Choice Tales from the Vale – (401) Rockabilly Christmas with Annie

 

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, not so Emma Hale or Theresa Sindall however because they were already staying at the Hotel, Emma was the Assistant Managers sister, and Theresa, because she was Company Secretary and wife of the CEO, and was overseeing the final preparations.   

 

On the night of the party forty-year-old Theresa, dressed as in a red Rockabilly Dress, had mixed feelings, the party had been a great success but as usual she had been abandoned by her husband, who was holding court in the bar.

She had regretted one thing about the planning and that was the table she had allocated herself; it was tucked away in a corner so there was no footfall, no passing party goers to chat with, she was not a great mixer at the best of times, so she just sat at the table drinking wine.

So, by eleven o’clock she was sat at a near empty table, the only other occupant being a cute young redhead, dressed as “Little Orphan Annie” who was preoccupied with her phone, and she was a little bit drunk and an awful lot horny.  

Not that there would be any point it’s not as if Ken would be in any fit state to satisfy her, so she tried to put it from her mind and do a bit of people watching.

As she watched the revellers on the dance floor, she began to picture them naked, the attractive ones obviously, and then her imagination took over and they were performing sex acts on each other.

And her thoughts were getting her hot, and she found herself rubbing her pussy through her dress with one hand while still holding her wine glass with the other, she didn’t even stop while a waitress refilled her glass.

It wasn’t long before Theresa, had hiked up the folds of her dress and petticoats and un-popped the gusset of her teddy and began fingering herself in earnest, and at the same time relinquishing her grip on the wine glass so that hand could join its partner in her masturbation instead.

Her earlier regret at her choice of table was now moot as it had now become the perfect location to satisfy herself.

It was a dimly lit corner, with no passers-by and she was facing the room, and everyone was clearly visible to her, even though she was not to them.

Theresa did keep half an eye on the cute young redhead, who was preoccupied with her phone, as she fingered herself under the table.

 

Emma Hale was focused on her phone because she was trying to find a local hook up to scratch her intimate itch, but she was struggling to find someone to suit her needs.

But when she eventually looked up at the middle-aged woman across the table from her, who was wearing a vacant expression, and having had personal experience of witnessing that expression on a woman, Emma suspected her fingers were busying themselves under the table.

To confirm her suspicions, she pretended to drop her phone on the floor and when she bent forward, she could see the lady’s busy fingers working at her gash.

Emma was only nineteen and although she was very experienced, she didn’t normally go for the older women.

Even though she was very attractive and had a lovely figure, Emma didn’t know if she would be receptive to her attentions, she was a married woman after all.

Also, Theresa and her husband were company directors so she could end up, not only being rejected, but also dismissed.     

However, she was very hot now, so she had another quick look under the table at Theresa’s frigging and muttered under her breath

“Fuck it, I can get another job”

So, after a cursory glance over both shoulders, Emma slid off her chair and slipped under the table and crawled towards the prize.

Once under the table Theresa’s minge was still clearly visible to her, but in addition to that, she could hear audible squelching from Theresa’s wet pussy, and she could smell her pungent scent.

Emma sat on her haunches and enjoyed the view for a full minute before she put her hands on Theresa’s stocking clad knees.

 

Theresa gasped when she felt a hand on each knee that pushed her thighs apart, but her fingers never stopped.

She had no idea who it was, and she didn’t care, she just inched her pussy forward to the edge of the chair and hoped, and just at the moment she felt the flick of a tongue between her lips she noticed the cute redhead opposite was gone.

“Oh my God” she exclaimed and lifted the tablecloth to confirm she was being noshed by a girl half her age and then had to use a serviette to stifle her moans.

 

After taking Theresa over the edge to nirvana Emma immerged from beneath the table and sat in the chair beside her boss, before using the edge of the tablecloth to wipe Theresa’s juice off her face.

“That was amazing” she said and squeezed Emma’s hand

“You didn’t mind me joining the party then?” she asked

“I loved it” she replied

“Good, so did I” Emma said and slipped her knickers off and put them on the table in front of Theresa, wet patch on display. 

“Now it’s your turn” Emma said and held her hand

“I’ve never done it before” she responded and then slithered off her chair.

In preparation she sat on the edge of the chair with her thighs spread wide and leant forward and rested on her elbows with her head down as if she was staring at her phone, and then she could feel Theresa’s breath caressing her wet minge before she hungrily consumed her.  

 

Theresa was smiling broadly when she crawled out from beneath the table and into her chair and then she picked up Emma knickers and wiped her face with them and blushed.

“I really wish I could kiss you right now” Theresa said

“Me too” Emma responded “Come to my room and you’ll get you wish”

“I can’t” she said “I have to find my husband”

“Why? He’ll be too drunk to satisfy you the way I can” Emma said

“I do love him though” Theresa said

“Yes, but he doesn’t make you feel the way you feel right now though does he” Emma pointed out and Theresa smiled

“Ok” she said and began pulling her skirt up

“What are you doing?” Emma asked

“I’m going to refasten my teddy” she replied

“No, just leave it” Emma said

“But…” she began

“I’m not putting my knickers back on” Emma said and put them in her handbag

“God I’m so hot right now” Theresa said “Really hot”

“Good, let’s get you upstairs before you go off the boil” Emma said

“Not much chance of that” Theresa said “But let’s hurry just in case”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (400) Christmas Family Fun

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 not everyone got to Sharpington on Friday, Molly Andrews, didn’t arrive until early Saturday morning, and the person she recognized, or thought she recognized, was her younger sister Olivia, but she knew she must be mistaken because she was in Abbotsford, she’d spoken to her only an hour earlier, so it couldn’t have been her.

 

But she was mistaken, because it was her sister Olivia, and the reason she had lied to Molly on the phone about being in Abbottsford was because at the time she was in Ash Patel’s room, and he had just been in her, and Ash was Molly’s fiancé.

Knowing that Molly wouldn’t be in Sharpington on Friday she made sure that she was, and she engineered a chance meeting with Ash and spun him a line about being stranded in town with nowhere to stay.

He offered to let her stay in his room for the night on one condition 

“No funny business” he said

“Ok” she agreed and stepped inside smiling broadly “no funny business”

So of course, there was funny business, lots of funny business.

 

When Molly got up to the room Ash was just leaving and after a very warm embrace he said “I was just going for a swim, I’ll wait while you get changed”

“I’m a bit tired” she replied “I think I’ll have a nap”

“Ok” he said and kissed her and while he squeezed one of her fleshy buttocks he added “I’ll wake you up in the usual way”

 

When he returned to the room three hours later, he found her asleep on the bed fully closed.

She was laying on her stomach with her feet on the pillows and her head partially hidden under the duvet at the foot of the bed.

Molly was a heavy sleeper so he knew he could do pretty much what he wanted with her before he woke her.

First of all, he got himself stripped off and ready for action then he approached her snoring body and lifted up the back of her pleated skirt to expose her cute arse, which he thought would look even cuter once he got her tights and knickers down, so that’s what he did. 

Then once her cute cheeks were naked, she gave each one a firm slap, and as they quivered, her head went deeper under the duvet as she wriggled and squirmed her way up onto her knees, presenting her buttocks to him again for more of the same, so he obliged her. 

 

Her black tights down were around her knees and her satin knickers were halfway down her thighs and the pleated skirt was up about her hips.

All of which left exposed her firm round buttocks still wearing the fresh red hands prints of an excellent spanking of her cute white globes had just received.

There was also a very stimulating audible squelching from Molly’s pussy which he was frigging with two fingers.

His double-digit ministrations elicited some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when his phone vibrated so he picked it up with his dry hand.

It was a message from Olivia, it read

“Hi Matthew, thanks for putting me up last night, and for putting it up me”

“No problem” he typed, with his spare hand, his fingers on the other still deep into Molly’s wetness, and hit send, a moment later it vibrated again,

“I suppose you’ll be putting it up my sister soon?” it read

“Oh yes any minute” he sent

“She’s a lucky cow” Olivia retorted

“Your time will come” he said, and she replied with

“I hope so”

“Your time will come soon” he promised

“So will you” she retorted with a smiley face

He dropped his phone and looked at Molly squirming, her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her and knew she was oblivious to the content of his conversation or even who it was with.

But the text conversation and Olivia’s salacious flirting had added to his already mounting arousal which her elder sister would soon benefit from. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (399) The Downshire Star (Christmas 1962)

 

The Downshire Star was a 4-6-2 standard gauge three-cylinder steam locomotive built at the Northchapel Works in 1933 which had all the romance of the Flying Scotsman and the grace and style of the Mallard.

It was a stunning sight liveried in the black and gold of the DCRN, Downshire County Railway Network, pulling the Prix Deluxe first-class coaches, dining carriage, and sleeper cars, as well as second and third class wagons, and it ran from Abbeyvale to all points North via Abbottsford, Finchbottom and Nettlefield.

In the dying days of the steam age John Cooper and Hayley Jeffrey were aboard a crowded carriage travelling from Northchapel to Abbottsford to do their Christmas shopping, and just being on a train made him horny, being on a train with Hayley made him even more so, and on that particular journey he had the mother of all erections.

Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to satisfy himself, by skewering her at the earliest opportunity, but their options were limited, even if time wasn’t against them and she hadn’t had her period.

“It’s a shame you’ve got the decorators in,”

“Especially when trains make you horny” she retorted lightly stroked the lump in his trousers and she just kept going, mile after mile.

He was close to creaming his y-fronts as the train pulled into Northchapel station, so they exited the carriage, which was uncomfortable for him, but she steered him to one side to wait for the crowd to disperse.

It was lashing down with rain and added to that there was a violent thunderstorm accompanying it and everyone scurried for cover and the exit,

“Come on” he said “All the cabs will be gone”

“But I think we need to deal with him first” she said

Out of sight of the main pack, she bundled him into the lady’s toilet and sat on the seat and unzipped his fly, tugged out his cock and took him in her mouth.

“That’s so good, gorgeous” he said

He was already in an advanced state of arousal before they got off the train, so when she began to perform on him so expertly, he was soon approaching the point of no return, and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she knew what she was going to do.

So as the Downshire Star pulled noisily out of Abbottsford station he exploded in her mouth.

“That was so good” he mused

“That was an early Christmas present” she corrected him

“So, I expect my Christmas Stocking to bulge as much as your oxford bags did”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (398) Christmas Party Double

 

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 for Trish Kelly and Tasha Cooper their plus ones weren’t arriving until the next day, but that didn’t bother them at all as they were also lovers and would taste Sappho’s delights that night and enjoy cock the following night after Jonathon Etherington and Neil Hardman arrived.

 

On Saturday the girls went out for lunch and when the returned they went upstairs to their suite and let themselves in and found Jon recumbent on the bed in a bathrobe.

“Where’s Neil?” Tasha asked.

“He’s running late” Jon replied “He shouldn’t be long”

“Well, we can’t wait” Trish said “We’ll just have to start without him”

So, after hello kisses they slipped off their coats and they were both wearing jeggings and jumpers,

They soon disposed of those and were down to their silk and lace lingerie, the redheaded Trish wore green, while the brunette Tasha was contained in pale yellow.

Apart from hair colour, they were also different body shapes, heights, breast sizes and complexion, but as they stood Infront of Jon there was one very distinct similarity between them, and that was their panties, because both pairs bore a distinctive dark patch, the size and shape of a two-pound coin.

Once they were down to their underwear they walked seductively to their positions on either side of the bed.

Trish instantly went for the prize and opened his robe and began to play with his cock, which was fully aroused, while Tasha, who had shed her bra, dangled her tits in his face and let him suck on one of her teats, then she withdrew it and let him suck the other, and when they were both misshaped and covered in saliva she joined her friend, who was still playing with his cock, and took it in her mouth.

A few minutes later they both stood up and Jonathon noticed the dark patches on their panties had spread considerably.

They quickly removed their wet knickers and did rock, paper, scissors to determine who went first.

Trish won so with a dirty chuckle she lowered her hot ginger pussy onto his waiting cock and Tasha’s settled her dark juicy treasure on his face.

Five minutes later, just as they were getting a nice rhythm going, the door opened, and Neil walked in.

“Oh, goody more cock” Tasha said as she climbed off Jon’s face.

   

After Trish and Tasha had been completely satisfied, the boys snuggled up for a post coital cuddle.

“We haven’t got time for cuddles” Trish said “We’ll be late for the party”

“Do we have to go?” Jon asked pathetically  

“Yes, we do” insisted Tasha “So hurry up and get dressed”

“I don’t think I’ll bother” Neil said disinterestedly

“Oh please” they begged

“But it’ll be boring” Jon said

“We have to go” Trish said

“Ok, on one condition” Neil conceded

“Anything” they chorused

“You have to wear each other’s wet knickers” he said

“But our knickers match our bras” Trish said

“And we can’t swap bra’s as we have different shaped titties” Tasha pointed out

“Don’t wear the bras then” Jon said

“So, you want me to go out to the party without a bra and wearing her wet knickers?” Trish stated

“Yes” they chorused

“You dirty, dirty boys” Trish replied and snatched the wet yellow lingerie out of Tasha’s hand, who then bent down and picked up the green pair and examined them.

“These are even wetter than mine” she said and giggled as she pulled them up.

“I feel really dirty” Trish said as she pulled the yellow panties up to cover her ginger bush, but she had a filthy leer on her face.

“You’ll feel even dirtier on the way back” Jonathon said

“Why?” they asked simultaneously

“Because you won’t be wearing any at all” he said

“Lovely” they both said and laughed dirtily

Choice Tales from the Vale – (397) Christmas Sibling Two

 

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 Lisa Griffith and her girlfriend Janet Owen had their eyes on their prey from the moment, they got out the car with them.

Once they were checked in Lisa got changed into her swimsuit as she had arranged to go swimming with Janet’s brother Josh, Janet said she didn’t want to go because she had a headache, but she didn’t, and as soon as the door closed, she got into her yellow one piece and wrapped a towel around her shoulders and headed towards the saunas, where she was going to surprise Lisa’s brother Eric.

Janet knew that by the time she reached the saunas her girlfriend Lisa would be wetting Josh’s balls.

She didn’t mind her getting a bit of cock, and she was pleased it was her brothers cock she was getting, but that said she was jealous which was why she was going after Eric’s cock.

 

As Janet walked through the changing rooms she got a tingle, she always did because she very much liked the idea that in any given cubicle there was only an inch of MDF separating her from either some well-endowed young stud drying his cock and balls or some nubile naked babe drying her young fanny.

 

So unsurprisingly her slightly more Mature pussy was quite moist when she reached the sauna, so she got out of her costume and wrapped a towel around her, tying it above her bust, then she took a seat on the bottom bench at the end of the room.

 

It was less than five minutes when her girlfriend’s brother, Eric Griffith, opened the door and stepped in.

As he turned his head in her direction, she let her towel fall away

“Hello Jan” he said dropping his towel and locking the door

“Hi Eric” she said with her eyes focused on the growing bulge in his swim shorts

“You’re pleased to see me then” she said

“We both are” he replied and before he had time to cast an appreciative eye over her naked figure, she pulled

down the front of his shorts and roughly grasped his cock and wrested in from its confines.

Then after a couple of tugs she took him in her mouth.

“Oh” he gasped and put one hand on the back of her head, his fingers threaded amongst the thick curly black hair, while the other caressed her bulging cheek,

Janet’s fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and tugging on him furiously and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock, while snorting through her nose as her mouth joined the busy little fingers in the rhythmic wanking.

“Oh Janet” he called as his buttocks clenched tight, he was so close now and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that he could hear, that she wasn’t going to stop, but as satisfying as that might be, her mouth wasn’t the orifice he wanted to shoot into, so he withdrew his saliva-soaked cock from her mouth and said

“No not like that, I want more than a blow job”

Eric sat down on the bench beside her with his cock standing perpendicular which he began to stroke

“Really?” she asked with a filthy leer on her face before she lowered her hot pussy on him and moaned as she penetrated herself.

Janet sought out hand holds between the slats of the bench behind him which gave her some purchase and enabled her to thrust her juicy lips onto him and she began moaning uncontrollably as she pumped her pussy on his shaft.

She was truly relishing her task as she pumped onto him again and again and with every deep penetration, she let out a grunt.

Janet was almost there, and her head was rolling wildly from side to side, and he knew he was on the threshold too and then she thrust down on his cock one more time and let out a long-satisfied moan as she went rigid and came and Eric finished inside her.

They stayed in that position for several minutes; both breathing hard and sweating in the warm steamy air.

Janet was the first to move as she panted

“God I really love saunas”

“Me too” Eric agreed as she slowly slid her sticky cunny off his shaft, causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

They sat on the bench awhile gathering themselves and then Janet put her costume back on, as he watched libidinously while she redressed, then pulled his shorts back up and said

“I’d like some more of that, how about you?”

“Yes please” she replied, and they sealed it with a k

 

They almost got caught when Lisa and Josh finally arrived in the changing rooms, about ten seconds after they left the sauna, so they got away with it.

She had to hold her towel in front of her crotch as a combination of cunny juice and spunk had soaked her costume.

“How’s your head babe?” Lisa asked and kissed Janet

“Much better thanks honey” she replied as she noticed the sodden patch on her crotch, then they all went for a swim.

 

Although that day was the first time they had sex, it was not to be the last occasion, nor was it the only time on that Christmas Party weekend.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (396) Christmas Sibling One

 

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 Lisa Griffith and her girlfriend Janet Owen had their eyes on their prey from the moment, they got out the car with them.

Once they were checked in Lisa got changed into her swimsuit, as she had arranged to go swimming with Janet’s brother Josh, Janet didn’t want to go because she had a headache.

She knocked on Josh’s door and he answered it wearing only his swim shorts and without even speaking she thrust her hand down his shorts and roughly grasped his cock and pushed him back into the room. 

This was a surprising turn of events for Josh, they had exchanged looks over the two years she had been living with his sister, but he never imagined they would get physical.

However, she had decided to take full advantage of their situation and he had no intention of preventing her. 

“So, what do you want to do now?” he asked as she tugged on him.

In response she let go of his erection long enough to completely remove her costume.

“Everything” she replied and took hold of him again.

“Are you sure?” he asked her

“Oh yes Josh” she replied and kissed him.

“Won’t Janet wonder where you are?” he asked feebly

“She’s got a headache” she replied and kissed him so he couldn’t speak again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (395) Christmas Vamp

 

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 for Sabina Trott the familiar face was sitting in the back seat of her car next to her best friend Ruby Smethwick, and it was her sister Molly.

Sabina had no idea until the night before that, Ruby was taking Molly as her plus one and after her initial joy she had to rethink her lingerie for the Christmas party weekend.

 

Sabina loved Molly Smethwick and had been wetting her finger over her since she was twelve but try as she might she hadn’t been able to divulge her feelings for her, despite the fact that she knew from Ruby that, although she hadn’t come out officially to the wider world, and was a virgin, Molly was definitely attracted to women.

 

On the journey from Dulcet on Willow to Sharpington Sabina got a distinct tingle in her loins with Molly in touching distance so she decided that it was make or break that weekend, she must either seduce and bed her crush or move on to pastures new.

 

Sabina was dressed in a Vampiress outfit which consisted of a full length high collared cloak, over a black thigh length black velvet dress, just long enough to cover her black stocking tops, and black ankle boots.

Her nails were painted black, her lips were blood red and her naturally black hair flowed onto her shoulders. 

Sabina looked at herself in the mirror when she was fully dressed and thought she looked very cute and distinctly finger-able, and when she got downstair and she made Molly blush, she thought she must have felt the same, at least she hoped so anyway. 

Although they were on the same table, they weren’t sitting next to each other, but they did exchange looks across the table, at the end of the meal they did sit together and sat for an hour talking and laughing.

Unfortunately, when Sabina asked Molly for a dance, she got very flustered and embarrassed and rushed off leaving Sabina sitting alone.

She poured herself another glass of wine and watched her best friend Ruby on the dance floor dancing with her brother Sebastian and they got up close and personal and they seemed to be really enjoying it, but at the end of the dance he excused himself and left, leaving Ruby scratching her head.

 

“I don’t understand it” Ruby said when she sat down next to Sabina “I know he was enjoying that dance, I could literally feel how much he was enjoying it”

“Urgh TMI” Sabina said

“But I’ve made it perfectly obvious how I feel” Ruby explained “He shouldn’t be in any doubt about how I feel”

“It’s no use using nuance, hints, subtlety or your womanly wiles on Seb, you need to do something to get his attention that will be like a slap in the face” Sabina said “and now I need to go and practice what I preach”

The two friends hugged and kissed, and Sabina left Ruby sitting at the table and after a short pitstop at her own room she went and knocked on Molly’s door.

The door opened and Molly stood there in her dressing gown, Sabina didn’t want to give her time to think so with time being of the essence Sabina took the initiative and threw open her cloak to reveal her nakedness, save for her stockings and suspenders and Molly’s eyes widened as they hungrily consumed Sabina’s ample titties and luscious hairy bush, then Sabina pushed her gently but firmly into her room and closed the door behind them, before releasing the belt on her dressing gown and making love to the virgin Molly.