Choice Tales from the Vale – (532) Do you still think I’m Gorgeous

 

Our story is set in and around Turnoak-Under-Hawthorne, a large rambling village, originally settled in the 12th century on the sparsely wooded slopes on the Northern fringe of the Finchbottom Vale about 5 miles from Purplemere, and it was everything you would expect from a Downshire Village, which was why Peter Searles decided to move there.

Shortly before Christmas Peter was indulging one of his favourite pastimes during the festive season, watching Christmas Movies and was about a quarter of the way through “The Shop Around the Corner” when he detected the telltale clip clop sound of high heels from outside.

He glanced at the clock and thought it must be his neighbour Karen returning from the Christmas Bash at the Cricket Club, so he returned his attention to the film.

When a moment later there was a knock on his front door, he  checked the clock again as he got up and walked out into the hall.

He opened the door and a rather tipsy Ingrid Steponavidute

almost fell through it.

“Hello Peter” she said with a flourish.

“You had a nice time then” he said as he helped her into the house.

“I had a wonderful time” she exclaimed.

She tottered a few steps then kicked off her shoes, which made her a little more stable on her feet, and she quickly progressed into the lounge.

All the while talking nine to the dozen about how marvellous the evening was.

Ingrid was a close friend who Peter had had a brief affair with during the summer after her husband left her.

She was now divorced, and the Christmas party was her first outing as a singleton and she was quite worried about it, but to be on the safe side she went with a friend of Peter’s.

But any doubts she may have had, clearly evaporated, there was no sign of a crisis of confidence.

“So did you like Jerry then” he asked as she plopped down on the sofa.

“Yes, I did very much” she said smiling.

“But not like that”

“That’s a shame” he said as he sat down next to her.

“But what are you doing here then?”

“Well, I saw your lights were still on from the taxi and I thought I’d come and tell you all about my evening” she explained.

“Why were you in a taxi?” he asked, “Why didn’t Jerry take you home?”

“I didn’t want him too” she replied and lay down with her head and shoulders on his lap.

“And why was your taxi driving past my house when you live in the opposite direction?” he asked suspiciously.

“I’ve no idea” she replied, as she was laying at full stretch on her back looking up at him.

“Really?” he said and rested his hand on her belly.

“So, you didn’t contrive to be here?”

“Well maybe” she confessed.

“I see”

“Do you still think I’m gorgeous?” she asked, regally draped before him.

“You used to think I was gorgeous”.

“Always” he replied and slowly moved his right hand, which had been resting on her belly, up to caress the roundness of her breast, and Ingrid murmured as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes.

Her breast rose and fell in his hand as she breathed and as he caressed the heaving mound, he felt her stiffening nipple beneath the fabric, then she lifted her head and reached behind her neck and untied the halter, and with a brief lick of the lips she returned to her serene reclining.

Peter tugged gently on the halter until both magnificent breasts were fully exposed, topped by her succulent nipples standing proud like dark pink sentinels and his eager hands grasped greedily at them and kneaded them like warm dough.

Her arse squirmed discernibly as his fingers traced around her areolas and teased and toyed with her nipples until they stood as stiff as his little finger.

Ingrid’s breasts were still heaving like two ships caught in an Atlantic swell as his right hand returned to her belly and joined his other hand in pulling the fabric of her dress upwards slowly exposing her black stockinged legs until the bulk of her skirts rested above her knees.

When the hem was in reach, he placed his hand on her knee so it could begin its journey under her skirts and up the inside of her thigh.

The rising and falling of her chest increased exponentially with the progress of his hand, as did the licking of her lips.

It excited Peter very much looking down on her as he played with her body like a musical instrument.

He slowly stroked the inside of her upper thigh, almost reaching the source of her heat and then stroking away from it, repeatedly teasing her, and delighting at the reactions on her sweet face.

Until, just at the point when she thought he would stop short again, his fingers reached her groin and the expression on her face was pure joy as his digits traced lightly up to her pubis and down to the site of the itch she wanted him to scratch, then she reached up and kissed him, she was a great kisser, as she kissed him, she pulled herself up so she was seated on his lap,

This allowed his hand, which was still up her skirt, though dormant between her thighs, to make progress into her pants, and an instant later it was inside the silk of her panties.

It paused momentarily with her pubic hair beneath his palm and the back of his hand pressed against expensive silk.

Ingrid moaned loudly in his face as his fingers slipped into her creamy wetness.

She was so well primed, obviously she had been planning his seduction all evening, so it was only a matter of minutes before she came, and she was again on the move.

This time she scrambled up, so she was straddling him and was kissing him almost absentminded as she struggled desperately to undo his belt.

Peter had both hands up her skirt and quickly tugged her knickers off her plump buttocks and even had time for a long appreciative squeeze of each buttock before she finished with his belt and moved onto his fly.

Ingrid had now stopped kissing him and was concentrating so intently that she had her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth.

As cute as she looked Peter decided to take matters into his own hands and rolled her sideways onto the sofa and swiftly removed her silk panties then he knelt between her naked legs stroking her thighs while she finished her task on his trousers.

Once she had finished Ingrid lay back smugly and watched on, as he stood up and stripped off and with her gaze firmly fixed on his erection she said.

“This is what I wanted when I got into the taxi”.

Peter smiled and climbed on top of her, pausing only a moment to suck on one of her teats, then he kissed her as she grasped his cock firmly and guided his shaft between her moist lips and she loudly exclaimed appreciatively in his face as he penetrated her.

Ingrid dug her heels into the sofa and gripped his buttocks hard; digging her nails into his flesh as she repeatedly pulled him into her hot cunny.

Peter rested his weight on one arm as he fondled her breast with his free hand and watched the ecstasy etched into her face as she urged him to finish her and in three spine tingling thrusts, they both came in noisy unison.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (531) Getting to Grips with the Minutes

 

As Vinod Achrekar left his cottage, he had a tingling in his groin and a developing semi in his pants in response to a text he received informing him about the Church meeting at the village hall at 2 o’clock.

As he approached the village hall, he saw the verger Sandra Connolly walking through the door and once inside he found the various members from the church committee seated around the table. 

Pleasantries were exchanged and Mary Rose, the Vicar, smiled at him, it was the type of smile that babies make, which you think is cute but turns out to be wind.

Sandra sat down next to him and with everyone else already seated the meeting could begin.

He heard the opening statements and the order of business but then his mind wandered as Sandra started stroking his cock under the table with one hand, while writing the minutes with the other.

By the time they reached the final item on the agenda, any other business he had a throbbing hard on, which had escaped down the leg of his boxers, and aching balls.

When the meeting was over, he had to remain seated due to his engorged cock, on the pretext of making notes, Sandra did get up and busied around and he was amused to see a wet patch on the back of her skirt.

Once they had said all their goodbyes Sandra locked the door and liberated his cock from his trousers so he could fuck her on the table.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (530) Navy Blue Knickers

 

On the west side of Downshire is Northchapel which has always been the Industrial powerhouse of the County and although it doesn’t physically occupy its centre it is the beating heart of the County.

In recent generations its fortunes had suffered greatly but in the 21st century major regeneration of the town were underway and Martin McLaughlan was heavily involved, and sometimes thought of nothing but his work.

 

At New Years Eve he was invited to a fancy-dress party and although he didn’t really want to go, he knew his girlfriend Sasha wouldn’t let him miss it.

So early in the evening of the party, Sasha Woodcock, arrived at the house.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I’ve come to make sure you don’t cry off” she said.

“I wasn’t going to; I was just about to get into my costume” he lied.

Sasha slipped off her coat to reveal her schoolgirl costume, white knee length socks, a grey pleated skirt, white blouse, and a school tie.

“Very nice” he said as he appraised her.

“Navy blue knickers?” he asked.

“Of course, big ones, with a little pocket” she replied.

“Well show me then” he asked.

“No” she replied coyly and turned her back on him.

Martin walked up behind his diminutive girlfriend and put his hands on her shoulders and said.

“I’d really like a look”.

Sashe leant back against him, and he kissed the top of her head, then he ran his hands slowly down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.

She leant her head back so she could look up at him and said.

“We haven’t got time for that”.

“I think we do” he said and bent down and kissed her smiling lips and as he did so he began pulling the front of her blouse up so he could get a better hold of her tits.

“Oh no you don’t” she said and leant forward pressing her tits against the back of the sofa, denying him access and giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Playing hard to get eh” he said and quickly lifted the back of her blouse up and unfastened her bra.

“Hey sneaky” she said still laughing but pressed her front even tighter against the furnishings denying him access to her un-restrained tits.

He changed his tack and got his hands up her skirt, but Sasha instantly countered his new assault by pressing her pelvis up against the frame of the sofa, preventing him from getting at her minge.

Undeterred he span her around and pushed her backwards on to the sofa, she was laughing as she spans around and then let out a girlish yelp as she landed on her back.

Sasha’s legs were sticking up in the air so he grabbed one ankle so she couldn’t get up again and then yanked her navy-blue knickers off her arse before she knew what was happening.

From then on it was relatively simple to pull them off over her ankles despite the fact she was trying to kick her legs.

“We really don’t have time,” she said still giggling.

“Well, you’re almost naked now” he responded as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his cock from his pants and gave it a bit of a tug.

Sasha’s arse was parked on the arm of the sofa while her head and shoulders were on the seat pad, as a result her fanny was looking up at him.

As he immobilized her legs with one arm he placed his hand on her bush, combing her pubes with his fingers and slipping his thumb along her greasy crease which was when Sasha stopped giggling and moaned softly instead.

“We’re going to be late for the party” she purred as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

“We’d better get on with it then” he said and plugged into her.

The moment his shaft was greased up to his balls he released Sasha’s legs, and she relocated them either side of his head and crossed her ankles behind his neck.

There were no more protestations about a lack of time only murmurs and moans of pleasure as he entered her moist minge again and again.

As he banged her the sofa moved inch by inch across the room as her moans grew louder until right on cue when the sofa would move no further, they both came.

 

They made it to the party in time for the New Year, and he made her wear her cum sodden knickers throughout, but he did allow her to take them off in the taxi on the way home.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (529) Welcome Home

 

Tom Puddifoot was sitting in his garden talking to his next-door neighbour Denise Green was talking animatedly about her girlfriend Briony Berning, in fact she was the main topic of conversation.

He thought it was quite sweet to hear her gushing about the girl she clearly loved, and no one deserved love more than her.

She was saying.

“Briony said this” or “Briony did that”.

He of course could only picture them doing “this” or “that” to each other, which brought a tingle to his trousers, and after five minutes he couldn’t think of anything else but Denise being licked out by her new girlfriend.

After Denise had gone, his lustful imagination had left him with aching balls and a solid erection, so when his wife walked through the door, he thought he should take advantage of the situation and nailed her over the kitchen table.

 

She was laying bent over the table sighing with her bare arse and bejewelled fanny on full display while he redressed.

He bent down and kissed one cheek and caressed the other and she said.

“That was a lovely welcome home”.

“If you get your gorgeous arse upstairs you can have some more” he said.

“Ok lovely” she purred.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (528) When the Wind Doth Blow

 

A violent storm was rattling around the county and due to the dreadful weather John Cooper had an unwelcome guest in the form of his ex-wife Lisa. 

Thunder clapped loudly overhead, and lighting flashes lit the sky.

He was lying on his side with his back to the door and had a great view through the open curtains.

John had been in bed for maybe an hour drifting in and out of sleep when he heard the bedroom door slowly open and then close again, so he looked over his shoulder and a figure was standing by the bed.

“Lisa?” he said, “what’s the matter?”

“It’s so cold” she said, “and the thunder frightened me”.

“Ok get in with me” he said, “but no funny business”.

“No funny business” She agreed, and Lisa slipped under the covers and immediately farted.

“That’s not a good start” John said.

“Sorry” she said and giggled as she pressed so close against him it was like he had a second skin.

Two hours after her entry into his bed was accompanied by a fart, she left it with her a farting fanny.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (527) Falsely Accused

 

On Monday afternoon, his progress was followed every step of the way as he left the leisure centre swimming pool complex, by a stern-faced female employee who suspected him of having sex in a changing room cubicle.

She didn’t actually accuse him, but it was obvious to him that she thought it, however she was not 100 percent correct in her suspicion, he’d actually been in the mouth of his sister-in-law as she gave him a toe-curling blow job.

Nonetheless he wouldn’t be able to try that again for a while.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (526) By the Flowing Waters

 

The Downshire Navigation, is part of the canal network which runs between Nettlefield in the north, down through Millmoor and the Oakhams to Northchapel, Abbeyvale and then to its most southerly point, Abbottsford, where it again heads north, this time to Childean, Purplemere and Finchbottom where it joined the River Finch, it was also where the Saucy Sally was moored, where in the early evening, as the flowing waters lapped against the side of barge, Rob Andrews lapped at Yasmin Martin’s flowing waters and they made love again with the spring sunlight shining through the window, flooding the cabin in an orange glow.

 

They sat on the bed awhile gathering themselves, then Yasmin picked her clothes up and redressed, as he watched libidinously while she rehoused her lovely titties before he got dressed himself, then they shared a soft and gentle, affectionate farewell kiss before he opened the door.

It was getting dark as they prepared to leave the barge and return to the car.

“That was a very pleasant afternoon,” Rob said.

“Wasn’t it” Yasmin agreed with a grin.

“I’m not so sure the owner won’t know that someone’s been here,” he said.

“I know, we certainly left our mark on the bed linen” Yasmin said with a chuckle.

She left first and headed along the towpath to the car park Rob followed five minutes later and came under the steely gaze of a rather stern looking dog walker.

A young woman who would otherwise have been quite fuckable, if she hadn’t been wearing such a sour expression, he thought she probably knew what they had been doing and didn’t like it a bit.