us” he said “but it’s good to see you again”

“I’ve only just got back, but I’m only back for a few days, I’m a bridesmaid at Kelly’s wedding” she explained “You remember Kelly of course”

She added and raised an eyebrow, he did indeed remember Kelly, he was shagging her while at the same time he was banging Dawn.

“I do” he admitted, and she nodded her disapproval

“Do you still have the same “usual?”” she asked

“Yes please” he replied unsure if she meant the drink or his sexual preferences, but he added

“The bridesmaid thing doesn’t explain why you’re working the bar” he said

“Kelly’s marrying the landlord” she said as she set a pint of Mornington on the counter in front of him.

“Thanks, and have one yourself”

“I’ll have it later when I can enjoy it, if that’s ok?” she asked

“No problem” still unsure if she meant the drink or sex

But a large group of lads arrived at the bar demanding her attention so he couldn’t pursue that avenue, instead he went to the restaurant and had ham, egg and chips.

 

When he’d had his meal he went back to the bar and arrived just in time to catch Dawn tucked as far away from prying eyes as possible with her hand up her top

“Anything I can help with?” he asked and made her jump

“I have an itch” she said and chuckled

“But I can manage”

“That’s a shame” he said “I’m pretty good at scratching itches”

“Yes, you are as I remember,” she said wistfully as she picked up his glass

“More of the same?”

“Oh yes that sounds perfect” he said

 

The pub got really busy after that, so he finished his pint, and just as Dawn appeared he put the empty glass on the counter.

“Another” she asked

“No I’m heading home, it was nice seeing you again” he said although he was actually thinking it would be nice seeing to her again.

“And you”

“Don’t forget, if you need that itch scratching you can always pop round when you’re finished here”

“You haven’t changed a bit” Dawn retorted and laughed

 

Alex went home and with no real prospect of getting a shag decided the most excitement he was going to get was watching the football highlights, and that’s precisely what he was doing when the doorbell rang, he looked at the clock and thought the doorbell ringing at midnight could only be one of two things, bad news or a sure thing, so he got up hoping it was the latter and the bell continued to ring until he opened it and when he did he found a smiling barmaid filling  the doorframe.

“Somebody order takeaway” she said, holding up a four pint jug of Mornington Ale

“That would be me” he said and took the Mornington from her although that wasn’t one of the jugs, he was interested in.

“Come in and take your coat off” he said

“But feel free to remove anything else” he thought to himself

“Go through to the lounge, I’ll get some glasses” he said

She was standing by the sofa when he walked into the lounge,

“I’ll have mine after” she said, so he put the glasses and the jug on the coffee table, and the moment he straightened up again her mouth was on his, and when their lips touched her tongue was thrust into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which after the frustrating day he’d had was a welcome development and he responded in kind.

As her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was already thinking of the other pleasures she would be imparting, and his hands, which had been on the small of her back, slipped down to her big round buttocks and gave them a squeeze and finding them as firm as he had hoped, his hands lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her snug fitting top to explore its contents.

Once underneath it was only seconds before his hands where climbing her naked back towards her bra and on reaching it he was surprised by the substantial piece of engineering between him and her tits.

She used to wear more delicate items of lingerie with between 1 and 4 hooks, but this had about ten, not that he was counting them; he was just rushing through them as quickly as possible so he could get hold of the contents, which were definitely more sizable than when he last had his mits inside her undergarments.

Dawn’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their assault on his mouth as his hands grappled with her huge tits, and they felt great in his hands, they were real tits with a little bit of sag and not just overinflated silicon footballs, her nipples were larger as well and as stiff as pencil ends.

“Hmmm” she murmured as he played with her stiffened nipples and it temporarily broke her contact with his mouth and she slurped noisily before reengaging.

He released his hold on her great bulbous breasts and moved his hands quickly down to the hem of her skirt and began hoisting it upward exposing her black utilitarian stockinged thighs.

He eagerly reached under the folds of fabric and when he found the waistband he dragged her tights over her buttocks before he repeated the process with her knickers and once they were both residing a few inches above her knees he wasted no time in reacquainting himself with her fanny.

Her neatly trimmed bush was readily accessible, but he couldn’t easily reach her Minge and pay it the attention it deserved, but before he had time to figure out a solution, she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the end of the sofa, which presented him with a great view of her round white arse and more importantly ease of access to her hot gash, which he took immediate advantage of, and slipped his fingers between her treacly lips and the moment his fingers parted her lips she moaned the first of many acquiescing utterances as he frigged her until she was ready  to receive his throbbing cock, hungry for cunny, and after three attempts that day he finally got his balls wet as he plunged deeply into her warm welcoming honeyed hole while he cupped her massive tits.

 

As she lay panting and spent across the end of the sofa he poured himself a glass of beer and looked her over as she lay draped along the back of the sofa, face down with one huge white tit either side of it, her big round naked arse on display, her tights and knickers around her knees.

“That’s one for the wank bank” he thought

 

“That was as good as I remember” he said

“It was” she agreed “But there’s a bit more of me than there used to be” she said smuggling her tits back inside her top

“I’m not complaining” Alex said as he watched her pulling her kickers and tights back up

“This is only a one night thing” She said “I’m married now”

“Well as the night isn’t over I think I’d better take you to bed then” he suggested

“Ok” she acquiesced “I’m yours until breakfast”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (310) Lust in the snow

 

Recent divorcee Russ Gardiner had just finished his shift in the Abbottsford CCTV centre at 2 o’clock, and after a little small talk with some colleagues, he left HQ at quarter past and his first thought was to get home to his bed at the end of a 12 hour shift, but that was before he remembered the empty house he would be going back to, so his mind turned to his brother’s earlier invitation to meet up for a beer, so he dumped his gear in the car and went off to meet his brother Alex for a much-needed beer, which was when he came across Linda.

It was when he was walking past the library, when he spotted a group of about a dozen noisy twenty somethings spilling out of a pub.

Among them were some familiar faces, Linda Williams, and his ex-wife Emily among them, who were sisters.

The group were about fifty yards ahead of him and they didn’t see him and as he was heading to a different part of town to them he didn’t try to close the distance, he didn’t particularly want to see his ex-wife anytime soon, if ever, but he would have liked to see her younger sister Linda again.

Suddenly she broke off from the main group and said something to her party, he couldn’t make out what, but it provoked some laughter, then as she headed towards the art gallery Russ clearly heard her call.

“I’ll catch you up”

Russ was curious to see where she was going as the path, she was on didn’t go anywhere other than the Art Gallery and the small courtyard in front of it.

He was a suspicious man by nature and having worked with the CCTV team for three years he was well aware of what people were capable of when they were in drink and as she’d been drinking she was acting imprudently and impetuously, but he was more concerned than curious in truth.

Because she had a head start on him she was out of sight by the time he set foot on the path, so he stepped up his pace and when he got to the end of the path and entered the courtyard, he was just in time to see Linda disappear behind the shrubbery.

Russ made his way hastily to the place he last saw her and peered through the shrubbery until he could see her, illuminated by the floodlights, as she undid her coat.

It was a cold night, and it was beginning to snow, and he couldn’t help noticing her nipples prodding through the fabric of her top, but what happened next however took him completely by surprise.

With her back flush against the façade she slid down the wall and squatted with her knees at right angles making her look like a skinny Sumo wrestler.

Linda then reached her hand down between her legs and pulled her knickers aside revealing her curly whiskers and then she smiled broadly as she released a jet of piss the like of which he had never seen before and he found it very arousing.

But what made it even more arousing was the distance achieved by the arcing jet and its duration, and when she had finished and she had pushed out every last drop she smiled and let out a long sigh.

She then pushed herself back up to a standing position and sighed again, then Linda adjusted her pants, and walked towards where he was standing as the snow began to fall faster.

“That was very impressive,” Russ said

“Oh” she gasped “You made me jump”

“Sorry”

“Did you see?” She asked blushing

“Yes, I did” he said impressed

“Oh God I’m so embarrassed” she said covering her face

“Don’t be,” he said, “I really liked it”

“Emily always said you really deviant,” Linda said with a giggle

“I know” he said and kissed her

“She never was very adventurous sexually” he added as he pushed her gently backwards against a rather ugly piece of modern art and played with her nipples through the fabric of her top but she pulled her mouth away and said urgently

“Are you sure we should be doing this?”

“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” he asked

“Well yes” she replied “But we can’t do anything here”

“Don’t worry” he reassured her “there is no CCTV coverage here, it’s a blind spot”

“How do you know that?” she asked,
“Because I’m a deviant sex maniac,” he replied
“Oh fare enough” Linda said and kissed him again

He slipped his hand beneath the hem of her skirt and inside her knickers and her whiskers were still wet against the back of his hand as he pulled her knickers aside and probed her gash, which creamed up instantly, she was very responsive.

Soon she was tuned, lubed and ready to go and couldn’t wait, almost the second his fingertips entered her cunny she was trying to extract his cock from his trousers.

Russ stopped fingering her pussy and aided her in the release of his throbbing dick.

“I’ve been waiting to get my hands on this for five years” she said lustily the moment he had it free she gripped it tightly in her finger and pulled it towards her moist lips.

As soon as his tip was wet, he thrust the rest of it into her and she moaned in appreciation.

Linda was wrapped around him like a vine as he banged her against the statue with each ball wetting thrust.

And with each one he put into her she responded vocally and as the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened so did her responses until finally, she screamed,

“Oh Russ” As he emptied his sac into her, and they stayed in that position, her wrapped around him, as she was pinned against the statue, as the snow settled on them, for about a minute panting hard until she said.

“I think I need to pee again now”

“Good, can I watch?” he asked

 

Russ walked her from the courtyard to the end of the path and kissed her goodnight safely in a blind spot and then she tottered off to re-join her group and he waited another five minutes before he emerged and headed the opposite way to find Alex.

But it wasn’t the last time they met in blissful union but the next time they got together was in the comfort of his own bed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (309) It’s the Quiet Ones You Have to Watch

 

On the west side of Downshire is Northchapel, which has always been the Industrial powerhouse of the County and although it doesn’t physically occupy its centre it is the beating heart of the County.

In recent generations its fortunes had suffered greatly but in the 21st century major regeneration of the town was underway.

But some things stood the test of time regardless of changing fortunes and that was the Public Library.

 

The longest serving member of staff was Librarian, Julia Szaraz, who was the very epitome of her kind.

Her dark brown hair was pulled back severely into a bun arrangement, she wore heavy framed spectacles and dressed in various shades of black or grey, normally in a skirt with thick black tights and sensible shoes, and she dressed like that all year round, whatever the weather, the only variety being the addition of a black or grey cardigan, in the depths of winter.

Julia was thirty five years old and had worked at the library since she left school, she was a quiet studious person, very private and didn’t really socialise with the other staff, and she was widely expected to get the Chief Librarian position when it became available, that was however until outsider David Ryce was appointed to the position, and they took an immediate dislike to one another, Julia resented him for taking what she saw as her job, while he thought she was just dour and dowdy.

Despite what she thought David Ryce was supremely qualified for the position and was not afraid of putting the hours in to get the job done, and over the weeks that didn’t go unnoticed by Julia, who was also known to work late.

 

On one Friday night he had been in his office and completely lost track of time and when he realized the lateness of the hour, he promptly shut his computer down and prepared to leave.

As it was late the cleaners had been and gone and they had turned the lights off behind them, so it was quite dark as he walked along the corridor between the book stacks.

As it was getting late he decided to get a takeaway on his way home and was having an internal discussion as to which cuisine to choose as he scanned the menu’s on his phone, and then he was knocked off his feet by a figure in the darkness and finished up prone on the ground and his assailant ended up laying on top of him, using his phone as a torch he shone it in the persons face and was surprised to see it was Julia Szaraz, but not quite as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth and inserted her tongue, quite expertly, and in that instant of insertion he suddenly viewed her in a different light while appreciating the high degree of skill in her tongues application.

He had always viewed Julia as rather plain, and on the skinny side of slim, and her mode of dress was very unappealing.

She was often referred to behind her back by her colleagues as Jules the prude or the virgin Goth, so to find her on top of him and have her initiate a rather pleasing engagement of tongue, and in his opinion she was a damn good kisser, was to say the least out of the norm.

David certainly wasn’t expecting it and nor was he expecting what happen next, which was for her hand to unzip his fly and pull out his semi erect member through the opening.

Although it didn’t stay semi for long, because the moment the beast was free of its confines, she disengaged her mouth from his and went to work on his cock, and the expert way she set about her task he could tell that his was not the first member she'd had her lips around.
“Jules the Prude gives great head” he said to himself before saying out loud

“Oh Miss Szaraz”

As she worked on him, he mused about still waters running deep, or more precisely, running deep throat.

It was at that moment that she stopped suddenly, startled by a noise, real or imagined, and she quickly stood up and he noticed from his prone position that one of her sensible shoes was missing. 

Her absent Brogue had obviously come off her foot when they both fell.

Julia backed into the recess between the shelves and he joined her there, his erection still protruding from his open fly.

As they stood there in close proximity, she didn’t say anything, but her breathing was quick and shallow.

After a minute or so, and satisfied that no one was in the building her lips returned to his and her hand went to his shaft and tugged on it roughly, while he fumbled inside her blouse and unhooked her bra, and once that was achieved his hands quickly moved to her small tits surmounted by stiffened nipples, as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.

As her kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more frantic, he began to hoist up her skirt until he could gain access to her underwear.

He yanked down her thick black tights, which gave little resistance over her narrow hips and boney arse and the satin and lace of her knickers quickly followed suit.

Once both tights and pants were at knee height Julie accommodated him by extracting her unshod foot from the unwanted items.

David then ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and fondled her cheek, she had a nice arse, soft and squeezable but he soon worked his way teasingly to her generous thicket and then slid his fingers in between her juicy lips.

He instantly thought how wrong her colleagues were about her being a dried-up virgin, at that precise moment they were certainly a long way from the truth.

She was still kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose, and although still gripping his tool in one hand Julie used her other one to undo his trouser button and yank down his slacks and bare his arse.

David removed his fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the bookshelf behind her and her narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly in the gap between some dusty tomes, but she kept her thighs together when he had her in position

“Are you going to take me, like you took my job?” she asked

“Without a second thought for my feelings?”

“Yes, to the first one” he said truthfully “Very definitely no to the second”

“That’s good enough” she said and opened up for him and he slid into her and when he entered there was no resistance and the way she received his offering, the way she wrapped herself around him pulling him deeper into her, David knew she had received others before him, so he went at her greedily, and her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and she was growling out contented moans to his rhythmic penetrations.

As he pumped her harder these turned to guttural groans, and as her pleasure heightened they grew to howls, the closer to climax the higher the pitch, onward and onward, frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed, and a moment later he shot into her.

They stayed in their final position for several minutes, panting loudly, with his cock still twitching inside her and her muscles contracting around his shaft and she made several long pleasurable languorous sighs, so he kissed her neck and she hugged him tightly.

 

They redressed quickly in the dark, although he suspected Julie went home with her knickers and tights in her handbag.

“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said

“Oh yes, I think we can” he replied then he walked her to door, and they exchanged a long liquid kiss as they parted.

 

As he completed his journey home, he thought to himself how funny life could be, who would have thought that a plain, dour, and dowdy, skinny young woman could be such a pleasurable fuck.

It just goes to show that it’s the quiet ones you have to watch.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (308) A Yellow Pages Beginning

 

It happened during one special Summer Holiday on Teardrop Lake in 1976 when David Trott was 16 years old and staying at his Aunties Cottage.

The view of the lake from the cottage was spectacular, the lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.

It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point, but it was beautiful and relatively unspoilt, not that David noticed the scenery because that summer he seemed to have a continual hard on, even more than usual, and that was because of his cousins Lisa and Beth Sindall, who were blonde, busty and very sexy.

Lisa was the same age as David and Beth was 18 months older and was more experienced sexually although Lisa wasn’t far behind her, albeit she was still a virgin.

The girls shared a bedroom and Beth had noticed that her sister was a bit short tempered and irritable, she knew it wasn’t her period because that had been the week before.

“What’s the matter with you today?” Beth asked

“Horny” Lisa snapped

“Do a Yellow Pages then” she suggested

“What?”

“Let your fingers do the walking” Beth explained

“I have” Lisa said “Three times”

“Oh dear” Beth said and laughed “You’d better try something from my toy box then”

Her “Toy Box” consisted of an assortment of dildoes and vibrators and as Beth left the room Lisa had already opened the draw where the toy box resided.

Beth smiled as she went down the stairs but then she saw Cousin David coming the other way wearing swimming trunks and she had a thought

“Maybe a toy won’t be necessary”

“Hello David” she said seductively

 “Oh Hhhhello” he stammered

“Lisa was looking for you” she said

“Rrrrreally” he retorted

“Yes, she’s upstairs, in our bedroom” Beth said, and David gulped 

“Go up and see her now” she suggested

“Ohhh kkkay” he stammered and walked past Beth, who then followed on behind

“Go on in” Beth urged when he reached the door “She won’t bite”

So he turned the knob and slowly opened the door and discovered Lisa half naked on her bed and pleasuring her pussy with a pink dildo, a scene which David could not draw his gaze from, so he stood outside the door spying on her through the partly open door and he got a huge erection as he watched.

Lisa discovered that she had an audience when Beth pushed David into the room, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion Lisa just carried on, and the fact that she had an audience just made her hotter.

“God this is so horny” David gasped

“I think David’s going to cum in his pants” Beth said

“Oh no he’s not” Lisa barked “He’s coming in me”

So, she invited David to join her in her bed in a clumsy, sweaty, panting mutual debut.

The sweaty union was oft repeated during that holiday but that was all it was for Lisa, sweaty sex.

It wasn’t until the end of the summer when David and Beth made love for the first of many times.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (307) Strange Bedfellows

 

It was a few minutes after seven when Jack White was handed the key for room 12 at the Lamb and Flag and as the rather gruff receptionist returned to the bar a small figure entered through the street door dripping wet from the heavy rain and stopped dead when she caught sight of him.

“Jack White” she said coldly, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m staying here” he replied

“Oh great” she snapped

 

Neither of them were happy to be there, and the only reason they were was because the heavy rain and the resulting flooding had closed the railway, but more than that they were unhappy because they didn’t like each other.

 

They took consolation in their impromptu meeting and incarceration by overindulging at the bar and with each subsequent drink they found that their companions began to look more attractive and their companionship less onerous, so it was perhaps not surprising that they ended up in her room.

 

It was a funny old life, he thought, as he looked down at Suzy’s naked body as she wriggled like a fish on the riverbank as he fucked her to that perfect point of climax, and when they came together, and she screamed.

 

The next day, although he was physically a spent force, his mind was awash with erotic images of his time with Suzy Ford, or perhaps that should have been the times with Miss Ford.

So, on the way to the station he called into the newsagents and picked up an energy drink to sustain him on the journey home.

Although they walked to the station together he and Suzy were getting separate trains as they lived in opposite directions and once they had bought their tickets they both went their separate ways with just a cheerio, as they had said a proper good bye back at the hotel. 

 

Although the station was open, and trains were running there was a greatly reduced service due to the previous day’s cancellations, which resulted in a rather lengthy wait on the platform.

He noticed Suzy didn’t have to wait long for her train and when she saw him she gave him a wave from her carriage.

 

After what Suzy had put him through, he knew the motion of the train would very quickly lull him off into a coma, and he only lasted about ten minutes before the long blinks set in, which quickly led to sleep.