Choice Tales from the Vale – (319) Suppertime

 

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 but Clarissa was away in Barcelona with her family for her birthday treat and since he saw her last he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind, especially her oral performance on him the day before she left, which had 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.

But when he wasn’t knocking one out he jumped every woman with a pulse who came within striking distance, as he had discovered that although it was still the sight of a mature cuddlesome peasant wench that got his pulses racing, it could be any age or body shape that pulled his trigger.

 

So Alex had broadened his horizons to include his skinny cleaner Gloria Samson and at 9 o’clock the previous day she had walked into his dining room wearing nothing but a tabard, and after he had speared her, and had her laying spread-eagled and spent on the mahogany dining table she said she had been instructed to do a big clean on the St Claire home that afternoon.

 

After feasting on Gloria at the breakfast table he retreated to his  studio which was in the converted summer house and he spent a disproportionate amount of time in it, but since Clarissa had been away his time in there had not been very productive much of the time, but after hearing Glorias News he didn’t bother trying to work at all and just sat on the swing seat on the decking outside, under the shade of the large camellia.

Six days had passed and he hadn’t seen her, so he was pondering the whereabouts of the ginger nubile,

 

The reason he chose to be there not being productive and not in the house not working was because from his position on the swing seat he could see through a large hole in the neighbours fence, most of the patio area and the French doors, and more importantly any signs of life, which of course were non-existent, apart from the occasional glimpses of Gloria as she went about her work.

He sat on the swing seat most of the day, apart from the occasional sortie back to the house for food and drink, but when it got to the early evening and he couldn’t even see Gloria any more he decided to call it a day.

So he walked across the lawn and returned to the house through the French doors which led to the dining room and was just recollecting that mornings erotic breakfast when he spied something which more than hinted towards the fact he was going to enjoy an equally sensual supper.

Because Gloria was sitting on a dining chair, wearing nothing but a dirty grin, with her right leg bent at the knee, with her foot on the seat beside her while her left leg was at right angles to her body and her foot was braced against the stretcher below her.

One small hand was teasing her nipple while the other moved slowly  from her knee down the inside of her thigh until her tiny hand and nimble finger traced along her closed lips before the lips peeled open like a piece of ripe fruit, revealing the soft moist flesh inside, and she  slipped her small digits between her open lips and began working diligently on herself while she looked directly at Alex as he watched her deft fiddling fingers frigging at her fanny.

“I think you are a bit over dressed,” she said and he nodded his agreement and promptly undressed before walking towards her, and when he was within reach Gloria looked at him with a leer before leaning forward and taking his cock in her mouth.

While she worked on him with her mouth her fingers still worked furiously on her minge.

Alex could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him and her eyes widened as she was on the brink of making herself cum, one hand was stroking the blonde hair on the back of her head while the other caressed her bulging cheek and the she closed her eyes and came.

Alex wanted to come in her and not her mouth, so he withdrew his glistening wet knob from her mouth as he looked down, he then took her hand and pulled Gloria to her feet and steered her around so he could sit down on the dining chair and Gloria immediately straddled his lap.

She placed her hands on the back of the chair and half smiling and half biting her lip, she lowered herself towards his purple headed erection.

Alex felt his helmet touching her creamy lips and Gloria’s whole body trembled as her lips enveloped his knob, letting out a low growl as it entered her and he had both hands on her narrow hips as she completely engulfed him, and a moan of self-satisfaction escaped her at the deepest point of penetration as her Cunny slid down to his balls.

His hands had settled on her soft buttocks as she warmed to her task, rising and falling on him, then her eyes were screwed shut as she rose again, to the fullest extent, so only his tip was inside her, but they opened wide as she slid all the way down his shaft.

She kissed him briefly, and then her skinny arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she began to pump on him like a steam hammer.

Panting hard, through gritted teeth she pounded her pussy on him again and again until she jerked to a conclusion and yelled.

“Oh my God” and jerked again as he came too.

“How good was that” she stated smugly and kissed him

“Not bad at all” he agreed

“It was bloody amazing” Gloria said, very satisfied with her performance, and her orgasms.

They remained on the chair in their climactic positions in the afterglow but after about five minutes she climbed off him with a sigh.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (318) At the Breakfast Table

 

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 but Clarissa was away in Barcelona with her family for her birthday treat and since he saw her last he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind, especially her oral performance on him the day before she left, which had 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.

But when he wasn’t knocking one out he jumped every woman with a pulse who came within striking distance, as he had discovered that although it was still the sight of a mature cuddlesome peasant wench that got his pulses racing, it could be any age or body shape that pulled his trigger.

 

He was sitting at the dining table where he had just finished his breakfast and pushed his chair back in preparation to get up, when he heard a sound in the hall, followed shortly by the opening of the door and when he turned to see who it was, he was hoping it was going to be his ginger nubile back from Barcelona, however his initial disappointed was short lived when he saw his cleaner, Gloria, walking towards him wearing nothing but a tabard and a wicked smile.

The day before he had surprised her when he took her from behind over a domed trunk in the hall, but it appeared it was her turn to surprise him.

“Good morning Mr Monroe”

“Hello Gloria, I wasn’t expecting to see you today” he replied as he looked her up and down, 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 “Well Mr Monroe I hope you’ll find it a pleasant surprise” she said

“I’m sure I will” he replied as the stirring beneath his robe continued in earnest, and he rose from the chair.

“Stay sitting while I clear the table” she instructed

The table didn’t require much clearing so it didn’t take her long for her to gather the remnants of his breakfast together but Alex sat back and watched her as she stretched, bent and moved as she scooped up the breakfast things and carried them to the serving hatch and when she returned to the table with a cloth and wiped the table he stood up again as she bent over the table, cloth in hand, wiping up the crumbs from his toast, and stepped behind her and grabbed her arse with both hands.

But Gloria straightened up immediately and said

“Oh no, not from behind this time Mr Monroe, I want to see it coming, please”

“Whatever you say Gloria” he said and un-popped the studs on her  tabard before turning her around to face him and she smiled a thin-lipped smile as he lifted the overall off over her head and cast it aside and then she kissed him.

As she intensified her embrace her skinny arms wrapped around his neck and his hands found her soft little tit surmounted by needle sharp nipples, which were clearly supersensitive because she gave a little snort and winced at his playful touch.

He wriggled free of her arms and her lips, and began kissing his way down her body.

Gloria stood with her buttocks resting on the end of the table with her hands gripping the polished wood as he sank to knees before her.

His lips dallied on her nipples as his hand settled on her narrow hips, but as satisfying as her dark pink morsels were his lips had somewhere else to be, so he kissed down her soft belly until he descended to the dark blonde curls of her bush, and burying his face amongst her pubes, and he could smell her lusty scent and as he knelt before her pussy, he kissed her lips and she murmured in approval so he parted her labia with his tongue and tasted her umami tang.

He found her breakfast feast to be deliciously wet and as he greedily supped from her he thought it was obvious she had either been eagerly awaiting their lusty meeting or more likely she had breakfasted alone before she arrived, either way he thought it wouldn’t take long for him to bring her to climax, and he was right.

When he stood up in front of her she was still sitting on the edge of the table, breathing deeply and biting her lip and as he kissed her hot mouth she swiftly un-tied the belt on his bathrobe and released his cock and gripping it firmly she plugged him into her creamy cunny, and as his balls reached her labia she wrapped her skinny legs around him and hooked her ankles behind his buttocks and her arms locked around his neck as he went at her and fucked her hard, which is after all what she wanted her.

Gloria was no stranger to cock and was moaning delightfully as she received one stroke after another, appreciating every inch, and the noises she made were not what you would have expected from the quiet unassuming cleaner that everybody knew, and as she released her grip from around his neck and lay back on the dining table the tone of her moaning became wonderfully dirty.

Her head rolled from side to side and her back arched, displaying her ribs as she neared the end and the surprisingly satisfying breakfast buffet came to a juddering end as he exploded inside her.

 

When he withdrew from her she was still panting and sighing

“Now that’s what I call breakfast” he said and kissed her belly before he stepped away and he looked at her laying spread-eagled on the mahogany table and added

“I hope you can stay for lunch”

“I wish I could” she sighed

“But I have to do a thorough clean next-door at the St Claire’s”

That was music to his ears, as it meant Clarissa would be back, and soon.

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