Carl Rogers was in Beiderbecke’s, a seedy Jazz Club in an equally seedy corner of Finchbottom.
It was just approaching 11 pm when he arrived and he already had several drinks under his belt and he had just ordered another drink at the bar when he spied her in the gloom, their eyes met across the room and he knew he wanted her.
Sarah Ellis had seen him come in and instantly liked what she saw and she had waited to catch his eye and when she did Sarah knew he was hooked.
“Are you wearing stockings?” he asked himself as she got up and walked towards him.
Sarah had to weave in between tables and as she moved slalom like, the answer changed almost with every step from no to yes and back again, and when she shuffled sideways through a narrow gap he thought her buttocks might show but her hips would only say “guess”.
Stockings or not, Carl liked what he saw as she got closer, it was lust at first sight, they didn’t speak as she took hold of his hand and led him from the club and out into the night.
Together they painted the town red and after a wild night of carousel Sarah suggested they go back to her apartment, ostensibly to quell her burning arousal, but it was a mutual wanting.
A primeval burning passion which was ignited the moment they laid eyes on one another.
A need for intimate physicality, a time to enjoy each sensation.
“Are you wearing stockings?” he asked himself again as he contemplated the sexy woman in front of him.
He held his breath as he unzipped her dress and it dropped to the floor and then he was rewarded with the sight he had hoped for.
There was a moment’s hesitation as they stood face to face in the semi darkness of her apartment and then primitive and animal they touched in coarse embrace.
Carl fingered her through the silk of her pants until she moaned into his mouth and then Sarah sighed in anticipation as he pulled her wet pants down her long stocking clad thighs and purred as his hand returned to her moist lips and he probed her creamy-ness, rhythmically stroking her until he brought her to the abyss.
He pushed her onto the sofa and knelt before her as she bit her lip as she waited for his next move and then his mouth set off on a quest to kiss his way slowly along her leg up to her stocking top, to softness of her inner thigh, and then sort out her dewy prize and tasted her tangy musk.
Carl consumed her until she shuddered and let out a stifled shout then
Sarah sat up and quickly unzipped him, quickly and roughly tugged him out as she kissed him with urgency and she could taste herself on his lips and tongue, and she stopped kissing him, licked her lips and smiled.
Sarah pushed him back on the floor and she fell on him and her mouth was all about him and as she sucked on his shaft he was transported as she sucked him to the point of ecstasy.
He was beginning to lose control and thought to himself
“Will she drink her fill of me? Will she wear my pearl necklace? Or will her loin’s envelope me?”
The answer to his question quickly came as she climbed on board him and rode him like a dervish and extracted every drop from him until he could give no more, and then they lay entwined on the floor of her apartment enjoying the afterglow with their passions well spent.
Friday 7 April 2017
Thursday 6 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (023) After the Funeral
It was a glorious day in the Finchbottom Vale, though the occasion at the Childean Memorial Hall was a gloomy one, and Vincent Ellington was a thirty something accountant and longstanding family friend of the grieving widow.
And it was when he was comforting the widow that he got really turned on, but he was unable to give her the benefit of it due to the fact that she was the grieving widow and the wife of his deceased best friend.
So he went in search of another potential recipient which was when he spotted Lisa’s cousin Claire Wiles.
He had noticed her the first time just after the funeral standing on the remembrance lawn and as soon as he looked at her dressed from head to toe in black it gave him the horn afresh, mainly because he instantly pictured her wearing only stockings and high heels.
He chose his moment very carefully to ensure he got her alone where he offered his condolences and good wishes.
Vincent ensured her glass remained full which meant the conversation quickly led to flirting until they eventually exchanged kisses, hot and passionate.
Claire lived in Shallowfield and as she was unable to drive Vincent offered to drive her home with his erection threatening to burst from his trousers.
Once at Claire’s they kissed again and very soon he removed her from her smart black suit, and peeled her layer by layer like a piece of ripe fruit until she was naked but for stockings and suspender belt.
Vince laid her down and fondled her breasts and teased her nipples until they stood proud and swollen before kissing her from mouth to stocking top.
But below her belly he paused to stop and gently kissed her pale pink haven, silkily soft to touch and freshly shaven and she opened up like a flower before him and he eagerly tasted her sweet nectar.
He explored amidst the petals and then worked at her more and more rhythmically until she moaned in climax.
Claire was ready then for him to pierce her flesh with his throbbing organ which he employed to their great mutual consummation.
They rested panting in the darkness until Claire got her second wind and to her mind she had an expectation of further pleasures and her eager mouth was so well employed rendering oral pleasure to him until he was ready for her to take him and ride him to near exhaustion.
Finally she let him sleep but as soon as the first light of dawn burst through the curtains when he woke to find her mouth about his horn.
The sex with Claire was really nice and she was a great in bed and he did revisit her bed several times over the coming months but his sights were still firmly set on Lisa Lands hot bereaved body.
And it was when he was comforting the widow that he got really turned on, but he was unable to give her the benefit of it due to the fact that she was the grieving widow and the wife of his deceased best friend.
So he went in search of another potential recipient which was when he spotted Lisa’s cousin Claire Wiles.
He had noticed her the first time just after the funeral standing on the remembrance lawn and as soon as he looked at her dressed from head to toe in black it gave him the horn afresh, mainly because he instantly pictured her wearing only stockings and high heels.
He chose his moment very carefully to ensure he got her alone where he offered his condolences and good wishes.
Vincent ensured her glass remained full which meant the conversation quickly led to flirting until they eventually exchanged kisses, hot and passionate.
Claire lived in Shallowfield and as she was unable to drive Vincent offered to drive her home with his erection threatening to burst from his trousers.
Once at Claire’s they kissed again and very soon he removed her from her smart black suit, and peeled her layer by layer like a piece of ripe fruit until she was naked but for stockings and suspender belt.
Vince laid her down and fondled her breasts and teased her nipples until they stood proud and swollen before kissing her from mouth to stocking top.
But below her belly he paused to stop and gently kissed her pale pink haven, silkily soft to touch and freshly shaven and she opened up like a flower before him and he eagerly tasted her sweet nectar.
He explored amidst the petals and then worked at her more and more rhythmically until she moaned in climax.
Claire was ready then for him to pierce her flesh with his throbbing organ which he employed to their great mutual consummation.
They rested panting in the darkness until Claire got her second wind and to her mind she had an expectation of further pleasures and her eager mouth was so well employed rendering oral pleasure to him until he was ready for her to take him and ride him to near exhaustion.
Finally she let him sleep but as soon as the first light of dawn burst through the curtains when he woke to find her mouth about his horn.
The sex with Claire was really nice and she was a great in bed and he did revisit her bed several times over the coming months but his sights were still firmly set on Lisa Lands hot bereaved body.
Wednesday 5 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (022) Woman in Black
It was a glorious day in the Finchbottom Vale, though the occasion at the Childean Memorial Hall was a gloomy one, when Vincent Ellington saw her standing alone on the terrace, bathed in the afternoon sun and staring out into the distance.
Vincent was a thirty something accountant and longstanding family friend of the Land’s.
He walked up behind her and lightly stroked the back of Lisa’s naked arm.
“Are you ok honey?” he asked
“No not really” she replied and the tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she turned towards him, so he took her in his arms and she dissolved completely into tears.
“Its ok honey” He whispered, “let it all go”
And as she sobbed uncontrollably into his chest Vincent kissed the top of her head.
He held her close and stroked her back as she sobbed until she lifted her head and said
“I’m getting you shirt wet Vince”
“I don’t care” He replied and she broke down again which was when, to his eternal shame, he got aroused, very aroused.
He would have said in his defense that he was holding in his arms a very beautiful woman, and a woman he had not only lusted after for more than five years but who he had actually been in love with for four of those years.
What he couldn’t offer any excuse for was what he was thinking as she sobbed her heart out and he consoled her with his empty words.
And those shameful thoughts concerned him trying to imagine what she was wearing under her mourning clothes and his arousal was reaching epic proportions as he considered all the various options and the images in his head which were so vivid that he was close to tipping his barrow as he held her in his arms.
The only thing that prevented his discharge from happening was the sudden and unexpected arrival on the scene of Lisa’s mother.
Her mum took her back inside to grieve more privately but as Mrs. Land led her daughter away and offered her words of comfort he had to remain on the terrace for a few minutes longer due to his inability to walk.
That inability wasn’t helped in any way whatsoever by the fact that as he watched her and her mother walk away he still continued to think long and hard about the infinite possibilities of the lingerie Lisa Land might be wearing beneath her widow’s weeds.
But no matter how much he loved her or lusted after her or even how aroused he was, he knew with certainty that he wasn’t going to quench the ache in his balls with Lisa.
Not that day anyway but he had no doubt that over the coming weeks he would become well acquainted with the contents of her knicker draw.
But in the meantime he would have to amuse himself with one of the other black clad mourner’s and slake his thirst for a woman in black underwear.
Vincent was a thirty something accountant and longstanding family friend of the Land’s.
He walked up behind her and lightly stroked the back of Lisa’s naked arm.
“Are you ok honey?” he asked
“No not really” she replied and the tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she turned towards him, so he took her in his arms and she dissolved completely into tears.
“Its ok honey” He whispered, “let it all go”
And as she sobbed uncontrollably into his chest Vincent kissed the top of her head.
He held her close and stroked her back as she sobbed until she lifted her head and said
“I’m getting you shirt wet Vince”
“I don’t care” He replied and she broke down again which was when, to his eternal shame, he got aroused, very aroused.
He would have said in his defense that he was holding in his arms a very beautiful woman, and a woman he had not only lusted after for more than five years but who he had actually been in love with for four of those years.
What he couldn’t offer any excuse for was what he was thinking as she sobbed her heart out and he consoled her with his empty words.
And those shameful thoughts concerned him trying to imagine what she was wearing under her mourning clothes and his arousal was reaching epic proportions as he considered all the various options and the images in his head which were so vivid that he was close to tipping his barrow as he held her in his arms.
The only thing that prevented his discharge from happening was the sudden and unexpected arrival on the scene of Lisa’s mother.
Her mum took her back inside to grieve more privately but as Mrs. Land led her daughter away and offered her words of comfort he had to remain on the terrace for a few minutes longer due to his inability to walk.
That inability wasn’t helped in any way whatsoever by the fact that as he watched her and her mother walk away he still continued to think long and hard about the infinite possibilities of the lingerie Lisa Land might be wearing beneath her widow’s weeds.
But no matter how much he loved her or lusted after her or even how aroused he was, he knew with certainty that he wasn’t going to quench the ache in his balls with Lisa.
Not that day anyway but he had no doubt that over the coming weeks he would become well acquainted with the contents of her knicker draw.
But in the meantime he would have to amuse himself with one of the other black clad mourner’s and slake his thirst for a woman in black underwear.
Tuesday 4 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (021) Dressed in Yellow
(Part 01)
It was a beautiful sunny day in the village of Dulcet-on-Brooke where James Herring sat on his sunny terrace looking at the girl in the yellow dress, a beautiful girl with her brunette hair cascading onto the sun kissed skin of her shoulders.
The Sun Terrace James was sitting on looked out across an expanse of lawn which ran down to the bank of the River Brooke.
But he had eyes only for Gemma who was the gorgeous girl wearing the pretty yellow dress, which he found deliciously attractive, and rather arousing but then that may have been because he knew she was wearing matching yellow underwear beneath it.
And the reason James knew what underwear was beneath the dress on the beautiful girl was because he had watched her getting dressed that morning.
Twice in fact, because after the first time he undressed her again and made love to her.
And at that precise moment on the Terrace he looked forward to slipping them off her again, and soon.
Yet this brown haired beauty only a year previously had been to all intents and purposes a dowdy frump.
Her name then was Gemma Cumber but that was before she married James.
They had met in the fog on the banks of Teardrop Lake, he was there for the sailing and she was on a walking break.
And on the day they first met, Gemma was dressed in stout old fashioned brogues, long argyle socks, grey tweed skirt and a shapeless sweater of indeterminate colour, which was very drab in the foggy gloom although she would have looked drab even in bright sunshine so drab really summed her up.
Her hair was tied in a bun beneath a tweed cap that matched the skirt and she appeared to be dressed for the 1930s and looked about forty.
Unfortunately the fog came down so thick and fast it wasn’t safe to try and move in any direction so they sat down and waited for the fog to disperse.
It was only as they sat on some rocks in the fog and shared her provisions, packed for her day’s adventure, that he saw and fell in love with the girl beneath the façade and discovered that beneath the frumpy exterior his soul mate was hidden from view.
And in the year since that day by the lake they had been the happiest either of them had ever been.
But on that warm summer’s day they were in the back garden of their first home together and they were entertaining guests.
So apart from James and Gemma, in the party were James’s brother John and his wife Elaine, and Elaine’s sister Karen and her partner Graham.
He was smiling as he watched her and when she looked up she smiled at him and blushed and the reason Gemma blushed was because she knew exactly what he was thinking.
James was thinking about how he had undressed her and ravished her that morning, and at that moment in the summer sunshine so was she.
Gemma also knew that he was going to do it again as soon as the opportunity presented itself, and she couldn’t wait for that moment, her whole body tingled just thinking about it.
It was a year and a half since they had first met and the thought of making love with him still made her quiver with anticipation.
(Part 02)
“Let’s go out on the boat”
John suggested, though Elaine wasn’t at all impressed by the idea and threw him a glare, she had just got herself settled on a lounger after clearing away after lunch.
Despite Elaine’s displeasure however the general consensus was in favour of cruising on the River.
So with almost all agreeing with John’s suggestion, Gemma was excitedly gathering everything together off the terrace as the group slowly made their way to the jetty, she loved going out on the boat it was her idea to buy it when they bought the house on the River.
But James stopped her in her tracks when he took hold of her hand
“Haven’t you forgotten something?” he said
She had a quick look around the terrace
“I don’t think so” she said
“I do” James insisted
“What?” Gemma asked a little confused
“Well you know how breezy it gets out on the water?” he asked cryptically
“Yes” she replied still confused.
Then a look of comprehension spread across her face.
“I’ll get a cardigan” she said and James laughed
“I wasn’t thinking of that”
“What then?” she giggled
“Well you’re out on the windy water wearing your pretty yellow dress” he said
“Yes”
“And underneath it?”
“Oh” she exclaimed finally comprehending
“Everyone will see my knickers”
She chuckled and gave him the armful of bits she had gathered and rushed off to change.
James followed her into the house a few moments later and dropped the pile of bits she had given him on the first surface he passed and went upstairs.
When he opened the bedroom door James found Gemma sitting on the end of the bed in her yellow underwear pulling a pair of shorts over her ankles.
He sat on the bed next to her and as she leant forward he unhooked her bra.
“We haven’t got time for that” she said with a giggle
“I would hope we will always have time for that” he said running his hand across her naked back and Gemma responded by kicking off her shorts.
She bounced to her feet and her bra fell to the ground and then everything she had bounced and James eyes focused on her tits.
She pushed James backwards on the bed and grabbed his belt and hurriedly began undoing his trousers.
“We’ll have to be quick” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face.
“Ta Da” Gemma said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants and trousers down and released the beast.
She paused momentarily to admire her handiwork then she wriggled out of her yellow knickers and in an instant she was on top of him and thrusting her eager loins onto him.
“You brazen harlot” he said gratefully, though she was lost in the moment and thought how different this girl was to the shy frumpy girl he had first met in the fog
Holding hands, James and Gemma ran headlong down the lawn towards the jetty.
Gemma was now wearing pale blue shorts and a matching top which also matched everything else.
“Where have you two been?” Elaine shouted crossly as they ran onto the jetty.
“Gemma needed to change and I was attending to security” James said as he helped Gemma on board the Cabin Cruiser and then squeezed her buttock as she passed him, and she turned around and kissed him before heading to the bow to join the other girls who were already sitting on towels sunning themselves.
“All that time for a couple of windows and a door?” Karen asked tongue in cheek
“James is very thorough” Gemma replied and blushed
“I bet he is” Karen added
James meanwhile had joined the menfolk in the cockpit
“I admire your diligence” Graham said as he reversed the 26ft cruiser away from the jetty “security is so important”
“I know what you were attending to James” John said “and it wasn’t security, you dirty pair”
And their laughter echoed across the water.
It was a beautiful sunny day in the village of Dulcet-on-Brooke where James Herring sat on his sunny terrace looking at the girl in the yellow dress, a beautiful girl with her brunette hair cascading onto the sun kissed skin of her shoulders.
The Sun Terrace James was sitting on looked out across an expanse of lawn which ran down to the bank of the River Brooke.
But he had eyes only for Gemma who was the gorgeous girl wearing the pretty yellow dress, which he found deliciously attractive, and rather arousing but then that may have been because he knew she was wearing matching yellow underwear beneath it.
And the reason James knew what underwear was beneath the dress on the beautiful girl was because he had watched her getting dressed that morning.
Twice in fact, because after the first time he undressed her again and made love to her.
And at that precise moment on the Terrace he looked forward to slipping them off her again, and soon.
Yet this brown haired beauty only a year previously had been to all intents and purposes a dowdy frump.
Her name then was Gemma Cumber but that was before she married James.
They had met in the fog on the banks of Teardrop Lake, he was there for the sailing and she was on a walking break.
And on the day they first met, Gemma was dressed in stout old fashioned brogues, long argyle socks, grey tweed skirt and a shapeless sweater of indeterminate colour, which was very drab in the foggy gloom although she would have looked drab even in bright sunshine so drab really summed her up.
Her hair was tied in a bun beneath a tweed cap that matched the skirt and she appeared to be dressed for the 1930s and looked about forty.
Unfortunately the fog came down so thick and fast it wasn’t safe to try and move in any direction so they sat down and waited for the fog to disperse.
It was only as they sat on some rocks in the fog and shared her provisions, packed for her day’s adventure, that he saw and fell in love with the girl beneath the façade and discovered that beneath the frumpy exterior his soul mate was hidden from view.
And in the year since that day by the lake they had been the happiest either of them had ever been.
But on that warm summer’s day they were in the back garden of their first home together and they were entertaining guests.
So apart from James and Gemma, in the party were James’s brother John and his wife Elaine, and Elaine’s sister Karen and her partner Graham.
He was smiling as he watched her and when she looked up she smiled at him and blushed and the reason Gemma blushed was because she knew exactly what he was thinking.
James was thinking about how he had undressed her and ravished her that morning, and at that moment in the summer sunshine so was she.
Gemma also knew that he was going to do it again as soon as the opportunity presented itself, and she couldn’t wait for that moment, her whole body tingled just thinking about it.
It was a year and a half since they had first met and the thought of making love with him still made her quiver with anticipation.
(Part 02)
“Let’s go out on the boat”
John suggested, though Elaine wasn’t at all impressed by the idea and threw him a glare, she had just got herself settled on a lounger after clearing away after lunch.
Despite Elaine’s displeasure however the general consensus was in favour of cruising on the River.
So with almost all agreeing with John’s suggestion, Gemma was excitedly gathering everything together off the terrace as the group slowly made their way to the jetty, she loved going out on the boat it was her idea to buy it when they bought the house on the River.
But James stopped her in her tracks when he took hold of her hand
“Haven’t you forgotten something?” he said
She had a quick look around the terrace
“I don’t think so” she said
“I do” James insisted
“What?” Gemma asked a little confused
“Well you know how breezy it gets out on the water?” he asked cryptically
“Yes” she replied still confused.
Then a look of comprehension spread across her face.
“I’ll get a cardigan” she said and James laughed
“I wasn’t thinking of that”
“What then?” she giggled
“Well you’re out on the windy water wearing your pretty yellow dress” he said
“Yes”
“And underneath it?”
“Oh” she exclaimed finally comprehending
“Everyone will see my knickers”
She chuckled and gave him the armful of bits she had gathered and rushed off to change.
James followed her into the house a few moments later and dropped the pile of bits she had given him on the first surface he passed and went upstairs.
When he opened the bedroom door James found Gemma sitting on the end of the bed in her yellow underwear pulling a pair of shorts over her ankles.
He sat on the bed next to her and as she leant forward he unhooked her bra.
“We haven’t got time for that” she said with a giggle
“I would hope we will always have time for that” he said running his hand across her naked back and Gemma responded by kicking off her shorts.
She bounced to her feet and her bra fell to the ground and then everything she had bounced and James eyes focused on her tits.
She pushed James backwards on the bed and grabbed his belt and hurriedly began undoing his trousers.
“We’ll have to be quick” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face.
“Ta Da” Gemma said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants and trousers down and released the beast.
She paused momentarily to admire her handiwork then she wriggled out of her yellow knickers and in an instant she was on top of him and thrusting her eager loins onto him.
“You brazen harlot” he said gratefully, though she was lost in the moment and thought how different this girl was to the shy frumpy girl he had first met in the fog
Holding hands, James and Gemma ran headlong down the lawn towards the jetty.
Gemma was now wearing pale blue shorts and a matching top which also matched everything else.
“Where have you two been?” Elaine shouted crossly as they ran onto the jetty.
“Gemma needed to change and I was attending to security” James said as he helped Gemma on board the Cabin Cruiser and then squeezed her buttock as she passed him, and she turned around and kissed him before heading to the bow to join the other girls who were already sitting on towels sunning themselves.
“All that time for a couple of windows and a door?” Karen asked tongue in cheek
“James is very thorough” Gemma replied and blushed
“I bet he is” Karen added
James meanwhile had joined the menfolk in the cockpit
“I admire your diligence” Graham said as he reversed the 26ft cruiser away from the jetty “security is so important”
“I know what you were attending to James” John said “and it wasn’t security, you dirty pair”
And their laughter echoed across the water.
Monday 3 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (020) In His Favourite Chair
(Part 01)
Professor Robert Shadwell was a dry and crusty academic who was Professor of History at Abbottsford University.
He was in his fiftieth year and was considered by everyone who knew him to be as dull as ditch water and capable of talking about nothing but his subject, in detail and at length.
But no one was ever as they seemed and he was no exception.
He lived in the hamlet of Dulcet Meadow, in a 19th Century Farmhouse which was his bolt hole, his escape from the academic world where he could enjoy his well-appointed library and his well upholstered house keeper Mary Lucas.
He would spend four days a week in Abbottsford where he would spend the majority of his time in his rooms reading and looking forward to getting back to the arms of the voluptuous Mary.
She was ten years younger than her employer and had been his house keeper for 10 years and his lover for 5.
It began on his 45th birthday when he had too much wine and he kissed her, and she kissed him back.
Mary was a single parent, her daughter Joanna was now studying medicine in Edinburgh.
At first they snatched moments here and there, when they found themselves alone, when Joanna was at school, at a friends or working, but in the two years since she went off to Edinburgh they had enjoyed each other whenever and wherever they wanted, and they really wanted to a lot.
So when all his lectures were cancelled for the day he took the opportunity to get home to Dulcet Meadow and spend the day in the loving arms and ample bosom of his Mary.
But when he phoned her from the car he found out she was in Northchapel visiting her sister who had broken her leg.
He found it hard to hide his disappointment and she promised not to be late back.
By the time he reached Dulcet Meadow it was early afternoon and the sun which had burnt off the early cloud had steadily grown in strength since.
He parked the car on the drive and was surprised to find a green Renault Clio already there, he knew it wasn’t Johanna’s, but he had no idea whose it was.
The other thing he notice was that the French doors were open to the Morning Room, so called as it was the room that got the morning sun, but he used it as his Study.
He walked towards the open doors and as he was horny and frustrated he was about to burst in and chastise whoever it was that had violated his inner sanctum.
But as he got closer he noticed that although the doors were open the curtains were not and he could hear the intruder murmuring inside.
(Part 02)
So instead of entering the Morning room from the garden he chose to peer through the gap between the curtains and he spied a scene which gave the Professor an instant hard on.
His housekeeper's daughter, Johanna, was sitting in his favourite leather chair.
He loved that chair with its faded and cracked Brown Leather, which was well stuffed and comfortable.
But at that moment he loved it even more as completely unaware of his presence behind the curtains, Johanna sat completely naked, her clothes discarded nearby on the floor and one leg draped over the arm of the chair as she happily pleasured herself.
Her eyes were closed and thinking she was quite alone she fingered herself without a care.
He was very aroused as she wriggled and writhed as she extracted moan after delicious moan from her endeavours as her fingers worked eagerly between her lips at her moist pink flesh.
The professor had discarded his trousers and boxers and had his cock in hand as he stepped silently into the room.
He began tugging on his engorged organ as he stood before her and then she opened her eyes and gasped in surprise.
But she had eyes only for the hand pulling on his rise and she matched the rhythm of her fingering to his masturbation until she motioned to him to come closer to her in the chair.
Still tugging on his organ he approached her and with her free hand she grabbed his erection and pulled it to her mouth.
With one hand he braced himself on the back of the chair while the other one caressed her brown hair.
Suddenly her thighs drew together as she came and as she squirmed in the chair and the moan died in her throat she continued to suck on him.
Johanna suddenly released his cock and jumped up and knelt in the chair and gripped the leather back and presented her moist minge to him.
He stood behind her and fondled her plump white buttocks kneading them like bread dough then he knelt down to lick her moist cunny
"I want you in me now" Johanna snapped
"Don't worry" he replied, "I just want a taste"
“Professor please” she begged so he stood up and put a hand on each cheek, caressing her gently before penetrating her.
Johanna released a fruity chuckle as he slid inside her and his hands played with her breasts as he thrust into her tight young pussy again and again.
He fondled and squeezed her little tits right up to the moment her fit taught young body gave a shudder as she came and he followed.
He withdrew from her cunny and she collapsed into the chair and curled up in the corner panting and smiling.
He walked to the French doors and closed them in but when he turned around she had grabbed up all her clothes and was looking coy and beguiling.
“You won’t be needing them” he said thinking that if she didn’t want to go again he would at least have her mother.
“Unless you don’t want to do it again” He added as he opened the door into the hall.
Johanna had dumped her clothes and pushed past him and ran giggling up the stairs.
“They wouldn’t call me dull if they knew I’d been inside that” he said to himself, they would have been impressed enough to know he was shagging her mother but bedding mother and daughter would have shown him in a very different light altogether and would have earned him celebrity status.
Professor Robert Shadwell was a dry and crusty academic who was Professor of History at Abbottsford University.
He was in his fiftieth year and was considered by everyone who knew him to be as dull as ditch water and capable of talking about nothing but his subject, in detail and at length.
But no one was ever as they seemed and he was no exception.
He lived in the hamlet of Dulcet Meadow, in a 19th Century Farmhouse which was his bolt hole, his escape from the academic world where he could enjoy his well-appointed library and his well upholstered house keeper Mary Lucas.
He would spend four days a week in Abbottsford where he would spend the majority of his time in his rooms reading and looking forward to getting back to the arms of the voluptuous Mary.
She was ten years younger than her employer and had been his house keeper for 10 years and his lover for 5.
It began on his 45th birthday when he had too much wine and he kissed her, and she kissed him back.
Mary was a single parent, her daughter Joanna was now studying medicine in Edinburgh.
At first they snatched moments here and there, when they found themselves alone, when Joanna was at school, at a friends or working, but in the two years since she went off to Edinburgh they had enjoyed each other whenever and wherever they wanted, and they really wanted to a lot.
So when all his lectures were cancelled for the day he took the opportunity to get home to Dulcet Meadow and spend the day in the loving arms and ample bosom of his Mary.
But when he phoned her from the car he found out she was in Northchapel visiting her sister who had broken her leg.
He found it hard to hide his disappointment and she promised not to be late back.
By the time he reached Dulcet Meadow it was early afternoon and the sun which had burnt off the early cloud had steadily grown in strength since.
He parked the car on the drive and was surprised to find a green Renault Clio already there, he knew it wasn’t Johanna’s, but he had no idea whose it was.
The other thing he notice was that the French doors were open to the Morning Room, so called as it was the room that got the morning sun, but he used it as his Study.
He walked towards the open doors and as he was horny and frustrated he was about to burst in and chastise whoever it was that had violated his inner sanctum.
But as he got closer he noticed that although the doors were open the curtains were not and he could hear the intruder murmuring inside.
(Part 02)
So instead of entering the Morning room from the garden he chose to peer through the gap between the curtains and he spied a scene which gave the Professor an instant hard on.
His housekeeper's daughter, Johanna, was sitting in his favourite leather chair.
He loved that chair with its faded and cracked Brown Leather, which was well stuffed and comfortable.
But at that moment he loved it even more as completely unaware of his presence behind the curtains, Johanna sat completely naked, her clothes discarded nearby on the floor and one leg draped over the arm of the chair as she happily pleasured herself.
Her eyes were closed and thinking she was quite alone she fingered herself without a care.
He was very aroused as she wriggled and writhed as she extracted moan after delicious moan from her endeavours as her fingers worked eagerly between her lips at her moist pink flesh.
The professor had discarded his trousers and boxers and had his cock in hand as he stepped silently into the room.
He began tugging on his engorged organ as he stood before her and then she opened her eyes and gasped in surprise.
But she had eyes only for the hand pulling on his rise and she matched the rhythm of her fingering to his masturbation until she motioned to him to come closer to her in the chair.
Still tugging on his organ he approached her and with her free hand she grabbed his erection and pulled it to her mouth.
With one hand he braced himself on the back of the chair while the other one caressed her brown hair.
Suddenly her thighs drew together as she came and as she squirmed in the chair and the moan died in her throat she continued to suck on him.
Johanna suddenly released his cock and jumped up and knelt in the chair and gripped the leather back and presented her moist minge to him.
He stood behind her and fondled her plump white buttocks kneading them like bread dough then he knelt down to lick her moist cunny
"I want you in me now" Johanna snapped
"Don't worry" he replied, "I just want a taste"
“Professor please” she begged so he stood up and put a hand on each cheek, caressing her gently before penetrating her.
Johanna released a fruity chuckle as he slid inside her and his hands played with her breasts as he thrust into her tight young pussy again and again.
He fondled and squeezed her little tits right up to the moment her fit taught young body gave a shudder as she came and he followed.
He withdrew from her cunny and she collapsed into the chair and curled up in the corner panting and smiling.
He walked to the French doors and closed them in but when he turned around she had grabbed up all her clothes and was looking coy and beguiling.
“You won’t be needing them” he said thinking that if she didn’t want to go again he would at least have her mother.
“Unless you don’t want to do it again” He added as he opened the door into the hall.
Johanna had dumped her clothes and pushed past him and ran giggling up the stairs.
“They wouldn’t call me dull if they knew I’d been inside that” he said to himself, they would have been impressed enough to know he was shagging her mother but bedding mother and daughter would have shown him in a very different light altogether and would have earned him celebrity status.
Sunday 2 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (019) A Rosie Memory
Kevin Bush was a 16 year old callow youth born and raised in Lower Gracewood, a quiet and unexciting village near Finchbottom.
It was more than 20 years ago in the Vale and when he was still only 16 and he was invited to a house party at the home of the friend of a friend in Finchbottom.
He wasn’t going to go at first, house parties weren’t really his kind of thing, but he allowed himself to be persuaded and as it turned out he was glad that he had because that was when he first saw Rosie Byrne.
She was way out of his league of course he knew that right from the outset, Rosie was five years older than him for a start and drop dead gorgeous into the bargain, with jet black hair, stunning green eyes and great breasts, but he figured there was no harm in looking, so he did, at every opportunity.
Anyway after a couple of beers he got brave and started to flirt with her and he was really chuffed that she flirted back, though Kevin actually thought she was just being a really good sport.
They kept up the mutual flirtation for a while and then Rosie asked for a refill of her glass so Kevin reluctantly went off to the kitchen.
He thought it was probably just a ruse to get rid of him because she had tired of the converse but he didn’t mind, after all it had only been a bit of fun.
However much to his surprise and delight, not only had she not done a runner while he was in the kitchen but she was waiting for him in the hall and steered him expertly into the utility room and planted a hot wet kiss on his mouth.
After a few moments their mouths parted long enough for him to put the drinks down and get a short sentence out.
“I thought we were only flirting”
“You have a lot to learn about women” she said closing in on him again.
“Perhaps you could teach me then” he suggested
“Ok” she replied and leant her face towards him and gently touched her lips against his.
“A little more I think” he said
“You’d like me to teach you some more?” she asked smiling.
“Oh yes” He replied and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him then their lips met again and their mouths opened on contact and it then progressed with tongues flicking.
He had never had a French kiss before and he desperately hoped she wouldn’t notice.
She pulled herself away from his over enthusiastic efforts and looked into his eyes and smiled.
“You're not a bad kisser” she said kindly
“You're obviously a good teacher” he told her
“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said as she unzipped his fly and smiled lustily at him as she watched the pleasure on his face as her soft hand stroked and tugged on him.
Rosie stopped her ministrations suddenly and giggled before dropping to her knees where she wished she could see what expression of pleasure played on his face as her mouth eagerly enveloped him.
The experienced Rosie was expertly taking him to the very brink time and time again only to let his passion recede until on the last time she let him explode in her mouth and she greedily swallowed his seed.
“Now that’s better than flirting isn’t it?” she said wiping her mouth
“Oh yes” he agreed
“Bye lover” Rosie said when they emerged from the cupboard and he watched her walk away as they went their separate ways and as the party was by then in full swing their paths didn’t cross again until after midnight when Kevin was leaving to catch the last train home.
As he walked towards the station Kevin was reliving his intimate encounter in the cupboard with Rosie, and he hadn’t walked more than one hundred yards along the road when a car pulled up to the curb in front of him.
“Hey lover” Rosie called as he passed alongside the car
“Do you want a lift?”
Being a teenager and his mind being full of every lurid detail of the earlier blowjob he was sporting a hard on even before he got in the car.
“Thanks” he said and Rosie drove away and turned left at the end of the road.
“The station is the other way” he pointed out
“We’re not going to the station” she replied
“Where are we going then?”
“Think of it as another cupboard” she replied lustily
“Oh”
The metaphorical cupboard turned out to be a picnic area in Gracewood where it was time for Rosie to be on the receiving end when Kevin lost his cherry in the back of her Ford Fiesta.
It was more than 20 years ago in the Vale and when he was still only 16 and he was invited to a house party at the home of the friend of a friend in Finchbottom.
He wasn’t going to go at first, house parties weren’t really his kind of thing, but he allowed himself to be persuaded and as it turned out he was glad that he had because that was when he first saw Rosie Byrne.
She was way out of his league of course he knew that right from the outset, Rosie was five years older than him for a start and drop dead gorgeous into the bargain, with jet black hair, stunning green eyes and great breasts, but he figured there was no harm in looking, so he did, at every opportunity.
Anyway after a couple of beers he got brave and started to flirt with her and he was really chuffed that she flirted back, though Kevin actually thought she was just being a really good sport.
They kept up the mutual flirtation for a while and then Rosie asked for a refill of her glass so Kevin reluctantly went off to the kitchen.
He thought it was probably just a ruse to get rid of him because she had tired of the converse but he didn’t mind, after all it had only been a bit of fun.
However much to his surprise and delight, not only had she not done a runner while he was in the kitchen but she was waiting for him in the hall and steered him expertly into the utility room and planted a hot wet kiss on his mouth.
After a few moments their mouths parted long enough for him to put the drinks down and get a short sentence out.
“I thought we were only flirting”
“You have a lot to learn about women” she said closing in on him again.
“Perhaps you could teach me then” he suggested
“Ok” she replied and leant her face towards him and gently touched her lips against his.
“A little more I think” he said
“You’d like me to teach you some more?” she asked smiling.
“Oh yes” He replied and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him then their lips met again and their mouths opened on contact and it then progressed with tongues flicking.
He had never had a French kiss before and he desperately hoped she wouldn’t notice.
She pulled herself away from his over enthusiastic efforts and looked into his eyes and smiled.
“You're not a bad kisser” she said kindly
“You're obviously a good teacher” he told her
“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said as she unzipped his fly and smiled lustily at him as she watched the pleasure on his face as her soft hand stroked and tugged on him.
Rosie stopped her ministrations suddenly and giggled before dropping to her knees where she wished she could see what expression of pleasure played on his face as her mouth eagerly enveloped him.
The experienced Rosie was expertly taking him to the very brink time and time again only to let his passion recede until on the last time she let him explode in her mouth and she greedily swallowed his seed.
“Now that’s better than flirting isn’t it?” she said wiping her mouth
“Oh yes” he agreed
“Bye lover” Rosie said when they emerged from the cupboard and he watched her walk away as they went their separate ways and as the party was by then in full swing their paths didn’t cross again until after midnight when Kevin was leaving to catch the last train home.
As he walked towards the station Kevin was reliving his intimate encounter in the cupboard with Rosie, and he hadn’t walked more than one hundred yards along the road when a car pulled up to the curb in front of him.
“Hey lover” Rosie called as he passed alongside the car
“Do you want a lift?”
Being a teenager and his mind being full of every lurid detail of the earlier blowjob he was sporting a hard on even before he got in the car.
“Thanks” he said and Rosie drove away and turned left at the end of the road.
“The station is the other way” he pointed out
“We’re not going to the station” she replied
“Where are we going then?”
“Think of it as another cupboard” she replied lustily
“Oh”
The metaphorical cupboard turned out to be a picnic area in Gracewood where it was time for Rosie to be on the receiving end when Kevin lost his cherry in the back of her Ford Fiesta.
Saturday 1 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (018) Acting Their Ages
(Part 01)
Yvonne Maher was a fifty-one year old divorcee and Tom Haggerty was fifty two and a widower and they were both spending there latter middle years alone.
Neither of them had children from their respective marriages and had no extended family to speak of.
They also shared the dubious honour of having dallied with younger lovers, much younger lovers.
Yvonne lived alone in a large detached Georgian house in a well-heeled leafy corner of Shallowfield
Yvonne was only just over fifty, but none the less she was the wrong side of that particular milestone but she wasn’t a lonely divorcee because Yvonne had a wide circle of friends.
Tom Haggerty lived in a quaint Tudor cottage in a quiet suburb on the posh side of Childean.
He was fifty two years old and recently widowed and immediately after his wife’s death he seemed to suddenly appear on the radar of the local spinster’s, widows and divorcees in and around his own age.
Tom had had a short breathless affair with a 23 year old yoga teacher which he ended.
But since being on his own, truly on his own he had harked back to his youth and the days before his six pack became victim to too many six packs.
His middle aged physique tended more towards the party seven than a six pack.
He also reflected on his old girlfriends of the day with their firm buttocks, flat stomachs and gravity defying breasts which stirred his loins in his lustful nostalgia.
Part of him wanted to return to those carefree days of youth.
When all that teenage sex was so wonderful, when he had such limited sexual experience, and so much of the fun was in the learning.
All the reminiscing left him with a certain longing but he knew the past could not be relived or recaptured.
At the same time Yvonne had gone through a long exhausting affair with an estate agent 25 years her junior.
And although he stimulated every cell in her body with monotonous regularity for the sake of her health and sanity she decided she would look after her own wants and needs and kicked him into touch.
What she craved was something he couldn’t give her.
She was looking for a companion, a confidant and a friend and not just someone to bang her brains out.
One of Tom’s biggest gripes at having such a young girlfriend was the dullness of her pillow talk.
Wendy was born into a generation that had so many means of communication at their disposal yet she still had nothing meaningful to say.
There was a lot to be said for being with a woman who was wrinkle free and supple, but it was what was said afterwards that he craved.
Yvonne was immensely flattered at her age to attract the attentions of such a young lover, but the price for such toe curling sexual encounters was too high to pay.
What she longed for was to be with someone with life experience, someone she could have a proper conversation with in between the love making or even instead of it.
It didn’t have to be deep and meaningful converse just a bit more intellectual than he said/she said.
What Tom and Yvonne both wanted was someone they could talk too, not about anything earth shattering, it could be as simple as a common history or shared knowledge, someone who knew the name of the dragon in Ivor the Engine, or someone who watched Brief Encounter and didn’t think it was funny, someone who had heard of Biafra, Aberfan and the Torrey Canyon or remembered when there were only three TV channels.
Someone who remembered being able to play music at the wrong speed on a gramophone and who remembered having to wait for the black and white TV set to warm up.
Just someone who understood what the other was saying and wouldn’t stare vacantly at you when you mentioned an event that happened pre 1990.
(Part 02)
Both of them had put a stop to their respective cradle snatching relationships and put their hopes in something more age appropriate and eventually their wishes were answered one day when a mutual friend introduced them to each other at a dinner party.
The friend was Lynn Cooper who lived on Teardrop Lake, her daughter Jane did the cooking.
During the course of the evening in between the main course and desert Tom leant over and asked
“Do you remember 8 track stereo?”
Yvonne smiled and nodded and all at once realised the significance of the question.
They both got their wish answered and they had their first date a week later which presented them both with more concerns.
Whenever you reach a certain age in life you will have acquired to a greater or lesser degree an unfortunate body shape and gravity becomes your enemy and a simple mirror becomes something to be avoided.
He never had doubts when he was doing the horizontal jog with the widows and spinsters but this time the image in the mirror dented his self-confidence, this time it mattered.
It was completely irrational, after all it was the same out of shape middle-aged body that had “Bendy Wendy” wetting her knickers all summer long.
His face had stood the test of time and he was genuinely quite presentable for his age when dressed in an expensive suit, it was just when he was out of it he was likely scare the animals.
He really liked Yvonne and he was hoping that would be reciprocated and he would get lucky and without being conceited he was confident he could leave her satisfied, so to speak, he’d made Wendy scream more than once.
If he got that far with Yvonne he was sure she wouldn’t regret it but his great fear was that he would leave her disappointed with his natural appearance, she might have a more refined palette.
He wanted to fulfil his hope of soon reaching a level of intimacy with the not unattractive divorcée Yvonne Maher.
Yvonne had been having much the same internal discussion as she stood before her own mirror the only difference was that she had been doing it for three hours longer.
Her body was in quite good shape she hadn’t given birth or had a hysterectomy so her body had not reached the level of decline that some of her contemporary’s had.
Plus she had been put through a long intimate summer workout by the gardening Estate Agent which had kept her well limbered up.
Finally she deemed herself satisfied with the final look, she just hoped it would suffice for him.
She had high hopes of Tom Haggerty, she was hopeful he might fill the hole in her life.
She sniggered at the thought of him filling her hole as she dressed in her most flattering silk undergarments complete with stockings and suspenders.
Yvonne had spent five hours getting ready which involved applying endless lotions, potions, creams and balms as well as expensive underwear.
And all the time she was dressing she was imagining Tom undressing her.
And when she looked at the final result of her efforts in the mirror she had no doubts at that moment she would get Tom into the bedroom but with everything removed she was worried he might not want to go back for seconds.
(Part 03)
The date went very well, dinner at the Brown Windsor in Shallowfield and then back to Yvonne’s for coffee.
The kiss came while they waited for the kettle to boil and the moment their lips met Tom was more concerned about bringing Yvonne to the boil.
They were both strangely nervous so Yvonne went upstairs on her own to prepare herself and Tom followed ten minutes later and undressed quickly on the landing.
He slipped silently into the semi darkness of the room and she was already in bed and he quickly joined her.
Yvonne turned onto her side as he got in and they cuddled up face to face, as his hands caressed her he found she was naked but for her lace topped stockings, and he liked that very much.
They kissed then in the semi darkness and Yvonne signalled her intent when she took hold of his cock.
The kiss grew with intensity as Toms hands sort out first her plump breast and then her welcoming lips which opened like the petals of a flower and he frigged at her wetness as she continued to play with his shaft until he rolled her onto her back.
As he climbed on board her thighs parted obligingly and she gripped his cock once moor only this time she guided it between her eager lips and he slowly slid into her.
Yvonne held her breath momentarily at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth as she received all of him.
She writhed beneath him and moaned softly as her stocking clad thighs gripped him then she squirmed as she reached that ecstatic point, the breathless hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
Tom looked down on her as she softly moaned and writhed as she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that briefly preceded his own climax.
“That’s more like it” Tom said to himself as he withdrew from her and she let out a sigh.
And as they lay cuddling in the afterglow Yvonne thought to herself
“That was very acceptable”
They had made love for the first time, and that was the difference, making love was so much nicer than just having sex.
There may not have been any risk of being orgasmed to the point of unconsciousness by Tom but nonetheless the whole evening, particularly the last part of it was
“Very acceptable indeed”
At the same time Tom was thinking that while Yvonne may not have been as agile, pliable or have the same stamina as a woman half her age, like Bendy Wendy, but Yvonne was just what he was looking for.
And as they lay breathless in the darkness they had the most banal and trivial conversations into the small hours and when they had finished instead of making love again they just cuddled up and went to sleep.
There would be plenty of time for more love making and many other interesting conversations.
Yvonne Maher was a fifty-one year old divorcee and Tom Haggerty was fifty two and a widower and they were both spending there latter middle years alone.
Neither of them had children from their respective marriages and had no extended family to speak of.
They also shared the dubious honour of having dallied with younger lovers, much younger lovers.
Yvonne lived alone in a large detached Georgian house in a well-heeled leafy corner of Shallowfield
Yvonne was only just over fifty, but none the less she was the wrong side of that particular milestone but she wasn’t a lonely divorcee because Yvonne had a wide circle of friends.
Tom Haggerty lived in a quaint Tudor cottage in a quiet suburb on the posh side of Childean.
He was fifty two years old and recently widowed and immediately after his wife’s death he seemed to suddenly appear on the radar of the local spinster’s, widows and divorcees in and around his own age.
Tom had had a short breathless affair with a 23 year old yoga teacher which he ended.
But since being on his own, truly on his own he had harked back to his youth and the days before his six pack became victim to too many six packs.
His middle aged physique tended more towards the party seven than a six pack.
He also reflected on his old girlfriends of the day with their firm buttocks, flat stomachs and gravity defying breasts which stirred his loins in his lustful nostalgia.
Part of him wanted to return to those carefree days of youth.
When all that teenage sex was so wonderful, when he had such limited sexual experience, and so much of the fun was in the learning.
All the reminiscing left him with a certain longing but he knew the past could not be relived or recaptured.
At the same time Yvonne had gone through a long exhausting affair with an estate agent 25 years her junior.
And although he stimulated every cell in her body with monotonous regularity for the sake of her health and sanity she decided she would look after her own wants and needs and kicked him into touch.
What she craved was something he couldn’t give her.
She was looking for a companion, a confidant and a friend and not just someone to bang her brains out.
One of Tom’s biggest gripes at having such a young girlfriend was the dullness of her pillow talk.
Wendy was born into a generation that had so many means of communication at their disposal yet she still had nothing meaningful to say.
There was a lot to be said for being with a woman who was wrinkle free and supple, but it was what was said afterwards that he craved.
Yvonne was immensely flattered at her age to attract the attentions of such a young lover, but the price for such toe curling sexual encounters was too high to pay.
What she longed for was to be with someone with life experience, someone she could have a proper conversation with in between the love making or even instead of it.
It didn’t have to be deep and meaningful converse just a bit more intellectual than he said/she said.
What Tom and Yvonne both wanted was someone they could talk too, not about anything earth shattering, it could be as simple as a common history or shared knowledge, someone who knew the name of the dragon in Ivor the Engine, or someone who watched Brief Encounter and didn’t think it was funny, someone who had heard of Biafra, Aberfan and the Torrey Canyon or remembered when there were only three TV channels.
Someone who remembered being able to play music at the wrong speed on a gramophone and who remembered having to wait for the black and white TV set to warm up.
Just someone who understood what the other was saying and wouldn’t stare vacantly at you when you mentioned an event that happened pre 1990.
(Part 02)
Both of them had put a stop to their respective cradle snatching relationships and put their hopes in something more age appropriate and eventually their wishes were answered one day when a mutual friend introduced them to each other at a dinner party.
The friend was Lynn Cooper who lived on Teardrop Lake, her daughter Jane did the cooking.
During the course of the evening in between the main course and desert Tom leant over and asked
“Do you remember 8 track stereo?”
Yvonne smiled and nodded and all at once realised the significance of the question.
They both got their wish answered and they had their first date a week later which presented them both with more concerns.
Whenever you reach a certain age in life you will have acquired to a greater or lesser degree an unfortunate body shape and gravity becomes your enemy and a simple mirror becomes something to be avoided.
He never had doubts when he was doing the horizontal jog with the widows and spinsters but this time the image in the mirror dented his self-confidence, this time it mattered.
It was completely irrational, after all it was the same out of shape middle-aged body that had “Bendy Wendy” wetting her knickers all summer long.
His face had stood the test of time and he was genuinely quite presentable for his age when dressed in an expensive suit, it was just when he was out of it he was likely scare the animals.
He really liked Yvonne and he was hoping that would be reciprocated and he would get lucky and without being conceited he was confident he could leave her satisfied, so to speak, he’d made Wendy scream more than once.
If he got that far with Yvonne he was sure she wouldn’t regret it but his great fear was that he would leave her disappointed with his natural appearance, she might have a more refined palette.
He wanted to fulfil his hope of soon reaching a level of intimacy with the not unattractive divorcée Yvonne Maher.
Yvonne had been having much the same internal discussion as she stood before her own mirror the only difference was that she had been doing it for three hours longer.
Her body was in quite good shape she hadn’t given birth or had a hysterectomy so her body had not reached the level of decline that some of her contemporary’s had.
Plus she had been put through a long intimate summer workout by the gardening Estate Agent which had kept her well limbered up.
Finally she deemed herself satisfied with the final look, she just hoped it would suffice for him.
She had high hopes of Tom Haggerty, she was hopeful he might fill the hole in her life.
She sniggered at the thought of him filling her hole as she dressed in her most flattering silk undergarments complete with stockings and suspenders.
Yvonne had spent five hours getting ready which involved applying endless lotions, potions, creams and balms as well as expensive underwear.
And all the time she was dressing she was imagining Tom undressing her.
And when she looked at the final result of her efforts in the mirror she had no doubts at that moment she would get Tom into the bedroom but with everything removed she was worried he might not want to go back for seconds.
(Part 03)
The date went very well, dinner at the Brown Windsor in Shallowfield and then back to Yvonne’s for coffee.
The kiss came while they waited for the kettle to boil and the moment their lips met Tom was more concerned about bringing Yvonne to the boil.
They were both strangely nervous so Yvonne went upstairs on her own to prepare herself and Tom followed ten minutes later and undressed quickly on the landing.
He slipped silently into the semi darkness of the room and she was already in bed and he quickly joined her.
Yvonne turned onto her side as he got in and they cuddled up face to face, as his hands caressed her he found she was naked but for her lace topped stockings, and he liked that very much.
They kissed then in the semi darkness and Yvonne signalled her intent when she took hold of his cock.
The kiss grew with intensity as Toms hands sort out first her plump breast and then her welcoming lips which opened like the petals of a flower and he frigged at her wetness as she continued to play with his shaft until he rolled her onto her back.
As he climbed on board her thighs parted obligingly and she gripped his cock once moor only this time she guided it between her eager lips and he slowly slid into her.
Yvonne held her breath momentarily at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth as she received all of him.
She writhed beneath him and moaned softly as her stocking clad thighs gripped him then she squirmed as she reached that ecstatic point, the breathless hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
Tom looked down on her as she softly moaned and writhed as she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that briefly preceded his own climax.
“That’s more like it” Tom said to himself as he withdrew from her and she let out a sigh.
And as they lay cuddling in the afterglow Yvonne thought to herself
“That was very acceptable”
They had made love for the first time, and that was the difference, making love was so much nicer than just having sex.
There may not have been any risk of being orgasmed to the point of unconsciousness by Tom but nonetheless the whole evening, particularly the last part of it was
“Very acceptable indeed”
At the same time Tom was thinking that while Yvonne may not have been as agile, pliable or have the same stamina as a woman half her age, like Bendy Wendy, but Yvonne was just what he was looking for.
And as they lay breathless in the darkness they had the most banal and trivial conversations into the small hours and when they had finished instead of making love again they just cuddled up and went to sleep.
There would be plenty of time for more love making and many other interesting conversations.
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