Choice Tales from the Vale – (327) Getting Wet on the Hills

 

The Pepperstock Hills National Park stretches from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracts a variety of visitors.

The Quarry Hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries have been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples, whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk, it was also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where 30 year old Greg Monroe owned and ran the Black Swan Hotel, although he was not a native of Springwater.

Greg was 6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born and raised in the large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.

His parents had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger, who had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

Greg himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times each year.

He loved Willow and the village was very close to his heart and he always felt at peace when he was home.

The downside was that it was situated in the Finchbottom Vale, which nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, but however attractive it might have been, it was featureless in many ways and that was a problem for Greg, and that is perhaps why he was drawn  to the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park.

His love affair with the region began when, as a 12 year old boy, his Scout troop had their Summer Camp at Oxley Ridge.  

Following his first adventurous fortnight he returned to the Park whenever he could and after University he used his degree to get a job working in the Park, and after five years, when he heard the owner of the Black Swan was retiring, he bought him out.

When he took it on it had 30 rooms and was aimed more at the lower end of the market, a hiking boot and Cagoule flophouse, Greg reduced it to 20 en suite rooms, aimed at a more discerning clientele and after three years the Hotel had built up a solid list of regular guests and had a high overall occupancy rate.

 

Jane Broomfield was also born and raised in Willow and had also fallen in love with the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park from an early age, although she was unable to make the move Greg had, her family did not have the financial resources that the Monroe family had, the Bloomfield’s were by no means a poor family, as they had a long established Pharmacy in the village, but she still had to work for a living, so she worked in the shop and  had to content herself with regular long weekends and short breaks.

But that year her father had been very ill so she had to do a lot more hours in the shop while he was recovering, so when she drove up to Springwater at the end of August it was her first visit for 7 months.

The upside was that her Dad was now fully recovered and as she had missed numerous trip to the Park she had more money in the kitty than usual at her disposal so she decided to treat herself to a week at the Black Swan Hotel in Springwater. 

 

It was at the Black Swan where she first met Greg and also where they shared their first mutually satisfying shag.

After their first few sexual exchanges following that momentous occasion when she first felt his huge pulsing cock inside her, she had hoped to repeat the experience several more times in the days that followed, and she was not disappointed.

 

It was the last full day of Janes holiday, as she was heading back to Willow after checkout the next morning, so she and Greg planned to spend it together on one of the trails.

Considering the fact that the two of them both loved the park so much, it was amazing that they had seen precious little of the glorious hills, the lush valleys or the proud peaks since they got together.

Greg had spent a good deal of time appreciating Jane’s glorious hills with their proud peaks and her lush valley, but the only clambering and climbing they had done was onto the bed.

So on their last day together they set off early, straight after breakfast, with a packed lunch, intending to spend most of the day on the hills, bad weather was due later in the day but they expected to be back at the cottage by then.

However, when they sat down on a rocky outcrop and he opened the pack to retrieve their sandwiches he looked at the distant sky, and he didn’t like what he saw, a thick band of dark cloud, and it was coming their way a few hours early.

Jane could see the concern on his face as he poured tea into their cups as they sat on a large flat rock.

“Should we go back?” she asked

“Yes, I’m afraid so, that band of cloud will be with us in a couple of hours” he said confidently

“So, no time for lunch I’m afraid”

“That’s ok, we can eat the sandwiches back at yours” she said brightly, so they finished their drinks and put the cups in the pack and set off down the hill.

They had got up there by a longer more circuitous route, but Greg  decided they should make their way off the hill ahead of storm as quickly as possible, so they went down the shorter route, they had only just got passed halfway when the low cloud settled a thick mist all around them.

They were suitably dressed for the occasion, but their light jackets were getting wet in the mist, so they stopped and put their cagoules on.

They also had stout footwear on so they could traverse the damp stone path quite surefootedly and subsequently made good time, but before the reach the valley floor the rain arrived in earnest, and even in their waterproof jackets they were still getting wet, With the wind swirling the rain around they from every angle, and in that kind of weather water will always find a way in.

“Do you want to stop for a breather?” he asked

“No let’s press on, I want that lunch you promised me” she replied and smiled so he kissed her rain soaked mouth and they marched on.

They were soaked to the skin in places by the time they reached his cottage, socks obviously, the lower half of their shorts and patched under their cags where the water had found a way in.

Greg unlocked the door and said

“Come in, come in”

Once they were both in the porch and the door was shut he advised

“I think we need to get you out of those wet clothes”

“You promised me lunch first” she said indignantly

“Do you want lunch first?” he queried

“No” she replied and not for the first time that day they kissed, then they removed their cags and hung them up.

As Jane was hanging hers he knelt on the floor and unlaced her boot which she kicked off and then he removed her socks, one at a time and when he stood up she knelt and repeated the exercise for him.

They left the boots and socks in the porch and proceeded into the cottage and Glen was last in, and when he had bolted the door he turned around and Jane had her back to him so he slipped off the light jacket she was wearing and she turned her head and looked up at him so he kissed her again as he unbuttoned her plaid shirt.

She breathed in for him as he yanked the shirt tails from her waistband and when it was off he threw it on the floor, they stopped kissing and she just leaned back against him breathing deeply, and as he glanced down he could see her breasts rising and falling as he undid her shorts and with a little wiggle of her hips the shorts fell to the floor and she stepped out of them and turned to face him, and  stood there wearing a pale blue all in one silk and lace body suit, very sexy, and not practical hill walking thermal shorts and vest, much more stylish and Glen thought it deliciously cock throbbing.

What was also arousing was that there were wet splodges scattered haphazardly in various places, where rain had made contact, the larger splodge of all was around the crotch but Glen was pretty confident that had nothing to do with the rain, and Glen smiled. 

Jane, who seemed oblivious to the reason for his smile, stepped forward and undid his shorts and they fell to the floor and she was pleased to see he had gone commando again.

“Take the rest off” she ordered, so he discarded his jacket and shirt and as they hit the floor one of Jane’s hands began to caress his torso while the other took hold of his cock and tugged on it roughly.

“I’m going to miss you” she said

“I’m going to miss you too” Glen said

“I was talking to your cock” Jane said and chuckled, before she leant in towards him and kissed his skin and by the roughness of her tugging he knew it was time, but before he had time to act her mobile rang and she got on her hands and knees rummaging amongst her clothes, and she found it in the pocket of her shorts, she took it out and leant against his chest and answered it.

“Hi mum” she said absentmindedly stroking his dick

“Yes, I’m still in Springwater, I’m driving back tomorrow”

“I’m not sure how long, three hours all being well”

“Ok, thanks mum, see you later, bye”

She disconnected and put the phone on the table

“What now?” she asked

“Come with me and I’ll show you” he said and led her by the hand and took her upstairs to his bedroom where she crawled onto the bed on all fours and he un-popped her gusset, then she pulled the garment over her hips exposing her round buttocks and her bejewelled Minge, so he quickly joined her on the bed and knelt behind her and gripping her hips he plunged into her hot juice, and  slid his huge stiff shaft between her eager lips.

When he went into her up to his balls, breath left her like air escaping through a valve and the harder he pumped the courser the breath, so Glen reached up and yanked her underwear forward, liberating the wondrous inhabitants and once her ripe fruits were revealed he groped them and Jane turned her head and gave him a smile as he cupped her magnificent globes and repeatedly penetrated her cunny.

Jane began emitting low rasping moans in response to his penetrations as he drove on and on until she went rigid and then they came together, Jane letting out an interjection of satisfaction.

“OHHHHH” she exclaimed as his cock pulsed inside her and then they collapsed breathless on the bed

“Can I have lunch now?” she panted

Choice Tales from the Vale – (326) Lifting Clarissa’s Spirits

 

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.

 

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, and many other sexual interludes followed, until the day finally arrived when she got what she wanted.

 

After that he found that all his sexual fantasies were about Clarissa, and why not, she was beautiful, with thick curly ginger hair, 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.

 

After two months of a sustained, nerve tingling, knicker wetting, toe curling, knee trembling, orgasmic sexual relationship, with Alex Monroe, culminating in her surrendering her virginity to him, and them declaring their love for each other, she thought it was time to tell her parents.

She was particular keen to impart the news before she left for University which was imminent.  

However because he was ten years older than Clarissa, and she having only just turned 18, she decided it would be better if she were to break the news about their relationship to her parents, alone.

Suffice is to say Alex was not in agreement and wanted very much to be with her, but she insisted, so he had to concede.

Instead he had to sit at home on his own anxiously waiting to hear from her, and he remained on tenterhooks until a little after 9 o’clock, when he heard 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 Clarissa St Claire slumped against the doorframe with an open bottle of wine in her hand, but not dressed in a summer top and a short skirt like the first time the drunken ginger knocked at his door, this time she was dressed as a grown up, in a dark green dress and black tights.

“Nightcap” she said and before he had chance to decline Clarissa had pushed past him and straight into the lounge, when he reached the room she was swigging from the bottle, so his first course of action was to confiscate the wine and told her she was restricted to coffee.

 

When he returned to the room Clarissa had kicked off her shoes and was sitting on the sofa with her legs up so Alex put the coffee down on the table beside her and he sat on a pouffe opposite her, and he let her talk, and they sat there in his lounge drinking coffee as she gave him a blow by blow account of the conversations she had with her parents, and it had not gone well.

As the conversation proceeded and she elaborated a little further

“They’ve forbidden me to see you” she said, and then stuck her chin out defiantly “but I’m here”

“I even wore this to make me look more grown up” She said and tried to say more but tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.

So, Alex knelt on the floor beside her and offered himself up to comfort her with arms open wide

“I’m sorry” she said gratefully accepting his open arms and burying her tearstained face in his neck, while he made encouraging noises and stroked her back, but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of his expertise, and was new territory for him, he’d never been in a relationship before.

Nonetheless they held that position for some time until Clarissa’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower until they eventually abated, but still she held on to him tightly and then began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast, which had been content to rest easy in his pants all evening, stirred and opened his solitary eye.

 

While still nuzzling his neck, her hands began to caress up and down his back and her nuzzles turned to kisses.

“Now this is in my field of expertise” he thought and reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his.

Her lips were soft, her mouth was hot and her tongue was electric.

Clarissa’s hands began to claw at his shirt dragging it free of his waistband then with great urgency she adjusted her position, so she was seated facing him as her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons. When she had accomplished her task, she almost ripped the shirt off his back, and those trembling hands were then on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.

Alex meanwhile had one hand on the zip of her dress and tugged it down without ceremony while his other hand pulled the dress off her shoulders, reluctantly she released her grip on his torso long enough to allow her dress to fall to her waist, and quickly wriggled her arms free of the sleeves and they returned to their previous task.

Her kissing became more intense as he turned his attention to her bra and released the fastener between the cups and replaced the black lace with his hands, and she snorted though her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipples.  

Alex pushed her backwards onto the sofa and broke his lips away from her mouth and quickly transferred his affections to her pink teats sucking on them like a hungry child as his hand began its trek along the inside of her thigh, only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights between him and the silky skin of her inner thigh.

He loved the feel of the fabric against his palm; it felt warm and welcoming in its density, it was the first time she’d worn tights since he’s known her.

As his hand crept up ever-higher Clarissa’s firm thighs opened and closed in anticipation and she moaned quietly as her buttocks squirmed on the sofa, and her breaths were becoming deep and erratic.

When he reached Shangri-La he could feel the heat from her pussy and as he looked down at her she was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, she was biting her lip and pulling her ginger hair.

Alex returned to her breasts, which were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest, but he stopped sucking on her tits, choosing instead to watch her as he reached the heart of her fire and he fingered her though her tights, the fabric slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her juices oozed through the fabric, and Clarissa wriggled beneath his hand and moaned dirtily, and her hands gripped the edges of the sofa until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.

Alex reached up under her dress and with both hands smartly yanked the tights from her arse and down her thighs, then he went up there again for her pants this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the sofa, so the black lace rolled easily off her buttocks, but as he tugged her exceedingly wet knickers from her crotch they made a sharp ripping sound like a plaster being removed, which  simultaneously made Clarissa gasp and his cock involuntarily twitch.

Alex then pulled them all the way off one leg and holding that leg by the ankle he began kissing her all the way down her leg so he could taste her juicy ginger pussy, but he only got as far as the back of her knee when she panted

“Oh God I’m ready Alex”

He kissed a few more inches beyond her knee.

“Please don’t make me wait,” she begged, so he hurriedly undid his trousers and bared his throbbing dick as she spread her legs wide to receive him, a glorious triangle of ginger hair pointing the way towards the dewy pink lips of her waiting cunny.

He slid his hands down her outer thighs until he had her buttocks in hand and then he thrust his cock into her grateful cunny which was like wearing a warm sheath of liquid velvet, Clarissa let out a low animal growl which excited him greatly and with each successive length he gave her she exhaled a low animal grunt

His hands left her buttocks and moved to her breasts and her legs wrapped around him as the strokes were getting shorter, her moans more urgent, more guttural, more animals until crescendo and Clarissa’s whole body seemed to be in spasm before him as he emptied into her pulsing and twitching.

Alex fell forward and her arms went round him like a sprung trap and she kissed him wetly on the mouth, which he reciprocated.

“I wonder what mummy and daddy would think about this” she said and chuckled

 

Clarissa and gone to his house in open defiance of her parent’s forbiddance to see Alex, what happened on the sofa was purely for her own pleasure, so the evening had ticked both boxes.

She ensured that she would tick them both again when she defiantly

stayed the night.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (325) Bank Holiday Monday

 

The Pepperstock Hills National Park stretches from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracts a variety of visitors.

The Quarry Hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries have been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples, whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk, it was also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where 30 year old Greg Monroe owned and ran the Black Swan Hotel, although he was not a native of Springwater.

Greg was 6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born and raised in the large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.

His parents had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger, who had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

Greg himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times each year.

He loved Willow and the village was very close to his heart and he always felt at peace when he was home.

The downside was that it was situated in the Finchbottom Vale, which nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, but however attractive it might have been, it was featureless in many ways and that was a problem for Greg, and that is perhaps why he was drawn  to the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park.

His love affair with the region began when, as a 12 year old boy, his Scout troop had their Summer Camp at Oxley Ridge.  

Following his first adventurous fortnight he returned to the Park whenever he could and after University he used his degree to get a job working in the Park, and after five years, when he heard the  owner of the Black Swan was retiring, he bought him out.

When he took it on it had 30 rooms and was aimed more at the lower end of the market, a hiking boot and Cagoule flophouse, Greg reduced it to 20 en suite rooms, aimed at a more discerning clientele and after three years the Hotel had built up a solid list of regular guests and had a high overall occupancy rate.

 

Jane Broomfield was also born and raised in Willow and had also fallen in love with the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park from an early age, although she was unable to make the move Greg had, her family did not have the financial resources that the Monroe family had, the Bloomfield’s were by no means a poor family, as they had a long established Pharmacy in the village, but she still had to work for a living, so she worked in the shop and  had to content herself with regular long weekends and short breaks.

But that year her father had been very ill so she had to do a lot more hours in the shop while he was recovering, so when she drove up to Springwater at the end of August it was her first visit for 7 months.

The upside was that her Dad was now fully recovered and as she had missed numerous trip to the Park she had more money in the kitty than usual at her disposal so she decided to treat herself to a week at the Black Swan Hotel in Springwater. 

 

It was at the Black Swan where she first met Greg and also where they shared their first mutually satisfying shag.

After their first few sexual exchanges following that momentous occasion when she first felt his huge pulsing cock inside her, she had hoped to repeat the experience several more times in the days that followed but alas it was not to be, because of the Bank Holiday.

As on that weekend there were considerably more visitors in the National Park than usual so a greater presence by the National Park Rescue Team was required so Greg had volunteered to do two full days, that was of course before he had discovered the delights of Jane Bloomfield’s body, had he known he’d have had other things to do that weekend he would have stood himself down from Rescue duty.

 

But volunteer he did which was why day had begun on Bank Holiday Monday with Jane waking up very early, and very horny, so horny in fact that she needed to service herself beneath the sheets and once more in the shower, all because she had been deprived.

However, the reason for her exceptional horniness was in reality, not because she’d had none, but rather the prospect that she was going to be getting some that day, that was what had got her so hot. 

 

It was a glorious day and very hot, but not as hot as her loins as she approached Greg’s cottage, she was so eager to quench the fire in her knickers that she was an hour early, unfortunately there was no answer to her knocking.

Undeterred she reached over the top of the side gate and opened the latch and swung it open and walked into the little garden, and when she went around the back to the patio, she thought it was a nice little garden, even though it was predominantly laid to paving, with pots and planters of all shapes and sizes dotted around and a low stone wall separating it from his neighbours.

It was simple, functional and low maintenance which was essential when the occupant was either running his Hotel or out with the Rescue Team.

Across the wall however was much nicer than his, but then you get out of it what you put in, and the neighbour’s put a lot in.

They were retired and loved their garden and loved working in it and the result was there for all to see, a delightful English country garden.

But she was not there to smell the flowers, so she picked up one of the many pots and retrieved the spare key and let herself in, and decided as Greg was nowhere to be seen she needed to take matters into her own hands again.

 

When Greg got back to the cottage he entered by the front door and was greeted by a low moaning sound, so he quietly proceeded to investigate, and as soon as he reached the door to the lounge he found the source.

Jane was laying on the sofa with her back to him, half on her side, half on her stomach, and her position created a curve from her hip to her waist reminiscent of the slope of one of the hills he loved so much.

She had one hand cupping her breast, her fingers toying with her stiff nipple, and the other down the front of her pants, as evidenced by Greg’s view up her skirt of the unusual movement in the gusset of her knickers, as her busy fingers went about their purposeful task.

Her jet-black hair was tied back to reveal her neck and shoulders but her face was buried in a cushion so he walked up behind her and said

“You started without me again” he said and kissed her neck, so she turned and looked over her shoulder.

“Thank God you’re here” she gasped through gritted teeth

“Do you want some help?” he asked, and he gave her a long-wet kiss

“Yes, yes, oh God yes” she snapped and then he kissed her again

Longer and more passionate this time and she was responding in kind, and he slipped his hand beneath hers and cupped her tittie, and this action was initially welcomed with acquiescence, but she suddenly went rigid in response to the sound of children’s laughter.

“No, stop” she said and pushed his hand away “what’s that?”

He looked out through the French Windows and beyond the low wall at the girls splashing around in a paddling pool

“It’s the neighbours grandchildren” he explained and cupped her tit again “They can’t see us from there”

“Are you sure?” she asked as he toyed with her stiff nipple

“Positive” he replied, and they kissed again.

But she was still doubtful and rolled fully onto her stomach denying him access to her proud peak, so his unwanted hand journeyed onto her buttocks, he could still clearly see the contours of her fingers in her knickers and his hand followed the curve of her buttock to the top of her thigh as his fingers sought to join hers.

But her buttocks clenched, and her thighs closed before he could proceed and she lifted her head and asked again

“Are you sure?”

“Yes” he assured her and she relaxed again and he proceeded into her pants through her knicker leg and straight to juicy pussy and as soon as his fingers slipped into her creamy gash, she withdrew hers and then she lifted herself up onto her elbows and moaned softy and put her saucy fingers in her mouth and suck off every spec of juice from them, then she looked over her shoulder and said

“We should go upstairs”

“After I’ve had you here” he replied and she collapsed onto the sofa again and then began moaning louder as he continued to frig her, and as she was pretty well along the path before he got there, it wasn’t long before he brought her to climax, as she approached she grabbed a cushion and clamped it over her mouth and then she came, then her head lifted and she gasped.

“Oh Greg, I want you now”

“Good” he said, “because I want you, but only if you really want me too”

“Do it, do it now,” she urged so he released the eager beast from his shorts, before he adjusted her position and opened her up wide then he pulled the sodden gusset of her knickers aside with his thumb to reveal her pink moist pussy, before he guided his cock to its juicy destination.
“Oh that feels so good” Jane said, raising her head as he penetrated her “So good and so dirty”
Then her face was buried in the cushions to stifled her moans as he repeatedly skewered her with deep penetrating entries of her syrupy quim.
As he shortened his stroke and increased the tempo the sofa moved slightly and then Jane screamed a loud muffled scream into the upholstery and a second later he erupted inside her.

He withdrew his sticky shaft and she pushed herself up onto her elbows and she looked at him over her shoulder as he looked at the crotch of her sodden knickers which were still tucked aside with one side of her pants settled up the crease of her arse and her curly black pubes were clearly visible below her pink oozing pussy.
“That was so good” she purred “and so bad”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (324) The Schoolgirl Reprise

 

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, and many other sexual interludes followed, until the day finally arrived.

 

Two days before the planned deflowering of Clarissa St Claire, she and Alex Monroe shared a bath in his en suite bathroom in between two particularly sensual interludes.

There had been many such sexual adventures over the six weeks since the drunken ginger nubile almost fell through the front door of his house and he began the sullying process, each episode designed to overcome her shyness, which would lead ultimately to her surrendering her virginity to him and it was prior to the long soak in the bath when the day was chosen, the day after Presentation Day.

But during the bath a more specific conversation took place

“Do you have to wear your uniform at the presentation day?” he asked

“Oh no, it’s very casual”

“Do you still have yours though?”

“Oh yes its hanging in my wardrobe” Clarissa replied

“Does it still fit you?”

“Yes” she replied suspiciously

“Good” he said “I want you to wear your school uniform”

“You want me to wear my uniform?”

“Yes”

“When?” she asked

“When do you think?”

“You mean when we....?”

“No not then” Alex said “You know the rule”

“Yes, if I want to do it, I know I have to be naked when you take my cherry”

“I want to undress you when you are dressed in your expensive Carrington Chase uniform”

“You perve” Clarissa said and laughed

“Really? I’m a perve?” Alex said aghast “You just let me finger you to climax, when your parents, siblings and grandparents were only a few yards away”

“I know, My God that was so dirty... And so deliciously good” she admitted and chuckled

“You were deliciously dirty” he said and took hold of her hand

“Ok I’ll bring the uniform” she conceded

“No, you have to wear it to the house” he insisted

“But I can’t just walk out the house wearing my school uniform” she said suddenly “someone will notice, my parents will notice, and what do I tell them when they ask why I’m dressed as a schoolgirl”

“You could tell them it’s for your pervy neighbour who is going to take your cherry” he said “or better still leave the house before they get up”

“I’d need to leave the house at 7 o’clock” she said despondently

“Good, the more time with you the better” he said

“Oh ok” she said coyly and he kissed the top of her head

“Will we do it more than once then?” she asked with a quiver in her voice

“Will you sully me more than once?”

“Definitely”

“Oh goody” she exclaimed and giggled

“And you could stay the night if you wanted” he suggested

“Really?”

“Yes, and then I could sully you again before breakfast” Alex mused

“Oooh that sounds lovely” she said

“And again, before lunch?” She added hopefully

“Don’t you think that’s a bit greedy?”

“Well if you don’t ask, you don’t get” she pointed out

“Anyway, you don’t even know if you’re going to like it or not yet, you might hate it the first time and not want to do it again” Alex said

“I’ve enjoyed all the other dirty things you’ve done to me” she said and blushed scarlet when she realised, she had said it out loud

“I’m glad you liked it” he said and kissed her neck “I certainly did”

 

Well Clarissa did stay overnight, and was sullied before breakfast and again before lunch, but she didn’t just stay the one night, she stayed for four, she only packed a change of clothes for one night, not that that in itself was a problem, she didn’t wear many clothes and when she did she didn’t keep them on for long.

The expensive Carrington Chase School uniform saw action more than once while she was there although by her last day and their final union before she returned home, there was very little left that was still fit to wear after all the secretions and ejaculations it had endured, which was why she walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but her straw boater, pale blue knee socks and her school tie around her neck hanging between her gorgeous breasts.

Alex was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar and said

“Hello, the sexy schoolgirl is back”

Clarissa said nothing, she just sidled between him and the breakfast bar like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat, and then started to rub her naked arse against his arousal.

“So, you want to play do you?”

She didn’t answer him but let out a long steady exhale through her nose and then leant forward over the counter and pushed again against the lump in his trousers.

Due to the discomfort of his growing arousal he repositioned himself until he was almost standing and began caressing her beautiful buttocks as she continued to rub against his cock and then she managed to get a cheek either side of it so the lump was rubbing up and down her bum crack.

She was bent over the breakfast bar with her full weight on her palms, and he was very hard so he undid his trousers, before he inserted a digit between her sticky lips, liken to checking the oil level on an engine and Clarissa let out a low appreciative moan and when he withdrew his finger it came out wet.

He could quite easily have nailed her where she stood, and they would both have been more than satisfied but instead he sat back on the stool with his cock stiffly on parade

“Come on then Clarissa if you want to play” he commanded and she looked over her shoulder and as she still had her hands on the breakfast bar she shuffled backwards and lowered her wet ginger pussy hesitantly until she had squatted on his shaft moaning loudly and rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down and making wonderfully dirty sounds as she did so, despite her relative lack of skill as a lover, and given the unorthodox position, perhaps inevitably Clarissa lost the rhythm so Alex had to take control, so with his balls fit to burst, he used one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push himself up from the stool and then he stood up with his cock still deep inside her and with five or six lengths he finished her over the breakfast bar.

Clarissa sighed as he withdrew and she was still laying bent over the bar sighing with her bare arse and bejewelled fanny on full display when he had redressed, so he bent down and kissed one glorious cheek and caressed the other and said

“Come on lovely girl, time to get some clothes on your lovely bod”

“Don’t want to” she retorted

“And get this inside some clean knickers” he added and ran his finger along her slippery slit and she made a self satisfied purr

“I haven’t got any left” she said and giggled and made her buttocks jiggle

“You’ll have to buy some more when you go shopping with your mum this afternoon” he said

Clarissa slithered off the breakfast bar, turned around and hugged him.

“Should I tell her that I need to stock up because you keep getting my knickers wet?”

“Technically you get them wet” he said “I just get you wet”

“That will make her feel much better about it” she said and laughed

“Perhaps not, it certainly won’t help my case when we tell her we’re a couple” Alex said and then they kissed.

 

Clarissa managed to find a fairly clean pair of pants, good enough to get her next door any way, and the remainder of soiled items went with her in her sports bag.

She left the uniform at Alex’s house, apart from the knee socks and her blouse, as it was in severe need of a dry clean.

It would remain in his wardrobe after that and would feature regularly in their sex life.

 

The image of Clarissa walking into the kitchen, wearing nothing but her straw boater, pale blue knee socks and her school tie around her neck hanging between her gorgeous breasts down to her glorious ginger bush, would remain with him forever and feature heavily in his wank bank.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (323) Voyeur’s

The Pepperstock Hills National Park stretches from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracts a variety of visitors.

The Quarry Hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries have been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples, whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk, it was also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where 30 year old Greg Monroe owned and ran the Black Swan Hotel, although he was not a native of Springwater.

Greg was 6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born and raised in the large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.

His parents had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger, who had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

Greg himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times each year.

He loved Willow and the village was very close to his heart and he always felt at peace when he was home.

The downside was that it was situated in the Finchbottom Vale, which nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, but however attractive it might have been, it was featureless in many ways and that was a problem for Greg, and that is perhaps why he was drawn  to the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park.

His love affair with the region began when, as a 12 year old boy, his Scout troop had their Summer Camp at Oxley Ridge.  

Following his first adventurous fortnight he returned to the Park whenever he could and after University he used his degree to get a job working in the Park, and after five years, when he heard the  owner of the Black Swan was retiring, he bought him out.

When he took it on it had 30 rooms and was aimed more at the lower end of the market, a hiking boot and Cagoule flophouse, Greg reduced it to 20 en suite rooms, aimed at a more discerning clientele and after three years the Hotel had built up a solid list of regular guests and had a high overall occupancy rate.

 

Jane Broomfield was also born and raised in Willow and had also fallen in love with the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park from an early age, although she was unable to make the move Greg had, her family did not have the financial resources that the Monroe family had, the Bloomfield’s were by no means a poor family, as they had a long established Pharmacy in the village, but she still had to work for a living, so she worked in the shop and  had to content herself with regular long weekends and short breaks.

But that year her father had been very ill so she had to do a lot more hours in the shop while he was recovering, so when she drove up to Springwater at the end of August it was her first visit for 7 months.

The upside was that her Dad was now fully recovered and as she had missed numerous trip to the Park she had more money in the kitty than usual at her disposal so she decided to treat herself to a week at the Black Swan Hotel in Springwater. 

However she had a nightmare of a journey due to a 6 car RTC on the Expressway, so she phoned ahead to notify the Hotel as she would be arriving well after the check in time, as she didn’t want to start her holiday by sleeping in the car, fortunately the woman she spoke to said they would arrange someone to be there to check her in. 

 

The person waiting at the Black Swan to check her in was Greg, who was on call for the National Park Rescue Team anyway, which was why he was dressed for the hills, and it was 10.45 when he saw headlights through the window so he walked to the door.

As he looked out he saw the headlights go out and a figure exit the car, it was too dark to see her in detail but he could tell by the way they moved that it was a woman, it was only after they recovered their luggage from the boot and walked towards the Hotel, and she was under the lights that he could see her in more detail, 5ft 8, dark hair, slim figure, skinny legs and disproportionally large breasts.

When he opened the door to let her in, he noticed her hair was actually black.

She was attractive rather than pretty, with pale blue eyes, and her face was expressionless, tiredness from the journey he assumed.  

“Miss Bloomfield?” he asked

“Yes, sorry I’m late, bad journey” she replied

“No problem, let’s get you booked in”

So he went to the desk and tapped the keyboard

“I understand you are from Willow” he said

“Yes”

“Me too”

“Oh really” she replied flatly, too tired for small talk

“Ok, that’s all done” he said and handed her a key card “You’re in Room 12, breakfast is between 6.30 and 9”

“Thank you”

“Can I help with your bags” he asked

“No, no, you have more important things to be doing” she replied having noticed the National Park Rescue Team badge on his jacket.

“I’ll say good night then” he said

 

Jane made her way up to room 12, and she was so exhausted that when she had stepped through the door she dropped her bags, undressed and got straight into bed, and she was asleep in seconds.

The next morning, she was up bright and early, unpacked her bags, showered and was downstairs eating breakfast by 7.30.

After breakfast she made a brief stop in reception to report a faulty showerhead and then with her sketch pad and water colours in her backpack she set off to explore.

It was about three hours later when she was passing the Bluebird Cafe and she noticed the man from the National Park Rescue Team sitting outside drinking a coffee, he was dressed differently, in a check shirt and blue shorts, but she was sure it was the same guy.

She felt a little guilty about being a bit short with him the night before, and after he had put himself out to accommodate her, so she decided she would kill two birds with one stone, by apologizing to him and getting a much needed coffee. 

“Hello” she said

“Ah Miss Bloomfield, hello” he responded “Please join me”

“Thank you I will, but please call me Jane, I’m sorry I don’t know your name”

“Its Greg” he replied and gestured to the waitress, who approached the table “Would you like tea or coffee?”

“A Macchiato please” she replied

“And the same again for me please Shannon”

“Ok Mr Monroe” she said and took his empty cup away

“I must apologize for my behaviour last night” Jane said “You must have thought me very rude”

“Nonsense” he said “you were clearly very tired, and for good reason”

“Nonetheless I am sorry” she said and he nodded

Just then Shannon returned with the coffees, then after she had gone Jane added

“You were saying that you were also from Willow”

“Yes, born and bred” he said “Waterside Road”

“Oh the posh side” Jane said scornfully “We live in the high street”

“Wait a minute “Bloomfield” the Pharmacy” Greg exclaimed

“That’s us, and I still work in the shop” she said “this is my escape, it’s my perfect place, I love to walk and sketch and paint”

“Oh, you paint?” he said “are you any good?”

“I’m ok”

“I’d love to see” he said

“I don’t know you well enough for that” she said

“I understand, my brother is an artist, he illustrates children’s books, and he never lets us see anything until it’s in print”

“So, what made you leave the posh quarter of Dulcet on Willow?” she asked

“Well I fell in love with the Park when I came here with the Scouts” Greg confessed “and I’m in love still, with the Glorious Hills”

Unfortunately, at the moment he said “Glorious Hills” he was looking at her breasts, but looked away almost immediately.

Jane noticed him looking, but said nothing, he was not the first and would not be the last, her breasts had been an unwelcome burden to her since she was 14.

They weren’t huge breasts, but they were huge enough, but it was the fact that she had a very slender frame that her breast attracted so much attention.

So, she kept quiet because she didn’t want to make a scene, and she was enjoying the coffee too much, and to his credit he had looked away as soon as he realised where his eyes had rested.

They spent a pleasant half an hour sitting outside the Bluebird chatting about their shared love of both Willow and the Pepperstock Hills,  however there was one other thing they had in common and that was the their indifference to each other, they both thought the other were both pleasant and attractive in equal measure and good company, there was just no attraction, each saw the other as good friend material but nothing more.

 

When they parted company and had gone their separate ways, her back to the Hotel and she assumed he went to the Rescue Station, what she didn’t know when she left was that he was the owner of the Hotel, she thought he was just helping out because she was late arriving.

He hadn’t told her because he had no reason to believe she didn’t know what he was.

 

Greg and Jane spent a pleasant half an hour sitting outside the Bluebird chatting about their shared love of both Willow and the Pepperstock Hills,  however there was one other thing they had in common and that was the their indifference to each other, they both thought the other were both pleasant and attractive in equal measure and good company, there was just no attraction, each saw the other as good friend material but nothing more.

 

When they parted company and had gone their separate ways, her back to the Hotel and she assumed he went to the Rescue Station, what she didn’t know when she left was that he was the owner of the Hotel, she thought he was just helping out because she was late arriving.

He hadn’t told her because he had no reason to believe she didn’t know what he was.

The following day was a complete wash out and it rained all day and into the early hours of the next, so Jane was forced to spend the day sketching in the confines of her room, apart from the two hours when she had to vacate the room for housekeeping from 10am to 12 when she went out for a drive and when she went out for meals.

 

The rains came at the end of a long dry spell and its ferocity dislodged all the moss from the roof which promptly clogged the gutter outside Greg’s office so his first job of the day found him standing on a step ladder with a bucket in one hand and a trowel in the other, unfortunately as he reached the top and was about to start shovelling the muck into the bucket the steps wobbled, and in order to avoid falling he dropped the trowel and reached out for a hand hold, and grabbed the gutter, but the bracket snapped and the gutter came away from the wall emptying its contents on him soaking him from the chest down.

“Oh bollocks” he yelled and scurried down to terra firma muttering all the way, then he dropped the bucket by the steps and went back into his office, fortunately he didn’t need to go through reception as his office door opened out onto the small patio where he had been working.

“I don’t believe I did that” he said angrily, although the anger was directed at himself

His polo shirt, shorts and socks were all soaked so he had to change his clothes.

Fortunately, he always kept a change of clothes in his office, so he started with his socks, followed by his shorts and then his pants.

 

Jane was thrilled when she woke up to blue skies and quickly got up and showered, she was a little cross that they still hadn’t fixed her showerhead but she coped and was downstairs eating breakfast by 7.30.

After breakfast she stopped at reception to report the faulty showerhead again but there was no one there so she decided to try in the office.

 

Greg had removed his socks, shorts and pants and was struggling to pull the sopping wet polo shirt off over his head when the office door opened.

 

“Hello!” Jane called as she turned the doorknob and pushed it open, and when she looked in she exclaimed

“Oh my God!”

When she saw a trouserless man standing in front of her with a huge cock, she didn’t know who’s cock it was as the man had his face covered but in all honesty she didn’t look very hard as she was more interested in his huge dong, it wasn’t porn film huge and it was admittedly flaccid but nonetheless it was an impressive piece of meat, and although she was no virgin, she didn’t have an excessively large number of male members to compare it too, it was certainly the largest specimen she had ever seen, and she could only imagine it aroused, which was arousing her, so she reluctantly closed the door and left.

 

Glen knew someone was there but didn’t know who, he had a polo over his head which meant he couldn’t see and it also served to muffle his hearing, and when he finally extricated his head from his shirt there was no one there and the door was shut.

“This day just keeps getting better and better” he said

Someone had been there, and he had no idea who the person was that he’d exposed his junk to, or whether it was a member of staff or a guest.

He opened the top draw of his filing cabinet and took out his spare shirt and shorts, unfortunately he had no spare pants so he would have to go commando until he could go home and change at lunchtime.

 

After leaving the Hotel         Jane headed out of Springwater and into the surrounding hills with the intention of resuming her artistic endeavours, the problem was she couldn’t get the image of the huge swinging dick out of her head and it was making her exceptionally horny.

She found a suitable spot and tried to distract herself with some sketching, however after half an hour all she’d managed to draw was a rather life like representation of a large cock.

 

Once Greg had redressed, he tentatively opened the office door but found that there was no sign of any hysterical women, so he thought he had better get back to work, the guttering needed to be repaired but he thought it better if he got a professional in, so after making a call to a local firm he went out to reception and checked on the computer for any outstanding jobs, and he noted that a faulty shower head had been reported in room 12.

 

Jane Bloomfield was not by nature a sexual being, she had had a number of boyfriends over the years but none of them turned out to be keepers in the end. 

Working at the pharmacy kept her busy, her art occupied her leisure time, and she enjoyed her own company, especially when she was in the Pepperstock Hills.

Nonetheless every now and then she gets an itch that needs to be scratched, and when she had a fella in tow she would get him to scratch it, however the rest of the time she would have to do her own scratching, and she was very good at it.

But that morning as she sat on a rocky outcrop, she had an unbelievable itch which she was desperate to scratch, but there was a problem.

Because of the torrential rain of the previous day, which kept all but the most hardened folk indoors, the blue skies had bought everyone out on the Hills, which meant  that everywhere she looked there were walkers, so there was no solitude where she could let her fingers do the walking, So there was no alternative but for her to hurry back to the Hotel and give herself a cheeky finger.

 

Greg grabbed his tool box in preparation of going upstairs to Room 12 and as he walked along he found being commando was strangely liberating with his huge cock hanging down the leg of his shorts rather than being tightly confined in his pants.

When he reached the room he let himself in with his master key card, he walked into the room, past the bed, which was littered with items of clothing including underwear, and into the “L” shaped bathroom, past the toilet, and the sink and into the shower cubicle, which was tucked in the corner of the “L”, and he immediately began dismantling the showerhead.

 

Guests at the Black Swan were required to vacate the room for housekeeping at 10am until 12, and Jane arrived back just before half past 10, and she was not only the horniest she could ever remember but she was also desperate for a piss.

Once in the room she went straight into the bathroom lowered her shorts and knickers and even before her cheeks hit the seat, she released a jet of piss. 

 

Guests at the Black Swan were required to vacate the room for housekeeping at 10am until 12, and Jane arrived back just before half past 10, and she was not only the horniest she could ever remember but she was also desperate for a piss.

Once in the room she went straight into the bathroom lowered her shorts and knickers and even before her cheeks hit the seat, she released a jet of piss. 

 

Greg could hear someone peeing, a prolonged spurt, which he found strangely arousing, and he was curious to see who it was, he assumed it was one of the housemaids, but he didn’t want to alert them to his presence, he just knew that he would like to see them piss as well as hear it, so he quietly moved so he could look through a gap in the cubicle door, and he was surprised to see it was not a housemaid but a guest.

He saw Jane Bloomfield sitting on the toilet, shorts and knickers around her knees and her thick black bush was clearly visible, as she squeezed out the last drops of piss, and then she did something surprising, she hoisted her T-shirt up above her breasts, unhooked her bra, and began toying with her nipple with one hand while the other one went between her thighs, and not to wipe her whiskers, so the beast in his shorts was very wide awake.

 

Jane’s mega piss had done nothing to alleviate her horniness, which was why she abandoned her plan to flick herself off on the bed and began fingering herself on the toilet.

“Jeeezus” she exclaimed as her digits frigged between her juicy lips “Oh that’s so good”

 

Greg should have done the gentlemanly thing and made his presence known but he was really enjoying the show and he would have continued to do so had he not dropped the showerhead.

“What the f....” she yelled and pulled her shirt down over her tits and closed her thighs 

“Sorry, sorry” he said “I was just fixing the shower, I wasn’t expecting you to be here”

Jane was looking the other way, mortified and crimson with embarrassment, but was still as horny as hell, and if anything the thought that he had been watching her masturbating turned her on even more.

Greg was also turned on which was evidenced by the huge swelling in his shorts, but he also felt desperately guilty, even though it wasn’t his fault, but he should have said something earlier, but equally he was glad he had not. 

However, he took a towel off the rail and lay it across her lap

“I can’t apologize enough” he said, and Jane turned to look at him for the first time, but as she was seated and he was standing, the first thing she saw was the aroused cock in his shorts and she gasped, as she now knew who the mystery meat belonged to.

So Jane allowed the towel to fall off her lap and as he bent down to pick it up she opened her thighs and lifted her t-shirt so her glorious black bush was on full display, and Greg took this as an invitation and thought it would be churlish to decline it, so he knelt beside her, and firstly pulled her shorts and knickers from her knees down to her ankles and extricated a booted foot from the tangled clothes, he could then open her up to her fullest extent and with one hand settled on her thigh the other sought out her minge, and her whiskers were still wet from her magnificent piss, but were dry in comparison to her pussy, which was awash, and her response to his touch was instant and acquiescently vocal, though she never spoke.

As he worked on her she was resting her head against his, eyes closed, mouth open emitting long low moans,

While his hand worked purposefully between her thighs, one of hers had settled on his impressive erection and stroked his cock through his shorts.

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

He worked on her harder and she growled, and those growls intensified with every stroke until the moment when he brought her to the abyss, and she came.

She sat back and licked her lips as she stared wide eyed at the cock she was stroking and its impressive contour in his shorts, but she still didn’t speak, instead she stood up, tried to quickly kick the tangled clothing free of her ankle, but abandoned her efforts and instead ran ungracefully and crawled onto the bed, and sat back on her haunches and pulled her T-shirt off over her head and threw it aside and her bra followed in quick succession, then she looked over her shoulder with desperate inviting eyes.

He looked at her, naked but for hiking boots, socks and a tangle of clothing around one ankle, and thought about that day at the café when he thought there could never be anything between them but friendship, because she was not his type

“What price friendship now” he thought to himself as he stepped towards the bed.

As he pulled his shirt off over his head she was still watching silently, then he kicked off his shoes before he unbuttoned his shorts.

“Oh my God” she exclaimed wide eyed as the flaccid phallus she had seen that morning now appeared fully erect, so she leant forward until she was on all fours and displayed her moist pink gash for him.

Greg kicked his shorts away from his feet and joined her on the bed, positioning himself behind her with his hands on her narrow hips, and she was watching him in the mirror, biting her lip, and when she saw the purple knob was at the threshold she went down on her elbows and pushed her hips backwards, and as she did so she slid her tight hot pussy over his bell end and moaned softly.

Jane then eased forward and watched his knob reappear glistening with her grease, which excited her beyond measure so she pushed  her hips backwards again, but this time she slid her cunny all the way along his shaft, moaning loudly all the way, then she went again.

Greg just held onto her hips as with each penetration she extracted from him, her liquid lips slid from his swollen tip to the throbbing root of his cock and greased his balls, and he stared at her in the mirror and she stared back with a look of immense concentration, as she was watching his reflection intently as she performed her dance.

But when her head flopped forward he reached forward and cupped her hanging breasts and knew he had to take her across the finish line, but still they watched their performance in the mirror, as he took control, and her back was arched and her head thrashing back and forth, swishing her jet black hair like a whirling dervish, then all of a sudden there was a knock on the door, and the door knob turned, fortunately Jane had locked it when she returned to the room, so she could masturbate without being disturbed, she didn’t know then that she was locking herself in with a well hung voyeur,

When the door didn’t open the potential intruder knocked again,

“Housekeeping!” the maid called

“Don’t stop” Jane yelled in a panting cry “for God’s sake don’t stop”

At that moment the maid became aware of what was happening behind the locked door.

“Um I’ll come back later” she said

Jane was not to be deterred by a domestique and was becoming more and more vociferous as they neared the precipice.

Greg had abandoned her magnificent tits and was firmly gripping her hips, holding on like a jockey trying to hold back a galloping horse but Jane kept racing on and on until she threw back her head and screamed as they came together exploding in utter ecstasy and then dripping with sweat and panting like beasts they collapsed sideways still joined together, and fell asleep.  

 

They slept for about an hour and when they awoke, they were still in much the same position though no longer joined.

As they lay on her untidy bed, littered with articles of her clothing, she apologized for spying on him in his office, he apologized to her for watching her fingering herself, but after the apologies and the acceptance’s neither of them wanted to make the first move, but eventually Jane said

“Well we could have had a shower if you’d actually fixed it rather than watching me” she said and laughed

 

So he got up and fixed the shower head and Jane set about tidying away all her discarded clothes from the bed, this took much longer than it should have as she kept stopping to stare wistfully at his huge cock, when both tasks were completed they jumped in the shower together to wash away their lust, but in truth they spend more time kissing than washing so Jane ended up with another large portion of cock, after which she went from ravished to famished so he took her for a late lunch, and after lunch he took her to his cottage where they satisfied their other appetites.