Monday, 29 August 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (423) The Third Thaw of Christmas

December 14th

 

In mid-December wealthy businessman Oliver Beaumont was in Scotland for the funeral of an old family friend, and the wake was held at the Glen Carrick Castle, which is where he was reunited with Pandora Molesworth, a very distant cousin.

After a pleasant dinner together accompanied by copious quantities of booze, and then the restaurant staff made it clear that they had worn out their welcome, so she said

“Let’s go to your room for a Nightcap”

In his room after a period of conversation she initiated a sexual encounter but as his hands explored her thigh beneath her hem, she suddenly broke off

“Stop! It’s no good” she said

“Hang on what’s wrong?” he asked

“The same thing that always bloody happens” she snarled “Nothing”

So, their newfound relationship had begun in very inauspicious circumstances when her attempted seduction ended with her confession of frigidity.

“At boarding school, they called me Frigid Freda” she replied, and he giggled

“Stop it, it’s not funny,” she said laughing herself

“Oh, it really is” he responded

However, following a few consolatory brandy’s, they ended up sleeping in the same bed, and slept most of the day and because she had missed her lift back because of it, she asked

“Can I come back with you?” she asked

 “Of course,”

“I don’t mind sharing the driving” Pandora said

“Oh, I don’t drive” he said

“You can’t drive?” she asked

“No, I can drive, I just don’t” he corrected her

“Why not?” she asked

“It’s a long story”

“So, are we flying then?” she asked

“God no, flying I can’t do” he admitted

“So how are we getting home exactly?” Pandy asked

“Train obviously” he replied as he opened his laptop, and five minutes later he had a first-class compartment reserved for the 7am train the next morning  

“Tomorrow?” she exclaimed “But I’m only booked in here for one night”

“No problem, we can share the bed again” he suggested “As long as you promise to control your urges”

“Very amusing” she said and grinned

 

They boarded the first-class carriage at Edinburgh station and were in a reserved compartment, he tipped the attendant so they wouldn’t be disturbed unless he rang the bell, once inside he drew the blinds on the corridor side, and they sat facing each other.

He looked at her as the train left the station, in her less formal clothes, her all black funereal garb had been replaced by Christmas Sweater, pleated Skirt and red tights, but he was still preoccupied by the nature of her underwear. 

Once they had left Glasgow behind, it began to snow, and as the train passed houses and businesses and rattled through railway stations with platforms full of Christmas shoppers, the temperature dropped and Pandora shivered, so she stood up on tiptoes to close the window and as she did, he reached out his hand and fondled her buttock and she jumped

“Sorry” he said “I couldn’t resist, you have such a lovely bum”

“That’s ok, I actually liked it” she responded

“Ok, you won’t mind if I carry on then?” Oliver said

“No” she replied quietly without looking round, she just stared out through the window at the snow and his hand went up under her skirt and fondled her buttock again and he could tell by her breathing and the trembling of her frame that she was enjoying it and after a few more minutes he said

“Take your bra off”

“Ok” she said without complaint in a childlike voice

Pandora complied by unhooking it and then by doing that thing that girls do, pulling one arm inside her jumper, and following a brief rummage, finished by pulling it out down her other sleeve.

“I like that” he thought “dirty magic”

After throwing her navy-blue bra onto the seat Oliver said

“Take off your knickers and tights”

“What?” she gasped and looked at him for the first time

“I think you’re turned on, you don’t need them, so take them off” he insisted

“But I’ll freeze” she pleaded

“No, you’ll just get hotter” Oliver said, “so take them off”

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure” he said

“Ok I’ll just pop to the loo” Pandora offered

“No, do it there, in front of the window, in front of me” he insisted, and she gasped

“I don’t know” Pandora said

“Trust me Pandy” he said and gave her buttock a squeeze

“Ok” she said meekly “But don’t look”

“Don’t worry, you get them down to your knees and I’ll take them the rest of the way” he instructed “but first kick your shoes off”

Pandora complied with her shoes and then with trembling hands began pushing her red tights down to her knees, a moment later her navy-blue knickers unceremoniously joined them, he was pleased that her bra and pants matched, he always thought that was classy.

“Are you ok?” he asked with concern, and she replied with a breathy “Yes”

Oliver knelt behind her on the carriage floor, smiled when he discerned a distinct damp spot on the crotch of her knickers before, he moved her tights and pants slowly down to her ankles and then off her feet one at a time.

He picked up the garments and threw them onto the seat to join her bra, then he instructed her to adjust her feet, so they were slightly wider apart.

Pandora was standing with her forehead against the window and her palms were positioned on the glass, so her whole stance gave the impression she was about to be frisked, which in a way was exactly what was about to happen.

She gasped when his hands made contact with the back of her thighs and then they proceeded up the backs of her trembling thighs until he had a hand on each delightful cheek.

Pandora’s breathing was shallow and rasping as he kneaded her plump little buttocks and slid his thumbs downward towards her labia, once, twice, three times and then he thought the time was right he moved one hand down to her inner thigh, which stroked the soft skin, creeping ever upward until his fingers parted her labia and elicited a divine moan and when his forefinger entered her tight young cunny she growled and he explored the creamy wetness of her hot pussy.

Oliver looked up at her, trembling and panting as his fingers probed at her juicy minge and his skilful digits rubbed and worked on her and Pandora’s cunny responded with liquid acquiescence.

His ministrations were eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her, and she clamped her hand over her mouth and within moments he brought her to a satisfying knee trembling climax, and as the train rattled its way across the border into snowy northern England she came, hard.

 

He rested back on his heels and watched her quivering young body having just experienced her first real orgasm and she remained rhythmically panting against the window, she didn’t speak because she was still enjoying the aftereffects.

 

After a few minutes of enjoying the scene of the recipient of his handywork resulting in a nice knee trembling climax, he decided she was going to get more.

He’d got her erotic motor started and purring nicely, now he needed to step on the gas.

Oliver stood up and moved behind her and placed his hands

on her hips and quietly said

“Are you ready for more?”

“More?” she gasped

“Only if you want to” he said

“Yes please” Pandy replied pleadingly

He moved his hands and pushed her jumper up until it was rucked up above her breasts, then they settled over her perfect plump little tits, and began to caress their pliant form and toy with her nipples which were already magnificently erect, and ultra-sensitive because she winced to his touch.

Pandora was still standing with her forehead against the window, with one palm pressed against the glass, while the other was still by her mouth, and she was purring as he caressed her beautiful titties.

Oliver relinquished hold of her right breast, and his hand moved purposely across her soft belly beyond the waistline of her skirt and grabbed a handful of pleats, before tucking the hem into her waistband.

Her breathing became erratic with anticipation and intensified once his fingers were combing through her lush whiskers.

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

 

On some level Pandora was aware she was stood in front of the window facing the outside world as the train passed houses and businesses and rattled through railway stations with platforms full of Christmas shoppers, with her plump tits and hairy fanny on display, but she was beyond caring.

Frigid Freda was in a frenzy, moaning coarsely as Oliver continued stroking her juicy cunny, while his other hand fondled her tittie.

He frigged her harder and harder, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm,

“Oh my God” she moaned “Oh Jesus”

As Oliver continued frigging and then her divine moans filled the compartment when Pandora came.

Pandora was a spent force and a few moments later her legs buckled, Oliver reacted quickly and steered her exhausted frame onto the seat.

He knelt in front of her, and she grinned at him and said, 

“Wow”

She leant forward and kissed him

“That was incredible” Pandy sighed “You made me cum”

“I did”

“I liked it” she said

“I could tell”

“So can I have this now?” she said and kissed him as she put her hand on the very obvious lump in his trousers

“Are you sure you want it?”

“I’ve been waiting for it since I was 14” she admitted still stroking his cock

“So yes”

“Ok” he said

“You’re not teasing me?” Still stroking

“Do you want the blinds down?”

“No, it’s exciting” She replied increasing the intensity of her caress  

“You’d better get it out then” he instructed, and she gave him a filthy leer as she unbuckled his belt, quickly slipped both trousers and pants down his thighs, which released his engorged cock and at that moment her eyes were transfixed on his swollen member.

She gave him another leer and took hold of his shaft in her right hand and tugged the skin back to expose the purple head, and as the purple crown emerged from its pink cocoon Pandora’s eyes widened in delight.

“God, I want this so bad” she moaned

Oliver gently adjusted her position, so her buttocks were on the edge of the seat and Pandora’s cunny was presented to him at perfect the height, so he wasted no time at all in spearing her.

“At last,” She moaned, “At long last”

 

Oliver was sat in the corner with his arm around Pandora who was sitting next to him with her legs drawn up under her and his coat draped over them, which was just as well as she was still knicker less with the hem of her skirt tucked in her waistband and his pants and trousers were still halfway down his thighs.

“How long before we get to Abbottsford?” She asked

“About 2 hours” he replied

“So, time enough” Pandy suggested “to do it again”

“More than enough” he agreed

“Good,” she said and started playing with his sleeping cock, which awoke very quickly

“This time can you fuck me from behind while I look out the window?”

“Of course,”

“Lovely” Pandora said before she went below his coat and took his cock in her mouth.

ARE YOU SANTA’S LITTLE HELPER?

 

Are you Santa’s little helper?

Well, you’re a proper little belter

I love the little pixie boots

And the red velvet dress really suits

The Santa hat looks very smart

The stripy stockings stir the heart

And I’d like to see your garters

But give me a kiss for starters

Choice Tales from the Vale – (422) The Second Thaw of Christmas

 December 13th

 

In mid-December wealthy businessman Oliver Beaumont was in Scotland for the funeral of an old family friend, and the wake was held at the Glen Carrick Castle, which is where he was reunited with Pandora Molesworth, a very distant cousin.

After a pleasant dinner together accompanied by copious quantities of booze, and then the restaurant staff made it clear that they had worn out their welcome, so she said

“Let’s go to your room for a Nightcap”

In his room after a period of conversation she initiated a sexual encounter but as his hands explored her thigh beneath her hem, she suddenly broke off

“Stop! It’s no good” she said

“Hang on what’s wrong?” he asked

“The same thing that always bloody happens” she snarled “Nothing”

So, their newfound relationship had begun in very inauspicious circumstances when her attempted seduction ended with her confession of frigidity.

“At boarding school, they called me Frigid Freda” she replied, and he giggled

“Stop it, it’s not funny,” she said laughing herself

“Oh, it really is” he responded

However, following a few consolatory brandy’s, they ended up sleeping in the same bed.

 

It was gone 11 o’clock when he woke up next morning, laying on the bed with Pandora next to him, she was wearing black tights, and matching bra and knickers and she looked really hot, he smiled because now he didn’t have to imagine what underwear she was wearing.

But she was still sleeping, he did consider testing to see if she had any morning moisture, but he was feeling a bit fragile from the previous night’s excesses, so he contented himself with ogling her briefly before he pulled the cover up over them.

It was an hour later the next time he woke, and Pandora was hugging him, and he was instantly aroused.

However, when he moved his head on the pillow a pain filled it like it had been hit with a shovel, so his erection abated.

He gingerly lifted his head off the pillow and walked to the bathroom to take some Paracetamol and then took a glass of water and two tablets to Pandora who was just waking.

On the way back to the bathroom for a pee he flicked the kettle on and after a satisfying cupper, the pills began to do their job and they both felt well enough and indeed sufficiently human enough to eat, unfortunately they had missed breakfast, and very nearly missed lunch as well, so they ordered from room service and decadently ate it in their underwear.

 

After their impromptu lunch she checked her phone, and it was dead.

“Do you have a charger?” she asked

“Yes, it’s by the TV”

She plugged in her phone and after a minute it came to life, and she began checking her messages.

“Damn, I’ve missed my ride home” she said “they left five hours ago”

“Where is home these days?” he asked

“Northchapel” she replied, “And you?”

“Still Chapel Hill”

“Can I come back with you?” she asked

 “Of course,”

“I don’t mind sharing the driving” Pandora said

“Oh, I don’t drive” he said

“You can’t drive?” she asked

“No, I can drive, I just don’t” he corrected her

“Why not?” she asked

“It’s a long story”

“So, are we flying then?” she asked

“God no, flying I can’t do” he admitted

“So how are we getting home exactly?” Pandy asked

“Train obviously” he replied as he opened his laptop, and five minutes later he had a first-class compartment reserved for the 7am train the next morning   

“Tomorrow?” she exclaimed “But I’m only booked in here for one night”

“No problem, we can share the bed again” he suggested “As long as you promise to control your urges”

“Very amusing” she said and grinned

ARE YOU WEARING CHRISTMAS GARTERS?

 

Are you wearing Christmas garters?

Answer me that one for starters

Beneath your dress up high

Around your black clad thigh

Where the black sheath is stopping

Where they are lacy at the topping

Are there festive garter rings

Sexily placed decorative things

Please answer this one for starters

Are you wearing Christmas garters?

Choice Tales from the Vale – (421) The first Thaw of Christmas

December 12th

 

It was mid-December when wealthy businessman Oliver Beaumont was in Scotland for the funeral of an old family friend.

The wake was held at the Glen Carrick Castle, after what he considered to be a Proper funeral, where everyone wore black, the men in black suits and ties and the women in the whole ensemble.

Which was nice, it was tradition, he liked tradition, he didn’t like informal funerals because he also liked women in black, and he liked everything to be black, and he always imagined their underwear to be black whether they were or not.

He gave the room a cursory glance and all the women were in black, which gave him a bit of a semi.

Before he got himself a drink, he decided to relieve himself, before he got so aroused that he wouldn’t be able to.

It was when he re-entered the hall that he first spotted Pandora Molesworth, who was talking to the vicar, she was a good-looking young woman in her mid-twenties, brown hair, quite tall, very elegant and a lovely figure.

The fact that he imagined she was wearing all the gear beneath the black dress made her even more attractive and he detected a slight hint of a trouser tickle.

His imagination then ran away with him as he pictured her in black bra and panties, black tights or even better stockings, a lacy teddy, French silk Cami knickers, Basques, Corsets, camisoles, chemises, silk drawers, thongs, satin bodices, and garters.

His mind was in a spin and as he studied her across the room harbouring thoughts of the hidden delights and then she looked straight at him and blushed as if she knew what he was thinking.

 

After he lost sight of her in the crowd he went off in search of a drink and then he started to picture every woman in the ballroom in stockings and suspenders and mused on the nature of each accompanying undergarment.

He spotted a couple of women in the room who’s under things were not a mystery to him following previous gatherings and the reminiscence of those sensual interludes resulted in increased arousal.

He decided to mingle with the crowd to try and take his mind off black underwear, it didn’t work so he looked for the lovely brunette again but to no avail.

As the afternoon wore on and the mourners began to disperse, he returned to his room to freshen up and change into something more casual.

 

Later in the day he was sitting at the Hotel bar, drinking a large Gin and Tonic, and doing a spot of people watching, but the bar was so empty he exhausted that exercise in less than five minutes.

So, he turned his thoughts to the lovely brunette girl he’d seen earlier

and mused on the possibly of spending some quality time expanding her sexual horizons, and it was just when he was preoccupied imagining a particularly salacious scenario in his head when a voice broke in.

Oliver Beaumont?” they said, and he turned around to find the voice belonged to the attractive girl from the wake, still dressed all in black,

“Yes!”

Obviously, you don’t recognize me” she said and laughed, so he thought it must be some woman he’d slept with at some time and the encounter was so unmemorable he instantly forgot her, which was embarrassing.

“I’m sorry” he said “I’m afraid I don’t”

Pandora Molesworth” she said “I was sure you’d recognised earlier; you were staring at me long enough”

“Pandy?” he exclaimed relieved to find it wasn’t a woman he’d slept with and instantly forgotten, but a very distant cousin “How lovely to see you”

“Do you mind if I join you?” she asked.

“Not at all” he said “please” and gestured to the neighbouring stool.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked

“Thank you, yes,” she said and to the barman who had miraculously appeared “White wine please”

“And for you sir?” he asked

“I’ll have the same again please”

While they waited for their drinks he said

“You know it’s hardly surprising that I didn’t recognize you, you have changed a bit since we last met, and you were only ten at the time”

“I was 14, it was just after you started at university, but I agree I am a little leaner than I was then” she pointed out

“So, if you didn’t recognize me earlier, why were you staring?”

“I wasn’t aware that I was” he said defensively

“My God you were mentally undressing me” Pandy said

“Not at all,” said Oliver

“Then you were imagining what underwear I had on” she said, and he blushed

“I knew it” she said triumphantly and laughed a rather delightful laugh

 

They had a couple of drinks in the bar and then went into the grill for some supper and the conversation flowed, mainly consisting of news and stories about the family, friends, and shared acquaintances.

The meal came and went as did the coffee and liqueurs and then they got the distinct impression the restaurant staff had had enough even if they hadn’t.

So, they bade the long-suffering staff a good night, even though it was almost 1 am and headed, somewhat unsteadily towards their rooms.

Accompanied by raucous laughter they stumbled into the lift and unable to press the button for the floor that they actually wanted Pandora decided to hit them all.

“Nightcap” she said abruptly

“What?” he slurred

“Nightcap” she said “let’s go to your room for a Nightcap”

“Why my room?” he asked

“Because it’ll be bigger and better than mine” she replied

“Fare comment”

They reached the third floor and walked rather unsteadily to the door and once he’d managed to finally use the swipe card correctly the door opened, and Pandora fell in.

“Are we in the room yet” she said when he helped her to her feet

“Yes, it’s a suite” Oliver said

“It’s huge” she exclaimed

As she had already fallen down once, he sat her down on the sofa and after some intense negotiations it was decided that coffee was the order of the day.

 

Pandora had kicked of her shoes and was sitting on the sofa with her legs up and he was facing her, also shoeless, sat on a Regency stripped chair that he had pulled out from under the desk.

So, they sat there in her room drinking copious amounts of coffee and chatting, during the course of the conversation the subject changed to the journey home, and then onto personal relationships which was when she suddenly got upset and tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.

Oliver immediately stepped into action and knelt on the floor beside her and offered himself up to comfort her with arms open wide.

“I’m sorry” she said gratefully accepting his open arms and burying her tearstained face in his neck, Oliver made encouraging noises and stroked her back, but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of his expertise with a teary woman.

They held that position for some time until her sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated, but still she held on tightly to him and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which he found very arousing.

While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back and her nuzzles turned to kisses, he reciprocated the caressing and then in an instant her mouth was on his, and her lips were soft, her mouth was hot, and her tongue was electric.

Pandora’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free of his waistband then with great urgency she pulled herself up, so she was seated in front of him as her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons.

Then her trembling hands were on his flesh, and she exhaled a sigh through her nose and then his hands explored her thigh beneath her hem, when she suddenly broke off

“Stop! It’s no good” she said

“Hang on what’s wrong?” he asked

“The same thing that always bloody happens” she snarled “Nothing”

“I don’t understand” he said “You need to explain in simple terms because all the blood that powers my brain is now in my trousers”

“It’s simple, I fancy someone, they fancy me, we start the kissing and cuddling, he gets as hard as iron, and I remain as dry as sandpaper”

“Oh, I see” he said “I don’t think coffee is going to help with this”

He got up and poured them both a brandy and sat next to her on the sofa.

“So how long has this been going on?”

“At boarding school, they called me Frigid Freda” she replied, and he giggled

“Stop it, it’s not funny,” she said laughing herself

“Oh, it really is” he responded

“It’s not that I’m unwilling” she said “I really want to, like tonight I really, really wanted to, as soon as I saw you at the funeral I wanted to, I’ve wanted to since I was 12, I just don’t get …. wet”

“So have you never….” He began

“I’m not a virgin”, she said indignantly “I’ve done it a few times”

“Sorry”

“The only problem was none of them were particularly pleasurable experiences” she explained and took another mouthful of brandy “I just don’t get properly aroused, so they were all pretty much …. dry affairs”

“I’ll apologize in advance for being indelicate” he said “but what about erm…. Fingering?”

“Oh yes” she said proudly “when I wake up to a moist morning, I take full advantage of it”

“So, you have orgasmed?”

“Yes, but not the “eyes rolling back into your head” type” she said, and Oliver got up and refilled their glasses.

When he sat down again, he made a suggestion

“Have you tried girls?”

Pandora just rolled her eyes

“Perhaps you’re gay” he elaborated

“Tried that at boarding school” she retorted “dry as a bone”

When he didn’t respond Pandora said

“You’re actually imagining me naked being fondled by schoolgirls, aren’t you?”

“Pretty much, I can’t lie” he said picturing her sitting on a girl’s face.

Then she turned to him and kissed him, and the kiss was lingering and provocative and when she broke off, she put her hand on his lap smiled coyly at him and said,

“I wish I was as turned on as you are” 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (360) Victim of Lust

 

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, which was where 25 year old Ausra Malinauskaite worked as a barmaid, and was the first hire of Manager James Mosely, that had been 7 years earlier.

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 Ausra and the other two bar staff, Danielle 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.

Ausra 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.

Ausra and Angela were then let out by James and the door was bolted behind them, however Danielle stayed on to help him cash up.

Although she and Angela both knew that that was not the only reason, because Danielle had it bad for James.

The girls didn’t really get why because although he was a nice guy, he was singularly unremarkable to look at.

Not that how he looked affected Ausra, because she would have been a rival for Danielle’s sexual favour’s because she was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and she would have entertained her for hours.

Alas for her, Danielle was a cock only kind of girl, but she thought Angela was a possible prospect as the pretty 18-year-old was something of a blank page having had no sexual experiences at all.

 

They looked like an odd pair as they walked across the car park, a tall pale Lithuanian with silver blonde hair and a little curvy Italian with a dark complexion and black curls.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Ausra asked as she knew they both had the day off.

“Nothing at all” Angela replied “Why?”

“I have an assessment next week, so would you be my victim?”

Although Ausra had done bar work for 7 years she was also training to be a masseur, it would be better money than the pub and there were obvious perks.

“I could really use the practice”

“Will I be naked?” she asked

“Yes, but the curtains will be drawn, and the light will be low” Ausra assured her “and I have towels”

“Oh, ok then” she replied innocently

 

The next day Angela Panzera knocked on Ausra’s front door and was greeted by her friend, adorned in a silk robe, who led her into her lounge, which was dimly lit by candlelight, and in the middle of the room stood a massage table.

“Is this ok for you?” Ausra asked

“I think so” she replied nervously

“Well, you can go in the bedroom and undress” she suggested “come out as soon as you are comfortable”

 

Ten minutes later Angela emerged from the bedroom wrapped in a large white towel.

“Ok hon?” Ausra asked

“Yes” she replied falteringly and walked over to the table, and standing with her back to Ausra, Angela let her towel drop to the floor and climbed onto the table and lay face down on the towel Ausra had prepared and with a moistness in her knickers she applied the oil and began to rub it into the little virgin’s soft skin

“That feels nice” she said

“Only nice?” Ausra asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”

“Hmmm” she responded as she applied more pressure

“So, you’re enjoying it then” she said  
“Hmmm” Angel responded again as she worked the muscles in her thighs. “Lovely”

“Lovely?” Ausra replied

“So, you’re pleased you agreed to be my victim”

“Oh yes” Angela said as Ausra kneaded her plump little buttocks and slid her thumbs downward

“Are you going to do this for your assessment?” she asked with surprise

“No, they don’t teach you this”

“Oh God” Angela moaned, as Ausra’s thumbs massaged her labia before her long slender fingers parted her lips and Angela gasped

“Ooooh you’ve definitely passed” she moaned

Ausra pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped her fingertips into her moistness and Angela responded vociferously as she let out a series of low muffled moans as her fingers worked at her juicy flesh.

Ausra then pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to her, and Angela squirmed in response to her erotic touch.

Ausra bent Angela’s right leg at the knee, which rolled her hips slightly and then she climbed on the table with her, and Angela realized for the first time that Ausra was also naked

As she lay between Angela’s legs, she raised herself up on one elbow and looked around at Ausra pleadingly, so she kissed her hot mouth and cupped her breast before removing her hand and penetrating Angela’s hot pussy tenderly with two fingers.

“Oh God Ausra” she moaned

 

As she walked home, Angela Panzera was smiling broadly, having begun the day nervous and apprehensive she had ended it by brazenly sitting on Ausra’s face.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (420) Christmas Cubicle

 

The beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa which was where Frank, and Maisie Harris were staying for their company Christmas party

The had been together for three years and married for one and were reasonably happy, apart from the sex, which was basic and unremarkable, but that all changed forever that Christmas, and all because of the plumbing.

The problem in the bedroom was that was the only place they had ever had sex, it was always in the bedroom, always with the lights, either off or at the very least, dimmed.

Oral sex rarely occurred and when it did the light were very definitely off.

Maisie was the main problem because she was extremely shy and in the three years, they had been intimate Frank had never seen her completely naked, but that was about to change.

They had arrived at the hotel at midday and after checking in, they went down to the bar to meet up with some of their fellow party guests and a few drinks were consumed and by the time they had returned to the room they both needed to pee.

Maisie got to the bathroom first and locked the door behind her, and a few minutes later she screamed, a few moments after that the locked clicked and the door opened, and she rushed out.

“There’s stuff in the toilet” she squealed

“What stuff?” he retorted

“Toilet stuff” she shouted

Frank went into the bathroom to check for himself, fully expecting it to be a piece of soiled toilet paper, however when he lifted the lid, he almost squealed himself, as the pan was filled to the brim with a brown liquid, he didn’t want to investigate any closer, and a copious quantity of toilet paper smeared with something else he didn’t want to be any more familiar with.

“Good God” he exclaimed and then joined Maisie in the bedroom

 “I’ll ring down for help” he said

“Tell them to hurry, I’m desperate” she said pleadingly

 

After reporting it to reception he was told someone would be with them as soon as possible

“What am I going to do?” she whined and hopped from foot to foot “I really need to go”

Frank was also desperate, but he was able to use the wash basin, that wasn’t an option for Maisie as she was only four feet ten, the other option was the shower cubicle, but he thought she might find that distasteful.

“Me too” he said but I have a solution so he went in the bathroom and undressed, thinking that he could pee and shower at the same time.

He’d just managed the first part successfully and was about to turn on the shower when Maisie screamed again so he rushed out to see what was wrong

“What’s happened?”

“I’ve wet myself that’s what happened” she growled as she wriggled out of her wet leggings and pants

“I can’t wait any longer” she said and ran into the bathroom but did so with such urgency that she forgot to lock the door, so he followed.

When he reached the door, she was squatting in the shower cubicle, with her shirt pulled up around her middle, her thick ginger bush clearly visible to him, and then she released a jet of piss against the glass panel, which was long and sustained, and she wore an expression of bliss on her face.

Naturally such a sight gave Frank a serious erection, so he walked towards her, and Maisie’s eyes were fixed on his cock and when he reached the cubicle she took him in her mouth, which surprised him as she normally needed encouragement to do that, she was also fingering herself and he had never witnessed that, so he was certain he was going to get his balls wet very soon.

When she had readied herself, she relinquished his cock pulled her shirt off over her head, unhooked and discarded her bra, and got on all fours so he could fuck her from behind.

 

Her moans rang around the cubicle and grew ever more intense as his rhythm increased and then she screamed, and with her body shuddering before him, he shot into her.

With his cock still twitching inside her hot pussy, she relaxed and let out a long languorous sigh.

After a moment or two, he leant forward and kissed her on the neck and as he slowly withdrew his cock from her comfortable cunny, and she sighed again.

“I love you” Frank said

“I love you too,” Maisie said “but now I need to pee again”

“Can I watch?”

“You’re a perv”

“I know but can I watch?”

“Of course, you can” she replied and giggled “But you’d better move out of the firing line”

So, he got to his feet and stood aside, leaving Maisie on all fours where she expelled another jet of piss, less spectacular and less sustain than before but none the less arousing, and as she squeezed out the last drops of piss there was a knock on the door.