Choice Tales from the Vale – (062) Reconnections

 

Stephen Tanner lived alone in the village of Sharping-St Mary only a few miles from Purplemere.

He lived in a small three bedroom Tudor cottage which suited him perfectly as he was only 5ft 6 so the low beams didn’t affect him.

He worked in Purplemere three days a week but worked from home the other two.

It was a well-paid job and he was good at it but he didn’t enjoy it and it neither focussed nor fulfilled him.

His mother had phoned him a few days earlier and asked if Nicola De Lorenzo could stay at his for a few days, she was a Christian Missionary in China and she was only back from the missions for about a month, catching up with old friends before she returned to China at the end of December.

Nicola was the daughter of his mums best friend Karen and she was also his first crush and she going to be staying under his roof and Nicola had a lot to answer for, Stephen got his first stalker thinking about her and furthermore he had his first wet dream over Nicola, well not exactly over her obviously, but she was in his dream when he creamed his PJs.

And it was Nicola who was the first to feature in his wank bank.

Nicola was six years older than him and he was smitten with her from the first moment he saw her, and when he thought back to that time he was sure she was with him, but nothing ever happened, apart from a kiss, one single solitary kiss, a kiss that blew his mind.

But when she had stayed with him a month earlier they had finally laid the ghost of their unfulfilled relationship when he laid her on the sofa.

 

It was early Sunday afternoon when he awoke and Nicola was still asleep in bed beside him.

He leant over and kissed her neck and as she stirred he cuddled up behind her.

He must have dozed off again pressed up close behind her and when he woke again her shoulders were shaking,

“Are you crying” he asked

“Yes” she sobbed

“Why?” he asked “what’s wrong?”

“We did a terrible thing” she replied

“It’s was a sin”

“Didn’t it make you feel good?” he asked

“Yes of course it did” she snapped “that just makes it all the more sinful”

“We did something we’d wanted to do for 11 years” he pointed out “it’s not like we rushed into it blindly”

“I know but I still feel guilty” Nicola said “I always feel guilty, whenever I fall from grace, I always feel like this”

Then almost as an afterthought she continued

“Not that I do it often, I’m not a tart”

“I never thought for a moment you were” he reassured her and thought for a minute before he continued

“You have spent your whole life denying yourself, a life spent helping others, putting others first, do you really think God would punish you, a good person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head, if for no other reason than to prove you are still alive”

She just lay there silently but grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and they drifted off to asleep again in that position.

 

When he awoke he was pressed up close behind her and her shoulders were shaking, because she was crying because she felt guilty.

“You have spent your whole life denying yourself, a life spent helping others, putting others first, do you really think God would punish you, a good person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head, if for no other reason than to prove you are still alive”

She just lay there silently but grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and they drifted off to asleep again in that position.

 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept but when he awoke he was surprised and delighted to find Nicola was playing with his cock with one hand while the other one fingered her pussy.

“Mmmmm” she sighed as he kissed her neck and his hand crept up and fondled her breast, she wasn’t enormously well endowed but her nipples were huge and stiff, and as fat as his little finger.

Her areolas were incredibly sensitive and she squirmed and fidgeted as he toyed.

Her fingers were still busily employed between her lips as his hand moved down her belly to replace them with his own.

“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer, arriving first at the thick tangle of pubic hair, a brief pause and then they were awash in her hot juice, slipping and sliding between her lips and he thought his little fallen angel had not toiled in vain by anyone’s standards her pussy was incredibly wet.

Her other hand was still on his cock as her head craned back towards him so her animal moans filled the room as he frigged her until she came.

Her other hand with fingers still moist from her frigging reached between her legs and grabbed his cock from its partner and thrust it roughly into her hot cunny.

Once he was well inside her she gripped the headboard with one hand to brace herself so she could thrust down onto his advance and when she was moaning through gritted teeth she went rigid and screamed.

 

“Mmmmm” Nicola murmured as she relaxed into his arms, and there they lay, at peace in the afterglow, him still inside her, until they went to sleep again.

 

When they eventually emerged from his bed they went downstairs and he cooked them a fried breakfast, he called it breakfast because he didn’t know what else to call a fry up at 4 in the afternoon.

Whatever the proper name was they devoured it heartily.

After their repast and as they had completely slept through the Sunday service and sinned their way through matins they thought they should at least make a concerted effort to attend the evening service.

So Nicola went up to have a bath while he cleared up in the kitchen.

As she was soaking in the tub he did for a moment at least entertain the thought that he might join her there but they would never have made it to church if they had so in the end he jumped in the shower.

 

Nicola went up to have a bath while he cleared up in the kitchen.

As she was soaking in the tub he did for a moment at least entertain the thought that he might join her there but they would never have made it to church if they had so in the end he jumped in the shower.

 

Stephen was sitting downstairs in the lounge wearing his Sunday best when Nicola walked in wearing her best “Sunday go to Meeting” outfit and he thought she looked lovely.

“What do you think?” she asked “Do I look suitably chaste like a Christian Missionary or like a fallen woman with a satisfied “just shagged” look on her face?”

“Oh I think you look like a Christian Missionary with a satisfied “just shagged” look on her face” he replied

“That will suffice then” she said with a smile

 

He had never attended the Sunday Evening service at St Mary’s so he wasn’t sure what to expect but when we walked in there was a surprisingly large congregation and he rather enjoyed it, there was no sermonizing it was all songs and psalms.

Reverend Clarke asked Nicola if she would do a reading and give a brief talk about her Missionary work and at the end of the service the collection plate was pledged to the Mission.

Once they got home, Nicola having reconnected with God at St Mary’s, reconnected with him in his bed.

 

The next morning they rose early, well he always rose early and he gave Nicola the benefit of it before she got up for a shower.

The reason for the early start was that the redoubtable Ms Hicks was collecting her in the Morris Minor at 8 o’clock and whisking her away.

Nicola was only in the UK until December and she had a fairly hectic schedule taking her all-round the country giving talks to raise awareness and hopefully some much needed funds.

 

They shared a final long lingering kiss before he lift arrived and she promised to see him again before she left for China.

As he watched the Morris Minor drive away he recalled one thing Nicola had said to him, which was that he should give more of himself and she gave him a look that said “you give too much of that already”

“If everyone gave one hour a week, what a change could be made to the world”

He wasn’t sure what difference he could make but he thought giving a Missionary a good seeing too had to count for something.

 

And furthermore he did so freely and without precondition, but on reflection he realised that he certainly wasn’t going to redeem himself in the eyes of God no matter what he did but that was no reason not to something, and he hoped to get the chance to do Nicola again very soon.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (335) Home Visit

 

Greg was 6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born and raised in the large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.

His parents had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger, who had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

Greg himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times each year, although since he met fellow Willow native Jane Bloomfield when she was a guest at his Hotel he had more reason to get home more often.

He loved Willow and the village was very close to his heart and he always felt at peace when he was home.

The downside was that it was situated in the Finchbottom Vale, which nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, but however attractive it might have been, it was featureless in many ways and that was a problem for Greg, and that is perhaps why he was drawn  to the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park.

His love affair with the region began when, as a 12 year old boy, his Scout troop had their Summer Camp at Oxley Ridge.  

Following his first adventurous fortnight he returned to the Park whenever he could and after University he used his degree to get a job working in the Park, and after five years, when he heard the owner of the Black Swan was retiring, he bought him out.

But it was his love affair with Jane that drew him back to Willow in October.

 

Greg was only back in Willow for a few days, because he missed being with Jane, and she missed him but because she worked in the Bloomfield Pharmacy with her parents it was more difficult for her to get up to see him, because she worked almost every Saturday and every fourth Sunday it was the Duty Chemist for the area.

So they arranged to meet on Saturday after the shop shut, they couldn’t however meet at his house because his brother Alex was entertaining his girlfriend Clarissa, who was home from University for the weekend, so he was meeting her at her parents flat above the shop, as they were away for the night in Abbottsford, celebrating their anniversary.

When he got to the shop it was in darkness, but he could see lights on in the flat above, so he pressed the button on the intercom, and after thirty seconds a voice said.

“Yes?”

“Hi Hon, it only me” Greg said and the only response was the buzzing of the lock, so he pushed open the door and climbed the stairs, and when he reached the top he found Jane standing pigeon toed in her stocking feet with her hands behind her back with her jet black hair tied in pigtails and she was wearing her old school uniform.

“Hello Mr Monroe” she said in a lispy Violet Elizabeth voice “Mummy and Daddy aren’t here”

“Oh” he said and then it dawned on him that little Janie was in the mood for a little role-play

“Do you like my uniform?” she asked as she closed the door behind him

“Yes you look very pretty” he answered as he took his coat off.

“Would you like to see my toys?” Janie asked

“Yes please” he replied, “I think I’d like that”

“Come on then” she said and darted along the corridor.

As he followed the giggling schoolgirl it occurred to him that he’d never seen her bedroom.

He reached the corner just in time to see Jane skip into her room and he quickly followed her, the room was decorated pretty much exclusively in girlie pink.

She was kneeling on the bed bouncing up and down excitedly and as she bounced so did her huge unfettered breasts.

“Would you like to see my cuddlies?” she asked

“I can already see them,” he said

“My toys” she said and giggled “not my boobies”

“Yes I would like to see them” he replied and Janie turned around and crawled along the bed towards the great pile of soft toys displayed across her pillows affording him a great view of her navy blue knicker covered arse.

“This one is called Bunny, this one is called Henry” she said “and this one is called Charlie”

“Oh, I like Charlie’s” he said as he reached around her and fondled her breasts

“Oh Mr Monroe, I don’t think Mummy and Daddy would like you playing with my cuddlie’s like that” she said

“Well show me more cuddlie’s then” he said, “what’s that one called, right at the other end?”

He reluctantly let go of her tits as she reached over to pick up a threadbare Tiger, and as she did so he reached up under her little plaid skirt and rolled her navy blue knickers off her buttocks.

“Oh Mr Monroe” she said a second before his fingers slipped into her creamy gash and Janie buried her face in the mound of cuddlies and moaned loudly as he buried his fingers into her cunny.

Greg was perfectly positioned behind her, where he could comfortably fiddle with her fanny with his right hand and extricate his cock from his trousers with the left, and It wasn’t long before he brought the naughty little schoolgirl to climax.

“Oh Mr Monroe” she gasped, minus the lisp.

He removed his viscous fingers from her pink moist pussy and using his left hand, guided his cock towards its juicy destination.
“Ohhh” Jane said as he penetrated her, “So good”

Her moans were stifled amongst the Teddy’s as he skewered her syrupy quim and as he shortened his stroke, the bed started to squeak and the headboard began to hit the wall, before Jane screamed a loud muffled scream into her toys and a second later he erupted inside her, and just before he withdrew his sticky shaft from her, he thought to himself that having Jane in her own bed amidst all the soft toys of her childhood was like taking her innocence.

 

On Sunday they spent the afternoon and evening more conventionally in his bed, where words of love were exchanged in the afterglow, while Alex took Clarissa back to Abbottsford.

Uncanny Tales – (28) The Girl in the White Dress

 

It was September 1997; and I was up in London for a meeting with a client in Young Street and I had misjudged the journey time and found myself with sometime to kill.

Princess Diana had died tragically the week before and was lying in Kensington Palace which was only a short walk from my destination.

Although I was not a fan of her, I found her to be manipulative and hypocritical, who would always castigate the media for not respecting her privacy one moment and in the next breath court them to put her latest titbit out in the public domain.

It was however a tragedy and when someone dies before their time there is an added sadness.

So, as I was close by and had time to kill, I decided to go and pay my respects.

It was a glorious day, a real Indian summer day, as I walked through the gardens, and all of a sudden there she was, not Diana obviously, but the girl in the white dress and I was stopped in my tracks.

Not because she was stunningly beautiful, she was indeed an above average, attractive young woman in a long flowing white dress. 

What made her noteworthy was the fact that with the afternoon sun directly behind her, she was suddenly quite naked, to all intents and purposes.

She had stopped to light a cigarette and to the casual observer it would have appeared that I had stopped to watch her smoke it.

Though that wasn’t what I was looking at, and I was not the only man or woman for that matter to be transfixed and mesmerised by what we saw.

This was of course before the fashion of waxing everything had taken hold, certainly with her.

She just continued to stand before us and smoke her cigarette and we just stood there staring.

I don’t quite know how long we would all have stayed there, had a cloud not obscured the sun, but there was an audible sigh from more than one of our group when she was suddenly clothed again.

Sadly, the show was over and we all moved off and as I proceeded to the palace to sign the book of condolence I felt suddenly ashamed at my lascivious behaviour at such a solemn time.

Although the girl in the white dress should have felt more ashamed walking through Kensington Gardens sans underwear.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (061) In Car Entertainment

 

Amy Coates 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 Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD 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.

Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.

She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.

Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.

Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.

He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.

But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.

She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.

After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.

But once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster.

She wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.

And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.

But they didn’t get together every week so she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did.

 

However sometimes there was a fly in the ointment such as a family get together, which although they were enjoyable in their own way, they didn’t allow as much time for humping and pumping as Amy would have liked, especially as she was severely rationed when she and Mark were apart.

 

Sometimes there was a fly in the ointment for Amy and Mark, in relation to satisfying their mutual lust, such as a family get together, which although they were enjoyable in their own way, they didn’t allow as much time for humping and pumping as Amy would have liked, especially as she was severely rationed when she and Mark were apart.

So when in August Mark took Amy to Tipton for the weekend to visit her grandparents so she could introduce them to his fiancé Amy found it extremely frustrating.

 

It all went off quite well but there were no opportunities for naughties, no shagging, or petting or even for that matter snogging.

Because the major downside to the weekend was her grandparents insistence that they slept in separate rooms.

The result of this enforced separation and the fact that they didn’t have a moment to themselves for two days, was that by the time they left on Sunday evening they were both as horny as hell.

According to the satnav the time from her grandparent house to her house in Abbotsford was one hour and fifty-seven minutes, however on that Sunday night driving his father’s Peugeot estate he would have done it in 95 minute, but when they were about twenty minutes from their destination Amy said urgently as she pointed to the left

“Pull in here”

She was pointing at a little lay-by set back from the road.

“Why?”

“Pull in Quick I need to pee”

Mark pulled off the road as instructed and came to a halt.

Amy quickly got out and headed to the nearest bush, so Mark took the opportunity to get out and stretch his legs, he could hear Amy pissing behind a bush, so he walked a little closer, and it was really loud like a horse pissing.

Just then a car went past on the other side of the road and for a split second he could actually see her peeing.

He wasn’t sure why he thought that was so exciting, but he did and he was getting a semi on.

Amy finished peeing and stood up so he went back to the car.

When she got in the passenger seat she was holding her knickers and tights in her hand,

“What did you take those off for?” he asked

“Why do you think?” she answered

“Did you pee on them?”
“No I didn’t,” she replied indignantly

“Then why?”

“So we can have sex” she said and then she kissed him and put her hand on his semi.

“God it doesn’t take much to get you going does it?” Amy said and unzipped his fly and unceremoniously yanked his cock out and went down on him and sucked on him hard, when she came up for air he asked

“Remind me why we’re having sex in the car when we can do it in your bed in less than twenty minutes”

“Because I’m horny now” she said wriggling out of her dress

“No self-control” he told her

“That’s rich” she retorted pulling off her sweater

“I was a virgin until I met you”

“God I’ve created a monster,” he said and sucked on her tits while slipping her two fingers, and that combination did it for her, not only could she not wait until they got home for a good fuck but she couldn’t wait for the foreplay to finish.

She clambered up the seat as a shortcut to the back seat

 

“God I’ve created a monster,” he said and sucked on her tits while slipping her two fingers, and that combination did it for her, not only could she not wait until they got home for a good fuck but she couldn’t wait for the foreplay to finish.

She clambered up the seat as a shortcut to the back seat

“Don’t be daft,” he said, “get out and use the back door”

“I’m naked” she said indignantly

“It’s dark no one will see” he told her

“Sod that, I’m climbing over” she persisted

“Why?”

“I can’t wait” she said “I want it now, get your arse in the back seat”

But in her haste to get into the back seat before Mark, she somehow managed to get her left foot stuck between the driver’s seat and the centre console and furthermore it was stuck fast.

“I said “get out and walk round” but no horny Amy the slut monster knew better” He said rubbing it in

“Just get it out Mark” she snapped

“Ok” he said “just try to relax,”

“Oh very funny”

Well he tried his best to free her foot but it just wouldn’t budge, then in his effort to extricate her he slipped himself and ended up with his face two inches from her hot creamy cunny, so being a horny hot blooded male he took the obvious course of action and noshed it.

Her initial protests in response to his assault on her minge were quickly replaced by pleasurable moans as he frigged her hole with two fingers and lapped up the resulting juice with his tongue

“Oh fuck me Mark, please fuck me,” she screamed

But he thought that was going to be easier said than done, but then he had an idea

“Hold on while I move the seat” he said and reached down and grabbed the handle, yanking it up as he pushed the seat and Amy shot back about eight inches.

He couldn’t move the driver’s seat because of her trapped foot but he was able to recline it a little way without causing her any injury.

However moving the passenger seat afforded him just enough space to be able to get his head and shoulders out through the sunroof and with his feet in the passenger foot well, he was able to slide his cock into her burning pussy.

It wasn’t ideal but she seemed happy, although all Mark could do was put his hands on her hips to steady her and fuck her hard and fast, which he did and they both came in a matter of minutes.

He withdrew from her and slithered back down into the car, he couldn’t resist a quick suck on her cunny lips before he opened the car door and went into the back seat.

He found Amy half in the back looking like she’d been dragged backwards through a hedge.

Her hair was a mess and her tits were just dangling there

“Hi” he said, “How are you doing?”

“Wow” she said, “That was amazing” and she laughed so he leant forward and kissed her.

“Let’s get you unstuck” he said “then I’ll take you home and finish the job”

It took about thirty seconds to free her foot, it seemed that once Amy had cum her lot she relaxed and her foot pretty much freed itself.

“Done” he said sitting in the middle of the back seat and Amy kind of slithered into the back of the car like a snake and latched straight onto his wilting serpent.

“I thought we’d finish at home” Mark said and Amy stopped sucking for a second to reply

“I’m going to finish you here”

Then she slurped on him again.

They finally got into her bed at 3.00am.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (060) Just Enough

Sylvia leant forward, bending at the waist, just enough to tighten the fabric of her jeans, shaping and defining her sculptured buttocks to pert perfection, just enough to stir his ardour.
She leant a little further, just enough to expose some smooth unblemished dusky flesh, and showing above the waistband, the merest glimpse of pale pink panties with white lace trim
showing seductively against her dusky skin. 
Sylvia then straightened up and turned towards him glancing in his direction knowing he was watching, knowing his libidinous thoughts and the effect she was having on him.
She leant forward again, bending at the waist, just enough to fill her gaping blouse with well-rounded beauty, her breasts sitting in pert perfection, round and full encased in pink cups with white lace trim showing seductively against her dusky skin, and beyond the lace a hint of nipple, a glimpse of areola, just enough through the tight well filled fabric, deliciously defined in pink, just enough to further arouse.
Then Sylvia straightened up looking towards him, smiling in his direction knowing he was watching, knowing his libidinous thoughts and knowing the effect she was having on him and Sylvia was liking it.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (059) Wine and Nibbles

 

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 hotel guests, all came with a bed, that he considered fair game.

There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village he had become the prey.

Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, and even more desperate divorcees as well as the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.

One such example was Caroline Darville, she was a School Teacher in Finchbottom, and was recently divorced.

She was, like Gary, in her late twenties, beautiful, brunette, and curvy.

Caroline was also helping to arrange her sister’s wedding and was interested in booking the Clayton Manor.

 

One example of a lusty villager was Caroline Darville, she was a School Teacher in Finchbottom, and was recently divorced.

She was, like Gary, in her late twenties, beautiful, brunette, and curvy.

Caroline was also helping to arrange her sister’s wedding and was interested in booking the Clayton Manor.

 

She had been to the hotel and met with Gary and Blaire but she said her sister had to cancel at the last minute, so she was given the tour anyway.

“We can do you a detailed breakdown of all the various options and send it out to you” Blaire said with super efficiency 

“Oh lovely” she responded and then addressing Gary directly she added “perhaps you could pop it round one evening when my sister is there and we can discuss it”

“Well…” he began

“I can offer wine and nibbles” she said sweetly

So the meeting was arranged and they said goodbye and Blaire said

“Her sisters not going to be there is she?”

“I doubt it very much” he said  

 

Gary arrived at Caroline Darville’s cottage at just after 8 o’clock and he could only see one car outside.

He smiled to himself and knocked on the door, when it opened Caroline was standing there with a broad smile on her face.

“Hello Gary” she said “do come in”

She was wearing a summer dress with a blue and white chef’s apron over the top, and he thought there might be some nibbles after all.

“Go and sit in the lounge and I’ll get the drinks” she said affably “is Red ok?”

“Yes lovely” he replied

Gary sat on the sofa at the end of the room and admired her big arse as walked back to the kitchen.

It was about ten minutes before she reappeared carrying a glass of red wine in each hand and she was completely naked, the only thing she was wearing a smug smile.

Her figure certainly didn’t disappoint and her breasts bounced sympathetically with each step as she got closer and her brunette pubic triangle was a delight.

She handed him one glass and put the other on a side table

“Thank you” he said “can I assume that as you invited me for wine and nibbles, that you are the nibbles”

“Oh no darling” she replied “you are”

And Caroline knelt on the floor in front of him and began undoing his trousers and all the while the smug smile never left her lips.

Once Caroline had successfully extricated his swollen member from his pants her smile changed to a filthy leer and then to his delight her wet mouth enveloped his cock.

“God, I love this village” he said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (058) It Started with a Kiss

 

Carole Bean 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, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD 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.

However of all the girls, Carole found herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.

The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.

But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.

It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.

Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.

 

Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years.

Unsure of their true sexuality they still kept a foot in both camps by dating men as well but when it came down to the sex they still prefered each other.

But after they graduated University they both ended up marrying men and had to content themselves with being friends instead of lovers.

Because two years after she graduated Carole Bean fell head over heels in love with Stewart Simpson and they married a year later.

They were very happy together and it was a good marriage they didn’t have children, but they never had plans for that, and it was unlikely to change in the immediate future so everything in the garden was lovely the only fly in the ointment was the lack of excitement, in the bedroom.

 

Carole’s problem was that she had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with high days and holidays for her husband Stewart the reverse was true, he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time.

It wasn’t that the sex was unpleasant or unfulfilling it was just that he wasn’t a woman and more to the point he wasn’t Claire.

 

The same year that Carole married Stewart, Claire married her cousin James Tebb although their union was not a love match it was one of convenience and the marriage was never consummated as James was very, very gay.

The disposition of Claire’s heart was, as it always had been since she was 18, because her one and only love was Carole.

 

Ever since they graduated Carole and Claire had remained the best of friends but no more than that and other than a peck on the cheek there was no physicality, that is until they were 25 and attending the wedding of their former house mate Alison Holmes to her long time lover Eric Jespersen.

It was late on in the evening after the bride and groom had left.

Claire was on her own as her sham husband was in New York with his boyfriend and she and Carole were outside on the terrace getting some air and Stewart had gone off to the loo.

They had both had a lot of wine and were laughing and joking but suddenly and without warning Claire planted her mouth over Caroles and invaded her mouth with her tongue and Carole responded in kind and it was like it was the first time.

But as the familiar fire began to ignite her loins she came to her senses and broke away. 

“No” Carole said “We cant”

“But you were enjoying it” Claire said

“I know” she said “which is presicely why we mustnt”

“No” Claire retorted angrily “that’s precisely why we should”

Carole shook her head and walked away and Claire shouted after her

“I’ve missed you Carole and I’ve missed your touch”

Carole paused by the door and responded

“And I’ve missed yours”

 

Carole went back inside to find Stewart while Claire stayed on the terrace and cried.

Carole really enjoyed the kiss and she wanted it as much as Claire but she had drawn a line underneath that part of her life.

But the fire that Claire lit inside her during that special kiss had to be quenched by her husband Stewart who was only too pleased to oblige her with an unexpected and very rewarding shag.

 

In the days that followed the kiss on the terrace Carole had numerous missed calls and texts from Claire which she chose to ignore, although in truth she was desperate to see her but she knew if she did she would weaken.

But on Wednesday morning Carole got a text message that she just couldnt ignore. 

The message just read “This is for you”

And then she opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire returned.

 

Carole opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire returned.

Carole studied the image as she decided how to word her reply.

Ten minutes after opening the attachment she typed her reply  

“I want to see more”

She was hoping that her message would prompt further attachments of salacious pictures of Claire but instead she just received another text which read.

“Come to the house at 7 and you will”

 

Carole looked gorgeous when she left the house and for just a moment Stewart wondered if she was dressed up for the benefit of someone else, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it entered his mind.

After all Carole had a very low sex drive and didn’t really like sex that much.

And of course he was right, Carol was not seeing another man, there was no point, she had a man, a good man, a kind and loving man who she loved very much and making love with him was very good, she certainly couldn’t do any better elsewhere.

Carole had discovered while at University, at the hand of Claire Jarvis that she liked her bread buttered on the other side and so it was with lustful thoughts and wet knickers that Carole drove from Childean to Purplemere.

It was a beautiful summer evening and the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was everywhere, drifting on the evening breeze, filling Carole’s nostrils and catching in her dry throat, dry from nerves.
There were drinks on the patio table so she picked one up and the ice in the glass chinked out a melody.

 

Through the open French window, the sun streamed into the room, spreading across Claire’s semi recumbent form, bathing her pale porcelain skin in its yellow glow and Carole was as hot as the sun.

She looked on with delight at Claire’s perfect sensual beauty and as she marvelled at the sight her loins filled afresh with lust and an unquenchable desire forged of steel and fire as her hungry eyes consumed her treasures and she felt no shame at the beholding of her
the roundness of her breasts surmounted by stiffened nipples aroused either by the cooling air or at the knowledge of Carole’s gaze.
Carole stepped in through the French doors and slipped of her little black dress and but for stockings she was naked. 

Claire looked up at her with beguiling eyes and Carole knelt beside the couch her goddess was draped upon and then she covered her smooth silken skin with kisses, soft and feather light and feasted on the delicacies she had not tasted for three long years.

 

From that night on she led a double life, dutiful wife to husband Stewart for five days but for two nights she was Claire’s lesbian lover and every time she had to go away on business, or a seminar, or shopping trips with friends she always ended up in bed with Claire.