Choice Tales from the Vale – (053) Long Tall Sally

Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.

In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.

He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.

Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.

So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.

When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so. 

 

There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.

Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.

 

But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants that he considered fair game.

There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as they all came with a bed.

One such easy target was a regular visitor call Anna Fulbrook who was a 30 something entrepreneur with pots of money.

The staff called her Long Tall Sally, because she was a tall woman, six foot one, stick thin, with little or no visible bust line, and she had no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a boy, especially with her short brown hair and huge feet.

She looked younger than she was by about five years and she had a pretty face, which was even prettier when she smiled which she always did when Gary was around.

She had been a regular for several years but since his arrival at the helm her regular visits had doubled after she first got to know him properly.

It happened after a business meeting in her suite, she always took one of the Palace suites which had in addition to the normal facilities in a hotel room and sitting room and an office come meeting room which enabled her to hold business meetings in her suite.

 

Gary Playford happened to be on the same floor as Anna Fulbrook’s suite, patrolling his domain, although his assistant manager Blaire preferred to call it prowling for victims, when the meeting broke up and it was quite obvious that all had not gone well.

Three red faced men emerged muttering and a fourth came out and kicked a fire bucket.

He was not enamoured with their behaviour but he was more concerned with what may have happened on the other side of the door to Anna Fulbrook.

He knocked on the door and was releived to hear Anna say

“Come in”

He opened the door and found Long Tall Sally sitting on the desk.

“Is everything ok” he asked

“Yes” she replied “it’s the same old story I’m afraid, they still think it’s a man’s world, and they don’t like it when the little woman tells them that it’s not”

“Little woman?” he asked and they both laughed

“Ok I admit that’s a bad turn of phrase” Anna said still laughing

“The truth is that half of the men I have to deal with think I’m a brainless bimbo and the other half think I’m a lesbian” 

Gary nodded as he digested her words and then Anna suddenly became concerned that he might actually think that she was a lesbian and so she kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back until he fell back in a chair and she invaded his mouth with her tongue.

“I’m not a lesbian” she said between kisses

“I guess not” he replied and she stuck her tongue back in his mouth.

This was not how he envisaged things going and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted it to proceed at that moment but the kiss was good.

“She’s not your type” a voice said in his head “Who are you trying to kid, she’s got a pulse hasn’t she?” he answered.

Anna climbed onto his lap and she had him trapped, so he did the noble thing and resisted no more and decided to adopt a more hands on approach and got one hand on what transpired to be a braless breast and the other on her surprisingly tender bum.

On its way to her fleshy cheek it surveyed the landscape and found the dress she was wearing was seamless.

As his other hand toyed with her seriously aroused nipple he thought even a skinny Minnie like Anna couldn’t pull that kind of garment on over her head, so he was at a loss as to how he would get into it.

And then as if he had conveyed his concern telepathically she sat bolt upright on his lap and reached down to the hem and unzipped about 12” of it along the side seem giving the appearance of a slit and exposed her long thigh.

As she resumed her previous position he thought he was sure that the zip would go a lot high that that so once they had settled back down to the comfortable kissing they had been indulging in before, his hand left her nipple and travelled down to her knee, which if he was not mistaken trembled slightly beneath his touch.

 

Gary slid his palm from her knee up the long limb with the softness of her 200 denier tights covering the firm thigh exposed by the open zip along its full length to the top of her leg and he found the zip moved so he pushed it upwards higher and higher and higher until it came to a stop just below her armpit.

He could see a shard of pink flesh stretching from the waist band of her tights up to her ribcage.

Gary prided himself in doing his partner full justice and he would normally do things by the numbers, teasing and toying their treasures bringing them slowly to the boil before delivering the coup-de-grâce.

But Anna, ever in control, took control and she jumped up from his lap and deftly discarded the remnants of her dress.  

and she briefly stood in front of him wearing expensive 200 denier black tights over what he presumed were expensive knickers and then his eyes were drawn to her soft little tits surmounted by needle sharp nipples, which did their tiny dance as she slipped out of her tights and knickers and he was looking at the hairiest beaver he had ever seen, and it formed a huge triangle occupying the whole of her pelvic region, it was magnificent, so thick and curly that it momentarily distracted him.

“Come on Gary your turn” she said and pull him upright from the chair and proceeded to undress him and when she had stripped him down to his socks she pushed him back in to the chair.

“Very nice” she said and climbed aboard and sliding herself down his shaft.

Once he was plugged into her the tigress of the board room was purring like a pussycat as she rose and fell on him.

Her long legs were wrapped around the chair with her big flipper feet hooked behind the legs and she was gripping the chair behind his head and banging down on him like a jack hammer and all he could do was hang on to her little boyish arse and add to the animalistic cacophony with his own moaning until that perfect moment when she came noisily and milked every drop from him.

 

As he sat in the chair beneath her he thought he would definitely like to reprise that performance.

“Now you know I’m not a lesbian” she said panting hard and kissed him before sliding herself off his wilting manhood.

And as she stood in front of him he couldn’t take his eyes off her glorious beaver. 

“You’re bush is magnificent” he said awestruck

She looked down at the hairy beast and said

“Yes” she agreed “I have to maintain a hairy one otherwise you wouldn’t know which way I was facing” and then she laughed so hard her tiny little tits jiggled and he joined in.

That was the first of many occasion that he saw Long Tall Sally and her thick hairy bush.

She still wasn’t really his type but he made an exception in her case, because she was such a good fuck.  

Uncanny Tales – (25) It All Comes Out In the Wash

 

Sally was lying beneath the duvet and through the wall she could hear him in the shower and she envied every droplet of water as it ran over his naked skin.

She had loved him since she was eleven years old and now she was almost twenty she wanted him with every fibre of her being.

 

“He” was Danny, the elder brother of Sally’s best friend Erin, who at the age of 18 had, to all intents and purposes, become the father of his 11 year old sister.

Their parents were killed in a car crash on the M6 and all his hopes and dreams for the future died with them.

His plans to go to University and what that might have led to were set aside in order for him to raise his little sister.

The early years of his enforced parenthood he was consumed by his new responsibilities, running the home, nurturing Erin and holding down a job.

The only saving grace from being weighed down by responsibility’s at such a young age was that he was a stronger person for the experience and Erin was everything their parents would have wished her to be, and he was proud of the result.

His sacrifice had allowed her to follow her dreams and she was now at University with Sally.

 

In the warmth of her bed Sally felt aroused as she listened to the water washing over him.

Her flesh tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her nipples erected as she felt that tell-tale feeling as the warmth built within her

 

The water stopped and the foot fall told her he had stepped out of the shower and she pictured his naked form as he did so. 

Just a thin stud wall separated her eager want from the object of her lustful desire.

She could see in her mind’s eye each droplet of water dripping from his torso and her hand travelled purposely across her belly and slipped inside her shorts where her finger went quickly between her moist lips and she was as wet as him.

 

The door suddenly opened and she heard herself gasp as he walked into the room but her finger lingered between her greasy lips.

She clenched her buttocks tightly and grasped her thighs firmly around her hand

But as she watched him across the room her slender digits moved involuntarily and she continued to stroke herself.

 

Danny began picking up the laundry that had been discarded in and around the wash bin.

There was always plenty of it when Erin was back from Uni and even more whenever Sally slept over.

Sally and Erin had been best friend since forever and over the years she had been a regular house guest.

They’d been back from University for a week and the washing had already built up and this was the first opportunity he’d had to get to grips with it.

But as it was Saturday and the girls had gone to a party the night before and had stayed over at the home of another friend, he thought he should make a start on the washing.

As he went through the assorted jeans, T-shirts and lingerie, he thought how quickly time passed by and how quickly his sister and her best friend had grown up.

He smiled to himself as he remembered Erin’s first Bra, which was a purely cosmetic device of course when she was twelve.

Then as she grew she went through various stages of padded enhancements and eventually to the full cupped and underwired contraptions she wore today.

It was the same with her pants, in the early days they were childishly embellished with flowers or colourful characters, and then progressed through to practical pants and onto more sophisticated items, before progressing on to the skimpy things of lace and bows.

His little sister was a grown woman now.

 

She watched as he stood across the room in the half light, his upper body still damp, a towel wrapped around the lower.

He was standing sorting laundry into baskets of light and dark and as he held a pair of pink knickers she recognised them as her own and she wished she was wearing them at that moment and her arousal deepened.

 

He held the pink panties briefly in his hand before dropping them into the appropriate pile, then a red pair, then pale blue silk, followed by black lace.

 

Sally watched as he handled her knickers one pair after another and she bit her lip, she had never been so turned on, as her finger was still engaged between her juicy lips, she knew she should stop but she just couldn’t.

 

As Danny was methodically sorting the mountain of dirty washing, he had no idea she was laying there in the gloom or what she was doing there beneath the duvet, she and Erin were supposed to be sleeping over at Karen’s some 20 miles away.

Had he known she was there he would not have entered the room especially wearing nothing but a towel, he would have been too self-conscious.

He had known her since she was an awkward clumsy eleven year old girl who seemed to spend her entire time either falling over or picking herself up and showing off her floral knickers in the process.

But she was a young woman now and Sally was a far cry from the klutzy eleven year old in flowered briefs, she had grown up to become a swan.

He could never tell her that though, nor could he tell his sister how he felt about her best friend.

 

God how she wanted to finish herself off right there, but she couldn’t with him standing there.

But she didn’t want him to leave, because touching herself with him so close was so exciting, she had never felt so hot and horny as she was at that moment.

 

Danny fished out the last item from the bottom of the bin and turned to leave the room when Sally let out an involuntary moan and he turned around.

“Is that you Sal?” he asked

Sally bit hard on her lip after her exclamation but was still unable to halt her fingering

“Yes” she replied through clenched teeth

He walked to the window and opened one curtain, spilling weak winter light into the room.

It lit across the rumpled screwed up duvet and a shapeless bulge beneath it.

“I thought you and Erin were staying over at Karen’s” Danny said

“Erin did” she gasped “but I didn’t fancy it”

Each word was spoken through gritted teeth and were slow and laboured and she was squirming beneath the duvet.

He took a hand full of duvet and through it aside revealing Sally’s lustful pose.

Her nipples were standing proud through her pyjama top and her right hand was still inside her shorts.

Instead of feeling embarrassment, Sally’s exposure before the object of her lust merely turned her on even more and her finger still lingered busily between her lips.

It was there that his is eyes were drawn, that place were the fabric of her shorts moved to rhythm of her busy fingers as she frigged herself before him.

As he stood there, he felt a passion welling up in him, a passion he had suppressed over the last two years which he dare not have hoped to have acted upon until that moment.

He watched her and she reached out her left hand and tugged at the towel wrapped around him until it fell away, and then the want that had simmered for so long between them finally came to the boil.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (052) Things that go bump in the Night

 

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.

 

It was getting late and Alison decided to walk back to the flats along the wooded path that meandered through the woods that bordered the park.

She was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.

She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure.

 

Alison was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.

She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure who she knocked off their feet and then ended up on top of them.

So she had her assailant pinned to the ground and winded so using her trusty torch she shone it in their face and was surprised to see it was Eric Jespersen, a Danish exchange student who was on the same course as her.

Alison had fancied him since she first saw him but he was out of her league so she just admired him from afar.

But due to a serendipitous happenstance she now had him flat on his back in the park, and that was a game changer, and she thought she could detect the tell-tale odour of chlorine.

“Have you been swimming Eric?” she asked

“Yes” he replied surprised at the question though not as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth and inserted her tongue quite expertly into his mouth, and his surprise continued when he found himself kissing her back.

It was a surprise to him because Alison Holmes was a rather plain skinny girl, she was a nice girl, but she was not his type.

He did think her eyes were stunning and she had nice legs and she also had beautiful blonde hair but he was Danish so blonde hair didn’t impress him.

The surprise was finding her on top of him and having her initiate a rather pleasing engagement of tongue which he was really enjoying.

Which he wasn’t expecting and nor was he expecting what happen next, which was for her hand to unzip his fly and pull out his Danish semi erect cock out through the opening, which didn’t stay semi for long as she expertly handled his not inconsiderably sized lump of Danish Pork.

But it was it was at the moment she had stroked his meat up to full size that she stopped, startled by a noise in the wood, and quickly stood up and he noticed that as she stood up one of her shoes was missing, it had obviously come off her foot when they both fell.

Alison backed into the shadow of an old, twisted oak and to her delight he joined her there, his erection still protruding from his open fly.

They stood there in close proximity, neither speaking in the darkness and the only sound was her quick and shallow breathing.

After a minute or so, she was satisfied that no one else was in the wood she returned her lips to his and her hand went straight back to his shaft and tugged on it roughly.

Eric fumbled inside her clothes and unhooked her bra and moved instantly to her breasts.

She had perfect little tits, and her nipples were as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.

Alison’s kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more taught so he began to hoist up her skirt until he could gain access to her underwear.

 

Eric yanked down her tights, which gave little resistance over her narrow hips and boney arse and the white cotton panties quickly followed suit.

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

Erik then ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and fondled her pert little arse.

It was a nice arse, soft and squeezable but Eric soon worked his way teasingly through her generous thicket and slid his fingers in between her juicy lips.

Alison was still kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose.

She released her firm grip on his tool and used that hand to undo his trouser button and then she yanked down his Chinos and boxers and bared his muscular arse.

Eric took this as a sign and removed his sticky fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the tree behind her and Alison’s narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly in the crook of the oak.

But she kept her thighs together when he had her in position

“Am I just going to be another conquest Eric?” she asked

“Just another notch on your headboard”

“It depends” he said truthfully

“On what?”

“On how good you are” he replied

“How am I doing so far?”

“One mark away from a first” Eric said

“Let’s go for it then” she said and opened up for him and he slid his cock comfortably into her.

The way she received his offering, the way she wrapped herself around him pulling him deeper into her, he knew she had received others before him.

So he went at her greedily, Alison’s legs wrapped around his hips like a vice, and her skinny arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, growling out contentment to his rhythmic penetrations, and as Eric pumped into her harder and faster these turned to guttural groans as her pleasure heightened frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed into the darkness as he shot.

They stayed in their final position for several minutes, panting loudly, his large Danish cock still twitching inside her pussy, and he could feel her muscles contracting around his shaft and made several long pleasurable languorous sighs and he kissed her neck and she hugged him tight.

 

They dressed quickly in the dark although Alison went home with her knickers and tights in her handbag.

Eric walked her to her block, and they kissed in the shadows

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

“Oh yes, we can” Alison replied

 

“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house

“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied

“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified

“You could have been attacked” Amy added

Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.

GODDESS SEDUCTION

 

The first embrace

Of my seduction,

And the gentle passion

Of her kiss,

Quickened my pulse,

Electrified me.

Her unbuttoning my blouse

Met with compliance

And her hands,

As if gloved in velvet

Slid across my silken skin

Mapping my contours

Every sweep and curve of me

I felt her velvet touch

On my breasts

Teasing me, pleasing me

Tingling traversed my spine

Then warm breath, soft lips

On my proud pink tips

Before the moist heat

Of her warm honey mouth

Enveloped me

My mind was in a whirl

As this sensuous girl

Made love to me

An unknown sensuality

I never knew such a feeling

Erotic, toe curling

Getting me hot, getting me wet

I submitted to her

In guiltless acquiescence

As she undressed me.

Her lips began their journey

Kissing their way, to where?

Her mouth soft and tender

Traced in kisses

Around my ribcage 

Oh my god, to there

Will she kiss me there?

My body shivered, quivered.

My skin tingled

As I felt her breath

On the soft down of my belly

Should I let her?

Should I let her kiss me there?

I squirmed beneath her

My head swimming

My body burned for her,

Ached and yearned for her

I felt her breathe against my fur

Her cheek lay against my thigh

I yielded to the goddess

Opened like a portal

Delivered myself to her

In all my vulnerability

And she delivered ecstasy

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (051) I Saw You in a Different Light Today

 

I saw you in a different light today as you walked through the village of Dulcet Green when for first time you were a dazzling light of femininity, not the normal little tomboy in the cargo pants and baggy T-shirt.

The usual beaten up old trainers had been replaced by four inch heels which shaped those normally concealed legs, whose black clad debut couldn’t fail to appeal.

The sheer black of your stocking sheathed limbs that disappeared beneath the tailored hem of a skirt that fitted your hitherto, unknown curves, accentuating glorious hips, shapely thighs and of course well rounded buttocks.

And tucked into the tiniest of waistbands was a crisp white blouse tailored to fit your ample treasures, once well buried, and buttoned at the wrist and open at the neck, three buttons undone buttons so that it gaped to show it contents.

 

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 my lips but are now kissing my breasts and as you take my nipple in your mouth your fingers are awash within me. 

THEIR FIRST TIME

 

Safe in the darkness

Modesty abates,

Inhibitions melt away,

Mouths engage

Tongues employ,

Eager hands explore

In clumsy groping

Of eager young flesh.

Clinging together,

Writhing in unison,

Moaning, panting, gasping

The language of lust

Fluently uttered,

Peaking to imminent crescendo

With uncontrollable desire,

The throb and ache of want,

For final urgent coupling

In their gluttonous consumption

To attain satisfaction

Choice Tales from the Vale – (050) Jumping to Conclusions

 

Bob King’s boss said

“Bob, go to the he replied Clayton Manor Hotel and meet a new client”

“Sure, who am I meeting” he asked

“Sam Barraclough”
A lunchtime meeting at the Clayton Manor was one of the few perks his job had to offer so why wouldn’t he jump at the chance.

And it meant he would be out of the office most of the day as Clayton was an hour and a half drive from Abbottsford even on a good day.
With a name like Sam Barraclough, he was expecting to meet a Yorkshire man with whippet on a lead, with a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee, a dour Yorkshireman wearing a cloth cap and a tweed jacket.

Bob was certainly not prepared for who it was that was actually waiting to greet him in reception, the whippet wielding Yorkshireman turned out to be a very pretty young woman by the name of Samantha, who was a petite young blonde, and was stunningly beautiful, that would teach him to jump to conclusions.
Bob was instantly spellbound by the delicious creature as she introduced herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello.
And in response he stuttered out his own introduction and the beautiful young woman offered her hand to him in greeting and he accepted it gladly.

Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and it gripped his firmly and in his large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child.

In silence they continued to shake hands and they both smiled and held each other's gaze and hand perhaps slightly too long and they both laughed nervously and Samantha’s cheeks blushed brightly.
“I have a meeting room booked, do you want to follow me” She said and even her voice was beautiful, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around.

It was certainly no chore as he followed her, walking through a cloud of exotic heady fragrance left in her beauteous wake.

She went out though the door and silently led him down a corridor in the direction of the meeting rooms and as he followed he was mesmerized by her perfect form and was happily admiring its perfection.
Even wearing four-inch heels he marvelled at her daintiness as even in heels she only reached the dizzy height of five foot three.
Her straight blonde hair cascaded softly onto the shoulders of her fitted silk blouse which perfectly complemented her waif like frame.
Samantha had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing and pert round buttocks contained within the expensive tailored skirt and then the shapely legs, clad in stockings unless he was mistaken, and the overall effect was stunning and he was absolutely smitten.
As she passed an open door, sunlight illuminated her form through silk and cotton and the sudden transparency left nothing at all to Bob’s imagination and she continued walking seemingly oblivious to the effect she had achieved on the red-blooded man in her wake.

Not out of conceit she just wouldn’t have believed it possible that she could leave grown men breathless.

 

Samantha pushed open the meeting room door and held it open for Bob to enter

“Thank you” he said and once again their eyes met and they held each other’s gaze a moment to long once more and both blushed again.   
Samantha stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards him as the room was flooded with sunlight which caused the illumination of her fine breasts for Bob to see, an opportunity he did not pass up.
The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on the arm of the chair as she prepared to seat herself and showed him a tantalising glimpse of stocking top which to his delight confirmed the suspicion that he had earlier.
Effortlessly and elegantly she slipped into the vacant chair and gestured for him to sit beside her in the neighbouring chair.
Samantha was neither coy nor reticent as she sat straight-backed, upright, confident and proud and her beautiful cultured voice was strangely hypnotic, clear, and crisp but not loud and once again he was completely enveloped in her intoxicating scent as she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the relevant documents.
She was like a precious work of art that he had admired from a distance but sitting next to her he could examine her in fine detail, every brushstroke, and every nuance.
Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine golden rain and as she moved the sun was highlighting the strands like spun gold again and again.
The golden rain tumbled down to caress the nape of her neck and coming to rest on her soft silk covered shoulders.

Bob could barely concentrate on the documents as he was transfixed by the vision of her golden hair framing her pretty face.

A face of pale alabaster, pale like the porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace and her eyes, stunning and captivating, were of translucent green and her nose was small and angular sat perfectly in its place.

Her mouth was small and narrow but her lips were full and luscious and as she spoke, her pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuously.

When their eyes met, however fleetingly it might be they both blushed to their roots and then a smile danced about her mouth provocatively.
He left no element of the perfect whole unscrutinised and turned his attention to her slim pale arms, naked and bare where the suns illumination highlighted like white gold the downy hair upon them.
And her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim with no bitten or false nails just naturally well cared for and prim.
Also no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewellery at all, But then to Bob’s mind no jewellery could ever improve on the perfection of her beauty.

Suddenly she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.

 

Samantha suddenly dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.

But then she caught him letching at her and smiled as he averted his gaze and making him feel like a naughty schoolboy. but then it was her milky white flesh that blushed in a crimson blaze.
Alas all too soon their short business meeting was at a close and done and he felt her soft delicate hand in his again but he was so blinded by her beauty and so intoxicated by her sweet perfume he could barely stammer out a sentence.

“We will have to arrange another meeting because I’m not sure you were really paying attention” she said “Well not to my presentation anyway”

“No I’m sorry about that, I’m normally much more professional than this” he said as she slipped the documents back into her briefcase.

“That’s ok” She said “I’m not offended”

And then she snapped her briefcase shut and added

“Well now that the meeting is officially at an end I don’t feel that my professionalism is in anyway compromised and so with a clear conscience I can do this”

And Samantha went up on her tip toes and kissed his mouth with her pale pink lips, at first soft and gentle like the touch of a butterfly’s wing and then with real passion as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and he was enveloped in her intoxicating perfume and her passionate embrace.

As he began to get control of his faculties and he came to terms with the fact that a beautiful, intelligent, classy and quite frankly drop dead gorgeous young woman was invading his mouth with her tongue.

He was suddenly like a child in a sweet shop and had just been told to take his pick.

First of all he decided he should join the party in earnest and kiss her with equal vigour and this was met with her acquiescence as Samantha, still on tiptoes, wrapped her slim naked arms around his neck.

His head started swimming as his hands slid down her back and settled on her cute cheeks, at first he thought it must have been her exotic fragrance lingering about him, but he soon realised that it was because all of his blood was heading south.

Things like this didn’t happen to him, if anyone had witnessed them in their embrace they would have unanimously said that he was punching well above his weight.

Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was middling.

He was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday and he was snogging an absolute beauty of about five years younger.

Bod had reached the point where he wanted to get inside her clothes but didn’t want to break the spell.

But so much blood was rushing to his nether regions that his legs were likely to buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.

 

So much blood was rushing to Bob’s nether regions that his legs were likely to buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.

“Nicely done” she said briefly disengaging from his mouth.

He would have thanked her but her mouth was on his again before he got the chance.

“Breast or leg? Breast or leg?” he kept reciting in his head as his hands caressed up and down her slender frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttock.

She was still fervently kissing him, her tongue like a striking serpent and her lips attached to his mouth like a limpet and her nostrils began snorting in air.

He made his decision and his caressing hand slid slowly up to cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast through her clothes.

 

He began unbuttoning her blouse but she stopped him in his tracks

“No” she said and Bob thought “that’s it, the shows over”

“Not here” she continued

“I’m staying at the hotel” she added and then blushed 

And then for the second time that day she led him on a walk through the hotel, only this time she led him by the hand and at a much faster pace.

 

When they arrived at the room, and for the first time Sam showed signs that she was not quite as composed as she had appeared to be, because her hand was shaking as she fumbled in her bag for her key card.

Bob noticed her trembling hand and was himself tingling with anticipation, already imagining what delights awaited him once they got in the room, but having retrieved it from her bag Sam was having trouble with the electronic key.

“Would you like me to try?” he asked as Sam struggled with the lock.

But she just paused and took a deep breath and it worked, the light turned green, the lock clicked and the door opened.

Her shoulders relaxed, Samantha regained her composure and she strode purposefully inside and coolly deposited her briefcase on the shelf and he followed her into the room a little less confidently.

 

Samantha proceeded into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed where she paused before turning to face him.

She closed her eyes and took another deep breath and said

“I just want to say that this is completely out of character for me” she blurted out before she breathed deeply again

“And I don’t want you to think I make a habit of this”

She said and wriggled out of her skirt, it reached the floor and she stepped out of it daintily and kicked it away with her stiletto heeled foot.

Bob could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at her feet and blushed.

 

Bob could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at her feet and blushed.

He stepped towards her without hesitation and gently lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes.  

“I’m sorry” Bob said “you are just so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off you”

And then he kissed her, it was a warm sensual kiss with probing tongues of passion and he began unbuttoning her blouse again but she stopped him in his tracks once more.

“No” she said but this time with a wicked leer on her sweet face “Let me”

“Ok” he agreed

“Sit on the bed” she instructed and Bob complied.

Samantha then tottered on her heels so she was facing him and began to unbutton her white blouse slowly and deliberately but as each button of the blouse succumbed it only offered him fleeting glimpses of its contents.

When she attended to the last button she was suddenly overcome by shyness and launched herself into his arms and Samantha’s arms gripped him like a bear trap around the neck and said

“You’ll have to do the rest”

“My pleasure” he replied as his hands caressed up and down her skinny frame and she was nibbling and licking his ear by the time they settled on her tight little buttocks.

She stopped attending to his ear as his hands progressed from her delicious silk covered cheeks to slip beneath her blouse and caressed her naked skin.

Sitting on the end of the bed the diminutive little blonde was above him, and kissed down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent.

He deftly unhooked her bra, with her lips still pressing on his, and as his large paws made contact with the soft firm flesh of her breasts she murmured in his mouth and snorted air through her nostrils.

Bob pushed her away from him and a look of alarm spread across her face and she bit her lip and tried to cover herself.

“No don’t do that” he said softly yet firmly “take it off”

Samantha stopped biting her lip and smiled as she slipped off her blouse and quickly closed the distance between them.

“Not so fast” he said “the bra as well”

She managed to comply without moving and then tried to kiss him again but Bob kissed her neck instead.

Samantha didn’t like the fact he wouldn’t let her kiss him it was the one thing she was really good at.

She wasn’t very experienced with sex and most of the experience’s she had had weren’t really memorable, looking as she did she had always attracted men, the problem was she chose the wrong ones, that was why she was attracted to Bob because he wasn’t the “type” of man she normally went for.

Her disappointment over the kissing was short lived once she realised he wasn’t interested in her neck, that was just a starting point from where he kissed her alabaster skin with soft feather light kisses gently and tenderly.

 

Samantha was breathing deeply as he kissed her skin and her chest was rising and falling as his lips reached her treasures.

Bob kissed her breasts and his tongue flicked around her proud nipples before he took them in his mouth in turn.

When he had finished with them he let her nipple pop out of his mouth and looked up at her with a smile.  

Samantha returned his smile and tried to kiss him again and this time he let her as his hands settled on her stocking tops.

And as her tongue re-explored his mouth his hand explored her thighs and as his fingers reached her silk panties he found a wet patch and she moaned in his mouth and as he rubbed her through the silk and made it even wetter as she moaned again, and even her moans were perfect, dripping with class and refinement which aroused him even more.

Another exclamation of pleasure escaped her in response to his touch as she buried her sweet face deep in his neck and wrapped her limbs about him but he could still hear her sweet murmuring as he continued to stroke at her continuing wetness.

Her murmurs turned to rich velvet whimpers as he continued rubbing her, bringing her rapidly to the sweet abyss of orgasm until she squealed and she came deliciously beneath his touch and her thigh’s closed tight on his hand at the point of climax.

But she released it as Bob gave Samantha a soft and gentle kiss and Sam responded further by trying to undo his belt, but her hands were trembling so much that she couldn’t do it and she was getting increasingly frustrated.

“Let me” he said and kissed her before sitting her on the bed beside him.

“But I want to” she insisted

“Then let me help” he replied

Bob knelt in front of her and shared a long lingering kiss before he loosened his belt.

At that point he let Samantha take over and he rested his hands on her knees as she fumbled at his belt with a look of intense concentration on her face and her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth.

After the belt she tackled his trouser button and then the zip.

And finally she pulled his trousers and pants off his buttocks and released her prey.

“There” Samantha said proudly and he kissed her smiling lips and she gently stroked his shaft until the moment came that they had both been waiting for.

Bob pushed her gently back on the bed and pushed her thighs apart and pulled the expensive silk knickers to one side with his thumb and saw her neatly trimmed bush for the first time before he went up her knicker leg and into her hot tender loins.

He looked down on her as she wriggled and squirmed like a fish on the river bank as the most sensual sounds of pleasure emanated from her.

Until finally she released a cultured scream and her body shuddered in ecstasy only moments before Bob’s blissful arrival.

Samantha lay stretched out on the bed with Bob still inside her and as she lay there panting and sighing and she was finally fulfilled.

“This one’s a keeper” she said to herself as she looked up at her deliverer and he smiled at her.

It marked a new chapter in Samantha’s life

“This time was memorable” she said to herself and giggled and so was the next.