Choice Tales from the Vale – (095) Guardian Angel

Paul Freathy was 26 years old, single and lived alone in Dulcet St Mary.

He was a good man, very community spirited and did a lot of volunteer work.

Most of which was either directly or indirectly church related, soup kitchen, St Mary’s charity shop and the Roving Angels.

The Roving Angels had been in existence for about two years and was similar to the Street Angels, Street Pastors and other groups that had sprung up all across the UK in the previous 10 or 20 years and he was asked to join when they started up in Finchbottom and being community spirited he did.

 

He left the house in his uniform, worn over several layers including Long John’s and inside the stout boots were two pairs of socks.

As it was forecast to be minus 6 wind chill that night I was going to need every stitch to keep warm so he donned a woollen hat, scarf and gloves.

 

The Roving Angels had made a really positive impact on crime and antisocial behaviour in Finchbottom town centre over their first two years particularly in the general vicinity of the bars and clubs.

They provide a calming presence on the streets late at night in situations where a police uniform might have the opposite effect.

In the two years since they began in the town, Roving Angels had contributed to a 29% fall in public place violence on the weekends.

It was a bitterly cold night at the beginning of a long shift starting at 10pm and possibly finishing as late as 4am when it would probably be even colder.

It was an uneventful patrol which saw his partner Owen taking the lead with him carrying the back pack full of Flip flops, lollipops, space blankets and the first aid kit.

So after the first uneventful hour there was an hour of coffee and chat in the council building then out again at midnight until one.

This also proved to be rather uneventful in fact Owen said he had never known it so quiet, they concluded it must be the low temperature as nobody was hanging around.

On their last lap around the town centre they did come upon a group of girls who had just spilled out of one bar and were negotiating with the bouncers to get in another one and on the periphery of the group was a face he recognised.

“Hello Paul” Samantha Dornan said a little tipsy

“Hello Sam” he replied

Sam Dornan was a couple of years younger than him, slim five foot four with long brown hair and hazel eyes, and his ex-girlfriend, his first girlfriend in fact.

And when he was 18 he took her virginity and she took his.   

He really loved her but while he was away at University they drifted apart which he had always regretted because he still loved her.

It was when she spoke to him that he noticed a small group of lads lurking in the shadows.

“Are you on your own?” He asked, “Where’s Bella?”

Bella was her best friend.

She nodded in response to the first question and shrugged at the second, which he interpreted to mean they had had a falling out.

“You make sure you get a cab home,” he told her glancing at the group of lads

“Ok” she answered

“Have you got enough money?” he asked

“Yes Paul” she replied

“What’s it got to do with you?” a loud mouthed girl from the main group said

“Creepy bastard”

“That’s enough of that if you want to get in here,” the bouncer said and they all filed into the pub, Sam included, and then the group of lads emerged from the shadows and also entered the pub.

“You know her then” Owen said as they headed back to the office.

“Yes” he replied, “Sam Dornan, she lives in the next village from me, Dulcet Meadow”

“Tell me more” he persisted

“Ex-Girlfriend” he replied “The one that got away

 

They were mightily relieved to get back inside at one o’clock, as they were frozen.

It took almost all the next hour to thaw out and he was not looking forward to another shift and he was very pleased when the Supervisor announced that they would be finishing at 3am, because it was so cold, made worse by wintry showers, no one was hanging around to cause trouble so his final patrol was deemed unnecessary.

With that news Owen and Paul said their farewells and headed out towards the car park.

They were parked within a few cars of each other and after a brief chat Owen got in his vehicle and had driven out of the car park before Paul had even started the engine.

Once the motor had warmed up a bit and hot air started to blow through the vents he got out and took off his coat and fleece.

He knew from the journey over, that once the heater got running full throttle it would be too hot with them on.

As luck would have it his route took him past the railway station and the taxi rank and as he reached the former he noticed Sam staggering towards the latter.

And more alarmingly just behind her was the small bunch of lads he had seen earlier.

He pulled up just ahead of her and wound down the window.

“Do you want a lift?” he called

“I’ve got taxi fare,” she slurred

“Look” and she waved a ten-pound note at him.

“You’d better get in” he said

When she got in the car he noticed she was shivering so he reached over to the back seat and grabbed his fleece

“Put that around you” he suggested

“Ok” she said, “Oooh it’s still warm”

Then he gave her his coat and put it over her legs and lap and tucked it around her.

“No wonder you’re cold” he said “you’re legs are wet”

“I got caught in a shower” she shivered

When he looked up the young lads were just passing the car and they all stared in so he locked the doors.

 

On the journey out of Finchbottom he garnered from Samantha that she had indeed fallen out with Bella.

It was a typically trivial reason that caused the row, but she was supposed to be staying at Bella’s for the weekend but after the ruck Sam stormed out and went to see another friend, Julie, who had the bright idea of going into town.

However Julie then met her ex-boyfriend and abandoned Sam who then tagged along with the group of Julies friends that she didn’t really know.

It was then that she started crying, as luck would have it they were just approaching a lay-by so he turned into the lay-by to comfort Sam, and gave her a hug and calmed her down and as soon as he applied the hand brake she leapt into his arms.

“Oh Paul what am I going to do?” she sobbed, “I’ve been so stupid”

It took about 10 minutes to calm her down enough to establish that Bella wasn’t expecting her back that night.

He hoped they would sort things out because they had been friends since middle school.

He certainly couldn’t take her home in her drunken state, her mum would go ballistic and he would get the blame.

“You can sleep at mine” he said “in the spare room”

“It doesn’t have to be the spare room” she slurred and placed her hand on his lap.

“You can stop tha...” he began but she had passed out and her hand went limp.

 

He pulled up on the drive and set about carrying the drunken Samantha into the house.

Not an easy task considering that she was barely seven stones, but it was dead weight.

In the end he chose the fireman’s lift technique, which was easiest once he got her out of the car, and he took her straight up the stairs and deposited her on the spare bed.

He left her there and went back downstairs to lock the car and secure the house before turning off the downstairs lights and going upstairs again where he found Samantha exactly where he had left her, so Paul then set about undressing her.

The coat and shoes came off easily enough but everything else was anything but.

Of all the times he had stripped her naked when they were dating he had never struggled so much to undress her.

It was much more difficult than he could ever have imagined, he couldn’t leave her like that though because her clothes were wet.

So he persevered and when he was tugging her tights off he nearly pulled her straight off the bed with them.

Eventually after what seemed an eternity he had her down to her underwear.

Her knickers had ridden up a bit and were so high that she had a camel toe and her bra was all askew so she had one tit in and one tit out.

So he made the minor adjustments required and threw a duvet over her and got in his own bed and went out like a light the moment his head hit the pillow.

 

It was just after eight when he awakened when Sam crawled into bed next to him fully dressed and cuddled up close.

“I’m sorry” she whispered

“What for?” he asked

“For being a drunken bum.” she said “and embarrassing myself”

“As long as you’ve learned a lesson,” he said sagely

“Am I forgiven then?” she asked

“Of course” he replied “but what about Bella?”

 “I phoned her already and I’m off to see her now to make things up”

Then she kissed him and crawled out of bed again and she was gone and he went back to sleep.

 

He had a lovely restful sleep, and he was dreaming about Sandra Bullock in her younger form riding on him and it felt so good.

It was a lovely dream and it was so vivid that he imagined he could feel her wetness sliding up and down on his shaft but when he opened his eyes, Samantha was riding him instead.

Completely naked wearing nothing but a smile, Sam was gripping the headboard and looking down on him with a lustily smug expression on her face.

he slid his hands up her thighs and onto her tight firm buttocks and as her plump breasts hovered above his face he reached his lips up towards her dark pink nipples but as she was pumping on him like a piston her tits jiggled uncontrollably and he couldn’t catch his target so he had to abandon his efforts as she continued to ride him like a rodeo cowgirl thrashing about and moaning like a wild beast before she screamed out in orgasm and she collapsed on top of him.

“Was that just a “thank you” or are we back together” he asked

“Both” she panted

“Good answer” he said

“I’ve missed you” Sam said and kissed his neck

“I’ve missed you too” he replied and they slept where they had come to rest.

  

Choice Tales from the Vale – (094) Age is just a Number

 

Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.

So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.

The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.

 

Paul knew from an earlier overheard conversation, that she was going to be alone in the house most of the weekend as her mother had taken the children.

Although she was talking to friends, the statement was very definitely meant for him, so he knew he was expected on Saturday night.

 

He was later setting off than he intended as he had trouble shaking off his mates, but eventually he managed to give them the slip in the pub and went out the back door.

Once outside he headed towards the Vicarage and then turned down the lane by the church, which led to the path that crossed the golf course.

From there he traversed the course until he reached the back of Antonia’s house and he was pleased to see some of the house lights were still on.

Paul kept to the shadows and made his way up to the house and tapped on the window.

It took a few minutes, but then Antonia was at the door already in her nightclothes.

She gave him a smile and opened the door

“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said

“I couldn’t get away” he responded while he watched her nipples erecting through her silk nightie in the cool night air, she noticed him looking at her tits but she made no effort to conceal them instead she said

“I thought I might have to attend to myself”

“Oh that sounds nice, can I watch?” he replied

“You are incorrigible” she said and laughed, and then she took his hand and pulled him in through the door and closed it behind him, drawing the curtain and then immediately slithered up against him and kissed his mouth.

“Where would you like me darling?” she asked

“Bed I think” he answered

“A good choice” she said and giggled

“Anywhere would have been a good choice Toni,” he told her

“Shut up and get upstairs,” she ordered

He followed Antonia as she climbed the stairs with his eyes fixed on her magnificent buttocks as they taunted him through the silk of her nightgown

“So if you had needed to attend to yourself what would you been thinking about?”

Paul asked

“I can’t tell you that,” she said coyly giving him a quick glance over her shoulder

As they reached the top stair he insisted

“I think you can”

“I can’t” she reaffirmed as they reached the bedroom door but he took hold of Antonia and turned her towards him and kissed her

“Please” he said,

She stood staring at his chest and let out a huge sigh

“That day in the woods up by Teardrop Lake, by the Folly, where you took me from behind over the ruins” she said quietly

“You enjoyed that day didn’t you?” he said proudly

Antonia nodded

“When I walk in those woods I still get a tingle down below,” she admitted still staring at his chest.

“And what else?” he asked as she opened the bedroom door

“The night of the summer ball” she answered as she pulled him into the room.

“On the golf cart in the moonlight”

“And?” he persisted as they stood by the bed

“In the woods in the thunderstorm” she replied as she began to undress him, “and later at your house”

His shirt and trousers were discarded when he asked

“Is that all?”

“St Andrews day” she barked as she yanked his pants down

“When I kidnapped you and had you in the car”

“And that time in Sharpington on the beach” she added and she pulled one sock off

“And the day after that in the dunes” and the other sock was removed.

“Is there anything in your Wank Bank that doesn’t involve me?”

“No” she said and kissed his helmet before standing up again

“So what do you want to do now?” he asked

“Put something else in the bank” she replied and slipped her fingers around his cock and kissed him.

“And how would madam like her deposit?” he asked

“Surprise me,” she answered tightening her grip on his shaft and kissing him again.

While she tugged on him his hands were fondling the cheeks of her silk clad bum but Paul released the handfuls of arse and grabbed handfuls of her nightie instead and dragged it upwards.

Antonia released her hold on him and he pulled her nightgown off over her head and then he lifted her up so she was standing on the bed and Antonia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head towards her great globes surmounted by huge aroused nipples which she wafted about his lips, tempting and teasing him until she allowed him to engulf a great pink teat and suck hard on it.

After a minute or so she pushed his head back leaving her misshapen saliva coated nipple and then unceremoniously latched him on to the other.

After giving the appropriate period of attention he released her wet teat and pushed her backwards onto the bed.

Antonia bounced spectacularly on the bed and giggled as her tits bounced independently of the rest of her.

As he moved toward her Antonia, still giggling, tried to turn and scramble away.  

But he rapidly crawled up the bed and grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

Having prevented her escape he could then slowly crawl up her tidy bod, kissing her belly as he crawled then her plump tits, sucking both teats again before he reached her mouth and when their tongues engaged in a passionate duel his throbbing arousal homed in on her moistness and he entered her all the way, and as he did breath exhaled from her mouth into his.

Antonia’s thighs gripped him tightly and her noisy responses to his strokes urged him on, as if he needed any encouragement.

Her nails were in his back as they moaned and grunted in unison and sped on quickening the pace and shortening the stroke until they reached maximum velocity and both exploded in utter ecstasy.

And they lay locked in that embrace, a single, sweating panting beast for several minutes until he rolled off her and they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period.

Eventually he looked at her and said

“Will that make it to the bank?”

“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (093) On a Plate

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.

    

Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person

She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.

She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.

 

Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a massive impact on her, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy relationship that had developed between them after she had jumped him in an upstairs closet on his first day.

She had been promoted from head of housekeeping into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her alcoholic husband because she was now living in the Gate Lodge.

And all of these things combined allowed her the time and opportunity to feed her appetites.

 

The sex with Gary Playford was great but she wasn’t the only willing and able woman with needs on his radar and so she decided that she too should cast her net wider, which was where Michael Foss came in.

Michael was a widower and a regular guest at the Hotel as he had business in nearby Mornington.

He was a tall good looking man in his late thirties with prematurely grey hair but he was a quiet shy.

Blaire fancied him from when she was head of housekeeping but never got the chance to talk with him then, but when she was management it was a different matter, and talking with him also gave her the opportunity to flirt with him.

However he was so shy nothing ever came of it until one day when she had decided to take drastic action.

But in truth she only done that then because of events beyond her control.

Blaire had woken up that morning, horny in fact very horny, this in itself was not unusual she often did.

And on such mornings she was deal with her arousal with well-practiced fingers either beneath the duvet or in the shower.

On that particular morning she did both and still couldn’t extinguish the fire.

So on such occasions she resorted to plan B.

Plan B was a tried and tested and even fool proof way or getting the required satisfaction, namely shagging Gary Playford somewhere on the premises.

But plan B was a non-starter as Gary was in Abbottsford for a meeting.

“Shagging some other horny bint” she muttered to herself on receiving the news.

Which was why she had to force Michael Foss’s well-manicured hand.  

 

Unfortunately Michael was out most of the day and Blaire had to flick herself off twice, once at Gary’s desk, a fact that would have hardened him like stone, and once in the ladies.

So it was with some relief that she saw him return.

“Hello Mr Foss” she said brightly “Have you had a good day”

“Yes, thank you Blaire” he replied “But tiring, so I think a hot shower and dinner in my room”

“Very good Mr Foss” she said and she smiled as he walked away because she now had the perfect plan for him to scratch her itch, so she phoned the kitchen.

 

She met the waiter in the corridor outside Michaels room and said

“Ok I’ll take it from here”

“Ok Miss Parrott”

When he opened the door she could see he had indeed showered and he was wearing a silk dressing gown and she hoped nothing else.

Blaire had also showered since they last spoke and she had changed from her suit and blouse and into a dress.

The reasons for that were two fold, first it was shorter that her skirt and would give her opportunities to flash her stocking tops and second and more importantly it could be off her in seconds.  

“Oh hello Blaire” he said “Do you do everything at this Hotel?”

“No I was just passing” she lied and blushed as she pushed the trolley into the room tottering on her highest heels, chosen for the maximum exposure up her skirt as she bent over.

Which she did and asked “Where would you like it?”

Michael didn’t reply because he was too busy staring at the dirty postcard image of Blaire bending over the trolley in her seemed stockings and best silk underwear.

Blaire glanced over her shoulder to make sure he was looking and bent a little further and asked “on the desk or on the bed?”

“Oh on the bed I think” he replied as his hand caressed her silk clad cheek.

 

Blaire had her silk teddy rucked around her middle and Michael was beneath her drinking deeply from her ginger haven while she sucked on him until she eagerly slid along his torso, and squatted on his cock as she smugly admired herself in the mirror and he watched her buttocks clench and unclench with each movement on him and Michael was in heaven as he watched her.

On the down stroke of her impaling herself on him, the flesh of Blaire’s cheeks quivered delightfully and he held her hips to steady her while her hands were playing with her breasts.

But when her reflection started jiggling and bouncing around like an electrocuted rag doll he interceded and rolled her onto her back and finish her off.

As she lay panting beneath him she was feeling very pleased with herself that she had finally scratched her itch, though that didn’t stop her letting him scratch it again that night and whenever else he stayed at the Clayton Manor.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (092) Freshly Laundered

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 and they had some very exciting experiences and they were lovers as well as housemates.

 

For example on one Saturday Morning, Alison and Amy had gone home for the weekend, and they had taken the opportunity to spend the night together and Carole was lying in bed, while Claire was getting clean in the shower, and she was waiting impatiently for her to finish so she could get her dirty again.

But bored with waiting she decided to go and shower in the other bathroom, when there was a knock on the front door.

So she slipped on her dressing gown and went downstairs and opened the door to find it was the post man with a package from Amazon for Alison.

So she signed for it went back upstairs and Claire still hadn’t appeared so she went and showered herself.

So showered, perfumed and powdered she went back into the bedroom where she found Claire sitting on the bed loosely wearing a dressing gown, which gaped from neck to thigh, and she was talking on her mobile.

“Really?” she said

Carole couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation

“Yes of course I will” Claire said

Again she couldn’t hear anything and to be honest her attention was drawn to what Claire was doing rather than what she was hearing.

She was sitting on the bed and absentmindedly toying with her freshly laundered pubic hair.

“Yes I’ll let you know” she said “Good bye”

“You’ll never guess what that was about” Claire said

“You’ll have to tell me then” she replied

“When we were at the Student Union last night it was broken into” Claire said still twiddling tufts of her pubes in her fingers.

“Are you listening?” she asked and then she realised firstly what she was doing and secondly that Carole was watching.

Which was when she began rubbing herself quite brazenly before her libidinous eyes and her impatience was finally rewarded which was when the fun really started and they both breakfasted on freshly laundered flesh.

And afterwards they both agreed what a wonderful start to the day that was.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (091) The Inclement Adventure

 

Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.

The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”

“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks

“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed

“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.

Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.

But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.

She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.

In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.    

The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.

When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.

And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.

 

After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted but it was a damp miserable morning and Sara was a bit fed up, she was really enjoying her renewed sex drive and was keen to get some more.

But the inclement weather ruled out the woods and the assault course was a non-starter during the day.

So as they sat at a table in the café she looked over at Gary and sighed but when he looked back he was wearing his dirty old man leer so she knew she was in for something even if she didn’t know where.

 

It was still lashing down with rain and added to that there was a violent thunderstorm accompanying it and when Sara opened the door, everyone was scurrying for cover.

Gary however took Sara by the hand and led her to the end of the platform where just around the corner was the disabled toilet.

They made it unnoticed with the weather being so bad so he opened the door to the disabled loo and once they were inside he closed and bolted the door and the second the lock snapped he heard the rustle of Sara’s cagoule as she threw it in the corner and then she began debagging him from behind and he had his trousers and pants around his ankles and her eager hands on his cock before he could blink.

 

It was still lashing down with rain when they left the café and added to that there was a violent thunderstorm accompanying it and when Sara opened the door, everyone was scurrying for cover.

Gary however took Sara by the hand and led her to the end of the platform where just around the corner was the disabled toilet.

They made it unnoticed with the weather being so bad so he opened the door to the disabled loo and once they were inside he closed and bolted the door and the second the lock snapped he heard the rustle of Sara’s cagoule as she threw it in the corner and then she began debagging him from behind and he had his trousers and pants around his ankles and her eager hands on his cock before he could blink.

Gary was still slipping off his coat as Sara steered him around so he was facing her where she could kiss him and play with his cock at the same time, adventurous little Sara had taken complete control of the situation, which was something he was quite unaccustomed too.

Nonetheless he reclaimed the initiative by lifting the diminutive Sara up off the floor until she was standing on the toilet seat where she continued to kiss him while he yanked her wet leggings and even wetter cotton knickers down to her knees.

He afforded himself a rewarding fondle of her fleshy cheeks before seating her on the disabled handrail so he could completely remove her leggings and panties as he sat on the toilet seat.

Sitting on the loo seat placed him perfectly between her white bony knees and he was about to sip from her furry cup when she pushed his head back.

“No not this time” she said taking the initiative again, this time by climbing on to his lap and kissing him hard on the mouth as she impaled her hot creamy cunny on his cock, her hot breath filling his mouth as she slid down on him.

Gary instantly set about getting in-between her and her bra, which only took a few seconds once before he was cupping her lovely breasts.

Sara by that time had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and was going about her task with relish, her mouth now by his ear and she was moaning coarsely.

All he could do at that point was to grasp at her buttocks and hang on for dear life as she pumped up and down, faster and faster, on his shaft. 

“Oh Gary” Sara whimpered as she moved towards the abyss and he moved his hands up to her hips to control the rhythm.

She then gripped the support rail behind his head and through gritted teeth her moans grew louder and louder and louder

“Ohhhh God” she screamed and throwing back her head she pumped on him again and Gary came in her.

And Sara pumped again, milking him of every drop.

“Ahhh” Sara exclaimed as she wrapped herself around his neck again and kissed him and they stayed like that for a minute or so

“This is a good nookie place” she said as she was climbing off of him and then she was on the move and redressing herself.

 

When they emerged it had stopped raining and they were greeted by disapproving looks and some tutting from people who had obvious heard Sara coming.

They looked at each other and smiled and Sara said

“I think we should have a shower”

“Great idea” he agreed “let’s get some change”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (090) A Sylph Like Creature

 

Not just a beautiful young woman, she was a sylph like creature, so fragile that a breath of wind might dispel her in an instant.
She was almost an elemental presence, so slight and graceful was she and so light her footfalls barely left a mark, she was to all intents and purposes a mercurial nymph a spirit of nature.

She was quiet, like a whisper in the dark, she was that sudden cool breath that makes your hairs stand on end.
But this sylph like creature, gracile and gentle, turns into a different creature in the night when her hands caress her lovers’ full breasts, and her lips kiss nipples to arousal and her delicate fingers seek out the moistness of the maid.  

Choice Tales from the Vale – (089) Damsel in Distress

 

It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, which was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married. 

It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger. 

“Is Amanda in” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door.

Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.

As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.

“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”

He replied and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.

Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.

He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said

“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.

He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women.

They held that position for some time until Ellie’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below his waist began to stir itself.

While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, soft lips, hot mouth and an electric tongue.

Ellie’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free from the waistband of his jeans and when she had succeeded, her trembling hands were on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.

Her dungarees had buttons on either side of the waistband and Greg’s hands were on her hips and with great manual dexterity he undid both buttons simultaneously and his hands then mimicked the movement of her own and caressed the soft naked skin of her back.

Suddenly Ellie broke away from their embrace and backed towards the banisters.

 

There were still tearstains on her cheeks and her eyes were red but she had a broad toothy grin as her hands undid the straps on her dungarees and let them fall to the floor and she stood there in a white t-shirt and navy blue knickers and then she kicked her clothes and her flips flops aside and she returned to her previous task.

Ellie’s kissing became more intense as he turned his attention to her bra and released the hooks between her shoulders and replaced the cups with his hands and she snorted though her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipples.

It was very sensual kissing and Greg’s manhood was wide-awake and doing its best to burst out of his trousers.

So he pushed her back against the bannisters and his hand went without ceremony straight down, across her flat belly and into her pants and between her slippery lips and she moaned in his mouth.

Satisfied that she was sufficiently greased he hurriedly began dragging the navy blue knickers off her cute arse and he followed the pants down to her ankles and he knelt before her neat bush, the colour of dark straw.

 

Eleanor was running her fingers through his hair and as he was about to stand up he felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head back down towards her cunny.

He was ready to spear her, in fact he was desperate to spear her, but she wanted head first so in the spirit of chivalry he obliged her.

 

She was standing on one leg while she braced herself against the opposite wall with the other as he supped enthusiastically on her hot juices then Eleanor let him know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and he stood up.

Greg was wearing her juice all around his mouth and after he kissed her it was all around hers as well and then she quickly undressed him.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear as he got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable height to receive his cock and once he achieved it he slid effortlessly into Eleanor.

“Ohhhhh God” she uttered

Eleanor’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the bannisters.

But he only managed three thrusts when he lost his grip on her and he popped out of her cunny, so he let her fall slowly and slither down him and the moment her feet hit the ground he put one hand on her hip and spun her around the bannister post until she was on all fours on the stairs and he entered her again and fucked her to a mutually happy conclusion.

Still in that position for about a minute afterwards, panting hard and he said.

“What were you crying about anyway?” 

“I broke up with my boyfriend” she said

“Oh why was that?” he asked

“He said I was no good in bed” she replied

“Well I think you need a second opinion” he said and he withdrew from her and smacked her cheek playfully “Get upstairs”