Choice Tales from the Vale – (208) The Nightcap Code

 

Clayton is a small village in the Northeast corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of 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.

Although in truth he was rather ambushed.

 

But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests 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, even more desperate divorcees, and the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.

 

In the quiet of his office, he sat and thought, as he nursed a large brandy, of the tortuous events of the day, in particular an inebriated lady Bishop from Nance and her form of sexual offertory which he had to decline.

That was followed by the appearance of two very mature schoolgirls, Lisa and Honey, in full uniform to report a problem with their room, he couldn’t remember the nature of the problem as he was picturing them cavorting naked around his office save for sundry items of lace and silk.

After the horny schoolgirls had left, he took a walk across to the Gate Lodge to visit Blaire who was on her day off and was one of his frequent flyers, but alas she wasn’t in and was probable off wetting someone else’s balls.

 

As he walked back across the car park, he was rerunning some of the sexual encounters they had shared and it was only the sound of a car horn that ended the Technicolor orgy in his head.

When he looked round, he saw it was Dr Owens, another regular recipient of his attention, driving away, she gave him a wave as she drove past, but that was enough and there were images of her in his head, her beautiful naked body beneath him, on top of him, on all fours, in the shower, and against a wall.

 

The afternoon and evening were annoyingly taken up with work which required him to burn the midnight oil somewhat but by the end of the day he got himself a brandy and called it a night.

 

He drained his glass and decided he would visit the lounge on one final prowl for a likely candidate for his lust and there she was sitting alone in an easy chair reading a book.

When she looked, she smiled at him and said

“Hello Gary”

And his mind went blank clearly some woman he’d slept with at some time or other and the encounter was so unmemorable he had obviously forgotten her instantly.

He tried to picture her dressed in a different outfit, casual wear, uniform, bondage gear or work clothes and then it registered.

“Lindsay Baker” he replied, not a woman he had slept with after all and then instantly forgotten she was a solicitor from Purplemere who he tried to sleep with.

“Do you mind if I join you?” he asked.

“Not at all” she said, “please do” and gestured to the neighboring chair.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked

“Thank you, yes,” she said, and he signalled to the barman.

After he ordered the drinks, she said

“I heard on the grapevine you had been banished to the country, isn’t it a bit slow for a man of your propensities?”

“You would be surprised” he remarked

“Really?” she said “tell me more”

“A gentleman never kisses and tells” Gary pointed out

“Well, you’re no gentleman so spill the beans”

So, over the next fifteen minutes he related to her some of his more interesting encounters.

“My word you have been a busy boy” she said and squirmed a little in her seat.

“And what about you?” he probed, and hoped he might probe further

“What do you mean?” she said innocently

“You are not after all without a reputation” he said ungallantly

“Well, that’s true enough, though compared to you I’m an amateur” she said

“Come on out with it” he insisted, and she regaled him with the lurid tale of one of her clients who attended meetings in her office after hours and was shagging her senseless.

“Excellent” he said sporting a boner as he watched Lindsay fidgeting.

“Another drink?” he offered

“In my room perhaps” she replied

“A Nightcap?” he asked

“Something like that” Lindsay said “Providing that “Nightcap” is Hotel code for Horny Hotelier fucks Slutty Solicitor”

“We at the Clayton Manor Hotel are here to please” he said

“Yes, that’s definitely what I want” she said and stood up and as she walked ahead of him he could see a damp patch on the back of her skirt.

“We’ve done the foreplay then” he said to himself

Choice Tales from the Vale – (207) The Hawks Wood Maiden

 

Mark Jordan was born and raised on Lily Green Farm which nestled on the lower slopes of the Pepperstock Hills in the lee of the village of Highfinch.

He was a tall lean man with a well-toned physique and a weathered complexion born out of a lifetime spent in the open air.

Mark had happy memories of the farm and the nearby hamlet, but it became a cold and bitter place after his mother died so at the age of 19 he left the farm for University and never returned until his father died 9 years later.

He was always very close to his father but when Marks mother died, he climbed inside a bottle and never came out, and the farm went to rack and ruin.

But despite their estrangement the farm was left to him, such as it was, so he gave up his job as a farm manager in Tipton and returned to Lily Green Farm to breathe new life into his old family home.

He had been back just over a month and had already employed a couple of labourers to do some general repairs about the place when he got an email from the local forestry authority in regard to Hawks Wood, which was situated on the Northeast corner of the farm, and could he meet one of their tree surgeon in the wood at 10 am the next morning, he hit reply and typed an affirmative response.

As with the rest of the farm the woodlands had suffered due to neglect at his father’s hand, so it was hardly a surprise that the forestry people were concerned about Hawks Wood. 

 

He walked up to the wood the next morning and when he got up there the happy memories of his childhood flooded back, and he was lost in the thoughts of those happy days when he heard a voice behind him.

“Hello Mark”

He turned around and the voice belonged to an attractive looking woman, pretty face, blue eyes, soft shoulder length brown hair, 5t 5 or 6, early twenties, nice figure, wearing a Hi-Viz vest over a t-shirt, knee length shorts, work boots and carrying a hard hat, whom he vaguely recognized.

“I’m sorry, I know that I know that we’ve met but I can’t place you” he said

“Well, that’s not very flattering” she said “Especially after I showed you my knickers in these very woods”

“Alison Storey” he said

“Ah so you do remember me”

“How could I forget” Mark said “White with little pink flowers if I’m not mistaken”

“My God you do remember” she said and blushed

“As I said hard to forget, young girl, pink petals, all very Freudian” 

“I think I preferred it when you didn’t remember me” she said and laughed

“In your defence you were only seven” he said

“I was older the last time we were in these woods though” Alison added

“There was no flashing involved on that occasion” he pointed out

“There would have been if I’d had my way” she said “But you rebuffed my advances”

“I know but you were only just 15 and I was 19”

“That didn’t bother me” Alison retorted

“It wouldn’t have been right” he said “no matter how much I might have wanted to”

“You wanted to?” she asked with surprise

“Of course,”

“I didn’t think you did” she remarked “I thought you didn’t like me”

“Even after the kiss?” he said

 

Alison and Mark had been to the same house party in Highfinch, although they didn’t go there together when it was all over, they walked the mile back to Lily Green together, she lived in the hamlet of Lily Green, on the other side of Hawks Wood from the farm.

Even though it was a route she had taken a thousand times he wasn’t going to let her walk through the woods on her own after midnight, so he offered to walk her home, which she accepted without question and that was because she planned to ambush him in the dark.   

It happened when they were halfway through the wood when she pinned him against a tree and planted a kiss on him, a kiss which he reciprocated in spades.

A kiss which could easily have led to something else had he allowed his dick to do his thinking for him.

It was a long kiss, a hot kiss, a passionate kiss and overall a perfect kiss, a kiss against which every kiss that followed would be compared to.

 

“Ah the kiss” she said wistfully “That was some kiss”

“Yes, it was” he agreed and then they both stood looking around, lost in remembrance of that night almost a decade before. 

“We used to have a lot of fun in these woods when we were kids didn’t, we” Mark said

“We did” she agreed and then they spent the next half an hour reminiscing. 

 

“So why have you lured me into the woods?” he asked, “Are you planning on flashing your drawers again?”

“Definitely not” she said and laughed

“But you don’t deny that I have been lured here?”

“I have perfectly innocent intentions” she said

“So, what are they?”

“Trees” she replied

 

Alison worked for the forestry and managed the local woodland but they didn’t have control of it all, there was still about 10 percent of the Pepperstock Woodlands in private ownership mainly on the southern fringes and Lily Green Farm had about 5 acres which had been badly neglected over the ten years of the farms decline.

The main concern being that there were a number of dead trees, one in particular was quite sizable and could, if it were to be allowed to fall unchecked, take a number of healthy trees with it.  

Mark just stood back and admired Alison as she spoke with great knowledge and passion on the subject.

She was still as pretty as she always was, blue smiling eyes and soft brown hair dancing on her shoulders, he suspected that she would normally have it tied back when she was working, but she wanted to make an impression.

“We’ll I’m happy for you to do whatever you need to do” he said

“That’s good to know” Alison retorted and smiled

 

They saw quite a lot of each other over the next couple of days as Alison and her team tackled the dead trees and on Sunday, he took her for lunch at the Downshire Arms in Highfinch.

It was a beautiful early summer’s day, so they decided to walk the mile to the village, he met her on the edge of Hawks Wood and when she emerged wearing a floral summer dress she took his breath away.

They had settled into such an easy

They chatted companionably as they walked, and it occurred to him that the near decade that had passed felt more like ten days such was the easy conviviality between them. 

The two of them enjoyed a pleasant lunch and several drinks and they walked hand in hand on the way back.

As they neared Lily Green she suggested

“We can take a shortcut through the wood”

“Oh no, you just want to show me your knickers again” he remarked

“Honestly I have no intention of showing you my knickers” she promised and led him by the hand and after a few yards she ran off and shouted over her shoulder

“Because I’m not wearing any”

He stood smiling for a second and then ran after her and he found her sitting on the stump of the freshly felled dead tree.

And as he approached, she slowly raised the hem of her floral dress until he could see her own unmanaged forest.

“We could do this back at the farm” he suggested

“No, our first time has to be in the wood, in our wood” she replied

And so more than nine years after that first special kiss in Hawks Wood Alison got her man, the only man she had ever wanted, and Mark made her scream to her beloved trees. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (206) The Great Bear and the Chalet Maid

 

Markus Zeiler was a great bear of a man, standing 6’ 6” tall, barrell chested with hands like shovels.

But he was brought to his knees by a skinny Little waif standind 4’ 11” by the name of Nikki Ashbee

They were both in their mid twenties, both had flaming red hair but he was a gentle giant who barely spoke and she was a little livewire who never shut up.

They also had in common the fact that they were in love, though neither of them knew that they were the recipient of that love.

Markus couldn’t imagine that a beautiful little thing like Nikki could ever be interested in him, and she thought he was probably looking for someone as quiet as him.

They both worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, she was a chalet maid, and he was a general handyman.

Markus lived in Sharpinghead but Nikki was from Finchbottom and as the summer season was coming to an end she was running out of time, if nothing happened between them they would go their separate ways and were unlikely to see each other again, but if she got her way she would stay on.

 

Nikki finally got her man when they were on what was known as mothball duties, closing down those chalets that would not be needed during the winter season, which meant a major clean and then all the furniture was sheeted.

Because she was so tiny, she managed to enlist the help of the gentle giant with moving the furniture, though she was more than capable of doing it herself, because she was much stronger than she looked, she just used it as an excuse to get close to him.

But it didn’t really help because she was such a chatterbox, even if he could have found the words he wanted to use he would have struggled to get a word in edgeways.

 

They were on their fifth chalet and all was not going well for Nikki as she was hoping he might have made a move on her, afterall they were alone and had been in very close proximity on many occasions.

But nothing happened so she decided to make him get physical.

Nikki was wearing the Maxlin’s uniform, a blue denim skirt, a pale blue blouse and a white cardigan while Markus had on Blue bib and brace overalls over a pale blue T-shirt.

And it was the brace part of his overalls that she targeted.

As he crouched down to pick up a chest of drawers, she undid one of the braces and chuckled as the bib flopped over.

She hoped it would provoke some physicality from him, she hoped it wasn’t too subtle, but she couldn’t do what she actually wanted to do which was to reach inside his overalls and grab his cock, and so she had to play games instead.

“Pack it in” Markus said and put the drawers down and reattached the brace and as he did, she undid the other one and as he did that one up she undid the first one again giggling as she did so.

“Will you behave” he said and grabbed hold of her and pulled her close to him, which felt so good he had to let her go because if he started making a tent in his overalls, he might scare her off.

He released her and gave her arse a playful slap which was supposed to deter her but only served to encourage her more because being in his strong arms felt every bit as good as she thought it would.

So as soon as his attention was diverted, she undid the strap again and ran away and was giggling as he pursued her and she began to scramble up over the beds crab like and then she squealed as Markus grabbed her left leg by the knee with his great paw and halted her progress.

Markus then scooped her up off the bed like she was a ragdoll and threw her over his shoulder fireman’s lift style and then marched her up and down the room.

“Repeat after me “I must not play silly games”” he said

“Put me down you great brute” she squealed hoping that he would do the opposite.

“That’s not what I asked you to say is it?” he said and slapped the back of her thigh very gently and made her squirm

“Put me down you beast” she demanded in a tone that clearly said please don’t put me down.

He continued marching up and down and said again

“Repeat after me “I must not play silly games”” he said but stopped marching as he caught sight of something in the mirror.

It was his reflection or more accurately that part of him that had Nikki’s tiny body draped over.

And the part of that reflected image which had particularly caught his attention were the fleshy cheeks visible below the hem of her denim skirt and her pale blue knickers.

But the really interesting part, by some distance, which had caused him to make a tent in his overalls, was the dark circle, about the size of an old penny coin, clearly visible on her panties.

Markus did the only thing a man of his gentlemanly disposition could do and that was to stay in front of the mirror while Nikki half-heartedly wriggled on his shoulder and see if he couldn’t double his money.  

“So, are you going to say it?” he asked

“No” she replied so he softly slapped the back of her thigh but left his hand on the soft flesh and squeezed.

“Say it”

“No”

Another slap, a little higher this time, another gentle squeeze and the dark circle had widened, not doubled but it was growing.

“Say it”

“No”

Another slap, higher this time, another gentle squeeze and the dark circle widened before his eyes.

“Then I don’t know what I’m going to do with you” he said a moment before his great shovel of a hand went up her skirt and fondle her fleshy cheek which met with no resistance and for the first time that day she was completely silent.

Encouraged by her silence he handled her buttocks more thoroughly and more appraisingly, caressing every contour of its perfection.

Nikki remained silent but grabbed a handful of his overalls as she pulled herself close to him.

His huge paw left her cheek and travelled slowly down her naked skin to her knee and then after a momentary pause it made the return journey.

The dark penny sized patch on her panties was no longer the size or shape of a penny, it had grown irregular in shape and occupied the width of her gusset.

As his hand reached the top of her thigh he paused and then with a single digit gently probed the source of the growing moistness.

Nikki response was instant and acquiescent as his fingertip touched her sensual lip through the wet cotton and she let out a long loud breathy sigh.

He continued lightly tracing his fingertip along both sides of her lips until she moaned loudly into his clothes, and he could feel hot breath even through the fabric.

That was the moment he chose to reach a shovel like hand up under her denim skirt and pull her slightly soiled pale blue knickers off her arse and down her thighs to her knees at which point Nikki obligingly lifted her legs so he pulls them right off over her now shoeless feet.

With her knickers disposed of he returned his attention to her pussy which was now on full display in the mirror.

Markus was eager to proceed but he wanted to savour every second, after all he had waited all summer for a moment like that so he took his time.

Firstly, he tucked the hem of her skirt in the waistband, so he had and uninterrupted view of her white buttocks, her red whiskers and her moist lips.

“Perfect” he said, and only realised he had said it out loud when she exclaimed

“Huh?”

“Nothing baby” he said and comprehended that she probably wasn’t aware he had been staring at her minge all the time and that realisation forced his hand so to speak so she wouldn’t have time to think about what he said, and so his large digit once again traced along her labia and when he reached her pubic bone he started on the return journey but this time he opened her up and his finger was awash and she moaned whorishly down his back, a sound repeated several times before his forefinger penetrated her hole repeatedly and he was just about to add a companion digit when Nikki called a halt to proceedings.

“Put me down” she screamed “Put me down now”

“What’s wrong baby girl?” he said, “Have you had enough?”

“Just put me down” she insisted, and as he lowered her to the floor he cursed under his breath for going too far but he couldn’t help it he was really enjoying playing with her pussy.   

“I’m sorry” he said when she was stood facing him “I went too far didn’t I?” 

“Don’t be sorry” she snapped and pushed him back against the wall “You haven’t gone far enough yet”

“Oh?” he responded as she undid his braces.

And even before his overalls reached the floor her little hands were releasing his cock from his boxers  

“God is there anything about you that isn’t giant?” she asked and chuckled as she reached up and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him.

Markus gripped her tiny buttocks with his great shovel hands and guided her velvety pussy on to his shaft and she moaned loudly in his face.

It was effortless for him, he was so big and strong, and she was so small and feather light, so they stayed in situ rather than avail themselves of one of the beds.

It wasn’t a longwinded coupling as both participants were already excessively aroused before penetration due to the delicious foreplay and a summer of anticipation and when they came it was hot and hard and in total unison.

 

Markus was smiling as he sat on the bed watching Nikki pulling her sodden knickers up and she was smiling too.   

“We could have been doing that all summer if you weren’t so shy” she said as she walked up to him and kissed him.

“Wasn’t it worth waiting for?” he asked

“God yes”

“Good because now we can spend all winter doing it in whichever empty chalet we want” he pointed out

“I hope it’s a really long winter” Nikki said and kissed him again

Choice Tales from the Vale – (205) The Maverick Solicitor’s Receptionist at Lunch

 

Hollins, Cooper and Baker were the firm of Purplemere Solicitors handling Paul Lipscombe’s divorce.

It was during a meeting with Lindsay Baker that they first made a “connection” and during the meeting an invitation was extended for him to return to the office that evening when they made another connection, namely her hot pussy with his erection.

He was a regular at the firm but on this particular occasion it was his last official meeting with Lindsay and as was often the case in their meetings she was sitting on his lap and kissing him and he was trying to get his hand up her skirt which she was normally in favour of but that day she wasn’t playing along

“You can stop that” she said

“You don’t normally complain” he protested

“I know” she replied “but today you have been beaten to the prize by the cotton mouse I’m afraid”

“There are alternatives” he said

“But not today” she sighed

He would have liked to have got inside at least one of Lindsays orifices right at that moment but it was not to be.

“I have another meeting” she said “with a very important client”

“I hope he’s not so important he does what I do to you” he said

“Don’t worry darling no one else does what you do for me” she replied and kissed him.

Having struck out with the legal eagle he thought he would see what the front office could offer him, but as he reached reception Samantha’s desk was unmanned and he thought he wouldn’t be ploughing her furrow that day either.

Which was a shame because he’d had some fun with her only the week before when he speared her over the bonnet of her car until her scream echoed around the basement car park and her alarm went off.

After which she took him home and kept him there until Monday morning.

“Oh well another time” he said and headed out the door which was when he saw her at the other end of the corridor, she hadn’t seen him as she was reading a document as she walked.

He had to think quickly so he opened the disabled toilet door and stepped in and waited until she was passing

“Where are you going?” he asked as he pulled her into the toilet and quickly closed the door and she threw herself into his arms.

“Are you here to rob me or ravish me?”

“I think you already know the answer to that” he replied and kissed her

“Have you got long?” he asked between kisses

“I’m on my lunch break” she replied

“Good what would you like for lunch then?”

“Cock” she replied and began undoing his fly.

 

Because of what she was wearing, to fully enjoy her delight he had to virtually strip her naked which was why she was only wearing pop socks when she got her legs astride of him on the toilet and using the grab rails for support she lowered her pink waxed pussy onto him and rode him with Paul roughly groping the cheeks of her arse and staring at her mesmerizing jugs as she pumped herself on his cock until she screamed out in orgasm.

“That’s the best lunch ever” she confessed still panting five minutes after she came

“Back to work now then?” he suggested and Samantha gave him a wicked smile and replied

“I get an hour for lunch”

She raised herself off his sticky shaft and slithered onto the floor and took his wet cock in her mouth.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (204) R and R

 

Kenny Higgins was a civil engineer and had been working away in Oman for three months and had returned home to Childean to stay at his parents’ house to catch his breath and recharge his batteries before he returned to Muscat for his next 3-month stint away.

His parents were away in Portugal for a couple of weeks, so he had the house to himself which was perfect.

He was completely knackered and was understandably looking forward to a few days of nothing very much at all before his friends realised, he was home and an endless round of frenetic activity of sports bars and long boozy lunches, clubbing and the pursuit of gratuitous sex.

Well, you know what they say about “best laid plans”, absolutely pointless when fate takes a hand.

Things began to go wrong at the break of day on his first night in his own bed, when a crack of thunder almost blew him out of it, and then the storm rumbled round for hours after that, making sleep nearly impossible, he would just drift off and then CRASH and he was wide awake, then things would calm down and he would begin to dose and then CRASH and his eyes were wide open again.

He gave up after the 9th or 10th time and got up and went downstairs for coffee.

The storm raged on for another hour or so but when it finally petered out, he decided not to go back to bed and pottered around the house instead, spending the first few hours of his well-earned respite doing housework.

He had been home for less than 24hrs and couldn’t believe how much mess he had made.

About midmorning the sun came out so he thought he might as well take a walk down to the pub and make his presence known to his friends, so Kenny went upstairs to shower and shave.

He arrived back downstairs half an hour later and had just picked up his keys when something in the garden caught his eye, just on the edge of the patio and she was bent over a wheelbarrow. 

“Very nice” he said to himself as he took advantage of the view up her skirt.

“Oh, very nice indeed” he said as to his absolute delight she reached for something at the other end of the barrow and in an effort to prevent herself overbalancing her left leg shot out sideways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her fleshy cheeks.  

He put his keys down on the table and sat in the conservatory to get a better look and could discern the wisps of pubic hair against the pink of her knickers.

To his enjoyment the girl stayed bent over the barrow for a minute or so with one naked buttock on show and then she stood up.

And after ungloving her hand she lifted her skirt and slowly extracted her knickers from her bum crack.   

 

When she was stood up, he could see she was quite tall with long thigh chestnut hair but other than that there was no clue as to her identity.

It wasn’t anyone he knew; he was certain of that.

The mystery gardener then walked to the side of the wheelbarrow and leant over it again, this time presenting him with a side view of her.

 

The thick chestnut hair obscured her face but then he wasn’t really looking at her face as her large unrestrained breasts fell forward and filled her top and offered him a sizable taster though the armhole of her vest.

He thought for a moment that apart from her work boots and socks the rest of her apparel wasn’t really vocation appropriate, a vest top, short skirt, and scanty knickers, not that he was complaining, he was just enjoying the show.

And as a result, his cock was hard and his balls had begun to ache as he stared at every inch of the horny gardener except for her face but he was beginning not to care about that as he was thinking he would need to go and knock one out, or he would just cream his pants.

Which was the point that she stood up and turned towards him and smiled.

And he did know her, it was Millie Stevens, his first ever girlfriend, not that she had looked as she did then when he tried to get into her schoolgirl pants.

He stood up and opened the door and walked uncomfortably toward her.

“Hi Millie” he said, “what are you doing here?”

“This is what I do” she replied “I’m a gardener by profession”

“You’re not dressed like a professional gardener” he retorted

“It’s my day off”

“What?”

“Your mum called and told me you were home” she said as she walked towards him

“So, I thought I’d come round and get you interested in the gardener”

Kenny said nothing but swallowed hard as she put her hand on his arousal and added

“I’m thinking I succeeded”

“Definitely” he replied

“Well, are you going to invite me in?” she said and kissed him “or do I have to do all the work”

“Well put like that” he said “come in”

And led her by the hand inside and there they stayed as he spent the first three days of his R&R with the buxom gardener doing everything but rest and relax.

In fact, R&R for them was rutting and rogering, he even had the chestnut haired gardener on the patio bent over her wheelbarrow in the moonlight.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (203) The Woman that Does

 

Mark Catley was a well-respected member of the Dulcet-on-Brooke community, parish councillor, church warden and Justice of the Peace.

He had had a very late night the night before and the next day when he finally arose it was quite late.

So, after a shower he walked downstairs to find Mrs Wells hard at work with a j-cloth.

Mrs. Wells was his cleaner and not an exotic dancer, so the j-cloth was not being used as an erotic prop but for more mundane reasons.

“Morning Patricia” he said

He had forgotten it was cleaning day, he usually got himself up early when Mrs Wells was about.

“I think you’ll find it’s nearer the afternoon sir” she corrected him.

Patricia could be a surly old bird, but she was a marvellous cleaner and absolutely godsend in more ways than one.

She had the knack of making him feel like he wasn’t a well-respected pillar of the community and he found her to be incredibly intimidating, so he made himself a coffee and made his way to the study.

“I haven’t done in there yet” she called after him

“That’s ok just come in when you’re ready” he replied

He closed the door and switched on the computer and checked his email.

About half an hour later the door of his study opened, and Patricia Wells entered wearing her French maids outfit and no knickers.

“Is now a good time sir?” she asked

“Now is a perfect time” he replied, and Mrs Wells unzipped his fly and went about her duties.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (202) A Definite Keeper

 

They lay on the bed in the afterglow with the sun painting her pale, white skin, yellow and turning her ginger minge to burning gold.

Her nipples stood proudly aroused as the breeze blew across them and he contemplated taking one in his mouth.

But in the end, he settled for enjoying the lovely vision of her nakedness until he drifted off.  

 

“Turn your back,” she insisted as she noticed him stir

“Why?” he asked as she tried to hide her nakedness from him.

“So, I can get dressed of course”

“But I’ve already seen everything” he pointed out

“That was when we were making love” she corrected him

“This is different”

“Ok” he said and turned his back to her

“And no peeking”

“Ok”

He thought it was rather cute that even after what they had done just an hour before, and all the times before that, she was still acting shy, that was a definite point scorer in his book.

“This one is a keeper” he said to himself as his cock began to stir.

“Now you can look,” she said

When he turned around, she was wearing his shirt, which reached down to her knees, and judging by what was still lying on the floor, nothing else.

So, he reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the bed and undressed her again.