Choice Tales from the Vale – (310) Lust in the snow

 

Recent divorcee Russ Gardiner had just finished his shift in the Abbottsford CCTV centre at 2 o’clock, and after a little small talk with some colleagues, he left HQ at quarter past and his first thought was to get home to his bed at the end of a 12 hour shift, but that was before he remembered the empty house he would be going back to, so his mind turned to his brother’s earlier invitation to meet up for a beer, so he dumped his gear in the car and went off to meet his brother Alex for a much-needed beer, which was when he came across Linda.

It was when he was walking past the library, when he spotted a group of about a dozen noisy twenty somethings spilling out of a pub.

Among them were some familiar faces, Linda Williams, and his ex-wife Emily among them, who were sisters.

The group were about fifty yards ahead of him and they didn’t see him and as he was heading to a different part of town to them he didn’t try to close the distance, he didn’t particularly want to see his ex-wife anytime soon, if ever, but he would have liked to see her younger sister Linda again.

Suddenly she broke off from the main group and said something to her party, he couldn’t make out what, but it provoked some laughter, then as she headed towards the art gallery Russ clearly heard her call.

“I’ll catch you up”

Russ was curious to see where she was going as the path, she was on didn’t go anywhere other than the Art Gallery and the small courtyard in front of it.

He was a suspicious man by nature and having worked with the CCTV team for three years he was well aware of what people were capable of when they were in drink and as she’d been drinking she was acting imprudently and impetuously, but he was more concerned than curious in truth.

Because she had a head start on him she was out of sight by the time he set foot on the path, so he stepped up his pace and when he got to the end of the path and entered the courtyard, he was just in time to see Linda disappear behind the shrubbery.

Russ made his way hastily to the place he last saw her and peered through the shrubbery until he could see her, illuminated by the floodlights, as she undid her coat.

It was a cold night, and it was beginning to snow, and he couldn’t help noticing her nipples prodding through the fabric of her top, but what happened next however took him completely by surprise.

With her back flush against the façade she slid down the wall and squatted with her knees at right angles making her look like a skinny Sumo wrestler.

Linda then reached her hand down between her legs and pulled her knickers aside revealing her curly whiskers and then she smiled broadly as she released a jet of piss the like of which he had never seen before and he found it very arousing.

But what made it even more arousing was the distance achieved by the arcing jet and its duration, and when she had finished and she had pushed out every last drop she smiled and let out a long sigh.

She then pushed herself back up to a standing position and sighed again, then Linda adjusted her pants, and walked towards where he was standing as the snow began to fall faster.

“That was very impressive,” Russ said

“Oh” she gasped “You made me jump”

“Sorry”

“Did you see?” She asked blushing

“Yes, I did” he said impressed

“Oh God I’m so embarrassed” she said covering her face

“Don’t be,” he said, “I really liked it”

“Emily always said you really deviant,” Linda said with a giggle

“I know” he said and kissed her

“She never was very adventurous sexually” he added as he pushed her gently backwards against a rather ugly piece of modern art and played with her nipples through the fabric of her top but she pulled her mouth away and said urgently

“Are you sure we should be doing this?”

“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” he asked

“Well yes” she replied “But we can’t do anything here”

“Don’t worry” he reassured her “there is no CCTV coverage here, it’s a blind spot”

“How do you know that?” she asked,
“Because I’m a deviant sex maniac,” he replied
“Oh fare enough” Linda said and kissed him again

He slipped his hand beneath the hem of her skirt and inside her knickers and her whiskers were still wet against the back of his hand as he pulled her knickers aside and probed her gash, which creamed up instantly, she was very responsive.

Soon she was tuned, lubed and ready to go and couldn’t wait, almost the second his fingertips entered her cunny she was trying to extract his cock from his trousers.

Russ stopped fingering her pussy and aided her in the release of his throbbing dick.

“I’ve been waiting to get my hands on this for five years” she said lustily the moment he had it free she gripped it tightly in her finger and pulled it towards her moist lips.

As soon as his tip was wet, he thrust the rest of it into her and she moaned in appreciation.

Linda was wrapped around him like a vine as he banged her against the statue with each ball wetting thrust.

And with each one he put into her she responded vocally and as the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened so did her responses until finally, she screamed,

“Oh Russ” As he emptied his sac into her, and they stayed in that position, her wrapped around him, as she was pinned against the statue, as the snow settled on them, for about a minute panting hard until she said.

“I think I need to pee again now”

“Good, can I watch?” he asked

 

Russ walked her from the courtyard to the end of the path and kissed her goodnight safely in a blind spot and then she tottered off to re-join her group and he waited another five minutes before he emerged and headed the opposite way to find Alex.

But it wasn’t the last time they met in blissful union but the next time they got together was in the comfort of his own bed.

Uncanny Tales – (060) In a Fragrant Meadow

 

In a fragrant meadow in the Finchbottom Vale on a warm summer’s day a young man’s hands glide over her sumptuous curves and contours in a sensual exploration of her silken landscape.
Her flesh tingles beneath his skilful intimate touch and her breath starts to pant as her nipples swell in arousal standing in sharp relief as his lips and tongue pay court and he feels the glow of passion swell.

Sweet sensual moans join the soundtrack of the meadow as with nimble fingers he explored the seat of her musk and then like a bee who would visit a dewy rose he sips nectar from her moist blossom, each petal sensually caressed and he drinks deeply of her labial delights before in the sweet meadow grass his passion enters her portal of ecstasy.

WHAT DOES IT TAKE

 

Does it take the fuller figure?

To help you pull your trigger

Or is it those who kiss and tell

You require to ring your bell

Or does it take a total bitch

To really flick your switch

Perhaps its nurses on the ward

That actually pulls your cord

Is it lamb that’s really mutton?

You need to push your button

Must they wear the briefest thong?

To make you bang your gong

Ought they dress in something tight?

To really light your light

Must they act all prim and proper?

To help to pull your stopper

Must they wiggle when they walk?

To make you pop your cork

The truth is, unless I miss my guess

They need only answer yes

Choice Tales from the Vale – (309) It’s the Quiet Ones You Have to Watch

 On the west side of Downshire is Northchapel which has always been the Industrial powerhouse of the County and although it doesn’t physically occupy its centre it is the beating heart of the County.

In recent generations its fortunes had suffered greatly but in the 21^st century major regeneration of the town was underway.

But some things stood the test of time regardless of changing fortunes and that was the Public Library.

 

The longest serving member of staff was Librarian, Julia Szaraz, who was the very epitome of her kind.

Her dark brown hair was pulled back severely into a bun arrangement, she wore heavy framed spectacles and dressed in various shades of black or grey, normally in A skirt with thick black tights and sensible shoes, and she dressed like that all year round, whatever the weather, the only variety being the addition of a black or grey cardigan, in the depths of winter.

Julia was thirty five years old and had worked at the library since she left school, she was a quiet studious person, very private and didn’t really socialise with the other staff, and she was widely expected to get the Chief Librarian position when it became available, that was however until outsider David Ryce was appointed to the position, and they took an immediate dislike to one another, Julia resented him for taking what she saw as her job, while he though she was just dour and dowdy.

Despite what she thought David Ryce was supremely qualified for the position and was not afraid of putting the hours in to get the job done, and over the weeks that didn’t go unnoticed by Julia, who was also known to work late.

 

On one Friday night he had been in his office and completely lost track of time and when he realized the lateness of the hour, he promptly shut his computer down and prepared to leave.

As it was late the cleaners had been and gone and they had turned the lights off behind them, so it was quite dark as he walked along the corridor between the book stacks.

As it was getting late he decided to get a takeaway on his way home and was having an internal discussion as to which cuisine to choose as he scanned the menu’s on his phone, and then he was knocked off his feet by a figure in the darkness and finished up prone on the ground and his assailant ended up laying on top of him, using his phone as a torch he shone it in the persons face and was surprised to see it was Julia Szaraz but not quite as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth and inserted her tongue, quite expertly and in that instant of insertion he suddenly viewed her in a different light while appreciating the high degree of skill in her tongues application.

He had always viewed Julia as rather plain, and on the skinny side of slim, and her mode of dress was very unappealing.

She was often referred to behind her back by her colleagues as Jules the prude or the virgin Goth, so to find her on top of him and have her initiate a rather pleasing engagement of tongue, and in his opinion she was a damn good kisser, was to say the least out of the norm.

David certainly wasn’t expecting it and nor was he expecting what happen next, which was for her hand to unzip his fly and pull out his semi erect member through the opening.

Although it didn’t stay semi for long, because the moment the beast was free of its confines, she disengaged her mouth from his and went to work on his cock, and the expert way she set about her task he could tell that his was not the first member she'd had her lips around.
“Jules the Prude gives great head” he said to himself before saying out loud

"Oh Miss Szaraz"

As she worked on him, his mused about still waters running deep, or more precisely, running deep throat.

It was at that moment that she stopped suddenly, startled by a noise, real or imagined, and she quickly stood up and he noticed from his prone position that one of her sensible shoes was missing. 

Her absent Brogue had obviously come off her foot when they both fell.

Julia backed into the recess between the shelves and he joined her there, his erection still protruding from his open fly.

As they stood there in close proximity, she didn’t say anything, but her breathing was quick and shallow.

After a minute or so, and satisfied that no one was in the building her lips returned to his and her hand went to his shaft and tugged on it roughly, while he fumbled inside her blouse and unhooked her bra, and once that was achieved his hands quickly moved to her small tits surmounted by nipples, as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.

As her kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more frantic, he began to hoist up her skirt until he could gain access to her underwear.

He yanked down her thick black tights, which gave little resistance over her narrow hips and boney arse and the satin and lace of her knickers quickly followed suit.

Once both tights and pants were at knee height Julie accommodated him by extracting her unshod foot from the unwanted items.

David then ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and fondled her cheek, she had a nice arse, soft and squeezable but he soon worked his way teasingly to her generous thicket and then slid his fingers in between her juicy lips.

He instantly thought how wrong her colleagues were about her being a dried-up virgin, at that precise moment they were certainly a long way from the truth.

She was still kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose, and although still gripping his tool in one hand Julie used her other one to undo his trouser button and yank down his slacks and bare his arse.

David removed his fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the bookshelf behind her and her narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly in the gap between some dusty tomes, but she kept her thighs together when he had her in position

"Are you going to take me, like you took my job?” she asked

“Without a second thought for my feelings?"

“Yes, to the first one” he said truthfully “Very definitely no to the second”

“That’s good enough” she said and opened up for him and he slid into her and when he entered there was no resistance and the way she received his offering, the way she wrapped herself around him pulling him deeper into her, David knew she had received others before him, so he went at her greedily, and her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and she was growling out contented moans to his rhythmic penetrations.

As he pumped her harder these turned to guttural groans, and as her pleasure heightened they grew to howls, the closer to climax the higher the pitch, onward and onward, frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed and he shot into her.

They stayed in their final position for several minutes, panting loudly, with his cock still twitching inside her and her muscles contracting around his shaft and she made several long pleasurable languorous sighs, so he kissed her neck and she hugged him tightly.

 

They redressed quickly in the dark, although he suspected Julie went home with her knickers and tights in her handbag.

“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said

“Oh yes, I think we can” he replied then he walked her to door, and they exchanged a long liquid kiss as they parted.

 

As he completed his journey home, he thought to himself how funny life could be, who would have thought that a plain, dour, and dowdy, skinny young woman could be such a pleasurable fuck.

It just goes to show that it’s the quiet ones you have to watch.

GIRLS WHO WEAR GLASSES

 

It’s said “that men seldom make passes

At girls who wear glasses”

But what if the girl is wrapped within

Such soft velvet like skin

Or she is full of vitality and vigor

Or has an hourglass figure

With a pinched waist and curvaceous hips

Or moist pouting lips

Perhaps she has milky white thighs

Or maybe come to bed eyes

What if her blouse struggles to repress

Her large heaving chest?

Maybe she has a dazzling smile that wins

Or has long slender pins

Would men ask out girls who wore glasses

If they had really nice arses?

Uncanny Tales – (059) 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.

Uncanny Tales – (058) I Saw You in a Different Light Today

 

I saw you in a different light today, one of statuesque beauty where you emerged from tomboy obscurity causing heads to turn and eyes to stare and thoughts to turn to those of impurity.

But tonight, I see you in a different light again as your pale pink lips kiss mine with sensual grace and your hands are inside my clothes and I am on fire with passion.

But then the former tomboy’s lips are no longer on mine but are now kissing my breasts and as you take my nipple in your mouth your fingers are awash within me.