(Part 01)
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
But despite Gary’s predilection for shagging anything with a pulse he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side and it was becoming a popular venue for functions.
His father was particularly pleased with him, there had been no reported scandals and he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel, and so he invited him up to London for the weekend for a celebratory meal but as he was conscious that his success was due more to Blaire Parrott’s efforts than his own so he dragged her along as well.
As they drove along the Pepperstock Expressway he said
“I don’t think we should do any of the fuck buddy stuff this weekend”
“I agree” she said
“Good”
“Besides I was hoping to do better” she said and they both laughed
They spent a fairly uneventful day together and the meal went without a hitch however afterwards there earlier pledge made in the cold light of day and complete sobriety seemed unlikely to hold and was made problematic because by midnight Blaire was very well oiled with the best part of a bottle of wine and the simmering fire in her loins had reached boiling point.
So as they stood by the lift Blaire and Gary looked at each other in despair.
“I think I should escort you to your room Ms Parrott” he suggested gallantly
“Oh Goody” Blaire whispered, “I’m horny”
“How horny exactly?” he asked
“You’ll find out as soon as we get upstairs” Blaire slurred and pressed floor 9, then Gary pressed 3, which was the floor they actually wanted.
(Part 02)
The doors closed just in time to prevent a rather oily looking man in an expensive suit from joining them, and the moment the doors closed Blaire pinned him in the corner and thrust her tongue in his mouth.
Then with a “ping” the door opened again to reveal an elderly couple, so Blaire resumed her position beside him and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.
The couple entered the lift and stood in front of them as the doors closed again.
This was the cue for Blaire to start rubbing the bulge in his trousers as the lift slowly ascended continuing its journey first to the 9th floor then back down to 3, by which time his cock was straining to escape.
When they had exited the lift he walked as quickly as the swelling in his pants would allow, which was actually very slowly where as his horny assistant manager was streets ahead of him.
So after what seemed like an age he reached her room, Blaire was already inside and when he closed the door she emerged from the bathroom as good as naked.
Most of her clothes were strewn about the floor the only thing she still had on was a cardigan not quite long enough to conceal her bush.
Her breasts were just about covered and her erect nipples and a single button appeared to be the only things holding the garment in place.
“What kept you?” she said closing the distance between them.
“I’m Sorry” he said eyeing her up and down “Am I too late for room service?”
“Never mind, let’s get started and get you checked in” she said undoing his trousers with great manual dexterity and tugging his old chap from the confines of his pants.
“Are you sure that you’re a proper hotelier?” he said, “I don’t think that’s in the manual”
“Trust me I’m a professional” She said and started tugging on his shaft “you’re in safe hands”
“Whatever you say Miss” he answered and kissed her as all the while she was slowly manoeuvring him backwards.
He couldn’t go fast, firstly because he was going backwards and secondly with his trousers at half-mast he could only shuffle.
Gary then felt something pressing against his calves and Blaire let go of his cock and pushed him sharply backwards.
To his great relief he landed on the sofa and Blaire was instantly astride him.
“Now we need to make you comfortable,” she said in a very lascivious way and wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted herself onto him.
His cock was so hard and her pussy so wet and welcoming it took little more than Nano seconds for her cunny to completely engulf him.
“So far, so good” she exclaimed as he gripped onto her buttocks as she rose and fell on his shaft kissing briefly and she snorted through her nose as she upped the tempo.
When they stopped kissing and Blaire tongued his ear and he could feel her breath on his skin and hear her course rasping breaths as she moaned loudly in self-satisfied receipt of each length she took from him.
Blaire had him pinned down and her arms were still wrapped tightly around his neck as she expertly rode him.
And with her moans growing ever louder, as she raced towards orgasm, and they approached the summit she was tiring and so he had to maintain his hold on her arse in order to steady the ship.
She drove on through gritted teeth and her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and then with a yelp she cried out in orgasm and he came seconds’ later empting his aching sack into her cunny.
They stayed locked in passions embrace for some time, panting hard.
“I think” she panted, “You’re pretty well booked in now”
Then Blaire laughed lustily
Friday 26 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (106) The Christmas Gift
Claire Jarvis went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was the only child of well to do parents who divorced when she was seven and as a result she had been thoroughly spoilt and was given everything her heart desired except the one thing she craved the most in all the world, their love and as a result she withdrew into her own world.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted redhead, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl who like herself was a brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
But being in the close company of the three girls brought her out of herself and the friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Although Claire was the oldest of the four she actually looked the youngest by some distance.
Despite the fact that she had breasts of a mature woman she had a baby face but she was destined to bloom into a very beautiful woman.
However of all the girls Claire found herself drawn most to Carole Bean.
The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.
But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.
It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.
Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.
Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years and they had some very exciting experiences together one of which was particularly memorable and occurred at the house warming at the house they shared.
At the end of the year they found themselves alone in the rented house on Christmas Eve, they wanted to spend a whole day of their first Christmas together on their own, and they would travel back to the Vale early on Christmas Morning to spend Christmas with their families.
They were all packed for the next day apart from the presents which were still sitting underneath the tree, just to make the place more Christmassy.
And all that afternoon and most of the evening Claire was like a child.
“Can I open a present?” she asked Carole every ten minutes.
“Just one, please, please, please” she begged and after several hours of it, she was getting right on Carole’s tits to tell the truth.
She kept picking up the presents, shaking them, squeezing them, and even listening to them until finally Carole relented and as she headed upstairs to the loo she said.
“We can open one present each before we leave for midnight mass”
“Oh Goody” Claire squealed
When she came back down stairs she was expecting to find Claire waiting impatiently by the tree to open a present.
But instead she found her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper loosely draped about her body and she wasn’t wearing any knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
“You go first” she said
Once Carole had un-wrapped her present and thoroughly enjoyed the contents they were very nearly late for midnight mass.
She was the only child of well to do parents who divorced when she was seven and as a result she had been thoroughly spoilt and was given everything her heart desired except the one thing she craved the most in all the world, their love and as a result she withdrew into her own world.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted redhead, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl who like herself was a brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
But being in the close company of the three girls brought her out of herself and the friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Although Claire was the oldest of the four she actually looked the youngest by some distance.
Despite the fact that she had breasts of a mature woman she had a baby face but she was destined to bloom into a very beautiful woman.
However of all the girls Claire found herself drawn most to Carole Bean.
The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.
But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.
It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.
Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.
Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years and they had some very exciting experiences together one of which was particularly memorable and occurred at the house warming at the house they shared.
At the end of the year they found themselves alone in the rented house on Christmas Eve, they wanted to spend a whole day of their first Christmas together on their own, and they would travel back to the Vale early on Christmas Morning to spend Christmas with their families.
They were all packed for the next day apart from the presents which were still sitting underneath the tree, just to make the place more Christmassy.
And all that afternoon and most of the evening Claire was like a child.
“Can I open a present?” she asked Carole every ten minutes.
“Just one, please, please, please” she begged and after several hours of it, she was getting right on Carole’s tits to tell the truth.
She kept picking up the presents, shaking them, squeezing them, and even listening to them until finally Carole relented and as she headed upstairs to the loo she said.
“We can open one present each before we leave for midnight mass”
“Oh Goody” Claire squealed
When she came back down stairs she was expecting to find Claire waiting impatiently by the tree to open a present.
But instead she found her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper loosely draped about her body and she wasn’t wearing any knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
“You go first” she said
Once Carole had un-wrapped her present and thoroughly enjoyed the contents they were very nearly late for midnight mass.
Thursday 25 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (105) The Railway Adventure
(Part 01)
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
It was a frustrating day, rain and thunder took the woods out of play, a group of 50 scouts were monopolizing the assault course, and there was a guard by the disabled toilet, so they were facing a bunk up in a bunk bed, not particularly adventurous.
But Gary had an idea, as he often did, and Sara knew he did because he was wearing his dirty old man leer so she knew she was in for something even if she didn’t know where.
His idea was a train ride and they got the slow train from Sharping St Mary that looped around the Vale.
They sat in the main carriage as the train rattled its way through the countryside
“I think trains make me horny” Sara said quietly
“Everything makes you horny lately” he said
“I haven’t heard you complain” she pointed out
“I’m not complaining now” he said “let’s go and find somewhere to scratch your horny itch”
(Part 02)
They sat in the main carriage as the train rattled its way through the countryside
“I think trains make me horny” Sara said quietly
“Everything makes you horny lately” he said
“I haven’t heard you complain” she pointed out
“I’m not complaining now” he said “let’s go and find somewhere to scratch your horny itch”
He took her hand and they left the carriage quietly and made their way to one of the first class carriages.
They opened the door and drew the blinds on the corridor side and Gary thought it a perfect location with the Finchbottom Vale scenery passing by their scene of debauchery.
Sara clearly had a similar idea, as the moment the last blind was pulled down wriggled out of her skirt and was naked beneath it.
Gary stood briefly admiring her fluffy bush and asked
“When did you take your knickers off?”
“I didn’t put any on” she replied
“You dirty mare” he said impressed and then she pulled her top off over her head and he inched forward and ran his fingers through her lush growth.
“I think trains do make me horny” she said as he worked his fingers towards her minge.
“And like I said before, everything makes you horny” Gary said as his digits progressed through her damp whiskers and tentatively probed at her quim and she leant back against the window and while he kissed her he fingered her slippery slit.
“Mmmm” she moaned in his mouth and opened her thighs wider allowing him to slip two fingers into her creaminess.
And as he frigged her and Sara came loudly and she closed her thighs on his hand and held it there until he freed himself and maneuvered her to the seat where she climbed on to all fours and presented him with her pink moist blossom so he knelt behind Sara’s lovely naked body and slipped into her syrupy quim.
“Oh that feels so good Gary” Sara said “So hot and so dirty”
Sara had her face pressed against the glass admiring the quaint Finchbottom scenery as the train travelled through the Vale as he skewered her wriggling squirming form and her hot panting breath huffed up the glass as he brought her to juddering climax and Sara screamed, a second later he erupted inside her.
When he withdrew his sticky shaft from her quim she rolled onto her back and purred
“That was so good”
Fortunately they had finished their Adventurous shag in a timely fashion as a few minutes later as they were leaving the compartment the inspector was coming the other way and they both laughed.
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
It was a frustrating day, rain and thunder took the woods out of play, a group of 50 scouts were monopolizing the assault course, and there was a guard by the disabled toilet, so they were facing a bunk up in a bunk bed, not particularly adventurous.
But Gary had an idea, as he often did, and Sara knew he did because he was wearing his dirty old man leer so she knew she was in for something even if she didn’t know where.
His idea was a train ride and they got the slow train from Sharping St Mary that looped around the Vale.
They sat in the main carriage as the train rattled its way through the countryside
“I think trains make me horny” Sara said quietly
“Everything makes you horny lately” he said
“I haven’t heard you complain” she pointed out
“I’m not complaining now” he said “let’s go and find somewhere to scratch your horny itch”
(Part 02)
They sat in the main carriage as the train rattled its way through the countryside
“I think trains make me horny” Sara said quietly
“Everything makes you horny lately” he said
“I haven’t heard you complain” she pointed out
“I’m not complaining now” he said “let’s go and find somewhere to scratch your horny itch”
He took her hand and they left the carriage quietly and made their way to one of the first class carriages.
They opened the door and drew the blinds on the corridor side and Gary thought it a perfect location with the Finchbottom Vale scenery passing by their scene of debauchery.
Sara clearly had a similar idea, as the moment the last blind was pulled down wriggled out of her skirt and was naked beneath it.
Gary stood briefly admiring her fluffy bush and asked
“When did you take your knickers off?”
“I didn’t put any on” she replied
“You dirty mare” he said impressed and then she pulled her top off over her head and he inched forward and ran his fingers through her lush growth.
“I think trains do make me horny” she said as he worked his fingers towards her minge.
“And like I said before, everything makes you horny” Gary said as his digits progressed through her damp whiskers and tentatively probed at her quim and she leant back against the window and while he kissed her he fingered her slippery slit.
“Mmmm” she moaned in his mouth and opened her thighs wider allowing him to slip two fingers into her creaminess.
And as he frigged her and Sara came loudly and she closed her thighs on his hand and held it there until he freed himself and maneuvered her to the seat where she climbed on to all fours and presented him with her pink moist blossom so he knelt behind Sara’s lovely naked body and slipped into her syrupy quim.
“Oh that feels so good Gary” Sara said “So hot and so dirty”
Sara had her face pressed against the glass admiring the quaint Finchbottom scenery as the train travelled through the Vale as he skewered her wriggling squirming form and her hot panting breath huffed up the glass as he brought her to juddering climax and Sara screamed, a second later he erupted inside her.
When he withdrew his sticky shaft from her quim she rolled onto her back and purred
“That was so good”
Fortunately they had finished their Adventurous shag in a timely fashion as a few minutes later as they were leaving the compartment the inspector was coming the other way and they both laughed.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (104) The Girl with the Flaming Red Hair
John Coe had spent the day sailing on Teardrop Lake and as he approached the jetty he saw a figure standing there.
The first thing he noticed was the sun on her red hair turning it to a blazing fire as it tumbled down onto the white flesh of her shoulders.
The next thing to catch his eye were the pastel shades of her meagre top which struggled to contain the vibrancy of her wondrous breasts.
His eyes then moved on to her naked midriff which tantalized with a glint of sun on an adornment in her navel.
The waistband of her skirt, falsely named as it actually sat more factually on her hips, while the white cotton below encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs.
Gratifyingly, heaven sent a gust of summer breeze blowing off the lake lifting her skirt and allowing glimpses of her white thighs and pastel panties.
But as she walked along the jetty the sunlight behind her illuminated her form, more than hinting at the delights contained within the cotton of her skirt and his loins burned for her.
His thoughts about the girl with the flaming red hair had turned to a burning desire which he would soon quench in the coolness of the forest shade.
The first thing he noticed was the sun on her red hair turning it to a blazing fire as it tumbled down onto the white flesh of her shoulders.
The next thing to catch his eye were the pastel shades of her meagre top which struggled to contain the vibrancy of her wondrous breasts.
His eyes then moved on to her naked midriff which tantalized with a glint of sun on an adornment in her navel.
The waistband of her skirt, falsely named as it actually sat more factually on her hips, while the white cotton below encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs.
Gratifyingly, heaven sent a gust of summer breeze blowing off the lake lifting her skirt and allowing glimpses of her white thighs and pastel panties.
But as she walked along the jetty the sunlight behind her illuminated her form, more than hinting at the delights contained within the cotton of her skirt and his loins burned for her.
His thoughts about the girl with the flaming red hair had turned to a burning desire which he would soon quench in the coolness of the forest shade.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (103) Studying Poppy
(Part 01)
Colin Weeks was a farmer up at Woodside Farm between Sharping St Mary and Purplemere although to all intents and purposes it was no longer a farm because Colin weeks kept horses.
After he and his sister inherited the farm from their father they rented out the majority of the surrounding land to neighbouring farms which gave them a reasonable income and allowed them to indulge their passion, which was horses.
It wasn’t a big yard but it was a busy one as his older sister Lucy operated a riding school from the farm.
Colin was 27 years old and his life revolved around the farm and he rarely ventured into the real world.
He had everything he needed at Woodside and what he didn’t have he could order on the internet, well almost.
He had three permanent staff plus a number of after schoolers who helped out with grooming and mucking out, but the hardest worker he had by far was Poppy Garvey.
She lived in one of the converted outbuildings, which had a bedroom, a sitting room with a small kitchen area and a toilet and shower, it was only a small place but she loved it.
It was two years since she started working for him and from the very beginning she worked every hour God sent and she sucked up knowledge like a sponge and she became invaluable to him, on every level because it was also two years since he first decided she was cute and he had fallen in love with her.
He did nothing about his attraction to her because she was only 17 at the time and he was 25 but he fantasized about them being together and especially the things he wanted to do to her, but as time went by it got more difficult because they were now Employer and Employee,
He got to bed late after doing the accounts and subsequently slept late the next morning then after he showered he got downstairs and turned on the kitchen light, picked up the kettle and walked to the sink to fill it, but as he looked out through the rain spattered window he could see a figure moving about in the yard.
He could make out who it was immediately as it was impossible not to recognize the gawky gangling gait of Poppy Garvey.
He finished filling the kettle and put it back on the counter and flicked the switch.
Then he went to the back door and opened it.
“POPPY” he shouted
At first she carried on sweeping water away across the yard.
“POPPY” he shouted again and this time she stood up and looked in his direction and waved.
She looked like a drowned rat and her hair was plastered to her face and her short waterproof coat just served to divert the expelled water down to her dungarees, which were soaked up to the thighs.
“COME HERE” he called to her accompanied by a gesture.
She stopped what she was doing and trotted across the yard to the back door.
“Hi Colin” she said, her rain soaked face smiling, and then she shivered.
(Part 02)
“COME HERE” he called to her accompanied by a gesture.
She stopped what she was doing and trotted across the yard to the back door.
“Hi Colin” she said, her rain soaked face smiling, and then she shivered.
“Come inside, you’ll catch your death”
“Ok, have you got the kettle on?” She asked as she stepped onto the mat
“What on earth are you doing working in this weather?” he said crossly
“I can’t believe you’re working in this”
“That bloody drain is blocked again” Poppy said “we need to get them out again”
“So why didn’t you just call them, you silly girl?” he asked squeezing her dungarees until water dripped out.
“I didn’t want to water run into the stables” she replied
“Right get in there” he said and marched her into the utility “no more work today”
He then told her to get her coat and boots off and put them on the drainer then he opened the tumble dryer.
He took out the dry towels and a bathrobe that belonged to his sister Lucy which had already been washed and dried.
He handed Poppy the clean robe and said
“Take off everything you have on that’s wet, pants as well if necessary, and put them in the tumble dryer then put on the robe and come into the kitchen, ok?”
Poppy nodded and he went out and shut the door behind him and by the time she emerged from the utility he had made breakfast for them both.
After they had finished eating she said
“That was great thanks” and then she shivered
“No problem” he said and collected the plates
“I’m still worried about that drain though” Poppy said and shivered again
“Forget about the damn drain and go and have a shower and get warmed up, you must be chilled to the bone”
“Colin?” she began
“Yes”
“Would you mind very much if…?”
“If what?” he asked
“If I had a bath instead, I only have a shower and I only get a bath when I go home” she said
“Of course you can” he said and smiled and took her upstairs and showed her to the en suite bathroom in his bedroom, as it had a larger tub and would better accommodate her long gangly legs.
Colin then showed her where the bubble bath and lotions and potions were and he gave her some fresh towels and left her to it.
“Enjoy” he said, “Soak for as long as you like”
“Thanks Colin” she said “for everything”
“What do you mean?”
“Giving me this job and making me feel alive”
“I believed in you that was all” he said, “You did the rest”
He smiled and closed the door, what she didn’t realise was that his actions in helping her were driven by personal reasons, namely his love for her.
He paused outside the bathroom door and listened to her, and he would have loved to have undressed her, and bathed her, but he pushed the thoughts from his mind and went downstairs.
(Part 03)
Colin sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and staring out through the rain streaked window.
After about half an hour he went into the utility room and checked the contents of the tumble drier.
He had no idea what was in there as Poppy had already loaded it he merely switched it on.
So firstly he took everything out, socks (still a bit damp) dungarees (still wet) t-shirt (dry) Knickers, big and navy blue (dry) and a white bra.
He put the dungarees and socks back in and closed the door to finish them off and then he took the t-shirt and the big knickers into the lounge.
Colin had already put her wet boots and jacket by the wood burner to dry and they were steaming happily.
He then draped her t-shirt over the clothes horse in front of the stove, it was dry he just wanted her to be able to slip into something warm when she got out of the bath.
He then prepared to do the same thing with her pants but as he handled the big blue cotton knickers he got that tell-tale stirring,
Which he tried to disregard as he draped the big blue knickers on the dryer next to the t-shirt and went to his study.
It was about half an hour later when she finally came downstairs
“Colin” she called
“I’m in the study,” he answered
The door opened and her mousy mopped head appeared around the door, her face was all pink and shiny.
“I accidently dunked the bath robe in the bath” Poppy said with a giggle “so I borrowed one of your shirts, is that ok?”
She stepped from behind the door wearing one of his denim shirts like a dress, she had the sleeves rolled half way up her spindly arms and the shirt tails almost reached her knees, her legs and arms were also pink from her hot bath.
In his shirt she looked even more of a tomboy and with her damp pixie cut hair she looked quite delicious.
He tried to push thoughts of her pinkness from his mind with great difficulty.
“No problem” he said “It looks better on you than it does on me”
She blushed and then he realised he’d said it out loud
“Your t-shirt and panties are on the dryer in the lounge” he told her
“The rest is still in the dryer” and then inexplicably he said
“Big knickers? Very sexy”
She thought he was joking but Poppy’s pink cheeks went very red
“Big knickers are really comfortable for working in” she said before adding
“And there’s nothing sexy about me”
And then he found himself saying
“Everything about you is sexy”
“Don’t tease me” she said tearfully
“I’m not teasing”
“Don’t be cruel” she begged
“I have wanted you since the first day” he said
“You wanted me then?” she asked with disbelief
“Yes” he answered her truthfully
“I wanted you too, so why didn’t you tell me?” she asked
“Because I was 25 and you were only 17”
“So you didn’t want to take advantage of me because of my age?”
(Part 04)
“I wanted you too, so why didn’t you tell me?” she asked
“Because I was 25 and you were only 17”
“So you didn’t want to take advantage of me because of my age?”
“That’s right,” he answered truthfully again
“And not because I look funny?” she said
“I never though you looked funny” he said “I’ve always thought you were cute”
“I want you to take advantage of me” she announced and she kissed him on the mouth, at first he resisted but his doubts melted away and it was so nice, it was like tasting forbidden fruit and her gangly arms wrapped serpent like around his neck
After a minute or so he fondled at her breast through the denim of the shirt and so she adjusted her body position so he could get both of them in hand.
Then he undid a couple of poppers on his denim shirt and slid his hand inside and onto her soft belly, but impatiently he slid it up to cup her small pliant breast and toyed with her rapidly erecting nipple and the kissing became more intense so with his other hand he grabbed a handful of shirt and pulled it upwards until it was touching her firm round buttock and her breathing was deepening with every snorting exhale through her nose.
Colin’s hands moved around onto her hip, pausing briefly before descending through her thick mop of freshly bathed mousy pubic hair and impatiently between her tender lips and the moment his finger touched her pussy she broke away from his mouth and was moaning loudly in his ear as he stroked her through the juice.
Poppy desperately clung onto him as he fingered at her and then she lifted one leg off the floor as his attentions became more intense and with the knee bent she drew her long leg up until her thigh was almost perpendicular and he made her come.
And they stood there for a few moments a strange three legged beast and then she sat down on his desk and he sat in his chair.
“Let me make love to you Colin” she pleaded and then Poppy leant forward, pausing briefly, and allowing him to see her tits hanging loose inside the denim shirt and then she kissed him slow and tender.
He felt a tug about his waist as she attempted to undo the belt of his robe.
First pulling at the wrong loose end, she gave a little chuckle as she kissed him and then she yanked on the other end and he was undone.
She threw to one side, first one half of the robe and then the other until his cock was exposed.
Her small, slightly calloused hands were trembling as she tugged on it roughly and then Poppy sat back on the desk and admired her handiwork.
As she sat on his desk he stroked her outer thighs as he looked forward to her sliding onto his cock as he sat in his chair.
But at the point of potential penetration a look of doubtfulness crossed her face and she said
“I don’t know what to do”
(Part 05)
As she sat on his desk he stroked her outer thighs as he looked forward to her sliding onto his cock as he sat in his chair.
But at the point of potential penetration a look of doubtfulness crossed her face and she said
“I don’t know what to do”
He just squeezed her thighs and answered
“Don’t worry honey, we can stop, we don’t have to do this now there will be other times”
“No Colin, you don’t understand” Poppy said
“I want to do it, but I don’t know what to do”
“Is this your first time honey?”
She nodded shyly
“Good” he told her and she smiled
“You don’t mind?”
“I’m glad” he said truthfully
“Now I’ll show you what to do, ok?”
She nodded again more confidently this time.
He told her how and where to brace herself and lower herself onto him.
So she placed one hand on the desk and the other on the back of his chair and she was biting her lip and frowning a little with concentration as she lowered herself towards his waiting purple head and he gripped his shaft and held it steady.
Colin felt his helmet touching her creamy lips and Poppy's whole body trembled as her lips enveloped his knob and she grimaced as it entered her, then she stopped,
He still had one hand on his cock while the other was on her hip but there was panic on Poppy's face and she didn’t know what to do next.
“Ease yourself up honey” he said making eye contact “then down again slowly, only this time a little further and his right hand was now on her buttock, but she followed his instruction and down she came another inch and she let out a nervous laugh but her expression was less concerned
“And again Hon”
Up again and down, now she had another inch of him in her and this time no nervous laugh but a soft short moan instead.
Both hands were on the chair back now and both of his were on her arse, up again and down, another inch and a longer moan.
Poppy’s eyes were shut as she rose again and they opened wide as she slid all the way down his shaft and she moaned loudly at the deepest penetration and her gangly arms wrapped round his neck and she kissed him
“Good girl” he said
“You See, you could do it”
Poppy kissed his neck and began rising and falling on his shaft again and again until she jerked to a conclusion.
“Good girl” he told her kissing her shoulder
Poppy had made love to him and it was very nice but he hadn’t come yet and he had more to give her and he would because he could have her now.
“That was amazing Poppy” he lied
Poppy was very satisfied with her performance and her orgasm but she had no benchmark.
So popping her own cherry was only the beginning and he took her into the lounge and made her come again before she felt him explode inside her.
After that first delicious occasion when he sullied and soiled her he soaked in the tub with her before sullying her afresh before she had to go back to work the next morning.
Colin Weeks was a farmer up at Woodside Farm between Sharping St Mary and Purplemere although to all intents and purposes it was no longer a farm because Colin weeks kept horses.
After he and his sister inherited the farm from their father they rented out the majority of the surrounding land to neighbouring farms which gave them a reasonable income and allowed them to indulge their passion, which was horses.
It wasn’t a big yard but it was a busy one as his older sister Lucy operated a riding school from the farm.
Colin was 27 years old and his life revolved around the farm and he rarely ventured into the real world.
He had everything he needed at Woodside and what he didn’t have he could order on the internet, well almost.
He had three permanent staff plus a number of after schoolers who helped out with grooming and mucking out, but the hardest worker he had by far was Poppy Garvey.
She lived in one of the converted outbuildings, which had a bedroom, a sitting room with a small kitchen area and a toilet and shower, it was only a small place but she loved it.
It was two years since she started working for him and from the very beginning she worked every hour God sent and she sucked up knowledge like a sponge and she became invaluable to him, on every level because it was also two years since he first decided she was cute and he had fallen in love with her.
He did nothing about his attraction to her because she was only 17 at the time and he was 25 but he fantasized about them being together and especially the things he wanted to do to her, but as time went by it got more difficult because they were now Employer and Employee,
He got to bed late after doing the accounts and subsequently slept late the next morning then after he showered he got downstairs and turned on the kitchen light, picked up the kettle and walked to the sink to fill it, but as he looked out through the rain spattered window he could see a figure moving about in the yard.
He could make out who it was immediately as it was impossible not to recognize the gawky gangling gait of Poppy Garvey.
He finished filling the kettle and put it back on the counter and flicked the switch.
Then he went to the back door and opened it.
“POPPY” he shouted
At first she carried on sweeping water away across the yard.
“POPPY” he shouted again and this time she stood up and looked in his direction and waved.
She looked like a drowned rat and her hair was plastered to her face and her short waterproof coat just served to divert the expelled water down to her dungarees, which were soaked up to the thighs.
“COME HERE” he called to her accompanied by a gesture.
She stopped what she was doing and trotted across the yard to the back door.
“Hi Colin” she said, her rain soaked face smiling, and then she shivered.
(Part 02)
“COME HERE” he called to her accompanied by a gesture.
She stopped what she was doing and trotted across the yard to the back door.
“Hi Colin” she said, her rain soaked face smiling, and then she shivered.
“Come inside, you’ll catch your death”
“Ok, have you got the kettle on?” She asked as she stepped onto the mat
“What on earth are you doing working in this weather?” he said crossly
“I can’t believe you’re working in this”
“That bloody drain is blocked again” Poppy said “we need to get them out again”
“So why didn’t you just call them, you silly girl?” he asked squeezing her dungarees until water dripped out.
“I didn’t want to water run into the stables” she replied
“Right get in there” he said and marched her into the utility “no more work today”
He then told her to get her coat and boots off and put them on the drainer then he opened the tumble dryer.
He took out the dry towels and a bathrobe that belonged to his sister Lucy which had already been washed and dried.
He handed Poppy the clean robe and said
“Take off everything you have on that’s wet, pants as well if necessary, and put them in the tumble dryer then put on the robe and come into the kitchen, ok?”
Poppy nodded and he went out and shut the door behind him and by the time she emerged from the utility he had made breakfast for them both.
After they had finished eating she said
“That was great thanks” and then she shivered
“No problem” he said and collected the plates
“I’m still worried about that drain though” Poppy said and shivered again
“Forget about the damn drain and go and have a shower and get warmed up, you must be chilled to the bone”
“Colin?” she began
“Yes”
“Would you mind very much if…?”
“If what?” he asked
“If I had a bath instead, I only have a shower and I only get a bath when I go home” she said
“Of course you can” he said and smiled and took her upstairs and showed her to the en suite bathroom in his bedroom, as it had a larger tub and would better accommodate her long gangly legs.
Colin then showed her where the bubble bath and lotions and potions were and he gave her some fresh towels and left her to it.
“Enjoy” he said, “Soak for as long as you like”
“Thanks Colin” she said “for everything”
“What do you mean?”
“Giving me this job and making me feel alive”
“I believed in you that was all” he said, “You did the rest”
He smiled and closed the door, what she didn’t realise was that his actions in helping her were driven by personal reasons, namely his love for her.
He paused outside the bathroom door and listened to her, and he would have loved to have undressed her, and bathed her, but he pushed the thoughts from his mind and went downstairs.
(Part 03)
Colin sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and staring out through the rain streaked window.
After about half an hour he went into the utility room and checked the contents of the tumble drier.
He had no idea what was in there as Poppy had already loaded it he merely switched it on.
So firstly he took everything out, socks (still a bit damp) dungarees (still wet) t-shirt (dry) Knickers, big and navy blue (dry) and a white bra.
He put the dungarees and socks back in and closed the door to finish them off and then he took the t-shirt and the big knickers into the lounge.
Colin had already put her wet boots and jacket by the wood burner to dry and they were steaming happily.
He then draped her t-shirt over the clothes horse in front of the stove, it was dry he just wanted her to be able to slip into something warm when she got out of the bath.
He then prepared to do the same thing with her pants but as he handled the big blue cotton knickers he got that tell-tale stirring,
Which he tried to disregard as he draped the big blue knickers on the dryer next to the t-shirt and went to his study.
It was about half an hour later when she finally came downstairs
“Colin” she called
“I’m in the study,” he answered
The door opened and her mousy mopped head appeared around the door, her face was all pink and shiny.
“I accidently dunked the bath robe in the bath” Poppy said with a giggle “so I borrowed one of your shirts, is that ok?”
She stepped from behind the door wearing one of his denim shirts like a dress, she had the sleeves rolled half way up her spindly arms and the shirt tails almost reached her knees, her legs and arms were also pink from her hot bath.
In his shirt she looked even more of a tomboy and with her damp pixie cut hair she looked quite delicious.
He tried to push thoughts of her pinkness from his mind with great difficulty.
“No problem” he said “It looks better on you than it does on me”
She blushed and then he realised he’d said it out loud
“Your t-shirt and panties are on the dryer in the lounge” he told her
“The rest is still in the dryer” and then inexplicably he said
“Big knickers? Very sexy”
She thought he was joking but Poppy’s pink cheeks went very red
“Big knickers are really comfortable for working in” she said before adding
“And there’s nothing sexy about me”
And then he found himself saying
“Everything about you is sexy”
“Don’t tease me” she said tearfully
“I’m not teasing”
“Don’t be cruel” she begged
“I have wanted you since the first day” he said
“You wanted me then?” she asked with disbelief
“Yes” he answered her truthfully
“I wanted you too, so why didn’t you tell me?” she asked
“Because I was 25 and you were only 17”
“So you didn’t want to take advantage of me because of my age?”
(Part 04)
“I wanted you too, so why didn’t you tell me?” she asked
“Because I was 25 and you were only 17”
“So you didn’t want to take advantage of me because of my age?”
“That’s right,” he answered truthfully again
“And not because I look funny?” she said
“I never though you looked funny” he said “I’ve always thought you were cute”
“I want you to take advantage of me” she announced and she kissed him on the mouth, at first he resisted but his doubts melted away and it was so nice, it was like tasting forbidden fruit and her gangly arms wrapped serpent like around his neck
After a minute or so he fondled at her breast through the denim of the shirt and so she adjusted her body position so he could get both of them in hand.
Then he undid a couple of poppers on his denim shirt and slid his hand inside and onto her soft belly, but impatiently he slid it up to cup her small pliant breast and toyed with her rapidly erecting nipple and the kissing became more intense so with his other hand he grabbed a handful of shirt and pulled it upwards until it was touching her firm round buttock and her breathing was deepening with every snorting exhale through her nose.
Colin’s hands moved around onto her hip, pausing briefly before descending through her thick mop of freshly bathed mousy pubic hair and impatiently between her tender lips and the moment his finger touched her pussy she broke away from his mouth and was moaning loudly in his ear as he stroked her through the juice.
Poppy desperately clung onto him as he fingered at her and then she lifted one leg off the floor as his attentions became more intense and with the knee bent she drew her long leg up until her thigh was almost perpendicular and he made her come.
And they stood there for a few moments a strange three legged beast and then she sat down on his desk and he sat in his chair.
“Let me make love to you Colin” she pleaded and then Poppy leant forward, pausing briefly, and allowing him to see her tits hanging loose inside the denim shirt and then she kissed him slow and tender.
He felt a tug about his waist as she attempted to undo the belt of his robe.
First pulling at the wrong loose end, she gave a little chuckle as she kissed him and then she yanked on the other end and he was undone.
She threw to one side, first one half of the robe and then the other until his cock was exposed.
Her small, slightly calloused hands were trembling as she tugged on it roughly and then Poppy sat back on the desk and admired her handiwork.
As she sat on his desk he stroked her outer thighs as he looked forward to her sliding onto his cock as he sat in his chair.
But at the point of potential penetration a look of doubtfulness crossed her face and she said
“I don’t know what to do”
(Part 05)
As she sat on his desk he stroked her outer thighs as he looked forward to her sliding onto his cock as he sat in his chair.
But at the point of potential penetration a look of doubtfulness crossed her face and she said
“I don’t know what to do”
He just squeezed her thighs and answered
“Don’t worry honey, we can stop, we don’t have to do this now there will be other times”
“No Colin, you don’t understand” Poppy said
“I want to do it, but I don’t know what to do”
“Is this your first time honey?”
She nodded shyly
“Good” he told her and she smiled
“You don’t mind?”
“I’m glad” he said truthfully
“Now I’ll show you what to do, ok?”
She nodded again more confidently this time.
He told her how and where to brace herself and lower herself onto him.
So she placed one hand on the desk and the other on the back of his chair and she was biting her lip and frowning a little with concentration as she lowered herself towards his waiting purple head and he gripped his shaft and held it steady.
Colin felt his helmet touching her creamy lips and Poppy's whole body trembled as her lips enveloped his knob and she grimaced as it entered her, then she stopped,
He still had one hand on his cock while the other was on her hip but there was panic on Poppy's face and she didn’t know what to do next.
“Ease yourself up honey” he said making eye contact “then down again slowly, only this time a little further and his right hand was now on her buttock, but she followed his instruction and down she came another inch and she let out a nervous laugh but her expression was less concerned
“And again Hon”
Up again and down, now she had another inch of him in her and this time no nervous laugh but a soft short moan instead.
Both hands were on the chair back now and both of his were on her arse, up again and down, another inch and a longer moan.
Poppy’s eyes were shut as she rose again and they opened wide as she slid all the way down his shaft and she moaned loudly at the deepest penetration and her gangly arms wrapped round his neck and she kissed him
“Good girl” he said
“You See, you could do it”
Poppy kissed his neck and began rising and falling on his shaft again and again until she jerked to a conclusion.
“Good girl” he told her kissing her shoulder
Poppy had made love to him and it was very nice but he hadn’t come yet and he had more to give her and he would because he could have her now.
“That was amazing Poppy” he lied
Poppy was very satisfied with her performance and her orgasm but she had no benchmark.
So popping her own cherry was only the beginning and he took her into the lounge and made her come again before she felt him explode inside her.
After that first delicious occasion when he sullied and soiled her he soaked in the tub with her before sullying her afresh before she had to go back to work the next morning.
Wednesday 24 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (102) Fallen Angels
(Part 01)
Paul Freathy was 26 years old, single and lived alone in Dulcet St Mary.
He was a good man, very community spirited and did a lot of volunteer work.
Most of which was either directly or indirectly church related, soup kitchen, St Mary’s charity shop and the Roving Angels.
The Roving Angels had been in existence for about two years and was similar to the Street Angels, Street Pastors and other groups that had sprung up all across the UK in the previous 10 or 20 years and he was asked to join when they started up in Finchbottom and being community spirited he did.
The Roving Angels had made a really positive impact on crime and antisocial behaviour in Finchbottom town centre over their first two years particularly in the general vicinity of the bars and clubs.
They provide a calming presence on the streets late at night in situations where a police uniform might have the opposite effect.
In the two years since they began in the town, Roving Angels had contributed to a 29% fall in public place violence on the weekends.
Paul found it very rewarding but after one particular Roving Angels patrol his rewards were not related to his community spirit.
When on their last lap around the town centre of the midnight until one patrol he ran into Samantha Dornan, who was a couple of years younger than him, slim five foot four with long brown hair and hazel eyes, and his ex-girlfriend, his first girlfriend in fact.
And when he was 18 he took her virginity and she took his.
He really loved her but while he was away at University they drifted apart which he had always regretted because he still loved her.
She was slightly the worse for wear when he first came ran across her and even more so the second time when he was in his car on the way home, and as luck would have it, his route took him past the railway station and the taxi rank and as he reached the former he noticed Sam staggering towards the latter and more alarmingly just behind her was the small bunch of lads.
So he pulled up just ahead of her and wound down the window.
“Do you want a lift?” he called
On the journey home to the Dulcets Sam passed out so he took her back to his house and set about carrying the drunken Samantha into the house and took her straight up the stairs and deposited her on the spare bed.
Later that morning, just after eight am, when he was awakened by Sam crawling into bed next to him, fully dressed, before she cuddled up close.
“I’m sorry” she whispered
“What for?” he asked
“For being a drunken bum.” she said “and embarrassing myself”
“As long as you’ve learned a lesson,” he said sagely
“Am I forgiven then?” she asked
“Of course” he replied “but what about Bella?”
Bella was her best friend who she had fallen out with the night before.
“I phoned her already and I’m off to see her now to make things up”
Then she kissed him and crawled out of bed again and she was gone and he went back to sleep.
But when he woke up from a restful dream filled sleep to find Sam was riding him, completely naked wearing nothing but a smile, gripping the headboard and looking down on him with a lustily smug expression on her face.
And from that moment on they were a couple again and furthermore she signed up for Roving Angels.
(Part 02)
On their first deployment together he left his house Dulcet St Mary in his uniform and drove the short distant to Dulcet Green and picked up Sam, who he thought looked very cute in her shiny new uniform.
And thought back to the moment she first mentioned that she wanted help him with his voluntary work, including Roving Angels.
“Are you sure?” He asked
“Yes” she said “it’s important”
“I know it’s important but…” he began
“No I mean it’s important for “us”” Sam said
Paul didn’t say anything and wore a puzzled expression, so Sam continued.
“The reason we split up before was because we had separate lives, and we didn’t do enough together, I don’t want that to happen again”
So that was why she signed up for the Angels and he told her he loved her.
As it was her first time and Paul had been with the Angels since day one they were paired up and Paul and Sam went out together.
It was an uneventful patrol which allowed Paul to show her the boundaries of the patrol area and pointed out the potential hotspots for later, he also showed her all the CCTV camera locations and identified areas not covered and crucially the radio dead zones.
Their second patrol was a busy one as it was a warm night and the slappers were out in force and where there are slappers there are young men looking to shag them.
But a little after midnight, they ran into a slightly tipsy Owen just leaving the Pump Room, Owen was Paul usual team mate.
The Pump Room was a fashionable if rather overpriced pub with bouncers on the door though it wasn’t clear if they were there to keep people out or to keep the punters in.
“Give us a lollipop big boy,” Owen said
“I’ll give you a slap with a flip flop if you’re not careful” Paul replied
“That’s not the attitude” Owen said “and I was going to buy you a drink”
“I’m afraid I’m on duty sir” he replied
“I meant when you finish” he corrected me “you knob”
“Charming” he said
“We’re off to the Bell, meet us there when you’re finished” Owen added “both of you obviously”
“Ok, we might see you there” Paul said
As they were walking back to base they saw a most extraordinary sight on the other side of the road.
There was a girl squatting beside a parked car pissing against the hubcap, which to all intents and purposes sounded like it was being jet washed.
At the same time her friend, or at least Sam presumed she was a friend as they were engaged in conversation, was pissing like a horse against a shop door
But the most remarkable thing was that while this was all going on, a young man walked briskly down the path between them and said
“Alright girls?” as he high fived them both.
Sam was absolutely gobsmacked at what she was seeing.
But Paul, on seeing her reaction just laughed, he had seen it all before.
Paul and Sam finished their shift and returned to HQ at about quarter past one and the Debbie the supervisor said that as they had done two patrols they could call it a night, so after a little small talk they left.
Samantha’s first thought was to get home to Paul’s bed but Paul reminded her about the invite for a drink up at the Bell and she reluctantly agreed.
So they dumped their gear in the car and went off to meet Owen for a much-needed beer, but Sam still other ideas.
(Part 03)
Paul and Sam dumped their gear in the car and went off to meet Owen for a much-needed beer, but Sam still other ideas.
And it was when they were walking passed the library, holding hands and chatting, that she formulated her plan.
Just after the library they turned left by the art gallery and down an ally which led into a cobbled courtyard.
“What are we doing here?” he asked
But got no reply and then what happened next took him completely by surprise as she kissed him and pushed him back against a rather magnificent bronze statue and began unzipping his fly.
Paul pulled his mouth away from hers and said urgently
“We can’t do anything here”
“But you said there was no CCTV coverage here because it’s a blind spot” she said using his statement against him.
“I did say that didn’t I?” he said and kissed her and started to play with her nipples through the fabric of her top.
Samantha had meanwhile not only unzipped him but had tugged him through the opening.
So Paul slipped his hand beneath the hem of her skirt and inside her knickers, amongst her whiskers and then he pulled her knickers aside and probed between her lips, which creamed up instantly.
So much so that she was ready to go and gripping his shaft tightly she offered it to her moist lips.
So Paul span her around and pushed her against the bronze and as soon as he thrust into her she moaned in appreciation and wrapped herself around him like a vine as he took them powerfully to a hot gasping orgasm.
They stayed in that blissful position for about a minute panting hard until she finally said.
“I think I need to pee”
“Good, can I watch?” he asked
“No you can’t” she said as he lowered her to the ground and she ran behind the statue.
But Paul positioned himself where he could watch as, with her back flush against the wall she slid down the it and squatted with her knees at right angles making her look like a skinny Sumo wrestler and then she reached down her hand between her legs and pulled her white knickers aside revealing her curly whiskers and then she smiled as she released a jet of piss the like of which Paul had never seen before and he found it very arousing, and so much sexier than the two girls earlier.
But what made it all the more arousing was the fact that she knew he was watching and still didn’t stop until she had pushed out every last drop and with a smile she let out a long sigh.
She then pushed herself back up to a standing position and sighed again and adjusted her pants and walk towards where he was standing and he turned away and pretended he had not spied on her.
“We can go for that drink now” she said
He walked towards her and kissed her
“No I think I’d rather take you home to bed” he said
“I was hoping you’d say that” Sam said smugly
Paul Freathy was 26 years old, single and lived alone in Dulcet St Mary.
He was a good man, very community spirited and did a lot of volunteer work.
Most of which was either directly or indirectly church related, soup kitchen, St Mary’s charity shop and the Roving Angels.
The Roving Angels had been in existence for about two years and was similar to the Street Angels, Street Pastors and other groups that had sprung up all across the UK in the previous 10 or 20 years and he was asked to join when they started up in Finchbottom and being community spirited he did.
The Roving Angels had made a really positive impact on crime and antisocial behaviour in Finchbottom town centre over their first two years particularly in the general vicinity of the bars and clubs.
They provide a calming presence on the streets late at night in situations where a police uniform might have the opposite effect.
In the two years since they began in the town, Roving Angels had contributed to a 29% fall in public place violence on the weekends.
Paul found it very rewarding but after one particular Roving Angels patrol his rewards were not related to his community spirit.
When on their last lap around the town centre of the midnight until one patrol he ran into Samantha Dornan, who was a couple of years younger than him, slim five foot four with long brown hair and hazel eyes, and his ex-girlfriend, his first girlfriend in fact.
And when he was 18 he took her virginity and she took his.
He really loved her but while he was away at University they drifted apart which he had always regretted because he still loved her.
She was slightly the worse for wear when he first came ran across her and even more so the second time when he was in his car on the way home, and as luck would have it, his route took him past the railway station and the taxi rank and as he reached the former he noticed Sam staggering towards the latter and more alarmingly just behind her was the small bunch of lads.
So he pulled up just ahead of her and wound down the window.
“Do you want a lift?” he called
On the journey home to the Dulcets Sam passed out so he took her back to his house and set about carrying the drunken Samantha into the house and took her straight up the stairs and deposited her on the spare bed.
Later that morning, just after eight am, when he was awakened by Sam crawling into bed next to him, fully dressed, before she cuddled up close.
“I’m sorry” she whispered
“What for?” he asked
“For being a drunken bum.” she said “and embarrassing myself”
“As long as you’ve learned a lesson,” he said sagely
“Am I forgiven then?” she asked
“Of course” he replied “but what about Bella?”
Bella was her best friend who she had fallen out with the night before.
“I phoned her already and I’m off to see her now to make things up”
Then she kissed him and crawled out of bed again and she was gone and he went back to sleep.
But when he woke up from a restful dream filled sleep to find Sam was riding him, completely naked wearing nothing but a smile, gripping the headboard and looking down on him with a lustily smug expression on her face.
And from that moment on they were a couple again and furthermore she signed up for Roving Angels.
(Part 02)
On their first deployment together he left his house Dulcet St Mary in his uniform and drove the short distant to Dulcet Green and picked up Sam, who he thought looked very cute in her shiny new uniform.
And thought back to the moment she first mentioned that she wanted help him with his voluntary work, including Roving Angels.
“Are you sure?” He asked
“Yes” she said “it’s important”
“I know it’s important but…” he began
“No I mean it’s important for “us”” Sam said
Paul didn’t say anything and wore a puzzled expression, so Sam continued.
“The reason we split up before was because we had separate lives, and we didn’t do enough together, I don’t want that to happen again”
So that was why she signed up for the Angels and he told her he loved her.
As it was her first time and Paul had been with the Angels since day one they were paired up and Paul and Sam went out together.
It was an uneventful patrol which allowed Paul to show her the boundaries of the patrol area and pointed out the potential hotspots for later, he also showed her all the CCTV camera locations and identified areas not covered and crucially the radio dead zones.
Their second patrol was a busy one as it was a warm night and the slappers were out in force and where there are slappers there are young men looking to shag them.
But a little after midnight, they ran into a slightly tipsy Owen just leaving the Pump Room, Owen was Paul usual team mate.
The Pump Room was a fashionable if rather overpriced pub with bouncers on the door though it wasn’t clear if they were there to keep people out or to keep the punters in.
“Give us a lollipop big boy,” Owen said
“I’ll give you a slap with a flip flop if you’re not careful” Paul replied
“That’s not the attitude” Owen said “and I was going to buy you a drink”
“I’m afraid I’m on duty sir” he replied
“I meant when you finish” he corrected me “you knob”
“Charming” he said
“We’re off to the Bell, meet us there when you’re finished” Owen added “both of you obviously”
“Ok, we might see you there” Paul said
As they were walking back to base they saw a most extraordinary sight on the other side of the road.
There was a girl squatting beside a parked car pissing against the hubcap, which to all intents and purposes sounded like it was being jet washed.
At the same time her friend, or at least Sam presumed she was a friend as they were engaged in conversation, was pissing like a horse against a shop door
But the most remarkable thing was that while this was all going on, a young man walked briskly down the path between them and said
“Alright girls?” as he high fived them both.
Sam was absolutely gobsmacked at what she was seeing.
But Paul, on seeing her reaction just laughed, he had seen it all before.
Paul and Sam finished their shift and returned to HQ at about quarter past one and the Debbie the supervisor said that as they had done two patrols they could call it a night, so after a little small talk they left.
Samantha’s first thought was to get home to Paul’s bed but Paul reminded her about the invite for a drink up at the Bell and she reluctantly agreed.
So they dumped their gear in the car and went off to meet Owen for a much-needed beer, but Sam still other ideas.
(Part 03)
Paul and Sam dumped their gear in the car and went off to meet Owen for a much-needed beer, but Sam still other ideas.
And it was when they were walking passed the library, holding hands and chatting, that she formulated her plan.
Just after the library they turned left by the art gallery and down an ally which led into a cobbled courtyard.
“What are we doing here?” he asked
But got no reply and then what happened next took him completely by surprise as she kissed him and pushed him back against a rather magnificent bronze statue and began unzipping his fly.
Paul pulled his mouth away from hers and said urgently
“We can’t do anything here”
“But you said there was no CCTV coverage here because it’s a blind spot” she said using his statement against him.
“I did say that didn’t I?” he said and kissed her and started to play with her nipples through the fabric of her top.
Samantha had meanwhile not only unzipped him but had tugged him through the opening.
So Paul slipped his hand beneath the hem of her skirt and inside her knickers, amongst her whiskers and then he pulled her knickers aside and probed between her lips, which creamed up instantly.
So much so that she was ready to go and gripping his shaft tightly she offered it to her moist lips.
So Paul span her around and pushed her against the bronze and as soon as he thrust into her she moaned in appreciation and wrapped herself around him like a vine as he took them powerfully to a hot gasping orgasm.
They stayed in that blissful position for about a minute panting hard until she finally said.
“I think I need to pee”
“Good, can I watch?” he asked
“No you can’t” she said as he lowered her to the ground and she ran behind the statue.
But Paul positioned himself where he could watch as, with her back flush against the wall she slid down the it and squatted with her knees at right angles making her look like a skinny Sumo wrestler and then she reached down her hand between her legs and pulled her white knickers aside revealing her curly whiskers and then she smiled as she released a jet of piss the like of which Paul had never seen before and he found it very arousing, and so much sexier than the two girls earlier.
But what made it all the more arousing was the fact that she knew he was watching and still didn’t stop until she had pushed out every last drop and with a smile she let out a long sigh.
She then pushed herself back up to a standing position and sighed again and adjusted her pants and walk towards where he was standing and he turned away and pretended he had not spied on her.
“We can go for that drink now” she said
He walked towards her and kissed her
“No I think I’d rather take you home to bed” he said
“I was hoping you’d say that” Sam said smugly
Choice Tales from the Vale – (101) Early Rising
Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.
So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.
The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.
On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it.
But in the early hours of one Sunday morning he was violently shaken awake.
“You have to go,” Antonia said urgently
“What? When?” he said
“In about an hour” she replied, and giggled as she laced her fingers around his shaft.
“Now this is the kind of early morning call I like,” he said as she tugged on his cock and tongued his ear
Then in a trice Antonia was above him and rubbing her sticky heat against his awakening organ provocatively before she slowly slid down on him and like a whirlwind Antonia pumped herself on him again and again thrashing about above him like a ragdoll, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust.
One after another she satisfied herself on his rod, and all he could do was grab her arse and be mesmerised by her jiggling jugs.
Until her pumping action quickened and she came in a rousing crescendo and Antonia, panting hard collapsed on top of him, and panted contentedly
“Mmmmm” she exclaimed
“Another one for the bank?” he asked
“Ohhh yes” she said smugly
Antonia had woken him early in the morning so he could sneak out before the neighbours were up and about; but she decided to wake him extra early so she could have him before he left.
She left him in bed on that dark Sunday morning in March while she went and washed the lust from her gorgeous body.
Paul smiled to himself and slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom.
He could see Toni’s well-defined shape through the glass, and he was already aroused before he opened the door and joined her in the cubicle.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked
“I’m just making sure you don’t miss anything” he replied
“I don’t think anything will be missed darling” she said and kissed him as her soapy hand took hold of his shaft.
“In fact I think I’m probably going to get everything”
“Yes you are” he agreed
Afterwards she phoned her mum and said she was running late as something had come up and after a lingering goodbye kiss by the back door he walked home across the golf course in the half light.
So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.
The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.
On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it.
But in the early hours of one Sunday morning he was violently shaken awake.
“You have to go,” Antonia said urgently
“What? When?” he said
“In about an hour” she replied, and giggled as she laced her fingers around his shaft.
“Now this is the kind of early morning call I like,” he said as she tugged on his cock and tongued his ear
Then in a trice Antonia was above him and rubbing her sticky heat against his awakening organ provocatively before she slowly slid down on him and like a whirlwind Antonia pumped herself on him again and again thrashing about above him like a ragdoll, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust.
One after another she satisfied herself on his rod, and all he could do was grab her arse and be mesmerised by her jiggling jugs.
Until her pumping action quickened and she came in a rousing crescendo and Antonia, panting hard collapsed on top of him, and panted contentedly
“Mmmmm” she exclaimed
“Another one for the bank?” he asked
“Ohhh yes” she said smugly
Antonia had woken him early in the morning so he could sneak out before the neighbours were up and about; but she decided to wake him extra early so she could have him before he left.
She left him in bed on that dark Sunday morning in March while she went and washed the lust from her gorgeous body.
Paul smiled to himself and slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom.
He could see Toni’s well-defined shape through the glass, and he was already aroused before he opened the door and joined her in the cubicle.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked
“I’m just making sure you don’t miss anything” he replied
“I don’t think anything will be missed darling” she said and kissed him as her soapy hand took hold of his shaft.
“In fact I think I’m probably going to get everything”
“Yes you are” he agreed
Afterwards she phoned her mum and said she was running late as something had come up and after a lingering goodbye kiss by the back door he walked home across the golf course in the half light.
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