The four friends had spent the morning playing a foursome at the Forest Ridge Golf Club, they all lived locally in the village of Forestdean and three of them had houses that backed onto the course.
Their foursome had become a regular fixture on their calendars after Dave Whitaker had taken early retirement at the age of 50.
It seemed the right thing to do at the time, his children had flown the nest, his wife had passed and his job had lost its lustre, so he retired and he never regretted it for a moment.
Retirement enabled him to spend time with his three favourite ladies of leisure, Sarah Price, Katie George and Wilhelmina Winten.
Sarah and Katie were both wealthy grass widows and ten years younger than he and spinster Willi was three years older and was a retired PE Teacher.
After spending a very pleasant morning on the course they lunched at the club as was their habit and as they sat down at their regular table Willi announced
“I can’t be late home today, Marta is coming to help me tidy the attic”
“It must be important if you’re going to cut your lunch short” Sarah said and they all laughed.
“If truth be told I do rather look forward to the days Marta comes to help me” she said when the laughter had subsided
“She’s really such a nice girl and very good company”
Which was when, the waitress, Georgina, arrived at the table to take their order.
“So you’re not coming to mine for drinks this afternoon Willi?” Katie asked
“I’m afraid not” she replied
“What about you Sarah?”
“No not today” she replied reading a text on her phone “somethings come up”
“Just me and you then Dave” Katie said
“Ok with me” Dave remarked
So after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company, and feeling a little over indulged, they had a rendezvous by their trolleys and prepared for the short stroll across the 18th fairway apart from Sarah Price who was the only one of the group whose house didn’t adjoin the Golf Course.
“I’ll say goodbye now” she said “I need to pop to the pro shop before I head home”
So while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th fairway she went the other way to the pro shop.
The text she received during lunch was from David Snowdon the Golf Pro who was talking to a customer when she walked in but he soon made his excuses.
“Can I help?”
“Yes I’m here for my golf lesson” she replied matter of factly.
“Ok would you like to come through?”
David led her out the back of the shop and to the end of the store where there was a golf simulator set up.
“So what aspect of the game would you like to cover today?” he asked
“Well I have always thought that club selection is very important” Sarah said unzipping his shorts
“Very important” he agreed
“And the grip is all-important” she added taking hold of his cock and tugging on it
“I have to complement you on the stroke play” he said and indulged in some stroke play of his own and finally did her on all fours.
Wednesday, 28 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (239) Double Trouble at Halloween
Lifelong best friends Greg Wishaw and Joshua Regal worked together for Stanislas, Boivin and Champeaux Solicitors in Finchbottom and spent their annual bonus on the trip of a life time on the Orient Express and were partying hard in the bar car when Greg got chatting with a drop dead gorgeous girl called Tara Harfield, who was serious posh totty, and seriously hot.
She was five foot two with red hair and a pale complexion and was cutely freckled and she was with a friend, Sonja Marti who was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut party outfits and when Greg pulled Tara and went back to her cabin he found out to his delight that Tara and Sonja came as a pair.
In the following months the three of them had many exhausting and exhilarating sexual adventures together, but he and Josh still went out carousing together on a regular basis.
By the time October came around he hadn’t seen the girls for about six weeks, due to a combination of work commitments, holidays and illness.
Greg had just got back from Prague after a three day stag for his best friend Joshua and he was absolutely exhausted so he went upstairs stripped off and crashed out.
When he woke up about 8 hours later, he did so with some alarm and the reason for that was that he was tied spread-eagled on the bed.
“What the hell?” he said as he tested the strength of each of his bonds in turn.
And at that moment the door opened and two witches walked in, wearing long black cloaks and floppy witch’s hats, white striped socks and black high-heeled ankle boots with bright red laces.
“Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble” the witches chorused
“I might have known it was you two” he said
“Trick or treat” they yelled
“Well obviously it’s “Treat”” he said as the blood started to flood toward his member
“Good choice” Tara responded
“A very good choice” Sonja agreed and they both shed their cloaks and the black dresses beneath to reveal that the black and white socks reached their thighs.
And they were both wearing silk and lace lingerie, the redheaded Tara wore green while the dusky Sonja was contained in pale yellow, there was one similarity between their panties however both pairs bore a distinctive dark patch, the size and shape of a two pound coin.
Once they were down to their underwear they walked seductive to their positions on either side of the bed.
Tara began to play with his cock which was fully aroused while Sonja, who had shed her bra, dangled her tits in his face and let him suck on one of her teats, then withdrew it and let him suck the other, and when they were both misshaped and covered in saliva she joined her friend who took his cock in her mouth.
By the time they were ready to undress Greg noticed the dark patches on their panties had spread considerably.
The two posh girls then did rock, paper, scissors to determine who went first and so while Tara lowered her hot ginger pussy onto his waiting cock Sonja’s dark juicy treasure settled on his face.
After Tara and Sonja had completely satisfied themselves they released their captive who then pulled them onto the bed for a cuddle.
“We haven’t got time for snuggles” Tara said “We’ll be late for the Halloween party”
“Do we have to go?” he asked pathetically
“Yes we do” insisted Sonja “So hurry up and get dressed”
“I don’t think I’ll bother” Greg said disinterestedly
“Oh please” they begged
“Ok, on one condition”
“Anything” they chorused
“You have to wear each other’s wet knickers” he said
“But our knickers match our bras” Tara said
“And we can’t swap bra’s as we have different shaped titties” Sonja pointed out
“Don’t wear the bras then” he said
“So you want me to go out to the party without a bra and wearing her wet knickers?” Tara stated
“Yes”
“You dirty, dirty boy” Tara replied and snatched the wet yellow lingerie out of Sonja’s hand, who then bend down and picked up the green pair and examined them.
“These are even wetter than mine” she said and giggled as she pulled them up.
“I feel really dirty” Tara said as she pulled the yellow panties up to cover her ginger bush but she had a filthy leer on her face.
“Youll feel even dirtier on the way back” Greg said
“Why?” they asked simultaneously
“Because you wont be wearing any at all” he said
“Lovely” they both said and laughed dirtily
She was five foot two with red hair and a pale complexion and was cutely freckled and she was with a friend, Sonja Marti who was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut party outfits and when Greg pulled Tara and went back to her cabin he found out to his delight that Tara and Sonja came as a pair.
In the following months the three of them had many exhausting and exhilarating sexual adventures together, but he and Josh still went out carousing together on a regular basis.
By the time October came around he hadn’t seen the girls for about six weeks, due to a combination of work commitments, holidays and illness.
Greg had just got back from Prague after a three day stag for his best friend Joshua and he was absolutely exhausted so he went upstairs stripped off and crashed out.
When he woke up about 8 hours later, he did so with some alarm and the reason for that was that he was tied spread-eagled on the bed.
“What the hell?” he said as he tested the strength of each of his bonds in turn.
And at that moment the door opened and two witches walked in, wearing long black cloaks and floppy witch’s hats, white striped socks and black high-heeled ankle boots with bright red laces.
“Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble” the witches chorused
“I might have known it was you two” he said
“Trick or treat” they yelled
“Well obviously it’s “Treat”” he said as the blood started to flood toward his member
“Good choice” Tara responded
“A very good choice” Sonja agreed and they both shed their cloaks and the black dresses beneath to reveal that the black and white socks reached their thighs.
And they were both wearing silk and lace lingerie, the redheaded Tara wore green while the dusky Sonja was contained in pale yellow, there was one similarity between their panties however both pairs bore a distinctive dark patch, the size and shape of a two pound coin.
Once they were down to their underwear they walked seductive to their positions on either side of the bed.
Tara began to play with his cock which was fully aroused while Sonja, who had shed her bra, dangled her tits in his face and let him suck on one of her teats, then withdrew it and let him suck the other, and when they were both misshaped and covered in saliva she joined her friend who took his cock in her mouth.
By the time they were ready to undress Greg noticed the dark patches on their panties had spread considerably.
The two posh girls then did rock, paper, scissors to determine who went first and so while Tara lowered her hot ginger pussy onto his waiting cock Sonja’s dark juicy treasure settled on his face.
After Tara and Sonja had completely satisfied themselves they released their captive who then pulled them onto the bed for a cuddle.
“We haven’t got time for snuggles” Tara said “We’ll be late for the Halloween party”
“Do we have to go?” he asked pathetically
“Yes we do” insisted Sonja “So hurry up and get dressed”
“I don’t think I’ll bother” Greg said disinterestedly
“Oh please” they begged
“Ok, on one condition”
“Anything” they chorused
“You have to wear each other’s wet knickers” he said
“But our knickers match our bras” Tara said
“And we can’t swap bra’s as we have different shaped titties” Sonja pointed out
“Don’t wear the bras then” he said
“So you want me to go out to the party without a bra and wearing her wet knickers?” Tara stated
“Yes”
“You dirty, dirty boy” Tara replied and snatched the wet yellow lingerie out of Sonja’s hand, who then bend down and picked up the green pair and examined them.
“These are even wetter than mine” she said and giggled as she pulled them up.
“I feel really dirty” Tara said as she pulled the yellow panties up to cover her ginger bush but she had a filthy leer on her face.
“Youll feel even dirtier on the way back” Greg said
“Why?” they asked simultaneously
“Because you wont be wearing any at all” he said
“Lovely” they both said and laughed dirtily
Tuesday, 27 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (238) The Student Becomes the Teacher
(Part 01)
Amanda Cook was a 35 year old divorced mother of two, widely regarded in the village of Pangmere as a milf, but if any of the red bloodied men in the village thought of her in that way they were not banging on her door to tell her so, in fact no one had banged her back door since she kicked her husband out three years earlier, but little did Mandy know that she was about to blossom into a brunette haired cougar when 19 year old Rob Taylor engineered an opportunity to visit her house one evening after she had just got out of the bath.
The pretense for his visit was that he had left his phone in her house that afternoon but when he confessed to her that he had left it on purpose she asked him why
“I put it there so I would have a reason to come back” he enlightened her
“Why would you do that?” she asked
“So I could do this” he replied and leant in and kissed her lips softly and she instantly responded.
After the first time they made love she said
“That was very nice, very nice indeed”
And as they cuddled on the sofa and drank a glass of wine she said to him.
“I think as you’re home for the summer we should try to do something to keep you occupied, which might also help to turn very nice into bloody marvellous”
She giggled at her brazen behavior while he just smiled at the prospect of enjoying her again.
All summer long they spent precious time together fulfilling her needs and honing his technique and stamina.
But as the days slipped by towards his return to University Rob wanted to make the most of what little time they had left, but it became increasingly more difficult as the school holidays wiped out their regular afternoon delights.
And with the long summer evenings the girls were taking longer and longer to settle
So rather than getting together 5 afternoons a week they struggled to do one.
So when he woke up one morning with a serious erection and an ache in his balls he decided to go and see Amanda.
The good news was that Amanda was at home all day, the bad news was she was babysitting her kids.
But nonetheless he had to try, he wanted her so bad, so he had to try.
(Part 02)
He showered and dressed and went downstairs and slipped out the door but someone else got to Amanda’s house first, the washing machine engineer.
He knew it would probably be an hour before he was done so he decided he would try going for a walk first.
After traipsing around the village for over an hour his aching balls told him he should head to Amanda’s where he might get a little help with his problem.
The engineer’s van passed him as he walked back towards the house so he was feeling hopeful as he used the spare key and let himself in.
He was fully aroused as he moved quietly inside until he found Amanda standing at the kitchen sink watching the children playing in the garden.
“Hello sexy” he said as he crept up behind her and rubbed the bulge in his trousers between the cheeks of her arse.
“You can take that away right now” she said
“Don’t you want it?” he asked as he wrapped her arms around her waist.
“No I don’t” she replied and rubbed her buttocks against him.
So he slipped his hand down the front of her leggings and into her drawers.
“We shouldn’t” she said but her thighs parted anyway and his fingers slipped into her creamy gash,
“I thought you said you didn’t want to?” Rob said
“I always want to” Amanda responded and moaned loudly and closed her thighs on his hand, as she looked up to see if the children had heard, but they were still playing happily and were totally oblivious to the fact their mother was about to get rogered over the kitchen sink.
She released her grip on his hand and allowed him to continue
Frigging her fanny while his other hand went up inside her bra.
He brought her close to climax and as she approached she grabbed the hand that was fondling her breast and clamped it over her mouth and then she came.
After she unclamped his hand from her mouth gasped out
“Oh Rob, I want you”
She pulled her leggings and pants down and bent over the sink and almost the second she presented her wet pink pussy to him he was inside her.
“Oh God I’m really going to miss this” she moaned
“Me too” he agreed
After his explosive release and she had screamed into the palm of his hand clamped tightly over her mouth, as she was doubled over the sink panting and sweating with a young man’s cock still deep inside her she thought to herself what a great summer it had been and how good a teacher she had been, but he needed no more tutelage.
Amanda Cook was a 35 year old divorced mother of two, widely regarded in the village of Pangmere as a milf, but if any of the red bloodied men in the village thought of her in that way they were not banging on her door to tell her so, in fact no one had banged her back door since she kicked her husband out three years earlier, but little did Mandy know that she was about to blossom into a brunette haired cougar when 19 year old Rob Taylor engineered an opportunity to visit her house one evening after she had just got out of the bath.
The pretense for his visit was that he had left his phone in her house that afternoon but when he confessed to her that he had left it on purpose she asked him why
“I put it there so I would have a reason to come back” he enlightened her
“Why would you do that?” she asked
“So I could do this” he replied and leant in and kissed her lips softly and she instantly responded.
After the first time they made love she said
“That was very nice, very nice indeed”
And as they cuddled on the sofa and drank a glass of wine she said to him.
“I think as you’re home for the summer we should try to do something to keep you occupied, which might also help to turn very nice into bloody marvellous”
She giggled at her brazen behavior while he just smiled at the prospect of enjoying her again.
All summer long they spent precious time together fulfilling her needs and honing his technique and stamina.
But as the days slipped by towards his return to University Rob wanted to make the most of what little time they had left, but it became increasingly more difficult as the school holidays wiped out their regular afternoon delights.
And with the long summer evenings the girls were taking longer and longer to settle
So rather than getting together 5 afternoons a week they struggled to do one.
So when he woke up one morning with a serious erection and an ache in his balls he decided to go and see Amanda.
The good news was that Amanda was at home all day, the bad news was she was babysitting her kids.
But nonetheless he had to try, he wanted her so bad, so he had to try.
(Part 02)
He showered and dressed and went downstairs and slipped out the door but someone else got to Amanda’s house first, the washing machine engineer.
He knew it would probably be an hour before he was done so he decided he would try going for a walk first.
After traipsing around the village for over an hour his aching balls told him he should head to Amanda’s where he might get a little help with his problem.
The engineer’s van passed him as he walked back towards the house so he was feeling hopeful as he used the spare key and let himself in.
He was fully aroused as he moved quietly inside until he found Amanda standing at the kitchen sink watching the children playing in the garden.
“Hello sexy” he said as he crept up behind her and rubbed the bulge in his trousers between the cheeks of her arse.
“You can take that away right now” she said
“Don’t you want it?” he asked as he wrapped her arms around her waist.
“No I don’t” she replied and rubbed her buttocks against him.
So he slipped his hand down the front of her leggings and into her drawers.
“We shouldn’t” she said but her thighs parted anyway and his fingers slipped into her creamy gash,
“I thought you said you didn’t want to?” Rob said
“I always want to” Amanda responded and moaned loudly and closed her thighs on his hand, as she looked up to see if the children had heard, but they were still playing happily and were totally oblivious to the fact their mother was about to get rogered over the kitchen sink.
She released her grip on his hand and allowed him to continue
Frigging her fanny while his other hand went up inside her bra.
He brought her close to climax and as she approached she grabbed the hand that was fondling her breast and clamped it over her mouth and then she came.
After she unclamped his hand from her mouth gasped out
“Oh Rob, I want you”
She pulled her leggings and pants down and bent over the sink and almost the second she presented her wet pink pussy to him he was inside her.
“Oh God I’m really going to miss this” she moaned
“Me too” he agreed
After his explosive release and she had screamed into the palm of his hand clamped tightly over her mouth, as she was doubled over the sink panting and sweating with a young man’s cock still deep inside her she thought to herself what a great summer it had been and how good a teacher she had been, but he needed no more tutelage.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (237) The Tender Touch
Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Bronwyn Pond took it upon herself to provide additional services, partly to make sure they regained their self-worth, but on occasions it was more intimate.
One of her all too familiar haunts was Shaftsbury Towers in Finchbottom, a rundown modern day slum tenement.
When she got there she found, not for the first time, that the lifts weren’t working and so she had to yomp up 15 flights of stairs up a stairwell that stank of piss.
She was more than a little flushed when she reached her destination, short of breath and short of patience.
Her first patient was Sharon Grogan, a pretty terminally ill 19 year old girl, who was quite naturally depressed.
Bron was almost 35 and very experienced in her field and she had watched many young people dying before their time.
Bronwyn knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Grogan, the patient’s mother answered the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“Hello Mrs Grogan” Bron said “How’s the patient today?”
“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help her”
“Just be supportive” she said
“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.
“Sharon! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the blonde hair”
Bronwyn smiled and Mrs Grogan said
“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”
“Hello Sharon” she said as she walked into her room, but there was no response.
“How are you felling today?”
Still no response.
“Come on I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me” she said and in response her silence she added
“Very well if that’s what you want”
Bronwyn closed her bag and got up before heading for the door.
“Don’t go” Sharon said quietly
“So there is something?” Bron asked
“Yes” Sharon replied timidly
“So what can I do to make you more comfortable?” Bron asked
There was a short period of silence and then Sharon said
“Flick me off”
“What?” Bron retorted unsure she had heard correctly
“Please” she begged
“Why?” she asked suspiciously
“Because I’m horny” Sharon replied
“No you’re not” Bronwyn said “If you were just horny you could flick your own bean”
“Ok, I just want to feel the intimate touch of another human being before the end” she said “to feel truly alive one last time before I die”
“What about Karen?” she asked, Karen Clark was her long-time girlfriend.
“She won’t do it, she says it’s too hard”
“So why me?” Bron asked
“Because of your experience, as a nurse and your reputation for providing special services” she explained “so will you?”
“Yes”
“When?” Sharon asked hopefully
“Now, while your mum is out shopping” Bronwyn stated
“Are you sure this is what you want?” She asked as she caressed Sharon’s cheek
“Yes”
Bronwyn’s hand followed the contours of her body and towards her hairless crevice and probed gently between her lips.
At her first touch she was little more than moist but she lathered up very nicely as Bron stroked her and she began moaning softly as her head sank into her pillow.
As she warmed to her rhythmic touch and harmonic moans emanated from her as her head rolled from side to side as she penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.
Sharon was considerably brighter when Bronwyn left and she did think she would continue her course of treatment a while longer however she died before her next visit.
One of her all too familiar haunts was Shaftsbury Towers in Finchbottom, a rundown modern day slum tenement.
When she got there she found, not for the first time, that the lifts weren’t working and so she had to yomp up 15 flights of stairs up a stairwell that stank of piss.
She was more than a little flushed when she reached her destination, short of breath and short of patience.
Her first patient was Sharon Grogan, a pretty terminally ill 19 year old girl, who was quite naturally depressed.
Bron was almost 35 and very experienced in her field and she had watched many young people dying before their time.
Bronwyn knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Grogan, the patient’s mother answered the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“Hello Mrs Grogan” Bron said “How’s the patient today?”
“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help her”
“Just be supportive” she said
“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.
“Sharon! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the blonde hair”
Bronwyn smiled and Mrs Grogan said
“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”
“Hello Sharon” she said as she walked into her room, but there was no response.
“How are you felling today?”
Still no response.
“Come on I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me” she said and in response her silence she added
“Very well if that’s what you want”
Bronwyn closed her bag and got up before heading for the door.
“Don’t go” Sharon said quietly
“So there is something?” Bron asked
“Yes” Sharon replied timidly
“So what can I do to make you more comfortable?” Bron asked
There was a short period of silence and then Sharon said
“Flick me off”
“What?” Bron retorted unsure she had heard correctly
“Please” she begged
“Why?” she asked suspiciously
“Because I’m horny” Sharon replied
“No you’re not” Bronwyn said “If you were just horny you could flick your own bean”
“Ok, I just want to feel the intimate touch of another human being before the end” she said “to feel truly alive one last time before I die”
“What about Karen?” she asked, Karen Clark was her long-time girlfriend.
“She won’t do it, she says it’s too hard”
“So why me?” Bron asked
“Because of your experience, as a nurse and your reputation for providing special services” she explained “so will you?”
“Yes”
“When?” Sharon asked hopefully
“Now, while your mum is out shopping” Bronwyn stated
“Are you sure this is what you want?” She asked as she caressed Sharon’s cheek
“Yes”
Bronwyn’s hand followed the contours of her body and towards her hairless crevice and probed gently between her lips.
At her first touch she was little more than moist but she lathered up very nicely as Bron stroked her and she began moaning softly as her head sank into her pillow.
As she warmed to her rhythmic touch and harmonic moans emanated from her as her head rolled from side to side as she penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.
Sharon was considerably brighter when Bronwyn left and she did think she would continue her course of treatment a while longer however she died before her next visit.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (236) Lust on the Lake
Iain Blair was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel as he did every summer and he had spent the first week of his holiday reacquainting himself with some of his old conquests while being constantly on the lookout for new ones.
But it wasn’t just the women that brought him back to Teardrop Lake year after year, because he enjoyed the Dancingdean Forest and his Lakeside walks immensely.
On one particular occasion he took a longer than usual walk owing to the larger than usual lunch he had consumed when he ran into Georgina Cooper, who worked at the Lodge along with her best friend Gerry Cummins.
She looked lost and lonely without her outgoing bubbly sidekick Gerry.
Georgie was a quiet, caramel skinned beauty who lived in the shadow of her more confident pale skinned friend.
The fact that she was adrift was evidenced by the rather pathetically forlorn creature who was ambling towards him.
“Hello Georgina” he said
“Oh hello”
“You a bit fed up, Are you missing Gerry?” he asked
“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few days”
She looked rather sad, but hopefully from this chance meeting he thought he might put a smile on those soft lips hers while pleasing himself at the same time.
Despite being a fresh faced 20 year old student she was no innocent and being make up free made her pretty rather than beautiful but he thought it truly serendipitous to meet her at a time when he had an itch to scratch and he had every intention of taking full advantage of.
Her friend Gerry on the other hand was cut from different cloth which was the most fundamental way in which she differed from Georgina.
Gerry didn’t do things by chance, and she never went out without make up and when he had met her a few days earlier walking down that lane from the lodge it was because she had planned it that way.
It was down by the jetty where they met, supposedly by chance, and Iain was preparing to go sailing.
“Hello Mr Blair” she said
“Hi Gerry Please call me Iain” he responded “Only the tax man calls me Mr Blair”
“Ok” she said with a giggle “Are you going out on the water?”
“Yes, do you want to come?”
“Yes please” she replied
They were sat at the stern of the dinghy, either side of the tiller, in the middle of the lake when the wind fell away and they were becalmed.
“Well what are we going to do now?” he asked
“I’m sure you’ll think of something” she replied and lifted his hand off the tiller and put it between her thighs.
Gerry was kneeling in the bottom of the boat facing the bow with her hands on the seat, and in that position she had presented her round white bottom to him, and more importantly the moist pink lips of her moist cunny.
And then to his great surprise on that bright august afternoon the lovely red haired Gerry accommodated him by thrusting backwards to split her own strawberry whiskers, on his stiff member.
It didn’t take long until Gerry came again as he gave her one long satisfying stroke after another and by the time he had got onto the short strokes Gerry was unashamedly vociferous and her scream echoed out across the water when he brought her to her final climax and he shot.
“That was lovely” she said and he began putting his tool back in his shorts when Gerry said with alarm
“No don’t, not yet” and she scrambled towards him and took it in her mouth.
What he thought was just some post coital playfulness on Gerry’s behalf became something altogether different as she expertly sucked him up good and hard.
“You want to play some more?” he said
“Yesh” she replied smacking her lips “I always want more”
For the next ten minutes the becalmed dinghy skipped and splashed on the calm water as Gerry took from him precisely what she desired.
But it wasn’t just the women that brought him back to Teardrop Lake year after year, because he enjoyed the Dancingdean Forest and his Lakeside walks immensely.
On one particular occasion he took a longer than usual walk owing to the larger than usual lunch he had consumed when he ran into Georgina Cooper, who worked at the Lodge along with her best friend Gerry Cummins.
She looked lost and lonely without her outgoing bubbly sidekick Gerry.
Georgie was a quiet, caramel skinned beauty who lived in the shadow of her more confident pale skinned friend.
The fact that she was adrift was evidenced by the rather pathetically forlorn creature who was ambling towards him.
“Hello Georgina” he said
“Oh hello”
“You a bit fed up, Are you missing Gerry?” he asked
“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few days”
She looked rather sad, but hopefully from this chance meeting he thought he might put a smile on those soft lips hers while pleasing himself at the same time.
Despite being a fresh faced 20 year old student she was no innocent and being make up free made her pretty rather than beautiful but he thought it truly serendipitous to meet her at a time when he had an itch to scratch and he had every intention of taking full advantage of.
Her friend Gerry on the other hand was cut from different cloth which was the most fundamental way in which she differed from Georgina.
Gerry didn’t do things by chance, and she never went out without make up and when he had met her a few days earlier walking down that lane from the lodge it was because she had planned it that way.
It was down by the jetty where they met, supposedly by chance, and Iain was preparing to go sailing.
“Hello Mr Blair” she said
“Hi Gerry Please call me Iain” he responded “Only the tax man calls me Mr Blair”
“Ok” she said with a giggle “Are you going out on the water?”
“Yes, do you want to come?”
“Yes please” she replied
They were sat at the stern of the dinghy, either side of the tiller, in the middle of the lake when the wind fell away and they were becalmed.
“Well what are we going to do now?” he asked
“I’m sure you’ll think of something” she replied and lifted his hand off the tiller and put it between her thighs.
Gerry was kneeling in the bottom of the boat facing the bow with her hands on the seat, and in that position she had presented her round white bottom to him, and more importantly the moist pink lips of her moist cunny.
And then to his great surprise on that bright august afternoon the lovely red haired Gerry accommodated him by thrusting backwards to split her own strawberry whiskers, on his stiff member.
It didn’t take long until Gerry came again as he gave her one long satisfying stroke after another and by the time he had got onto the short strokes Gerry was unashamedly vociferous and her scream echoed out across the water when he brought her to her final climax and he shot.
“That was lovely” she said and he began putting his tool back in his shorts when Gerry said with alarm
“No don’t, not yet” and she scrambled towards him and took it in her mouth.
What he thought was just some post coital playfulness on Gerry’s behalf became something altogether different as she expertly sucked him up good and hard.
“You want to play some more?” he said
“Yesh” she replied smacking her lips “I always want more”
For the next ten minutes the becalmed dinghy skipped and splashed on the calm water as Gerry took from him precisely what she desired.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (235) The Purplemere Verger – Breaking the Ice
(Part 01)
As part of his recuperation Mark Tams took an extended walk around his neighbourhood in Purplemere and after about forty minutes he headed towards home.
He had been in and out of hospital for the previous ten years following a bad car accident just after his 15th birthday.
As he got close to home he turned into farm cart lane which led past the back of St Agatha’s Church and that was when he met Annette Cook coming the other way.
She was the verger at St Agatha’s where her Uncle, Jim Huggett, was the vicar.
She had her strawberry red hair tied up and hidden beneath a broad floppy hat.
She was wearing a green summer dress and a pashmina around her shoulders.
Annette was looking at her sandals as they were shuffling and scuffing down the lane and she almost walked into him.
“Oh hello Mark” she said when she looked up
He liked Annette, he had got to know her during his years of recuperation, and she had been very kind in providing assistance to his family, respite care, parochial support and pastoral care.
They were similar ages, and got on very well, but despite that in many ways they were chalk and cheese.
Annette was a very confident young woman, in fact she was ultra-confident and self-assured.
While he was shy, socially awkward and riddled with self-doubt especially around the opposite sex.
For ten years his only contact with woman were nurses and doctors so he was completely inexperienced in their regard.
She was also pretty which made him even more conscious of his own inadequacies.
Although they had become good friends, Annette was the driving force in their friendship,
She was bold and bubbly and pushed him along which made him feel more confident, and she gave him the daring to do things he would never have done alone.
And he would have been perfectly happy living life on her coat tails because without her he would founder.
He had absolutely no idea how to move thing along however or even if she would want him to.
“Hi Annette” he responded
“So what have you been up to?” she enquired
“Just walking” he replied “What about you?”
“I’ve been to a BBQ at aunt Sian’s” she answered, “I left early because I caught the sun a bit”
She lifted the pashmina off her shoulder so he could see.
“Oooh” he said “is it sore?”
“A little”
“Have you put something on it?” he asked and Annette shook her head
“That’s going to burn if you don’t,” he told her
“Well come to the vicarage then and you can do it for me”
“Ok” he replied cheerfully “You have the wrong complexion for sitting in the sun”
“I know”
“You need to be careful with your lovely pale skin” he added and blushed when he realized he had said it out loud.
They went inside the house and she removed her floppy hat and said
“Make yourself at home I’ll just get the after sun”
(Part 02)
It was about ten minutes later when she returned and the pashmina had gone and she had untied her hair glorious red mane.
“Where would you like me?” she asked
“In my arms” he replied in his head, but out loud he said
“On a dining chair I think”
Mark stood behind as Annette sat on a chair and let the straps fall off her shoulders so he had access to all the affected area.
The sunburn was nowhere near as bad as it first looked but he didn’t tell her that because he wanted to touch her, he longed to touch her, he just hoped he could prevent his hands from shaking while he did it.
“This might hurt a little, but let me know if you want me to stop” he said
“Ok” she answered meekly.
Mark squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.
“How does that feel?” he asked
“Oooh lovely” she replied
After a few minutes he realized that the front of her dress had gaped, as the straps slipped down her upper arms and he could see her perfect white breasts and their pink adornments.
He should have alerted her to what he could see but he couldn’t speak all he could do was stare down her dress as he rubbed in the lotion.
The only thought that briefly crossed his mind was that he was sure he had noticed a bra strap showing when they were out in the lane.
But the thought was quickly dispelled because as he massaged the cream into her skin on her upper chest Annette grabbed his wrists and thrust his hands inside her dress and his hand began to massage her perfect tits.
“Oh lovely” she uttered and threw back her head so she could look at him and said
“At last”
And Mark leant down and kissed her hot mouth.
After a few moment Annette suddenly leapt up and took hold of his hand and said
“Come to bed”
“No, what about the vicar?” he retorted still holding her hand
“Come to bed” She repeated as she pulled him to his feet “He won’t be back until late”
“But…” he began
“Shush I want you to take me to bed”
“Ok,” he said meekly
“Come on then,” she said forcefully “upstairs”
Annette led him by the hand all the way upstairs and into her bedroom.
She walked to the other side of the room and drew the curtains and then standing with her back to him she quickly divested herself of her dress and scrambled under the covers.
From where she then removed her pants and dropped them on the floor and then her eyes peered at him over the top of the duvet as he did the same and then as he slipped under the duvet she cuddled up close to him.
“I’ve never done this before” she said
“What in the vicarage you mean?”
“No, I’ve never done “this” before” she said quietly “I’ve never done “it””
(Part 03)
Annette suddenly looked quite childlike and unsure, the complete opposite of her normal demeanour, he assumed because she was so ultra-confident and self-assured that she was experienced, in all the ways that he was not.
“Nor have I” he said and laughed
“Really?” Annette said “I’m so glad”
“You don’t mind?” Mark asked
“No, it makes this extra special” she replied “and you won’t notice how rubbish I am”
“Nor me” he remarked
“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, and his hand, which had been on her hip, slid down and was fondling her ample buttock and he explored her curves for the first time and while his hand was occupied at her bum Annette 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 he had dreamt of enjoying so many times.
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.
Annette 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 red bush and as he toyed with her curls she murmured softly and as his hand came to rest on her mound she held her breath in anticipation of its progress.
Mark continued watching her lying there with her eyes shut and her tongue periodically moistening her lips and after a few moments 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.
She was beginning to become more vociferous in response to his attention.
He didn’t know it at the time, but she was on the brink of climax and 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.
Mark 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 he prepared to mount her.
As Mark carefully positioned himself between her thighs he stopped kissing her and was looking into her eyes as he clumsily entered her.
Annette sighed at the instance 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 caressing her beautiful breast.
It quickly became frenetic and breathless as the two of them were swept away in passions embrace which was ultimately all to brief.
As they lay entwined beneath her duvet in the afterglow they were feeling very pleased with themselves.
Although they didn’t know it at the time what they had just experience wouldn’t even make it to the best one hundred.
But for their first times they were very happy.
As part of his recuperation Mark Tams took an extended walk around his neighbourhood in Purplemere and after about forty minutes he headed towards home.
He had been in and out of hospital for the previous ten years following a bad car accident just after his 15th birthday.
As he got close to home he turned into farm cart lane which led past the back of St Agatha’s Church and that was when he met Annette Cook coming the other way.
She was the verger at St Agatha’s where her Uncle, Jim Huggett, was the vicar.
She had her strawberry red hair tied up and hidden beneath a broad floppy hat.
She was wearing a green summer dress and a pashmina around her shoulders.
Annette was looking at her sandals as they were shuffling and scuffing down the lane and she almost walked into him.
“Oh hello Mark” she said when she looked up
He liked Annette, he had got to know her during his years of recuperation, and she had been very kind in providing assistance to his family, respite care, parochial support and pastoral care.
They were similar ages, and got on very well, but despite that in many ways they were chalk and cheese.
Annette was a very confident young woman, in fact she was ultra-confident and self-assured.
While he was shy, socially awkward and riddled with self-doubt especially around the opposite sex.
For ten years his only contact with woman were nurses and doctors so he was completely inexperienced in their regard.
She was also pretty which made him even more conscious of his own inadequacies.
Although they had become good friends, Annette was the driving force in their friendship,
She was bold and bubbly and pushed him along which made him feel more confident, and she gave him the daring to do things he would never have done alone.
And he would have been perfectly happy living life on her coat tails because without her he would founder.
He had absolutely no idea how to move thing along however or even if she would want him to.
“Hi Annette” he responded
“So what have you been up to?” she enquired
“Just walking” he replied “What about you?”
“I’ve been to a BBQ at aunt Sian’s” she answered, “I left early because I caught the sun a bit”
She lifted the pashmina off her shoulder so he could see.
“Oooh” he said “is it sore?”
“A little”
“Have you put something on it?” he asked and Annette shook her head
“That’s going to burn if you don’t,” he told her
“Well come to the vicarage then and you can do it for me”
“Ok” he replied cheerfully “You have the wrong complexion for sitting in the sun”
“I know”
“You need to be careful with your lovely pale skin” he added and blushed when he realized he had said it out loud.
They went inside the house and she removed her floppy hat and said
“Make yourself at home I’ll just get the after sun”
(Part 02)
It was about ten minutes later when she returned and the pashmina had gone and she had untied her hair glorious red mane.
“Where would you like me?” she asked
“In my arms” he replied in his head, but out loud he said
“On a dining chair I think”
Mark stood behind as Annette sat on a chair and let the straps fall off her shoulders so he had access to all the affected area.
The sunburn was nowhere near as bad as it first looked but he didn’t tell her that because he wanted to touch her, he longed to touch her, he just hoped he could prevent his hands from shaking while he did it.
“This might hurt a little, but let me know if you want me to stop” he said
“Ok” she answered meekly.
Mark squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.
“How does that feel?” he asked
“Oooh lovely” she replied
After a few minutes he realized that the front of her dress had gaped, as the straps slipped down her upper arms and he could see her perfect white breasts and their pink adornments.
He should have alerted her to what he could see but he couldn’t speak all he could do was stare down her dress as he rubbed in the lotion.
The only thought that briefly crossed his mind was that he was sure he had noticed a bra strap showing when they were out in the lane.
But the thought was quickly dispelled because as he massaged the cream into her skin on her upper chest Annette grabbed his wrists and thrust his hands inside her dress and his hand began to massage her perfect tits.
“Oh lovely” she uttered and threw back her head so she could look at him and said
“At last”
And Mark leant down and kissed her hot mouth.
After a few moment Annette suddenly leapt up and took hold of his hand and said
“Come to bed”
“No, what about the vicar?” he retorted still holding her hand
“Come to bed” She repeated as she pulled him to his feet “He won’t be back until late”
“But…” he began
“Shush I want you to take me to bed”
“Ok,” he said meekly
“Come on then,” she said forcefully “upstairs”
Annette led him by the hand all the way upstairs and into her bedroom.
She walked to the other side of the room and drew the curtains and then standing with her back to him she quickly divested herself of her dress and scrambled under the covers.
From where she then removed her pants and dropped them on the floor and then her eyes peered at him over the top of the duvet as he did the same and then as he slipped under the duvet she cuddled up close to him.
“I’ve never done this before” she said
“What in the vicarage you mean?”
“No, I’ve never done “this” before” she said quietly “I’ve never done “it””
(Part 03)
Annette suddenly looked quite childlike and unsure, the complete opposite of her normal demeanour, he assumed because she was so ultra-confident and self-assured that she was experienced, in all the ways that he was not.
“Nor have I” he said and laughed
“Really?” Annette said “I’m so glad”
“You don’t mind?” Mark asked
“No, it makes this extra special” she replied “and you won’t notice how rubbish I am”
“Nor me” he remarked
“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, and his hand, which had been on her hip, slid down and was fondling her ample buttock and he explored her curves for the first time and while his hand was occupied at her bum Annette 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 he had dreamt of enjoying so many times.
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.
Annette 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 red bush and as he toyed with her curls she murmured softly and as his hand came to rest on her mound she held her breath in anticipation of its progress.
Mark continued watching her lying there with her eyes shut and her tongue periodically moistening her lips and after a few moments 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.
She was beginning to become more vociferous in response to his attention.
He didn’t know it at the time, but she was on the brink of climax and 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.
Mark 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 he prepared to mount her.
As Mark carefully positioned himself between her thighs he stopped kissing her and was looking into her eyes as he clumsily entered her.
Annette sighed at the instance 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 caressing her beautiful breast.
It quickly became frenetic and breathless as the two of them were swept away in passions embrace which was ultimately all to brief.
As they lay entwined beneath her duvet in the afterglow they were feeling very pleased with themselves.
Although they didn’t know it at the time what they had just experience wouldn’t even make it to the best one hundred.
But for their first times they were very happy.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (234) Playing Around – The Propper Attire
The four friends had spent the morning playing a foursome at the Forest Ridge Golf Club, they all lived locally in the village of Forestdean and three of them had houses that backed onto the course.
Their foursome had become a regular fixture on their calendars after Dave Whitaker had taken early retirement at the age of 50.
It seemed the right thing to do at the time, his children had flown the nest, his wife had passed and his job had lost its lustre, so he retired and he never regretted it for a moment.
Retirement enabled him to spend time with his three favourite ladies of leisure, Sarah Price, Katie George and Wilhelmina Winten.
Sarah and Katie were both wealthy grass widows and ten years younger than he and spinster Willi was three years older and was a retired PE Teacher.
After spending a very pleasant morning on the course they lunched at the club as was their habit and as they sat down at their regular table Willi announced
“I can’t be late home today, Marta is coming to help me tidy the attic”
“It must be important if you’re going to cut your lunch short” Sarah said and they all laughed.
“If truth be told I do rather look forward to the days Marta comes to help me” she said when the laughter had subsided
“She’s really such a nice girl and very good company”
Which was when, the waitress, Georgina, arrived at the table to take their order.
“So you’re not coming to mine for drinks this afternoon Willi?” Katie asked
“I’m afraid not” she replied
“What about you Sarah?”
“No not today” she replied reading a text on her phone “somethings come up”
“Just me and you then Dave” Katie said
“Ok with me” Dave remarked
So after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company, and feeling a little over indulged, they had a rendezvous by their trolleys and prepared for the short stroll across the 18th fairway apart from Sarah Price who was the only one of the group whose house didn’t adjoin the Golf Course.
“I’ll say goodbye now” she said “I need to pop to the pro shop before I head home”
So Sarah headed in the opposite direction while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th fairway.
Willi lived 5 houses along from Katie’s house which was next door to Daves, so they said goodbye and she walked home to get showered before Marta arrived and Dave went home to change and Katie went to her house to freshen up.
It was about half an hour before Dave walked into Katie’s garden, which was beautifully kept.
There were drinks on the table beneath the parasol and soft music coming from an MP3, but no sign of Katie.
So he walked toward the kitchen door and steeped in and there in the middle of the room stood Katie wearing her golf hat, her golf shoes, argyle socks and her golf glove, and absolutely nothing else.
“Wow” Dave said as he stared, first at her pert breasts and then her beautifully kept bush and then added
“I think that may infringe the dress code”
“And what are you going to do about it?”
“What are my options?” he asked
“Well you can report me to the club captain” she replied “or you can have me over the kitchen table like you normally do”
“I think I’ll do the latter then” he said
“Good choice” Katie replied and removed his shorts
Their foursome had become a regular fixture on their calendars after Dave Whitaker had taken early retirement at the age of 50.
It seemed the right thing to do at the time, his children had flown the nest, his wife had passed and his job had lost its lustre, so he retired and he never regretted it for a moment.
Retirement enabled him to spend time with his three favourite ladies of leisure, Sarah Price, Katie George and Wilhelmina Winten.
Sarah and Katie were both wealthy grass widows and ten years younger than he and spinster Willi was three years older and was a retired PE Teacher.
After spending a very pleasant morning on the course they lunched at the club as was their habit and as they sat down at their regular table Willi announced
“I can’t be late home today, Marta is coming to help me tidy the attic”
“It must be important if you’re going to cut your lunch short” Sarah said and they all laughed.
“If truth be told I do rather look forward to the days Marta comes to help me” she said when the laughter had subsided
“She’s really such a nice girl and very good company”
Which was when, the waitress, Georgina, arrived at the table to take their order.
“So you’re not coming to mine for drinks this afternoon Willi?” Katie asked
“I’m afraid not” she replied
“What about you Sarah?”
“No not today” she replied reading a text on her phone “somethings come up”
“Just me and you then Dave” Katie said
“Ok with me” Dave remarked
So after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company, and feeling a little over indulged, they had a rendezvous by their trolleys and prepared for the short stroll across the 18th fairway apart from Sarah Price who was the only one of the group whose house didn’t adjoin the Golf Course.
“I’ll say goodbye now” she said “I need to pop to the pro shop before I head home”
So Sarah headed in the opposite direction while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th fairway.
Willi lived 5 houses along from Katie’s house which was next door to Daves, so they said goodbye and she walked home to get showered before Marta arrived and Dave went home to change and Katie went to her house to freshen up.
It was about half an hour before Dave walked into Katie’s garden, which was beautifully kept.
There were drinks on the table beneath the parasol and soft music coming from an MP3, but no sign of Katie.
So he walked toward the kitchen door and steeped in and there in the middle of the room stood Katie wearing her golf hat, her golf shoes, argyle socks and her golf glove, and absolutely nothing else.
“Wow” Dave said as he stared, first at her pert breasts and then her beautifully kept bush and then added
“I think that may infringe the dress code”
“And what are you going to do about it?”
“What are my options?” he asked
“Well you can report me to the club captain” she replied “or you can have me over the kitchen table like you normally do”
“I think I’ll do the latter then” he said
“Good choice” Katie replied and removed his shorts
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