Choice Tales from the Vale – (536) Can I undress you now

 

The Oakham’s are made up of Upper and Lower Oakham, which are located in the Finchbottom Vale, in the most rural part of the county between Millmoor and Appleby.

The Upper village is so named because it sits on the hill and Lower Oakham nestles in the Valley below.

The Upper village is so named because it sits on the hill and Lower Oakham nestles in the Valley below.

The Oakham’s are starkly divided between the well-heeled and the down at heel and Ryan Fisher bucked the trend by not fitting either category.

Ryan had his own small holding and was also the local jack of all trades.

So not the sort of person you would readily expect to be bedding a Lady, but it happened, nonetheless, and continued to happen.

However, in public they had to adopt a different stance, and could not show any form of familiarity, and when they did hook up, they had to be discreet, in fact the only time they were able to touch in public was when they went to the Masquerade Ball at Halloween, and they could dance and even hold hands, because their faces were covered at all times.  

At the end of the night, they went their separate ways and reunited at a 3-star Hotel where they would go unnoticed.

The next day, she was too hungover to drive so he drove to her.

huge detached Victorian House set in ten acres of Upper Oakham.

As he drove up the drive Claire said

“Put it in the garage, the remote is in the door pocket”.

So, he opened the garage door as instructed and drove in, then closed the door behind him.

They got out of the car and after retrieving her overnight bag from the boot they went into the house safe from prying eyes, emerging in the kitchen where Claire took the bag from him.

“Make a drink darling” she said, “I need to pee”.

“Can I watch?” he asked.

“You really are a dirty oik” she said which he took to mean no, so he boiled the kettle and made coffee.

He was sat on a stool drinking his when she rejoined him in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.

And she was not dressed for morning coffee she walked in wearing matching black silk underwear, black stockings, high heeled shoes, and a come-hither look.

Then she moved in close and kissed him slowly and deliberately and his cock almost burst out of his trousers.

“Can I undress you now?” he asked her between kisses.

“You don’t have to undress me completely” she replied with a coy smile.

He knew precisely what she meant by that, so he ran his fingers lightly across the cool silk of her camisole, and they caressed gently around her breast and brushed her nipples, stirring them like an autumn breeze and making her suck air through her teeth before kissing him urgently.

Ryan’s handmade full meaningful contact with her firm round breast and his thumb traced circles around the areola of her aroused teat. 

Claire pressed up against him so close that a cigarette paper couldn’t have passed between them.

So, his hand abandoned her breast and joined its partner to fondle her supple silk clad buttocks.

She fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.

This motion offered up her stocking topped thigh to within easy reach of his hand, a situation he immediately took advantage of.  

Beginning at her knee he stroked her leg, the stocking was sheer and cool beneath my palm, the lace topping was luxurious and the flesh beyond as soft and silky as the black knickers at the top of her thigh.

They stopped kissing and Claire rested her forehead against his as his hand slipped up her knicker leg and his fingers were quickly toying amidst her pubic hairs.

He could feel Claire’s hot breath on his face and as his fingers slipped into the creamy wetness between her lips she exclaimed loudly.

As he marvelled at her wetness and how delicious her cream felt between his fingers, she moved her head next to his so he could hear her murmuring and panting.

These erotic emanations soon turned to moans as he rubbed her clitoris, and it wasn’t many moments before she stiffened in his arms as she came loudly in his ear in response to his tender touch.

Her arms were locked around his neck as she kissed his ear and chewed roughly on his earlobe before she wetly tongued every contour of his ear. 

He grasped a handful of fleshy buttocks in each hand and stood up, not an easy task with Claire wrapped around his neck like an anaconda but made all the more difficult by the added handicap of a rather noteworthy erection trying desperately to break free.

But he wasn’t planning on a route march, he only needed to stagger three paces, where he deposited Claire’s cute arse on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

As her plump cheeks slapped onto the marble worktop, she released her vice like grip and looked at him very lustfully and smiled before resting her head on his chest.

She remained in that position all the while she was extricating his swollen member from his clothing.

When she had completed her task, she looked back up at him, her mouth wearing a distinct leer as she grasped his cock tightly in her small hand.

He could have taken the opportunity to undress her, she wouldn’t have complained, but he knew that wasn’t what she wanted.

Ryan put his hand on her cheek and turning her face towards him, he kissed her lustful lips as she held on to his manhood as if her life depended on it.

With the merest of pressure, he pulled her legs open and with her open to the fullest, he slipped his thumb up the leg of her silk panties and pulled them to one side and exposed the moist flesh.

So, when he inched forward her hand guided him in, and she moaned in his mouth as he penetrated her.

Claire gripped his hips with her knees and her stiletto heels dug into his calves as he thrust into her a second and third time.

She released her grip from about his neck and leant back, resting on her hands as she continued to receive him.

She was panting and puffing like a steam engine as he thrust again and again.

Ryan was in no hurry to finish her as he wanted to savour every moment of it, after all he couldn’t be sure if this was going to be the last time I got enjoy her, his luck would have to run out sooner or later.
However all things must come to an end and Claire was on the brink of orgasm and exhaustion so as she had collapsed onto her back he slid both hands up under her camisole and groped at her beautiful tits while he quickened the pace until she screamed out in orgasm and he followed her with a prolonged grunt, and Claire squirmed and sighed smugly,

“That was….” she began.

He thought to himself that if it was to be their swan song it wasn’t at all bad.

As it turned out his fears proved to be premature in regard to Claire as she took him to her bed and kept him there until dawn broke, after which he walked to the golf course carpark where his car was parked.

And nor was it to be the last time as they were to continue their lusty relationship for many years to cum.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (535) Meeting his Match

 

Ray Priest lived in the idyllic village of Mornington-By-Mere, situated in the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and he is what is known in simple terms, a womaniser, but that word in no way truly described him, he had taken conquest and seduction to an art form status.

Part of his secret was that he had no type, body shape Age, hair colour, height, weight, race, creed, or colour.

Also, nothing was off the menu with him, he enjoyed pleasure and pleasuring in equal measure.  

However, when he met Marietjie Wentzel Byles he had met his match and the sex between them was electric.

The first time happened on the sofa in his house, she was completely naked with her long legs spread wide, and he was knelt between them as she grasped his cock firmly and guided it into her hairy hole.

“Oh God” she exclaimed in his face as he penetrated her.

Ray couldn’t recall at that precise moment the number of lips he’d parted on that sofa, but he knew that he wouldn’t forget Marietjie warm welcoming wetness for a long time.

Marietjie dug her heels into the sofa and gripped his buttocks firmly; digging her nails deep into his flesh as she repeatedly pulled him deeply into her hot cunny.

She urged him on and on, pounding her pussy until her whole body went into spasm as she came with a sensual scream and his cock pulsed and twitched inside her.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (534) After I’ve Showered

Brassington is a large sprawling village nestled in the wooded hills on the southern edge of the Dancingdean Forest in the southeast corner of Downshire and Tony Torlini was one of the foresters, and in the woods, he loved so much was the small cottage belonging to Robin Young, and Tony was a regular visitor, though not always prearranged or announced.

So, one morning when he arrived at her door, she was sitting in the kitchen still in her night clothes.

“Tony!” she exclaimed and rushed into his arms.

 

After some urgent and frenetic foreplay in the kitchen Robin suddenly broke away from him and ran into the lounge. 

When he walked in behind her Robin was stood in the middle of the room grinning, and then she pulled her nighty off over her head.

“Now you can enjoy my delights” she said and plonked down on the couch.

“I don’t mind if I do” he responded and knelt down on the floor in front and began kissing her inner thigh and said.

“I want to enjoy your deliciousness first”.

“No don’t, do that later” she urged “after I’ve showered”.

Hearing that she was un-showered only made him want to lick her out more and he began kissing her inner thigh again.

“I’m not clean” she reiterated and covered her pussy with her hands, but he proceeded upward along her thigh, and he could smell her pungent unwashed scent, no perfume, or powder or scented soap, just a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and stale lust, and the gamey, heady fragrance fully aroused him.

As his lips reached the top of her thigh her hands yielded access to her pungent pink pussy, which was too inviting for him to ignore, so he unceremoniously plunged into the salty rime and licked out her clamshell until she cried out in orgasm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (533) My Knickers are out of Bounds

 

Christopher Norrish and his girlfriend Anita O'Day lived in the idyllic village of Mornington-By-Mere, situated in the beautiful Finchbottom Vale, where they had a small, terraced cottage, and they both worked nights, but at different Hospital’s.

It was a warm summer morning and Christopher got home first and sat in the garden beneath a willow tree with his back against it as he drank his tea.

Ten minutes later Anita appeared in the kitchen doorway.

“Hi hon” he said, “You’re home nice and early”.

“I managed to catch the early bus” she replied as she sat on the grass beside him.

“Time for me to get into your knickers before bed then” he said hopefully.

“No chance, I’m going have ten minutes in the sun while I drink my tea and then bed” she replied as she lay down with her head on his chest.

“Well, I was suggesting the bed bit” he said.

“My knickers are out of bounds” she reiterated.

While Christopher continued to drink his tea, Anita dosed off and as he absentmindedly stroked her belly when it dawned on him that he could be stroking something else.

 

His fingers reached her groin and his digits traced lightly up to her pubis and down to the meaty lips of her camel toe.

Even through her leggings and panties he could feel a building heat as he rubbed her pussy through two layers of material, he could feel moisture on his fingertips, and he watched her chest rising and falling as her breathing deepened, she licked her lips.

He rubbed her more and more and his fingers got wetter and wetter then Anita suddenly sat up.    

“Ok you can get in my knickers”.

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.