The
traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to
have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy
golf, the Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and
illuminations, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun
Park, but it was the Seaview Hotel that was attracting groups of revellers from every corner of the Finchbottom Vale for the
their company Christmas parties, most of them were singletons, and ranged in
age from late teens to their early fifties.
Most of the party
goers decided to make a weekend of it, looking for love or lust, or a
combination of the two.
So those looking for a
long weekend arrived in Sharpington on Friday morning and would stay until
Sunday, with the party being on Saturday night, which in order to add to the
fun was fancy dress.
It was the first time
in Sharpington for some of the visitors, but many had been before and a few of
them had only been in town for a few hours when they started to see a familiar
face or two, at the Hotel, along the prom, in the café and on the pier, although Pandora Morrissey didn’t see anyone she knew and would have
felt a bit left out had she known that her friends had.
However, on the night
of the party when she went downstairs to the Ballroom wearing her red flapper
dress, she noticed another flapper wearing an identical dress and it was Claire Beaumont, a girl she had known at school in fact she was her
first crush.
There had always been
something smouldering between them, although they had never been out together,
they had come close once or twice, but it never quite happened for them, but
suddenly they were both at the same Hotel at the same time, attending the same
party where copious quantities of alcohol would be consumed, and it was
apparent straight from the start that there was still a spark.
An ember which glowed
beneath the mirror ball and burst alight with a kiss on the dancefloor which
led inevitably to burning passion in Pandora’s room where the made love for the
first time.
Pandora stood in the
bathroom doorway and watched Claire stir as the moonlight painted patterns on
her naked contours as it shone through the net curtains.
Her hair was still damp from their passionate exertions, clung to her face and
neck and beads of sweat sparkled on her luscious skin.
She lay on her side, knees drawn up to her belly, showing off the wonderful
sweep from her narrow waist to a curvaceous hip and then onto the perfect
roundness of sumptuous buttocks.
Claire rolled on to her back as she stirred again and the magnificence of her
was there before her with patterns of light and dark dancing over her gorgeous
form.
Her nipples aroused as the cool air of the aircon wafted over her and Claire’s
eyes opened and she smiled the broadest smile when she saw Pandora watching
her.
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face then moved onto her knees and
stretched, leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her, supporting
herself on clenched fists and throwing her head right back putting on a
display, until her black hair tumbled down her back.
Pandora’s eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her form, the cascading black hair,
down the cords and sinews of her neck to the fine structure of her shoulders.
Claire dwelt, naturally, on her firm breasts and proud nipples before
continuing to the softness of her flat belly and her curved hips and round
buttocks before reaching the thick black triangle and her long taught thighs
either side.
She left the doorway and picked her way through the discarded clothing on the
floor to reach the bed where Pandora now sat on her haunches looking at her.
A radiant smile was illuminating her face with eyes that said “again please”
