DECEMBER RESPITE

 

It was a cold and grey December day

With a biting wind that took your breath away

My errands run I headed towards the pub

Where I took refuge in the saloon bar

I made myself comfortable beside the fire

And prepared to get on the outside of a large brandy

My eyes were drawn to the centre of the room

Where sat a striking strawberry blonde

She was sitting with her legs crossed

A pen in one hand a drink in the other

She was concentrating on something

A crossword clue or perhaps a Sudoku

And her bottom lip pursed slightly downward

Almost like a wilting pink rose petal

Then her eye kind of crinkled up

That combined with a slight inclination of her head

Gave me the impression she was confused

I assumed over what she was studying

Then I noticed a flash of golden light in her hair

As if her strawberry curls had ignited

But a shaft of sunlight had burst through the grey December skies

And I realised the sun had made her squint

This in turn screwed up her nose

Then caused her to sneeze

And she sneezed quite indelicately

Then again and again

This fit of sneezing had an added interest to me

As apart from the obvious effects

The shaft of sunlight had rendered her blouse transparent

And each sneeze caused her breasts to rearrange themselves

Within her non-existent blouse

And her sneezing fit had taken on a more sensual quality

But alas all too soon the sneezing stopped

But I’m pleased to say her breathing had not

And I watched with fascination

As with each subsequent breath she took 

Her breasts reshaped themselves inside her bra

She was blissfully unaware that her blouse was now translucent

And that each adjustment she made to her straps

Served only to more sharply define her assets

But all good things must come to an end

And thanks to a thoughtless cloud

The sunlight was snuffed out

It had been a most pleasant respite

Studying her most wondrous topography

It’s amazing how the little things in life

Can brighten up the dullest of winter days

It may have been an un-gentlemanly thing to do

Ungallant I suppose not to have averted my gaze

But she only had herself to blame

On a cold and grey December day

She should have been wearing a vest

Choice Tales from the Vale – (409) Soliciting a Trolley Dolly

 Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills Nation Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south, to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north but our story begins in the West, to the south of Northchapel, in the beautiful village of Chapel Hill.

There was an expanse of green at the centre of the village complete with duckpond and a weeping willow tree.

On the north side of the green was the pub, The Woodcutters Tavern and attached to the side of the pub there was a Stephenson’s general store and post office, across the green from the pub was the Church, St Peter’s, with the vicarage to one side and a row of shops ran alongside the road on the West of the green, Buckley’s Greengrocer and Fruiterers, Boddington’s Butchers, Harvey’s Pharmacy, Bizzie Lizzie Florists, Mazzone’s Hairdressers, Harrisons Hardware and Addison’s Bakery, and was also the home of Solicitor Nick Swann who had been eagerly waiting for his Cabin Attendant fiancé Lena Gretton to return home from Brussels for Christmas, but due to bad weather her flight was delayed for 24 hours.

So, when she did finally arrive, she was all over him like a rash.

They had ended up kissing on the sofa when Lena’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free of his waistband, then with great urgency she pulled herself upright, so she was seated in front of him as her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons, and when she had accomplished her task, she almost ripped the shirt off his back.

Then those trembling hands were on Nick’s flesh, and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.

Meanwhile he had one hand on the zip of her dress and tugged it down without ceremony while his other hand pulled the dress off her shoulder, reluctantly she released her grip on his torso long enough to allow her dress to fall to her waist, quickly wriggling her arms free of the sleeves, they returned to their previous task.

Her kissing became more intense as Nick turned his attention to her bra and released the fastener between the cups and replaced the pink lace with his hands, and she snorted though her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipples.  

Nick pushed her backwards onto the sofa and broke his lips away from her mouth and quickly transferred his affections to her dark pink teats sucking on them like a hungry child, as his hand began its trek along the inside of her thigh, only the 70-denier fabric of her pink stocking between him and the silky skin of her inner thigh.

But as his hand crept ever-higher up Lena’s firm thighs and he reached her stocking top, her thighs opened and closed in anticipation and she moaned quietly as her buttocks squirmed on the sofa, her breaths becoming deep and erratic.

Nick reached Shangri-La and could feel the heat from her pussy and as he looked down at her she was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, she was biting her lip and pulling her hair, so he returned to her breasts, which were rising and falling, and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest.

Nick stopped sucking on her tits again, choosing instead to watch her as he reached the heart of her fire and he fingered her though her pink panties, the fabric slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream oozed through the silk, and as Lena wriggled beneath his hand she moaned like a whore.

Lena’s hands gripped the edges of the sofa until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths, and she cried out in orgasm.

Nick reached up under her dress with both hands to remove her knickers she obliged him by lifting her arse off the sofa, the pink lace rolled easily off her buttocks he then pulled the wet knickers all the way off one leg, and holding that leg by the ankle he began kissing her all the way down her leg so he could give her a thorough muffing, but he only got as far as the back of her knee when she shouted

“Oh God I’m ready Nick, please don’t make me wait,” she begged

So, he hurriedly undid his trousers and bared his throbbing cock, and her legs were spread wide to receive him, a neatly clipped triangle of brunette pussy hair pointing the way towards the dewy pink lips of her waiting cunny.

He slid his hands down her outer thighs until he had a buttock in each hand and then thrust his cock into her grateful cunt, which was like wearing a warm sheath of liquid velvet, and Lena let out a low animal growl, which excited him greatly.

With each successive length he gave her she exhaled a low animal grunt, then Lena’s legs were around him and the grunts were turning to squeals and yelps.

Writhing and wriggling and when the strokes shortened, squeals turned to moans

Quicker and quicker, more urgent, and more guttural, more animal,

Faster and faster, Louder, and louder

Then crescendo and Lena’s whole body seemed to be in spasm beneath him as he pulsed and twitched his seed into her.

He fell forward and her arms went round him like a sprung trap, and she kissed him wetly on the mouth, which he reciprocated.

Nick was about to withdraw from her cunny when she begged

“No don’t take it out yet,”

So, he obliged her, and they just lay there erotically entwined.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (408) Christmas Seeing To

 

On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel, and at the beginning of December Mike Oliver was still getting ready to go out when there was a knock on the door and when he opened it, he found local vet and fuck buddy, Sue Mazzone, standing there and she was looking flustered.

“I need a favour” she pleaded

“You’d better come in then” he responded and led her into the lounge

“What’s up?” he asked

“My sister is driving me mad” Sue explained

Terri Quinlan was recently divorced and was staying with Sue for a few weeks, following the sale of the marital home, and needed to stay with Sue until she could move into her new flat.  

“She’s depressed and crying one minute, snappy, and bad tempered the next” she explained “She’s argumentative, uncooperative and unpredictable, I’m spending all my time walking on eggshells”

“So how can I help?” he asked

“By giving her a good seeing to” Sue said

“I’d rather be seeing to you” he retorted

“So would I” she agreed “But I’m still out of action with a blood injury”

“What makes you think it’s what she wants?” he asked

“Well, she’s always fancied you” Sue pointed out “But she’s also as horny as hell, she hasn’t had sex in the two years since she split with Rod”

“She may still not be up for it” he said

“Oh, please do it for me” she begged

“Well, she is the fit one in the family” he said

“Cheeky bastard” Sue exclaimed “So will you, do it?”

 

Mike was pleased to hear that Terri had always fancied him because he was not joking when he said she was the fit one in the family because he’d always wanted to split her whiskers, not because he fancied her per se, but because Terri was the straight-laced, goody two shoes, with her put on posh accent, who would never have let him do the things that Sue did.

So, when he agreed to service Sue’s sister, what he actually had in mind to do was sully and debase her.

 

Mike knocked on the door of Sue’s cottage and after a few minutes it was opened by a red eyed Terry Quinlan.

She was unmistakably Sue’s sister, just two years older, six inches taller and a dress size smaller.

“Hi Terri, Sue asked me to pop round….” He began, but she grabbed him by his lapels and pulled him into the sitting room, quickly removed his coat, before pushing him back onto the sofa.   

Terri sat down facing him, perching on his knees, legs astride him, unzipped his fly and tugged out his cock, which she toyed with roughly and then she kissed him.

 

As pleasurable as that was, it wasn’t how he wanted the afternoon to go, so he pushed her off and got up.

“I was enjoying that Mike”

“So was I” he said with his erect cock protruding from his fly.

“But I have other plans for you”

Then he picked up his coat and took the red silk ropes out of the pocket and held them up to show her.

“Are you going to restrain me Mike?” she said and giggled

“Are you game?” he asked

“Oh yes, tie me down and punish me” Terri said

Sue’s cottage wasn’t very large and nor was her little sitting room, so she only had room for a two-seater sofa and an armchair, which didn’t match.

The sofa she bought from the Red Cross and the chair she inherited from her gran.

“Good” he said and grabbed her arm and marched her behind the armchair, so she had her back to him.

“Oh yes be rough with me Mike”

“Take your top off” he barked

“Gosh you’re so masterful” she said but eagerly complied

“And the bra” he ordered and again she complied

“What now master?” she asked and in response he quickly yanked her leggings and pants off her buttocks and quite violently tipped her forwards over the back of the leather chair, so she pivoted on it at the waist which made her scream.

Then using the silk ropes, he tied her wrists to the front legs of the chair.

The he returned to the back of the chair and roughly removed her shoes and completed the removal of her leggings and drawers.

So, her magnificent long naked legs were left dangling over the chair back and didn’t even reach the floor.

Then he tied her ankles, one at a time to the chairs back legs.

So, she was completely naked and securely trussed and Mike still had his erect cock pointing out his fly so he thought it was a good time to strip himself, then he thought he would enjoy his handiwork and looked at her bent over the chair and she looked nicely moist, and he thought about noshing her, he liked a good nosh but thought no, later maybe.

So, Mike slapped her arse instead which made a very satisfactory sound and left a lovely bright red handprint.

“Oh yes punish me Mike” she squealed so he slapped her again

“Oh yes spank me Mike” she begged

“Hmmm spank me harder” she screeched so he slapped again and again,

“Spank me faster” she shouted, and he slapped her very hard

“That’s it” he said and walked round and grabbed her by the hair pulling her head up so she could see him.

“Stop giving me fucking instructions, I know what I’m doing” he said and then stuck his cock in her mouth.

“Chomp on that for a bit and give my ears a rest”

It crossed his mind to just fuck her in the skull and get out of there or go and get a tit wank off Sue.

Instead, he withdrew from her mouth, and he heard her slurp, and she dribbled some saliva on the chair.

“Dirty cow” he said

“Yes, I am dirty Mike” she said, “Punish me”

Her normal posh plummy tones had gone, and she sounded more like an Eastenders actress.

“I said no instructions” he snapped and went back in her mouth again and gave her five good deep-throated lengths, then Mike pulled it out of her gob again and she slurped and dribbled again, before he went back behind her and pushed two fingers into her cunny and frigged her quite savagely.

“Spank me Mike,” she begged “Please spank me”

“You’re not getting the message, are you?” he shouted and got two fingers well and truly greased up with her cum and screwed them both up her anus and she let out a sharp yell when they first went into her but then she was just panting hard through clenched teeth.

Mike smiled with satisfaction and thought “try barking out orders through gritted teeth Terri darling.”

So, while he frigged her arse hole with two fingers of his right hand, he inserted two fingers of his left up her cunny hole and rubbed her clit with his thumb simultaneously and the effect on her made it look like she was having a fit or something.

She was arching her back, her long legs were jerking, her whole body was drenched in sweat, and she was almost howling like a wolf through her gritted teeth, so he redoubled his efforts on her behalf and frigged her harder and harder until she did something he’d never been a party to before, he’d heard about it, he’d seen videos of it, but he’d never actually seen it.

She squirted, in fact she squirted rather a lot, and it came out of her like a jet from a fountain, her cunny looked like the Mannequin Pis.

So, he withdrew from both orifices as she continued dripping her juices onto the carpet.

However, after about a minute she said

“Oh, Mike that was wonderful”

The she started with the orders again

“Now do this”

“Now do that”

So, he picked up her pink knickers and wiped his fingers very thoroughly on them and then wiped her hole, before walking around the chair and grabbed her by the hair again

“You need to stop giving me instructions, ok?”

She nodded

“Now I just made you squirt like a fountain; you’ve never done that before, have you?”

She shook her head

“So why in the name of Venus would I need you to tell me what to do?”

“Sorry Mike” she said

“Right, open your mouth wide”

She quickly obliged expecting him to give her his cock again but instead he poked the soiled panties in her mouth and gagged her, then he picked up one of her flat shoes and right in front of her face smacked it hard on his palm, and her eyes widened like saucers.

So, he returned to her arse end and with the shoe in his right hand, raised it and began her punishment.

He made sure to spread his blows to ensure the colour and pain were well distributed and he gave her eight or ten strokes, and then she came, though she didn’t squirt this time, but she was definitely oozing.

It was now time for him, he had a bit of a ball ache and a decent erection, so he plugged in and fucked her hard.

Banging her harder and harder until the chair moved, he didn’t have any worries about satisfying her, he would just fuck her until he shot his load, and when he was on the very precipice of ejaculation, he pulled out of her slobbering cunny and he spaffed his seed all over her purple buttocks.

He was panting quite hard and leant against the door momentarily to catch his breath and he could see his cum dripping off her red and purple cheeks and dribbling down her thighs.

He walked round and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up so she could see him and removed her pants.

“Open” he said and then stuck his cock in her mouth.

“Suck me clean” he demanded

After he pulled out again and she dribble on the chair once more and then he got dressed as he looked at her lying sluttish-ly bent over the chair then he slapped her hard on the arse one more time and left.

 

Half an hour later Sue opened her front door and went into the sitting room and was greeted by the image of sister naked, sopping, and spent form draped over the leather chair like a slutty rag doll, with purple cum covered buttocks.

“Wow” she said and giggled “Have you had fun sis?”

I FOUND HER SITTING IN MY STUDY

 

I found her sitting in my study

And she was completely in the nuddy

So given the delicate situation

I exploited her infatuation

And as the church bells rang

We started Christmas with a bang

Choice Tales from the Vale – (407) Captivated Christmas

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the small village of Oxley Ridge.

The Oxley’s were a popular destination for visitors all year round, including corporate events and outward-bound courses, and the visitors were very important to the local economy, from hospitality and supplies, to guides and instructors.

On the outskirts of the village there was an Outdoor Pursuit Centre, with a shop, Café, and an accommodation block. 

And at one end there was the staff accommodation block similar in design to university student accommodation but much smaller.

There were four rooms per unit, sharing a kitchen, seating area and bathroom.

While the Administration block contained offices, storerooms, and a common room, with comfortable chairs, where staff can sit around and relax, drink coffee, and watch TV or just sit around talking.

Matthew Irving was a few weeks short of his twenty third birthday as Christmas approached and as he was a single man with no family he always volunteered to work over Christmas, and although he only lived in Oxley Green, he chose to stay in the staff block as the road between the villages was prone to closures in the worst of the winter.

Christmas was normally quieter than normal but that didn’t mean that everyone stayed home drinking eggnog, that year however he expected fewer visitors than usual because of the deteriorating weather, but as he was also a Mountain Rescue volunteer, he didn’t expect his yuletide to be exactly quiet.

It was late when he parked the car outside the staff block, the unit was in darkness when he arrived although there were cars parked outside.

He moved his stuff into his room and got settled and went to the kitchen to make himself a drink and knew that there was at least one other occupied room because there was a dirty mug in the sink.  

He made himself a coffee and when he’d finished it, he put it in the sink with the other one and went to bed.

 

The next morning when he woke up, he could hear the shower running which confirmed that he wasn’t alone but when he looked out the window, he saw it was snowing hard,

“I guess I’ll be reading a lot today” he said to himself

 

When he heard the shower turn off, he put his book down and picked up his towel and wash bag and opened his door just as the bathroom door opened and he knew the identity of his fellow inhabitant, and his heart sank, because coming out of the bathroom wrapped in towels was Alicia Willmott.

Alicia was only Sixteen and had only worked there since May and she had followed him around with puppy dog eyes all through the Summer but he always gave her the brush off, not that he didn’t find her attractive, and he was well aware of her sexuality, as was she because when she wasn’t following him around she was flirting with him outrageously and quite expertly.
At the time he resisted all the flaunting and flirting because he already had a steady girlfriend so he tried his best to ignore her.
“Hello Matthew” she said “Good luck keeping me at arm’s length this time” 

Then she walked cockily to her room.

“We’ll see about that” He wanted to say but she was too quick for him

 

Living up to his unheard statement proved to be easier unsaid than done when she spent most of the day parading around in her scanties, flirting, and flaunting and as she was extremely fit, she flaunted what she had very well, so he weakened.

He tried to resist, he tried to distract himself, but there was a blizzard blowing outside, they were the only two people in their block and she was young and gorgeous, and Matthew knew Alicia was up for it, and he was now horny. 

 

It happened after lunch, he heard her door open, and he guessed she was heading to the kitchen, so he stripped off and freshened up before wrapping a towel around his middle and opened the door.

He was wrong about where she was headed because she was just leaving the bathroom wearing only white silk underwear, matching camisole and knickers, a thought briefly crossed his mind about the practicality of such underwear for hill walking.

He dismissed the thought and walked towards her, she smiled and walked slowly into her bedroom, and he followed wearing only a towel.

Alicia was stood with her back to him and she knew she had him.
He walked up behind her and dropped his towel before wrapping his arms around her and Alicia slipped her arms over his and as she leant back into him, hugging her back his loins responded immediately and his erection was quickly digging into her back.
Matthew inclined his head and leant over and kissed her, Alicia responded immediately and their tongues explored each other’s mouths vigorously.
They stood in that embrace squeezing each other tightly for some time as his arousal grew and Alicia was hot and wet.
Matthew then released his grip on her and rested his hands lightly on her waist as he moved slowly onto his knees.

Alicia visibly trembled as he hooked his fingerers inside the waist band of her drawers and pulled her silk knickers down over her slim hips, which slipped down with great ease against her silky skin and over her tight young cheeks, as she wasn’t amply proportioned, they tumbled quickly down to her ankles.
Matthew kissed the small of her back, his lips brushing gently across her skin, and she trembled as he fondled her perfect round cheeks.

He stood up effortlessly and his hands settled on her narrow hips and then as he nuzzled her neck they moved across her soft flat belly before they slipped upwards beneath her camisole and cupped her firm little breasts and teased her nipples to erection.
Matthew kissed the nape of her neck while still caressing her breasts and then he whispered in her ear and Alicia pulled her camisole off over her head.
Completely naked and blushing she turned to look at him and he kissed her mouth eagerly then he pushed her gently forward so she could kneel on the bed.

He relinquished his old on her plump tits with their stiff proud peaks and moved his hands back to her hips and bent her over at the waist, she was like putty in his hands and totally compliant, he could have done anything he wanted to her, which he was about to do.

But first he knelt behind her again and smiled as he admired her pristine pink pussy, her lips were parted and wet, very very wet but he resisted the temptation to lick them, maybe he would do that another day, instead he fingered her juicy young cunny until she was ready for him, which didn’t take long.

Standing behind her he teased her wet lips with the tip of his throbbing erection before thrusting firmly into her.

Alicia gasped, first in pain as he broke her hymen and then again in pleasure as he thrust again, more deeply.
Her taught young body ebbed and flowed with the steady rhythm of his penetrations, until she came noisily once, twice, three times and collapsed onto the bed.

“I knew I’d get you” she said when he withdrew from her juicy cunny.
Matthew then bent down and kissed the small of her back and picked up her panties and threw them onto the bed next to her panting body
“I’m glad you got the chance” he said and gave her cheek a slap

“It was lucky we were here together when the snow hit”

Alicia raised her head to look at him and said

“I can’t take credit for the blizzard, but the rest was all me”

“What do you mean?” Matthew asked

“I got Claire to roster us on together, and to make sure we were alone in a block together” she confessed

“Well, I suggest you roster your horny arse into my bed” he said and went back to his room

Five minutes later Alicia arrived in his room wearing Christmas PJ’s, Matthew thought she looked cute, but his eyes were drawn to the crotch of her bottoms which were already sporting a wet patch.

She spent the rest of the day in his room, and he spent it in her.

 

They almost got caught when the storm broke and the next roster turned up as they had fallen asleep in his bed, but they got away with it.

Although that day was the first time, they had sex it was not the last occasion, nor the last time that Christmas.

And nor was that Christmas the last time that Alicia and Matthew got dirty together, they never became a couple, but they did regularly couple during the following years because they became fuck buddies.

PETER PAN’S FAVOURITE PLACE TO DINE

 

Peter Pans favourite place to dine

Is not somewhere hip and trendy

His favourite place to eat out

Has always been Wendy’s

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (406) Looking After Becky

 

At thirty-three years old Frank Burrell had let himself go a bit physically, there was certainly more of him than there was when he married his wife, Becky.

However, despite that he could still satisfy her on a Saturday night, but that was the problem, from Beck’s point of view anyway, after 12 years of marriage they only did it on a Saturday night or on high days and holidays and Becky needed more high days than Frank was giving her.

So, when Frank suggested they take in a lodger she was all for it.

Frank was a Police Sergeant with the traffic division and worked odd shifts, so he liked the idea of having someone about the place when he was on nights, and as it turned out so did Becky.

So, although their lodger Reece Stead wasn’t a particularly good-looking guy, nothing special, but he was ok looking though, but more importantly he was young and physically fit and that was what Becky was interested in, she wasn’t looking for love, she already had a man she loved, what she wanted was pure lust.

So, for her the benefit of having a lodger was that when Frank was working she had a permanently horny young cock sleeping in the spare room.