Saturday, 23 July 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (349) Happy Birthday

 

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.

However, for Jane’s 29th birthday, the week before Christmas, he booked a two-night stay at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel as a birthday treat, and the first night had been very lust fueled.

 

Greg awoke the next morning to find an empty space in the bed next to him, this was not the norm when sleeping with Jane who was partial to an early morning spoon, and she had a considerable number of weapons in her arsenal to encourage him to be so inclined.

That morning however she was already up and, in the shower, and he lay in bed for a while nursing his early riser feeling a little crestfallen.

When he finally dragged himself out of bed Jane was just coming out of the bathroom pink and luscious and draped in towels.

Greg was bleary eyed and naked and still had a boner which Jane couldn’t help but notice as he had a huge cock.

“Morning gorgeous” she said

“Happy Birthday hon” he replied

“Thank you, but I was talking to your friend” she said and took hold of his cock and stroked it gently as she kissed him.

“Now go and have a shower,” Jane added as she gave his old chap a final stroke.

While he was in the shower his erection abated but he thought Jane would bring it back to life in a second.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he was spotlessly clean, sweet smelling with minty fresh breath and ready for action.

So, imagine his surprise when he found Jane wearing a black bra with matching pants just visible through her usual 70 denier black tights.

Jane had a skinny waist and neat hips and the most beautifully round buttocks, and oh yes, the boner was back.

The very appealing sight of Jane in black underwear and tights had left him with a pronounced bulge in his towel but she was clearly not ready for action.

“Are we not “celebrating” your birthday this morning?” he asked in a pitiful voice not unlike that of Oliver Twist asking for more gruel.

“No time Babe” she said

“We have time for a quick breakfast then we need to get to the Phoenix Centre”

And after a prolonged glance at the bulge in his towel she continued

“So, you can stop pointing that thing at me, I’m interested in a sausage of a very different sort”

Though after seeing the crestfallen look on his face she kissed him before saying

“But if you keep it warm, I’ll eat it later”

So resigned to the fact he wasn’t going to be dipping his substantial wick before breakfast, but with the promise of later delights, he quickly dressed for the day and joined Jane for breakfast before the concierge called them a cab.

They had the taxi drop them at the entrance of the Phoenix Centre but they didn’t go in straight away, instead they spent a couple of hours wandering around the more interesting parts of Abbottsford then they stopped at the Labuschagne Coffee House and ordered coffee and pastries.

 

Greg had just finished the last mouthful of cake as Jane finished her coffee so, he checked his watch and they got up and headed out the door.

After walking to the Phoenix Center, they followed the slow-moving pack of Christmas Shoppers inside.

“So where shall we meet up?” she asked after they had moved to one side of the throng.

“How about O’Dowd’s” he suggested, O’Dowd’s being an Irish pub on the lower concourse

“Yes ok” she agreed “What time?”

“Is two hours long enough for you?”

“Yes, that should be alright” Jane said and kissed him and then they went their separate ways.

 

Greg didn’t need two hours for his shopping, he was only buying gifts for his staff and Christmas presents for Jane, she’d already had her birthday presents, so he had an hour to spare when he walked into the bar and ordered a pint of Guinness.

He took his bags and his drink to a vacant table and texted Jane to say he was in the bar and to join him as soon as she was finished, and she replied “ok”, then he put his phone back in his pocket and picked up his paper.

He was on his second pint when Jane arrived clutching an assortment of bags.

“Hi handsome, sorry I’m late” she said kissing him, then she whispered.

“I had to go shopping for you know what’s”

“Oh, that’s ok,” he said, kissing her back, knowing precisely what the “you know what’s” were,

“Blimey are all those bags full of knickers?”

“Shhh” she exclaimed “No of course not, most of its for Christmas”

“Oh ok” he agreed, “do you want a drink?”

“No thanks babe, I’d like to get back to the Hotel so I can try these on” Jane whispered excitedly

“Ok” he agreed draining his glass “Can I watch?”

“You’re such a perv” she said and laughed

“Is that a yes or a no?”

 

When they got up to the room, he found that due to the two pints of Guinness he desperately needed a pee, so he went straight into the bathroom to relieve himself, and when he came out he found Jane stood in front of the mirror sporting a pair of ivory silk knickers and was trying to wrestle her large breasts into the matching bra.

The first one would go in its cup with only a little persuasion but just as she got the second one in and the first one popped out again or both nipples would suddenly appear above the lace, and all the time her buttocks were doing the mumbo inside her silk drawers, and he was enjoying her performance very much indeed.

“Are you having a bit of trouble Betty?” he asked in his best Frank Spencer voice.

“I’ve bought the wrong bloody cup size,” she snapped

“Did you only buy one?” he enquired

“No of course not” she replied crossly

“But they’re all the same size” he speculated

“Yes” she mumbled and stamped her feet. “And I wanted to look and feel stunning tonight”

“You always look stunning,” he said honestly

“That’s very sweet” Jane said and turned to kiss him and both dark pink nipples peered over the top of the ivory lace.

“What am I going to do?” she asked as she rested her head on his chest “I don’t want to wear the black one, I’ve had it on all day”

“Go braless” Greg suggested

“I can’t go without a bra” she said horrified “I’m twenty-eight years old”

“Actually, you’re twenty-nine” he corrected her “but you have fabulous tits”

She frowned at the correction of her age but smiled and blushed when he complicated her breasts.

She turned towards the mirror again and removed her ill-fitting bra and then began squishing and kneading her titties and evaluated their pliability in her reflection.

“I will not go out to eat with my twenty-nine-year-old baps unslung” she stated

“Ok then how about a compromise?” he suggested, “You go braless but we eat in the hotel restaurant”

“We can’t eat here” Jane said very definitely “Have you seen the menu?”

Jane picked up the menu off the desk and gave it him and said

“It’s ridiculously expensive”

“Birthday treat” he said throwing the menu on the bed without looking at it

“What is?” she asked suspiciously “the dinner or my going braless”

“Both” he replied

 

Jane had been in the bathroom for an age getting herself ready but when she finally emerged it was well worth the wait, she looked absolutely stunning in her new outfit.

“Wow” he said, as he looked her over from top to bottom.

Before he looked her over again, starting with her patent leather heels, black tights, a grey knitted dress, patent leather belt round her narrow waist, her unharnessed breast and holding up her soft black curls a floral hair slide.

“That was well worth waiting for” he said

“Do I look ok?” she asked, “is it a bit tarty?”

“You look gorgeous”

He wanted to kiss her there and then, but her makeup was pristine, and he didn’t want to disturb it, there would be time enough later to smudge her lippy.

“Now if you would like to take my arm” he said proffering said limb “I would like the honour of escorting you to dinner”

 

As they walked into the restaurant, he could feel the heads turn, and he felt immensely proud.

The lighting was subdued, and it was clearly a venue for romantic trysts or secret assignations and strangely he didn’t feel out of place.

The restaurant was quite busy but as it was laid out in discreet booths rather than open tables it was not overly noisy.

They were shown to a booth and he let Jane slide in first then he followed her and once they were both settled, he ordered champagne.

“Champagne?” Jane said, “Lovely, I am being spoiled”

“It’s no more than you deserve” he said

After a glass or two of champers, while they were awaiting the arrival of the first course, Jane said  

“Thank you, Greg,”

“For what?” he asked

“This” she replied with a hand gesture

“No need to thank me”

“No, I mean it” she said and took another big sip of champagne as she tried to find the words.

“It’s been a long time since I got to do this” she explained, “the couple’s thing”

“We’ve been out before” he said

“I know, but this one is special” she continued, “very special, because it’s a special date with the person I love”

“I love you too” he said

 

A few minutes later she slid out of the booth and rushed off in the direction of the lady’s room and when she returned, the starters arrived.

“Ok?” He asked as he squeezed her hand

“Yes” she replied with a smile and a reciprocal squeeze.

Her makeup had been efficiently repaired and she looked as stunning as she did before.

Satisfied that all was fine they turned their attentions to the food, which turned out to be wonderful.

After the starters were demolished, they thought nothing could possibly surpass it, but they were wrong because the main course was sublime.

As they ate, more champagne was consumed and they chatted about Christmas plans, just as they were clearing the remaining morsels of ambrosia from their plates.

 

As the waiter cleared the table Greg was about to wax lyrical about the disposition of his heart when she said,

“What’s for pudding?”

“You’ve only just had your main,” he pointed out

“I like pudding” she said matter of factly and for some reason blushed

 and then she stood up a little unsteadily on her feet and announced

“I need to pee”

And off she went, which was somewhat curious behaviour, but Greg thought

“That’s champagne for you?”

When she returned, he was already perusing the dessert menu and salivating at the mere prospect of devouring any one of its delights but when he looked at Jane’s face, she looked like she’d already indulged.

“What are you looking so pleased about?” he asked her 

“I am being adventurous” she replied enigmatically.

He moved closer to her in the booth and placed his hand on her knee before sliding it up her skirt to discover to his surprise her stocking tops and Greg looked at her with raised eyebrows by way of enquiry.

“I didn’t want you to rip the crotch out of another pair of tights”

She replied saucily and his hand proceeded past her stocking tops up her naked thigh until to his delight he reached her fluffy bush.

“When did they come off” he asked, “because I know you had them on when we left the room?”

“When I went to the loo, I slipped them into my handbag” she whispered, and her cheeks flushed, and Jane giggled “And then I walked through the restaurant “commando””

“Wow its very saucy” he said, “and you know I like saucy, but why did you do it?”

“I wanted to know what it would feel like” she replied

“And?” he asked

“It felt really dirty” she replied “but in a good way”

And they both laughed before they thoroughly indulged themselves with the desert trolley which was when he began in earnest to stare at her lovely tits, pertly sitting unfettered beneath her knitted dress and he continued to ogle her jiggling puddings during and after the deserts were finished and while the coffee was being served.

“Haven’t you seen enough yet?” she chastised

“Never” he replied “and I’m certainly not the only man or woman in the restaurant admiring your form”

Jane blushed and suddenly became self-conscious and tried to cover her breasts and the now prominent erect nipples.

“You could leave here with any man you choose,” he said truthfully

“I already am,” she said

“You keep talking like that and you might even get lucky”

“You’ll be the lucky one” Jane said draining her cup “now let’s go”

 

They left the restaurant in a very dignified way considering the amount of Champagne they had consumed though they had only gone about ten yards before Jane had to slip her heels off in the interest of safety. 

Though their mutual need of each other was urgent the door to the room opened in a more controlled manner than the night of their arrival and they actually made it to the room proper before kissing.

It was a long, slow, passionate kiss which, had they not already been aroused would definitely have lit the boilers. 

As they kissed, he stroked her plump breast through her woolen dress and played with her stiff nipple and she rubbed her thigh against his bulging cock.

After a few moments longer Jane pushed him away and then dropped her expensive new shoes on the floor before starting to undo the belt around her waist while he removed his trousers, pants, socks and shirt, then he helped Jane undo the belt.

One the belt was disposed of he turned her around, so she was facing the mirror and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck as she hugged his arms.

Greg could tell Jane was getting impatient as she kept rubbing her arse against his erection so he stepped back a few inches and, inch by inch he undid the zipper on her dress until her back was completely naked all the way down to her bum cleavage, then he slipped both hands inside, cupping her titties and playing with her teats and the dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor.

She murmured softly as he continued to caress her breasts and she positioned one buttock either side of his cock and rubbed herself up and down him.

He knew as much as he was enjoying the slow seduction that Jane was ready to play, so reluctantly his right hand left her breast and moved quickly down her body, his hand briefly brushing her lush bush, before engaging with her creamy pussy and she began to moan long and low the instant his digits breached her lips, quietly at first, and then after she raised one knee onto the desk her cunny really opened for him and they became much louder and more persistent until she came.

Jane climbed off the desk and turned to face him, planting a wet kiss on his lips, and grasping his substantial shaft firmly as he wiped his creamy fingers on the desk blotter.

Between kisses she asked

“Stockings… on… or off?”

“On of course” he replied

“You would say that… You pervert,” she said

He picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her on her back, and Jane instantly opened her stocking clad thighs to receive him and then he penetrated her hot honeyed cunny.

He gave her a full length, then another, then another as she writhed and moaned beneath him.

Jane was biting her lip as she wrapped her black-sheathed legs around him and began clawing his back and he quickened the pace, her squirming pussy creamed his balls and she moaned beneath him as his throbbing cock thrust deeply into her pussy again and again and her thighs gripped him tightly while he pounded her.

The pace was building steadily, faster and faster and her nails cut deeper into his skin as they moaned and grunted in unison, speeding on and on, until they reached maximum velocity, the point of no return, and she shuddered beneath him and they both exploded in utter ecstasy, and panting with pleasure, they stayed there until morning.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (348) Gloria in Excelsis

 

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.

Unfortunately Clarissa and her family were 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, but while she was gone he missed her terribly.

 

It was a week before Christmas and more importantly it was a week before Clarissa was due to return from Vermont and he had missed her so much, because he loved her and he lusted after her, and those lustful thoughts had left him very horny

 

It was Saturday and for the first time in an age he had the house to himself, his brother Colin had been there for six weeks or so, but he had returned to Australia, and his elder brother Greg who had been a frequent visitor since he started dating a local girl.

However, they were in Abbottsford for a dirty weekend.

The problem was that being alone in the house left him with too much time to think, he had finished the illustrations he was commissioned to do, so he didn’t even have work to distract him.

So, he was left alone with his dirty lustful thoughts and then he remembered Gloria.

She was the Monroe’s cleaner and had worked for the family for years and earlier that year they had had a number of very pleasurable sexual adventures around the house, beginning with the time he took her from behind over the domed oak chest in the hallway.

It was she who brought the brief affair to an end, ironically because she was still in love with her husband, it was ironic because three weeks later her husband of 10 years Terry, told her out of the blue that he had been seeing another woman, for six years, and he was leaving her to live with Dawn in Abbottsford.

However after their final exchange she did say that she would be expecting a Christmas Box, which she was fully expecting to be a nerve tingling, knicker wetting, toe curling, knee trembling totally orgasmic fuck under the mistletoe, and he made it clear that he wouldn’t let her down.

Alex hadn’t played away since he and his girlfriend Clarissa had declared their love for each other, but a promise was a promise.

 

Thirty two year old Gloria Samson was very plain looking, with a large aquiline nose, and short blonde hair worn in a pony tail, and she was a hard worker, in fact her work ethic bordered on the epic considering she was a very small woman, standing 5ft tall in stocking feet.

She was stick thin, with no visible bust line, no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a boy, she did however have very nice legs and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway.

She was also blessed with a gentle nature, a heart as big as the moon and, as Alex could testify, she was very good in bed.

 

Gloria wouldn’t normally clean on a Saturday but Alex knew that that weekend was an exception because she was going away for Christmas with her new love interest Dr Rowe, on what would be her normal day, so she was working on the weekend so as not to disappoint her clients, and she had another 3 after the Monroe’s.

Alex was stood in the hall wearing a pair of Christmas boxers and a Santa hat when Gloria stepped into the hall and closed the door behind her.

“Well this is a nice surprise” she said

“Had you forgotten about your Christmas box?” he asked and walked across the hall and kissed her

“Do you mean the nerve tingling, knicker wetting, toe curling, knee trembling totally orgasmic fuck under the mistletoe, Christmas box?”

“Yes, that’s the one”

“No, I hadn’t forgotten, but we don’t have long” she replied pulling his boxers down as she smiled lustily at him and kissed him as her fingers started caressing his member.

“You have somewhere else to be?” he asked

“Yes, I have other clients” she replied still stroking his cock “and other Christmas boxes to collect”

“Really?”

“Yes, but the others aren’t like this one” she said, and her smiling lips then descended immediately to his cock, her tongue feathering his purple head before devouring him in one delightful mouthful.

“Oh, Gloria that’s so good” he said and lowered himself onto the dome topped oak chest.

After five minutes of toe-curling head the dirty cleaner got to her feet wiped her mouth and lifted her skirt to show she was naked underneath apart from stockings, and prepared to climb aboard his cock, still moist with her saliva and standing tall and proud due to her oral attentions, but he halted her progress with an outstretched hand and said

“I want you completely naked”

“Completely naked?”

“Apart from the stockings obviously” he replied and tugged on his cock, so she quickly complied, wriggling out of her dress, and discarding it and he feasted his eyes on her thick dark blonde triangle.

After that her white top went the same way, which left only her white bra, so she reached behind her back and unhooked it and the front of it flopped down exposing her beautiful little breasts and her bra hung loosely around her shoulders like a redundant shoulder holster until she threw it aside.

He gave her a smile and she climbed on his lap and slithered down him and as she did, so she let out a long breathy sigh.

Gloria then wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and crossed her ankles behind him and then rode him hard on the chest, pounding on his shaft with her wet velvety pussy, her pelvis pumping on him frenetically like a piston.

Alex’s hands gripped her little buttocks as they rose and fell, and her squeals and moans, in his ear through her gritted teeth, were growing in intensity as the pace quickened, faster and faster, louder and louder until she came with an animal yelp and he pulsed inside her.

 

Alex leant back against the wall so he could get a better look of Gloria redressing herself by the door.

She had popped her breasts back into her bra cups and had just reached her hands behind her back to refasten it when she became aware of his gaze, she became self-conscious and turned her back to him.

Which meant she was facing a painting on the wall as she prepared to put her top back on

“Is this new?” she asked

“Yes, do you like it?”

“I do” she replied “It’s amazing how you and your brothers have different gifts”

“What do you mean?”

“Well Colin got the brains; you got the artistic bent and Greg got the big cock” she replied and laughed

“How do you know about Greg’s cock?” he demanded “Did you and he….”

“Good God know, he’d split me in two” she chuckled “I caught sight of him once after he'd been in the shower”

He got up from his seat on the chest and kicked his boxers aside and then walked over to where she was pulling her top on over her head

“There’s more to me than art” he said and unfastened the catch on her bra

“I’m not doing any cleaning today am I?” she said as his hands replaced her bra cups

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.

Thursday, 21 July 2022

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”