Choice Tales from the Vale – (100) Yuletide Felicitations

 

Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.

In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.

He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.

Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.

So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.

    

Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person

She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.

She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.

 

Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a massive impact on her, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy relationship that had developed between them after she had jumped him in an upstairs closet on his first day.

She had been promoted from head of housekeeping into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her alcoholic husband because she was now living in the Gate Lodge, and all of these things combined allowed her the time and opportunity to feed her appetites.

And all of these things combined allowed her the time and opportunity to feed her appetites.

 

It was just before Christmas when Blaire was sitting in her office opening the mail and she had a rather large parcel addressed to her personally, she opened it and found a gift wrapped present inside but she didn’t open it, she just read the card instead

“Have a very Merry Christmas Blaire, with love from a very grateful Guest”

“Well that’s lovely” she said to herself and then she read the back of the card

“PS – looking forward to dining in my room on New Year’s Eve”

Which caused her to blush scarlet.

The card was from Michael Foss, a guest whom she had seduced in his room after delivering his meal.

He didn’t realise when she walked in pushing a trolley that it was actually she that was on the menu.

But she was and he had dined from Ms Parrott’s a la carte selection many times since.

After she had finished opening the mail she then ordered what sounded like a very interesting sandwich from the kitchen which turned out to be rather boring.

And while she drank the cup of tea that came with it she decided to go and deliver a present of her own.

 

Blaire stood in the hall holding a Christmas package when she knocked on the door of his suite.

When the door opened she found Gary Playford standing there wearing a dressing gown.

“Happy Christmas Gary” she said beaming a big smile and holding out the package.

“Wow Happy Christmas Blaire” he responded, “come in”

“Ok” she said still smiling broadly “but no funny business”

“No funny business” he agreed and Blaire stepped inside

“You didn’t have to get me a gift,” he said to her as she sat down on the sofa.

“I think I do because last Christmas Ken was drunk for ten days in a row, we had no decorations, because he ripped them all down in a drunken rage, no tree for the same reason, no Christmas dinner because he spent all the housekeeping money on booze and there were no presents” she said and tears were beginning to form in her eyes

“This year, I have a new job, which I love, I have somewhere I can call home, I have my own office, I have money in the bank and a bright future ahead and it’s all thanks to you”

He tried to interrupt but Blaire continued

“If you hadn’t helped me, believed in me, I wouldn’t be here now having the best Christmas I’ve ever had, and I will always be grateful for that, and the other things of course” she added and blushed.

Then she stood up and gave him a big hug and an hour later she left his suite considerably moister than when she had entered it.

“So much for no funny business,” she thought as she walked down the hall smiling broadly.

 

Gary meanwhile was showering for the second time that day and as a result of Blaire’s Yuletide felicitations he was about forty minutes late leaving for a meeting in Shallowfield and Blaire needed a change of underwear.

I Think I Kissed A Ladyboy One Christmas

 

It was Christmas 1975 and we had just returned to work after having had our Christmas lunch at the pub.

Although in truth calling it Christmas lunch was perhaps a bit of a stretch and “Christmas Lunch” makes it sound grander that it actually was.

In the 1970s pub grub was very unsophisticated fare and invariably consisted of Chicken in a Basket or a Ploughman’s.

The more up market establishments might well offer Scampi in a Basket and a selection of Ploughman’s including a variety of cheeses as alternatives to the norm.

The Pig and Whistle however was not an up market establishment in any way shape or form and offered Chicken in a Basket or cheddar cheese Ploughman’s.

However in addition to that as it was Christmas you got a Mince Pie as well.

So after our “Christmas Lunch” we all arrived back at work with some of our number much the worse for drink.

I myself had perhaps over indulged to a small degree with an unspecified number of Light and Bitters so as a consequence I was wearing beer goggles and even scabby Carole was looking passable.

So was Wonky Wendy, so called because she had a wonky eye.

Wendy had one eye that looked at you while the other one was looking for you. 

Ok I admit “Wonky” wasn't a very imaginative nickname but there you have it, it was the 70s and we were simple folk.

Well anyway through beer goggles even she looked quite appetising.

Another of the girls I wouldn’t normally have looked at twice was Pat Warner.

Although she had nice eyes and a pretty smile, other than that she was a plain looking girl about a year younger than me.

Over the previous year Pat had made no secret of the fact that she fancied me.

I on the other hand did not fancy her and not because she was plain or because she was stick thin and featureless or because she was ginger the truth was she just didn’t do it for me.

But that was without the benefit of alcohol fuelled lust.

 

On returning to the factory we continued the party in the canteen,

My tipple of choice from what was available was Light Ale while for Pat it was Port and Lemon and that day we both necked a few.

And with every bottle of beer I drank Pat was getting prettier and prettier.

It reached a point that when she went off to the loo I followed a few minutes later and intercepted her as she returned and took her in the rubber room.

No not that kind of rubber, it was the room where the rubber bands were sorted and counted.

It was a small room about 20’ square with glass on two sides but with the lights off it was dark enough in the shadows for what I had in mind.

As soon as the door closed behind us though she was all over me like a rash and her tongue was in my mouth like an Excocet, and her hand went straight to my fly.

"Blimey you're keen" I thought to myself

I thought I had better join in quick and yanked her blouse from the waist band of her skirt and partly unbuttoned it before going in search of her tits.

When I found them, such as they were, I made a startling discovery.

 

When I got my hand on her breast I made a startling discovery and no, it wasn’t anything to do with Scaramanga.

What I found was something altogether different.

Now I was just a callow youth and I wasn’t hugely experienced in the ways of the world.

But I had had sufficient experience of breasts to know that nipples shouldn’t be hairy.

“This needs further investigation” I thought and proceeded to complete the unbuttoning of the blouse.

Then I steered her gently around so the light fell across her exposed breast.

I broke away from her mouth and let her tongue my ear instead while I looked down at her tiny breast surmounted with a perfectly formed swollen nipple surrounded by two inch long curly ginger hairs.

“That can’t be right” I thought

But a moment later Pat wrestled my old chap from my jeans and began tugging on it.

This distracted me from the hairy nipple as with my penis in her had she got my full attention so my hand abandoned her hairy tit and headed south.

I got my hand up her skirt easy enough and was attempting to get it into her knickers when she said

“No” and pushed my hand away

I kissed her again and after a few moments I tried once more,

I even managed to get my fingertips beneath the elastic of her knicker leg that time before she stopped me again.

“I said no” she reaffirmed

“Why not?” I asked

“Because you have a girlfriend” she replied

Well I don’t mind telling you I thought it was a bit indelicate of her to mention that I had a girlfriend as she was in a darkened room with me and she had my old chap in her hand.

I was about to point out the hypocrisy of her position when the door flew open.

“Aye, aye” Shaft said

Shaft was the foreman, his real name was Ted but his nickname was Shaft not because he was black but because he was shafting Beryl from picking. 

I did the gentlemanly thing and positioned myself between Ted and Pat so she could redress herself.

It also enabled me to force my stubborn erection back into my jeans which it seemed reluctant to do, he had come out to party and didn’t want to go home early before he had.

“I’ve just come for my coat” Ted said with a chuckle

He took his coat off the peg

“Carry on” he said and closed the door.

I would have liked to carry on but Pat wasn’t going to let me carry on as far as I wanted to so we went back to the party and that was that.

 

I never had another close encounter with Pat and in the light of the hairy nipples I had no desire to as in the sober light of day I didn’t fancy her.

Also I never ever encountered any other hairy breasted women over the years.

 

It was many years after the Christmas grope in the Rubber Room that doubts entered my mind that it was anything other than what it appeared.

Which first surfaced after I watched a documentary about Ladyboy’s.

You have to remember we were very naïve back then in the 70s and we had never heard of Ladyboy’s.

We weren’t complete yokels though we had heard of homosexuals though no one I knew had ever met one.

I always assumed that Pat was short for Patricia but after the documentary I wasn’t so sure.

We tended to take things at face value back then but if I had managed to gain entry into Pat’s knickers I would have known for sure if she was fish or fowl.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (350) Christmas Reunion

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.

His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.

That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.

At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance.

 

However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready, and many other sexual interludes followed, until the day finally arrived when she got what she wanted, and more because he took her cherry and her heart.

 

Unfortunately Clarissa and her family were Skiing in Vermont for 10 days, Alex was invited too, albeit begrudgingly, but he had to decline as he had a series of book illustrations to complete and deliver to the publishers before Christmas, and while she was gone he missed her terribly, but the day before Christmas Eve she returned.

 

When the St Claire’s got back to Willow Alex thought Clarissa would be eager to freshen up before paying him a visit but it seemed as if she had different plans, because less than 5 minutes after she had texted him to say she was back in the village, she was knocking on the front door.

“Hey” he exclaimed “I wasn’t expecting to see you until later”

“I missed you” she said and she had barely got through the front door before she was on him, being away had obviously made her really hungry for it, and her lips fastened over his and her active tongue invaded his mouth.

It was a very sensual kiss and his manhood was wide-awake and did its best to burst out of his trousers and might well have succeeded had she not released it herself and very quickly began tugging roughly on his shaft.

Clarissa was completely in command and soon her lips left his and moved immediately down to his cock, her agile tongue feathered his purple head in deliciously sensual flicks before devouring him in one delightfully ecstatic mouthful.

“Oh honey that’s so good” he said as she sucked him up good and proper, but before she got to enthusiastic he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, after wiping her slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed him again with the same urgency as before.

Alex pushed her back against the wall and yanked her skirt up her thighs so I could get his hands under her hem.

Gripping the hem in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards, so the entire skirt was now residing around her waist, he then turned his attention to her tights and knickers.

He had been wondering if she was wearing any as in many of their sexual encounters when she was “Well up for it” she often pre-empted proceedings by removing her pants.

But on this occasion when he slid his hands around to her rear and groped her arse he found that she was. 

“You’re wearing knickers,” he said more than a little surprised

“It’s too chilly to go without” she responded, “I didn’t want my fanny to freeze”

“Not much chance of that” he said as he hurriedly began dragging her tights and knickers off her cute arse, and he followed them down to her ankles and knelt before her neat ginger bush.

Clarissa was running her fingers through his hair and as he was about to stand up, but he felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head back down towards her cunny.

Alex was ready to fuck her, but she wanted headfirst so in the spirit of the season he obliged her.

As he proceeded upward along her thigh he could smell her pungent odour, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and twelve hours since it was last showered, and this heady fragrance spurred him on, he  had her standing on one leg while she supported herself by resting the other one on his shoulder as he supped enthusiastically on her hot gash.

Clarissa let him know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and he stood up, and he had her juice all around his mouth and when he kissed her it was all around hers as well.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear as he got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at cock height to receive him.

Once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot creamy cunny

“Ohhhhh God” she uttered “I’ve missed that”

Clarissa’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the wall, he had one hand on her hip and with the other he gripped the coat hook on the wall as he banged her again and again and her bum cheeks slapped against the plaster, which sounded like he was  being applauded for his efforts.

As the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened the clapping grew in time until the sublime moment, he emptied his Christmas sac into her.

They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard and then she said.

“Oh God I’m really glad to be back”

“It was ok then?” he asked

“Oh yes, very nice” she replied “Oh and Merry Christmas” 

 

 

After she had well and truly reunited herself with him and his very nicely indeed and when she was satisfied, he was allowed to take her home.

It was starting to snow as they walked along the drive, it was little more than a flurry really, barely even enough to qualify as a light shower, but they stood kissing goodnight long enough for them to get a dusting, and then he went home.

 

The next day was Christmas Eve and apart from the delivery of Christmas gifts and cards to friends and lovers, past and present, he had planned to spend most of it alone listening to Christmas music and watching schmaltzy movies on TV but he also spent some time thinking about Clarissa and their future.

I thought that the little bit of Christmas fun he’d had with Gloria a the weekend before, was his one and only betrayal, his last hurrah as it were, because the New Year had a new significance for him.

 

Clarissa meanwhile spent the day helping her mum with the preparations for the big day, and then she arrived at his place about seven o’clock, and as he’d put the presents underneath the tree that afternoon, she was like a child all evening.

It was probably because she had never had a boyfriend at Christmas before and as a result, she was over excited.

“Can I open a present?” she asked him every ten minutes.

“Just one, please, please, please”

And her excitement was getting right on his nerves and she kept picking up the presents, shaking them, squeezing them, and even listening to them.

Finally, he relented and as he headed upstairs to the loo he said.

“We can open one present each before we leave for midnight mass”

“Oh goody” she squealed

When he came back down stairs he was fully expecting to find her waiting impatiently to open a present, but instead he found her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper loosely draped about her body and this time she wasn’t wearing any knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing anything at all.    

“You go first” she said

Once he had un-wrapped his present and thoroughly enjoyed the contents, they were very nearly late for midnight mass.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (349) Happy Birthday (Part 2)

 

As they walked into the restaurant, he could feel the heads turn, and he felt immensely proud.

The lighting was subdued, and it was clearly a venue for romantic trysts or secret assignations and strangely he didn’t feel out of place.

The restaurant was quite busy but as it was laid out in discreet booths rather than open tables it was not overly noisy.

They were shown to a booth and he let Jane slide in first then he followed her and once they were both settled, he ordered champagne.

“Champagne?” Jane said, “Lovely, I am being spoiled”

“It’s no more than you deserve” he said

After a glass or two of champers, while they were awaiting the arrival of the first course, Jane said  

“Thank you, Greg,”

“For what?” he asked

“This” she replied with a hand gesture

“No need to thank me”

“No, I mean it” she said and took another big sip of champagne as she tried to find the words.

“It’s been a long time since I got to do this” she explained, “the couple’s thing”

“We’ve been out before” he said

“I know, but this one is special” she continued, “very special, because it’s a special date with the person I love”

“I love you too” he said

 

A few minutes later she slid out of the booth and rushed off in the direction of the lady’s room and when she returned, the starters arrived.

“Ok?” He asked as he squeezed her hand

“Yes” she replied with a smile and a reciprocal squeeze.

Her makeup had been efficiently repaired and she looked as stunning as she did before.

Satisfied that all was fine they turned their attentions to the food, which turned out to be wonderful.

After the starters were demolished, they thought nothing could possibly surpass it, but they were wrong because the main course was sublime.

As they ate, more champagne was consumed and they chatted about Christmas plans, just as they were clearing the remaining morsels of ambrosia from their plates.

 

As the waiter cleared the table Greg was about to wax lyrical about the disposition of his heart when she said,

“What’s for pudding?”

“You’ve only just had your main,” he pointed out

“I like pudding” she said matter of factly and for some reason blushed

 and then she stood up a little unsteadily on her feet and announced

“I need to pee”

And off she went, which was somewhat curious behaviour, but Greg thought

“That’s champagne for you?”

When she returned, he was already perusing the dessert menu and salivating at the mere prospect of devouring any one of its delights but when he looked at Jane’s face, she looked like she’d already indulged.

“What are you looking so pleased about?” he asked her 

“I am being adventurous” she replied enigmatically.

He moved closer to her in the booth and placed his hand on her knee before sliding it up her skirt to discover to his surprise her stocking tops and Greg looked at her with raised eyebrows by way of enquiry.

“I didn’t want you to rip the crotch out of another pair of tights”

She replied saucily and his hand proceeded past her stocking tops up her naked thigh until to his delight he reached her fluffy bush.

“When did they come off” he asked, “because I know you had them on when we left the room?”

“When I went to the loo, I slipped them into my handbag” she whispered, and her cheeks flushed, and Jane giggled “And then I walked through the restaurant “commando”“

“Wow its very saucy” he said, “and you know I like saucy, but why did you do it?”

“I wanted to know what it would feel like” she replied

“And?” he asked

“It felt really dirty” she replied “but in a good way”

And they both laughed before they thoroughly indulged themselves with the desert trolley which was when he began in earnest to stare at her lovely tits, pertly sitting unfettered beneath her knitted dress and he continued to ogle her jiggling puddings during and after the deserts were finished and while the coffee was being served.

“Haven’t you seen enough yet?” she chastised

“Never” he replied “and I’m certainly not the only man or woman in the restaurant admiring your form”

Jane blushed and suddenly became self-conscious and tried to cover her breasts and the now prominent erect nipples.

“You could leave here with any man you choose,” he said truthfully

“I already am,” she said

“You keep talking like that and you might even get lucky”

“You’ll be the lucky one” Jane said draining her cup “now let’s go”

 

They left the restaurant in a very dignified way considering the amount of Champagne they had consumed though they had only gone about ten yards before Jane had to slip her heels off in the interest of safety. 

Though their mutual need of each other was urgent the door to the room opened in a more controlled manner than the night of their arrival and they actually made it to the room proper before kissing.

It was a long, slow, passionate kiss which, had they not already been aroused would definitely have lit the boilers. 

As they kissed, he stroked her plump breast through her woolen dress and played with her stiff nipple and she rubbed her thigh against his bulging cock.

After a few moments longer Jane pushed him away and then dropped her expensive new shoes on the floor before starting to undo the belt around her waist while he removed his trousers, pants, socks and shirt, then he helped Jane undo the belt.

One the belt was disposed of he turned her around, so she was facing the mirror and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck as she hugged his arms.

Greg could tell Jane was getting impatient as she kept rubbing her arse against his erection so he stepped back a few inches and, inch by inch he undid the zipper on her dress until her back was completely naked all the way down to her bum cleavage, then he slipped both hands inside, cupping her titties and playing with her teats and the dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor.

She murmured softly as he continued to caress her breasts and she positioned one buttock either side of his cock and rubbed herself up and down him.

He knew as much as he was enjoying the slow seduction that Jane was ready to play, so reluctantly his right hand left her breast and moved quickly down her body, his hand briefly brushing her lush bush, before engaging with her creamy pussy and she began to moan long and low the instant his digits breached her lips, quietly at first, and then after she raised one knee onto the desk her cunny really opened for him and they became much louder and more persistent until she came.

Jane climbed off the desk and turned to face him, planting a wet kiss on his lips, and grasping his substantial shaft firmly as he wiped his creamy fingers on the desk blotter.

Between kisses she asked

“Stockings… on… or off?”

“On of course” he replied

“You would say that… You pervert,” she said

He picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her on her back, and Jane instantly opened her stocking clad thighs to receive him and then he penetrated her hot honeyed cunny.

He gave her a full length, then another, then another as she writhed and moaned beneath him.

Jane was biting her lip as she wrapped her black-sheathed legs around him and began clawing his back and he quickened the pace, her squirming pussy creamed his balls and she moaned beneath him as his throbbing cock thrust deeply into her pussy again and again and her thighs gripped him tightly while he pounded her.

The pace was building steadily, faster and faster and her nails cut deeper into his skin as they moaned and grunted in unison, speeding on and on, until they reached maximum velocity, the point of no return, and she shuddered beneath him and they both exploded in utter ecstasy, and panting with pleasure, they stayed there until morning.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (349) Happy Birthday (Part 1)

 

Greg was 6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born and raised in the large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.

His parents had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger, who had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

Greg himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times each year, although since he met fellow Willow native Jane Bloomfield when she was a guest at his Hotel he had more reason to get home more often.

However, for Jane’s 29^th birthday, the week before Christmas, he booked a two-night stay at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel as a birthday treat, and the first night had been very lust fueled.

 

Greg awoke the next morning to find an empty space in the bed next to him, this was not the norm when sleeping with Jane who was partial to an early morning spoon, and she had a considerable number of weapons in her arsenal to encourage him to be so inclined.

That morning however she was already up and, in the shower, and he lay in bed for a while nursing his early riser feeling a little crestfallen.

When he finally dragged himself out of bed Jane was just coming out of the bathroom pink and luscious and draped in towels.

Greg was bleary eyed and naked and still had a boner which Jane couldn’t help but notice as he had a huge cock.

“Morning gorgeous” she said

“Happy Birthday hon” he replied

“Thank you, but I was talking to your friend” she said and took hold of his cock and stroked it gently as she kissed him.

“Now go and have a shower,” Jane added as she gave his old chap a final stroke.

While he was in the shower his erection abated but he thought Jane would bring it back to life in a second.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he was spotlessly clean, sweet smelling with minty fresh breath and ready for action.

So, imagine his surprise when he found Jane wearing a black bra with matching pants just visible through her usual 70 denier black tights.

Jane had a skinny waist and neat hips and the most beautifully round buttocks, and oh yes, the boner was back.

The very appealing sight of Jane in black underwear and tights had left him with a pronounced bulge in his towel but she was clearly not ready for action.

“Are we not “celebrating” your birthday this morning?” he asked in a pitiful voice not unlike that of Oliver Twist asking for more gruel.

“No time Babe” she said

“We have time for a quick breakfast then we need to get to the Phoenix Centre”

And after a prolonged glance at the bulge in his towel she continued

“So, you can stop pointing that thing at me, I’m interested in a sausage of a very different sort”

Though after seeing the crestfallen look on his face she kissed him before saying

“But if you keep it warm, I’ll eat it later”

So resigned to the fact he wasn’t going to be dipping his substantial wick before breakfast, but with the promise of later delights, he quickly dressed for the day and joined Jane for breakfast before the concierge called them a cab.

They had the taxi drop them at the entrance of the Phoenix Centre but they didn’t go in straight away, instead they spent a couple of hours wandering around the more interesting parts of Abbottsford then they stopped at the Labuschagne Coffee House and ordered coffee and pastries.

 

Greg had just finished the last mouthful of cake as Jane finished her coffee so, he checked his watch and they got up and headed out the door.

After walking to the Phoenix Center, they followed the slow-moving pack of Christmas Shoppers inside.

“So where shall we meet up?” she asked after they had moved to one side of the throng.

“How about O’Dowd’s” he suggested, O’Dowd’s being an Irish pub on the lower concourse

“Yes ok” she agreed “What time?”

“Is two hours long enough for you?”

“Yes, that should be alright” Jane said and kissed him and then they went their separate ways.

 

Greg didn’t need two hours for his shopping, he was only buying gifts for his staff and Christmas presents for Jane, she’d already had her birthday presents, so he had an hour to spare when he walked into the bar and ordered a pint of Guinness.

He took his bags and his drink to a vacant table and texted Jane to say he was in the bar and to join him as soon as she was finished, and she replied “ok”, then he put his phone back in his pocket and picked up his paper.

He was on his second pint when Jane arrived clutching an assortment of bags.

“Hi handsome, sorry I’m late” she said kissing him, then she whispered.

“I had to go shopping for you know what’s”

“Oh, that’s ok,” he said, kissing her back, knowing precisely what the “you know what’s” were,

“Blimey are all those bags full of knickers?”

“Shhh” she exclaimed “No of course not, most of its for Christmas”

“Oh ok” he agreed, “do you want a drink?”

“No thanks babe, I’d like to get back to the Hotel so I can try these on” Jane whispered excitedly

“Ok” he agreed draining his glass “Can I watch?”

“You’re such a perv” she said and laughed

“Is that a yes or a no?”

 

When they got up to the room, he found that due to the two pints of Guinness he desperately needed a pee, so he went straight into the bathroom to relieve himself, and when he came out he found Jane stood in front of the mirror sporting a pair of ivory silk knickers and was trying to wrestle her large breasts into the matching bra.

The first one would go in its cup with only a little persuasion but just as she got the second one in and the first one popped out again or both nipples would suddenly appear above the lace, and all the time her buttocks were doing the mumbo inside her silk drawers, and he was enjoying her performance very much indeed.

“Are you having a bit of trouble Betty?” he asked in his best Frank Spencer voice.

“I’ve bought the wrong bloody cup size,” she snapped

“Did you only buy one?” he enquired

“No of course not” she replied crossly

“But they’re all the same size” he speculated

“Yes” she mumbled and stamped her feet. “And I wanted to look and feel stunning tonight”

“You always look stunning,” he said honestly

“That’s very sweet” Jane said and turned to kiss him and both dark pink nipples peered over the top of the ivory lace.

“What am I going to do?” she asked as she rested her head on his chest “I don’t want to wear the black one, I’ve had it on all day”

“Go braless” Greg suggested

“I can’t go without a bra” she said horrified “I’m twenty-eight years old”

“Actually, you’re twenty-nine” he corrected her “but you have fabulous tits”

She frowned at the correction of her age but smiled and blushed when he complicated her breasts.

She turned towards the mirror again and removed her ill-fitting bra and then began squishing and kneading her titties and evaluated their pliability in her reflection.

“I will not go out to eat with my twenty-nine-year-old baps unslung” she stated

“Ok then how about a compromise?” he suggested, “You go braless but we eat in the hotel restaurant”

“We can’t eat here” Jane said very definitely “Have you seen the menu?”

Jane picked up the menu off the desk and gave it him and said

“It’s ridiculously expensive”

“Birthday treat” he said throwing the menu on the bed without looking at it

“What is?” she asked suspiciously “the dinner or my going braless”

“Both” he replied

 

Jane had been in the bathroom for an age getting herself ready but when she finally emerged it was well worth the wait, she looked absolutely stunning in her new outfit.

“Wow” he said, as he looked her over from top to bottom.

Before he looked her over again, starting with her patent leather heels, black tights, a grey knitted dress, patent leather belt round her narrow waist, her unharnessed breast and holding up her soft black curls a floral hair slide.

“That was well worth waiting for” he said

“Do I look ok?” she asked, “is it a bit tarty?”

“You look gorgeous”

He wanted to kiss her there and then, but her makeup was pristine, and he didn’t want to disturb it, there would be time enough later to smudge her lippy.

“Now if you would like to take my arm” he said proffering said limb “I would like the honour of escorting you to dinner”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (348) Gloria in Excelsis

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.

His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.

That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.

At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance.

 

However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready, and many other sexual interludes followed, until the day finally arrived when she got what she wanted, and more because he took her cherry and her heart.

Unfortunately Clarissa and her family were Skiing in Vermont for 10 days, Alex was invited too, albeit begrudgingly, but he had to decline as he had a series of book illustrations to complete and deliver to the publishers before Christmas, but she would be back intime to spend their first Christmas together, but while she was gone he missed her terribly.

 

It was a week before Christmas and more importantly it was a week before Clarissa was due to return from Vermont and he had missed her so much, because he loved her and he lusted after her, and those lustful thoughts had left him very horny

 

It was Saturday and for the first time in an age he had the house to himself, his brother Colin had been there for six weeks or so, but he had returned to Australia, and his elder brother Greg who had been a frequent visitor since he started dating a local girl.

However, they were in Abbottsford for a dirty weekend.

The problem was that being alone in the house left him with too much time to think, he had finished the illustrations he was commissioned to do, so he didn’t even have work to distract him.

So, he was left alone with his dirty lustful thoughts and then he remembered Gloria.

She was the Monroe’s cleaner and had worked for the family for years and earlier that year they had had a number of very pleasurable sexual adventures around the house, beginning with the time he took her from behind over the domed oak chest in the hallway.

It was she who brought the brief affair to an end, ironically because she was still in love with her husband, it was ironic because three weeks later her husband of 10 years Terry, told her out of the blue that he had been seeing another woman, for six years, and he was leaving her to live with Dawn in Abbottsford.

However after their final exchange she did say that she would be expecting a Christmas Box, which she was fully expecting to be a nerve tingling, knicker wetting, toe curling, knee trembling totally orgasmic fuck under the mistletoe, and he made it clear that he wouldn’t let her down.

Alex hadn’t played away since he and his girlfriend Clarissa had declared their love for each other, but a promise was a promise.

 

Thirty two year old Gloria Samson was very plain looking, with a large aquiline nose, and short blonde hair worn in a pony tail, and she was a hard worker, in fact her work ethic bordered on the epic considering she was a very small woman, standing 5ft tall in stocking feet.

She was stick thin, with no visible bust line, no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a boy, she did however have very nice legs and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway.

She was also blessed with a gentle nature, a heart as big as the moon and, as Alex could testify, she was very good in bed.

 

Gloria wouldn’t normally clean on a Saturday but Alex knew that that weekend was an exception because she was going away for Christmas with her new love interest Dr Rowe, on what would be her normal day, so she was working on the weekend so as not to disappoint her clients, and she had another 3 after the Monroe’s.

Alex was stood in the hall wearing a pair of Christmas boxers and a Santa hat when Gloria stepped into the hall and closed the door behind her.

“Well this is a nice surprise” she said

“Had you forgotten about your Christmas box?” he asked and walked across the hall and kissed her

“Do you mean the nerve tingling, knicker wetting, toe curling, knee trembling totally orgasmic fuck under the mistletoe, Christmas box?”

“Yes, that’s the one”

“No, I hadn’t forgotten, but we don’t have long” she replied pulling his boxers down as she smiled lustily at him and kissed him as her fingers started caressing his member.

“You have somewhere else to be?” he asked

“Yes, I have other clients” she replied still stroking his cock “and other Christmas boxes to collect”

“Really?”

“Yes, but the others aren’t like this one” she said, and her smiling lips then descended immediately to his cock, her tongue feathering his purple head before devouring him in one delightful mouthful.

“Oh, Gloria that’s so good” he said and lowered himself onto the dome topped oak chest.

After five minutes of toe-curling head the dirty cleaner got to her feet wiped her mouth and lifted her skirt to show she was naked underneath apart from stockings, and prepared to climb aboard his cock, still moist with her saliva and standing tall and proud due to her oral attentions, but he halted her progress with an outstretched hand and said

“I want you completely naked”

“Completely naked?”

“Apart from the stockings obviously” he replied and tugged on his cock, so she quickly complied, wriggling out of her dress, and discarding it and he feasted his eyes on her thick dark blonde triangle.

After that her white top went the same way, which left only her white bra, so she reached behind her back and unhooked it and the front of it flopped down exposing her beautiful little breasts and her bra hung loosely around her shoulders like a redundant shoulder holster until she threw it aside.

He gave her a smile and she climbed on his lap and slithered down him and as she did, so she let out a long breathy sigh.

Gloria then wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and crossed her ankles behind him and then rode him hard on the chest, pounding on his shaft with her wet velvety pussy, her pelvis pumping on him frenetically like a piston.

Alex’s hands gripped her little buttocks as they rose and fell, and her squeals and moans, in his ear through her gritted teeth, were growing in intensity as the pace quickened, faster and faster, louder and louder until she came with an animal yelp and he pulsed inside her.

 

Alex leant back against the wall so he could get a better look of Gloria redressing herself by the door.

She had popped her breasts back into her bra cups and had just reached her hands behind her back to refasten it when she became aware of his gaze, she became self-conscious and turned her back to him.

Which meant she was facing a painting on the wall as she prepared to put her top back on

“Is this new?” she asked

“Yes, do you like it?”

“I do” she replied “It’s amazing how you and your brothers have different gifts”

“What do you mean?”

“Well Colin got the brains; you got the artistic bent and Greg got the big cock” she replied and laughed

“How do you know about Greg’s cock?” he demanded “Did you and he….”

“Good God know, he’d split me in two” she chuckled “I caught sight of him once after he'd been in the shower”

He got up from his seat on the chest and kicked his boxers aside and then walked over to where she was pulling her top on over her head

“There’s more to me than art” he said and unfastened the catch on her bra

“I’m not doing any cleaning today am I?” she said as his hands replaced her bra cups

Choice Tales from the Vale – (347) The Birthday Treat (Part 3)

Greg paid the cab fare, and once inside the foyer with its expanse of marble floor and classical pillars they went straight to the rather grand reception desk.

After registering the receptionist handed Greg the key card and asked if they needed a porter, he accepted the former and declined the latter and they walked briskly to the lift, to find one waiting for them so they immediately entered and pressed floor 5.

The doors began to close but at the last moment a walking stick appeared in the gap and the doors opened again to reveal a rather large overdressed elderly woman who then gingerly stepped into the lift and pressed 5, thus denying them valuable groping time.

The doors closed and the lift slowly ascended and for no apparent reason stopped at every floor.

When they reached the 5^th floor the large lady exited first and unfortunately was going their way and was also in their way.

She walked very slowly down the middle of the corridor and because of her great size they couldn’t pass her.

So, after what seemed like an age, they reached their room, on the doorknob of which, was a room service menu.

But Greg already knew what kind of service Jane wanted once they got in the room, but she was having trouble with the electronic key, so he took the menu card off the doorknob

“Would you like to select from the room service menu madam?” he asked in his best French waiter voice as she struggled with the lock.

Eventually after she paused and took a deep breath it worked and the door opened, so she threw her case into the vestibule, followed by her coat.

But she didn’t answer his question, instead she just grabbed his belt and pulled him into the room, and he dragged his bag behind him.

Once inside Jane quickly closed the door and began undoing his belt.

With great manual dexterity she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers, and yanked his cock out and said

“I’ll have a large portion of this”

Although he didn’t do small portions as he was very well hung

“A very good selection madam” he said in French waiter again “and where would madam like it served?”

She let go of his cock and wriggled out of her skirt and then to his great surprise she ripped a hole in the crotch of her tights pulled her panties to one side.

“Right here and right now” she said in a very saucy “Allo Allo” voice and with her arms wrapped around his neck she hoisted herself onto him.

His cock was so hard, and her pussy was so wet and welcoming it only took two attempts with him gripping a buttock in each hand before he achieved full penetration.

“Oh God that’s so good” she exclaimed and then she kissed his mouth and she snorted through her nose as she rose and fell on his substantial shaft.

When they stopped kissing, Jane tongued his ear and her course rasping breaths urged him on.

Greg pushed her back against the vestibule wall and thrust deeply into her and she moaned in grateful receipt of each length.

Having her pinned against the wall and with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her legs gripped his hips, he was afforded the luxury of liberating her tits from their lacy bondage.

His left hand was engaged as an anchor on the doorframe, but his right was free and went immediately up inside her sweater.

As he tried to insert his hand between the lacy prison and its occupant, he pushed the bra upwards and the under wire stabbed his hand, undeterred however he bravely persevered and groped the round plump breast.

As he squeezed her tit and toyed with her erect nipple, the tempo was increasing and her moans were growing louder as was the sound of her buttocks slapping against the plaster as he continued banging her against the wall.

As they reached the summit they were both tiring and he was beginning to think they might have to adjourn to the bedroom when they suddenly found their second wind and drove on until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and with a yelp she cried out in orgasm and he came seconds later emptying his aching sack into her.

They stood there locked in passions embrace for an indeterminate period, neither of them would have known quite how long, they just knew that it felt so good and that they could have stayed there forever.

“Damn” she panted, “that’s what I call room service”

Then Jane laughed lustily, which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused him to twitch.

“Hmmm” they murmured

 

Not a bad first night at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel, having exorcised their considerable lust in the vestibule of their room, they remained in lustful embrace, Jane in his arms, impaled on his shaft and pinned to the wall, until she needed to pee

So, he set her down on the floor and kissed her slowly and sensually, then they opened the inner door and entered the room properly for the first time.

Jane needed the loo too much to examine the room in detail, so while she went in the bathroom, he carried the bags in and tried not to listen to her peeing.

When she had finished in the bathroom, she walked out wearing her sweater and no bra, with her nipples standing proud and although the garment was long it still left a tantalizing portion of her bush visible.   

In one hand she was carrying a pink bra in the other a pair of wet knickers,

“You have decimated my underwear,” she announced exasperated

“Three pairs of tights, two pairs of soiled knickers and a broken bra”

He did think to point out that he wasn’t present when the first pair of tights were ruined and the third pair were down to her, but he decided not to as he had no defense in regard to the second pair and anyway he was really enjoying looking at her bush, but then she threw her wet knickers at his face and said

“Stop looking at my muff while I’m telling you off”

She was laughing as she picked up her dirty pants and rubbed them in his face.

“I hope you don’t think this is a punishment,” he said

“Urgh you’re disgusting” she exclaimed and then she hugged him.

 

They deliberated briefly on what they should do next, eat in the room, or quickly freshen up and go out and find an eatery, they decided on the latter and twenty minutes later, wearing jeans and trainers they were crossing the Hotel lobby and just as they reached the main door Jane sneezed.

“Oh, shit there goes another pair,” she said, and he laughed.

“It’s not funny” she said, “I’ve only got one pair left”

Greg was still laughing when she punched his arm and she was giggling herself as she said quietly.

“You’ve soiled three pairs of knickers in one day and now I need to buy some more”

“You could always go commando,” he suggested

“I can’t do that” Jane exclaimed, quite mortified but still chuckling “I’m not a tart”

That set the tone for the evening and when they found a restaurant, they entertained themselves by identifying the patrons who might be “commando”

When they returned to the Hotel, they finished the night off making love in bed, which was a much more tender and restrained union than their earlier one but every bit as pleasurable for all that.