Choice Tales from the Vale – (347) The Birthday Treat

 

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, although since he met fellow Willow native Jane Bloomfield when she was a guest at his Hotel he had more reason to get home more often.

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.

But it was his love affair with Jane Bloomfield that drew him back to Willow in the months following their first meeting.

They didn’t however get together as often as they would have liked for example, they weren’t spending Christmas together in fact Greg and Jane weren’t getting together until Boxing Day.

Because she worked at the pharmacy and they were duty Pharmacy for the Dulcet area on Christmas Day, and Greg had already committed to working Christmas all be it before he met Jane.

But as it was Jane’s 29th birthday a week before Christmas so he booked a two-night stay at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel as a treat.

However, with them both travelling from different directions they decided that in order to maximize the time they had together they should avoid the complications around them both driving and travel by train instead.

Travelling separately until they reached Finchbottom and then complete the journey to Abbottsford together.

 

So, having made their way there separately, they met at the station,

in true clichéd manner beneath the clock on the main concourse.

Greg got there first because Jane was a few minutes late due to a hosiery mishap.

As she was leaving the platform a rather impatient woman, cut in front of her at the barrier and snagged her tights with her wheelie case.

So not wanting to rummage thru her suitcase at the station she had decided to buy another pair on the concourse, it was a pack of two as it turned out, and after purchasing a rather more inferior product than her usual, had to run down to the ladies to change.

 

He saw his 5ft 8 inch well groomed slim figured girlfriend approaching, her coat was unbuttoned, and it flapped open as she walked.

Jane’s shoulder length black hair, that framed her pretty face, bounced in time with her stride and was synchronized perfectly with her disproportionally large breasts which moved hypnotically.

She had a very neat figure and skinny legs and her intelligent pale blue eyes fixed on him and a smile was playing about her full lips.

And as the two of them embraced he drank in her exotic fragrance and felt the slightest of trouser tickles.

Even though she was late they still had time to sit and enjoy an unhurried coffee before boarding the train.

 

It was much more relaxing on the train than driving, it was more comfortable, and they could have a cuddle, the only side effect of train travel with the rhythmic clickety clack, was that it made them horny.

But as they were off to Abbottsford for a libidinous weekend, the horniness would not go to waste, the other side effect was when the train settled into its rhythm the long blinks set in.

 

When they boarded the train, Jane folded her coat over the seat in front of theirs and they made themselves comfortable, Jane sat in the corner by the window and he sat beside her.

They chose the opposite end of the carriage to the toilets for no other reason than there tended to be less thru traffic and therefore less likelihood of being disturbed from their slumber.

They were soon under way and enjoying the views as they clickety clacked their way through the Downshire countryside, which was bathed in December sunshine.

Beside him, Jane was exuding her familiar exotic perfume every time she moved which always stirred his loins but initially the urge to fall asleep was greater than his lust.

Even before they’d gone even halfway, she had cuddled up to him, drawing her legs up under her, then hugging his arm, she rested her head on his shoulder and fell asleep.

He glanced down at her and notice a little bit of pale pink bra strap showing, and by adjusting the angle of his head he managed to glimpse the lace edging of her bra inside her sweater.

He even thought he could discern the silhouette of a nipple pushing through the wool of her sweater but that could just have been his imagination or wishful thinking.

Jane stirred as if conscious of his gaze, but he continued anyway simply because her body was too gorgeous not to.

After a few minutes of perverted drooling the long blinks were setting in with a vengeance and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and then he slept.

He was only asleep for minutes and when he opened his eyes Jane had stirred again, and as he came to, she slid one hand down his arm until she was holding his hand.

Greg thought that was sweet and began to drift off again but he was brought back to the moment as Jane was tucking his hand between her knees and his palm was resting on the thin bobbly Railway Station panty hose, but the cheapness of the tights did not detract from the quality of the flesh they contained so his palm began its trek along the inside of her thigh, and Jane opened her legs enough to aid his advance.

 

After a few minutes of perverted drooling the long blinks were setting in with a vengeance and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and then he slept.

He was only asleep for minutes and when he opened his eyes Jane had stirred again, and as he came to, she slid one hand down his arm until she was holding his hand.

Greg thought that was sweet and began to drift off again but he was brought back to the moment as Jane was tucking his hand between her knees and his palm was resting on the thin bobbly Railway Station panty hose, but the cheapness of the tights did not detract from the quality of the flesh they contained so his palm began its trek along the inside of her thigh, and Jane opened her legs enough to aid his advance.

He preferred the silkily smooth 70-denier hosiery she normally wore but even cheaply shod the feel of her inner thigh brought a lump to his pants, and with her head on his shoulder he could hear and feel her steady breathing as his hand advanced.

So, it crept ever higher up Jane’s firm thigh as she opened and closed her legs in anticipation, and she moaned quietly.

Greg could feel the heat from her pussy as he neared his objective, although he wasn’t sure of his intention once he got there or what her expectation was.

But when his hand arrived at the seat of her heat, where she had the itch that needed to be scratched, he began to rub her pussy through the fabric and her breathing changed instantly and her legs that had opened just enough for his hand to proceed were now at right angles to one another.

The consequence of her action and his rubbing and the inferior quality of her tights caused his fingers to push straight through the gusset; and his digits then proceeded inside her sodden pants and into her creamy wet minge.

Shangri-La having been reached he relished looking upon the recipient of his lust as her buttocks clenched and she wriggled and squirmed on the seat beside him.

But he was conscious of the fact they were in an open carriage, sparsely occupied though it might have been, he still had to keep a weather eye on the aisle to ensure they were not discovered.

Obviously, the risk of being caught added to the spice, the hardness of his cock and the wetness of her cunny.

Jane for her part was stifling her moans by burying her face in her coat, which she needed to do, as he was deep into the heart of her fire as he frigged her, and she was not a quiet lover.

All of a sudden Greg heard the door open from the adjoining carriage so his fingers exited Jane’s love tunnel and she closed her legs.

He nonchalantly rested his hand on her knee as a passenger opened the door, however the indecisive passenger, paused for a moment then went back the way he came.

Immediately the door closed behind him, Jane swung open her legs and gripping him by the wrist thrust his hand inside the gaping hole in her shredded tights to return to their previous duties.

So as the Downshire countryside hurtled by he attended to her wet gash, and her cream oozed between his fingers as he stroked her pussy until she closed her thighs and came, letting out a muffled scream inside her coat as she did so, and after a moment or two she relaxed and her thighs released their grip on his hand.

Just being on a train made him horny being on a train with Jane made him more so and after their little divertissement, he had the mother of all erections.

Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to satisfy himself but he was content to wait until they got to the hotel when it would be a hundred times better when he exploded inside her.

“Hmmm” Jane murmured when her head emerged from inside her coat and then she kissed him wetly before cuddling up to him again.

They sat there like that for about half an hour when Jane started fidgeting beside him and he thought, “here we go again”.

But then she sat still again, but only for a minute or two, then she began squirming in her seat once more before another period of immobility.

“It’s no good” she said suddenly sitting up

“What’s the matter?” he asked

“I’m all sticky” she whispered “and uncomfortable”

“Ah” he replied “Well we’d better get you to the Hotel pronto and get your wet knickers off then”

“I can’t wait until then,” she said playfully slapping him

“Can you get my bag down?”

He obliged, despite some discomfort from his erection, while she rummaged in her handbag for her other pair of tights,

Greg set her bag down on the seat he had occupied while she discreetly delved inside for something, which he assumed to be unsullied pants.

He then replaced the bag and stepped aside so she could pass.

“Thank you horny,” she said lightly squeezing the lump in his trousers, Greg choose not to respond to her jibe even though it was Miss Sticky knickers that had initiated the cause of her own discomfort.

Greg just smiled as he watched her walk down the aisle with a very un-lady like gait.

 

Jane returned about ten minutes later, moist knickers in hand.

“Are you feeling better now?” he enquired

“Definitely more comfortable” she replied and then whispered

“I’m still very horny though” and kissed him slowly and seductively on the mouth.

“The sooner we get to Abbottsford then the better” he added and kissed her back.

 

The remainder of the journey seemed to take far longer than the reality, as their mutual need to shag was becoming all-consuming.

Greg certainly couldn’t wait to get her out of her sticky knickers and relieve the ache in his balls.

Once they had disembarked at Abbottsford, they made their way quickly to the taxi rank and joined the queue.

Impatiently they waited their turn feeling as if they were stuck in a time warp but eventually they reached the front and got into the waiting cab and he was sporting a throbbing erection when they finally arrived at the Hotel.

 

Greg paid the cab fare, and once inside the foyer with its expanse of marble floor and classical pillars they went straight to the rather grand reception desk.

After registering the receptionist handed Greg the key card and asked if they needed a porter, he accepted the former and declined the latter and they walked briskly to the lift, to find one waiting for them so they immediately entered and pressed floor 5.

The doors began to close but at the last moment a walking stick appeared in the gap and the doors opened again to reveal a rather large overdressed elderly woman who then gingerly stepped into the lift and pressed 5, thus denying them valuable groping time.

The doors closed and the lift slowly ascended and for no apparent reason stopped at every floor.

When they reached the 5th floor the large lady exited first and unfortunately was going their way and was also in their way.

She walked very slowly down the middle of the corridor and because of her great size they couldn’t pass her.

So, after what seemed like an age, they reached their room, on the doorknob of which, was a room service menu.

But Greg already knew what kind of service Jane wanted once they got in the room, but she was having trouble with the electronic key, so he took the menu card off the doorknob

“Would you like to select from the room service menu madam?” he asked in his best French waiter voice as she struggled with the lock.

Eventually after she paused and took a deep breath it worked and the door opened, so she threw her case into the vestibule, followed by her coat.

But she didn’t answer his question, instead she just grabbed his belt and pulled him into the room, and he dragged his bag behind him.

Once inside Jane quickly closed the door and began undoing his belt.

With great manual dexterity she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers, and yanked his cock out and said

“I’ll have a large portion of this”

Although he didn’t do small portions as he was very well hung

“A very good selection madam” he said in French waiter again “and where would madam like it served?”

She let go of his cock and wriggled out of her skirt and then to his great surprise she ripped a hole in the crotch of her tights pulled her panties to one side.

“Right here and right now” she said in a very saucy “Allo Allo” voice and with her arms wrapped around his neck she hoisted herself onto him.

His cock was so hard, and her pussy was so wet and welcoming it only took two attempts with him gripping a buttock in each hand before he achieved full penetration.

“Oh God that’s so good” she exclaimed and then she kissed his mouth and she snorted through her nose as she rose and fell on his substantial shaft.

When they stopped kissing, Jane tongued his ear and her course rasping breaths urged him on.

Greg pushed her back against the vestibule wall and thrust deeply into her and she moaned in grateful receipt of each length.

Having her pinned against the wall and with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her legs gripped his hips, he was afforded the luxury of liberating her tits from their lacy bondage.

His left hand was engaged as an anchor on the doorframe, but his right was free and went immediately up inside her sweater.

As he tried to insert his hand between the lacy prison and its occupant, he pushed the bra upwards and the under wire stabbed his hand, undeterred however he bravely persevered and groped the round plump breast.

As he squeezed her tit and toyed with her erect nipple, the tempo was increasing and her moans were growing louder as was the sound of her buttocks slapping against the plaster as he continued banging her against the wall.

As they reached the summit they were both tiring and he was beginning to think they might have to adjourn to the bedroom when they suddenly found their second wind and drove on until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and with a yelp she cried out in orgasm and he came seconds later emptying his aching sack into her.

They stood there locked in passions embrace for an indeterminate period, neither of them would have known quite how long, they just knew that it felt so good and that they could have stayed there forever.

“Damn” she panted, “that’s what I call room service”

Then Jane laughed lustily, which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused him to twitch.

“Hmmm” they murmured

 

Not a bad first night at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel, having exorcised their considerable lust in the vestibule of their room, they remained in lustful embrace, Jane in his arms, impaled on his shaft and pinned to the wall, until she needed to pee

So, he set her down on the floor and kissed her slowly and sensually, then they opened the inner door and entered the room properly for the first time.

Jane needed the loo too much to examine the room in detail, so while she went in the bathroom, he carried the bags in and tried not to listen to her peeing.

When she had finished in the bathroom, she walked out wearing her sweater and no bra, with her nipples standing proud and although the garment was long it still left a tantalizing portion of her bush visible.  

In one hand she was carrying a pink bra in the other a pair of wet knickers,

“You have decimated my underwear,” she announced exasperated

“Three pairs of tights, two pairs of soiled knickers and a broken bra”

He did think to point out that he wasn’t present when the first pair of tights were ruined and the third pair were down to her, but he decided not to as he had no defense in regard to the second pair and anyway he was really enjoying looking at her bush, but then she threw her wet knickers at his face and said

“Stop looking at my muff while I’m telling you off”

She was laughing as she picked up her dirty pants and rubbed them in his face.

“I hope you don’t think this is a punishment,” he said

“Urgh you’re disgusting” she exclaimed and then she hugged him.

 

They deliberated briefly on what they should do next, eat in the room, or quickly freshen up and go out and find an eatery, they decided on the latter and twenty minutes later, wearing jeans and trainers they were crossing the Hotel lobby and just as they reached the main door Jane sneezed.

“Oh, shit there goes another pair,” she said, and he laughed.

“It’s not funny” she said, “I’ve only got one pair left”

Greg was still laughing when she punched his arm and she was giggling herself as she said quietly.

“You’ve soiled three pairs of knickers in one day and now I need to buy some more”

“You could always go commando,” he suggested

“I can’t do that” Jane exclaimed, quite mortified but still chuckling “I’m not a tart”

That set the tone for the evening and when they found a restaurant, they entertained themselves by identifying the patrons who might be “commando”

When they returned to the Hotel, they finished the night off making love in bed, which was a much more tender and restrained union than their earlier one but every bit as pleasurable for all that.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (346) The Christmas Trip

 

Mira Cooke, was the best friend of Clarissa St Claire, and both girls had perfect Carrington Chase educated voices, 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.

They had been friends since Montessori and were in the same halls together at Abbottsford University and were going share a flat together during their second and third years.

But apart from the fact that they came from wealthy families and were well educated, to the casual observer they didn’t appear to have anything else in common.

Clarissa was beautiful, with thick curly ginger hair, elegant, slim and petit, bubbly and outgoing, and dressed to turn heads, whereas Mira was not beautiful, though she was not unattractive to look at, she was also not bubbly or outgoing and always wore black, she even had her brunette hair dyed black.

she was taller than Clarissa, and slender with nice long legs, though few people saw them as she normally wore long skirts, or loose fitting trousers, but where her friend was busty, Mira was less well endowed, though she was not flat chested.

Clarissa was an extrovert, precocious, a real Lolita, confident, self-assured, pretty and she knew it, though not in a cocky way.

Mira was a shy, socially awkward bookish girl who appeared to lack self-confidence

Being with Clarissa made her feel more confident, daring to do things she would never do alone, and she had lived her life on her friends coat tails and it was thought that without Clarissa she would flounder, but they were wrong.

Although they were both bright intelligent girls there was more to life for Clarissa, but Mira was not a party girl and she was best described as bookish as she had the habit of peering over her specs.

One other way in which they differed was sex, Clarissa had been obsessed with sex since the moment she hit puberty, not that she was sexually active, other than the usual masturbation, but she obsessed over losing her virginity, not the when, but the who.

She set her cap at Alex Monroe when she was a very young girl and not long after her 18th birthday, she got him.

However, Mira had gone through puberty with absolutely no interest in sex, she was much more in tune with the romantic characters in the literature she read.

That was at least until Clarissa started telling her in graphic detail about Alex and what he did to her and what he had her do to him and all of a sudden all the repressed feelings came to the fore, and she couldn’t stop abusing herself, and she had amassed a sordid selection of sex toys to deal with her urges and although she hadn’t had a man inside her she’d had a lot of substitutes over the three months since she started wetting her knickers.

But even though she had awakened sexually she still didn’t envisage progressing onto the real thing, not with the people within her social circle at any rate as they didn’t measure up against the romantic heroes in her books.

However, that all changed on the day she met Colin Monroe, but it was the second time that had the greatest impact on them.

 

All in all Colin was only going to be in the UK for a month or so and he planned to make full use of his time in Downshire, the reunion with his brothers, catching up with friends and of course the University business, what he had not returned to Dulcet on Willow for, was to meet someone he was attracted to when he was only going to be in the country for a few weeks, but it happened anyway.  

However he decided to dismiss it from his mind and concentrate on the reason he was there in the first place, and all was going well until two days after their first meeting when he and Alex were in Abbottsford in the Labuschagne Coffee House, when the girls suddenly walked in, a meeting clearly engineered by his brother and his girlfriend.

The girls didn’t stay long as they had lectures to get to, but it was long enough for them to make a deeper impression on each other.

At the time, when they were sat in the Coffee shop chatting, he really enjoyed being with her, and didn’t think about the consequences, it was only after they had gone that it sank in.

 

Mira had no such concerns, she had already taken into account that she might not see him again after December, but she was prepared to take that risk.

So, she decided that she would act at Halloween, and she hit the bullseye.  

 

In the month and a half since Mira Cooke surrendered her virginity to him on Halloween

Colin Monroe had seen a lot of her.

His University had sent him to the UK to examine and verify the authenticity of some 18th Century manuscripts that the University wanted for their library, but he had spent a disproportionate amount of time examining every inch of Mira.

In the beginning Colin truly liked her, but he didn’t want to lead her on, as he would be back in Adelaide by Christmas, and she was only 18 and he was 26.

However, she more than liked him, and because he was going back to Australia before Christmas, she made the decision that she would make the most of every minute, which was why she propositioned him.

But following that Halloween seduction, if he wasn’t with her, he was thinking about her, which was why he asked her to spend Christmas and New Year with him in Australia.

Mira had planned to take a gap year with her best friend Clarissa, but then they decided to start Uni straight away and travel after they had graduated, but she was all loved up with Colin’s brother Alex, so she doubted that would happen, so she jumped at the chance, but what he wasn’t aware of was that even if none of that were true she would still have accepted, because she was in love with him.

But she was reluctant to tell him, in case she scared him away, but she let it slip out after a moment of passion but then she heard him say

“I love you too”

They had been at Mira’s home in Dulcet Meadow because Colin had asked her to spend Christmas and New Year in Adelaide with him, and Mira accepted, but that didn’t mean it was a done deal by any means, which was why they were there, for the small matter of convincing her parents, which they did with ease.

 

Two weeks later, on Friday morning, Alex was up early, and after showering and shaving he threw his bags into the car and was heading back to Dulcet Meadow to collect Mira and her luggage for the flight to Australia.

The Cooke’s had already left, as they had decided as their daughter would be on the other side of the world until the New Year, that they would head for sunnier climes for the Holidays themselves.

 

When he arrived at the house, he found Mira dressed all in black as normal.

“What are you doing here?” she asked and kissed him “I wasn’t expecting you this early, I’ve just finished dressing, I’m not ready yet”

“You look ready to me” he said

“I haven’t even done my makeup yet” she said and turned away

“You look gorgeous as you are” he said and put his hands on her shoulders and she leant back against him and he kissed the top of her head, then he ran his hands slowly down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.

She leant her head back so she could look up at him and said

“We haven’t got time for that”

Mira bent over the sofa to retrieve her makeup bag, which was when Colin took his chance to slip his hand up under her skirt to her stocking top and beyond, where his finger quickly slipped inside her gusset and between her lips 

“I thought you said you weren’t ready” he said

In response she quickly stood up and disconnected his finger from her pussy and said

“I’m always ready for that, but we don’t have time”

“We should always have time for it” he corrected her

“We really haven’t got time for it this time” she said and smiled

“I think we do” Colin retorted and bent down and kissed her smiling lips, and as he did so he began pulling the front of her top up so he could get a better hold of her tits.

“Oh no you don’t” Mira said and leant forward pressing her tits against the back of the sofa, denying him access and giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Playing hard to get are we,” he said and quickly lifted the back of her shirt up and unfastened her bra

“You sneaky sod” she said still laughing but pressed her front even tighter against the furnishings still denying him access to her un-holstered breasts.

So a change of tack was called for and he abandoned his quest for breast and got his hand up her skirt and inside her knickers instead, but Mira instantly countered his new assault by pressing her pelvis up against the frame of the sofa and wouldn’t let him get to her minge.

Leaving him only one option left, which was to spin her around and push her backwards on to the sofa.

She was laughing as she span around and then let out a girlish yelp as she landed on her back, and Mira’s legs were sticking up in the air so he grabbed one ankle so she couldn’t get up again and then yanked her pants off her arse before she knew what was happening, before doing the same with her skirt.

From then on it was relatively simple to pull them off over her ankles despite the fact she was trying to kick her legs.

“We really don’t have time,” she said still giggling

“Well you’re almost naked now” Colin responded as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his cock from his pants and gave it a bit of a tug.

Mira’s arse was parked on the arm of the sofa while her head and shoulders were on the seat pad, as a result her fanny was looking up at him.

As he immobilized her legs with one arm, he placed his hand on her bush, combing her pubes with his fingers and slipping his thumb along her greasy crease.

Mira stopped giggling at that point and moaned softly instead

“We’re going to miss our plane” she purred as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

“Then the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” he said as he plugged into her.

The moment his shaft was greased up to his balls he released Mira’s legs and she relocated them either side of his head and crossed her ankles behind his neck, and there were no more protestations about a lack of time only murmurs and moans of pleasure as Colin entered her tight young pussy again and again.

As he banged her the sofa moved inch by inch across the room as her moans grew louder, until right on cue when the sofa would move no further, they both came.

He withdrew from her and waddled penguin like around the sofa and sat down on the seat next to a panting Mira and put his hand on her belly.

“See we did have time” he said 

 

They didn’t speak for the next 10 minutes or so they just panted and reflected on a job well done, that was until Mira stretched and sighed, as she lay in the same position he left her in, and rolled over.

She looked up at him with a familiar look in her eye and smiled before taking his limp member in her mouth, which of course didn’t stay limp for long.

“You want to go again?” he asked

“Mmmm” she mumbled

“I thought you didn’t want to miss the plane?” he said and then with a slurp she released his cock and crawled onto his lap.

“We’re already late” she answered taking her top off and impaling herself on him.

 

“That was lovely” she said as they redressed, more than an hour after they should have left for the airport “But what are we going to do about our plane?”

“Nothing”

“What?” she exclaimed “But we are so late, we’ll never get there on time”

“We have plenty of time” he said calmly

“No, we don’t” she snapped “what are we going to do”

“Don’t panic” he said and kissed her forehead “our flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow”

“What?” she exclaimed in disbelief

“We don’t fly until tomorrow” he explained

“You pig!” she cried and slapped him playfully and then they kissed

“So where are we going today?”

“The Hilton” he replied “Luxury room, four poster bed, pool, jacuzzi, gym and Michelin starred restaurant”

“Wow” she retorted “Now tell me more about the bed”

And then they kissed again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (345) Impatience

 

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, and more because he took her cherry and her heart.

 

But after a long summer of lust, lovemaking and love the time came for Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, but she returned on a regular basis to see Alex and be seen to by him, though in December he wasn’t the only reason for her return.

 

Clarissa had travelled back the Willow by train, well three trains to be precise, because the roads were so bad, and she didn’t like driving in the snow or ice.

She could have waited and come back the next day when the roads were expected to be clear as the thaw was setting in.

But she was flying to Vermont with her parents the day after that, and she wanted to spend some quality time with Alex before she left, what she meant by “quality time” was in fact a good seeing to.

So, when she got home, she dropped her bags and coat at her house before walking briskly next door to find Alex.

However he wasn’t in the house, because he had an important commission to complete, it was a series of book illustrations that had to be delivered to the publishers before Christmas, so he was in his studio working when she arrived at the house.

She had obviously tried the front door and got no response so she walked round the back and she was just crossing the patio when he spotted her, and he had never seen her dressed in a more unattractive way, all the time he had known her.

She was wearing a shapeless thigh length turtleneck sweater over thick black leggings, which were tucked into equally thick socks and ankle boots.

She was clearly dressed for practicality, he knew that, it was a very sensible outfit for the conditions and travelling on public transport, but it was not sexy, and she very definitely was, but despite her attire she still looked hot.

He could have opened the studio door and shouted to her but for some reason he didn’t and instead watched her open the French doors and go inside, and then he began packing away his artist materials, and after a few minutes his phone rang.

“Hello!”

“Where are you?” Clarissa asked, and he detected a hint of urgency in her tone which he recognised from personal experience as horniness, so he replied

“I had to pop out, why where are you?”

“I’m at yours” she snapped “how long will you be?”

“Not long, I’m on my way back now” he replied as he left the studio “Just amuse yourself until I get there”

“How?”

“Well you could do what I do when I’m on my own” he suggested as he started walking up to the house

“What’s that?”

“I sit and reminisce” Alex said

“What about?”

“Us” he said “I think of all the times we’ve done it, all the places and all the positions”

“Really?” she asked

“Yes, like the time you arrived at my house drunk holding a “Happy Birthday” balloon and demanded a birthday kiss” he said “then you flopped down on my lap and kissed me”

“Oh yes our first kiss” she said wistfully “And then you touched me, everywhere”

“But you wanted more” he pointed out as he stepped onto the patio

“And you wouldn’t give it to me” she snapped “but we did so many things, while I was still a virgin”

“I particularly remember the first time I tasted you” Alex said

“Oh, wow yes, you made me come so hard my knees trembled and my fanny farted”

“But you returned the favour when you were out of action because of the cotton mouse” he said as he watched her through the window

“I did good” she said proudly

“And who could forget the day I made you look through the shrubbery while I fingered you to orgasm with your parent’s siblings and grandparents only a few yards away”

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

“It was deliciously dirty” he said

“Then we had a long relaxing bath”

“And a 69 afterwards” she added as she leant back in the chair

“And the next day you took my cherry”

“After I had disrobed you from your expensive Carrington Chase uniform” he corrected her

“You were such a perve wanting to have a schoolgirl” she said with a chuckle

“But that wasn’t the only time you wore it for me was it?” he asked “Because you wore it later when you came on to me”

“I know it made me feel sexy” she admitted

“Yes, you like to dress up don’t you” he observed

“The Gingerbread Girl, wearing your school hockey kit at Halloween, and you in thermals”

“I know but I am spectacularly sexy” she said and then recounted every coupling they had ever engaged in, every location, every position, every orgasm and aroused herself in the process, as he looked through the French window he saw she had both hands in her lap pressing her sweater between her legs and she squirmed perceptibly in her seat as she recounted the history of their love making.  

“I can still remember vividly that time I told my parents about us and they forbad me to see you, but I came round anyway” she continued

“And I got upset, and you comforted me”

“Yes, I remember”

“Then you fingered me through my tights until I screamed, God that was so dirty... And so good” Clarissa paused as if she was rerunning the whole evening through her head.

“And you had me on the sofa”

“And what about the time I caught you sitting cross legged on the kitchen counter completely naked and fingering yourself” he recounted as he watched her hand moving on her lap.

“Yes, that was very naughty” she gasped, “And very sexy”

“Yes, it was,” he agreed 

“What about when you made me stop in that layby because you needed to pee, and you got back in the car holding your knickers and tights in your hand” he said as he opened the door “and we did it in the back seat”

“I was so horny” she said and glanced at him and realising where his gaze was, she blushed and looked quickly away but continued with her recollections and put the phone down so her hand could join its partner between her legs.

“The St Andrews day dinner was nice” he mused

“God yes, watching Greg’s face, and knowing that Jane was under the table sucking him off got me very hot” she said and glanced in his  direction and yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.

“And you tugged hard on my cock as you watched” he said

“And fingered myself” she admitted “furiously”

Alex could see the contours of her hand in its animated probing of her own pussy again as she squirmed in the chair with her eyes shut.

“Tell me more,” he suggested as he began loosening his belt.

“I was so horny, I dragged you from the ballroom so you could fuck me” she purred “But I couldn’t wait to go upstairs to our room, so we snuck into a linen cupboard, and you banged me hard against the door”

“I remember waking up in your bed one morning with your parents across the landing, and you insisted on being serviced before I snook out” he said as he slipped his pants and trousers off

“It was so deliciously naughty, and dangerous”

She said with her eyes closed and her lips pursed as her fingering became more frenetic.

“And you kissing my nonny while I was on the phone to Mira was very…” she paused briefly as she came “sexy”

“Look whose here” he said as he sat on an armchair with his erect cock on parade, Clarissa opened her eyes and glanced across and did a kind of double take before she was out of her seat and scrambling towards him.

Her hand was still busy in her knickers as her mouth engulfed all of him.

“Oh…” he exclaimed feebly as she sucked vigorously on his member while she fingered herself with equal ferocity, and by the time she had wanked herself to orgasm his manhood was wide-awake and she gave one gentle suck on his shaft before she release it.

Clarissa stood up and as she turned her back on him, she wiped her slavering lips on her sweater sleeve, then she pulled her leggings down to her knees.

“Big knickers?” he exclaimed as he spied her arse clad in M&S passion killers

“They’re practical” she said defensively “I can’t wear silk and lace all the time you know, and it’s very chilly on public transport”

“They’re certainly practical looking,” he said, “Why didn’t you wear your thermals?”

“They’re clean folded and packed for the holiday” she explained “You’d only get them spunky again”

“So, can I get your practical pants spunky?” he asked

“Shut up and pull them down,” she ordered so he tugged her practical pants off over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.

His hand released her knickers above her knees before they crept up Clarissa’s firm thighs, paused briefly to appreciate her firm cheeks before they settled on her hips and prepared to guide her backwards.

Clarissa’s hands reached out for the arms of the chair and as she gripped them tightly her knuckles whitened and she moaned quietly as her buttocks clenched and she squirmed and wriggled her way down his shaft until her hot creamy cunny had consumed all of him.

Alex’s hand then left her hips and went up to find her tits which he was relieved to find were not enclosed in a utilitarian or practical garment but encased within lace trimmed satin cups quickly replaced by his eager hands.

Meanwhile Clarissa was rising and falling on him exuding the most divine utterances on the downward stroke as she creamed his balls with her exuding abundance.

Alex still fondled her breasts as he enjoyed the ride and Clarissa did all the work and making deliriously sensual sounds as she enjoyed him.

She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths became deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths crescendoed as she cried out in orgasm, then as she rose and fell on him once more he came.

“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of him and sighed

“That felt good,” she said giggling, “That’s one to remember for next time”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (344) Under Her Parents Roof

 

Mira Cooke, was the best friend of Clarissa St Claire, and both girls had perfect Carrington Chase educated voices, 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.

They had been friends since Montessori and were in the same halls together at Abbottsford University and were going share a flat together during their second and third years.

But apart from the fact that they came from wealthy families and were well educated, to the casual observer they didn’t appear to have anything else in common.

Clarissa was beautiful, with thick curly ginger hair, elegant, slim and petit, bubbly and outgoing, and dressed to turn heads, whereas Mira was not beautiful, though she was not unattractive to look at, she was also not bubbly or outgoing and always wore black, she even had her brunette hair dyed black.

she was taller than Clarissa, and slender with nice long legs, though few people saw them as she normally wore long skirts, or loose fitting trousers, but where her friend was busty, Mira was less well endowed, though she was not flat chested.

Clarissa was an extrovert, precocious, a real Lolita, confident, self-assured, pretty and she knew it, though not in a cocky way.

Mira was a shy, socially awkward bookish girl who appeared to lack self-confidence

Being with Clarissa made her feel more confident, daring to do things she would never do alone, and she had lived her life on her friends coat tails and it was thought that without Clarissa she would flounder, but they were wrong.

Although they were both bright intelligent girls there was more to life for Clarissa, but Mira was not a party girl and she was best described as bookish as she had the habit of peering over her specs.

One other way in which they differed was sex, Clarissa had been obsessed with sex since the moment she hit puberty, not that she was sexually active, other than the usual masturbation, but she obsessed over losing her virginity, not the when, but the who.

She set her cap at Alex Monroe when she was a very young girl and not long after her 18th birthday, she got him.

However, Mira had gone through puberty with absolutely no interest in sex, she was much more in tune with the romantic characters in the literature she read.

That was at least until Clarissa started telling her in graphic detail about Alex and what he did to her and what he had her do to him and all of a sudden all the repressed feelings came to the fore, and she couldn’t stop abusing herself, and she had amassed a sordid selection of sex toys to deal with her urges and although she hadn’t had a man inside her she’d had a lot of substitutes over the three months since she started wetting her knickers.

But even though she had awakened sexually she still didn’t envisage progressing onto the real thing, not with the people within her social circle at any rate as they didn’t measure up against the romantic heroes in her books.

However, that all changed on the day she met Colin Monroe.

 

In the month and a half since Mira Cooke surrendered her virginity to him on Halloween

Colin Monroe had seen a lot of her.

His University had sent him to the UK to examine and verify the authenticity of some 18th Century manuscripts that the University wanted for their library, but he had spent a disproportionate amount of time examining every inch of Mira.

In the beginning Colin truly liked her, but he didn’t want to lead her on, as he would be back in Adelaide by Christmas, and she was only 18 and he was 26.

However, she more than liked him, and because he was going back to Australia before Christmas, she made the decision that she would make the most of every minute, which was why she propositioned him.

But following that Halloween seduction, if he wasn’t with her, he was thinking about her, which was why after they had made love one afternoon, he asked her

“So, are you going to be home for Christmas?”

“Well I’ll probably be at home” she said “But my folks don’t really do Christmas”

“Oh, I see”

“So, I normally spend Christmas with the St Claire’s” She explained

“But not this year?”

“No Clarissa is going skiing with her parents in Vermont until just before Christmas and then she’ll be “Catching up” with Alex”

“So, you’ll be home?”

“I guess” she replied

“Come with me” he suggested

“What?”

“Spend Christmas and New Year with me in Adelaide” he said

Mira had planned to take a gap year with her best friend Clarissa, but then they decided to start Uni straight away and travel after they had graduated, but she was all loved up with Colin’s brother Alex, so she doubted that would happen.

As a result she had absolutely no reason to say no, so she thought, if he was serious, she should jump at the chance, not because she had no other plans but  because she was in love with him.

“Do you mean it?” she asked, “you want me to come with you to Australia?”

“Of course,” he said and with a huge smile on her face Mira threw herself into his arms and kissed him.

“You know it’s summer in Australia?” he said

“That’s ok” she responded “I have a black bikini”

 

Just because Colin asked her, and Mira accepted didn’t mean it was a done deal by any means, there was still the matter of convincing her parents, so he was invited to the family home for dinner.

Mira didn’t live in Dulcet on Willow, although she was born there, her parents moved the family to Dulcet Meadow when she was 11, so they had to drive from Willow, and Colin was terrified as he thought he would get a real grilling, but nothing could have been further from the truth, and he found them to be very gracious, amiable and hospitable, so much so that he drank too much and had to stay the night.

This caused a little bit of embarrassment on the accommodation front due to her mother’s insistence that they sleep in separate rooms.

Not because her mother was a prude, it was just that Mira was an only child, and although they had no reservations regarding the trip to Australia, she was not ready for her to be sullied under her own roof.

The result of this meant Mira was in her own bedroom while Colin was enduring their enforced separation in the guest room.

He found it difficult to drop off, partly because he was in a strange bed, but mainly because he was excited about taking Mira to Adelaide and his head was full of images of Mira in a black bikini, which had given him a major hard on.

After tossing and turning for about an hour his erection had began to abate but that urge was merely replaced by an acute need to pee so he  tiptoed his way across the landing to the loo and relieved himself.

he was yawning as he stepped back onto the landing and not really paying attention and he bumped into Mira coming the other way, who pushed him back into the bathroom and planted a wet sensual kiss on his lips, which immediately relit the fire in his loins.

As the kiss proceeded his cock was pressing into her flesh and he made a move to grope her breasts through her black silk nightie, but she pushed him away.

“We can’t be doing that,” she said indignantly and pulled down her knickers and sat on the loo “Even if Mum hadn’t said no nookie, I’m on my period anyway,”

Mira then proceeded to pee which did nothing to diminish his erection as he found it inexplicably arousing.

Mira obviously noticed his cock twitch in his pants because after she wiped herself dry she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and pulled him closer, and once she had him standing in front of her Mira began pulling his pants down and she licked her lips as his cock uncurled itself from its confinement, then she reached out and grabbed hold of it and kissed his helmet.

She took her eyes off his cock for the first time and looked at his face as she played with him and said.

“This is for Christmas in Australia”
Colin closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.

“This is a real surprise,” he thought as her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks, until all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

He could feel Mira’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly and
he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, Mira looked up and smiled wickedly before devouring him again with her hot mouth and he could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him.

Her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her lips slurped around his cock.

“Oh, that’s so nice Mira,” he gasped

 “It’s a shame she’s out of action,” he thought as he was fast approaching the point of no return, but he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she had already decided what she wanted to do.

Colin had one hand on the back of her head with his fingers threaded amongst her jet-black hair while the other caressed her bulging cheek.

Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and she was tugging on him furiously, then Mira 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.

Snorting through her nose, her mouth joined her busy fingers in the rhythmic wanking of his cock, he was so close, and Mira could sense it and she was going at him like fury, so close, so close

“Oh Mira” he exclaimed, and his buttocks clenched tight

Closer and closer still

“Oh Babe, Babe” he gasped and then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot his load into her mouth and her eager lips sucked him dry.

Mira was still sucking and licking at the last of his seed from his nob before her lips smacked one last time as she released his shaft.

“Merry Christmas” She said

“And a Happy New Year” he responded as she gave his helmet one final licking suck.

A moment before they left the bathroom Mira said

“Let’s go and have a cuddle in my bed”

“What about your parents?” he asked “They forbad it”

“I don’t care” she retorted indignantly “I want a cuddle in my bed with the man I love”

The moment she said the words she panicked, she had said the L word out loud, and they hadn’t done that yet, but then he kissed her worries away and said

“I love you too, so let’s go and cuddle”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (343) Undergarments

 

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, and more because he took her cherry and her heart.

 

But after a long summer of lust, lovemaking and love the time came for Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, but she returned on a regular basis to see Alex and be seen to by him , though in December he wasn’t the only reason for her return.

Clarissa St Claire and her family were going Skiing in Vermont for 10 days, Alex was invited too, albeit begrudgingly, but he had to decline as he had a series of book illustrations to complete and deliver to the publishers before Christmas, but she would be back intime to spend their first Christmas together.

A week before she was due to leave, she went into Abbottsford with her mum to do some last-minute shopping for the holiday and when she got back, she was eager to show Alex one of her purchases.

“Hello darling, I’ve got something for you” she said and kissed him

“You’d better come in then” he said

Once inside she slipped her coat off and he asked

“So, what did you buy me?”

“Nothing” she replied

“I thought you had something for me” he said

“Well I lied” she admitted “I actually bought underwear for me”

“I see”

“But as they’re very sexy, I thought you’d like them” she said

“I’m sure you’re right” he confessed

“Do you want me to put them on?” she asked coyly

“Of course,” he said, “you know where to go, I’ll make a drink”

So, she quickly darted out carrying one of her shopping bags and he made a drink before he sat in the lounge and waited until the door opened slightly, and Clarissa’s head appeared.

“All ready?” he queried and Clarissa nodded, then the door opened fully, and she stepped into the lounge wearing blue thermal underwear and began strutting around like she was on the catwalk, he wasn’t expecting a floor show, but he wasn’t going to complain.

“Not very sexy, are they?” she said and giggled as she strutted around

“I wouldn’t say that I think they’re sexy,” he said, and Clarissa giggled

“You really are a perv”

“How do they feel?” he asked

“Fab” she replied “they’re all fleecy inside”

She was clearly very pleased with the effect she was having on him.

“Come and sit down,” Alex said as he stood up and offered his seat

“I’m too sexy to sit down,” she said, but he put a hand on each shoulder and tried to steer her into his seat.

“Wow they are soft, aren’t they?”

“They’re even softer inside” she said and pulled his hands off her shoulders and down to her breasts

“Softer than these”

Taking advantage of the situation was not her intention when she popped round to see him, it was really meant to be a joke, by saying she had sexy underwear and then appearing in thermals, she hadn’t for a second, thought it was going to affect him that way, she should have guessed though.

It’s not as if she had just danced around in sexy lingerie, she was in thermals, real passion killers, but judging by the stiffness of her protruding nipples beneath his palms indicated to him that she was clearly turned on, so he massaged her breasts though the fleecy fabric and she responded by turning to kiss him and rubbed her bum cheeks against the growing lump in his trousers.

It was obvious to him that Clarissa had come to the boil very quickly, rendering any protracted foreplay redundant so he bent her over the table and pulled her bottoms down to gain access to her Minge, and he could see her lips were slightly parted so he probed her with his forefinger and found her to be lusciously lubricated.

Alex quickly un-trousered his tool and with a short tug exposed his helmet before slipping it between her dewy lips and Clarissa  responded with a low animal grunt and her hands gripped the edge of the table as she braced to receive the next length, which was also greeted with a grunt as was the next one and the next and the next, and as the frequency of his penetrations increased so did the tone of her vocalizing.

The coffee had begun slopping out of the mugs as the rogering became more energetic and as he was giving her the short strokes she was letting out a single low moan until the point of ejaculation when she just barked out “yes” and collapsed panting on the table beside a puddle of coffee.

 

Afterwards Alex watched her get dressed and was surprised to see she kept the thermals on.

“Wow” he said

“What?”

“You’re keeping them on” Alex said, and she blushed, then she gave him very passionate kiss before she opened the front door and stepped out

“Bye darling” she said, then over her shoulder as she walked down the drive, she shouted

“Glad you liked the undies”

He watched her as she walked away and thought that the thermals she was wearing would need to go in the wash before she left for Vermont.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (342) The Morning After the Night Before

 

It was the day after St Andrews day, and the morning following the celebration Dinner Dance at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere, and it was in a room at the Hotel where Jane Bloomfield was in bed with her boyfriend Greg Monroe.

They were sleeping late as they had partied late but Jane still woke about 7 am and spent the following hour drifting in and out of sleep before she got up to go to the toilet.

The moment she sat down there was a sharp release of early morning wind, then she removed her tampon, and when she realized her period was finished, she had a long relaxing pee with a smile on her face.

 

She got up from the loo and went straight into the shower to get herself clean and fresh and ready for action.

As she intimately washed herself she was thinking back to her performance under the table at the ball where she sucked and wanked off Greg’s formidable organ as well as looking forward to skewering herself on it.

She got out the shower and began drying herself

“Now I’m all clean I’m ready to get dirty again” she said to herself and as she sat on the edge of the bath drying her legs she dropped her towel when she had dried her inner thighs and slipped her fingers between her lips and couldn’t believe how creamy she was

“I can get it wetter than that” she said and went to work on herself

 

Greg heard the bathroom door slowly open and close again and then he felt the duvet move and he could hear the soft rustle of the sheets and the warmth of another body, the warmth of a naked body, a soft naked body.

He could feel Jane’s breath on his neck and her stiff nipples pressing in his back and the fluff of her freshly laundered bush brushing against his buttocks and he got the oh too familiar stirring in his loins as she was pressed so close against him it was like he had a second skin.

“Hello stud” she said as she slid her hand across his skin and grasped his semi aroused cock so he rolled onto his back and she stroked him to a full hard on and kissed him on the mouth with true conviction and plenty of tongue while her hand tugged on his shaft.

“I don’t think she’ll wait for foreplay,” Greg thought to himself

“She’s well and truly ready to go”

His suspicion was she had already started the party long before she crawled back into bed and it wasn’t long after that, a matter of moments no more, she let go of his shaft and climbed on to it.

Jane let out a long satisfying sigh as her hot creamy cunny encased his cock and she sat up in the saddle, rising and falling on him and eliciting pleasurable moans from him to match her own.

Glen took hold of her piston like hips as she slid her syrupy pussy up and down his shaft and her hands were on his chest as she diligently applied herself to the task, and as she neared her climax her delicious moans grew in intensity and she slumped forward until her head was on his chest and she groaned through gritted teeth as her pelvis thrusted towards the abyss.

Greg let his hands caress her slender form as he too approached the point of no return, and when they reached the frantic final thrusts Jane was like a wild beast lost in the moment so he gripped her arse firmly, before she screamed out in orgasm as he pumped out his ejaculate inside her hot quim.
She collapsed on top of him and panted like a well-exercised spaniel while he stayed inside, as her tight cunny held his cock captive in the heart of her.

After about five minutes she climbed off him with a sigh and collapsed on the bed next to him where she lay there with her right hand on his thigh.

Greg took hold of it in his and held it for a minute or two before raising it to his nose so he could sniff her fingers, but as soon as she realised what he was doing she snatched her hand away.

“Perv” she said

“I thought you’d started without me honey,” he said

“And I was right”

“You’re a pig” she said and turned her back to him, but she was laughing.

He knew she wasn’t easily embarrassed, after all the first time they got together came after he caught her masturbating as she sat on the toilet, and she didn’t stop.

“I’ve spoken to Clarissa and Mira” Jane said,
“And it seems like all the Monroe boys are perverts”

“You don’t normally complain about my perversions” he pointed out

“I’m not complaining now,” she said and rolled over to face him and immediately buried her face in his neck and there they lay for an indeterminate time before making love again.