Choice Tales from the Vale – (364) Christmas Eve

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where it was going to be a big night on Christmas Eve at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.

It was compulsory for the staff to wear Christmas outfits, though not the customers, but much to their credit many of them did anyway, by varying degrees.

Barmaids Ausra and Angela were dressed as an Elf and a Fairy respectively and James was in a Santa suit, but when they were setting up for the evening, Danielle was wearing the same Christmas sweater and leggings she had worn on Christmas Jumper day when she felt the benefit of James’s cock for the first time.

As far as James was concerned nobody wore a Christmas Jumper quite like Danielle, he loved the way her ample braless breasts constantly rearranged themselves inside her sweater.

At 7.30 Danielle disappeared upstairs for half an hour and when she came down, she had changed outfits.

When she emerged through the door, she had tinsel in her brunette hair, and she was wearing a red Dress adorned with candy canes and snowflakes.

It had a figure-hugging bodice with a daring neckline and flared knee length skirt with white fur trim.

Her gorgeous legs were clad in red and white striped stockings, and she stood atop red stiletto pixie boots.

“Wow” he exclaimed as he was wiping the bar in readiness for the next punter and he thought she looked really cute, and he looked forward to liberating her from her Christmas outfit after closing time.

“I love your stripy tights”

“They’re not tights” she retorted and gave him a saucy grin as she lifted the hem of her dress. 

“They’re stockings”

Then she lifted it higher to show off her sexy red satin Cami knickers with white lace round the legs.

“Gorgeous” he said as he felt a swelling in his pants that would be with him for the rest of the night.

 

It was a busy night as you would expect for Christmas Eve and the tills were ringing and the tip jar overflowed, but there were moments of respite, and it was in one of those that she said

“I hope you have something special for me tonight, Santa”

“I’m almost certain that you’re on the naughty list” James retorted

“No, I’m on the nice and naughty list” Danielle said and giggled

“Well, I don’t think I have any presents left” he said

“Oh, but Santa, I’ll be really good” she said and began groping at his crotch.

“I’m sure you’ll be good, but you’ll still be a naughty girl” he said just as a group of giggle girls approached the bar.

About half an hour later she went in the kitchen to get more ice and he followed her and snook up on her and ran his hand up her skirt and then up the leg of her Cami Knickers and squeezed her bum cheek.

“Get off” she squealed and giggled “Get off”

“Get them off did you say?” he asked

“Get off” she repeated still giggling

“No problem at all” James said and yanked her knickers off her arse and pulled them down to her knees, and then he spanked her bare arse twice and went back to the bar.

 

At the end of a very profitable night the last of the patrons were ushered off the premises amidst a chorus of Merry Christmases and the doors bolted.

As soon as the doors were locked Danielle and the other two bar staff, Ausra and Angela, started clearing and wiping tables, while James stacked the dirty glasses in the dishwasher.

 

Once everything the other side of the bar was dealt with, James divvied up the tips, he thought it was amazing how generous punters were when there were fit young girls serving behind the bar.

On that night they had been even more generous than usual so when it was divided up it was well worth having, so everyone pocketed their windfall, James let Ausra and Angela out and bolted the door.

Normally Danielle would help James cash up but not that night because the moment James reached the bar, she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and clamping her hot mouth over his and as her darting tongue explored every inch of his mouth she snorted noisily through her nose.

James took full advantage during the passionate kiss and grappled up her skirt and found her stocking tops and suspenders, as his hand explored further up, he was surprised to find the crotch of her satin knickers were already damp.

He broke away from her embrace and said

“Let’s get you upstairs, Santa has a present for you”

“Oh goody” Danielle said excitedly “where is it?”

“I think you know very well where it is” said Santa “Let’s go upstairs and find it”

“Oh, I don’t think we need to go upstairs” she said as she vigorously stroked his cock, before pushing him backwards until he had to sit down on one of the big chairs, then she sat on his lap and kissed him passionately.

The moment her arse hit his lap his hand disappeared beneath the hem of her skirts until they reached the top of her thigh and she squirmed on his lap murmuring as he entered her satin panties, and his fingers were amongst the coarse hair of her Minge.

Danielle moaned softly as his digits explored her bush and dallied before they descended into to the abyss of her creamy cunny, and she let out a hoary growl as he fingered her hot syrupy slit and stimulated her clit.

She moaned in pleasure at his touch as she stroked her juicy cunny and every moan and grunt, she made brought her closer and closer to orgasm until finally she screamed out as she came beneath his touch.

When the hot and heavy petting was over, they quickly stood up and he bent Mrs. Claus over on the big chair and yanked her red satin Cami Knickers off her pert arse exposing her cute cheeks and her whiskered lips, then he removed the belt from his waist and threw open his jacket, under which he was naked, and he plugged his festive cock right into her creamy wetness.

“Do you like your present?” he asked

“Oh yes Santa” she panted as he banged her from behind “Oh yes I love it Santa”

She panted and moaned until that sublime moment when she yelled

“Oh my God” and Santa emptied his sack

“Damn” she said “that was really dirty” she said as he pulled out of her

“I’m sorry” he said

“Don’t be sorry” she said as she wriggled out of her knickers “I love dirty”

“Then get upstairs and you can have some more” he suggested, and she was already running to the door before he finished the sentence 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (363) Christmas Display

 

The Dulcets were 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 was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it was on the banks of the river where the Marshall family home was situated and the Marshall’s were playing host to the Ridings during Christmas.

On the last Saturday before the big day everyone except youngest son Johnny Marshall, had gone into Abbottsford to do some last-minute Christmas shopping.

Johnny didn’t go because he was working until lunchtime so when he got home the house was empty.

Before he had lunch, he went upstairs to change out of his work clothes but when he opened the bedroom door, he found the room was not empty, and his sixteen-year-old cousin Chantal Ridings was stood in the middle of his room completely naked wearing only jewelry, tinsel in her hair and a smile.

Her huge breast hung like ripe fruit, and her glorious freshly laundered lush hairy bush was on full display, and Chantal was looking straight at him.

“Er…um…er” he stuttered, and Chantal laughed, and when she saw him staring at her muff, his eyes on stalks and mouth wide open her smile widened, but Johnny backed out of the room and closed the door and went downstairs to the kitchen.

 

About five minutes later, went he was making himself a sandwich, Chantal appeared in the doorway wearing a Christmas sweater and leggings. 

“Didn’t you like what you saw?” she asked as she walked towards him smiling

“You know I did” he replied and turned to face her

“Do you want to see it again?” Chantal asked

“No” he replied

“Why ever not?” she asked with not a hint of a smile remaining on her face.

“Because I want to touch it” he replied, and his hand went inside her leggings

“Oh God that’s so much better than looking” she purred  

Choice Tales from the Vale – (362) The Double Christmas Gift

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where Christmas was in full swing, at The Sandcastle Arms, which was where pretty 18-year-old Angela Panzera worked as a barmaid.

 

Ever since she lost her virginity twice in one week, once to her beautiful Lithuanian work mate Ausra Malinauskaite and the second time to her brother’s boss, Scott White, she had become insatiable and couldn’t get enough.

However, in the week before Christmas things were so busy, she ended up on short rations.

Work at the Sandcastle Arms was mad busy, so she was having to do extra shifts, then there was the Christmas shopping, seasonal entertainment and family events, and it was the latter, where they met each other’s families that she met Scott’s favourite sibling Rachael.

It was partly because of that, that had eaten disproportionately into their nookie time, because Scott was struggling to find a suitable gift for her.

But when she did get the chance for a shag she took full advantage of it, which was why in the two hours overlap between him finishing work and her starting they were in his flat.

He reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went up there again for her pants this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the bed and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks and he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked at her clamshell.
“Oh God” she moaned and one of her shoes fell off which broke the spell so she rolled away

“Get naked  and get on the bed” she barked and disposed of her remaining shoe, wriggled free of her skirt and kicked away her tights and knickers off her feet and clambered onto his chest to present her hot ripe pussy to his waiting mouth, and he kissed her gash, nibbled the flesh of her labia, making her moan and gasp and then noshed on her, slurping her cunny juice like nectar, and his animal noshing  made her come once, twice then three times, her fanny farting in hoarse whispers.

 

Angela could wait no longer and climbed off his face and stripped off her remaining clothes and he lay their watching her strip, his face covered in her juice.

“I’ve thought of the perfect gift for Rachael” she said when she was poised on top of him, just before thrusting her eager young cunny onto his erection.

“Oh, that’s it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she skewered herself on him again and again as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she expertly performed on him so satisfyingly.

Unlike the previous times she had ridden him, she remained completely in control as she elicited the most sensual self-satisfying moans from herself.

Not needing to intercede Scott just gripped her pert buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice, and she screamed as he shot into her.

“Oh, God yes”

 

“So, what’s the perfect gift you thought of between orgasms?” he asked as they lay in the afterglow

“Oh yes I almost forgot” she giggled

“It’s rather clever” 

“How so?”

“Well, it kills two birds with one stone, one for Rachael and one for Ausra” she explained

“I don’t understand” he said

“Well, Ausra isn’t just a barmaid, she’s also a masseur” Angela said

“And Rachael would like that?” he asked doubtfully 

“She would if it were an erotic massage” Angela said

“And does Ausra do that?

“Oh yes, and she’s very good at it” she confirmed “or so I have been reliably informed”

“Oh, ok then” he said and kissed her forehead and she smiled as she remembered the erotic massage, she received which culminated with her sitting on Ausra’s face, and recalling it got her wet.

“Have we got time for another one before I go?” she asked as she toyed with his arousing cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (361) Great Scott

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where Christmas was in full swing, at The Sandcastle Arms, which was where pretty 18-year-old Angela Panzera worked as a barmaid.

 

On her day off, the day before, her friend and fellow barmaid Ausra Malinauskaite did a great job on the massage table when she managed to massage away Angela’s self-doubt and lack of confidence.

Up until that moment she was riddled with inhibitions, but they washed away with her cum as Ausra fingered her pussy.

She only every saw fault in herself, but after her first sexual experience she realized that she was desired.

Angela Panzera had really enjoyed her erotic afternoon with her sexy friend, and she would certainly repeat the experience with Ausra, but she didn’t see herself as a Lesbian, so she wasn’t going to go out into the world with her newfound self-confidence looking for pussy, not that she would turn it down out of hand if it was offered, what she was looking for was cock.

 

The day after losing her lesbian cherry she was waiting at the entrance to the Sharpington Pier where she was meeting her elder brother Paulo, she caught sight of him standing with his back to her, over by Bizzoni's Ice Cream Parlour.

“Morning bro” Angela said and then realized he was not alone

“Hi Angie” Paolo said and kissed her cheek.

He was with a group of friends, most of whom she knew, but there was someone else in the group who had caught Angela’s attention.

“This if my new boss” Paolo said “Scott White”

“Nice to meet you” she said, and he stepped forward and shook her hand

“Scott” he said

Angela liked him, his handshake was firm, his handsome face was warm and open, and his voice was like honey to her ears, and she found herself wondering what it would be like to grip his erect cock.

Just at that moment Paolo broke the spell when he said

“Come on I’ll buy you lunch”

Then he led his blushing sister away, but her mind had moved on to the thought of sitting on Scott White’s face and that made her very wet so after Paolo had kissed Angela’s cheek and went back to work after lunch, Angela went back into the restaurant and fingered herself in the toilet.

 

The following afternoon she was walking towards The Sandcastle Arms with Ausra when she spotted Scott White leaning against the wall outside the pub.

“God its him” Angela exclaimed, she had told her all about the day before, including the dirty thoughts and the emergency finger.

“Come on I’ll introduce you to my… well I don’t know what he is, but I’ll introduce you”

“Oh ok” Ausra retorted, who actually had no interest whatsoever in meeting him, but would have been very interested to know if he had a lesbian sister.

“Hello Scott” Angela said

“Hi Angela” he replied but was hesitant

“This is Ausra” she said “Friend and colleague”

“And lesbian fuck buddy” she added in her head

“Hi” he said and Ausra gave a smile and a nod

“I’ll see you inside” she said and left the inept couple stammering outside.

 

He eventually plucked up the courage to ask her out, but because he worked days and she worked evenings 6 days a week, they settled on lunch the next day.

This was followed by another lunch, the day after, and the pictures on Friday afternoon, but none of those dates had resulted in as much as a kiss, let alone a cheeky finger or a knicker wetting shag.

So, she decided to take matters into her own hands, and with any luck his cock.

So, on Saturday morning she got up early, showered, washed her hair, perfumed, and powdered everywhere, made herself up to perfection, put on her best lingerie, including stockings and suspenders, and finished off with her one and only dress and headed off to his flat.

 

She had a plan to play it cool and just dazzle him into action, so she removed her coat before knocking on the door of his flat.

When the door opened Scott stood there wearing nothing but his bath robe and judging by his wet tousled hair combined with the evidence of damp footprints on the carpet, he had just stepped out of the shower.  

“Hello gorgeous” he said “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you today”

The thought of him standing there naked beneath his robe was just too much, so all of a sudden her play it cool plan went out the window and she pushed him into the flat, threw her coat on the floor, kicked the door shut with her foot and launched herself at him, pinning him to the wall, and pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue in and out of his mouth and her arms wrapped around him, holding him really tight.

As the temperature of their embrace grew, and the passion of the kiss showed no sign of abating, his hand moved up her back and slowly unzipped her dress and Angela’s reaction was to increase the vigour of her darting tongue, so Scott’s other hand began pushing the strap of her dress down her arm to the elbow at which point she obligingly slipped her arm out, and as the fabric fell away from her, his hand was able to unfasten the catch between her breasts and cup the glorious exposed breast it revealed.

Angela sighed and snorted air deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipple until he disengaged his mouth from hers, and while still fondling her breast he started to kiss down her neck while slipping her remaining shoulder strap off to expose her other glorious globe which he quickly took hold of with his spare hand.

Much to her approval he returned his mouth to hers, however briefly, as he fondled both of her titties, playing with her swollen peaks before his mouth went on a journey down her neck, her olive-skinned shoulder and heaving chest until he found himself kneeling in front of her and her beautiful round tits on which he took turns, kissing, licking and sucking.

She was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her other was fingering his hair as he sucked her teat and while he did so, his hands were on her stockinged knees about to travel north, and as they slid slowly yet purposely upward, passing her stocking tops, and beyond until they reached their objective, and he felt the fabric of her panties beneath his fingertips.

Scott’s big hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until his fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and grasping the elastic firmly, he tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs releasing them at her knees where gravity took over and his hands were then quickly occupied with her naked arse and he stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly, simultaneously edging her backward against the hall table.

Angela adjusted her feet, at the same time kicking off her shoes and freeing her feet from her panties.

Meanwhile he was pushing up the fabric of her dress and kissing her thighs and he could smell coconut on her skin, he kissed further, and he could detect her perfume, squirted for his benefit he assumed, and then further still and he could smell her odour, pungent and profuse which spurred him on, and very soon he was rubbing his face in her ample freshly showered jet-black pubic curls and she went weak at the knees.

He maneuvered her back still further until she could slide her buttocks onto the hall table to support her weight while he knelt before her, and he looked up and saw she had her eyes closed and was biting her lip and she opened her legs up wide for him

to drink deeply of her heady perfumed juices and pleasured her with his tongue until he could wait no more and got to his feet.

He kissed her with her pungent fragrance all around his mouth and when he stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as his hand slipped up her thigh.

Angela licked her lips as he fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand, making her moan whorishly, while he released the belt of his robe to expose his cock with the other.

He stood in front of her trembling body and he kissed her once more as he penetrated her and he felt her hymen break.
He stopped and while he was still inside her he said
“I didn’t know you were a virgin”
Scott had assumed she was sexually active she was after all an attractive young woman who had initiated their current sexual exchange.
“I’m sorry” was her reply
“What for?” he said, his throbbing cock eager to continue

“For not being experienced, for not being any good” she said pulling her dress up to cover her tits “for not being like your other girls”
“I’m glad I’m the first” he replied and pulled her dress back down exposing her gorgeous tits again and kissed her “And I’m going to be second and third”
She gave him a smile in response so he gave her a full length and she moaned softly and held onto him like a frightened child, then he gave her another and she relaxed a little, then another and she began moaning louder, then another and she came.

However, when Angela came the first time, he thought the table was going to collapse so he withdrew from her soaking wet cunny and droplets of her juice dripped off his knob onto the carpet,

“Please, don’t stop” she entreated

“Don’t worry darling” he reassured her “we’ll finish this in the lounge, I don’t think this table will take any more of your passion”

He discarded his robe and stood before her wearing nothing but her cum and she stood up and grasped the front of her dress to cover her modesty.

“Let go” he said “You’re beautiful remember”

She opened her hand and her dress fell to the floor, and he admired her gorgeous body with her magnificent breasts and the thick black triangle of pubic hair, she stepped out of the discarded dress, and was only wearing her stockings and suspenders when he held out his hand and she took it in hers and he led her into the lounge and finished the job and when he finally lost his load into her tight young cunny it was like a dam bursting from his pulsating twitching cock.

 

Scott and Angela spent the night together in his bed and after making love the next morning she called in sick and they were naked in each other’s arms for most of the day.

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

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where patrons had been enjoying Christmas Jumper Day, or more precisely, an ugly sweater night at The Sandcastle Arms, which was where 25 year old Ausra Malinauskaite worked as a barmaid, and was the first hire of Manager James Mosely, that had been 7 years earlier.

At the end of a very profitable night the last of the patrons were ushered off the premises and the doors bolted.

As soon as the doors were locked Ausra and the other two bar staff, Danielle and Angela, started clearing and wiping tables, while James stacked the dirty glasses in the dishwasher.

Once everything the other side of the bar was dealt with, James divvied up the tips.

Ausra thought it was amazing how generous punters were when there were fit young girls serving behind the bar.

On that night they had been even more generous than usual so when it was divided up it was well worth having, so everyone pocketed their windfall.

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

“Nothing at all” Angela replied “Why?”

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

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

“I could really use the practice”

“Will I be naked?” she asked

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

“Oh, ok then” she replied innocently

 

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

“Is this ok for you?” Ausra asked

“I think so” she replied nervously

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

 

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

“Ok hon?” Ausra asked

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

“That feels nice” she said

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

“Hmmm” she responded as she applied more pressure

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

“Lovely?” Ausra replied

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

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

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

“No, they don’t teach you this”

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

“Ooooh you’ve definitely passed” she moaned

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

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

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

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

“Oh God Ausra” she moaned

 

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

Choice Tales from the Vale – (359) Removing the Christmas Jumper

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where patrons had been enjoying Christmas Jumper Day, or more precisely, an ugly sweater night at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty, and very popular with the punters.

But at the end of the evening when James and Danielle were alone, she made it perfectly clear to him by her actions that she didn’t believe him to be unremarkable.

As far as James was concerned nobody wore a Christmas Jumper quite like Danielle, so he spent much of the evening ogling her ample braless breasts constantly rearranging themselves inside her sweater.

He thought it was just a shame that she wouldn’t be a permanent fixture for him to feast his eyes upon as she would be returning to University in the New Year.

 

At the end of a very profitable night the last of the patrons were ushered off the premises and the doors bolted.

As soon as the doors were locked Danielle and the other two bar staff, Ausra and Angela, started clearing and wiping tables, while James stacked the dirty glasses in the dishwasher.

 

Once everything the other side of the bar was dealt with, James divvied up the tips, he thought it was amazing how generous punters were when there were fit young girls serving behind the bar.

On that night they had been even more generous than usual so when it was divided up it was well worth having, so everyone pocketed their windfall, then James let Ausra and Angela out and bolted the door, however Danielle stayed on to help him cash up.

 

When everything was done, Danielle initiated a sexual encounter which led to her whorish moans echoing around the empty bar.

She was stood behind the bar facing the empty room, hands braced on the bar top, while James had one hand inside her Christmas Jumper fondling her ample breast and other deep in her knickers frigging her creamy fanny.

When he had brought her to a satisfactory conclusion she quickly turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hotly on the mouth.

After a few moments of groping her pert buttocks, James began to remove her sweater and was making good progress when she suddenly broke off her kiss and pulled her sweater back down to cover her modesty.

“No don’t” she snapped

“I’m sorry” he said “I thought you wanted to”

“I did, I do”

“It’s ok we don’t have to” he said and put his arm around her

“No, I really want to” she pleaded “I’m just…shy”

“You weren’t shy when you thrust my hands up you jumper” he explained

“That was different, that was touching…. not looking”

“Ah I see” he said and took hold of her hand and added

“Come to bed”

“But…” she began

“Shush, I want to take you to bed”

“I know but…” she said meekly

“You can go first and get into bed” James said

“Ok” Danielle replied with a smile

“Go on then,” he said forcefully “get upstairs”

Danielle let go of his hand and hurried up the stairs and into his bedroom.

He was closer behind her than she thought, and he watched through the crack in the door as she walked to the other side of the room and drew the curtains and then standing with her back to the door, quickly divested herself of her leggings and sweater and scrambled under the covers.

Once below the duvet she removed her knickers and dropped them on the floor and then her eyes peered over the top of the duvet as he walked in the room, and her eyes never left him as he undressed and then as he slipped under the duvet, she cuddled up close to him.

“I’ve never done this before” she said

“What you’ve never slept with your boss before?”

“I don’t mean that”

“An older man then?” he suggested

“No, I’ve never done “this” before” she said quietly “I’ve never done “it””

Danielle suddenly looked quite childlike and unsure, the complete opposite of her earlier demeanour, he assumed because she was so ultra-confident, self-assured and forward when she began her seduction of him, that she was experienced.

“That’s perfect” he said

“Really?” She asked, “You don’t mind?”

“No, it makes this extra special” James replied

“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, his hand, which had been on her hip, slid down and was fondling her plump buttock and he explored her naked curves for the first time and while his hand was occupied at her cheek Danielle’s 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 she was too shy to show him earlier.

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.

Danielle 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 straw-coloured bush and as he toyed with her curls she murmured softly and as his hand came to rest, she held her breath in anticipation of its progress.

He continued watching her lying there with her eyes shut and her tongue periodically moistening her lips and after a few moments, not for the first time that night, 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.

Danielle was beginning to become more vociferous in response to his attention, she was on the brink of climax while 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.

James 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 prepared to mount her.

As James carefully positioned himself between her thighs, he stopped kissing her and was looking into her eyes as he gently entered her.

Danielle sighed at the instant 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, and it quickly became frenetic and breathless as the two of them were swept away in passions embrace which was sustained and satisfying.

 

As they lay entwined beneath his duvet in the afterglow, she was feeling very pleased with herself.

Although she didn’t know it at the time it was the first of many such pleasing nights with the man she had been fantasizing over during her own nocturnal fingering for the preceding nights.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (358) The Girl in the Christmas Jumper

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where patrons had been enjoying Christmas Jumper Day, or more precisely, an ugly sweater night at The Sandcastle Arms.

 

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty, and very popular with the punters.

It was compulsory for the staff to wear Christmas Jumpers, though not the customers, but much to their credit the vast majority of them did anyway.

But as far as James was concerned nobody wore a Christmas Jumper quite like Danielle, so he spent much of the evening ogling her ample braless breasts constantly rearranging themselves inside her sweater.

He thought it was just a shame that she wouldn’t be a permanent fixture for him to feast his eyes upon as she would be returning to University in the New Year.

 

At the end of a very profitable night the last of the patrons were ushered off the premises and the doors bolted.

As soon as the doors were locked Danielle and the other two bar staff, Ausra and Angela, started clearing and wiping tables, while James stacked the dirty glasses in the dishwasher.

 

Once everything the other side of the bar was dealt with, James divvied up the tips, he thought it was amazing how generous punters were when there were fit young girls serving behind the bar.

On that night they had been even more generous than usual so when it was divided up it was well worth having, so everyone pocketed their windfall, then James let Ausra and Angela out and bolted the door, however Danielle stayed on to help him cash up.

 

When everything was done, they were stood behind the bar chatting, she was leaning against the bar, and he was stood opposite with his arms folded.

It was just small talk about who was doing what at Christmas and New Year, when was she returning to Uni, it was all just ordinary mundane stuff which lasted about ten minutes.

But then without warning she stepped forward and grabbed his hands, before applying them to her breasts.

“What are you doing?” he said and withdrew his hands from her jumper.

“I thought that’s what you wanted” Daniella said, cupping her breasts with his hands again “You’ve been staring at them all evening”

“I know” James agreed and removed his mits again “but that doesn’t mean I should grope them at the first opportunity”

“But I’ve got really lovely tits, why don’t you want to grope my titties?” she said indignantly, and turned her back to him

“It’s not that I don’t want to” he said and stood behind her and put her hands on her shoulders.

“Then why?” 

“Because I’m ten years older that you” he explained and moved his hands to her waist “and I’m your boss”

“I don’t care about any of that” she said and moved his hands up under her jumper until they settled over her perfect ample tits, and this time he didn’t withdraw them, but began to caress their pliant form and tease her nipples to full erection, which didn’t take long.

“That feels really nice” she purred and rubbed her pert buttocks against his swelling cock.

“Well, if you think that’s nice then you’ll love this” he said and, relinquishing her right breast, slid his hand purposely across her soft belly and beneath the waistband of her leggings, into her knickers, his fingers brushing briefly through her meagre whiskers.

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

“I wasn’t expecting that”

“I can stop” he said and began to withdraw his digit

“No, don’t stop” she yelped, and gripped his arm to prevent its removal, then she turned her head to look at him.

“Not until I’m ready for you to fuck me”

So he redeployed his and she began to moan whorishly.