Choice Tales from the Vale – (419) Christmas Consultation

 

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 where Dr Sarah Constantine had her private practice and it was in her consulting room two weeks before Christmas where she was consulting with new patient, Leo Wells

“I could be struck off,” Dr Sarah Constantine said as she lay on the examination table in her consulting room, the skirts of her dress rucked up around her belly, which covered neither her modesty nor her fanny, “

The top half was laying loosely over her breasts and failed to adequately cover either and bizarrely her tights and knickers were  in a tangled arrangement around her ankle.

Leo Wells was sat on the Doctors chair mostly naked, with his trousers and pants still around his ankles, which he didn’t think at all bizarre.

 “I’ll stroke you off if you like,” he volunteered

“No, I mean it. I could be struck off for sleeping with a patient,” she said earnestly

“Well, we’ll just have to stay awake then” he suggested

“It’s the staying awake part that you get struck off for”

There was silence for a few moments then she suddenly sat up and knelt in front of him and kissed him.

“No regrets though” she said

“Not on my part either” Leo said, then she started pulling his pants and trousers off, followed by his socks and then he was completely naked

Sarah smiled warmly at him and kissed him as her fingers started caressing his flaccid member.

“I thought you were worried about being struck off”

“I’ll only get struck off once, no matter how many times we do it” she pointed out

“Fair enough”

His manhood was now wide-awake, and she was tugging gently on his shaft then Sarah’s lips left his and moved immediately to his cock, her tongue feathering his purple head before devouring him in one delightful mouthful.

“Oh, Doctor that’s so good” he said while she was giving him great head and sucked him back to life, producing a wonderful boner.

“Well, I suppose Orthopaedics is her field, so bones were her specialty” he thought as her mouth left his cock.

Sarah stood up and prepared to climb aboard his cock, which was still moist with her saliva and standing tall and proud due to her oral attentions.

The front of her dress had flopped down exposing her beautiful breasts and her lacy black bra was still loosely around her shoulders like a redundant shoulder holster.

However, Leo halted her progress with an outstretched hand.

“I want you completely naked” so she quickly complied, wriggling out of her dress, and discarding her bra with a shrug.

Her tights and knickers remained attached to her ankle, but he let that go as the resulting vision before him made his cock twitch in anticipation.

Which she noticed, so Leo gave her a smile and she climbed on his lap and slithered down him, and as she did Sarah let out a long breathy sigh and wrapped her arms tightly around Leo’s neck and hooked her heels around the chair legs and then rode him on the chair, pounding on his shaft with her wet velvety pussy, her pelvis pumping on his piston frenetically, while his hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell on him.

She squealed and moaned in his ear through gritted teeth which grew in intensity as the pace quickened, until she came loudly with an animal yell, and he pulsed inside her as he ejaculated.

“I think your recovery is going to take longer that I first thought” she panted

“Whatever you say Doc”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (359) Removing the Christmas Jumper

 

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 illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where patrons had been enjoying Christmas Jumper Day, or more precisely, an ugly sweater night at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty, and very popular with the punters.

But at the end of the evening when James and Danielle were alone, she made it perfectly clear to him by her actions that she didn’t believe him to be unremarkable.

As far as James was concerned nobody wore a Christmas Jumper quite like Danielle, so he spent much of the evening ogling her ample braless breasts constantly rearranging themselves inside her sweater.

He thought it was just a shame that she wouldn’t be a permanent fixture for him to feast his eyes upon as she would be returning to University in the New Year.

 

At the end of a very profitable night the last of the patrons were ushered off the premises and the doors bolted.

As soon as the doors were locked Danielle and the other two bar staff, Ausra and Angela, started clearing and wiping tables, while James stacked the dirty glasses in the dishwasher.

 

Once everything the other side of the bar was dealt with, James divvied up the tips, he thought it was amazing how generous punters were when there were fit young girls serving behind the bar.

On that night they had been even more generous than usual so when it was divided up it was well worth having, so everyone pocketed their windfall, then James let Ausra and Angela out and bolted the door, however Danielle stayed on to help him cash up.

 

When everything was done, Danielle initiated a sexual encounter which led to her whorish moans echoing around the empty bar.

She was stood behind the bar facing the empty room, hands braced on the bar top, while James had one hand inside her Christmas Jumper fondling her ample breast and other deep in her knickers frigging her creamy fanny.

When he had brought her to a satisfactory conclusion she quickly turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hotly on the mouth.

After a few moments of groping her pert buttocks, James began to remove her sweater and was making good progress when she suddenly broke off her kiss and pulled her sweater back down to cover her modesty.

“No don’t” she snapped

“I’m sorry” he said “I thought you wanted to”

“I did, I do”

“It’s ok we don’t have to” he said and put his arm around her

“No, I really want to” she pleaded “I’m just…shy”

“You weren’t shy when you thrust my hands up you jumper” he explained

“That was different, that was touching…. not looking”

“Ah I see” he said and took hold of her hand and added

“Come to bed”

“But…” she began

“Shush, I want to take you to bed”

“I know but…” she said meekly

“You can go first and get into bed” James said

“Ok” Danielle replied with a smile

“Go on then,” he said forcefully “get upstairs”

Danielle let go of his hand and hurried up the stairs and into his bedroom.

He was closer behind her than she thought, and he watched through the crack in the door as she walked to the other side of the room and drew the curtains and then standing with her back to the door, quickly divested herself of her leggings and sweater and scrambled under the covers.

Once below the duvet she removed her knickers and dropped them on the floor and then her eyes peered over the top of the duvet as he walked in the room, and her eyes never left him as he undressed and then as he slipped under the duvet, she cuddled up close to him.

“I’ve never done this before” she said

“What you’ve never slept with your boss before?”

“I don’t mean that”

“An older man then?” he suggested

“No, I’ve never done “this” before” she said quietly “I’ve never done “it””

Danielle suddenly looked quite childlike and unsure, the complete opposite of her earlier demeanour, he assumed because she was so ultra-confident, self-assured and forward when she began her seduction of him, that she was experienced.

“That’s perfect” he said

“Really?” She asked, “You don’t mind?”

“No, it makes this extra special” James replied

“I think it will be perfect” she whispered

“You’re perfect” he responded and kissed her lips softly.

As the kiss continued it grew in intensity and as their tongues entwined, his hand, which had been on her hip, slid down and was fondling her plump buttock and he explored her naked curves for the first time and while his hand was occupied at her cheek Danielle’s hand went straight to his cock.

After a minute of two he rolled her gently onto her back and they stopped kissing and he looked down on her in the half light and admired the body she was too shy to show him earlier.

Her breasts were beautiful and surmounted by the dark rose-pink nipples, which seemed to invite him to suck on them, so he did, but gently.

Danielle emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval, so he sucked on it some more.

Reluctantly he left her erect swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her serene face as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly straw-coloured bush and as he toyed with her curls she murmured softly and as his hand came to rest, she held her breath in anticipation of its progress.

He continued watching her lying there with her eyes shut and her tongue periodically moistening her lips and after a few moments, not for the first time that night, his finger parted her labia, and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.

He looked down on her again and she was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his diligent fingering of her creamy quim.

Danielle was beginning to become more vociferous in response to his attention, she was on the brink of climax while she was frantic tugging on his cock and then his fingers brought her to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.

James looked at her as her face was still contorted with ecstasy and then she opened her eyes, looked up at him and smiled.

He leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths he caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.

As James carefully positioned himself between her thighs, he stopped kissing her and was looking into her eyes as he gently entered her.

Danielle sighed at the instant of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth as he continued, and it quickly became frenetic and breathless as the two of them were swept away in passions embrace which was sustained and satisfying.

 

As they lay entwined beneath his duvet in the afterglow, she was feeling very pleased with herself.

Although she didn’t know it at the time it was the first of many such pleasing nights with the man she had been fantasizing over during her own nocturnal fingering for the preceding nights.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (358) The Girl in the Christmas Jumper

 

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 illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where patrons had been enjoying Christmas Jumper Day, or more precisely, an ugly sweater night at The Sandcastle Arms.

 

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty, and very popular with the punters.

It was compulsory for the staff to wear Christmas Jumpers, though not the customers, but much to their credit the vast majority of them did anyway.

But as far as James was concerned nobody wore a Christmas Jumper quite like Danielle, so he spent much of the evening ogling her ample braless breasts constantly rearranging themselves inside her sweater.

He thought it was just a shame that she wouldn’t be a permanent fixture for him to feast his eyes upon as she would be returning to University in the New Year.

 

At the end of a very profitable night the last of the patrons were ushered off the premises and the doors bolted.

As soon as the doors were locked Danielle and the other two bar staff, Ausra and Angela, started clearing and wiping tables, while James stacked the dirty glasses in the dishwasher.

 

Once everything the other side of the bar was dealt with, James divvied up the tips, he thought it was amazing how generous punters were when there were fit young girls serving behind the bar.

On that night they had been even more generous than usual so when it was divided up it was well worth having, so everyone pocketed their windfall, then James let Ausra and Angela out and bolted the door, however Danielle stayed on to help him cash up.

 

When everything was done, they were stood behind the bar chatting, she was leaning against the bar, and he was stood opposite with his arms folded.

It was just small talk about who was doing what at Christmas and New Year, when was she returning to Uni, it was all just ordinary mundane stuff which lasted about ten minutes.

But then without warning she stepped forward and grabbed his hands, before applying them to her breasts.

“What are you doing?” he said and withdrew his hands from her jumper.

“I thought that’s what you wanted” Daniella said, cupping her breasts with his hands again “You’ve been staring at them all evening”

“I know” James agreed and removed his mits again “but that doesn’t mean I should grope them at the first opportunity”

“But I’ve got really lovely tits, why don’t you want to grope my titties?” she said indignantly, and turned her back to him

“It’s not that I don’t want to” he said and stood behind her and put her hands on her shoulders.

“Then why?” 

“Because I’m ten years older that you” he explained and moved his hands to her waist “and I’m your boss”

“I don’t care about any of that” she said and moved his hands up under her jumper until they settled over her perfect ample tits, and this time he didn’t withdraw them, but began to caress their pliant form and tease her nipples to full erection, which didn’t take long.

“That feels really nice” she purred and rubbed her pert buttocks against his swelling cock.

“Well, if you think that’s nice then you’ll love this” he said and, relinquishing her right breast, slid his hand purposely across her soft belly and beneath the waistband of her leggings, into her knickers, his fingers brushing briefly through her meagre whiskers.

“Oh God” she exclaimed as his finger parted her sticky lips.      

“I wasn’t expecting that”

“I can stop” he said and began to withdraw his digit

“No, don’t stop” she yelped, and gripped his arm to prevent its removal, then she turned her head to look at him.

“Not until I’m ready for you to fuck me”

So he redeployed his and she began to moan whorishly.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (418) The Downshire Star (1963)

 

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 a young woman, Carol Jarman, sat down seductively in Alexander Warren’s compartment diagonally across the aisle from him, a tall willowy blonde with outstandingly stellar legs and the first seed of his awakening arousal, germinated, as he gave her the benefit of his silent appraisal.

She was very pretty, a prettiness not diminished by the fact she was acutely aware of the fact.

It was the liberated 60’s and the young girl adjusted her posture under his intense gaze and she positively preened when she realized he was admiring her legs which she crossed and re-crossed slowly and deliberately so he could marvel at them further until her manoeuvring exposed a tantalising hint of stocking top and a glimpse of underwear, though not the kind of utilitarian underwear his middle aged wife wore, but much briefer, and with each successive mile of track the Downshire Star travelled along, his arousal grew like a blooming flower.

When the sun streamed into the carriage it illuminated her, the dark pink nipples standing proud, showed through the white shimmering silk of her blouse and the flower of arousal had blossomed.

So as the train ate up the miles of track racing headlong to its destination, their passion raced on with it until they both arrived shuddering and juddering in the climax of journeys end.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (356) Inside a Christmas Sweater

 

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.

 

The Hotel was exceptionally busy with Christmas fast approaching so there were extra staff as well as extra hours for existing staff, which meant extra money for Morella, and that did come in very handy.

It did curtail her sexual pursuits somewhat, but she would make up for lost times after Christmas.

Doing the extra hours meant didn’t necessarily mean doing the extra hours in your normal job, you could end up working in any department, so for a lot of the time Morella had to give up the reception desk and her smart clothes.

So, on the second Sunday of advent she was dressed in old leggings, unflattering footwear and a baggy sweater as she and bar manager Geoff Bolden were paired together.

She liked Geoff, he was a quiet good-looking man in his early forties, slim, almost elegant in stature and she thought he smelt gorgeous.

He was a widow and Morella had already used her well-practiced seductive skill set and finessed him into shagging her, and they had repeated the experience many times over the following few weeks, and she thought sex with him was very pleasurable, but she moved on to pastures new because he wasn’t dynamic enough to take the lead, she always had to seduce him.

However, there was no awkwardness between them despite the fact they hadn’t fucked since the summer.

“Come on” he said, and he and Morella walked down the steps down to the wine cellar.

It was no more than a minute or so after she’d put down the box she was carrying before he was on her and took her firm young body in his arms and kissed her.

She acquiesced in her response, so he began to fumble inside her sweater and quickly rummaged his way through the scant layers of cotton and silk until he reached her bare flesh and then moments later his hands were on her plump tits.

In response to his unexpected, yet welcome assault, her hot mouth was clamped over his and her darting tongue explored every inch of it and she snorted noisily through her nose.

Morella’s mouth, lips and tongue kissed, licked and nibbled their way to his ear as Geoff’s hands were yanking her leggings off her buttocks and squeezing the pliable cheeks until his hands were entering her knickers and dragging them off her plump cheeks as well.

Once her knickers and leggings were at half-mast Geoff turned his attention to moister fare and his fingers dallied briefly amidst her lush bush, and Morella stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving him a dirty smile and his finger slipped inside her creamy crease and her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he roughly fingered her.

Morella was pinned against the wall with her knickers around her thighs as he frigged and she was loving every second of it, but she was ready now, she was so ready, which Geoff clearly sensed, because he turned her to face the wall and slid his left hand across her soft belly and firmly gripped her right hip and lifted her body off the ground, bringing her waiting wetness up to the height of his waiting shaft and gripping her tightly with his left arm he offered his erection up to her eager loins.

Morella gasped as he penetrated her,

“Oh God Geoff”

Continuing to support her weight with his arm wrapped around her middle, her legs dangled and swung like she was a rag doll, and she was moaning uncontrollably as he went at her,

Getting ever closer to the threshold she panted through gritted teeth, and he grunted on every stroke until it ended with Morella’s scream of satisfaction as he exploded inside her, before they both collapsed to the floor.

“Wow Geoff” She panted “that’s what happens when you take the initiative”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (417) Christmas Wedding Eve

 

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, 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, and her younger sister Alicia who, was the current head of the family, who was trusted right hand, cook, housekeeper, social secretary, confident and trusted friend, to the Beaumont’s.

They were both attractive girls, tall and slender with long brunette hair and never short of interest, but for Alicia there was only one man she wanted, and she’d let him go.

Alicia and Harvey Willmott were engaged for three years when they broke up, but the moment it happened she for one knew she had made a terrible mistake, but she didn’t know what to do about it, or more accurately she was too proud to admit her error, until in the middle of December when she attended his sister Karen’s wedding.

Karen and Alicia had been friends for several years before Harvey and Alicia became an item, so it was pretty much a given that she would be a bridesmaid even if there might be some possible awkwardness.

 

The wedding reception was taking place at the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa and on the day before the wedding all the ladies of the wedding party had a full day’s beauty treatments, facials, manicures, pedicures, waxing etc, the whole nine yards and afterwards they got their hair done.

So, when the giggling overexcited and slightly tipsy wedding party arrived at the restaurant that evening, they had been coiffured, waxed, buffed, threaded, tweezed, perfumed, painted, powdered, and preened.  

 

During the wedding party dinner more, alcohol was partaken and

Alicia and Harvey began to flirt as the old flame was rekindled and by the end of the evening, they were holding hands under the table.

 

After the meal they walked back to their floor together hand in hand and on the way, they kissed

“So, what does this mean?” he asked when their lips parted

“It means I want you back” She replied “I want you to take me back”

“I want that too” he said “I love you Alicia”

“I love you too” she replied “and the time I spent with you was the only time I felt alive”

“Me too” he said, and they kissed again

 

After the reuniting kiss they walked hand in hand to the door of his room where they embraced again, before Harvey unlocked the door and pushed it open, but Alicia paused in the doorway.

“Before we go any further, I have a confession to make” she said

“I only had my legs waxed”

“Are you sure you didn’t wax anything else?” he asked

“Well, there’s one certain way to find out” she said and undid her trousers

“I don’t mind if I do” Harvey said and slipped his hand into her knickers.

“Beautiful” he said as his hand examined her lush hairy bush

“There was no way I was going to wax my crack; I know how much you like my hairy minge”

She said “and I haven’t trimmed a single hair since you last touched it”

“I love it” he said

“I’ve missed you touching it” she said “and you were the last one to touch it”

“Then I suggest you get in my bedroom quick, so I can bury my face in it” he said

“Thank God” she said “I’ve miss you noshing me too”

“You do realise though that you’re not going to get any sleep tonight” he pointed out

“That’s what I was hoping for” she said and removed her trousers and knickers in the corridor outside his room, so he could have a good look at the prize before she skipped into the room giggling.

ARE YOU WEARING CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS?

 

Are you wearing Christmas stockings?

Beneath your long red coat

Are you suitably resplendent?

Will you really float my boat?

Are they risqué and shocking?

Will they easily get my vote?

It could mean a happy Christmas

For a certain horny old goat