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 Sarah Walpole it she who had been
recognised by Andrew Stacey as she walked to the Hotel with her boyfriend Ian
Staddon.
His heart soared when
he saw her, even though he knew she was going to be there, but the reason he
was so elated was because he loved her, he always had, and he always would,
which was sad really because she didn’t love him, because if she did, she
wouldn’t have gone to the party with Ian Staddon.
He had hoped that she
might go alone, and he might finally pluck up the courage to tell her how he
felt, so on the night of the party he spent the night watching her from afar,
he was also watching on as they argued and left the party early.
At breakfast the next
morning there was no sign of Sarah or Ian among the weary hungover diners, but
later he overheard two of Sarah’s friends talking about a big argument between
her and Ian and the latter having left the Hotel after the row.
He hung around
reception most of the morning but there was no sign of her, so he decided to go
upstairs to make sure she was ok.
He knocked on the door
and got no answer, so he knocked once more and still there was no answer, so he
waited a minute and knocked again, and he was beginning to think she wasn’t
there, but then he heard the faintest response
“Ok I’m a coming”
The door opened and
Sarah stood there leaning against the wall and she was naked apart from a pair
of lace topped black stockings, matching suspender belt and a wry smile on her
lovely face.
“Good morning
sunshine” he said
“Is it?” she replied
without opening her eyes, before turning around going back towards the bed.
Andrew followed her
in, his eyes fixed on her cute naked arse as it wiggled in unison with her
uneven gait, on her way to the bed.
Her Betty Boop dress
and her underwear were discarded on the floor next to two empty wine bottles on
the floor.
She climbed onto the
bed and propped herself up against the headboard and sat with her knees drawn
up in front of her, with elbows rested on them, and her hands pushed her
beautiful thick chestnut brown hair off her forehead away from her bleary eyes.
He sat down on the end
of the bed, so he was looking straight at her and was very grateful, the view was wonderous, her pert breasts surmounted
by perfect deep pink nipples arousing nicely in the cool room.
But as beautiful as
her tits were, his eyes were soon drawn to the glorious thicket that was the
coarse triangle of brunette hair that extended to their fullest extent either
side of her lips.
“Where’s Ian?” he
asked
“He’s gone” she said
sadly
“What already?” I
asked
“He went last night”
she replied coldly “he dumped me”
“What? he shagged you
and then dumped you?”
“No, he dumped me and didn’t
shag me” she said in disbelief “I got all kitted out for him as well”
“I can see that babe”
he said
“What?” she asked and
screwed up her face in a puzzled expression as she tried to decipher his words.
Sarah then opened her
eyes to their fullest extent and looked at him for clarification, so he stood
up so she could see her reflection in the mirror, in order to answer her
enquiry and as her eyes finally focused on the image her state of undress
suddenly dawned on her.
“Oh God” she exclaimed
and shut her thighs like a bear trap and scrambled for the duvet
“You bastard” she
shouted “Why didn’t you tell me I was naked”
“Are you kidding me?”
he said “and pass up the chance to see a gorgeous girl’s treasures”
He realized the
moments the words left his lips that he had shown his hand but hoped she
wouldn’t have noticed as she was so hung over.
Her treasures were now
well and truly buried beneath the duvet and the only visible parts of her were
her bright red face above it, and her stocking covered toes, peeping out from
below.
“Since when did you
think I was gorgeous anyway?” she asked from the safety of her hiding place.
“What do you mean?” he
said cursing himself for letting his guard down, apparently, she wasn’t as hung
over as she appeared
“You said you wouldn’t
pass up the chance to see a gorgeous girl’s treasures” she said, “so when did
you start thinking I was gorgeous?”
That was a question he
was never in his wildest dreams expected to be asked.
“Since forever” he
replied
“Then my gorgeous
treasures are all yours” she said and threw off the duvet.
