(Part 01)
Alison Holmes 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 in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty 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.
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.
Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal but she was a nice girl.
She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.
Alison didn’t have a boyfriend and everyone falsely assumed because of her germaphobia that she wouldn’t have sex because it was all a bit messy.
But in truth she had more sex the the other three put together, which was saying something as Amy was quite slutty, monogamous but slutty.
Alison liked sex in fact she really liked sex and subsequently was certainly the most promiscuous of the four house mates.
She just had two rules which were unnegotiable, firstly she insisted that the man had to shower first and she had to shower as soon as possible afterwards.
Also contrary to popular belief she didn’t mind oral sex, but she would only give head if the recipient wore two condoms.
Even with those stipulations she still got well and truly seen to on a regular basis and Alisons most regular partner she met by chance and he met her criteria quite serendipidously.
Her most regular partner, Eric Jespersen, she met by chance after bumping into him in the park one night and they ended up bumping uglies up against an old oak tree.
Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and so he met Alisons criteria however serendipidously.
It turned out to be the first of many such encounters and one of their favourite venues was the Leisure Centre Swimming pool.
Though the first occasion happened again quite by chance.
Eric was a regular swimmer and he was at the pool almost every day but for Alison it was a rarity as she wasn’t really sure how hygienic a public pool could be.
Nonetheless they met after his swim by chance and had sex in the cubicle and after that they became regulars.
(Part 02)
For Alison’s 20th birthday Eric took her to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and she was in paradise, there were so many ways to get clean and equally as many places to get dirty and for three days they were never dry especially not Alison.
But that momentous weekend became a turning point in their relationship firstly because it was during that weekend that their regular series of casual sexual encounters had turned into a relationship and pure lust turned to true love, and because of that they became regular guests at the spa.
Most of their time was spent in the water in some shape or form or in the steam rooms and then they would make love.
“Do you want a massage before we go up?” Eric said as he exited the pool.
“No” she replied not wanting someone else’s hands on her
“Are you sure?” Eric said
“I’d like a sauna though” she said
“Ok” he replied
“You could do it” Alison said as they sat in the sauna
“Do what darling?”
“A Massage” she replied
“You can do me if you like”
“Ok” he agreed
“Lie down on the bed while I warm the oil” Eric instructed and as he watched Alison she let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor and then she slipped her costume off her shoulders and brazenly let the front fall away exposing her small breasts with their aroused pink nipples.
Alison completed her undress and stood before him, her white flesh, clean, fresh and flushed slightly pink after their sauna and Eric’s eyes fell upon her treasures, the cute breasts and the shock of bush forming the delightful hairy triangle.
Eventually after having tantalized Eric, Alison climbed onto the bed and lay face down on the towel Eric had prepared and with a throbbing in his pants Eric applied the oil and began to rub it into her pale skin
“That feels nice” she said
“Only nice?” he asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”
“Hmmm” she responded as he applied more pressure
“That’s with my special ingredient” he said
“Hmmm” she responded again as he worked the muscles in her thighs. “What’s that then?”
“Love” Eric replied
“You realise you might just get lucky for that” she said
“Good” he said and kneaded her plump little buttocks and slid his thumbs downward
“Oh God” Alison moaned as his thumbs massaged her labia before his fingers parted her lips and she gasped
“Ooooh you’re definitely getting lucky” she moaned
Eric pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moistness and Alison responded vociferously as she let out a series of low muffled moans as his fingers worked at her.
He then pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and she squirmed in response to his touch.
He bent her right leg at the knee which rolled her hips slightly and then he climbed on the bed with her.
As he lay between her legs she raised herself up on one elbow and looked around at him pleadingly so he kissed her hot mouth and cupped her breast and penetrated her tenderly.
“Oh Eric” she said
Sunday 4 June 2017
Friday 2 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (129) The Full Medical
(Part 01)
Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.
He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.
His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.
The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.
And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.
And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.
So when Linda had to go to Milton Keynes for a three day training course he was in seventh heaven or at least he would be when he got inside Celeste’s heavenly body, and the added spice was that he was going to do it in the bed she shared with her girlfriend Linda.
However there was a fly in the ointment in the shape of a critically ill patient which meant Celeste was called away to attend.
“This is not how I envisaged spending the evening” he muttered to himself as he waited for her call.
“I’m so knackered” She said when she finally returned to the surgery just after nine.
“Let me pour you a drink” he suggested as he was not prepared to accept tiredness as an excuse to prevent him from getting his end away.
“That will be lovely darling” she said
After another one or two she was suitably revived and Nigel said.
“I think I should drive you home”
“Are you going to be a gentleman” she asked
“No chance” he replied
“Good” Celeste said, “I’m really horny”
By the time he got her to the house the simmering fire in her loins had reached boiling point.
Celeste fumbled at the lock with the key so Nigel took it from her and that was the cue for Celeste to start rubbing the bulge in his trousers and as soon as he had the door open she pushed him through it and had him pinned against the wall and her eager whisky flavoured tongue invaded his mouth.
(Part 02)
“Let’s go into my consulting room” she purred and kicked off her shoes and headed up the stairs and he followed on some way behind so he could admire her ample buttocks rearranging themselves deliciously beneath her tweed skirt.
When he reach the door to her bedroom she was waiting for him and had already shed her skirt and jacket.
“What kept you?” she said closing the door
“Sorry Doctor” he said eyeing her up and down “Am I late for my medical?”
“Never mind that let’s get started and check your blood pressure” she said undoing his trousers with great manual dexterity and tugging his erection from the confines of his pants.
“Are you sure that you’re a proper doctor?” he said, “I don’t think that’s the way to check my blood pressure”
“Trust me I’m a professional” She said and started tugging on his shaft “you’re in safe hands”
“Whatever you say doc” he answered and kissed her.
She had his trousers and pants at half-mast and when Celeste let go of his cock she pushed him sharply backwards onto the bed and then she instantly jumped on top of him.
“Now we need to increase your heart rate,” she said in a very lascivious manner and as she had him pinned to the bed he watched as she slowly unbuttoned her white silk blouse and when she opened the two halves it revealed her black silk teddy in all its glory.
“Wow” he said and he realised when he was giving her whisky and believed he was seducing her she was actually seducing him and she was wearing the garb to do it.
As she slipped the blouse off her shoulders his hands settled on her thighs and traversed the sheer surface slowly and as his palms reached the lacy stocking top she threw the unwanted blouse aside.
Nigel’s hands then extended until his thumbs passed inside the silk until he felt her whiskers and she giggled.
He began un-popping her crotch and when he detected the silk was damp on the outer surface and sticky on the inner he was really turned on.
The moment the final popper succumbed Celeste pulled the Teddy off over her head and Nigel was mesmerised by the bounce of her tits.
Once her Teddy was off she cast it aside and then she casually stroked his shaft before she wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted herself onto him and as she had got his cock so hard and her pussy was so creamily wet it took only one attempt for her pussy to engulf him.
“So far, so good” she exclaimed as he gripped onto her buttocks as she rose and fell on his shaft.
She kissed him briefly, and snorted like an old mare as she upped the tempo and Celeste tongued his ear instead of kissing him and he could feel her breath on his skin as he absorbed her course rasping breaths.
She pushed herself up and with her hands on his chest and she moaned loudly in self-satisfied receipt of each length she took from him and Nigel took his chance to grope her bulbous breasts and toyed with her great pink teats.
But all too soon Celeste had him pinned down again as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck once more as she expertly rode him and he gripped her cheeks firmly as her moans grew louder as she raced towards orgasm.
And she drove on through gritted teeth, panting hoarsely in his ear as she was desperately close to the abyss and then with an animal cry she yelped out in orgasm and she milked him of every drop of his seed.
Panting hard they stayed locked in passions embrace for some time, until Celeste broke the silence
“I think” she panted, “You’re in pretty good shape” and then Celeste laughed lustily.
Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.
He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.
His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.
The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.
And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.
And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.
So when Linda had to go to Milton Keynes for a three day training course he was in seventh heaven or at least he would be when he got inside Celeste’s heavenly body, and the added spice was that he was going to do it in the bed she shared with her girlfriend Linda.
However there was a fly in the ointment in the shape of a critically ill patient which meant Celeste was called away to attend.
“This is not how I envisaged spending the evening” he muttered to himself as he waited for her call.
“I’m so knackered” She said when she finally returned to the surgery just after nine.
“Let me pour you a drink” he suggested as he was not prepared to accept tiredness as an excuse to prevent him from getting his end away.
“That will be lovely darling” she said
After another one or two she was suitably revived and Nigel said.
“I think I should drive you home”
“Are you going to be a gentleman” she asked
“No chance” he replied
“Good” Celeste said, “I’m really horny”
By the time he got her to the house the simmering fire in her loins had reached boiling point.
Celeste fumbled at the lock with the key so Nigel took it from her and that was the cue for Celeste to start rubbing the bulge in his trousers and as soon as he had the door open she pushed him through it and had him pinned against the wall and her eager whisky flavoured tongue invaded his mouth.
(Part 02)
“Let’s go into my consulting room” she purred and kicked off her shoes and headed up the stairs and he followed on some way behind so he could admire her ample buttocks rearranging themselves deliciously beneath her tweed skirt.
When he reach the door to her bedroom she was waiting for him and had already shed her skirt and jacket.
“What kept you?” she said closing the door
“Sorry Doctor” he said eyeing her up and down “Am I late for my medical?”
“Never mind that let’s get started and check your blood pressure” she said undoing his trousers with great manual dexterity and tugging his erection from the confines of his pants.
“Are you sure that you’re a proper doctor?” he said, “I don’t think that’s the way to check my blood pressure”
“Trust me I’m a professional” She said and started tugging on his shaft “you’re in safe hands”
“Whatever you say doc” he answered and kissed her.
She had his trousers and pants at half-mast and when Celeste let go of his cock she pushed him sharply backwards onto the bed and then she instantly jumped on top of him.
“Now we need to increase your heart rate,” she said in a very lascivious manner and as she had him pinned to the bed he watched as she slowly unbuttoned her white silk blouse and when she opened the two halves it revealed her black silk teddy in all its glory.
“Wow” he said and he realised when he was giving her whisky and believed he was seducing her she was actually seducing him and she was wearing the garb to do it.
As she slipped the blouse off her shoulders his hands settled on her thighs and traversed the sheer surface slowly and as his palms reached the lacy stocking top she threw the unwanted blouse aside.
Nigel’s hands then extended until his thumbs passed inside the silk until he felt her whiskers and she giggled.
He began un-popping her crotch and when he detected the silk was damp on the outer surface and sticky on the inner he was really turned on.
The moment the final popper succumbed Celeste pulled the Teddy off over her head and Nigel was mesmerised by the bounce of her tits.
Once her Teddy was off she cast it aside and then she casually stroked his shaft before she wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted herself onto him and as she had got his cock so hard and her pussy was so creamily wet it took only one attempt for her pussy to engulf him.
“So far, so good” she exclaimed as he gripped onto her buttocks as she rose and fell on his shaft.
She kissed him briefly, and snorted like an old mare as she upped the tempo and Celeste tongued his ear instead of kissing him and he could feel her breath on his skin as he absorbed her course rasping breaths.
She pushed herself up and with her hands on his chest and she moaned loudly in self-satisfied receipt of each length she took from him and Nigel took his chance to grope her bulbous breasts and toyed with her great pink teats.
But all too soon Celeste had him pinned down again as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck once more as she expertly rode him and he gripped her cheeks firmly as her moans grew louder as she raced towards orgasm.
And she drove on through gritted teeth, panting hoarsely in his ear as she was desperately close to the abyss and then with an animal cry she yelped out in orgasm and she milked him of every drop of his seed.
Panting hard they stayed locked in passions embrace for some time, until Celeste broke the silence
“I think” she panted, “You’re in pretty good shape” and then Celeste laughed lustily.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (128) Fumbling in the Dark
It was in a caravan in Sharpinghead one long hot summer that Paul and Mara lay safe in the darkness as modesty abates and their inhibitions melt away into the night.
Soft lip touches lip as hot mouths engage and inquisitive tongues employ and passion grows.
Eager trembling hands explore eager young flesh in clumsy groping as they cling together beneath the covers.
Writhing in unison, moaning, panting, gasping, the language of lust spoken fluently in licentious converse until the immodest cacophony peaks to imminent crescendo with uncontrollable desire, and the throb and ache of want for that final urgent coupling as they feed in their gluttonous sweaty consumption as they attain their base and primitive satisfaction.
Soft lip touches lip as hot mouths engage and inquisitive tongues employ and passion grows.
Eager trembling hands explore eager young flesh in clumsy groping as they cling together beneath the covers.
Writhing in unison, moaning, panting, gasping, the language of lust spoken fluently in licentious converse until the immodest cacophony peaks to imminent crescendo with uncontrollable desire, and the throb and ache of want for that final urgent coupling as they feed in their gluttonous sweaty consumption as they attain their base and primitive satisfaction.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (127) Playing Around
(Part 01)
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 sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened.
Paul Galasso was playing a round of Golf at Forest Ridge, although in truth it was just a ruse, he would tee off at the appropriate time and play the first three holes and then meet Antonia in the woods for a kiss and a cuddle and if he was lucky into her house for some choice sex, and as he was walking down the fairway he saw her standing there just beyond the treeline.
Antonia was a very attractive woman, but apart from the fact she was beautiful, sexy and breathtakingly sensual what set his heart racing was the fact that he loved her.
It was a pleasant morning; warmer than it had been the previous few days, but as those few days were actually very cool that wasn’t really saying much.
But the skies were predominantly blue, for the time being, with only broken cloud but the forecast had mentioned the possibility of thunder later in the day.
The wind had a slight chill to it but was fairly light and so wasn’t expected to affect anyone’s scorecards too much and he was expecting a pleasant round.
Considering the morning’s bright weather the course was very quiet when he teed off at 8.30 with no one waiting behind him and a couple of twosomes were at least a three or four of holes ahead he assumed that the majority had been put off by the mention of thunder.
As he approached, Antonia herself was looking lovely,
“When didn’t she?” he thought to himself, and he smiled when he noticed her ensemble.
She was wearing a grey flat cap with her shortish blonde hair scraped into a pony tail sticking out the back.
But it was the rest of her outfit that made him smile, it was as ever all matching and perfectly co-ordinated.
In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
(Part 02)
In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, Her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
“Why are you dressed like that?” he asked
“I’m blending in” she said “after all, who would look twice at another Golfer on a Golf course”
“I can see you have given it some thought, but you would look a little more inconspicuous if you had a golf clubs, or a club” he pointed out
“Good point” she considered
They had gone deep enough into the wood at that point so as not to be visible and he kissed her.
The early sun and blue skies had quickly been swallowed up by a blanket of grey cloud, and that cloud had since darkened and was then distinctly inky, and distant rumbles of thunder could be heard and it began to rain.
A fact that they were oblivious to as they continued to kiss.
“I suppose going back to yours is out of the question” he said hopefully
“I’m afraid so” she said “the engineer is serving the boiler”
“That’s precisely what I had in mind” he said
“Cheeky sod” she retorted but smiled
Which was the moment the heavens opened,
“Go on Toni” he said “make a dash for it”
“No” she said and hugged him “I want to stay here with you”
“Ok” he said “but we need to move”
“God its savage” she said as they withdrew deeper into the trees and they ran from cover to cover finishing up beneath the shelter of an old oak tree.
For a few moments they stood watching the rain fall like stair rods hammering into the ground as thunder rumbled nearby
“Are you ok” he asked
“Yes” she said with a chuckle “a bit damp but fine”
It was at that moment that he became aware of just how damp she was, the front of her shirt was soaked and he could see one plump round breast surmounted by a well erect nipple pushing through the wet fabric.
Antonia noticed what was drawing his attention and covered it promptly with her cardigan.
“Paul!” She snapped “is that all you think about?”
She slapped him playfully and he just shrugged, after all it was difficult not to stare at her almost naked tit, as she had such beautiful titties.
“I don’t think you got me under here to keep my dry” she said “you’re more interested in getting me wet”
And then she reached up and kissed him gently in a long warm liquid kiss and then she broke away and smiled before kissing him again this time more urgently, more animal and while her tongue was engaged in his mouth her hand was inside his trousers groping his cock.
Which was when Paul joined in with relish and she responded in kind, while their tongues darted and probed into each other’s mouths their hands were busy elsewhere.
Antonia had completely extricated his throbbing tool from his slacks and pants leaving him bare arsed and highly aroused.
His hands in the meantime had unbuttoned her shirt and were attempting to gain access to her magnificent tits only to be thwarted by another layer of fabric belonging to an undergarment of an undetermined nature, which was thin and not unpleasant to the touch so he satisfied himself with groping her globes and teasing her nipples through the material.
(Part 03)
Antonia was stroking his shaft with her gloved hand which was strangely erotic and a tad too pleasurable at that juncture to continue too much longer so he slid his hands down to her waist and began yanking her skirt up one handful at a time until he was able to reach his hands inside it and get both of them on her gorgeous arse.
She relinquished her grip on his cock and her arms were around his neck as they continued to kiss, though less intensely.
He grabbed at her knickers and tried to pull them down but they resisted.
He correctly resolved that she was wearing a one piece number so as Antonia disengaged her mouth from his and burrowed her face in his neck instead and with the storm raging around them he slipped his thumbs inside her knicker legs and with his fingers tracing the shape of her buttocks they followed the lace trim slowly towards the gusset where one at a time, slowly and deliberately he un popped the poppers and the last one was greeted with a great booming clap of thunder and a purring sigh from Toni, and with the liberated flesh at his disposal Pauls hands groped greedily at her meaty well defined cheeks.
And as she nuzzled his neck, Paul’s hands traversed her landscape until one hand paused on her soft belly poised to descend and as if to hasten its arrival Toni began nibbling at his collar bone, neck, earlobe, and then her tongue was in his ear.
Antonia trembled as his fingers crossed the threshold and drifted through her corn coloured bush.
She stopped licking his ear and gulped then a finger entered her well lathered creamy gash and she murmured loudly in his ear and then wriggled and squirmed as he frigged her pussy.
As he continued, her moaning was in rhythm to his until she climaxed.
Paul took a firm hold of rump and hoisted her up to his level.
“oh yes please” she said dreamily and kissed him as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and slid down his shaft, letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as the velvet juice of her pussy immersed his throbbing cock as she moaned audibly with pleasure.
Lightning flashed as he pushed her back against the oak and thunder accompanied their performance.
Antonia’s gloved hand gripped a low bough while her right forearm braced her weight on his shoulder enabling her to be less passive and share some of the work load until her body shuddered and in a panting moaning frenzy she screamed loudly into the storm.
They stayed motionless against the tree holding onto the moment until they kissed and she sighed as he slowly withdrew from her and lowered her to the ground.
After a prolonged hug they redressed themselves, Antonia went behind a tree to adjust her undercarriage.
Paul always thought that kind of shyness was nice, keeping something private, then he heard her having a pee, something he always found strangely arousing.
Toni emerged from behind the tree as perfect in appearance as she had been before he shagged her against a tree.
“Are you ok?” he asked
“Oh yes” she said very definitely and smiled coyly
“What a silly question”
“There is something though” she said
“What’s that?” he replied
“This” she said and planted a kiss on his lips
“Now” Antonia said “I have to go”
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 sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened.
Paul Galasso was playing a round of Golf at Forest Ridge, although in truth it was just a ruse, he would tee off at the appropriate time and play the first three holes and then meet Antonia in the woods for a kiss and a cuddle and if he was lucky into her house for some choice sex, and as he was walking down the fairway he saw her standing there just beyond the treeline.
Antonia was a very attractive woman, but apart from the fact she was beautiful, sexy and breathtakingly sensual what set his heart racing was the fact that he loved her.
It was a pleasant morning; warmer than it had been the previous few days, but as those few days were actually very cool that wasn’t really saying much.
But the skies were predominantly blue, for the time being, with only broken cloud but the forecast had mentioned the possibility of thunder later in the day.
The wind had a slight chill to it but was fairly light and so wasn’t expected to affect anyone’s scorecards too much and he was expecting a pleasant round.
Considering the morning’s bright weather the course was very quiet when he teed off at 8.30 with no one waiting behind him and a couple of twosomes were at least a three or four of holes ahead he assumed that the majority had been put off by the mention of thunder.
As he approached, Antonia herself was looking lovely,
“When didn’t she?” he thought to himself, and he smiled when he noticed her ensemble.
She was wearing a grey flat cap with her shortish blonde hair scraped into a pony tail sticking out the back.
But it was the rest of her outfit that made him smile, it was as ever all matching and perfectly co-ordinated.
In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
(Part 02)
In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, Her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
“Why are you dressed like that?” he asked
“I’m blending in” she said “after all, who would look twice at another Golfer on a Golf course”
“I can see you have given it some thought, but you would look a little more inconspicuous if you had a golf clubs, or a club” he pointed out
“Good point” she considered
They had gone deep enough into the wood at that point so as not to be visible and he kissed her.
The early sun and blue skies had quickly been swallowed up by a blanket of grey cloud, and that cloud had since darkened and was then distinctly inky, and distant rumbles of thunder could be heard and it began to rain.
A fact that they were oblivious to as they continued to kiss.
“I suppose going back to yours is out of the question” he said hopefully
“I’m afraid so” she said “the engineer is serving the boiler”
“That’s precisely what I had in mind” he said
“Cheeky sod” she retorted but smiled
Which was the moment the heavens opened,
“Go on Toni” he said “make a dash for it”
“No” she said and hugged him “I want to stay here with you”
“Ok” he said “but we need to move”
“God its savage” she said as they withdrew deeper into the trees and they ran from cover to cover finishing up beneath the shelter of an old oak tree.
For a few moments they stood watching the rain fall like stair rods hammering into the ground as thunder rumbled nearby
“Are you ok” he asked
“Yes” she said with a chuckle “a bit damp but fine”
It was at that moment that he became aware of just how damp she was, the front of her shirt was soaked and he could see one plump round breast surmounted by a well erect nipple pushing through the wet fabric.
Antonia noticed what was drawing his attention and covered it promptly with her cardigan.
“Paul!” She snapped “is that all you think about?”
She slapped him playfully and he just shrugged, after all it was difficult not to stare at her almost naked tit, as she had such beautiful titties.
“I don’t think you got me under here to keep my dry” she said “you’re more interested in getting me wet”
And then she reached up and kissed him gently in a long warm liquid kiss and then she broke away and smiled before kissing him again this time more urgently, more animal and while her tongue was engaged in his mouth her hand was inside his trousers groping his cock.
Which was when Paul joined in with relish and she responded in kind, while their tongues darted and probed into each other’s mouths their hands were busy elsewhere.
Antonia had completely extricated his throbbing tool from his slacks and pants leaving him bare arsed and highly aroused.
His hands in the meantime had unbuttoned her shirt and were attempting to gain access to her magnificent tits only to be thwarted by another layer of fabric belonging to an undergarment of an undetermined nature, which was thin and not unpleasant to the touch so he satisfied himself with groping her globes and teasing her nipples through the material.
(Part 03)
Antonia was stroking his shaft with her gloved hand which was strangely erotic and a tad too pleasurable at that juncture to continue too much longer so he slid his hands down to her waist and began yanking her skirt up one handful at a time until he was able to reach his hands inside it and get both of them on her gorgeous arse.
She relinquished her grip on his cock and her arms were around his neck as they continued to kiss, though less intensely.
He grabbed at her knickers and tried to pull them down but they resisted.
He correctly resolved that she was wearing a one piece number so as Antonia disengaged her mouth from his and burrowed her face in his neck instead and with the storm raging around them he slipped his thumbs inside her knicker legs and with his fingers tracing the shape of her buttocks they followed the lace trim slowly towards the gusset where one at a time, slowly and deliberately he un popped the poppers and the last one was greeted with a great booming clap of thunder and a purring sigh from Toni, and with the liberated flesh at his disposal Pauls hands groped greedily at her meaty well defined cheeks.
And as she nuzzled his neck, Paul’s hands traversed her landscape until one hand paused on her soft belly poised to descend and as if to hasten its arrival Toni began nibbling at his collar bone, neck, earlobe, and then her tongue was in his ear.
Antonia trembled as his fingers crossed the threshold and drifted through her corn coloured bush.
She stopped licking his ear and gulped then a finger entered her well lathered creamy gash and she murmured loudly in his ear and then wriggled and squirmed as he frigged her pussy.
As he continued, her moaning was in rhythm to his until she climaxed.
Paul took a firm hold of rump and hoisted her up to his level.
“oh yes please” she said dreamily and kissed him as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and slid down his shaft, letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as the velvet juice of her pussy immersed his throbbing cock as she moaned audibly with pleasure.
Lightning flashed as he pushed her back against the oak and thunder accompanied their performance.
Antonia’s gloved hand gripped a low bough while her right forearm braced her weight on his shoulder enabling her to be less passive and share some of the work load until her body shuddered and in a panting moaning frenzy she screamed loudly into the storm.
They stayed motionless against the tree holding onto the moment until they kissed and she sighed as he slowly withdrew from her and lowered her to the ground.
After a prolonged hug they redressed themselves, Antonia went behind a tree to adjust her undercarriage.
Paul always thought that kind of shyness was nice, keeping something private, then he heard her having a pee, something he always found strangely arousing.
Toni emerged from behind the tree as perfect in appearance as she had been before he shagged her against a tree.
“Are you ok?” he asked
“Oh yes” she said very definitely and smiled coyly
“What a silly question”
“There is something though” she said
“What’s that?” he replied
“This” she said and planted a kiss on his lips
“Now” Antonia said “I have to go”
Thursday 1 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (126) The Summer Fête 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 afoul 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.
But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over.
And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.
But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.
Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlin’s holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.
Which was how they came to be in Mornington-By-Mere in the middle of July on the day of the Summer Fête.
As had been the long standing tradition the Fête was held in the Mornington Manor grounds and also in keeping with tradition it was extremely well attended, in fact it was heaving.
(Part 02)
In the week before the Fête Sara had been on her monthly and after the unwelcome visitor had departed she was as horny as all hell.
She had already fingered herself to culmination twice that morning, once in the shower while Gary was out at the car and a second time in the toilet at the garage while Gary was fuelling the car, but her efforts were to no avail in fact it hadn’t even dented her need.
Everything was exacerbating her craving, the sun through the windscreen, the country air, the smell of Gary’s cologne, even the music on the radio reminded her of times that she was shagged senseless.
Road signs to destinations where they had had sex, Sharpington, Dancingdean, Shallowfield and Teardrop Lake.
So when Gary parked the car in Mornington, he had barely applied the handbrake when Sara started nibbling his earlobe as her horniness took hold.
He had noticed she was a bit sulky since they left Maxlin’s and he had clearly established the reason for her ill humour, she was as frustrated as fuck.
“That’s the reason we’re here,” he said weakly
“But I’m so horny babe” she whined as she licked his ear like a Labrador.
“But…” he protested
“I’m not kidding” she said and lifted her skirt up so he could see the clearly visible wet patch on her pink panties.
“This isn’t the best place for that” he said but that was the sum total of his resistance as moments later he had her t-shirt up under Sara’s chin and was sucking on one of her rose pink nipples while his hand was going up her skirt and his finger explored the moistness of her minge.
However it all came to an abrupt end as a rather loud rotund family went past the car and bent one of the mirrors back.
Fortunately they were too busy feeding their faces to notice what was going on in Sara’s drawers.
But she quickly covered herself, conscious that she might be seen.
Spooked by the Golightly’s Sara said
“We need to find somewhere else and soon”
So as quickly as it was possible to do so, with a throbbing hard on in his trousers, he opened the driver’s door and ran around to the passenger side and watched through the glass as Sara removed her wet pants and then her bra, the later she did that thing that girls do went they pull it out through their sleeve, he liked that, it was like dirty magic.
Gary opened the passenger door and took the hand of his knickerless and braless girlfriend and said
“Let’s go and find somewhere to scratch that itch of yours”
“Oh God yes please” she pleaded
Unfortunately the Fête was so well attended it was difficult to imagine any scenario where he was going to get to use his scratcher.
All the stall were swarming with punters and all the tents and marquees were occupied.
So they thought they could chance their luck in the Manor itself, after all there were countless rooms in there for a quick shag, even a cupboard would have sufficed.
Unluckily however the house was off limits and there was security on every entrance.
(Part 03)
It was when they were on the way to check for a back way in to the Manor that Gary spotted the catering van parked about thirty yards from the house.
And as they passed by it he unceremoniously bundled her through the side door in amongst the empty wine glass boxes and then Gary climbed in after her and closed the door behind him.
Although taken by surprise it was with an excited giggle she stripped off her remaining clothes and set about releasing his swollen manhood from its confines.
Sara was kissing him urgently with her tongue darting in and out of his mouth while she tugged roughly on his engorged cock.
And with a grin spread wide across her face she settled back on a case of wine with her legs spread even wider and her lips open to her juicy pink quim and Gary fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while she grasped hold of his cock until she pushed his sticky fingers away from her dewy lips with one hand and pulled him into her with the other.
“This is how to scratch my itch” she said and moaned appreciatively.
At which point her legs locked around him and crossed at the ankles and she pulled him all the way in.
“Ohhhhh” she exclaimed as she received him.
And every subsequent stroke was similarly received and they had a great rhythm going, her legs still gripping him hard as he played with her tits while she uttered her delicious sounds and the van was rocking until Sara panted a few times through gritted teeth before she came so noisily that the volume of her climax was almost deafening in the confines of the van.
And when Gary withdrew she fell off the box which was no longer fit for purpose
“That was so good” said Sara who was in a sweating panting heap on the floor of the van and then she giggled.
They quickly redressed and Gary opened the door to check the coast was clear and then reached into the van and grabbed Sara’s hand and pulled her out before she had chance to get her shoes on.
“Come on” he shouted “we need to run”
As she was pulled from the van she glanced towards the house to see one of the security men running towards them shouting.
He had obviously been alerted by the rocking of the van and the volume of Sara Cumming.
Hand in hand they ran headlong across the grass towards the hubbub of the Fête, Gary carrying her handbag and she holding her shoes and they were laughing all the way.
Once lost in the crowd they relaxed and Gary said
“I’m starving, how about you?”
“Yes I want a hot dog” she said
“Haven’t you had enough sausage for one day?” he asked
“It’s not the quantity but the quality” she said aloofly
“You weren’t complaining about quality in the van” he said as he handed her a hot dog
“And it was ok, but this one has mustard on it” she said and took a big bite.
They wandered around the attractions for the next couple of hours and enjoyed the other entertainments on offer and then headed back toward the car.
“Let’s go for a walk in the woods” he suggested
“Ok just let me get my knickers from the car” Sara said
“You won’t be needing them for what I have in mind” he replied and held her hand
“Oh goody more sausage”
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 afoul 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.
But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over.
And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.
But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.
Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlin’s holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.
Which was how they came to be in Mornington-By-Mere in the middle of July on the day of the Summer Fête.
As had been the long standing tradition the Fête was held in the Mornington Manor grounds and also in keeping with tradition it was extremely well attended, in fact it was heaving.
(Part 02)
In the week before the Fête Sara had been on her monthly and after the unwelcome visitor had departed she was as horny as all hell.
She had already fingered herself to culmination twice that morning, once in the shower while Gary was out at the car and a second time in the toilet at the garage while Gary was fuelling the car, but her efforts were to no avail in fact it hadn’t even dented her need.
Everything was exacerbating her craving, the sun through the windscreen, the country air, the smell of Gary’s cologne, even the music on the radio reminded her of times that she was shagged senseless.
Road signs to destinations where they had had sex, Sharpington, Dancingdean, Shallowfield and Teardrop Lake.
So when Gary parked the car in Mornington, he had barely applied the handbrake when Sara started nibbling his earlobe as her horniness took hold.
He had noticed she was a bit sulky since they left Maxlin’s and he had clearly established the reason for her ill humour, she was as frustrated as fuck.
“That’s the reason we’re here,” he said weakly
“But I’m so horny babe” she whined as she licked his ear like a Labrador.
“But…” he protested
“I’m not kidding” she said and lifted her skirt up so he could see the clearly visible wet patch on her pink panties.
“This isn’t the best place for that” he said but that was the sum total of his resistance as moments later he had her t-shirt up under Sara’s chin and was sucking on one of her rose pink nipples while his hand was going up her skirt and his finger explored the moistness of her minge.
However it all came to an abrupt end as a rather loud rotund family went past the car and bent one of the mirrors back.
Fortunately they were too busy feeding their faces to notice what was going on in Sara’s drawers.
But she quickly covered herself, conscious that she might be seen.
Spooked by the Golightly’s Sara said
“We need to find somewhere else and soon”
So as quickly as it was possible to do so, with a throbbing hard on in his trousers, he opened the driver’s door and ran around to the passenger side and watched through the glass as Sara removed her wet pants and then her bra, the later she did that thing that girls do went they pull it out through their sleeve, he liked that, it was like dirty magic.
Gary opened the passenger door and took the hand of his knickerless and braless girlfriend and said
“Let’s go and find somewhere to scratch that itch of yours”
“Oh God yes please” she pleaded
Unfortunately the Fête was so well attended it was difficult to imagine any scenario where he was going to get to use his scratcher.
All the stall were swarming with punters and all the tents and marquees were occupied.
So they thought they could chance their luck in the Manor itself, after all there were countless rooms in there for a quick shag, even a cupboard would have sufficed.
Unluckily however the house was off limits and there was security on every entrance.
(Part 03)
It was when they were on the way to check for a back way in to the Manor that Gary spotted the catering van parked about thirty yards from the house.
And as they passed by it he unceremoniously bundled her through the side door in amongst the empty wine glass boxes and then Gary climbed in after her and closed the door behind him.
Although taken by surprise it was with an excited giggle she stripped off her remaining clothes and set about releasing his swollen manhood from its confines.
Sara was kissing him urgently with her tongue darting in and out of his mouth while she tugged roughly on his engorged cock.
And with a grin spread wide across her face she settled back on a case of wine with her legs spread even wider and her lips open to her juicy pink quim and Gary fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while she grasped hold of his cock until she pushed his sticky fingers away from her dewy lips with one hand and pulled him into her with the other.
“This is how to scratch my itch” she said and moaned appreciatively.
At which point her legs locked around him and crossed at the ankles and she pulled him all the way in.
“Ohhhhh” she exclaimed as she received him.
And every subsequent stroke was similarly received and they had a great rhythm going, her legs still gripping him hard as he played with her tits while she uttered her delicious sounds and the van was rocking until Sara panted a few times through gritted teeth before she came so noisily that the volume of her climax was almost deafening in the confines of the van.
And when Gary withdrew she fell off the box which was no longer fit for purpose
“That was so good” said Sara who was in a sweating panting heap on the floor of the van and then she giggled.
They quickly redressed and Gary opened the door to check the coast was clear and then reached into the van and grabbed Sara’s hand and pulled her out before she had chance to get her shoes on.
“Come on” he shouted “we need to run”
As she was pulled from the van she glanced towards the house to see one of the security men running towards them shouting.
He had obviously been alerted by the rocking of the van and the volume of Sara Cumming.
Hand in hand they ran headlong across the grass towards the hubbub of the Fête, Gary carrying her handbag and she holding her shoes and they were laughing all the way.
Once lost in the crowd they relaxed and Gary said
“I’m starving, how about you?”
“Yes I want a hot dog” she said
“Haven’t you had enough sausage for one day?” he asked
“It’s not the quantity but the quality” she said aloofly
“You weren’t complaining about quality in the van” he said as he handed her a hot dog
“And it was ok, but this one has mustard on it” she said and took a big bite.
They wandered around the attractions for the next couple of hours and enjoyed the other entertainments on offer and then headed back toward the car.
“Let’s go for a walk in the woods” he suggested
“Ok just let me get my knickers from the car” Sara said
“You won’t be needing them for what I have in mind” he replied and held her hand
“Oh goody more sausage”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (125) Sunburst Surprise
Danny Taylor had been doing a few bits of shopping and delivering Christmas cards around the village.
It was a cold and grey December day in Mornington and there was a biting wind that made his skin tingle and took his breath away.
But after all the errands were complete he headed towards The Old Mill Inn where he took refuge in the bar and made himself comfortable beside the fire where Danny prepared to get on the outside of a pint of Guinness and a large Jameson’s.
Danny’s eyes were drawn to the centre of the room where a striking strawberry blonde was sitting with her long slender legs crossed.
She had a pen in one hand and a large drink in the other and she was concentrating on something, that made her frown, a crossword clue or perhaps a Sudoku and her bottom lip pursed slightly downward almost like a wilting pink rose petal.
He noted that her eye kind of crinkled up and that combined with a slight inclination of her head and gave him the impression she was confused and he assumed her confusion was over what she was studying.
He took a sip of Guinness and then he noticed a flash of golden light in her hair as if her strawberry curls had ignited but it was lit by a shaft of sunlight which had burst through the grey December skies.
Danny realised the sun had made her squint and this in turn screwed up her nose and caused her to sneeze.
She sneezed quite indelicately and then again and again and this fit of sneezing had an added interest to him because apart from the obvious effects the shaft of sunlight had rendered her blouse quite transparent and each sneeze caused her breasts to rearrange themselves rather delightfully within her non-existent blouse and her sneezing fit had taken on a more sensual quality but alas all too soon the sneezing stopped.
But he was pleased to see that her breathing had not and he watched with fascination as with each subsequent breath she took, her breasts reshaped themselves inside her almost invisible bra.
And the bonus was that she was blissfully unaware that her blouse had become translucent.
Of course he should have done the gentlemanly thing and looked away or at the very least alerted her to her situation but in truth he was enjoying it too much.
Her sneezing fit had obviously dislocated her breasts in their cups and so she made some corrections to her bra as each adjustment she made to her straps served to more sharply define her assets on display.
But alas all good things must come to an end and thanks to a thoughtless cloud the shaft of sunlight was snuffed out and the show was over.
It had been a most pleasant respite and had warmed Danny up more than the Jameson’s had, studying her most wondrous topography and he thought it was amazing how the little things in life, not that they were small by any measure, but little things can brighten up the dullest of winter days and it may have been an un-gentlemanly thing to do, ungallant he supposed not to have averted his gaze.
But the rogue inside him thought she only had herself to blame for going out on a cold and grey December day without wearing a vest.
But after the surprising show he was left with a feeling of guilt and arousal although in truth it was mainly arousal.
After she had finished rearranging her chest she turned her attention back to what he now believed to be a crossword and the frown returned to her face.
“Are you stuck?” he asked
“I’m afraid so” she replied
“Do you mind if I have a look?” he asked
“After all I’ve had a good look elsewhere” he thought
“Would you mind” she replied and walked over to his table.
She sat down next to him and they spent a pleasant hour completing the crossword and another one after that just talking but all the while the image of her sunlit form filled his head.
He was fortunate enough later that afternoon to see them again but not on that occasion in the light of a random sunburst, but lit by the firelight glow as they made love on the hearth rug.
It was a cold and grey December day in Mornington and there was a biting wind that made his skin tingle and took his breath away.
But after all the errands were complete he headed towards The Old Mill Inn where he took refuge in the bar and made himself comfortable beside the fire where Danny prepared to get on the outside of a pint of Guinness and a large Jameson’s.
Danny’s eyes were drawn to the centre of the room where a striking strawberry blonde was sitting with her long slender legs crossed.
She had a pen in one hand and a large drink in the other and she was concentrating on something, that made her frown, a crossword clue or perhaps a Sudoku and her bottom lip pursed slightly downward almost like a wilting pink rose petal.
He noted that her eye kind of crinkled up and that combined with a slight inclination of her head and gave him the impression she was confused and he assumed her confusion was over what she was studying.
He took a sip of Guinness and then he noticed a flash of golden light in her hair as if her strawberry curls had ignited but it was lit by a shaft of sunlight which had burst through the grey December skies.
Danny realised the sun had made her squint and this in turn screwed up her nose and caused her to sneeze.
She sneezed quite indelicately and then again and again and this fit of sneezing had an added interest to him because apart from the obvious effects the shaft of sunlight had rendered her blouse quite transparent and each sneeze caused her breasts to rearrange themselves rather delightfully within her non-existent blouse and her sneezing fit had taken on a more sensual quality but alas all too soon the sneezing stopped.
But he was pleased to see that her breathing had not and he watched with fascination as with each subsequent breath she took, her breasts reshaped themselves inside her almost invisible bra.
And the bonus was that she was blissfully unaware that her blouse had become translucent.
Of course he should have done the gentlemanly thing and looked away or at the very least alerted her to her situation but in truth he was enjoying it too much.
Her sneezing fit had obviously dislocated her breasts in their cups and so she made some corrections to her bra as each adjustment she made to her straps served to more sharply define her assets on display.
But alas all good things must come to an end and thanks to a thoughtless cloud the shaft of sunlight was snuffed out and the show was over.
It had been a most pleasant respite and had warmed Danny up more than the Jameson’s had, studying her most wondrous topography and he thought it was amazing how the little things in life, not that they were small by any measure, but little things can brighten up the dullest of winter days and it may have been an un-gentlemanly thing to do, ungallant he supposed not to have averted his gaze.
But the rogue inside him thought she only had herself to blame for going out on a cold and grey December day without wearing a vest.
But after the surprising show he was left with a feeling of guilt and arousal although in truth it was mainly arousal.
After she had finished rearranging her chest she turned her attention back to what he now believed to be a crossword and the frown returned to her face.
“Are you stuck?” he asked
“I’m afraid so” she replied
“Do you mind if I have a look?” he asked
“After all I’ve had a good look elsewhere” he thought
“Would you mind” she replied and walked over to his table.
She sat down next to him and they spent a pleasant hour completing the crossword and another one after that just talking but all the while the image of her sunlit form filled his head.
He was fortunate enough later that afternoon to see them again but not on that occasion in the light of a random sunburst, but lit by the firelight glow as they made love on the hearth rug.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (124) The Prudish Miss Kirby
(Part 01)
Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.
Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.
Her once black hair was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise as the “Mallen streak”.
She was always smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.
She was well-liked and respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.
That was due in part to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights kind of woman.
Even people from the village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.
But as more than one man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden delights.
The other thing that tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.
Which was why when a new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia was as always the obvious choice.
Being single and living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of impropriety.
So that was how it came about that the new curate, 34 year old Colin Ash, came to be knocking on Virginia’s front door one cold winters evening.
“Mrs Kirby?” he asked as she opened the door
She gave the curate an appraising glance, he was tall and lean with curly mousy hair and blue eyes and a nervous smile.
“Miss” she replied, and there was a moment’s hesitation as he digested the information that she was unmarried but on looking her up and down he felt all was in order.
“I’m Colin Ash” he said “the new curate, I’ve come to look at the room”
(Part 02)
“Miss” she replied, and there was a moment’s hesitation as he digested the information that she was unmarried but on looking her up and down he felt all was in order.
“I’m Colin Ash” he said “the new curate, I’ve come to look at the room”
“Yes do come in Colin” she said amiably “I’m all ready for you”
“Thank you” he said and stepped into the hall
“Go up” she urged “There are two room available you can have first choice”
“Excellent” he said
Colin started up the stairs and Virginia followed
“Nice arse” she thought to herself and then said
“Turn left at the top of the stairs and it’s in front of you”
He followed her instructions and walked into the first of the two vacant rooms which turned out to be the only one he got to see, because no sooner had he stepped into the room than Virginia shoved him firmly from behind in the direction of the bed where he finished up prostate.
Virginia Kirby was quite small and slim, much smaller than Colin, but surprisingly strong.
Virginia then jumped on top of him and kissed him full on the lips and inserted her tongue quite expertly into his mouth and before Colin knew what he was doing he was kissing her back.
“Damn” he thought “she’s good kisser”
While their tongues were busily engaged in oral exploration Virginia, with a certain degree of skill subtly unzipped his fly and pulled out the Curates stiffening cock through the opening.
And in her hand it went from stiffening to bone hard in seconds and she disengaged her mouth from his and transferred its allegiance and she went to work on his cock with the same level of expertise she had shown at kissing.
The supposedly prudish Miss Kirby was giving great head.
“Oh Virginia” he uttered as she worked diligently on him.
It was at that moment that she stopped because she was ready for action.
Virginia stood up and yanked his trousers and pants down then she knelt on the floor and removed his socks.
Colin sat up and ended up with one leg either side of the kneeling Virginia and as he removed his shirt she took his cock in her mouth again which was toe curling-ly divine.
But it was his turn to call a halt to the oral proceedings and she slurped loudly as he pulled her off his cock and she had to wipe her mouth on the sleeve of her twin set.
“Your turn” he said so she stood up and quickly fumbled for the zip on her dress, once located and unzipped the whole thing slipped easily over her frame and fell effortlessly to the floor and he gasped when he saw she was completely naked but for stockings and suspenders.
When she saw his reaction she said
“I told you I was all ready for you”
(Part 03)
He gasped when he saw she was completely naked but for stockings and suspenders.
When she saw his reaction she said
“I told you I was all ready for you”
She stepped forward and bent down to kiss him and reached down and began tugging on his shaft again.
Colin meanwhile grasped her tidy buttocks and then propelled her onto the bed and crawled on the bed next to her and they kissed again his hands moved quickly to her breasts, which were small and firm with nipples as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.
But his hands were destined for elsewhere and as one fondled a succulent cheek the other worked its way teasingly to her generous thicket and then he slipped two clerical fingers between her juicy lips and as he felt the creamy wetness between his fingers he thought back to the jibes about her being a dried up old spinster, if they only knew just how wet she was at that moment they would have changed their tune.
Virginia was kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose as he fingered her and at the optimum moment having made her gasp out her orgasm he removed his fingers from her honeyed lips and prepared to mount her and she spread herself wide to oblige him and he slid into her.
Virginia received his offering with a deep throated moan and wrapped herself around him like a cloak pulling him deeper into her and he went at her vigorously and she growled out contented moans to his rhythmic penetrations, until in the final crescendo she screamed out a filthy roar.
Still entwined and panting loudly, she made several long pleasurable and languorous sighs and asked.
“Is the room to your liking?”
“Oh yes this will do very nicely” he replied and kissed her neck.
As Virginia and Colin lay silently in the afterglow she wore a look of smug satisfaction on her face and Colin thought how when he had knocked on the door he had no idea that he was about to be ensnared in a passionate trap in Virginia’s spare room, but now he could look forward to employing his off duty time from St Marys pleasuring a middle aged spinster or more precisely being pleasured by a middle aged spinster.
Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.
Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.
Her once black hair was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise as the “Mallen streak”.
She was always smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.
She was well-liked and respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.
That was due in part to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights kind of woman.
Even people from the village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.
But as more than one man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden delights.
The other thing that tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.
Which was why when a new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia was as always the obvious choice.
Being single and living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of impropriety.
So that was how it came about that the new curate, 34 year old Colin Ash, came to be knocking on Virginia’s front door one cold winters evening.
“Mrs Kirby?” he asked as she opened the door
She gave the curate an appraising glance, he was tall and lean with curly mousy hair and blue eyes and a nervous smile.
“Miss” she replied, and there was a moment’s hesitation as he digested the information that she was unmarried but on looking her up and down he felt all was in order.
“I’m Colin Ash” he said “the new curate, I’ve come to look at the room”
(Part 02)
“Miss” she replied, and there was a moment’s hesitation as he digested the information that she was unmarried but on looking her up and down he felt all was in order.
“I’m Colin Ash” he said “the new curate, I’ve come to look at the room”
“Yes do come in Colin” she said amiably “I’m all ready for you”
“Thank you” he said and stepped into the hall
“Go up” she urged “There are two room available you can have first choice”
“Excellent” he said
Colin started up the stairs and Virginia followed
“Nice arse” she thought to herself and then said
“Turn left at the top of the stairs and it’s in front of you”
He followed her instructions and walked into the first of the two vacant rooms which turned out to be the only one he got to see, because no sooner had he stepped into the room than Virginia shoved him firmly from behind in the direction of the bed where he finished up prostate.
Virginia Kirby was quite small and slim, much smaller than Colin, but surprisingly strong.
Virginia then jumped on top of him and kissed him full on the lips and inserted her tongue quite expertly into his mouth and before Colin knew what he was doing he was kissing her back.
“Damn” he thought “she’s good kisser”
While their tongues were busily engaged in oral exploration Virginia, with a certain degree of skill subtly unzipped his fly and pulled out the Curates stiffening cock through the opening.
And in her hand it went from stiffening to bone hard in seconds and she disengaged her mouth from his and transferred its allegiance and she went to work on his cock with the same level of expertise she had shown at kissing.
The supposedly prudish Miss Kirby was giving great head.
“Oh Virginia” he uttered as she worked diligently on him.
It was at that moment that she stopped because she was ready for action.
Virginia stood up and yanked his trousers and pants down then she knelt on the floor and removed his socks.
Colin sat up and ended up with one leg either side of the kneeling Virginia and as he removed his shirt she took his cock in her mouth again which was toe curling-ly divine.
But it was his turn to call a halt to the oral proceedings and she slurped loudly as he pulled her off his cock and she had to wipe her mouth on the sleeve of her twin set.
“Your turn” he said so she stood up and quickly fumbled for the zip on her dress, once located and unzipped the whole thing slipped easily over her frame and fell effortlessly to the floor and he gasped when he saw she was completely naked but for stockings and suspenders.
When she saw his reaction she said
“I told you I was all ready for you”
(Part 03)
He gasped when he saw she was completely naked but for stockings and suspenders.
When she saw his reaction she said
“I told you I was all ready for you”
She stepped forward and bent down to kiss him and reached down and began tugging on his shaft again.
Colin meanwhile grasped her tidy buttocks and then propelled her onto the bed and crawled on the bed next to her and they kissed again his hands moved quickly to her breasts, which were small and firm with nipples as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.
But his hands were destined for elsewhere and as one fondled a succulent cheek the other worked its way teasingly to her generous thicket and then he slipped two clerical fingers between her juicy lips and as he felt the creamy wetness between his fingers he thought back to the jibes about her being a dried up old spinster, if they only knew just how wet she was at that moment they would have changed their tune.
Virginia was kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose as he fingered her and at the optimum moment having made her gasp out her orgasm he removed his fingers from her honeyed lips and prepared to mount her and she spread herself wide to oblige him and he slid into her.
Virginia received his offering with a deep throated moan and wrapped herself around him like a cloak pulling him deeper into her and he went at her vigorously and she growled out contented moans to his rhythmic penetrations, until in the final crescendo she screamed out a filthy roar.
Still entwined and panting loudly, she made several long pleasurable and languorous sighs and asked.
“Is the room to your liking?”
“Oh yes this will do very nicely” he replied and kissed her neck.
As Virginia and Colin lay silently in the afterglow she wore a look of smug satisfaction on her face and Colin thought how when he had knocked on the door he had no idea that he was about to be ensnared in a passionate trap in Virginia’s spare room, but now he could look forward to employing his off duty time from St Marys pleasuring a middle aged spinster or more precisely being pleasured by a middle aged spinster.
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