Choice Tales from the Vale – (022) Woman in Black

 

It was a glorious day in the Finchbottom Vale, though the occasion at the Childean Memorial Hall was a gloomy one, when Vincent Ellington saw her standing alone on the terrace, bathed in the afternoon sun and staring out into the distance.

Vincent was a thirty something accountant and longstanding family friend of the Land’s.      

He walked up behind her and lightly stroked the back of Lisa’s naked arm.

“Are you ok honey?” he asked

“No not really” she replied and the tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she turned towards him, so he took her in his arms and she dissolved completely into tears.

“Its ok honey” He whispered, “let it all go”

And as she sobbed uncontrollably into his chest Vincent kissed the top of her head.

He held her close and stroked her back as she sobbed until she lifted her head and said

“I’m getting you shirt wet Vince” 

“I don’t care” He replied and she broke down again which was when, to his eternal shame, he got aroused, very aroused.

He would have said in his defense that he was holding in his arms a very beautiful woman, and a woman he had not only lusted after for more than five years but who he had actually been in love with for four of those years.

What he couldn’t offer any excuse for was what he was thinking as she sobbed her heart out and he consoled her with his empty words.

And those shameful thoughts concerned him trying to imagine what she was wearing under her mourning clothes and his arousal was reaching epic proportions as he considered all the various options and the images in his head which were so vivid that he was close to tipping his barrow as he held her in his arms. 

The only thing that prevented his discharge from happening was the sudden and unexpected arrival on the scene of Lisa’s mother.

Her mum took her back inside to grieve more privately but as Mrs. Land led her daughter away and offered her words of comfort he had to remain on the terrace for a few minutes longer due to his inability to walk.

That inability wasn’t helped in any way whatsoever by the fact that as he watched her and her mother walk away he still continued to think long and hard about the infinite possibilities of the lingerie Lisa Land might be wearing beneath her widow’s weeds.

But no matter how much he loved her or lusted after her or even how aroused he was, he knew with certainty that he wasn’t going to quench the ache in his balls with Lisa.

Not that day anyway but he had no doubt that over the coming weeks he would become well acquainted with the contents of her knicker draw. 

But in the meantime he would have to amuse himself with one of the other black clad mourner’s and slake his thirst for a woman in black underwear.

 

 

IN THE AFTERGLOW

She lay serenely in the afterglow

The sweat of passion spent

Vaporized and no more

Her hair tousled, Frames a peaceful face

The red glow of the cheeks still visible

Her eyes resting, her mouth open slightly

Her full lips still moist, her pale skin smooth

No hint remains of what passed

The contortions of orgasm

Which were etched into her innocent face

Linger no more but shall again soon

She lies beneath a silken sheet

Stretched more tightly across her breasts

Showing them in sharp relief

The cool air from the open window

Arouses her nipples

Which stand proud through the silk

She murmurs in her sleep and squirms in unison

As her arousal continues elsewhere

If her lover does not return

Her satisfaction will be in her own hand 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (021) Dressed in Yellow

It was a beautiful sunny day in the village of Dulcet-on-Brooke where James Herring sat on his sunny terrace looking at the girl in the yellow dress, a beautiful girl with her brunette hair cascading onto the sun kissed skin of her shoulders.

The Sun Terrace James was sitting on looked out across an expanse of lawn which ran down to the bank of the River Brooke.

But he had eyes only for Gemma who was the gorgeous girl wearing the pretty yellow dress, which he found deliciously attractive, and rather arousing but then that may have been because he knew she was wearing matching yellow underwear beneath it.

And the reason James knew what underwear was beneath the dress on the beautiful girl was because he had watched her getting dressed that morning.

Twice in fact, because after the first time he undressed her again and made love to her.

And at that precise moment on the Terrace, he looked forward to slipping them off her again, and soon.

 

Yet this brown-haired beauty only a year previously had been to all intents and purposes a dowdy frump.

Her name then was Gemma Cumber but that was before she married James. 

They had met in the fog on the banks of Teardrop Lake, he was there for the sailing and she was on a walking break.

And on the day, they first met, Gemma was dressed in stout old-fashioned brogues, long argyle socks, grey tweed skirt and a shapeless sweater of indeterminate colour, which was very drab in the foggy gloom although she would have looked drab even in bright sunshine so drab really summed her up.

Her hair was tied in a bun beneath a tweed cap that matched the skirt and she appeared to be dressed for the 1930s and looked about forty.

Unfortunately, the fog came down so thick and fast it wasn’t safe to try and move in any direction, so they sat down and waited for the fog to disperse.

It was only as they sat on some rocks in the fog and shared her provisions, packed for her day’s adventure, that he saw and fell in love with the girl beneath the façade and discovered that beneath the frumpy exterior his soul mate was hidden from view.

And in the year since that day by the lake they had been the happiest either of them had ever been.

 

But on that warm summer’s day they were in the back garden of their first home together and they were entertaining guests.

So apart from James and Gemma, in the party were James’s brother John and his wife Elaine, and Elaine’s sister Karen and her partner Graham.

He was smiling as he watched her and when she looked up she smiled at him and blushed and the reason Gemma blushed was because she knew exactly what he was thinking.

James was thinking about how he had undressed her and ravished her that morning, and at that moment in the summer sunshine so was she.

Gemma also knew that he was going to do it again as soon as the opportunity presented itself, and she couldn’t wait for that moment, her whole body tingled just thinking about it.

It was a year and a half since they had first met and the thought of making love with him still made her quiver with anticipation.

 

“Let’s go out on the boat”

John suggested, though Elaine wasn’t at all impressed by the idea and threw him a glare, she had just got herself settled on a lounger after clearing away after lunch.

Despite Elaine’s displeasure however the general consensus was in favour of cruising on the River.

So with almost all agreeing with John’s suggestion, Gemma was excitedly gathering everything together off the terrace as the group slowly made their way to the jetty, she loved going out on the boat it was her idea to buy it when they bought the house on the River.

But James stopped her in her tracks when he took hold of her hand

“Haven’t you forgotten something?” he said

She had a quick look around the terrace

“I don’t think so” she said

“I do” James insisted

“What?” Gemma asked a little confused

“Well, you know how breezy it gets out on the water?” he asked cryptically

“Yes” she replied still confused.

Then a look of comprehension spread across her face.

“I’ll get a cardigan” she said, and James laughed

“I wasn’t thinking of that”

“What then?” she giggled

“Well, you’re out on the windy water wearing your pretty yellow dress” he said

“Yes”

“And underneath it?”

“Oh” she exclaimed finally comprehending

“Everyone will see my knickers”

She chuckled and gave him the armful of bits she had gathered and rushed off to change.

James followed her into the house a few moments later and dropped the pile of bits she had given him on the first surface he passed and went upstairs.

When he opened the bedroom door James found Gemma sitting on the end of the bed in her yellow underwear pulling a pair of shorts over her ankles.

He sat on the bed next to her and as she leant forward, he unhooked her bra.

“We haven’t got time for that” she said with a giggle

“I would hope we will always have time for that” he said running his hand across her naked back and Gemma responded by kicking off her shorts.

She bounced to her feet and her bra fell to the ground and then everything she had bounced, and James eyes focused on her tits.

She pushed James backwards on the bed and grabbed his belt and hurriedly began undoing his trousers.

“We’ll have to be quick” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face.

“Ta Da” Gemma said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants and trousers down and released the beast.

She paused momentarily to admire her handiwork then she wriggled out of her yellow knickers and in an instant, she was on top of him and thrusting her eager loins onto him.

“You brazen harlot” he said gratefully, though she was lost in the moment and thought how different this girl was to the shy frumpy girl he had first met in the fog

 

Holding hands, James and Gemma ran headlong down the lawn towards the jetty.

Gemma was now wearing pale blue shorts and a matching top which also matched everything else.

“Where have you two been?” Elaine shouted crossly as they ran onto the jetty.

“Gemma needed to change, and I was attending to security” James said as he helped Gemma on board the Cabin Cruiser and then squeezed her buttock as she passed him, and she turned around and kissed him before heading to the bow to join the other girls who were already sitting on towels sunning themselves.

“All that time for a couple of windows and a door?” Karen asked tongue in cheek

“James is very thorough” Gemma replied and blushed

“I bet he is” Karen added

James meanwhile had joined the menfolk in the cockpit

“I admire your diligence” Graham said as he reversed the 26ft cruiser away from the jetty “security is so important”

“I know what you were attending to James” John said “and it wasn’t security, you dirty pair”

And their laughter echoed across the water.

I WANTED HER

 

 

She crouched down, almost squatting
To stroke a small dog in the park
As she did her full buttocks
Strained the fabric of her shorts
And I wanted her
When she stood up
She through back her hair from her face
As she did the sunlight caught
The fine blonde strands
And I wanted her
She reached behind her head
To tie back her loose hair
Which pushed her breasts tightly
Against her cotton shirt
And I wanted her
She saw me looking at her
And smiled at me coyly
Then she waved to me, smiling
And I wanted her
Luckily she was my wife

Freya St David, 14 – Goddess Of Compassion

 

Freya St David stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale and the afternoon sun shone on her strawberry blonde hair.

She was a district nurse, a very pretty district nurse and was very experienced and well respected.

Freya was twenty eight years old only a few days earlier but looked much younger and as a result she was much desired and she was a first class flirt.

She was a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she was expecting to marry was now history, she had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend and then out of the blue he confessed to her one night. 

From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.

 

On that fateful day she was on her way home at the end of her shift when just ahead of her a school girl was hit by a car, it wasn’t the drivers fault, the girl just stepped out, distracted by her mobile phone, and bang she was flying through the air.

Freya was two cars behind the one that hit her, a red Espace, and she immediately got out of her car and ran to assist, phoning for an ambulance as she did so.

When she reached the stricken girl it didn’t look good she was lying on her back with her head to one side.

One arm was under her back the other lay across her belly, and both legs were in very unnatural positions, clearly there were multiple fractures visible and an awful lot of blood.

She estimated she was 12 or 13 and the uniform was from a private boarding school for girls less than a mile away called Carrington Chase.   

Freya checked for a pulse and found it, it was weak but it was there.

The female driver of the Espace was distraught and the man from the BMW behind her was desperately trying to calm her down.

Freya picked up the girls phone and then while she was attending to her someone handed her a hand bag.

A young man said            

"Can I do anything?"

"Yes” she said "in the boot of the blue Clio you’ll find a car rug"

"Ok” he said and off he went.

She stayed with the girl and opened the handbag and looked for ID and found in the purse a travel card in the name of Pauline Yeo.

When the young man returned with the red plaid blanket Freya covered the poor girl’s broken body and continued to monitor her vital signs until the ambulance arrived.

"Hi Frey" Paramedic Sam Liburd said

"Hello Sam, her name is Pauline Yeo and it’s not looking good" 

She quickly did the hand over relaying the pertinent facts and then stood back and let Sam and his partner Andy Mason do their stuff before they loaded her into the ambulance.

 

Freya remained at the scene for about an hour after the ambulance left and gave a full statement to the police, she also sat with the distraught driver until her husband arrived and then she got in her car and got back on her way home.

It was when she had arrived at her house that she realised she still had the girls mobile phone.

“Shit” she said at the discovery

Freya was starving so she quickly made herself a sandwich before getting changed and getting back in the car.

She ate her sandwich as she drove to the Winston Churchill Hospital and parked in the staff car park.

 

In the Emergency Department she spoke to the Sister in charge who informed her that the girl had gone straight upstairs for emergency surgery but was now in the intensive care unit.

So Freya thanked her and went upstairs to the ICU.

“Hello sister” Freya said

“Yes” she replied suspiciously

“It’s Nurse St David” she said 

“I recognise the name but not the face” Sister Madden replied

“I was looking for a young girl” Freya elaborated to Sister Madden

“A school girl hit by a car”

“Oh yes” Sister said “Are you related?”

“No I witnessed it” she replied “and gave first aid until the ambulance arrived”

“I see, well it’s not good news I’m afraid” the sister said gravely

“Oh no” Freya said and sat down and after a moment or two remembered why she was there.

“I have her mobile phone, she was using it when she stepped into the road I thought I would give it to her family”

“There’s no one here” Said the Sister “her only family are in Hong Kong”

This news hit Freya like a slap in the face.

“Has no one come from the school?” she asked

“No” replied a Doctor

“But they’ve contacted the family” the Sister contributed

“Very big of them” the doctor responded

Freya saw by his name badge he was Peter Gossage

A relatively young man with the same colouring as herself.

“Then Pauline is dying then?” Freya said

“Yes” he replied “and it’s unlikely her parents will reach us before she does”

“Are the school aware of that fact?” she asked and the doctor nodded in response

“Well that just won’t do” Freya said with determination and stood up

“May I use the phone in your office doctor?”

“Who do you want to call?” he asked

“The headmistress” she replied “Do you have a number Sister?”

“Yes” she replied and handed her a scrap of paper “her name is Hardacre, and she’s really stuck up”

“You can use my office on one condition” the doctor said

“What’s that?” she replied expecting a proposition

“That I can listen in” he said

“Done” she said

 

They went into his office and she sat in the chair and putting the phone on speaker she dialled the number.

Meanwhile Dr Gossage closed the door and set his mobile phone on the desk.

“Carrington Chase!” a woman answered

“Mrs Hardacre please” Freya said

“I think you mean Ms Hardacre” she responded in monotone

“Yes” she replied

“And you are?”

“Nurse St David, Churchill Hospital”

The line went dead momentarily before another woman’s voice said

“Ms Hardacre speaking”

“I’m Nurse St David from the Churchill” Freya said

“Oh yes” she responded flatly

“You understand the seriousness of Pauline’s condition? And that it’s unlikely she will last the night, and certainly won’t live long enough for her parents to see her alive?” Freya asked at length

“Yes its very tragic” the headmistress replied

“We were wondering when the schools representative would be arriving to sit with her for her final hours” she said

“The school isn’t sending anyone” Ms Hardacre responded with surprise.

“Why not?” Freya responded

“It’s not our responsibility” Hardacre replied

“That’s a disgraceful attitude” Freya said angrily

“She is one of your charges, she is your responsibility, whatever happened to “in loco parentis””

“The girl was not on school property at the time of the accident”

The headmistress interrupted

“And she didn’t have permission to be outside”

“So she got what she deserved? Is that what you’re saying” Freya said red with rage

“Well it wouldn’t have happened would it?” Hardacre replied

“So you take their money and then wash your hands of them”

“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer” She said

“So I take it you won’t send anyone?” she asked

“That’s correct” the headmistress replied

“You’ll let her die alone?” Freya asked “What about pastoral care?”

“We don’t molly coddle at Carrington Chase” she answered   

“What faith is she?” Freya demanded

“What? I’ve no idea” she replied

“Then check your records and find out” Freya barked

“Who are you to give me orders” she said affrontedly

“Listen Ms Hardarse” Freya snapped deliberately mispronouncing her name “Pauline will be dead by morning and she should have the benefit of her faith at the time of her passing”

“Very well” she said and tutted

“A few moments later” she returned.

“Christian” she said flatly “Anglican”

“I would like to tell the parents when I see them, what a great support you have been” Freya said

“But I can’t because you’ve been no bloody help at all and I will be giving them a detailed account”

“How dare you threaten me, you jumped up little tart” She said angrily “this school has a lot of friends to deal with the likes of you”

And then Hardacre hung up.

“How rude” Freya said “I hadn’t finished with her by a long chalk”

“What a bitch” Dr Gossage added and picked up the phone he’d laid on the table.

“That was brilliant” he added and tapped a couple of keys and then the phone emitted the following

““Carrington Chase!” “Mrs Hardacre please” “I think you mean Ms Hardacre””

“You recorded it?” Freya said and Peter nodded

“I wish I’d thought of that” she said

“Not to worry” he said “give me your number and I’ll send you the file”

“Oh yes is that your normal ploy to get nurses phone numbers?” Freya said tongue in cheek

“No I’m serious, it might come in handy if the old cow sets her powerful friends on you” he said

 

Freya went to the hospital chapel to see the chaplain but she was told she was already performing the last rights on an elderly patient.

So she left a message for Reverend Val Hicks and then Freya decided she could not let Pauline end her life alone so she volunteered to sit at her bedside until the end.

So she sat and held the hand of the poor young girl who but for a moments loss of concentration would have had a life full of infinite possibilities.

At around 2.30am Reverend Valeria Hicks quietly entered the room.

She was a rather large unattractive woman in her forties, they briefly made eye contact and she smiled at Freya and revealed a missing tooth.

No words were exchanged, Rev Hicks just went straight into her well-practised ritual. 

It was less than an hour later when the candle light of a twelve year old girl was snuffed out and Mr and Mrs Yeo would have a child to mourn.

  

The door to the on call room opened and Freya quietly entered.

Peter Gossage was in the bed and thought he heard light footsteps on the floor but then there was silence so he dismissed it.

Freya slipped silently out of her clothes and then she was in bed and cuddled up behind him pressing her naked flesh against his.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” Peter asked

“Yes” she responded in a whisper

“Why?” he asked

“Because I want to feel alive” she replied and Freya kissed the back of his neck, her lips, soft like petals on his skin and his arousal began.

As she continued with her feather light kisses, her hand reached around his torso and very quickly gripped his swelling organ.

Freya tugged expertly on him as her mouth reached his ear and her tongue licked and darted.

Peter broke away from her embrace and turned around and pushed her over onto her back and took control.

And explored every inch of her tiny body, every curve, every nook and every cranny until she had reached the point when she could wait no more.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked

“Just make me feel alive Peter” she replied and pushed Peter onto his back and then scrambled aboard him.

Freya quickly impaled herself on him and rode him roughly as she took back control.

All he could do was admire her little tits skipping in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her pert buttocks.

Freya writhed and squirmed as she extracted every ounce of pleasure from him until she reached that ecstatic point, that hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm as she made a delicious utterance of intense satisfaction.

After about 5 minutes and without speaking Freya kissed him softly and got out of bed, she then redressed as silently as she had disrobed and left.

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?

Choice Tales from the Vale – (020) In His Favourite Chair

Professor Robert Shadwell was a dry and crusty academic who was Professor of History at Abbottsford University.

He was in his fiftieth year and was considered by everyone who knew him to be as dull as ditch water and capable of talking about nothing but his subject, in detail and at length.

But no one was ever as they seemed and he was no exception.

He lived in the hamlet of Dulcet Meadow, in a 19^th Century Farmhouse which was his bolt hole, his escape from the academic world where he could enjoy his well-appointed library and his well upholstered housekeeper Mary Lucas.

He would spend four days a week in Abbottsford where he would spend the majority of his time in his rooms reading and looking forward to getting back to the arms of the voluptuous Mary.

She was ten years younger than her employer and had been his housekeeper for 10 years and his lover for 5.

It began on his 45^th birthday when he had too much wine and he kissed her, and she kissed him back.

Mary was a single parent; her daughter Joanna was now studying medicine in Edinburgh.

At first, they snatched moments here and there, when they found themselves alone, when Joanna was at school, at a friends or working, but in the two years since she went off to Edinburgh they had enjoyed each other whenever and wherever they wanted, and they really wanted to a lot.   

So, when all his lectures were cancelled for the day, he took the opportunity to get home to Dulcet Meadow and spend the day in the loving arms and ample bosom of his Mary.

But when he phoned her from the car, he found out she was in Northchapel visiting her sister who had broken her leg.

He found it hard to hide his disappointment and she promised not to be late back.

By the time he reached Dulcet Meadow it was early afternoon and the sun which had burnt off the early cloud had steadily grown in strength since.

He parked the car on the drive and was surprised to find a green Renault Clio already there, he knew it wasn’t Johanna’s, but he had no idea whose it was.

The other thing he notice was that the French doors were open to the Morning Room, so called as it was the room that got the morning sun, but he used it as his Study. 

He walked towards the open doors and as he was horny and frustrated, he was about to burst in and chastise whoever it was that had violated his inner sanctum.

But as he got closer, he noticed that although the doors were open the curtains were not and he could hear the intruder murmuring inside.

 

So instead of entering the Morning room from the garden he chose to peer through the gap between the curtains and he spied a scene which gave the Professor an instant hard on.
His housekeeper's daughter, Johanna, was sitting in his favourite leather chair.

He loved that chair with its faded and cracked Brown Leather, which was well stuffed and comfortable.

But at that moment he loved it even more as completely unaware of his presence behind the curtains, Johanna sat completely naked, her clothes discarded nearby on the floor and one leg draped over the arm of the chair as she happily pleasured herself.

Her eyes were closed and thinking she was quite alone she fingered herself without a care.
He was very aroused as she wriggled and writhed as she extracted moan after delicious moan from her endeavours as her fingers worked eagerly between her lips at her moist pink flesh.

The professor had discarded his trousers and boxers and had his cock in hand as he stepped silently into the room.
He began tugging on his engorged organ as he stood before her and then she opened her eyes and gasped in surprise.
But she had eyes only for the hand pulling on his rise and she matched the rhythm of her fingering to his masturbation until she motioned to him to come closer to her in the chair.
Still tugging on his organ he approached her and with her free hand she grabbed his erection and pulled it to her mouth.
With one hand he braced himself on the back of the chair while the other one caressed her brown hair.
Suddenly her thighs drew together as she came and as she squirmed in the chair and the moan died in her throat she continued to suck on him.

Johanna suddenly released his cock and jumped up and knelt in the chair and gripped the leather back and presented her moist minge to him.
He stood behind her and fondled her plump white buttocks kneading them like bread dough then he knelt down to lick her moist cunny
“I want you in me now” Johanna snapped
“Don't worry” he replied, “I just want a taste”
“Professor please” she begged so he stood up and put a hand on each cheek, caressing her gently before penetrating her.

Johanna released a fruity chuckle as he slid inside her and his hands played with her breasts as he thrust into her tight young pussy again and again.
He fondled and squeezed her little tits right up to the moment her fit taught young body gave a shudder as she came, and he followed.

He withdrew from her cunny and she collapsed into the chair and curled up in the corner panting and smiling.

He walked to the French doors and closed them in but when he turned around, she had grabbed up all her clothes and was looking coy and beguiling.

“You won’t be needing them” he said thinking that if she didn’t want to go again, he would at least have her mother.

“Unless you don’t want to do it again” He added as he opened the door into the hall.

Johanna had dumped her clothes and pushed past him and ran giggling up the stairs.

“They wouldn’t call me dull if they knew I’d been inside that” he said to himself, they would have been impressed enough to know he was shagging her mother, but bedding mother and daughter would have shown him in a very different light altogether and would have earned him celebrity status.