A GIFT FOR MARIA

 

A young man called Paul

Wanted to buy a present

For his new sweetheart Maria

As a Christmas present

 

As they’d not been dating

For a very long duration

He decided to purchase

After careful consideration

A nice pair of gloves
striking the right note

Not too romantic or personal

So the gloves got his vote

 

Accompanied by Maria’s sister

He went to Harrods and bought

A dainty pair of white gloves

“She will like these” he thought

 

Maria’s sister Susan bought

A pair of panties for herself

But during the wrapping

An error was made on the shelf

 

The assistant mixed up

The gloves and the panties

The sister got the gloves

And Maria got the scanties

 

Without checking Paul sealed

The package along with a note

And sent it to his sweetheart

And this is what he wrote

Dear Maria, I chose these

As I noticed my darling

That you don’t wear any

When we go out in the evening.

 

If not for your sister Susan

I would have got long ones

The type with the buttons,

But Susan wears short ones

That are easier to remove.

They are a delicate shade,

But the shop assistant
where the purchase was made

Showed me the pair she has

That she’d been wearing
and were hardly soiled

After three weeks wearing 

I had her try yours on for me

And she looked really chic

Even though they were

Tight on her a little bit.

 

She told me that her pair

Helps to keep her ring

Clean and shiny, and in fact

And this is interesting

Since she’d begun wearing them.

It hadn’t needed washing

 

I really hope you like them

And wish I were there with you

To put them on you Maria
for the first time I really do

 

As no doubt many other hands

Will have touched them

Before I see you again

Remember when you remove them

To blow into them before

Putting them away and drying 

As they will naturally be

A little damp from wearing

 

Just think how many times

My lips will kiss them
during the coming year.

I hope you will wear them

For me on Friday night
All my love Paul till then

 

P.S. The latest style

Which appears to be growing

Is to wear them folded down

With a little fur showing

Choice Tales from the Vale – (412) Christmas Lodger

 

The village of Highfinch sits just on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills and the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separates the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, and the combination of those two and Kingfisherbridge made up the parish of St Martins and it was in Lily Green where twenty-nine-year-old divorcee Rachel Ashworth still lived in the marital home.

She considered herself very lucky to be living in the place that she loved, but it was a struggle financially, so she had to take in a lodger.

The first one only lasted a couple of months but her replacement,

Bella Sindall, had been with her for three.

She was a quiet studious girl, pretty and blonde, just out of college who worked with Rachel at the Golf Club.

When December came around it dawned on her that she was fast approaching Christmas with no significant other in her life for the first time for many years.

Rachel was still an attractive woman, very attractive most would say, and apart from the “significant other” aspect had had needs which weren’t being met.

So, she started dating again, blind dates mainly, and usually disastrous, and it was after one particularly disastrous date that Rachel arrived home early and almost caught Bella laying on the sofa fingering herself, but Rachel was a bit too noisy as she opened the front door which gave the girl a chance to pull her jeans up.

But Rachel was certain sure she had been flicking herself off and found herself wishing she’d been a bit quieter with the front door.

 

The next day she had the day off and was having a tidy up after Bella had left for work, and as she plumped the cushions on the sofa, she made an interesting discovery, a pair of her dirty knickers, which she was certain she had put in the wash the previous morning.

Rachel immediately thought that the previous nights near miss and the unearthing of her dirty panties had to be connected and got so hot at the images in her head that she to flick herself off.

 

Rachel lay semi recumbent on the sofa with her clothing in total disarray and her digits still between her lips with a smug expression on her face and a salacious plan in her head.

The first part of the plan was to bait the trap, which she did by wiping her sticky lips with her pink panties and putting them in her wash bin.

The second part was to text Bella and tell her that she had a date that evening.

Then it was time to bring out the artillery, her best and hottest black silk and lace ensemble, black stockings, and suspenders, all beneath a black cocktail dress.

She heard Bella arrive home while she was taking extra care with her hair and makeup so she could optimise the impact so that when she appeared downstairs Bella would be blown away.

“How do I look?” she asked almost casually    

“Wow you look stunning” Bella said

“Are you doing something special?”

“I do hope so” Rachel thought to herself but out loud she said

“No just dinner”

“Well, he’s a very lucky man” she said

Rachel spent longer than usual getting out the door as she wanted to give Bella every opportunity to drink in the vision of her in her finery and crossing and recrossing the lounge also wafted her expensive perfume around the room, although she wasn’t sure that was the scent that Bella was interested in.

She also did a lot of bending over and even lifted the hem of her dress and adjusted her stocking right Infront of her to great effect, the pleasure on her face was palpable.

When Rachel was quite sure she’d tempted and teased her lodger enough she picked up her bag and keys and said goodbye.

“Have a nice time” Bella said

Rachel slammed the front door behind her but instead of getting in the car she crept around the side of the house and re-entered via the kitchen door.

She put her bag down and slipped off her shoes and tiptoed across the kitchen and quietly into the dining room to the half open door that led to the lounge and waited for the show to start and after the very noticeable effect she had on the lodger she didn’t think it would be long, and sure enough as she peered through the crack in the door Bella was just returning from the wash bin with Rachel’s soiled knickers, the pink ones from that morning, with her cum on and the red from the night before.

She made herself comfortable on the sofa and closed her eyes as she held Rachel’s soiled silk panties to her nose, and she could clearly hear her soft approval as Bella breathed in Rachel’s intimate odour.

And then she began touching herself through her clothes, but Rachel’s pre departure performance had got her so worked up that within seconds she was pushing her jeans up her thighs and she had her hand inside her navy-blue knickers and her pleasure was audibly expressed.

Rachel couldn’t remember the last time she was so hot, so she soon found her hand rubbing at her own pussy as she watched the young blonde pleasuring herself.

Being so excited at what she was watching and being considerably more experienced than her lodger at the art of masturbation, Rachel very soon brought herself to climax, so she quietly undressed while still watching the erotic display of Bella’s diddling.

When Rachel stepped out of her panties, she picked them up and wiped her wet pussy with them making sure every drop of her pungent juice was on the black silk and when she saw Bella’s body jerk in orgasm, she made her move.

Bella was not however satisfied and carried on her ministrations as she lay on the sofa with her eyes closed and still holding Rachel’s pink lingerie to her cheek with the soiled crotch over her nose and mouth as she breathed in her sour bouquet.

Rachel stepped silently into the lounge, naked except for the black stockings that Bella enjoyed so much earlier and stopped beside the sofa and idly fingered her pussy as she looked down on her as she moaned and sighed into Rachel’s knickers.  

“These ones are fresher” she said holding out her black pants.

Bella opened her eyes and gasped, firstly because she had been discovered masturbating and then again when she noticed Rachel was naked and was touching herself intimately.

“Or perhaps you would prefer the source” she suggested and leant over the lodger so she could bury her face in Rachel’s minge.

 

Rachel never went out on a date again after that night as she didn’t need to go out anymore to have her needs met, because she had Bella on tap, and by Christmas they were each other’s significant other.

Bella never stopped her panty sniffing and Rachel still spied on her when she masturbated.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (411) Christmas Thank You

 

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 its where Mike Oliver and his fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived and it was a couple of days after Mike Oliver had given Terri Quinlan a good seeing to at the behest of her sister, Sue and there was a knock on his door.

“Hi Mike” she said, “guess who’s back in the game”

She was referring to the fact that she had been out of the game due to her period.

“You’d better come in” he said

“Terri still can’t sit down very comfortably” Sue said

“Sorry about that” he said

“Don’t be, she loved every minute of it” Sue replied “She’d like to do it again” 

“Would she?”

“She would” Sue replied “Once the bruises have gone obviously”

“And what do you think about that?” Mike asked

“I don’t mind, she’s been a joy to live with since you tied her up, spanked her black and blue and did God knows what to her” she said and then after a pause she asked

“Did you really make her squirt?”

“I did” he confirmed

“Lucky cow” she said, “anyway I’ve got a thank you gift, would you like to see it?”

“I would” he replied so she stood up and took her coat off and revealed his gift, which was her dressed in black lingerie.

Her ensemble consisted of a Black silk and lace camisole with matching Cami knickers, black stockings, and not hold ups, proper stockings, and suspenders, and four-inch stilettos.

“What do you think?”

“Very nice indeed” he said lustily “Now I think I’d like to unwrap it”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (357) Christmas Altercation

 

In the small but thriving English county of Downshire, people go about the tasks of their everyday existence in ways that range from the mundane to the extraordinary, as their forebears had done for centuries before, in the varied and diverse landscape, from 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, to the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and the short but beautiful coastline to the east.

But it’s in the beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles

situated to the west of the old market town of Abbeyvale, where the participants of this tale find themselves, at the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa, and in mid-December the Hotel was dressed for Christmas.

Whereas Twenty-five-year-old receptionist Morella Garcia was dressed for lust, and she was very lusty indeed.

She was a tall and slender brunette with an ample bosom and was well equipped for lust, and her beauty combined with a complexion that betrayed her Spanish heritage meant that she was not often overlooked but was regularly looked over. 

Morella liked two things in life more than anything, they were in no particular order, horny men and hot women, and she liked her men hard, and her women wet.

She loved sex and always had, and she made no secret of the fact, and Morella had been enjoying it since losing her virginity when she was 13, and she had never gone short since.

However, if she was unable to avail herself of cock or cunny, she had an array of toys and accoutrements to satisfy her immediate needs, and she employed them very well.

Of course, working as the night shift receptionist, she had many more opportunities to exorcise her lust, because she wasn’t fussy.  

Apart from her bisexuality and being equally happy being satisfied by either gender, Morella also had no preferential “type” she didn’t care about race, creed, colour, body shape, or hair colour.

She liked the tall, short, fat, thin, athletic or couch potato, Morella would extract every ounce of pleasure out of any candidate she might choose, nor was she averse to multiple partners.

 

As Christmas fast approached, she found opportunities hard to come by so had to get by with a little harmless flirting and a lot of masturbation.

But one day as she was nearing the end of her shift her first-class flirting got her into an altercation which led to a reward.

The flirting occurred when Mr. and Mrs. Benson checked in, she knew at the time the Mrs. Benson didn’t like it, but she did it anyway.

On their second meeting they wanted to book a sauna and a massage, the former for Mark and the Latter for Zoe.

As they approached the desk she smiled and said

“Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Benson”

And genuinely expected the customary response of echoing the greeting but instead got something quite different.

“Don’t you dare good morning me you tart” she bawled

“Stop flirting with my husband”

At that precise moment a small, attractive, dark-haired Fifty something woman was approaching the desk.

It was the owner and general manager of the Hotel, Yvonne Labuschagne.

“Abusing my staff will not be tolerated” Yvonne stated forcefully

 Zoe Benson opened her mouth to speak but Yvonne didn’t allow her the opportunity

“If you have a complaint about a member of staff there is a procedure in place to do so”

Again, Zoe tried to speak

“If you’re unable to conduct yourself with dignity and self-control while you are here then I suggest you try a different Hotel”

Yvonne paused briefly to allow an interjection but as none was forthcoming, she continued.

“Now if you would like to speak with Kenneth he will attend to your needs”

Zoe clearly wasn’t happy, but she was sensible enough to realize she wasn’t going to win against Yvonne.

Yvonne then looked over to Morella and nodded who then smiled and mouthed the words “Thank you”

 

Morella would have left it at that but at the end of her shift she went to the staff room to get her coat and bag when she inadvertently overheard a heated conversation, and the voices belonged to the Benson’s.

“No, I wasn’t ogling her” Mark said and paused

“Your tongue was hanging out” Zoe snapped

“Don’t exaggerate” he responded impatiently

“She was coming onto you”

“Was she? I didn’t notice?”

She missed some of the converse because a group of rowdy guests bustled past heading towards reception, so couldn’t make out every word, but she recognized words like whore, slut, and skinny bitch and that just made her mad, so she decided to get even, and headed towards the saunas.

 

After his wife had stormed off to get her massage he made his way towards the changing rooms, and once he had undressed and wrapped a towel around his waist, he walked to the sauna door, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of the beautiful brown-haired receptionist sitting on the middle bench in the sauna completely naked, legs spread wide and fingering her hairy pussy.

He stayed outside the door, not because he didn’t want to embarrass her, but because he didn’t want her to stop, so he did the ungentlemanly thing and watched her through the little window.

Morella knew he was there and knew he was watching her and enjoying it, she enjoyed it too, it made her very wet, and she wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he finally opened the door and walked in, nor did she stop her frigging as he approached and dropped his towel.

“My wife wouldn’t like this; Zoe wouldn’t like it at all”

 he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth.

“She’s not going to get it” Morella responded still fingering her crack.

But with her free hand she tugged his engorged cock, which was quite substantial, not the largest she’d ever handled, but substantial, nonetheless.

“I know you were watching me” Morella said, “How long were you there?” she asked between kisses

“Long enough” he replied

“Oh yes, it is” she purred still holding his cock and tugging it towards her waiting pussy.

When he was inside her she hooked her long legs behind his arse and locked her arms around his neck and let him fuck her hard on the bench.

 

As she drove home to Abbeyvale she was smiling as she thought about the not unpleasant nor unsatisfying steamy shag.

It was not the best, despite the size of his tool, it lacked finesse or even much technique, it was just primeval sex, so she would not repeat the experience, even to spite his bitch of a wife.

I SAW A FIGURE ON THE STAIR

 

I saw a figure

On the stair

Wearing red velvet

Trimmed with fur

 

It was Santa Claus

In my view

With long white beard

And hat askew

 

But not a Santa

Of familiar build

And no sack was apparent

Generously filled

 

I thought the figure

To my surprise

Was rather pleasing

To the eyes

 

And curiously aroused

At the view

Of Santa

In red stiletto shoes

 

At that moment

At the top of the stair

The coat fell open

And I do declare

 

This sight of Santa

Left me aghast

Wearing black stockings

And leather Basque

 

The white beard

Fell to the floor

And then I understood

What I saw

 

Santa hadn’t brought me

A gift in a sack

Santa was the present

For me to unwrap

Choice Tales from the Vale – (410) The Christmas New Hire

 

The Treadgood’s had worked for the Beaumont’s since the end of the Great War, when Colonel Anthony George Beaumont rewarded his batman, Private Cyril Henry Treadgood for saving his life at the Somme with a job and a cottage on the estate for his lifetime.

In the 21st Century there are only two Treadgood’s working for the family, Alicia, the current head of family, who was trusted right hand, cook, housekeeper, social secretary, confident and trusted friend, to the Beaumont family, and her older sister, Sarah, who, managed all the transport and travel, maintained the fleet of vehicles, as well as being Oliver Beaumont’s primary driver for special duties.

They were both attractive girls, tall and slender with long brunette hair and never short of interest, but for Sarah none had come up to snuff.

But in early December 2010 she was asked by Alicia to take on some other duties.  

It was to be the busiest Christmas for ten years or more and she was stretched rather thin.

They were taking on extra staff, so she asked Sarah to conduct the interviews and allocate them accommodation where required.

Which is how she came to meet Heather Charlton, who was younger, shorter, darker, and curvier, and Sarah was smitten.

But as usual when faced with someone she really fancies she didn’t act on it.

Sarah did offer her a job though, but not for predatory reasons, she was one of eight lucky applicants, and she was more than qualified for the job, overqualified in truth.

Heather also wanted to live in because, although she had a nice flat in Sharpington, the reason she wanted a short-term job in Chapel Hill was because her grandmother was in a local Hospice, so she needed a job to pay her way.

 

Although Heather had the flat and a job in Sharpington, there was something missing in her life, she had tried and failed so many times in relationships but apparently, she just kept picking the wrong men, so she seemed destined to live alone, but according to her horoscope destiny had a knack of surprising you if you were lucky.

 

Heather’s surprise came one bright December morning in Chapel Hill when she visited the Beaumont estate, and the family’s luxurious home, which consisted of a 17th century farmhouse, which had been converted and added to over the years.

The barns and outbuildings had also been converted, there was a gym, a pool, garages, and staff accommodation.

In order to view the accommodation, she would be moving into, she had been invited by Sarah Treadgood, a pretty brunette with piercing blue eyes.

Heather knocked on the office door and it was opened by Sarah and for a moment or two she was speechless as she stared at the woman with the captivating eyes, who was less formally dressed than she was at the interview, though hardly conducive to a cold winter morning as she was wearing a white silk top, through which her dark nipples on her braless breasts protruded, and her tight leggings which defined her camel toe.

“Hello Heather” Sarah asked “Nice to see you again”

“Yes, likewise Miss Treadgood” she replied a little flustered

“And there’s so much more of you to see” she thought

“Come in” she said with a knowing smile “And call me Sarah”

 

Once inside, Sarah picked up her coat and slipped it on and Heather’s eyes remained drawn to her proud nipples until the very last moment and then found her eyes dwelling on Sarah’s well-defined lips in her leggings.

“Right let’s go and look at the accommodation” Sarah said and smiled because she knew the effect her mode of dress had had on her new employee.

 

They walked across the cobbled yard to the stable block, which had been converted into ten self-contained living spaces, and Sarah said

“They’re all vacant at the moment so you can take your pick”

“Oh um”

“What’s your lucky number?” Sarah asked

“Three” Heather replied without hesitation

“Three it is” Sarah said and took a bunch of keys from her pocket.

The accommodations weren’t large, the door opened into the small living room, there was tiny kitchen area on the left, equipped with a kettle, microwave, George Foreman and a toaster but no cooker.

The stairs went up to the bedroom containing a three-quarter sized bed and there was an ensuite bathroom with toilet and shower.

“Do you want to take a few minutes to mooch around down here while I go upstairs and make sure there’re no dirty knickers left lying on the floor and the toilets been flushed”

“Ok” Heather said and stared at her arse as she slowly climbed the stairs and thought “She’s not wearing knickers”

Sarah walked slowly because she knew Heather was staring at her arse.   

Heather tried to get all the erotic imagery she had witnessed out of her head as she checked out her surroundings, she didn’t understand why she affected her so much, she wasn’t even gay.

When she was happy, she’d regained her composure she called upstairs

“Is it ok if I come up?”

“Yes, I’m ready for you” Sarah shouted back so she nodded and started up the stairs

“And try not to look” she said to herself.

As she climbed the stairs and emerged into the bedroom and turned towards the centre of the room, she stopped dead in her tracks because the woman with the captivating eyes was standing by the bed completely naked with what could only be described as a leer on her face.

Not only was Heather frozen to the spot she was also speechless, the only thing she could move were her eyes which hungrily consumed every inch of Sarah’s beautiful firm body as she slowly walked towards her.

Sarah smiled broadly with satisfaction because of the obvious affect she was having on Heather and when she stood in front of the mesmerized newbie, she kissed her gently on the lips.

It was the first time Heather’s lips had tasted such a kiss and was left wanting more when it stopped, but she was confused.

Even though she enjoyed the kiss very much, she had never looked at a woman the way she looked at Sarah.

She wasn’t gay, she had only ever been with men, and she needed to say it before things went too far.

Sarah was smiling at her again, but Heather smiled weakly back and looked troubled.

“I’m not…” she began but Sarah put a finger to Heather’s lips

“Shush” she said and kissed her again but more meaningfully than the first embrace of Heather’s seduction and the gentle passion of her kiss quickened her pulse, and electrified her, and when Sarah began unbuttoning her shirt it was met with compliance, as was the unfastening of her bra, and as the items of clothing had hit the floor, Sarah’s hands, as if gloved in velvet, slid across Heather’s silken skin, mapping her every contour, each and every sweep and curve of her.

Heather was powerless to resist as she felt Sarah’s velvet touch on her full breasts, and tingling traversed her spine as Sarah was teasing her, pleasing her.

Heather felt warm breath and soft lips on her breasts and then on their proud pink tips but breathed again before the moist heat of her warm honey mouth enveloped each nipple in turn.

Her mind was in a whirl as the cute, sensuous woman made love to her, with its unexpected sensuality revealing her unknown sexuality.

She had never known such a feeling, passionate, erotic, toe curling,

getting her hot, getting her wet and so she submitted to her in guiltless acquiescence as Sarah undressed her and soon Heather was as naked as the beauty making love to her and then Sarah’s lips began their journey, kissing their way, “to where?” Heather asked herself as Sarah’s mouth, soft and tender, traced in kisses around her ribcage and lower still

“Oh my God, to there” she screamed in her head “Will she kiss me there?”

Heather’s body shivered, and quivered and her skin tingled as she felt Sarah’s breath on the soft expanse of her belly

“Should I let her?” she asked herself “Should I let her kiss me there?”

She squirmed beneath her Goddess employer, her head swimming as her body burned for her, ached, and yearned for her as she felt Sarah’s breath stir her pubic hair and her cheek lay against her thigh.

Heather looked down at the beautiful brunette looking back at her with her piercing blue eyes and she yielded to the Goddess and opened herself like a portal and delivered herself to her in all her vulnerability, her innocence, as the seductress delivered sweet ecstasy.

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