Tony Langford and Jayne Stanley were sitting in the latter’s mums kitchen and Jayne gave a quick glance around to make sure her mum wasn’t looking and then lent over and kissed him tenderly.
The reason why she didn’t want her mum to see was three fold, firstly she was only 16 while Tony was almost 20, secondly because they were cousins and thirdly because she had only just turned 16.
However old fashioned they might have been in their outlook her parents were very trusting that Jayne would abide by their wishes, Tony on the other hand was 19 years old and had a permanent erection and no conscience.
While her mum was out of the room Jayne stood up and firstly lifted her top up and flashed him her plump lace covered little tits at him and after her mum called her she stopped in the doorway.
“This should give you something to think about” She said and gave another quick glance around her and then lifted the front of her skirt up exposing her skimpy white knickers.
“Just a taster” Jayne said letting the skirt fall “before I take them off for you”
Tony’s cock was ready to burst out of his trousers.
When she returned she stood in the door way and began unbuttoning her shirt.
“I’m just popping to the shops” her mum called as the final button surrendered and the two halves of her shirt swung open to reveal her naked breasts
“Ok mum, see you later” and the moment the front door closed she was across the kitchen and her tongue was straight down his throat and she was using both of her hands to extricate his swollen cock from his trousers.
“Bloody hell Jayne” he said after breaking away from her mouth “What’s got into you?”
“You in a minute with any luck” She replied and kissed him hard on the mouth again
“Why now?” he asked escaping her lips again
“Because I’m so horny,” she said planting another kiss on his mouth,
“And where’s your bra” he asked indignantly
“In my bedroom” she answered curtly
“Bloody hell” he thought, he really fancied Jayne but when he went round to hers that morning he would have considered himself lucky to get a kiss, but here she was showing him her tits and tugging his cock from his trousers then she was on her knees on the kitchen floor and took him in her mouth, and he thought girls normally needed encouragement to do that.
Jayne had sucked him up good and proper but she didn’t want him to cum so she disengaged her mouth from his cock and she scrambled to her feet and after wiping her dribbling lips on her arm she kissed him again.
After a few moments of Tony not taking the initiative Jayne, who was by far the most experienced of the two of them having lost her virginity on her 13th birthday, stood up and wriggled out of her skirt
“Where are your knickers?” he asked “you had knickers on”
“They’re in the same place as my bra” she said shortly
“Come with me and we’ll go and find them” she suggested and laughed then she stopped laughing and took him by the hand
“Come on mum will be back soon” she added and led him upstairs to her bedroom were with a little encouragement she took his cherry.
It wasn’t the best sex she’d had but over the months she trained him well until he was a very decent fuck.
Sunday 2 July 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (265) Brotherly Lust
It was 1.00pm by the time Dave Collingridge got to his Brother Mick’s house.
They both lived in Middle Gracewood, a stone’s throw from Finchbottom.
Mick was almost 40 and was a successful Architect while Fireman Dave was 5 years younger, the same age as Mick’s wife Dianne.
There were two problems with the Collingridge family dynamic, firstly Mick was always away from home and the second was that Dave fancied the pants off his brother’s neglected wife.
He often popped round on his days off, and at Micks request he was expected to go round when he was away to give Di some company.
Well there was something he wanted to give Diane and it wasn’t just his company.
He got to the house just after lunch and he was fully expecting Mick to be there but on his arrival he was told he had been called to a meeting in Portsmouth.
Diane looked gorgeous in a yellow summer dress, he had always admired her figure especially as she had given birth to three children.
“Do you want a beer?” she asked
“Great” he replied
He perhaps shouldn’t have had one as he hadn’t eaten since 9 o’clock the night before but it was a hot day and he was thirsty and he had another one before Di brought him out a sandwich so he was a little light headed.
Which was probably why he allowed his desire for his sister in law to escape from the bottle as he began flirting with her and Diane played along and flirted back.
So he flirted even more and she responded in kind but neither of them expected things to go to another level.
And nobody was more surprised than David was when he found himself kissing her and she responded with vigour, in fact all at once Diane was all over him.
And he needed no encouragement whatsoever to start fumbling for her breasts through the yellow dress, a task made all the more enjoyable by the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Under any other circumstances he might have insisted on taking her indoors but it was a large secluded garden so he was more than happy to have her al fresco.
He pushed her back against the French door and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under her hem and then gripping the hem in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was then rucked up around her waist so he then turned his attention to her knickers, which he tugged off her plump buttocks and down her thighs and the Dave followed them down to her ankles so he could bury his face in her honey coloured muff.
He would have liked to have spent more time noshing on her pussy but his aching balls began to dictate events.
He stood up and kissed her and she could taste her tang on his tongue as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear as he released his cock from his trousers and then he reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up so her syrupy minge was at a height to receive him and once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot cunny
“Ohhhhh god” she uttered and she locked her legs around his middle and he banged her against the glass door.
He had one hand on her hip and with the other he gripped the door frame as he banged her again and again and her bum cheeks slapped against the glass like grateful applause, until Diane screamed out on the hot afternoon breeze
“OH GOD YES” she screamed and David emptied his sac into her, not for the last time that day.
They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.
“I’ve waited 8 years for that”
“Was it worth waiting for?” he asked as he lowered her to the floor
“Oh yes, very definitely”
“Good” he said “When do you need to get the kids from school?”
“In an hour” she replied as she bent down to pick her knickers up off patio
“Then don’t bother putting those back on”
“Why?” she asked and Dave said nothing and waited for the penny to drop
“Oh I see” she said and threw them onto the table which was incidentally the sight of their next instalment.
They both lived in Middle Gracewood, a stone’s throw from Finchbottom.
Mick was almost 40 and was a successful Architect while Fireman Dave was 5 years younger, the same age as Mick’s wife Dianne.
There were two problems with the Collingridge family dynamic, firstly Mick was always away from home and the second was that Dave fancied the pants off his brother’s neglected wife.
He often popped round on his days off, and at Micks request he was expected to go round when he was away to give Di some company.
Well there was something he wanted to give Diane and it wasn’t just his company.
He got to the house just after lunch and he was fully expecting Mick to be there but on his arrival he was told he had been called to a meeting in Portsmouth.
Diane looked gorgeous in a yellow summer dress, he had always admired her figure especially as she had given birth to three children.
“Do you want a beer?” she asked
“Great” he replied
He perhaps shouldn’t have had one as he hadn’t eaten since 9 o’clock the night before but it was a hot day and he was thirsty and he had another one before Di brought him out a sandwich so he was a little light headed.
Which was probably why he allowed his desire for his sister in law to escape from the bottle as he began flirting with her and Diane played along and flirted back.
So he flirted even more and she responded in kind but neither of them expected things to go to another level.
And nobody was more surprised than David was when he found himself kissing her and she responded with vigour, in fact all at once Diane was all over him.
And he needed no encouragement whatsoever to start fumbling for her breasts through the yellow dress, a task made all the more enjoyable by the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Under any other circumstances he might have insisted on taking her indoors but it was a large secluded garden so he was more than happy to have her al fresco.
He pushed her back against the French door and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under her hem and then gripping the hem in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was then rucked up around her waist so he then turned his attention to her knickers, which he tugged off her plump buttocks and down her thighs and the Dave followed them down to her ankles so he could bury his face in her honey coloured muff.
He would have liked to have spent more time noshing on her pussy but his aching balls began to dictate events.
He stood up and kissed her and she could taste her tang on his tongue as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear as he released his cock from his trousers and then he reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up so her syrupy minge was at a height to receive him and once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot cunny
“Ohhhhh god” she uttered and she locked her legs around his middle and he banged her against the glass door.
He had one hand on her hip and with the other he gripped the door frame as he banged her again and again and her bum cheeks slapped against the glass like grateful applause, until Diane screamed out on the hot afternoon breeze
“OH GOD YES” she screamed and David emptied his sac into her, not for the last time that day.
They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.
“I’ve waited 8 years for that”
“Was it worth waiting for?” he asked as he lowered her to the floor
“Oh yes, very definitely”
“Good” he said “When do you need to get the kids from school?”
“In an hour” she replied as she bent down to pick her knickers up off patio
“Then don’t bother putting those back on”
“Why?” she asked and Dave said nothing and waited for the penny to drop
“Oh I see” she said and threw them onto the table which was incidentally the sight of their next instalment.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (264) Breakfast Muffin
Molly Curtis was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she had a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Elliott, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.
When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved cock and cunny in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Paul Barker who was a renowned womaniser who had a big house in the village of Clarence a mile or so from Purplemere.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Paul put it about every bit as much as she did.
Another of her regular recipient of her not inconsiderable lust was paediatric registrar Polly Jones, a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes who was to all intents and purposes happily married to an oncologist, and she was happily married and had never been unfaithful to him with another man but other women were another matter and Molly was one of those lucky women.
The got together whenever they could, not as often as Molly would have liked but they made the most of it when they did.
They just had to be patient but for Molly that was sometimes easier said than done.
Polly was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier in fact, by a rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle filling probably.
She looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and it appeared she had an unexpected houseguest, she had no idea who it was and frankly it could have been anyone.
She knew who it wasn’t, her husband Derek, he was in Geneva for an Oncology seminar.
She was a bit miffed being woken up as she was having a delicious dream where she was being noshed off on the operating table by the theatre sister, so she got out of bed with sticky lips.
She threw on her robe and crept quietly downstairs but as she approached the kitchen Polly suddenly hesitated as she caught sight of Molly Curtis sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked and fingering herself.
She didn’t make her presence known, instead she watched her through the crack in the door and her lips were stickier than ever.
After feasting her eyes on Molly’s crack for long enough she slipped away to her study and retrieved something from her toy chest.
Molly wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as Polly walked into the kitchen wearing a large pink strap on, nor did she stop what she was doing.
“What are you up to then?” Polly asked as she walked towards Molly and kissing her full on the mouth.
“Apart from the obvious”
Molly was still had one hand occupied fingering her crack so with her free hand she grabbed the plastic cock.
“How long have you been watching?” she asked between kisses
“Long enough” Polly replied
“This certainly is” she purred and pulled it towards her pussy.
But Polly wasn’t ready to fuck her, so she stepped backwards before kneeling before Molly’s shaven pussy and noshing her juicy quim, after the delicious self-abuse Polly had witnesses it didn’t take long for her to take Molly to climax and she was soon stood in front of her again and this time Polly let her plug the pink plastic cock into her wet cunny and with her legs hooked behind Polly’s skinny arse and her arms locked around her neck Polly fucked her hard, which was what she wanted, a good hard fucking.
And when Polly had fucked them both to orgasm they went to Polly’s bed where they could come again and again.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Elliott, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.
When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved cock and cunny in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Paul Barker who was a renowned womaniser who had a big house in the village of Clarence a mile or so from Purplemere.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Paul put it about every bit as much as she did.
Another of her regular recipient of her not inconsiderable lust was paediatric registrar Polly Jones, a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes who was to all intents and purposes happily married to an oncologist, and she was happily married and had never been unfaithful to him with another man but other women were another matter and Molly was one of those lucky women.
The got together whenever they could, not as often as Molly would have liked but they made the most of it when they did.
They just had to be patient but for Molly that was sometimes easier said than done.
Polly was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier in fact, by a rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle filling probably.
She looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and it appeared she had an unexpected houseguest, she had no idea who it was and frankly it could have been anyone.
She knew who it wasn’t, her husband Derek, he was in Geneva for an Oncology seminar.
She was a bit miffed being woken up as she was having a delicious dream where she was being noshed off on the operating table by the theatre sister, so she got out of bed with sticky lips.
She threw on her robe and crept quietly downstairs but as she approached the kitchen Polly suddenly hesitated as she caught sight of Molly Curtis sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked and fingering herself.
She didn’t make her presence known, instead she watched her through the crack in the door and her lips were stickier than ever.
After feasting her eyes on Molly’s crack for long enough she slipped away to her study and retrieved something from her toy chest.
Molly wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as Polly walked into the kitchen wearing a large pink strap on, nor did she stop what she was doing.
“What are you up to then?” Polly asked as she walked towards Molly and kissing her full on the mouth.
“Apart from the obvious”
Molly was still had one hand occupied fingering her crack so with her free hand she grabbed the plastic cock.
“How long have you been watching?” she asked between kisses
“Long enough” Polly replied
“This certainly is” she purred and pulled it towards her pussy.
But Polly wasn’t ready to fuck her, so she stepped backwards before kneeling before Molly’s shaven pussy and noshing her juicy quim, after the delicious self-abuse Polly had witnesses it didn’t take long for her to take Molly to climax and she was soon stood in front of her again and this time Polly let her plug the pink plastic cock into her wet cunny and with her legs hooked behind Polly’s skinny arse and her arms locked around her neck Polly fucked her hard, which was what she wanted, a good hard fucking.
And when Polly had fucked them both to orgasm they went to Polly’s bed where they could come again and again.
Saturday 1 July 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (263) Being Sisterly
The party was at the Kettlewell Village Hall and by ten o’clock Miriam Gold was blind drunk and so her husband Frank, and her sister Sarah decided to walk her home.
Once they found the right room he laid her on the bed
“We should take her dress off” she said
“How about we leave her as she is and we take your dress off,” Frank suggested
“Down boy” she said smiling “you’re time will come, now help me with her dress”
He sat Miriam up again so Sarah could unhook and unzip, then between then they pulled the whole thing off over her head.
Once she was just in her under things Sarah started pulling her tights off as he watched.
As she left the bedroom Sarah turned off the light and closed the door and then she kissed him, gently at first and then again more hotly.
So Frank took his opportunity during the passionate kiss and grappled up her skirt and found her stocking and suspenders.
“Wait until you're invited” she said playfully slapping him.
“Stockings and suspenders eh” he said
“Yes I wore them especially for someone” Sarah said
“David is a very lucky man”
“I’m not wearing them for my husband” she said
“I’m wearing them for you”
Her lips returned to Frank’s, and her tongue to his mouth and his hands returned to her stocking tops.
When she finally relinquished his mouth she stepped back wards and slipped out of her dress and gave him the full effect of her full ensemble of black lingerie.
“Did you really wear those for me?” he said looking at her stockings.
“I wore everything for you” she said
“It was lucky for me then that I got to enjoy them”
“There was no luck involved” she said cockily
“What do you mean?”
“I made sure you would get to enjoy them”
“Did you get Miriam drunk?”
“It wasn’t hard I just made all her drinks doubles, she never could hold her drink”
“You dirty, dirty girl”
“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said “and started tugging on his cock”
Once they found the right room he laid her on the bed
“We should take her dress off” she said
“How about we leave her as she is and we take your dress off,” Frank suggested
“Down boy” she said smiling “you’re time will come, now help me with her dress”
He sat Miriam up again so Sarah could unhook and unzip, then between then they pulled the whole thing off over her head.
Once she was just in her under things Sarah started pulling her tights off as he watched.
As she left the bedroom Sarah turned off the light and closed the door and then she kissed him, gently at first and then again more hotly.
So Frank took his opportunity during the passionate kiss and grappled up her skirt and found her stocking and suspenders.
“Wait until you're invited” she said playfully slapping him.
“Stockings and suspenders eh” he said
“Yes I wore them especially for someone” Sarah said
“David is a very lucky man”
“I’m not wearing them for my husband” she said
“I’m wearing them for you”
Her lips returned to Frank’s, and her tongue to his mouth and his hands returned to her stocking tops.
When she finally relinquished his mouth she stepped back wards and slipped out of her dress and gave him the full effect of her full ensemble of black lingerie.
“Did you really wear those for me?” he said looking at her stockings.
“I wore everything for you” she said
“It was lucky for me then that I got to enjoy them”
“There was no luck involved” she said cockily
“What do you mean?”
“I made sure you would get to enjoy them”
“Did you get Miriam drunk?”
“It wasn’t hard I just made all her drinks doubles, she never could hold her drink”
“You dirty, dirty girl”
“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said “and started tugging on his cock”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (262) You Shouldn’t Be Doing This
It was midnight in Shallowfield and Jake Ellis was in the bus shelter snogging, or perhaps more accurately being snogged, by Sophie Braun.
She had been going at it for about ten minutes before she came up for air.
They had been to a house party and he was walking her home when she suddenly dragged him into the bus shelter.
Now that wouldn’t normally be a problem, Sophie was a very attractive girl, a very sexy girl, the problem was she wasn’t his girl.
His girl Sharon was still at the party throwing up in the downstairs toilet.
Sophie kissed 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.
And all the time a little voice was nagging at the back of his mind saying
“You shouldn’t be doing this”
And a second voice yelled in reply
“But she’s got her hand on your cock”
“What about the girl you love?” the first voice continued
“But this one has her hand on your cock” Screamed the second
“Think about Sharon” the quiet voice said
“Think about the hand on your cock” came the loud response
“Sophie’s not your girlfriend, Sharon is” the whisper said
“Sharon hasn’t got her hand on your cock” came the other one in response.
“But you love Sharon” Jiminy Cricket whispered
“You can love Sharon when she’s holding your cock” the devil shouted
The quiet voice spoke very sagely but suffice is to say the louder voice made some valuable points as well, so he relinquished any lingering resistance and decided to give his undivided attention to the woman with her hand on his cock.
Instead of his previously passive participation he 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.
By the time Jake had finished his internal debate Sophie had completely extricated his throbbing tool from his jeans and pants leaving him bare arsed and highly aroused.
Had he been in any doubt that she was in a hurry to get to the main event were quickly dispelled when she relinquished her grip on his cock and her busy fingers began unbuttoning her jeans which were soon around her knees quickly followed by her navy blue knickers.
Sophie then knelt on the bench and presented herself to him and as he plunged into Sophie’s hot pussy he heard no decanting voice in his head.
She had been going at it for about ten minutes before she came up for air.
They had been to a house party and he was walking her home when she suddenly dragged him into the bus shelter.
Now that wouldn’t normally be a problem, Sophie was a very attractive girl, a very sexy girl, the problem was she wasn’t his girl.
His girl Sharon was still at the party throwing up in the downstairs toilet.
Sophie kissed 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.
And all the time a little voice was nagging at the back of his mind saying
“You shouldn’t be doing this”
And a second voice yelled in reply
“But she’s got her hand on your cock”
“What about the girl you love?” the first voice continued
“But this one has her hand on your cock” Screamed the second
“Think about Sharon” the quiet voice said
“Think about the hand on your cock” came the loud response
“Sophie’s not your girlfriend, Sharon is” the whisper said
“Sharon hasn’t got her hand on your cock” came the other one in response.
“But you love Sharon” Jiminy Cricket whispered
“You can love Sharon when she’s holding your cock” the devil shouted
The quiet voice spoke very sagely but suffice is to say the louder voice made some valuable points as well, so he relinquished any lingering resistance and decided to give his undivided attention to the woman with her hand on his cock.
Instead of his previously passive participation he 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.
By the time Jake had finished his internal debate Sophie had completely extricated his throbbing tool from his jeans and pants leaving him bare arsed and highly aroused.
Had he been in any doubt that she was in a hurry to get to the main event were quickly dispelled when she relinquished her grip on his cock and her busy fingers began unbuttoning her jeans which were soon around her knees quickly followed by her navy blue knickers.
Sophie then knelt on the bench and presented herself to him and as he plunged into Sophie’s hot pussy he heard no decanting voice in his head.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (261) Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fond
Winston Philips was a 27 year old English graduate who worked for the Shallowfield and Childean Chronicle and for the last couple of weeks things had been quite quiet for him, firstly because nothing of any interest happened in the Finchbottom Vale or even the wider environs of Downshire for that matter during those two weeks.
The other reason life was so quiet for him was that his 21 year old girlfriend Jemima, who had her own special way of helping him pass the time with her insatiable appetite, had gone away on holiday with her parents.
So he took himself completely out of circulation for the two weeks which allowed him to catch up with writing his book, a very dull history of the area, which made the time drag even more.
At last the time came to end his self-imposed exile from the world and went to the pub for a few drinks and a chance to touch base with Jemima who he hadn’t seen since she got back from Greece.
She was working all weekend, because of the Shallowfield Beer Festival so he knew he wouldn’t see her properly until Sunday evening when he could expect a proper Jemima hello.
While he was in the bar she was able to grab a 20-minute break and they sat in a quiet corner of the lounge where they could at least steal an occasional kiss, he even managed to cop a feel of one of her choice titties, but alas she wouldn’t show him her white bits, but as she was getting up to go back to work he did get his hand up her skirt high enough to reach her pussy and snag one of her pubes before she slapped him.
But it did give him a taster and he was left with a philosophical outlook knowing there was lots more for him to investigate and explore when he would get her bare arsed at his house on Sunday night.
Although if truth be told going by her normal practice when Sunday night came she would probably be bare arsed when she got there.
The other reason life was so quiet for him was that his 21 year old girlfriend Jemima, who had her own special way of helping him pass the time with her insatiable appetite, had gone away on holiday with her parents.
So he took himself completely out of circulation for the two weeks which allowed him to catch up with writing his book, a very dull history of the area, which made the time drag even more.
At last the time came to end his self-imposed exile from the world and went to the pub for a few drinks and a chance to touch base with Jemima who he hadn’t seen since she got back from Greece.
She was working all weekend, because of the Shallowfield Beer Festival so he knew he wouldn’t see her properly until Sunday evening when he could expect a proper Jemima hello.
While he was in the bar she was able to grab a 20-minute break and they sat in a quiet corner of the lounge where they could at least steal an occasional kiss, he even managed to cop a feel of one of her choice titties, but alas she wouldn’t show him her white bits, but as she was getting up to go back to work he did get his hand up her skirt high enough to reach her pussy and snag one of her pubes before she slapped him.
But it did give him a taster and he was left with a philosophical outlook knowing there was lots more for him to investigate and explore when he would get her bare arsed at his house on Sunday night.
Although if truth be told going by her normal practice when Sunday night came she would probably be bare arsed when she got there.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (260) Yacht Club Rules
It was a beautiful summer day when Commander James Pendlebury drove towards the Sharpington Head Yacht Club.
He was on his way to buy a ticket for the Midsummer Ball which marked the end of the Regatta.
He parked the car and walked inside the Yacht Club and went directly to the office of Ivana Tombs.
Ivana was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who managed the commercial side of the club.
She never smiled and always peered superciliously over her specs at everyone, not a joyful looking person by any means.
He knocked on the door and was met with a surly monosyllabic response.
“Come” it uttered
So he went,
“Good morning Miss Tombs and how are you today?”
“What do you want Commander?” she snapped
“I’m very busy”
Trying to maintain his good mood he persevered.
“A ticket for the big bash please Miss Tombs”
“Do you by any chance mean the Sharpington Head Yacht Club Midsummer Ball?” she asked
“Yes that’s the one” he replied
“Just the one ticket?” she replied, “Not bringing a guest?”
“No just me” he replied “I figured I’ll just get lucky on the night”
“£90” she said getting up from her desk and preparing to walk over to the filling cabinet.
James made no effort to get out of the way and indeed narrowed the gap so she had to squeeze past him and rub her pert little arse against his cock.
When she had got through the gap he followed very close behind her and positioned himself so that he could firstly stare down her gaping blouse at her beautiful lace cupped tits and then be in situ as she opened the draw and stepped backwards thus planting her plump little arse cheek right into his waiting hand.
His position was perfect and her right buttock reversed right against his palm so he gave it a prolonged squeeze.
“For goodness sake Commander Pendlebury” she barked
“I’m terribly sorry Miss Tombs, truly I am”
“£90” she snapped
He took out his wallet and paid her in cash, she took the money and along with the ticket she gave him a look that said
“Why are you still here? I have more important things to be doing”
“Good bye Miss Tombs and thank you” he said insincerely “Sorry again for my clumsiness”
But before he got to the door Miss Tombs got there first
“Just a word before you go Commander” she said quietly and grabbed his cock and balls “If you do get lucky at the Ball on Saturday night and it’s not with me I’ll be wearing this lot as a necklace”
“You can have it right now if you want Ivana” he offered
“As much as I would like you to fuck me over my desk” she said stroking his cock more than squeezing “alas some of us have to work for a living”
“Well I think people who use the word “alas” definitely need to be bent over the desk” he said “so little Miss tight arse, what’s it to be”
“Little Miss tight arse?” she said “Did you just call me Miss tight arse?”
“I did” he said
“Right follow me” Ivana said and led him into the executive toilet.
He was on his way to buy a ticket for the Midsummer Ball which marked the end of the Regatta.
He parked the car and walked inside the Yacht Club and went directly to the office of Ivana Tombs.
Ivana was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who managed the commercial side of the club.
She never smiled and always peered superciliously over her specs at everyone, not a joyful looking person by any means.
He knocked on the door and was met with a surly monosyllabic response.
“Come” it uttered
So he went,
“Good morning Miss Tombs and how are you today?”
“What do you want Commander?” she snapped
“I’m very busy”
Trying to maintain his good mood he persevered.
“A ticket for the big bash please Miss Tombs”
“Do you by any chance mean the Sharpington Head Yacht Club Midsummer Ball?” she asked
“Yes that’s the one” he replied
“Just the one ticket?” she replied, “Not bringing a guest?”
“No just me” he replied “I figured I’ll just get lucky on the night”
“£90” she said getting up from her desk and preparing to walk over to the filling cabinet.
James made no effort to get out of the way and indeed narrowed the gap so she had to squeeze past him and rub her pert little arse against his cock.
When she had got through the gap he followed very close behind her and positioned himself so that he could firstly stare down her gaping blouse at her beautiful lace cupped tits and then be in situ as she opened the draw and stepped backwards thus planting her plump little arse cheek right into his waiting hand.
His position was perfect and her right buttock reversed right against his palm so he gave it a prolonged squeeze.
“For goodness sake Commander Pendlebury” she barked
“I’m terribly sorry Miss Tombs, truly I am”
“£90” she snapped
He took out his wallet and paid her in cash, she took the money and along with the ticket she gave him a look that said
“Why are you still here? I have more important things to be doing”
“Good bye Miss Tombs and thank you” he said insincerely “Sorry again for my clumsiness”
But before he got to the door Miss Tombs got there first
“Just a word before you go Commander” she said quietly and grabbed his cock and balls “If you do get lucky at the Ball on Saturday night and it’s not with me I’ll be wearing this lot as a necklace”
“You can have it right now if you want Ivana” he offered
“As much as I would like you to fuck me over my desk” she said stroking his cock more than squeezing “alas some of us have to work for a living”
“Well I think people who use the word “alas” definitely need to be bent over the desk” he said “so little Miss tight arse, what’s it to be”
“Little Miss tight arse?” she said “Did you just call me Miss tight arse?”
“I did” he said
“Right follow me” Ivana said and led him into the executive toilet.
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