Choice Tales from the Vale – (317) Doing the Domestic

 

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.

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready.

 

Over the month or so 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.

 

On her last visit she was unable to compete fully in their usual assortment of slutty scenarios due to what is referred to in sporting circles as “a blood injury” so he made her strip down to her panties before she performed a toe curling blow job on him.

 

Afterward they were cuddled on the sofa beneath a slightly damp fluffy bath sheet enjoying the moment when she told him that her parents were taking her to Barcelona as a birthday treat.

And While Clarissa was away he couldn’t get her out of his mind, especially her oral performance on him, and recalling that left him incredibly horny.

Which was problematic because his usual cuddlesome peasants were not available, Sharon the Gardener now had an apprentice so opportunities to pounce on her ranged from limited to non-existent.

RSPCA Tracy Newton was on holiday in the West Indies, Dawn the barmaid was back in Abbottsford with her husband  and Newsagent Karen was only on the menu once a month and that time had come and gone until the following month, so he was having to satisfy himself, and he hadn’t masturbated as much since he was a teenager.

 

However, a couple of days before she was due to return he was woken by the sound of hoovering and his eyes were suddenly wide open, there was a women in the house, it was his cleaner.

Gloria Samson was not his ideal, but he figured as he was now sporting an erection “any port in a storm” so he was keen to introduce them to each other.

He could hear that she was still hoovering so he knew he had time to quickly jump in the shower.

 

The shower was wonderful, and he felt refreshed and invigorated, so he applied some cologne and threw on his bathrobe and made his way downstairs just as Gloria was exiting the kitchen.

“Hello” he said, and she almost jumped out of her skin

Gloria was very plain looking, with a large aquiline nose, and short blonde hair worn in a pony tail, she was also a very small woman, 5ft,  early thirties, stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, and no hips to speak of so from behind she looked like a boy, very nice legs though and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway, and she was wearing a white T-Shirt, a short blue skirt and flat shoes.

She ticked none of his boxes sexually save for the fact that he was sporting an erection and she was stood in his hallway.

They did have a history of sorts as they had shared a very passionate sherry fuelled kiss the previous Christmas, which she made quite clear by her actions that she would have liked it to have lead somewhere, but he needed to be somewhere else, and that wasn’t in her.

“Oh my, you did give me a start” she said and became flustered when she noticed he was in a bathrobe, to the point that she dropped the rings she was in the process of putting back on her fingers, as she was finished for the day.

“Oh no, oh God I’m so clumsy” she exclaimed and got down on her hands and knees looking for them.

She found her engagement ring in an instant but her wedding ring was nowhere to be seen, and that was because it was under his foot

“It didn’t come this way” he lied “It must have gone in the lounge”

Alex was keen to get her in the lounge as he thought it the best venue for what he had in mind for her, but she didn’t cooperate.

“No I don’t think it did” Gloria said as she looked around the generously proportioned hall.

There weren’t many places it could hide but she looked under the telephone bench and the bureau and checked behind the two Jardinières before declaring

“It must have rolled behind that”

“That” referred to a very large, oak and iron studded Victorian   Domed Steamer trunk that had belonged to one of Alex’s intrepid forebears.

So Gloria rushed over to the trunk, and standing on tiptoe she leant over the trunk and peered down the gap between the trunk and the wall, and Alex was just about to declare himself the hero of the hour and say he’d found the ring, which was now in his hand.
However the result of her positioning across the oaken domed lid presented him with a perfect view of her pale pink pants so he bit his tongue.

She was reaching down into the gap on the other side of the chest with her skinny arm, and each renewed thrust of her arm resulted in a delightful quiver of her tiny buttocks.

if he’d been a gentleman, or he hadn’t been so horny, he could have offered to find the ring for her, or just produce it from his pocket, but it would then have been denied him the lovely view of her pink clad buttocks jiggling before his lascivious eyes.

“It must be in here” she said thrusting her arm about some more
“Can you see anything from where you are?” she asked
“No I can’t see it yet” he replied, when he was actually seeing quite a lot from where he was.

Gloria wriggled forward slightly until her toes were off the floor and  more of her lovely arse became visible and then to his absolute delight, in an effort to prevent herself from overbalancing, her left leg shot out sideways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her cheeks, which cemented his arousal.

Alex could hear Gloria muttering as she wriggled once more on the log and wispy strands of dark curly hair appeared visible against her pale pink panties.

The revised tableaux before him told him three important things, firstly she kept her beaver wild and untamed, which was very sexy to him, second she was a natural blonde, not important in the general scheme of things but generally he did like the collar and cuffs to match and thirdly they had passed the point of no return, so he moved in closer.

“Can you see it yet?” Gloria asked in a muffled tone as she had her face so close to the gap that she had one cheek pressed against the oak and the other against the wall. 

“No not yet” he replied lustfully staring at her crotch, and then she performed another wriggle and there it was, he was staring libidinously at her glistening pink Minge.

“I can see it now” Alex said,
“Oh good, do you think you can reach it?”
“Oh yes Gloria, no problem, I’ll have my hand on it any second”
He said as he prepared his approach so he could slip two fingers straight between her lips before she knew what was happening.

“I’ve got it” he announced as his fingers entered her damp crack
“Oh Mr. Monroe, what…? Mm”
She was only slightly moist when he first fingered her gash but she lathered up very quickly to his ministrations and soon she was awash, however she started to wriggle backwards and at first he thought she wanted him to stop so he hesitated and prepared to withdraw his wet fingers, but to his delight she just wanted to gain some purchase, so her left hand gripped one of the brass handles and her right was now supporting her weight on the top of the trunk and Gloria then began rubbing her pussy against his static fingers.

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

As he continued to stroke her quim, he untied the belt on his bathrobe and tugged on his cock and exposed his purple helmet. 

Using his other hand Alex pushed his thumb inside the elastic of her panties and pulled the fabric aside to fully exposed her hairy cunny, and she moaned as he rubbed his knob along her wet slit and her juice glistened in the sunlight through the window, he repeated this several times and each time her moan grew louder, but he hesitated before penetration, he didn’t want to overstep the mark, partly because of his conscience and partly because he didn’t want to lose a good cleaner, but in the end she took the decision away from him, when she could wait no longer she wriggled back towards him like a fish and slid down his shaft, letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, and her velvet juices immersed his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.

Normally when taking a woman from behind he would reach up and yank her shirt from her waistband, scoop up the front of her bra and grope their ripe fruits, but as she was virtually flat chested he didn’t see any point.

Her moans gave way to more animal sounds as her pleasure grew ever more intense as his rhythm increased until she screamed, and with her body shuddering he shot into her, and with his cock still twitching inside her hot pussy, she relaxed and let out a long languorous sigh.

After a moment or two, he leant forward and kissed her on the neck and as he slowly withdrew his cock from her comfortable cunny, and Gloria sighed again.

As Alex wrapped the robe around him and tied the belt Gloria was still clinging onto the domed trunk, completely spent.

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

He smiled wryly and thought to himself as he stared at the exhausted Gloria and the bejeweled patch around her Minge that she was going to be uncomfortably wet while cleaning the St Claire’s, next door.

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

The extent and depth of her convulsive orgasms had left her unsteady on her feet.

“Are you ok?” he asked

“Oh yes” she said and smiled coyly

Once she regained the full use of her legs she turned away from the trunk and was a little disheveled, but she eventually got herself redressed and relatively tidy although to Alex she definitely had the look of a woman, who had just had a good seeing to.

Gloria suddenly remembered her wedding ring, which she still thought was on the floor, however once on her hands and knees he could see clearly that her knickers were still well up her crack.

“I have your ring” he said and she got up

“Thank you” Gloria said and put the ring on and then straightened her clothes

“Knickers” he said

“What?” she quizzed so Alex put his hand up her skirt and squeezed her little cheek.

“Oh” she said, laughed and then blushed, then in a perfectly executed movement, not unlike a ballet step, involving her leg swinging sideways, both knees bending and the introduction of one hand up her skirt, her pants were reset to their original setting.

“I’d better get to work” she said now she was fully redressed

“Wait a minute,” he said

“What? What?” she said frantically rechecking her clothes

“What have I forgotten?” she said pleadingly

“This” Alex said and planted a kiss on her lips

“Oh” Gloria said, “I’m glad we didn’t forget that”

And then she kissed him back in a long warm liquid kiss and when they broke away, they smiled at each other briefly, then he opened the front door and she emerged into the sunlight.

As she walked to her car he could see she was still a little unsteady on her feet, which for some reason caused his cock to twitch and he thought that if they shared a very passionate sherry fuelled kiss next Christmas and she made it quite clear by her actions that she would  like it to lead somewhere, and he needed to be somewhere it would definitely be in her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (316) The Girl Next Door

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.

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready.

 

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.

 

On her last visit she seemed more reluctant than usual but it was just her frustration at her slow progress, but very soon she was stood braced against the kitchen door, naked to the waist with her knickers around one ankle, her skirts around her waist, biting her lip with eyes closed as she had her first taste of oral sex and he had his first taste of her.

 

But the next day he had been entertaining one of his regular partners who he obliged once a month when the paper bill had to be paid and the Newsagent, 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, and that day she had enthusiastically accepted his donation, and after escorting his slutty Newsagent off the premises, following the consummation of her erotic buffet on the kitchen island, he watched Karen walk to her car and then returned to the kitchen to satisfy a different kind of hunger.

The act of leaving Karen ravished on the marble worktop had left him famished.

So he made himself a sandwich and took a beer from the fridge and went outside and to have his lunch on the patio and when he had drained the last drop of beer from the glass he thought it was time to wash away the morning lust.

 

He had a lovely hot shower although a cold one might have been more appropriate as he was in danger of an imminent erection because his head was so full of dirty thoughts.
Once out of the shower he realized he’d forgotten to grab a towel, so he dabbed his face dry with a hand towel and headed across the landing to get a bath towel from the airing cupboard, which was at the top of the stairs.
Alex took out a large fluffy bath towel off the top shelf and closed the door then he toweled himself down before wrapping it around his middle, and that was when he realized there was someone downstairs.

He decided to go and investigate, he hoped it wasn’t one of his buxom peasants, he wasn’t sure he had the energy.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs he could hear someone knocking on the French window, and there was a faint call of

“Hello!”
When he looked he couldn’t see anyone at first but once he crossed the hall he could see it was Clarissa St Claire who was wearing knee length blue and white striped shorts, and a pale blue loose fitting top, scooped down at the front.

“Hello gorgeous” he said walking into the lounge

“Why have you come round the back?”

“Sorry” she said, “I was out walking and I ended up by the river so as I wanted to see you I thought I’d save myself a walk”

His house was in Waterside Road but he had a back gate that lead onto the River path.

“That’s ok, no need to be sorry” he said “come in”

“Thanks” she said and put her bag down on the chair but never took her eyes off him

“So you wanted to see me?” he said

“Um yes” she replied and blushed, but still had her gaze fixed on him

“So why exactly did you want to see me?” he asked

“Oh, um well” she stammered

“Did you want more of what we did yesterday?” He asked hopefully

“No, worst luck” she replied candidly, and he looked at her quizzically

“I have my period” she said wistfully but inside her head she said

“So, no I’m not here so you can make me come so hard my knees tremble and my fanny farts”

“That’s a shame” he said and became aware for the first time that he was only wearing a towel and that her gaze was fixed on the bulge inside.

“It really is” she said wistfully

He perched on the arm of the chair and her eyes followed him and his action had the effect of accentuating the bulge even more.

“What are you thinking?” he asked

“What?” she said with alarm and looked at his face for the first time, but only briefly

“You’re obviously thinking something, so what is it?”

“Is it getting hard?”

“It is”

“Why is it?” she asked

“Because you keep staring at it” he said

“Is that all?” she asked with surprise

“Well that leads to thoughts” he explained

“Dirty thoughts?”
“No sexy thoughts” he replied “About you”

She looked at him and smiled then she asked
“Will it get harder?” returning her gaze to the site of his semi.

“You could make it harder” Alex said and Clarissa immediately stepped forward with her hand extended

“No” he said “Without touching”

His comments stopped her in her tracks, she knew exactly what he meant, she had to arouse him by other means.

Ever since their first sexual encounter when the  intoxicated nubile entered his lair on her 18th birthday he had been trying help her overcome her shyness, especially in regard to her nakedness, and every subsequent sexual event she had shown a little more of herself.

So Clarissa shuffled the few steps until she was standing in front of Alex just a few feet away, but she didn’t meet his gaze, instead she kept her eyes firmly on the prize, and it was firming up nicely as she kicked off her shoes.

Her next move was to pull her top off over her head and threw it playfully at Alex, but she was blushing crimson as she stood before him and undid her shorts, which she let fall to the floor and kicked them aside after stepping out of them.

His erection was growing as she stood uncomfortably in front of him in matching pale blue lingerie, but Clarissa took a deep breath and reached behind her and unhooked her bra and an even deeper one before she allowed the blue lacy cups to fall away from her breasts and down to the floor, and by then his cock was throbbing.

She shuffled from foot to foot and her lovely little tits jiggled in unison, and she was visibly shaking as her hands prepared to remove her pants.

“No need for that darling” he said and she looked visibly relieved

“Have I done it?” she asked and he nodded, and Alex was just contemplating his next move when she reached forward and jerked the towel open and stood back to give his erection an appraising look, biting her lip as she stared at his cock.

Clarissa flicked her eyes up and made the briefest contact with his, enough to cause her to blush afresh, but not enough to prevent her from returning her gaze to his swollen cock.

Obviously having seen it the temptation was too great so she reached out and grabbed hold of it and for the first time she took her eyes off his cock and looked at his face as she played with him, Alex  closed his eyes as she gently tugged on his swollen member but then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.

Which came as a complete surprise; he hadn’t introduced her to this yet as part of her shyness aversion, she was no stranger to his cock, she had wanked him off plenty of times but she hadn’t used her mouth on him, he hadn’t taught her do that.

Clarissa then flicked her tongue around his helmet in quick feather light licks and then all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth and he could feel her fingers still lightly caressing his shaft and he opened his eyes and looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, and she looked up and smiled wickedly and then she devoured him again with her hot mouth and Alex could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she knelt on the floor and sucked on him.

Clarissa’s fingers tightened their grip on is shaft as her lips were slurping around his cock.

“Oh honey that’s so nice” he gasped and Clarissa mumbled something inaudible.

“It’s a shame she’s on” he thought, he would gladly have taken her cherry there and then, ahead of schedule or not, but it would have to either be a tit wank or, as he was already in her mouth, let her suck him off.

Alex was fast approaching the point of no return and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she had already decided what she wanted to do.

He had one hand on the back of her head; fingers threaded amongst her thick ginger curls while the other caressed her bulging cheek and her fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and were tugging on him furiously.

Clarissa took one final pause for air before his saliva soaked cock slipped comfortably between her lips again and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock and snorting hard through her nose, her mouth joined the busy little fingers in the rhythmic wanking.

Alex was so close and although she was inexperienced Clarissa could sense it and she was going at him like fury,

So close, so close

“Oh Clarissa” he exclaimed, his buttocks clenched tight

Closer, closer

“Clarissa darling” he called and then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot and her eager lips sucked him dry.

“Oh Clarissa” he said and she was still grasping him and sucking and licking at the last of his hot seed, before her lips smacked one last time as her lips released his shaft.

“Was that ok?” She panted and kissed his helmet

“Oh yes darling” he replied and kissed her forehead

 

They were cuddled on the sofa beneath the slightly damp fluffy bath sheet enjoying the moment

“So, was that what you came for?” he asked

“No, not at all” she replied

“It wasn’t?” he exclaimed “so what did bring you here today?”

“No, my parents are taking me to Barcelona as a birthday treat and I wanted to see you before I went” she said and blushed

“Well you certainly got to do that” he said and she hid her face behind the towel.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (315) Gratuity

 

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.

 

Unknown to him she had had a crush on him since she was 10, 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 couple 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, until that day he let the intoxicated nubile into his lair.

 

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.

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready.

 

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.

 

On her last visit she seemed more reluctant than usual but it was just her frustration at her slow progress, but very soon she was stood braced against the kitchen door, naked to the waist with her knickers around one ankle, her skirts around her waist, biting her lip with eyes closed as she had her first taste of oral sex and he had his first taste of her.

 

The next day he spent a very unproductive morning reminiscing about drinking from her velvet cup and getting hornier by the moment.

But then he remembered that the paper bill was due and Karen Askey, who always liked to collect the money in person, was due to pay him a visit that day.

She didn’t offer this service to all her customers, just those who liked to give their gratuities in kind.

He’d been to the cashpoint the day before so he had the means to settle the bill.

Not that it was very likely she would not take one without the other, it was after all the gratuity she came to the house for and he always made sure she came.

Karen was the proprietor of the Village Newsagents and was another of his favourite cuddlesome yokel women, a very merry widow with a lustful eye.

So, with his randy recollection of his encounter with Clarissa filling his head and stirring his loins he was looking forward to making his donation to Karen this time more than ever.

 

He had to wait for two hours before there was a knock on the door and when he opened it he was happy to see it was Karen and she was wearing a full length raincoat.

“Hello Alex”

“Hi Karen, come in I’ve got what you want in the kitchen”

“Lovely” she said and as soon as she stepped into the kitchen she turned to face him and let her raincoat fall to the floor so she was standing there wearing matching black silk underwear, black stockings, high heeled shoes and a lascivious expression.

“Did you say you had something for me?” she asked coyly

It took him completely by surprise and he almost fainted as all the blood rushed to his loins, she didn’t normally play dress up when she called round for the paper money, she normally just played the strumpet, but this was different.

“Yes, where would you like it?” he said as he looked her up and down,

A classy looking strumpet dressed in classy expensive lingerie, was still a tart, but he was happy with what he saw, the camisole hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed her arousal and her camiknickers were both flattering and tempting, while her black stockings were a nice finishing touch, he liked stockings, and then he thought about Clarissa in stockings and he was fully aroused.

Nonetheless his hands sweated and his mouth salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package before him. 

“Anywhere you want me” she replied as she walked towards him on her high heels and moved in close and kissed him slowly and deliberately.

“and anyway” she added between kisses

“Good to know” he said and ran his fingers lightly across the cool silk of her camisole, and caressed gently around her breast, brushing her nipples, stirring them like an autumn breeze and making her suck air through her teeth before kissing him urgently, and his hand made full meaningful contact with her firm round breast and his thumb traced circles around the areola of her aroused teat. 

Karen pressed up against him so close a cigarette paper couldn’t have passed between them and his hand abandoned her breast and joined its partner to fondle her ample silk clad buttocks and Karen fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool and that motion offered up her stocking topped thigh to within easy reach of his hand, a situation he immediately took advantage of, beginning at her knee, he stroked along her thigh to the lace topping and on to the flesh beyond.

They stopped kissing and Karen rested her forehead against his as his hand slipped up her knicker leg and he could feel Karen’s breath on his face.

As his fingers slipped into the creamy wetness between her lips she let out an exclamation and moved her head next to his so he could hear her murmuring and panting as he worked on her and these erotic emanations soon turned to moans as he rubbed her clit, and it wasn’t many moments before she stiffened in his arms as she came loudly in his ear and her arms were locked around his neck as she kissed his ear and chewed roughly on his earlobe before she wetly tongued every contour of his ear. 

Alex grasped a handful of fleshy buttock in each hand and stood up, not an easy task with Karen wrapped around his neck like an anaconda, but the move was made all the more difficult by the added handicap of a rather noteworthy erection trying desperately to break free, but he wasn’t planning on a route march he only needed to stagger three places where he deposited her plump arse on the island.

As her plump cheeks slapped onto the marble worktop she released her vice like grip and looked at him very lustfully and smiled before resting her head on his chest and remained in that position all the while she was extricating his swollen member from his jeans, and when she had completed her task she looked back up at him, her mouth wearing a distinct leer as she grasped his cock firmly.

He could have taken the opportunity to undress her at that point and  she wouldn’t have complained, but he knew that she didn’t want to wait so he put his hand on her cheek and turned her face towards him and kissed her lustful lips as she held on to his manhood as if her life depended on it.

So with the merest of pressure he pulled her legs open and with her open to the fullest, he slipped his thumb up the leg of her panties and pulled the silk to one side and exposed the moist flesh beneath, so when he inched forward her hand guided him in and she moaned loudly as he penetrated her.

Karen gripped his hips with her knees and dug her stiletto heels into his calves as he thrust into her a second and third time and by the fourth, Karen released her grip from about his neck and leant back, resting on her hands as she continued to receive him and she was panting and puffing like a steam engine as he thrust again and again.

Alex was in no hurry to finish her as he wanted to savour every moment of it, but all good things must come to an end and Karen was on the brink of orgasm and exhaustion, so as she had collapsed onto her back he slid both hands up under her camisole and groped at her beautiful tits while he quickened the pace until she screamed out in orgasm and he followed her with a grunt and Karen squirmed and sighed smugly.

“That was a very acceptable gratuity” she said

 

After escorting his slutty Newsagent off the premises, following the consummation of her erotic buffet on the kitchen island, he watched Karen walk to her car and then returned to the kitchen to satisfy a different kind of hunger.

The act of leaving Karen ravished on the marble worktop had left him famished.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (314) Keeping Dry

 

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.

 

But his main source of sexual gratification was still  a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, so he had a pleasant session with his gardener in the potting shed, and when she had gone 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

 

So after lunch he set off for the Cash Point in the village, he was going to walk but he didn’t like the look of the sky so he went in the car instead, and his distrust in the weather was well founded as just as he was getting in the car it started to rain.

It was only a short distance back to his house but he would have gotten soaked if he’d walked it, so he congratulated himself on his good judgement.

As he approached his drive, he caught sight of Clarissa St Claire huddled in a corner beneath the porch, so once he was on the drive he wound the window down and shouted to her

“Are you locked out again?”

“Yes” she snapped

“Well come in the house and get out of the rain” Alex called

“I don’t want you getting soaked out there”

“No you just want me to get wet in there” she retorted

“Don’t be silly, just come inside” he said and left the car and opened the front door, and when he glanced over his shoulder he saw she was jogging across the drive behind him.

“Come on” he said “Its dryer in here”

When she stepped through the door and snapped 

“I would have been alright”

“Are you ok” he asked wondering what the attitude was all about

“Yes” she snapped then added in a calmer tone “a bit damp, but fine”

He took her in the kitchen and flicked the kettle on, and it was at the moment he turned around that he became aware of just how damp she was, the front of her dress was soaked and he could see one plump breast surmounted by a well erect nipple pushing through the wet fabric, Clarissa noticed what had caught his attention and covered it promptly with her cardigan.

“You’re disgusting!” She snapped and turned to face the door

He walked over to where she was standing and stood behind her and said

“I’m sorry, but you’re just so sexy”

 When he was stood directly behind her he put his hands on her shoulders and found her cardigan was soaked.

“Take your cardie off, you’ll catch your death”

She didn’t answer him but moved slightly away from the door and lowered her arms beside her so he could pull the wet garment off her, but the moment it was off she resumed her previous position, and so did he.

Her ginger hair, which normally flowed onto her shoulder, was on that occasion braided, so he pushed the braids to one side and kissed her neck and she took a deep breath.

He continued to apply petal soft kisses on her fair skin as he slowly unzipped her dress, once it was all the way down to its lowest point his hands returned to her shoulders where they pushed the strap of her dress down her arm to the elbow and he applied his kisses to the newly exposed flesh, and then Alex unhooked her bra and repeated the process to push her bra straps down to her elbows, before his hands began to explore the newly exposed naked skin.

Alex ran his hands slowly up her back and he could feel her ribs beneath his fingers and her heart thumping behind them, and as his eager hands traversed her back he tried to slip one hand between her and the door to caress her breast, but Clarissa prevented him and pushed at his hand, but not away, she pushed it down towards her fanny.

So, he obligingly moved his hand across her belly and down to where the itch was that she wanted him to scratch.

He ran his fingers ever lower, below the waistband of her knickers and onward to the source of her heat and rubbed her gently through her clothing eliciting a low appreciative moan.

He continued to rub her gently for several moments and then she pushed herself against him and hoisted her dress up to her waist and

he slipped his hand under the waistband of her knickers, bypassing her substantial ginger thicket and began frigging her juicy pussy once more and before long as her legs began to buckle she let out a stifled scream as she climaxed.

Clarissa turned around to face him, still clutching the dress to her young body as he leant in to kiss her briefly until she pushed him away far enough for her to wriggle her arms free of her dress so that the fabric of her dress and her bra fell away, to expose her perfect breasts, though she still clutched her skirts to her midriff.

Alex smiled and returned his mouth to hers as he fondled both titties and teased and toyed with her swollen peaks before his mouth went on a journey down her neck, shoulders and chest until he found himself kneeling in from of her and her beautiful firm breasts, at which he took turns kissing, licking and sucking.

Clarissa was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering her braids as he sucked her teats, while his own hands were now on her knees, about to travel north, and they slid slowly yet purposely up her thighs and were soon nearing their objective and Alex felt the fabric of her panties beneath his fingertips.

His hands spread out across her firm buttocks, squeezing and kneading them until his fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and grasping the elastic firmly he tugged them off her pert cheeks and down her trembling thighs, releasing them at her knees where gravity took over.

His hands were quickly occupied with her now naked cheeks and he stopped sucking her nipples and instead began kissing her quivering belly, simultaneously she kicked off her shoes and freed one foot from her pants.

Once her knickers had been removed she let her skirts fall enough to cover her modesty but soon Alex was pushing the fabric up again and kissing her thighs and he could instantly smell her lusty odour, which spurred him on, and very soon he was rubbing his face in her ample ginger curls.

Clarissa stood braced against the door biting her lip with eyes closed as she had her first taste of oral sex and he had his first taste of her.

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”