Choice Tales from the Vale

A Collection of Erotic tales set in the Finchbottom Vale

Choice Tales from the Vale – (001) The Childean Cuckold (Part 01)

At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town of Childean. And on a modern estate in a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac, Paul O’Connor woke up from an erotic dream as the sun shone through the gap in the bedroom curtains and onto his face, it was still quite early in the morning as he stirred and he was seriously aroused.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (001) The Childean Cuckold (Part 02)

The O’Connor family were from Northchapel, and the bulk of them were still there, however Frank moved out to Childean shortly after he married Jo. They had a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac and had a comfortable life. The reason Paul happened to be staying in the spare room at Frank’s house and enjoying Jo’s unique brand of hospitality was because he was training to be a reflexology therapist at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean which was only a mile or so down the road from Frank’s place.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (002) What the Plumber Saw ( Part 01)

It was the day before Dave Pennant’s 15 th birthday when he first saw Louise Spry and he thought to himself “That’s what I want for my birthday” She was two year older than he was and as it turned out she was in the 6 th form at the same school as him but she was a class above him in every other respect as well. Louise was Dave’s half-brother Andy’s new girlfriend. “Lucky bastard” Dave thought to himself

Choice Tales from the Vale – (002) What the Plumber Saw ( Part 02)

Dave couldn’t believe Andy had cheated on Louise with some sad old slapper when he had a quality bird like Louise at his side. Also Andy breaking up with Louise severely curbed Dave’s sex life for a while, even if his sex life at the time only consisted of knocking one out to images of her knickers from his wank bank. Not that he supposed it would have lasted much longer anyway they both went off to University that September so his access to the lovely Louise’s scantie’s would have been very limited.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (002) What the Plumber Saw ( Part 03)

While Danny and Mark were out Dave started carrying stuff up to what was going to be the new bathroom. The only access was via a ladder from the kitchen to be, they hadn’t cut the doorways through to the house yet to cut down on drafts as the winter was barely over. There were one or two sizable holes where the old air vents used to be but other than that it was sealed. When Dave had climbed the ladder and he was in the new bathroom he could tell Nicole was in the bath already as he could hear her through the wall splashing about in the tub.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (002) What the Plumber Saw ( Part 04)

He didn’t get to see the illusive Louise Spry again until two days later on the afternoon of Easter Sunday. They had taken a break from their labours and were sitting on the patio drinking tea and enjoying some of Nicole’s delicious fruit cake “Hi Scarlet” Nicole said over Dave’s shoulder so he half turned around to look at her and he nearly choked. “Hello” Louise replied “This is…” Mark began “I know you” she said “you’re David” “That’s right” He replied “Dave, but I remember you as Louise”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (002) What the Plumber Saw ( Part 05)

Dave sat silently, waiting with baited breath, and fearing the next question. “So I have to ask because I’ve always wondered” here it comes he...

Choice Tales from the Vale – (002) What the Plumber Saw ( Part 06)

Having sidestepped through the kitchen door and out into the hall to avoid the sexy waddling Louise he said to himself once he was out in the hall. “I hope this works” “I’m sure I’ll see you again soon” he said over his shoulder “Wait” she called after him “Bye” he responded Louise kicked off her jeans in frustration and they flew across the kitchen and landed half in the sink, and then she sprinted after him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (003) What Happened To You While I Was Away

Stephen was going to housesit at his parents place while they were away in the Canaries. He had been working late and by the time he got to their house it was after eleven o’clock. He was surprised to see there was still a light burning in the window, and there was a strange car parked on the kerb outside the house, he assumed the light was left on to deter burglars but he couldn’t explain the car, not the kind of behaviour his father would have tolerated, he thought, as he parked his car on the drive and went inside not knowing who or what was inside.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (004) The Girl in the Red Stockings (Part 01)

We were just a group of mates staying at Sharpinghead for the Spring Bank Holiday Weekend. Well when I say it was just a group of mates, we were more than that and I should also clarify that by saying it was a group of mates and Waldo. We were staying at the Whitecliff Hill Caravan Park close to Sharpington.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (004) The Girl in the Red Stockings (Part 02)

I knocked on the door and got no answer which was strange, so I knocked once more and still there was no answer. I looked around and noticed Waldo’s car was gone, I knocked again and I was beginning to think there was no one in and then I heard the faintest response of “Come in”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (004) The Girl in the Red Stockings (Part 03)

Faced with a direct question I couldn’t back track, so I took a deep breath. “Well let me see that would be since about the time you were seven” he replied “Since I was 7?” she exclaimed in disbelief “What did I do when I was seven that had such a profound effect on you?” “You showed me your knickers in Belldon Wood”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (004) The Girl in the Red Stockings (Part 04)

When I had closed the door and walked down the steps I found Lorraine was waiting for me around the corner. “Did you know Waldo did a runner last night?” she asked “Yes” I replied “So?” “So what?” I asked “So now’s the time to get to her before she gets tangled up with some other loser” “What do you think I was doing when we were interrupted?”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (005) The Birthday Treat (Part 01)

I emerged from the bathroom just in time to see Marilyn, wearing a little black dress and walking sexily through a freshly atomized cloud of perfume. And with the final touches applied to her makeup she sat on the bed and looked at me with complete and utter, and more to the point, shamelessly undisguised lust. In fact I thought she looked so wanton that I wondered if we would make it to the restaurant at all.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (005) The Birthday Treat (Part 02)

We left the restaurant slightly less together than when we entered, I was still walking awkwardly and Marilyn was walking extremely quickly but only from the knees down. Her thighs were together and her buttocks appeared clenched.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (005) The Birthday Treat (Part 03)

Marilyn was giggling as she tried to wriggle free but I wasn’t letting go and as she tried to scramble up the stairs on all fours I improved my hold on her by grabbing her about the waist with my left arm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (006) Pink Pants in the Laundry (Part 01)

It was a perfect early spring morning in the leafy village of Pangmere and the breeze stirred the tree tops and the birds sang to the sun. And the birds weren’t the only early risers, Sally Carey was lying in bed, warm and cosy beneath the duvet, as the birds twittered in the trees and the early morning light tried to penetrate her bed room. As she lay there half-awake, half-dreaming, Sally could hear him through the bedroom wall as he stood in the shower and as she listened to the splattering and splashing, she envied every droplet of water as it ran unchecked over his naked skin.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (006) Pink Pants in the Laundry (Part 02)

Her whole hand was inside her shorts as Sally pictured him wet and naked just the other side of the stud wall, she could see the towel now, wrapped around him as she wanted to be wrapped around him and her fingers went quickly between her moist lips and she found she was almost as wet as he was.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (006) Pink Pants in the Laundry (Part 03)

Danny had known Sally since she was an awkward clumsy eleven year old girl who seemed to spend her entire time either falling over or picking herself up and showing off her floral knickers in the process. But she was a young woman now and Sally was a far cry from the klutzy eleven year old in the flowered briefs, she had grown up to become a swan. He could never tell her that though, nor could he tell his sister Erin how he felt about her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (007) The Mysterious Case of the Bottle Blonde (Part 01)

Emma Chambers was what would once have been called a bottle blonde, she was also a three time divorcee and one time widow and she was just the wrong side of fifty, but despite her age she filled a sweater very well indeed and her well-shaped arse was tailor made for tight jeans which she rarely failed to occupy to maximum effect and managed to please any man with a connoisseur’s eye.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (007) The Mysterious Case of the Bottle Blonde (Part 02)

All weekend Mark had taken every opportunity to enjoy the view of her abundant goodies as she had been wearing a selection of figure hugging outfits as well as her customary jeans and sweaters but as he guided her along the corridor to her room on Saturday night she was wearing a dress and as he struggled with her through the fire doors there was every chance she might fall out of it. “Here’s hoping” he thought to himself

Choice Tales from the Vale – (008) Just Being Neighbourly (Part 01)

When it all began, Leon Watson lived in a detached house in Dulcet Green with his wife of 25 years, Mary. Although in truth that was stretching a point, it wasn’t so much living, it would perhaps have been more accurately described as an existence. That was because Leon and Mary lived completely separate lives, they had separate bedrooms and had totally different interests, and different circles of friends, and by that stage they might just as well have been strangers.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (008) Just Being Neighbourly (Part 02)

Leon got on well with Pauline in the short time she had been his neighbour, chatting over the kitchen table drinking her excellent coffee, but not quite as well as he was about too. The summer was well underway when one day after he had achieved his meagre work target he walked out into the garden and over the fence he saw Pauline dancing on the patio with a large glass of wine in her hand. “Are you having a party?” he shouted over the fence on the hot June afternoon. “Sort of” she replied “come and join me Leon” “Ok” he said and walked around to the back gate

Choice Tales from the Vale – (008) Just Being Neighbourly (Part 03)

After he had sullied her on the Mahogany Dining table, they lay together in the afterglow on one of the Brackhampton-Finch sister’s many Chinese rugs and she told him how, to make up for her drab and dreary exterior she chose to wear very exotic underwear, the sexier or sluttier the better.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (009) In Funereal Finery

One of the inevitable side effects of getting older is that you seem to attend more and more funerals with every passing year, which is ironically just part of life, but for me funerals have had a profoundly erotic effect upon me ever since the incident that occurred on the morning of my grandfather’s funeral in 1963 when I was just 13 years old.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (010) Molly’s Folly (Part 01)

Molly Curtis was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she had a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits. Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Elliott, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover. When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (010) Molly’s Folly (Part 02)

When Molly and Samantha arrived at her Cousins house he was a mile and a half away in a bus shelter snogging a large breasted member of the darts team by the name of Brenda, after a drunken evening in the Rose and Crown. However a snog was all he got from her and he had a long walk home with lover’s balls. But it appeared to all intents and purposes that Molly Curtis was going to get even less than that from him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (010) Molly’s Folly (Part 03)

He crept upstairs to the spare room and slipped into bed, Molly was lying on her side with her back to him so he cuddled up and spooned her. “Mmmm” she murmured as he nuzzled her neck and slid his hand round on to her breast. As he toyed and teased her nipple he kissed her skin and breathed in her perfume, which was an unfamiliar fragrance. He moved his hand swiftly down her belly and she parted her thighs in anticipation of his digits arrival. “Mmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer and then were awash between her freshly waxed lips. “Good old Moll” he thought always keen as mustard

Choice Tales from the Vale – (011) A Woman of a Certain Age

It was just after the Sunday morning service had ended at St Jude’s when Michael Scanlon spotted her and thought for a woman of her age she had a particularly nice figure. The woman in question had just come down the steps from the church and had stopped briefly to converse with friends and by that time he was sitting at a table outside the Café Espresso just opposite the church entrance. He was not a Christian himself but he was often sat outside the Church on a Sunday morning when church emptied.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (012) The Lady in the Black Dress

It was a beautiful moonlit night at the Midsummers Eve Ball and just before midnight Luke Martin was enjoying an illicit cigar on the East Terrace of the Great Hall. The reason he chose that particular place to smoke was because it was the furthest from the ballroom and therefore the furthest away from his wife’s disapproving eye. But that wasn’t the only reason he always sought out that spot. He also went there to be alone because he rarely saw another soul, and he liked that, he liked the solitude, and he liked to enjoy his smoke in peace.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (013) A Man to be Trusted (Part 01)

“Take care of her?” said Winifred Hawkes-Holland as he opened the driver’s car door. “Will do boss” Harry replied giving his passenger a wry smile as he got behind the wheel. “I’m not a child,” Clare shouted petulantly out of the open window “and I don’t need babysitting” It was certainly true to say that Clare Hawkes was not a child, far from it.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (013) A Man to be Trusted (Part 02)

When they got to her door Clare announced “Honey! I’m home” Harry propped her against the doorframe as he unlocked the door and she began kissing his neck. “Behave yourself” he said and gave her a playful slap on her bum. “Oooh are you going to spank me Harry?” she asked

Choice Tales from the Vale – (014) An Innocent Voyeur (Part 01)

It was a hot sultry summer afternoon in the village of Sharping St Mary, only a few miles from Purplemere, and only that morning 20 year old Caroline Danville had returned to her home from University. Although she had actually left University a month earlier she had spent that month with her mother and stepfather in Bushy Down.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (014) An Innocent Voyeur (Part 02)

Julie started to touch and caress her nakedness, first her breasts, which caused Carrie to look away slightly embarrassed but her curiosity drew her back and her arousal heightened as she saw Julie’s long elegant fingers comb through her lush pubic curls and descend between her lips. Carrie watched Julie’s busy fingers, spellbound and her arousal grew deeper with each stroke of her stepmother’s slender digits.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (015) Birthday Girl’s

Emanuela Petrescu and Catarina Langella lived together in a two bedroom flat above a parade of shops in Childean and apart from the fact they were both 27 years old and female they had absolutely nothing in common at all. Emanuela was Romanian and was a doctor at the Winston Churchil Hospital and Caterina was Italian and was a hairdresser at Mazzone’s in the parade of shops she lived above. They liked different food, listened to different music and wore different clothes.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (016) The Accidental Cougar (Part 01)

Yvonne Maher lived alone in a large detached Georgian house in a well-heeled leafy corner of Shallowfield and it was a bright early autumn morning when she lay cosily beneath her duvet and reflected on what had been a very interesting and eventful summer. Yvonne was over fifty, only just over, but none the less she was the wrong side of that particular milestone and she was divorced to boot.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (016) The Accidental Cougar (Part 02)

It was a very hot day which got all the hotter for Yvonne when Philip took off his shirt and his muscular well-toned torso glistened with sweat. By the end of the day she was at boiling point and he had finished all the lawns and was ready to abandon his horticultural endeavours and focus his prowess towards attending to her bush.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (017) Bedding Bendy Wendy (Part 01)

Tom Haggerty lived in a quaint Tudor cottage in a quiet suburb on the posh side of Childean. He was fifty Two years old and recently widowed and immediately after his wife’s death he seemed to suddenly appear on the radar of the local spinster’s, widows and divorcees in and around his own age. In fact it all started at his wife’s funeral where he was buttonholed by two well-presented mourners who made it perfectly clear he could avail himself of them if he chose to do so.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (017) Bedding Bendy Wendy (Part 02)

So Wendy walked out through the French doors while Tom went into the kitchen and got two glasses from the cupboard and after opening the bottle of Pinot he poured two generous glasses of the wine and headed towards the patio. He stepped outside with a glass in each hand but his uninvited guest was nowhere to be seen, at least not at first. Tom had assumed she had just taken a turn around the garden while she was waiting and was about to put the glasses down and go in search of her when she suddenly came into view.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (017) Bedding Bendy Wendy (Part 03)

Tom felt faintly ridiculous having a 23 year old girlfriend and had a feeling of extreme amazement and delight, though more amazement if he was completely honest. His wife Mary would have laughed like a drain if she could have seen him with a girl she would have considered a child, he really missed Mary. The sex with Wendy was amazing and made his toes curl and also made his cock stir just to think about it and without wanting to be disloyal to his late wife’s memory it was probably the best sex he’d ever had, no that wasn’t true it was definitely the best sex he had ever had or was ever likely to have.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (018) Acting Their Ages (Part 01)

Yvonne Maher was a fifty-one year old divorcee and Tom Haggerty was fifty two and a widower and they were both spending there latter middle years alone. Neither of them had children from their respective marriages and had no extended family to speak of. They also shared the dubious honour of having dallied with younger lovers, much younger lovers. Yvonne lived alone in a large detached Georgian house in a well-heeled leafy corner of Shallowfield Yvonne was only just over fifty, but none the less she was the wrong side of that particular milestone but she wasn’t a lonely divorcee because Yvonne had a wide circle of friends.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (018) Acting Their Ages (Part 02)

Both of them had put a stop to their respective cradle snatching relationships and put their hopes in something more age appropriate and eventually their wishes were answered one day when a mutual friend introduced them to each other at a dinner party. The friend was Lynn Cooper who lived on Teardrop Lake, her daughter Jane did the cooking. During the course of the evening in between the main course and desert Tom leant over and asked “Do you remember 8 track stereo?” Yvonne smiled and nodded and all at once realised the significance of the question.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (019) A Rosie Memory

Kevin Bush was a 16 year old callow youth born and raised in Lower Gracewood, a quiet and unexciting village near Finchbottom. It was more than 20 years ago in the Vale and when he was still only 16 and he was invited to a house party at the home of the friend of a friend in Finchbottom. He wasn’t going to go at first, house parties weren’t really his kind of thing, but he allowed himself to be persuaded and as it turned out he was glad that he had because that was when he first saw Rosie Byrne.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (020) In His Favourite Chair (Part 01)

Professor Robert Shadwell was a dry and crusty academic who was Professor of History at Abbottsford University. He was in his fiftieth year and was considered by everyone who knew him to be as dull as ditch water and capable of talking about nothing but his subject, in detail and at length. But no one was ever as they seemed and he was no exception.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (020) In His Favourite Chair (Part 02)

So instead of entering the Morning room from the garden he chose to peer through the gap between the curtains and he spied a scene which gave the Professor an instant hard on. His housekeeper's daughter, Johanna, was sitting in his favourite leather chair. He loved that chair with its faded and cracked Brown Leather, which was well stuffed and comfortable.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (021) Dressed in Yellow (Part 01)

It was a beautiful sunny day in the village of Dulcet-on-Brooke where James Herring sat on his sunny terrace looking at the girl in the yellow dress, a beautiful girl with her brunette hair cascading onto the sun kissed skin of her shoulders. The Sun Terrace James was sitting on looked out across an expanse of lawn which ran down to the bank of the River Brooke.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (021) Dressed in Yellow (Part 02)

“Let’s go out on the boat” John suggested, though Elaine wasn’t at all impressed by the idea and threw him a glare, she had just got herself settled on a lounger after clearing away after lunch. Despite Elaine’s displeasure however the general consensus was in favour of cruising on the River. So with almost all agreeing with John’s suggestion, Gemma was excitedly gathering everything together off the terrace as the group slowly made their way to the jetty, she loved going out on the boat it was her idea to buy it when they bought the house on the River.

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

It was a glorious day in the Finchbottom Vale, though the occasion at the Childean Memorial Hall was a gloomy one, when Vincent Ellington saw her standing alone on the terrace, bathed in the afternoon sun and staring out into the distance. Vincent was a thirty something accountant and longstanding family friend of the Land’s. He walked up behind her and lightly stroked the back of Lisa’s naked arm. “Are you ok honey?” he asked

Choice Tales from the Vale – (023) After the Funeral

It was a glorious day in the Finchbottom Vale, though the occasion at the Childean Memorial Hall was a gloomy one, and Vincent Ellington was a thirty something accountant and longstanding family friend of the grieving widow. And it was when he was comforting the widow that he got really turned on, but he was unable to give her the benefit of it due to the fact that she was the grieving widow and the wife of his deceased best friend.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (024) Are You Wearing Stockings?

Carl Rogers was in Beiderbecke’s, a seedy Jazz Club in an equally seedy corner of Finchbottom. It was just approaching 11 pm when he arrived and he already had several drinks under his belt and he had just ordered another drink at the bar when he spied her in the gloom, their eyes met across the room and he knew he wanted her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (025) When Aunty Ruth Came To Visit (Part 01)

The Dawkins Family lived in the village of Pangmere situated on the Finchbottom Road between Mornington and Finchbottom. Julian and Sheila were the Licensees of the Red Lion and their children, twins Brian and Karen, went to college in Finchbottom. The family had lived at the Red Lion since the children were little and they were very happy there and Julian and Sheila had really turned the place around.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (025) When Aunty Ruth Came To Visit (Part 02)

Aunty Ruth positioned herself, as usual, on the sofa opposite the chair Brian was sitting in. She knew instantly that she had his attention so she slowly crossed her legs and exposed a tantalising expanse of thigh from her knee up to her stocking top. As she sat in the lounge with the birthday boy and his family she repeated the manoeuvre time after tantalising time and Brian’s eyes were transfixed on Ruth’s delightful tableaux and then another adjustment of her posture disclosed not only both her stocking tops but everything beyond because she was naked underneath.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (026) Goddess Seduction (Part 01)

Justine Wyatt was a 25 year old Estate Agent at Lyndon-Sanders Properties in Purplemere, it wasn’t her chosen career nor was it what she envisaged doing when she left University with an English Literature degree, but she had to do something and she seemed to be quite good at it and it paid the bills.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (026) Goddess Seduction (Part 02)

It was the first time Justine’s lips had tasted such a kiss and was left wanting more when it stopped. Even though she enjoyed the kiss very much, she had never looked at a woman the way she looked at Carol. Justine wasn’t gay, she had only ever been with men, and she needed to say it before things went too far. Carol was smiling at her again but Justine smiled weakly back and looked troubled. “I’m not…” she began but Carol put a finger to Justine’s lips

Choice Tales from the Vale – (027) Kissing Cousins (Part 01)

The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s lived in Childean and every year they had a family holiday in Spain together. Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, all stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira just along the coast from Benidorm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (027) Kissing Cousins (Part 02)

He stood up effortlessly and his hands settled on her narrow hips and then as he nuzzled her neck they moved across her soft flat belly before they slipped upwards beneath her camisole and cupped her firm little breasts and he teased her nipples to erection. Mark kissed the nape of her neck while still caressing her breasts and then he whispered in her ear and Karen pulled her camisole off over her head. Completely naked and blushing she turned to look at him and he kissed her mouth eagerly then he pushed her gently forward so she could kneel on the bed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (028) Grecian Yearns

It was in the late 1980’s when Neil Jackson, a Uniform Police Constable in Finchbottom, was on holiday with a group of fellow officers. They were staying in an apartment on the Island of Andros in the Cyclades chain. It was a quiet island due to the fact it was a two hour ferry ride from the mainland but Neil thought it was worth it.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (029) The Mystery Assailant (Part 01)

The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a family holiday in Spain together. Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, all stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the coast from Benidorm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (029) The Mystery Assailant (Part 02)

Waking up on a hot summer afternoon to find a Mystery Assailant performing on him was an unexpected delight and as he lay back and savored the pleasure, his blissful assailant in order to take him into her throat half climbed onto the sofa presenting him with her beautiful round arse well in striking distance of his hand.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (030) In the Afterglow

It was in the late 1980’s when Gordon Cunningham, a Uniform Police Constable in Finchbottom, was on holiday with a group of fellow officers. They were staying in an apartment on the Island of Andros in the Cyclades chain. It was a quiet island due to the fact it was a two hour ferry ride from the mainland but Gordon thought it was worth it.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (031) Sisterhood (Part 01)

The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a family holiday in Spain together. Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the coast from Benidorm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (031) Sisterhood (Part 02)

And there he stood for God knows how long with his hands on his head muttering to his erect penis. “I suppose I’m going to have to deal with you in a minute” he said to him with his mind still full of vivid pictures of her nakedness and then the door opened suddenly and Julie stepped in wearing a dressing gown and stared down at his erect cock. “I’m…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her lips gesturing him to silence.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (031) Sisterhood (Part 03)

He rolled off Julie and there they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period. Then he looked at her and said “Was that worth waiting 10 years for”? “Oh God yes” she replied still panting. “Am I as good as Karen?” she asked

Choice Tales from the Vale – (032) Down on the Beach

It was in the late 1980’s when Geoff Ashworth, a Uniform Police Constable in Finchbottom, was on holiday with a group of fellow officers. They were staying in an apartment on the Island of Andros in the Cyclades chain. It was a quiet island due to the fact it was a two hour ferry ride from the mainland but Geoff thought it was worth it.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (033) Sitting Pretty

The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a family holiday in Spain together. Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the coast from Benidorm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (034) Afternoon Delight

It was in the late 1980’s when Neil Tipper, a Uniform Police Constable in Finchbottom, was on holiday with a group of fellow officers. They were staying in an apartment on the Island of Andros in the Cyclades chain. It was a quiet island due to the fact it was a two hour ferry ride from the mainland but Neil thought it was worth it. The lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces. A group of girls from the Vale and among them was Debbie Parsley a girl he had known at school in fact she was his first crush.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (035) Bareback Rider (Part 01)

James Gardner was 25 years old and single and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at a bed and breakfast in Shallowfield. A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale. He was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (035) Bareback Rider (Part 02)

James spent about two hours up on the exposed rocky shelf and then he decided to head off into the cool of the forest. Anna at the B&B had given him a number of popular birding sites and he was looking for a small clearing where a green Woodpecker had been sited. Well it was about an hour into his trek when he realized he was hopelessly lost, blundering about in the woods and he was desperately looking for a landmark.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (035) Bareback Rider (Part 03)

“Don’t stop on my account,” he said continuing to close the distance. But she said nothing and just stood stock still against the horse pretending not to be there. When he was stood directly behind her he lifted the white shirttail and she took a deep breath, and as he put his hands against the naked skin of her waist she let the breath out again. He ran his hands slowly up her back, he could feel her ribs beneath his fingers and her heart thumping behind them.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (035) Bareback Rider (Part 04)

She was nicely tight and James was relishing his task as he went up her again and again and with every deep penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts until He could feel himself on the threshold and Hester started to squeal with each stroke. She was wrapped around the horses neck like a rodeo rider as he banged into her again and again and her squeals ended with a scream of satisfaction when she went rigid and he finished inside the honey cunnied little Philly and he left it up her until his cock twitched its last.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (036) The Taming of the Shrew (Part 01)

Stewart and Carole Simpson had been married for coming up to five years and lived in a cul-de-sac in a modern development in Childean. They were both in their late twenties and had well paid jobs that they enjoyed, they had two foreign holidays every year and had a very comfortable life.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (036) The Taming of the Shrew (Part 02)

Almost the moment Carole left the house Mary started screaming and shouting at him hurling obscenities at him. He tried to reason with her and explained how unpleasant she was being but she just swore at him some more and finally his patience with her was finished and he decided that she had to be punished so he grabbed hold of her arm and wrestled with her until she was bent across his knee.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (036) The Taming of the Shrew (Part 03)

The naughty little kitten purred like a cat that got the cream as she lay across his lap and he was enjoying the moment and trying to decide how he would enjoy her some more when she suddenly climbed off his lap and without looking at him she bent over the coffee table invitingly, clearly she had decided for him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (036) The Taming of the Shrew (Part 04)

After a moment or two he drew out his shaft from its wet sheath and stood up to look down at her panting quivering body from her perfect little breasts, surmounted by dark pink nipples, her flat white stomach to her damp triangle of sable and pronounced himself pleased with his evenings disciplinary action.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (037) Sleeping Arrangements (Part 01)

The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a family holiday together in Spain. Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the coast from Benidorm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (037) Sleeping Arrangements (Part 02)

Karen then proceeded to pee; and this did nothing to diminish his erection as he always found it inexplicably arousing. Karen obviously noticed his cock twitch in his pants because after she wiped herself dry she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and pulled him closer.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (038) Room Service (Part 01)

James Gardner was 25 years old and single and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at a bed and breakfast in Shallowfield. A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale. He was a bit of a loner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (038) Room Service (Part 02)

Pausing only to kiss him, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, and a quite electric kiss with just the right amount of urgency. She stood back again giving him another long appraising look and she bit her lip as she stared at his erection.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (038) Room Service (Part 03)

Once he had satisfied both Anna and his own animal appetite he began kissing his way up her body, her primeval fragrance all around his mouth, he stopped when he reached her breasts and sucked on her teats while he fingered her hot pussy with two fingers, Anna moaned deliciously as he frigged her and barked like a seal as she came.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (039) There's Something About Mary (Part 01)

Stewart Simpson was an unremarkable man in his late twenties, and he had been married to Carole, whom he loved very much, for over five years. They lived in a cul-de-sac in a modern development in Childean and had well paid jobs that they both enjoyed, they had two foreign holidays every year and had a very comfortable life.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (039) There's Something About Mary (Part 02)

So on Carole’s nights out when Mary appeared she would sometime be in her nightclothes or just in a dressing gown, fresh from the shower and quite often she would dress up. And that was the case on one Friday evening about a year after he had first disciplined her. It was mid-July and Carole had flown to New York for the weekend with her other sister Karen on a shopping trip.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (039) There's Something About Mary (Part 03)

Stewart then plopped down heavily on the sofa and Mary lifted herself from her ravished position and sat in the adjacent armchair. He thought that odd because she normally liked a bit of a cuddle. “So what have you done?” he asked “Well…” she began but then there was a knock at the lounge door which made Stewart jump and made Mary giggle “It’s my friend Anjuli” she said triumphantly “She’s been a very naughty girl too”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (039) There's Something About Mary (Part 04)

“Ow!” the recipient retorted “Two” Mary announced with delight And then the right cheek felt his stinging slap “Ow!” “Three” Mary shouted and bounced in the chair

Choice Tales from the Vale – (039) There's Something About Mary (Part 05)

Stewart sat on the sofa with his cock trying to burst through his trousers as he looked on and Mary was in ecstasy as Anjuli licked amidst her tangy petals. He turned his lustful gaze on Anjuli’s caramel coloured rump and the tuft of black pubes between her thighs. But it was seeing Mary’s sweet face distorted in ecstatic orgasm that told him it was time for him to intervene and concern himself with his own pleasure.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (040) Holiday Highlight

The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a family holiday together in Spain. Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the coast from Benidorm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (041) Anna Bella

James Gardner was 25 years old and single and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at a bed and breakfast in Shallowfield. A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale. He was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (042) The Girl in the Pink Pyjamas (Part 01)

Mark Sheridan was twenty two and had just returned to his parents’ home in Shallowfield after completing his degree. After the obligatory kiss and hug for his mother and helping his dad unload the car he went straight upstairs to his room.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (042) The Girl in the Pink Pyjamas (Part 02)

It was a glorious day in the middle of May, unseasonably warm and the type of day that England was made for and Mark and his parents were invited to the Coates’s for a BBQ. In the week following Mark’s arrival back in Shallowfield from University he had been up early every morning just on the off chance that he might catch a glimpse of Amy tripping around the garden in her pyjamas once more but he never saw her out there again and inexplicably he was really disappointed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (042) The Girl in the Pink Pyjamas (Part 03)

As she had been working at the pub that lunchtime she was still dressed in her waitress uniform of short black skirt and tights and a crisp white blouse, always a nice combo, Mark liked her in her uniform almost as much as her PJ’s. It was the first chance he had to ogle her glorious bod at close quarters.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (042) The Girl in the Pink Pyjamas (Part 04)

“Oh don’t give me the pretty girl spiel” Amy said and laughed “Well that’s what I see” he said defensively “And you like me in this dress?” she asked “Of course” he said “though not as much as in your PJ’s” “When did you see me in my Pyjamas?” she asked in horror

Choice Tales from the Vale – (042) The Girl in the Pink Pyjamas (Part 05)

During their fourth week of dating Amy was a little quieter than normal so halfway through the week Mark asked her what was wrong. “What’s wrong is you’re going to Spain in two days’ time and you’ll be spending two weeks chasing pretty Spanish girls in the sunshine” “What I will be doing is spending two weeks missing you” he said “And counting the days until I come back to you”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (042) The Girl in the Pink Pyjamas (Part 06)

He sat down under the canopy of honeysuckle and Jasmine in the dappled shade to wait for the girl he had fallen in love with and day dreamed about her. Mark continued to dream of her for the next forty minutes and he stopped when he caught sight of Amy, the girl of his dreams, coming across the lawn wearing the beautiful emerald green dress that he liked her in so much and he immediately wondered if the colour of her knickers and bra matched the dress which caused him a significant trouser tickle.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (042) The Girl in the Pink Pyjamas (Part 07)

Amy sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipple between his thumb and forefinger until he disengaged his mouth from hers and she immediately tried to reattach but he broke away again as unbeknown to her he had other plans for his mouth.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (042) The Girl in the Pink Pyjamas (Part 08)

Mark manoeuvred Amy back until he could slide her buttocks onto the patio table to support her weight while he knelt before her and he looked up and saw Amy had her eyes closed and was biting her lip

Choice Tales from the Vale – (043) Promoting Celebration

The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a family holiday together in Spain. Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the coast from Benidorm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (044) Stable Relationships (Part 01)

James Gardner was 25 years old and single and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at a bed and breakfast in Shallowfield. A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale. He was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (044) Stable Relationships (Part 02)

As James headed down the Road through Shallowfield his legs were really feeling it, all of his sexual interludes had taken their toll and by the time he reached the top of the hill he had to stop to take a breather and a drink, then he made the longer and gentler descent. Halfway down the road the rain came and so he took shelter beneath a tree for five minutes and then he got going again, but after another five minutes the rain came again only this time there were no convenient trees to shelter under.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (044) Stable Relationships (Part 03)

James took Hester by the hand and bent her across his knee then he pulled the baggy jumper up over her hips and exposed her perfect little buttocks. “I think six of the best is in order for a naughty girl” he said “you must count” And he gave a firm crisp slap on one cheek “One” Hester said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (044) Stable Relationships (Part 04)

As Summer lay bent over James’ lap his cock prodded the belly of his subject as he inspected the red bloom where he had spanked her bare flesh

Choice Tales from the Vale – (044) Stable Relationships (Part 05)

W hen she disengaged her enthusiastic lips from his bell end he sat down on the blanket beside her, his cock perpendicularly proud and the naughty little filly took no persuading to climb aboard and at the second attempt her tight pussy lips encased his throbbing dick as her slippery lips slid down to the root of his shaft and the satisfying moan that escaped her as she mounted him was such a primeval, sensual sound it made him grow another inch inside her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (044) Stable Relationships (Part 06)

He opened the door slightly looking out for “mummy’s” arrival not that he had a clue what “mummy” looked like. So he decided to turn his attention to spying on Hester throwing the occasional glance over his shoulder but mainly he just stared into the stable and he could see Hester was completely naked with her back to him and he continued to watch as she wriggled her skinny arse into her jodhpurs.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (045) A Room with a View (Part 01)

Claire Jarvis 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 the only child of well to do parents, who divorced when she was seven and as a result she had been thoroughly spoilt and was given everything her heart desired, except the one thing she craved most in all the world, their love and as a result she withdrew into her own world.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (045) A Room with a View (Part 02)

Carole Bean decide to return to University sooner than intended as she had work to finish and there were too many distractions at home, She let herself into the flat and was about to call out when she hear the sound of sensual moaning. She didn’t know who it was that was moaning or who was making them moan but it was making her hot so she put her bag down and carried on listening and with each soft sensual moan the burning heat inside kept on growing and decided to investigate.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (046) An Itch to be Scratched (Part 01)

The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a family holiday together in Spain. Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the coast from Benidorm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (046) An Itch to be Scratched (Part 02)

As the morning went on Mark was beginning to regret his decision as Karen was excessively tactile, invading his personal space at every opportunity and she even kept rubbing up against him like an overly friendly puppy and she did everything to make her affections clear without actually shagging his leg.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (046) An Itch to be Scratched (Part 03)

Aunt Agatha was reading an article from her magazine aloud, the subject matter of which escaped him, as did the magazines title as his gaze had been fixed on Karen’s busy fingers

Choice Tales from the Vale – (046) An Itch to be Scratched (Part 04)

Karen wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing, it wasn’t the first time he’d caught her frigging herself over the years and it wouldn’t be the last.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (047) Welcome to the Clayton Manor Hotel (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (047) Welcome to the Clayton Manor Hotel (Part 02)

When he went on his walkabout he could see Blaire Parrott as soon as he walked into the lounge, she wasn’t wearing her uniform but he recognised her from the earlier meeting because she was definitely flirting with him. “Hello” he said “Shouldn’t you be working” “I’m on my break,” she answered curtly

Choice Tales from the Vale – (047) Welcome to the Clayton Manor Hotel (Part 03)

“Well I’m not sure this is what my dad had in mind when he sent me here” Gary thought as Blaire had finally debagged him and released his cock and then she was quickly on her knees and takin him in her mouth, which she did with no encouragement from him. Blaire sucked him up to full arousal and so he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth, and she scrambled to her feet and after wiping her dribbling lips on her arm she kissed him again

Choice Tales from the Vale – (048) Halloween Harlots (Part 01)

Stewart had fallen asleep in front of the TV as he sat in his armchair in the lounge and awoke suddenly to find Mary Bean standing in the doorway. He wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real or if he was dreaming so he closed his eyes and when he opened them again she was still there and he smiled.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (048) Halloween Harlots (Part 02)

Mary was dressed as Wednesday Addams and she was wearing a black dress with large white cuffs and matching collar, he liked collar and cuffs to match, black tights, he presumed them to be tights anyway and low heels, but heels nonetheless to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a broad black belt with a large silver buckle.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (048) Halloween Harlots (Part 03)

Mary’s hands gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (048) Halloween Harlots (Part 04)

Mary was knelt on the bed and hurriedly began undoing his trousers. “Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face. “There he is” Mary said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the beast.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (048) Halloween Harlots (Part 05)

“Well come and get your treat then” Stewart said So she took off her witch’s hat and threw it on the floor before the little witch kissed him and he took her voluptuous young body in his arms. Whereas her friend Mary’s body was on the skinny side of slim Anjuli’s was curvy and full.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (048) Halloween Harlots (Part 06)

There was a pause in proceedings for another passionate fuelled wet kiss between Stewart and Anjuli and then he leant her backwards until she lay balanced along the sofa back. Obligingly her legs came up so he could pull her big black knickers off her over her boots.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (049) Love and Lust in Abbottsford (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (049) Love and Lust in Abbottsford (Part 02)

It was the day after the May bank holiday weekend when the house was empty that they had a long lingering farewell fuck in Amy’s bed among all her cuddly toys from her childhood. They lay in each arms for longer than they should have but reluctantly she dragged herself into the shower. “Do you want me to join you?” he offered “No we’re late enough already” she replied jokingly but in reality she was sad and she had a cry in the shower.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (049) Love and Lust in Abbottsford (Part 03)

Mark picked her up and sat her on the counter and positioned her just the way he did the first time he penetrated her tight cunny the previous summer in his parents garden.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (050) Jumping to Conclusions (Part 01)

Bob King’s boss said “Bob, go to the he replied Clayton Manor Hotel and meet a new client” “Sure, who am I meeting” he asked “Sam Barraclough”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (050) Jumping to Conclusions (Part 02)

The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on the arm of the chair as she prepared to seat herself and showed him a tantalising glimpse of stocking top which to his delight confirmed the suspicion that he had earlier. Effortlessly and elegantly she slipped into the vacant chair and gestured for him to sit beside her in the neighbouring chair.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (050) Jumping to Conclusions (Part 03)

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

Choice Tales from the Vale – (050) Jumping to Conclusions (Part 04)

So much blood was rushing to Bob’s nether regions that his legs were likely to buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap. “Nicely done” she said briefly disengaging from his mouth. He would have thanked her but her mouth was on his again before he got the chance. “Breast or leg? Breast or leg?” he kept reciting in his head as his hands caressed up and down her slender frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (050) Jumping to Conclusions (Part 05)

Bob could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at her feet and blushed. He stepped towards her without hesitation and gently lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. “I’m sorry” Bob said “you are just so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off you” And then he kissed her, it was a warm sensual kiss with probing tongues of passion and he began unbuttoning her blouse again but she stopped him in his tracks once more.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (050) Jumping to Conclusions (Part 06)

Samantha was breathing deeply as he kissed her skin and her chest was rising and falling as his lips reached her treasures. Samantha returned his smile and tried to kiss him again and this time he let her as his hands settled on her stocking tops.

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

I saw you in a different light today as you walked through the village of Dulcet Green when for first time you were a dazzling light of femininity, not the normal little tomboy in the cargo pants and baggy T-shirt. The usual beaten up old trainers had been replaced by four inch heels which shaped those normally concealed legs, whose black clad debut couldn’t fail to appeal.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (052) Things that go bump in the Night (Part 01)

Alison Holmes went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time. She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (052) Things that go bump in the Night (Part 02)

Alison was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance. She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure who she knocked off their feet and then ended up on top of them.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (052) Things that go bump in the Night (Part 03)

Eric yanked down her tights, which gave little resistance over her narrow hips and boney arse and the white cotton panties quickly followed suit. Once both tights and drawers were at knee height Alison accommodated him by extracting her unshod foot from the unwanted items.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (053) Long Tall Sally (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (053) Long Tall Sally (Part 02)

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

Choice Tales from the Vale – (053) Long Tall Sally (Part 03)

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

Choice Tales from the Vale – (054) Appetite’s (Part 01)

Derrick Budd and Sarah Helms had to spend the night at the Clayton Manor Hotel after being caught in a snow storm and had a bonus night of unbridled passion. Which is not uncommon for couples or married people, however Derek and Sarah were not a couple, though they were married just not to each other. In fact until the previous evening they hadn’t even met.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (054) Appetite’s (Part 02)

Her firm round breasts hung invitingly as she stooped over her bag and fished out a pink bra and matching knickers and Derek’s bulge returned with a vengeance. He walked up behind her and as she stood up she gasped and leant back in his arms, her short blonde hair, still wet against his skin

Choice Tales from the Vale – (055) Oh Carole (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (055) Oh Carole (Part 02)

Carole decided to try a cold shower, which did indeed cool her down but not where it mattered and Mark was still going at Amy hell for leather directly above her head. So she decided to go and get a drink of water but when she walked into the kitchen she was not alone. “Who are you?” she barked

Choice Tales from the Vale – (056) Sexual Harrassment 101 (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (056) Sexual Harrassment 101 (Part 02)

Blaire Parrott 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. Blaire was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years which was why she was so receptive to Gary’s attentions.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (056) Sexual Harrassment 101 (Part 03)

Blair took the Playford Palace card off the doorknob and turned it over to the “do not disturb” side and rehung it and then she calmly opened the door. Gary found her calm efficiency very arousing especially as he knew that all was not so calm down below. But once inside the room her calm façade melted away as Blaire quickly closed the door and began undoing his belt.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (057) The Missionary Position (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (057) The Missionary Position (Part 02)

Nicola was his first crush and she was 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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (057) The Missionary Position (Part 03)

They spent the rest of the day just talking, catching up and reminiscing. The years just seemed to have melted away and their paths had been very different since they last met. Hers had been one of pious devotion in the missions while his could best be summed up as self-indulgent.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (057) The Missionary Position (Part 04)

He focused his eyes on the cupboards behind her head, and thought to himself “I must not look, I must not look” “I thought a hot drink might help” she continued as she checked the milk boiling on the hob. Stephen wanted to look so badly, and as she turned back towards him he finally gave in and stared at her gaping fly and the pubic hair escaping from it.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (057) The Missionary Position (Part 05)

Nicola’s arms enveloped him as her embrace became more urgent and her tongue probed every corner of his mouth. His left hand settled on her buttock and he got his first hint at the contents of her old fashioned draw stringed pajamas when her cheek was firm to his touch. The destination for his other hand was a no brainer.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (057) The Missionary Position (Part 06)

Nicola was still biting her lip as he undid the belt on his robe and shrugged it off his shoulders so he was completely naked and her gaze fell immediately onto his engorged cock. Stephen knelt on the floor in front of her and with a hand on each white fleshed knee and he pushed them gently apart spreading her wide open until her pink pussy opened invitingly moist amidst the black whiskers.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (058) It Started with a Kiss (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (058) It Started with a Kiss (Part 02)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (058) It Started with a Kiss (Part 03)

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.
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Choice Tales from the Vale – (059) Wine and Nibbles (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (059) Wine and Nibbles (Part 02)

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.

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (061) In Car Entertainment (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (061) In Car Entertainment (Part 02)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (061) In Car Entertainment (Part 03)

“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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (062) Reconnections (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (062) Reconnections (Part 02)

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”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (062) Reconnections (Part 03)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (063) The Rebellious Miss Richmond (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (063) The Rebellious Miss Richmond (Part 02)

It had been a very quiet afternoon, and although the assistant manager, Blaire Parrott, was on a day off, she had everything set up and running like clockwork. All Gary Playford had to do was man reception for a couple of hours, but as there were no new arrivals expected until the evening he just sat in the small office at the back of reception and put his feet up and wait for the bell to ring.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (063) The Rebellious Miss Richmond (Part 03)

He had never looked at Sarah in a predatory manner because she was a chubster and he was an advocate of the school of thought that believed the nearer the bone the sweeter the meat. But as her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was warming to her and beginning to see her in an entirely different light, which may have been as a result of the erotic dream he had been having when she rang the bell.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (064) Alison and the Pool Guy (Part 01)

Alison Holmes went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time. She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette. All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (064) Alison and the Pool Guy (Part 02)

“Come on Ali” Carole called “come in and close the door” Alison nodded and smiled and mouthed the words “Five minutes” “Ok I’m coming” She replied to Carole and hoped she would be very soon. Eric sat in his cubicle and the anticipation was making him quite hard knowing Alison was only a few yards away and undressing for him and would soon be knocking on his door wearing only a swimsuit.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (064) Alison and the Pool Guy (Part 03)

At the moment her bony little arse made contact with his lap their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him a toothy smile and locked onto him again. Eric now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (065) Spanish Eyes

Paul Larkin sat drinking black coffee alone in the Addison’s café in Shallowfield just killing some time and he noticed her instantly as she entered, Dolores Genuardi, he was powerless to resist the movement of his eyes, as like magnets they were drawn towards the striking young woman's and her stunning beauty, her hair appeared black as a raven's wing as it caressed the dark caramel skin of her shoulders, but with the sun shining through the fine strands they betrayed its true brunette nature.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (066) Serendipity in all its Splendour

Dora Lesinska walked towards him and his eyes were drawn to the delights of her unfettered breasts, which danced erotically inside her white blouse. She saw him staring but his gaze was transfixed and unshakable and she turned up her nose as she passed him but glanced in his direction, a glance conveying utter disgust, then she threw her head back rather theatrically and headed for the street door.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (067) Returning to the Missions (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (067) Returning to the Missions (Part 02)

Stephen had a very disturbed night’s sleep full of erotic imagery, past and present lovers dressed as snowflakes frolicking before him, or enjoying a sixty-nine on a sheepskin rug, an angel bent naked over the sofa wearing nothing but wings.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (067) Returning to the Missions (Part 03)

He carefully positioned himself between her thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and she sucked in air through her teeth. The first stroke just added to her already lip creaming dream, the second had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath him and lick her lips.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (068) On the Night of the Summer Ball (Part 01)

Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, sexy and with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (068) On the Night of the Summer Ball (Part 02)

Although she had suggested they create a world their own there were still some events that Samantha was required to attend, such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball, which was why he was at home alone in Childean on Saturday night. He spent the day in the garden pottering about and in the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (068) On the Night of the Summer Ball (Part 03)

As soon as Samantha had stroked him to a satisfactory state of arousal she stopped kissing him and took the wine glass from his hand and nonchalantly took a leisurely drink while still massaging his manhood with her other gloved hand and smiling at him mischievously before releasing her grip and walking over to the sofa where she stood with her back to him knowing full well he would follow and as he did he put down his own drink so he would have both hands free to grapple with the elegant little temptress.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (069) Randy Mandy

It was in the early hours of the morning and Mandy laying partially clothed on the sofa and was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position as he left her when he pulled out of pussy and left her sullied and exhausted. John was sitting in an arm chair and had also been sleeping but awoke to see Mandy wearing a T-shirt, rucked up around her neck, a denim skirt in a similar style around her waist and one sock. And on close inspection of his own situation realised he was completely naked.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (070) The First 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”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (071) Alison and the Spa Guy (Part 01)

Alison Holmes went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time. She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (071) Alison and the Spa Guy (Part 02)

For Alison’s 20 th birthday Eric took her to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and she was in paradise, there were so many ways to get clean and equally as many places to get dirty and for three days they were never dry especially not Alison.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (072) Birthday Surprise (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (072) Birthday Surprise (Part 02)

As it was a nice summer afternoon he decided to walk into the village and deliver the flowers. He walked up the path to Sarah’s house and knocked on the door but when it opened, instead of the round and jovial Sarah he was greeted by someone altogether different, younger, skinnier and prettier.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (072) Birthday Surprise (Part 03)

Michele steered him to one of the armchairs and pushed him down and as he sat down he pulled her down with him so she was sitting on his lap. Because she was so tall, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (073) The Scarlet Woman (Part 01)

Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday, not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling, but his girlfriend Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, and sexy with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (073) The Scarlet Woman (Part 02)

Samantha gave Bob directions and they headed towards the posh end of the Vale. “Oh I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said “I don’t get nob as often as I’d like” Sam replied “Samantha Barraclough?” he said shocked “I thought you were a lady” “I am a lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied “with you I can be a Trollope”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (073) The Scarlet Woman (Part 03)

Bob was sat on the kitchen stool with a scantily clad Samantha stood Pressed up against him and then she fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool. This motion offered up her stocking topped thigh to within easy reach of his hand, a situation he immediately took advantage of.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (074) Double Trouble on the Train

Lifelong best friends Greg Wishaw and Joshua Regal worked together for Stanislas, Boivin and Champeaux Solicitors in Finchbottom and spent their annual bonus on the trip of a life time on the Orient Express and were partying hard in the bar car when Greg got chatting with a drop dead gorgeous girl called Tara Harfield, who was serious posh totty, and seriously hot.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (075) A Call of Nature

Jude Marante was on his Easter break from his second year at Abbottsford University and he was at his parents’ home in Shallowfield, and his parents and younger brother Tony were all at work.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (076) A Vision of Pulchritude

Sweet Isabel walked in to the party with a delicate air and she entered his life like a breath of spring, enlivening him and her sweet refreshing presence altered everything in his world for ever. Heads turned to watch the maiden, a vision of pulchritude, as she moved like liquid lust, but she had eyes for him and him alone.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (077) The Second Adventure (Part 01)

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”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (077) The Second Adventure (Part 02)

Gary and Sarah sat in a clearing kissing, but fearful of discovery he broke away from her again and insisted urgently “We really need to go further under cover” “No” she said again and began to unzip his fly.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (078) Carole’s Dirty Digits (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (078) Carole’s Dirty Digits (Part 02)

Carole and Claire were late leaving the Vale but the fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way, in fact because the traffic was lighter they got to the house in Abbottsford only ten minutes later than they had originally planned. They were just taking dinner orders as they arrived so Carole let Claire choose while Carole claimed the last two remaining places in the lounge, which were in the bay window.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (078) Carole’s Dirty Digits (Part 03)

Carole and Claire were situated in the perfect place for their purposes, they could see everyone else but no one could see anything of them below the chest, unless they were stood directly facing them and if anyone did that they would stop.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (079) A Rude Awakening (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (079) A Rude Awakening (Part 02)

Michelle Singer was the niece of Sarah Busby, one of his employees. She had been sent by her mother to stay with her aunt to keep her out of trouble. But after a chance meeting while her aunt was out of the house she had become another notch in his not inconsiderably carved bedpost.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (079) A Rude Awakening (Part 03)

As Michelle got closer to her finale she tried to wriggle deeper under cover to supress her final orgasmic scream which arrived right on cue as with his final spearing thrust he exploded in her. He stood behind her with his hands resting on her hips savouring the moment, and he stroked her perfect smooth brown buttocks absentmindedly committing every moment of that spine tingling encounter to his memory.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (080) Their First Holiday (Part 01)

Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, and sexy with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (080) Their First Holiday (Part 02)

Samantha gave him no indication of what she had planned for their holiday, where they were going or what they were doing but Bob didn’t mind in the slightest as long as he was with her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (080) Their First Holiday (Part 03)

“We have arrived,” she said “Where are we?” he asked genuinely not knowing where the hell they were. “Come on” she instructed and got out the car and opened the boot. “But where are we?” he asked again

Choice Tales from the Vale – (081) Double Trouble on the Ward

Lifelong best friends Greg Wishaw and Joshua Regal worked together for Stanislas, Boivin and Champeaux Solicitors in Finchbottom and spent their annual bonus on the trip of a life time on the Orient Express and were partying hard in the bar car when Greg got chatting with a drop dead gorgeous girl called Tara Harfield, who was serious posh totty, and seriously hot.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (082) After the Funeral Was Over (Part 01)

He couldn’t face the wake so instead of joining everyone else at the Memorial Hall Clive Miles went home from the Crematorium to an empty house. The house he and his wife had shared in Childean for 15 years. When he got inside he slipped his jacket off and went to the kitchen and poured himself a drink and then cried.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (082) After the Funeral Was Over (Part 02)

When Clive had both hands up Fiona’s skirt he began dragging her tights down over her skinny arse. Which prompted Fiona to pull her mouth away from his and he was expecting her to call a halt to proceedings, as he should already have done, but instead she said. “Don’t ladder my tights”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (083) Green Eyed Goddess

She was a green eyed goddess, pretty as a picture, but not common place, pretty like a work of art, her peaches and cream complexion as fresh as any English rose. Ringlets of flaming red cascaded down on to her ivory skin, skin as pale and smooth as fine porcelain.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (084) The Adventure Playground (Part 01)

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”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (084) The Adventure Playground (Part 02)

As they walked towards the door he looked at Sara who was wearing a short denim skirt, a pale blue short sleeved top, low cut obviously, blue and white ankle socks and trainers, and he ascertained it wouldn’t take long to get her prepared for action and as Gary had on a t-shirt and elastic waisted swim shorts he knew he could be bollock naked in seconds. So once outside he said “So where to?” “To the woods” she replied before adding “and quickly”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (085) Distress Call (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (085) Distress Call (Part 02)

When he reached Abbottsford he parked up outside Amy’s digs and walked up to the front door and rang the bell. The door was opened by one of the housemates, Alison, the skinny OCD one. “Hi Ali” he said “Hello Mark” she replied “Go straight up, She’s in her room” So he went up the stairs and straight to Amy’s door and knocked twice.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (086) Private and Confidential (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (086) Private and Confidential (Part 02)

The decision to promote Blaire was rather forced on him after Stanislaw Gorski tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Playford Palace group for ten years and had been the Assistant manager at the Clayton Manor for 5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (086) Private and Confidential (Part 03)

26 years old Blaire Parrott was married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years, which was why she was so receptive to Gary’s attentions. she had worked at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two of those, and was now the assistant manager, and it was something of which she was very proud, to have been promoted was a great achievement and the majority of the staff were pleased for her, although one or two put it down to her being rewarded for services rendered.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (086) Private and Confidential (Part 04)

“I had to do a reference” he replied “his file is still on the desk somewhere” He said as he glanced over his shoulder and all of a sudden she rose up from the chair and reached over and grabbed the file marked “private and confidential” and began reading it. “You were telling the truth” she said “So I can live there” “Why would I lie?” he asked affronted

Choice Tales from the Vale – (087) House Warming (Part 01)

Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend was anything but,

Choice Tales from the Vale – (087) House Warming (Part 02)

So having overcome their initial difficulties of not being accepted in each other’s worlds and having set out to make a world of their own, they made the decision, after a year of courting to move in together.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (087) House Warming (Part 03)

Which was when with the job done, and Bob suitably positioned southwest of Samantha’s casually clad arse, he thought he might give her a house warming present so he put his hands on her shoulders and said “Thanks Sam, it would have taken ages without you”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (088) Meeting Poppy (Part 01)

Colin Weeks was a farmer up at Woodside Farm between Sharping St Mary and Purplemere although to all intents and purposes it was no longer a farm because Colin weeks kept horses. After he and his sister inherited the farm from their father they rented out the majority of the surrounding land to neighbouring farms which gave them a reasonable income and allowed them to indulge their passion, which was horses.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (088) Meeting Poppy (Part 02)

“Didn’t you hear me tell you to go?” he asked her “Yes” she said meekly “So why are you still here” he said directly in front of her “Well?”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (089) Damsel in Distress (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (089) Damsel in Distress (Part 02)

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.

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (091) The Inclement Adventure (Part 01)

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”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (091) The Inclement Adventure (Part 02)

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.

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

Choice Tales from the Vale – (093) On a Plate (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (093) On a Plate (Part 02)

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”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (094) Age is just a Number (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (094) Age is just a Number (Part 02)

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

Choice Tales from the Vale – (095) Guardian Angel (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (095) Guardian Angel (Part 02)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (095) Guardian Angel (Part 03)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (096) The Daring Young Girl on the Flying Trapeeze (Part 01)

There was a military funeral in the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, for Private Owen Mumford of the Downshire Light Infantry, killed by an IAD in Afghanistan. The funeral and the memorial service were both well attended as Owen was a popular lad in the village and everyone had a tale to tell about him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (096) The Daring Young Girl on the Flying Trapeeze (Part 02)

Martyn and Sharon had already had a couple of drinks when he suggested another, but she declined. “I’ll walk you home then” Martyn said “Ok” she replied He offered to walk her home out of gallantry but in truth she could have defended herself better than he could, her body being solid, firm and muscular.
Cherry

Choice Tales from the Vale – (097) Reflected Glory

On the Eve of the Summer Ball as a scented breeze blew across the Vale, Nicola Shelley sat before the mirror putting her earing in, her head inclined to one side, so her fine brown hair cascaded down and falls off her shoulders, as the evening sun shimmers on the fine strands. The lustrous skin of her shoulders and back was naked but for the slender straps of her dress and silently invited his caress.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (098) The Backwoods Adventure (Part 01)

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”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (098) The Backwoods Adventure (Part 02)

“Come out of there you dirty pair” a voice shouted as Gary fingered Sara in the disabled loo “That’s a shame” Gary said “you were just lathering up a treat” “Never mind” she said stoically “I’m not drying up any time soon” They stood up and Sara put her tits back in their holster as Gary made himself comfortable enough to run. “We know you’re in there” the voice shouted and banged on the door again

Choice Tales from the Vale – (098) The Backwoods Adventure (Part 03)

Sara studied his hard on intently for a few moments and then said “I don’t think I’ll bother after all” “You cheeky cow” he said affronted, as she turned on her heels and ran up a side track giggling like a schoolgirl.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (099) Erotic Buffet (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (099) Erotic Buffet (Part 02)

Amy was going to a gig on Saturday night with her housemates and it was a kind of end of term celebration. The house was empty when they got there so Mark took her bags up to her room while Amy went into the kitchen to make drinks.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (100) Yuletide Felicitations

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (101) Early Rising

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (102) Fallen Angels (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (102) Fallen Angels (Part 02)

On their first deployment together he left his house Dulcet St Mary in his uniform and drove the short distant to Dulcet Green and picked up Sam, who he thought looked very cute in her shiny new uniform. And thought back to the moment she first mentioned that she wanted help him with his voluntary work, including Roving Angels.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (102) Fallen Angels (Part 03)

Paul and Sam dumped their gear in the car and went off to meet Owen for a much-needed beer, but Sam still other ideas. And it was when they were walking passed the library, holding hands and chatting, that she formulated her plan.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (103) Studying Poppy (Part 01)

Colin Weeks was a farmer up at Woodside Farm between Sharping St Mary and Purplemere although to all intents and purposes it was no longer a farm because Colin weeks kept horses. After he and his sister inherited the farm from their father they rented out the majority of the surrounding land to neighbouring farms which gave them a reasonable income and allowed them to indulge their passion, which was horses.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (103) Studying Poppy (Part 02)

“COME HERE” he called to her accompanied by a gesture. She stopped what she was doing and trotted across the yard to the back door. “Hi Colin” she said, her rain soaked face smiling, and then she shivered. “Come inside, you’ll catch your death”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (103) Studying Poppy (Part 03)

Colin sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and staring out through the rain streaked window. After about half an hour he went into the utility room and checked the contents of the tumble drier. He had no idea what was in there as Poppy had already loaded it he merely switched it on.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (103) Studying Poppy (Part 04)

“I wanted you too, so why didn’t you tell me?” she asked “Because I was 25 and you were only 17” “So you didn’t want to take advantage of me because of my age?” “That’s right,” he answered truthfully again “And not because I look funny?” she said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (103) Studying Poppy (Part 05)

As she sat on his desk he stroked her outer thighs as he looked forward to her sliding onto his cock as he sat in his chair. But at the point of potential penetration a look of doubtfulness crossed her face and she said “I don’t know what to do”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (104) The Girl with the Flaming Red Hair

John Coe had spent the day sailing on Teardrop Lake and as he approached the jetty he saw a figure standing there.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (105) The Railway Adventure (Part 01)

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”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (105) The Railway Adventure (Part 02)

They sat in the main carriage as the train rattled its way through the countryside “I think trains make me horny” Sara said quietly “Everything makes you horny lately” he said “I haven’t heard you complain” she pointed out

Choice Tales from the Vale – (106) The Christmas Gift

Claire Jarvis 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 the only child of well to do parents who divorced when she was seven and as a result she had been thoroughly spoilt and was given everything her heart desired except the one thing she craved the most in all the world, their love and as a result she withdrew into her own world.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (107) Taking the Pledge (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (107) Taking the Pledge (Part 02)

The doors closed just in time to prevent a rather oily looking man in an expensive suit from joining them, and the moment the doors closed Blaire pinned him in the corner and thrust her tongue in his mouth. Then with a “ping” the door opened again to reveal an elderly couple, so Blaire resumed her position beside him and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (108) After Dinner Digestive (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (108) After Dinner Digestive (Part 02)

Paul spent Saturday night watching a movie and drinking wine but at some point he leant back against the cushions and promptly fell asleep. He woke up just after eleven o’clock, and he only woke up then because he needed a pee so he got up and attended to the matter in hand.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (108) After Dinner Digestive (Part 03)

“So you decided not to have David drive you home?” “It would have been cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey only to dash his hopes” she said This bought about another burst of laughter and when she eventually composed herself she was laying at full stretch on her back looking up at Paul

Choice Tales from the Vale – (108) After Dinner Digestive (Part 04)

The quality of a kiss is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual nature dependent on the perspective of the participants. With kissing it can be the thickness of the lips, the width of the mouth, the size of the tongue, the size of the oral cavity and the amount of saliva produced.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (109) The Magnificent Girl in the Army Greens (Part 01)

In the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, Martyn Wingrove left the pub for the short walk to his house. He walked along the quiet path that wound its way through the small wood and was rather enjoying the peace and solitude, when he was suddenly felled and left lying prostrate on the ground and then he felt a great weight on his chest

Choice Tales from the Vale – (109) The Magnificent Girl in the Army Greens (Part 02)

He opened the door and let Sharon inside and she immediately bent down and began unlacing her boots. And while she was doing that he went in the hall to hang up his coat and slip his shoes off. But when he went back in the kitchen Sharon was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and her dog tags.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (109) The Magnificent Girl in the Army Greens (Part 03)

He climbed off the bed and was knelt on the floor between her legs looking up at her, head turned to one side, mouth open, eyes closed, and her tongue constantly licking her lips in anticipation. he reached up his hands to her belly and slipping his fingers between the waistband of her shorts and her quivering flesh he tugged them gently over her hips and off her firm round buttocks and then slowly and tantalisingly down her thighs towards her knees and from there they slipped easily past her ankles.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (110) Party Girls

Dan Stone hated office parties, but at Finchbottom Finance it was an annual ritual that apparently had to be endured. The reason he didn’t like them was that all the really nice girls turned out to have no taste in men whatsoever, the plain homely looking ones turned out to be total sluts and the dead certs apparently had steel drawers.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (111) Lovely Lady Eleanor

The lovely lady Eleanor is a pretty young woman, a sweet dusky maiden with luscious skin the shade of molten chocolate with an exotic scent that makes your head spin and your pulse race, leaving you dizzy with delight.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (112) The Seaside Adventure (Part 01)

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”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (112) The Seaside Adventure (Part 02)

The rain hammered down all the way to the coast and Sara thought he was being extremely optimistic about the weather clearing. They parked on the sea front facing the sea and sat in the car waiting for a glimmer of hope and Sara sighed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (113) Playtime With Amy (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (113) Playtime With Amy (Part 02)

When he went next door to Amy’s house he noticed her dad’s car wasn’t on the drive. So he knocked on the door but there was no reply, so he knocked again and was just about to give up and go home when the door opened, though only a crack, and Amy peered around the door at him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (114) The Rewards of Office (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (114) The Rewards of Office (Part 03)

It was after nine when Gary’s car returned to the Hotel and Blaire got up from her desk, she liked the way that sounded and went out to intercept him. “Ah Mr Playford, may I see you in my office?” she said “Of course you may” he replied

Choice Tales from the Vale – (115) Warming Poppy (Part 01)

Colin Weeks was a farmer up at Woodside Farm between Sharping St Mary and Purplemere although to all intents and purposes it was no longer a farm because Colin weeks kept horses. After he and his sister inherited the farm from their father they rented out the majority of the surrounding land to neighbouring farms which gave them a reasonable income and allowed them to indulge their passion, which was horses.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (115) Warming Poppy (Part 02)

“Wow” she said excitedly holding up her thermals “that’s just what I need, it’s really cold out there” “They’re not very sexy” Colin said “Not like your big blue knickers anyway” he added and Poppy blushed

Choice Tales from the Vale – (115) Warming Poppy (Part 03)

It wasn’t as if he had just given her sexy lingerie, it was a union suit as the Americans call them, real passion killers. But judging by the stiffness of her protruding nipples beneath his palms this indicated to him that she was clearly turned on and that in turn caused his own stiffness.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (116) French Cuisine

Jason Nelson was not looking forward to another boring business dinner the latest in a long line of such wasted evenings and at 35 years of age he was really looking for something more. Something more than another fabulous restaurant for another expensive meal or as they say another “dining experience” at someone else’s expense.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (117) Ward Sisters

Kathryn Reed had just turned thirty and she was a nurse, but reaching her milestone birthday she realised she was in a bit of a rut. She was single and had lived alone for four years since her last boyfriend Dave got his marching orders and although she enjoyed her job she thought she could be doing more.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (118) Something about a Cellist

For Thomas Barnstone, there is something about a cellist that really turns him on, a female cellist obviously, in a low cut evening dress of emerald green velvet, with the great polished instrument between her long black clad legs.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (119) The Green Baize Adventure (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (119) The Green Baize Adventure (Part 02)

After a very frustrating day of near misses had to wait until it was fairly late on in the evening when Gary said “Come on sticky lips, get your best drawers on its Adventure time” “Oh goody” she said “where are we going?”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (119) The Green Baize Adventure (Part 03)

His hands were now on her arse kneading her pert cheeks and as they slid slowly yet purposely around her waist he sucked hard on her nipple making her wince and she withdrew her misshapen and swollen teat from his mouth and Gary thought he had hurt her but instead she thrust her other teat between his lips for similar treatment and he duly obliged her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (119) The Green Baize Adventure (Part 04)

Gary knew he couldn’t hold off much longer, if he was not on the brink then he was very close. And then in sublime bliss they reached that perfect point of climax when the adventurers both came together, when Sara’s orgasm became his finale and it was like a dam bursting.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (120) Feeling Alive (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (120) Feeling Alive (Part 02)

“What kept you” she retorted “I had a call from a horny middle aged woman who didn’t leave a name” he said “I tried the pretty ones first” “You cheeky git” she said “if I wasn’t so horny I’d send you on your way”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (120) Feeling Alive (Part 03)

Antonia wriggled beneath his hand and moaned coarsely like a whore and her hands gripped the edges of the desk until her knuckles whitened until she was panting out coarse breaths and then in a delicious rasping moan she came.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (121) Playing Doctor’s and Nurse’s (Part 01)

Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce. He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40 th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes. He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (121) Playing Doctor’s and Nurse’s (Part 02)

As his hands pushed slowly upwards so did the tweed skirt, and then Nigel felt her stocking tops and the naked thigh beyond and then his hands reached the zenith of her long legs and his thumbs brushed against her pubic hair and she let out the briefest gasp and put her tea cup down, and after a slight adjustment in his position, his fingers slipped un restricted into the creamy wetness between her lips and she exclaimed a loud murmur of pleasure.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (122) Damsel in Distress Again (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (122) Damsel in Distress Again (Part 02)

But one Saturday morning when Greg was pottering about in the garage he was disturbed by a knock at the door. Amanda was in Sunderland visiting her grandmother in hospital and wasn’t back until late on Sunday so he was enjoying himself making a mess without being reminded of the fact every thirty seconds.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (122) Damsel in Distress Again (Part 03)

With her dungarees around her ankles he lifted her off the ground leaving the denim and her flip flops where they lay and carried her to the bench and bent her over it. She was wearing the big navy blue knickers of which he had often removed from her skinny arse and grabbed the waistband with both hands and yanked them smartly downward.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (123) Healing Poppy (Part 01)

Colin Weeks was a farmer up at Woodside Farm between Sharping St Mary and Purplemere although to all intents and purposes it was no longer a farm because Colin weeks kept horses. After he and his sister inherited the farm from their father they rented out the majority of the surrounding land to neighbouring farms which gave them a reasonable income and allowed them to indulge their passion, which was horses.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (123) Healing Poppy (Part 02)

“Ok” he said, “let’s have a look at you” Poppy had a bruise on her forehead and her right eye was badly swollen, and her nose was bloodied. Apart from that she just had scrapes and bruises.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (123) Healing Poppy (Part 03)

In the kitchen they sat silent at the table and continued to drink their coffee. Lucy finally broke the silence “How long?” “How long what” he replied “You and Poppy” she said in a sisterly tone “and don’t deny it”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (123) Healing Poppy (Part 04)

When Lucy and Victoria had left Colin ate the soup and sat at the table and pondered on how he was going to broach the subject of love with Poppy without making a complete arse of himself. Unsurprisingly thoughts of Poppy and love very soon turned to thoughts of making love to Poppy.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (123) Healing Poppy (Part 05)

His suspicion was that she had already started the party long before she crawled into his bed and it wasn’t long after that, a matter of moments no more, that she let go of his shaft and climbed on to it letting out a long satisfying sigh as her hot creamy cunny encased his cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (124) The Prudish Miss Kirby (Part 01)

Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50. Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (124) The Prudish Miss Kirby (Part 02)

“Miss” she replied, and there was a moment’s hesitation as he digested the information that she was unmarried but on looking her up and down he felt all was in order. “I’m Colin Ash” he said “the new curate, I’ve come to look at the room” “Yes do come in Colin” she said amiably “I’m all ready for you” “Thank you” he said and stepped into the hall “Go up” she urged “There are two room available you can have first choice” “Excellent” he said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (124) The Prudish Miss Kirby (Part 03)

He gasped when he saw she was completely naked but for stockings and suspenders. When she saw his reaction she said “I told you I was all ready for you” She stepped forward and bent down to kiss him and reached down and began tugging on his shaft again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (125) Sunburst Surprise

Danny Taylor had been doing a few bits of shopping and delivering Christmas cards around the village.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (126) The Summer Fête Adventure (Part 01)

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”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (126) The Summer Fête Adventure (Part 02)

In the week before the Fête Sara had been on her monthly and after the unwelcome visitor had departed she was as horny as all hell.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (126) The Summer Fête Adventure (Part 03)

It was when they were on the way to check for a back way in to the Manor that Gary spotted the catering van parked about thirty yards from the house. And as they passed by it he unceremoniously bundled her through the side door in amongst the empty wine glass boxes and then Gary climbed in after her and closed the door behind him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (127) Playing Around (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (127) Playing Around (Part 02)

In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, Her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (127) Playing Around (Part 03)

Antonia was stroking his shaft with her gloved hand which was strangely erotic and a tad too pleasurable at that juncture to continue too much longer so he slid his hands down to her waist and began yanking her skirt up one handful at a time until he was able to reach his hands inside it and get both of them on her gorgeous arse.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (128) Fumbling in the Dark

It was in a caravan in Sharpinghead one long hot summer that Paul and Mara lay safe in the darkness as modesty abates and their inhibitions melt away into the night.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (129) The Full Medical (Part 01)

Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce. He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40 th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (129) The Full Medical (Part 02)

“Let’s go into my consulting room” she purred and kicked off her shoes and headed up the stairs and he followed on some way behind so he could admire her ample buttocks rearranging themselves deliciously beneath her tweed skirt.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (130) Alison and the Massage Guy (Part 01)

Alison Holmes went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time. She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (130) Alison and the Massage Guy (Part 02)

For Alison’s 20 th birthday Eric took her to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and she was in paradise, there were so many ways to get clean and equally as many places to get dirty and for three days they were never dry especially not Alison.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (131) Will There Be Anything Else Madam? (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (131) Will There Be Anything Else Madam? (Part 02)

Denise was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies. Which was why she was on duty one evening when a guest phoned down requesting additional towels. With a bundle of towels in her arms Denise knocked on the door and a moment later Ann Belcher opened it. “Fresh towels Madam” she said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (131) Will There Be Anything Else Madam? (Part 03)

The kissing became more intense as Denise’s attentions turned to the horny guests’ bra and released the fastener between the cups and replaced the black lace with her hands. In response Ann snorted though her nose as Denise toyed with her stiffening nipples.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (132) Strangers on a Train (Part 01)

It was in April 1961 during the final days of the age of steam when the Sharpington to Abbottsford train rattled through the Finchbottom Vale late on Sunday night. Eric Pepper had spent the Bank Holiday Monday with a couple of mates in Sharpington but Harry and Len had pulled a couple of local girls so they decided to get the milk train back the next morning.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (132) Strangers on a Train (Part 02)

Her eyes may have been closed but his were wide open as the fabric of her skirt slowly moved upward exposing a hint of bum cheek up her knicker leg. The girls hand continued and the material kept on its upward trend and the full majesty of her hairy minge was visible through the silk of her drawers.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (133) The Halloween Adventure (Part 01)

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”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (133) The Halloween Adventure (Part 02)

Gary and Sara went to The Sharpington Fun Park, unsurprisingly located in Sharpington-By-Sea. The Fun Park was the first purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper all very tame compared to a 21 st century roller coaster but what drew the Adventurers to it was the Ghost Train, which in their opinion was the perfect location for a Halloween shag.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (133) The Halloween Adventure (Part 03)

Gary and Sara joined the short queue for the Ghost Train, they were counting on the fact that it wouldn’t be that popular, it was a bit tame for the 21 st century. They when round a couple of time while he gave her some serious fingering then twice more while she gave him great head, after the second time he was wearing her hat over his cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (134) Rained Off (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (134) Rained Off (Part 02)

“Hi gorgeous” he said “I didn’t think you’d be here today” “I wanted to see you darling” she said and they kissed The last time she was wearing that outfit when they met in the wood they made love beneath the oak.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (134) Rained Off (Part 03)

With a little wiggle of her hips the skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it and Antonia turned to face him and there she stood a sight he thought he would never see, Antonia Tarling-Toley wearing an Ivory Teddy and long blue argyle socks, not a stylish look, he thought, but deliciously horny.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (135) In a Fragrant Meadow

In a fragrant meadow in the Finchbottom Vale on a warm summer’s day a young man’s hands glide over her sumptuous curves and contours in a sensual exploration of her silken landscape.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (136) Private Consultation (Part 01)

Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce. He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40 th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (136) Private Consultation (Part 02)

As Celeste was the senior partner and Nigel was practise manager they were pushed together by work and they both relished their closeness and the possibility of intimacy that accompanied it. One such occasion occurred during evening surgery Linda had just started the well man clinic, which Celeste knew would last just under an hour so she went into Nigel’s office and closed the door.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (137) When Molly Met Polly (Part 01)

Molly Curtis was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she had a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (137) When Molly Met Polly (Part 02)

When Molly opened the small Secret Santa gift she was more than a little disappointed. It was a three day, all inclusive spa break for one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel, and although it was an expensive gift, for more than she spent on the lustful lingerie, it wasn’t really her kind of thing at all. Molly was in no way the rest and relaxation detox kind of girl.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (138) Carry on Screaming (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (138) Carry on Screaming (Part 02)

Once Blaire Parrott was promoted into the assistant manager’s position, it in turn created a vacancy for Head of Housekeeping and Blaire had no hesitation in recommending twenty seven year old Denise Adams.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (138) Carry on Screaming (Part 03)

After they left the lucky guest Denise went off and found satisfaction of her own and Blaire spent the next hour sitting at her desk getting hornier and hornier, and that was despite the fact she had tried to distract herself with mundane paperwork but it merely delayed the inevitable when she started fingering herself under the desk.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (139) On the Finchbottom Express

On the Finchbottom Express there was a girl who sat down seductively in his compartment diagonally across the aisle from him, a tall willowy blonde with outstandingly stellar legs and the first seed of his awakening arousal, germinated, as he gave her the benefit of his silent appraisal.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (140) The Christmas Adventure (Part 01)

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”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (140) The Christmas Adventure (Part 02)

When they first saw the grotto they looked at each other and Gary asked “Throne of sleigh?” “Both” she replied with a giggle “Both it is then for my dirty little Christmas Trollope” “Adventurous dirty little Christmas Trollope, if you don’t mind” she said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (141) Bath Night (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (141) Bath Night (Part 02)

“I thought you only came for a hug” she asked suspiciously “I did, but a bath sound nice” “No” she replied “Oh go on” he begged “we’ve never had a bath together” “No” she repeated

Choice Tales from the Vale – (142) An Old Mans Apetiser

It was a special occasion at the Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, Celia the birthday girl was twenty one, a blushing young beauty beneath soft curls.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (143) In Conference (Part 01)

Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce. He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40 th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (143) In Conference (Part 02)

“You really need to relax” he added and then without further preamble he plunged his hands inside her gaping blouse and displace the white cups and replaced them with his hands and gently groped her globes.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (144) Mark my Words (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (144) Mark my Words (Part 02)

When they eventually found themselves alone together on Sunday afternoon he said more harshly than he intended “Amy I need to talk to you” “Oh God,” she retorted “You’re going to dump me” “No of course I’m not going to dump you” he replied

Choice Tales from the Vale – (145) Paying Lip Service (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (145) Paying Lip Service (Part 02)

Blaire and Denise were called to a room one Saturday evening after loud and persistent screams were reported coming from one of the premium rooms. As they reached the door they were greeted by a single long loud scream and then silence.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (147) The Valentines Adventure (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (147) The Valentines Adventure (Part 02)

When they got to the Fun Park they bought a shed load of tokens because they didn’t know how long the ride was going to be, when they did a similar Adventure on the Ghost Train they went round 8 times before her legs had recovered enough for her to walk away.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (148) Nanook of the North (Part 01)

Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday, not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, and sexy with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (148) Nanook of the North (Part 02)

Samantha was from Tipton in the north of the county but when she fell in love with Bob she also fell in love with the Vale so they decided on buying a house in Forestdean that needed a bit of TLC. Bob spent a lot of time doing up the house he was good at DIY so he had been staying in the house all week decorating and doing some repairs while Samantha was away on business.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (148) Nanook of the North (Part 03)

“Happy Birthday” she said and kissed him “Thank you” he said “But I’m still cross with you” “You can spank me later” Sam said and kissed him again

Choice Tales from the Vale – (148) Nanook of the North (Part 04)

Bob cupped her firm round breasts and felt her stiff rosebud nipples pressing against his palm before he fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (149) Calming the Tempest

The party at the Clayton Manor Hotel was in full swing when Simone arrived, she’d had to work late so arranged to meet Ken at the party.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (150) While the Doctor’s Away (Part 01)

Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce. He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40 th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (150) While the Doctor’s Away (Part 02)

Nigel got a surprise one Friday morning while he was in the kitchen making himself a coffee and Linda sidled up to him, very close and invaded his personal space. “What are you after?” he said “A good time” she blurted

Choice Tales from the Vale – (150) While the Doctor’s Away (Part 03)

Linda was dressed pretty much the same as normal in her fitted uniform and woolly tights. He walked over to her and placed a hand on each side of her face and kissed her eager lips. “This is very exciting” she said “For me anyway”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (150) While the Doctor’s Away (Part 04)

Nigel allowed his hand to caress the round pert buttocks, his digits stroking the streaks left by his fingers. “Now you’ve taken your punishment” he said “you can have your rewards”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (151) A Study in Scarlet (Part 01)

Molly Curtis was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she had a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (151) A Study in Scarlet (Part 02)

When Molly opened the small Secret Santa gift she was more than a little disappointed. It was a three day, all-inclusive spa break for one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel, and although it was an expensive gift, for more than she spent on the lustful lingerie, it wasn’t really her kind of thing at all.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (152) Indecent Proposal (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (152) Indecent Proposal (Part 02)

Gary managed to dodge Kim’s less than suttle advances for six months without too much difficulty but she became bolder and bolder until one day when he had been for meal at The Old Mill in Mornington and walked over to his car and found Kim sitting in the passenger seat.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (153) The Girl in the Second Hand Clothes (Part 01)

Oliver Key stood on the platform at Millmoor station in the inclement weather as the Childean train arrived. Once on the train he knew that one of two things would happen, he would either fall asleep within minutes of the train departing the station or the motion of the train would give him an erection.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (153) The Girl in the Second Hand Clothes (Part 02)

The figure unzipped their cagoule and removed the hood and he could see it was a short girl with straight brown hair and an attractive face, with freckled cheeks, and hazel eyes, and when her wet cag was removed she was wearing rather dowdy shapeless skirt a baggy sweater, shabby shoes and equally shabby tights.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (153) The Girl in the Second Hand Clothes (Part 03)

Oliver stood up and led her around the bulkhead away from prying eyes and kissed her again, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, so much more electric than he had imagined it would be, so he took it as a sign of encouragement so while his lips busied themselves with hers, his hands made in roads inside her sweater where he found another layer to contend with, which appeared to be a cotton vest.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (154) The St Patricks Day Adventure (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (154) The St Patricks Day Adventure (Part 02)

Gary and Sara went to Sharpington for the St Patricks day Parade. That particular year was the 10 th annual parade and it was getting bigger every year and ran the length of the promenade, and it was very busy and very noisy and a prime candidate for their Adventurous lust. Because Parade day was so busy they drove over the night before and Gary parked as close as he could to the promenade at a little after 2 am. Unlike their previous missions in Sharpington they had no idea quite how they were going to get their rocks off, they would just have to take any opportunity that presented itself.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (154) The St Patricks Day Adventure (Part 03)

After their long and exhausting fuck they slept soundly in the sleeping bag and when he woke up the float was moving. “Wake up Sara” he said “What?” she said sleepily “Wake up” he said “We’re on the move” “Well you certainly are” she responded grabbing his early riser and tugging on it before ducking her head inside the sleeping bag and taking his cock in her mouth. “God I love you Sara” he sighed and a second later her head appeared from its cocoon and she gave him a wet lipped smile “I love you too” she said and then she returned to her breakfast.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (154) The St Patricks Day Adventure (Part 04)

“Do me from behind so I can watch the crowd as you bang me” she urged “You do know that they won’t be cheering you babe” he pointed out “They are in my fantasy” she replied and she wriggled forward so she could get a better view of her fantasy audience through the gap in the fiberglass. Gary’s lustful gaze was on her moist pink pussy that had opened like a clamshell for him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (155) The Hospitable Miss Kirby (Part 01)

Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50. Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (155) The Hospitable Miss Kirby (Part 02)

The room was in total darkness but he fancied he could hear the faintest of sounds and possibly even breathing. He groped along the wall until he found the light switch and flicked it on. A skinny middle aged woman was sat in a large over stuffed armchair. In a state of near undress with one stocking clad leg draped over the arm

Choice Tales from the Vale – (156) Beneath the Black Lace Mantilla

Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy flashed him a side ward’s glance from beneath the black lace of her Mantilla and in return he gave her a more appraising look altogether, focusing on the curvaceous figure beneath her conservative Sunday dress.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (157) Cathy’s Tale – Mirror Mirror

Cathy Maddock’s was an attractive twenty nine year old widow who lived with her six year old twins, Lily and Iris, and an 18 year old step daughter Gillian. Cathy’s husband John was much older than she was when they married but he was the love of her life and she was absolutely devastated when he died.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (158) Lost Innocence (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (158) Lost Innocence (Part 02)

In the weeks that followed the proposal the wedding was the main topic of conversation as on one day when they were sitting in the lounge of his parents’ house.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (158) Lost Innocence (Part 03)

“Well you’re never getting in them again until you admit you took advantage of me when I was an innocence young girl” she said while still flourishing her knickers. “Well if you put it like that” he said and sprang up off the sofa towards her, taking her completely by surprise.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (159) It Pays to Advertise (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (159) It Pays to Advertise (Part 02)

Denise was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (160) Picnic Spread

Ralph Janssen was struck by the look of the girl with no bra at the picnic, and it wasn’t just that she was braless beneath her blue vest top. Nor was it just that she was beautiful, with a seductive smile, and fine soft brown hair with flyaway strands turned gold by the summer sun.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (161) The Commuter Train Adventure (Part 01)

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”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (161) The Commuter Train Adventure (Part 02)

On one occasion they were travelling on the Finchbottom Express during evening rush hour as they travelled to Abbottsford for a business seminar. They boarded the train and the carriage was a little over half full and took the seats by the door and made themselves comfortable, Sara sat in the corner by the window and Gary sat beside her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (161) The Commuter Train Adventure (Part 03)

It was not the first time they had had an adventure on a train but it was the first time on a commuter train. He was conscious of the fact they were in an open carriage, though not fully occupied, but he still had to keep a weather eye on the aisle to ensure they were not discovered but obviously the risk of being caught added to the spice, the hardness of his cock and the wetness of her cunny was testament to that.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (162) Light the Blue Touch Paper

It was dark in the lane and just ahead of them they could see there was a dog walker smoking a cigarette while some kind of Terrier snuffled in the grass. The man took one last drag on it, making his face glow red and then he flicked it into the darkness and it span through the air like a Catherine wheel, This he thought was quite appropriate as they had just been to a fireworks display on the village green and the smell of the gun powder was still thick in the damp night air.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (163) A Vixen of the Vale

He ordered room service, from the special menu, the connoisseurs selection, and when she arrived she walked into his room and stood on six-inch stiletto heels as she slipped off her long black leather coat, revealing just her underwear, a black silk teddy, fitting her lithesome figure like a shimmering sheath, a garter belt about her waist which held up sheer black stockings of the finest quality, lace trimmed at the thigh.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (164) The Flustered Avuncular and the Mentee (Part 01)

Celia Waddington joined the firm in Shallowfield straight out of University and knocked him off his feet the moment she walked into the office and as the old man of the team at 33 he adopted the role of the avuncular and took her under his wing and showed her the ropes and of course try as he might not to, and despite the 12 year age difference Kevin Appleby fell in love with her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (165) Cathy’s Tale – The Proposition (Part 01)

Cathy Maddock’s was an attractive twenty nine year old widow who lived with her six year old twins, Lily and Iris, and an 18 year old step daughter Gillian. Cathy’s husband John was much older than she was when they married but he was the love of her life and she was absolutely devastated when he died.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (165) Cathy’s Tale – The Proposition (Part 02)

When the day came to look at the problem it was something of an anticlimax as he barely even get a glimpse of Cathy, and he only really got to see the step daughter Gillian who he thought was very protective of her when he asked where she was.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (165) Cathy’s Tale – The Proposition (Part 03)

As soon as her arse hit his lap she could feel his cock hard beneath her buttock. “There will be no intercourse” she stated “just touching” “I understand” he replied although he thought with her squirnming on his lap he would probably come in his pants anyway. As his hand settled on her waist he leant in to kiss her but she drew away from him “No kissing” she snapped

Choice Tales from the Vale – (166) Lily of the Valley

Gerald Heaton lived in Upper Gracewood near Finchbottom and on one Sunday afternoon he set off on a bike ride to Pangmere, it was only supposed to a quiet cycle in the countryside, just a spot of fresh air and some exercise.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (167) Moonlight Serenade (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (167) Moonlight Serenade (Part 02)

She put her shoes and clothing on the bench and then stood in front of him and to his complete and utter delight Antonia stood in the moonlight wearing only stockings and suspenders, Paul’s dinner jacket and his tie, and it made him so hard.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (168) The Babysitter (Part 01)

Eleanor Saunders was a 29 year old divorcee with two young children who still lived in the marital home in Dulcet Green, the village where she was born. She concidered herself very lucky to be living in the place that she loved. But she was still an attractive woman, very attractive most would say, and although she loved her children dearly she had needs outside of the family which wernt being met.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (168) The Babysitter (Part 02)

When Ellie was quite sure she’d tempted and teased her babysitter enough she picked up her bag and keys and said goodbye. “Have a nice time” Chrissie said Eleanor slammed the front door behind her but instead of getting in the car she crept around the side of the house and reentered via the kitchen door.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (169) Pretty Fair Cop

Lynda Godfrey and Steve Smith were stood in the old wooden bus shelter by the Clarence village green just after midnight and were in the depths of a very passionate kiss. Lynda and Steve had only met a week earlier and they had spent that evening at her friend Cassie’s 18 th birthday party.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (170) Topographic Touch

His strong hands explored the pure silk landscape of her form and its sensual gentle topography,

Choice Tales from the Vale – (171) The Festive Avuncular and the Mentee (Part 01)

Celia Waddington joined the firm in Shallowfield straight out of University and knocked him off his feet the moment she walked into the office and as the old man of the team at 33 he adopted the role of the avuncular and took her under his wing and showed her the ropes and of course try as he might not to, and despite the 12 year age difference Kevin Appleby fell in love with her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (171) The Festive Avuncular and the Mentee (Part 02)

“We could do it now and later” he said nibbling her ear and manoeuvring her into a dark corner and sliding his right hand to the hem of her dress and up inside thigh seeking out the flesh above but she clamped her thighs together.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (172) Cathy’s Tale – The Stepdaugters Love

Cathy Maddock’s was an attractive twenty nine year old widow who lived with her six year old twins, Lily and Iris, and an 18 year old step daughter Gillian. Cathy’s husband John was much older than she was when they married but he was the love of her life and she was absolutely devastated when he died.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (173) Lily Oh Lily

Gerald left his house and walked into Upper Gracewood and as he got to the centre of the village he turned the corner and he saw Lily Cooper outside the corner shop serving a customer with fruit and veg, she smiled at him coyly and he tripped on the edge of a paving slab as he remembered her handling his fruit in the bushes beside a layby on the Finchbottom road.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (174) The Wedding Planner (Part 01)

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (174) The Wedding Planner (Part 02)

He let her carry on tottering to the ladies unmolested but intercepted her on the return journey. “Antonia Tarling-Toley!!” Paul said and made her jump “Oh hello” she said trying to hide her pleasure at seeing him and failing miserably “What a surprise seeing you here” “Yes it’s a small world” he responded “Are you enjoying yourself at the party?” “Yes it’s been a wonderful party darling” she said “But I’m very tired now and I was thinking of turning in soon” “Why don’t you join me for a drink first” he suggested “Yes that would be lovely” she replied “just a quick one” “Really? I think we can do better than that” he said and she blushed scarlet.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (175) The Magnificent Girl in the Military Tease (Part 01)

In the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, Martyn Wingrove was sitting in his house. Sharon Todd was his girlfriend and the last time he’d seen her was when he waved her off at Brize Norton wearing the combat fatigues of the Downshire Light Infantry as they left for Brunei for jungle operational training and from there to Canada for battle training on the prairie of Alberta.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (175) The Magnificent Girl in the Military Tease (Part 02)

She continued rubbing herself in the aftermath as she smiled smugly at him, while she panted, then her smile broadened and her face adopted a wicked demeanour as she held her hand to her face and sniffed her scent off her palm and then repeated the process with the other hand and all the while smiling at the camera.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (176) Oral Exam

Jon Lawton was a quiet shy man, and was new to the area, when he moved into a terraced cottage in Childean and instantly fell in love with his new neighbour Sammi Patel. Sammi was not new to Childean and nor was she shy but she was attracted to shy Jon. But despite their mutual attraction four months passed by and nothing happened between them. Until that is Jon got a toothache so he made an appointment to see a dentist.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (177) White Silk Stockings

White silk stockings, silkily sheer, from dainty well sculptured ankle to soft lily white thigh, but those glorious legs in silky guise, although pleasing to the eye were needing to be touched.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (178) The Deserted Avuncular and the Mentee (Part 01)

Celia Waddington joined the firm in Shallowfield straight out of University and knocked him off his feet and it was towards the end of September eight years later when Kevin Appleby was sat in the lounge bar of the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel in the Shallowfield enjoying a pint when she walked in.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (178) The Deserted Avuncular and the Mentee (Part 02)

His hand was shaking as he was stood at the bathroom sink to shave and looked at his reflection. “Who am I trying to kid?” he asked himself Since he’d last seen her, 18 months earlier, she hadn’t aged a day while he looked as if he’d aged 10 years, he stood less chance of getting her back than ever.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (178) The Deserted Avuncular and the Mentee (Part 03)

“I’m still single” “Oh” she responded trying to appear indifferent “still not met the right girl? “I wouldn’t say that exactly” he replied and didn’t elaborate, the truth of the matter was he had met the right girl but she didn’t want him. “What about you?” he asked “Still footloose and fancy free” Celia replied

Choice Tales from the Vale – (179) Cathy’s Tale – Laying the Ghost

Cathy Maddock’s was an attractive twenty nine year old widow who lived with her six year old twins, Lily and Iris, and an 18 year old step daughter Gillian. Cathy’s husband John was much older than she was when they married but he was the love of her life and she was absolutely devastated when he died.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (180) Pictures of Lily

Gerald Heaton lived in Upper Gracewood near Finchbottom and The morning after he made love to Lily Cooper in his bed he was rudely awakened from his slumber by the persistent ringing of his mobile phone.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (181) The Daring Young Girl with the Everyday Dream (Part 01)

In the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, Martyn Wingrove was in bed with his girlfriend Sharon Todd, in fact they had been in bed pretty much all the time since she returned from training and exercises with the Downshire Light Infantry.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (181) The Daring Young Girl with the Everyday Dream (Part 02)

“I’m going to take two months off work, unpaid mainly, like a sabbatical, so I can come to Cyprus right in the middle of you tour, I’ve already spoken to my boss and he’s happy, so we’ll be together for Christmas and New Year” He said without pausing for breath.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (182) An Intimate Dining Experience

Nick Gretton hated business dinners but sadly he knew they were a necessary evil so he had to endure them. And so he was filled with the usual sense of dread when he and his Financial Director Lena Wells wined and dined Constantine Leovaris and his second in command Sarah Swann at the Runcible spoon in Purplemere.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (183) The Maverick Solicitor (Part 01)

It was the first week in June when Paul Lipscombe found himself sitting in the reception at Hollins, Cooper and Baker, the firm of Solicitors handling his divorce. He wasn’t there for anything specific it just happened that he in Purplemere for the day. He had an important lunchtime meeting with a client and a less important Dinner meeting with his soon to be ex-wife, so as he was left with some time to kill, and as he was in the vicinity, he thought he would sandwich them in the middle and pop in to make sure they weren’t dragging their heels.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (183) The Maverick Solicitor (Part 02)

When the time came to leave and they shook hands again it was slow and lingering and he thought how much he would like her to hold his old chap in that soft manicured hand. Lindsay smiled as if she could read his filthy mind, he wasn’t sure if she could or not but there was definately a libidinous look in her eyes, And they were looking at him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (184) Sensual Kissing

He kissed every inch of her sweet perfume skin beginning at the nape of her neck, then her collar bone and throat before descending to each perfect breast and their proud pink peaks.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (185) The Hopeful Avuncular and the Mentee (Part 01)

Celia Waddington joined the firm in Shallowfield straight out of University and knocked him off his feet the moment she walked into the office and as the old man of the team at 33 he adopted the role of the avuncular and took her under his wing and showed her the ropes and of course try as he might not to, and despite the 12 year age difference Kevin Appleby fell in love with her.

Choice Tales From the Vale – (185) The Hopeful Avuncular and the Mentee (Part 02)

It was heart-breaking to watch her drive away but he knew he had done the right thing and it was only three months he had endured two years and survived intact but it would be worth every minute just to hear his declaration of love returned in word and delicious deed.

Choice Tales From the Vale – (185) The Hopeful Avuncular and the Mentee (Part 03)

The journey out of London was an absolute nightmare and consequently he was seriously late and it was nearly 8 o’clock when he drove onto the drive. Since her phone call Kevin’s stomach had been in absolute knots and arriving home late didn’t untangle it in the least. The lights were on in the house so Celia had let herself in he only hoped she was still there and hadn’t got tired of waiting.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (186) Cathy’s Tale – Squaring the Circle

Cathy Maddock’s was an attractive twenty nine year old widow who lived with her six year old twins, Lily and Iris, and an 18 year old step daughter Gillian. Cathy’s husband John was much older than she was when they married but he was the love of her life and she was absolutely devastated when he died.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (187) The Wedding Reception

The wedding reception was at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere and Sarah Hamlyn was the chief bridesmaid and while the party was in full swing downstairs she was upstairs in her room with Mike Deavin. They were standing at the foot of the bed in a heated embrace with passionate hot mouths kissing and darting tongues and Mike was unzipping the back of her Lilac dress.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (188) The Medicinal Miss Kirby

Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50. Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (188) The Medicinal Miss Kirby (Part 02)

The Cancer may have been responsible for taking his wife Debbie but Tom’s problem was curable. His unmarried sister Linda was staying with him and looking after him but the cure Virginia had in mind was not something his sister should administer.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (189) Informal Meeting

Nick Gretton had been looking forward to meeting Sarah Swann again. They had met once before at the Runcible Spoon restaurant in Purplemere when she expertly beat him off under the table during the business dinner they were attending, but seeing her the second time was different and if anything it was even better because he knew what she was capable of, but he had absolutely no idea what, if anything she would do at the meeting, before after or even during.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (190) The Maverick Solicitor’s Dilemma

Hollins, Cooper and Baker were the firm of Purplemere Solicitors handling Paul Lipscombe’s divorce and it was during a meeting with Lindsay Baker that they first made a “connection”.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (191) Dance the Dance

Joanne was a willowy vixen, willing and welcoming as she writhes and gyrates on the pole at the Hot Lips Club in Purplemere. Erotically cavorting like a slutty gracile courtesan suppliantly performing for the clientele of dirty old men and drunken letches.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (192) The Ginger Amazon and the Tent Pole (Part 01)

They were part of a group of University friends camping on the Maxlins camp site in Sharpinghead, just spending a week relaxing before they returned to Abbottsford for their 3 rd year. Sean Hallows was a rather ordinary looking lad, a bit of a bean pole with scruffy blonde hair and a bad complexion, the only remarkable thing about him was his cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (192) The Ginger Amazon and the Tent Pole (Part 02)

“Come on you’ve seen mine now let me see yours” she insisted so without speaking Sean reluctantly undid his shorts and let them fall and them pulled the front of his pants down and released his cock. “My God she wasn’t kidding” she blurted out “What? Who?” he stuttered “Daisy said you had a big dong” she replied “but she undersold it”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (193) Lust for the One You’re With

Darrel Williams was sitting at the bar in Beiderbecke’s Jazz Club in Finchbottom, drinking a large Gin and Tonic and doing a spot of people watching, an occupational hazard for an adulterer, but the bar was so empty that he exhausted that exercise in less than five minutes.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (194) When Worlds Collide

When Andrew Gain awoke from an erotic dream, his train was just pulling into Shallowfield station. He got off the train and walked quickly homeward wishing he’d not woken up from his dream, which was not so much a dream as a remembrance of the night he spent with Caroline Archer and in particular the part where she was sat writhing on his face, and that remembrance aroused him.
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Choice Tales from the Vale – (195) Sunday Service

On his journey home from Church, Brian Gaunt found it quite remarkable just how many women of the village were wandering the streets and lanes of Dulcet St Mary long after the service had ended despite the inclement weather.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (196) Fine Dining

Nick Gretton had been looking forward to meeting Sarah Swann again. They had met twice before once at the Runcible Spoon restaurant in Purplemere when she expertly beat him off under the table during the business dinner they were both attending and the second time was at a meeting in her head office building when she gave him a blowjob which culminated in her swallowing his load.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (197) Sweet Twenty Something

Every morning he saw her on the Finchbottom Express, in the same seat, she was a twenty something, a sweet young thing who smiled at him each day, occasionally a “Hello” or “Hi” was exchanged but nothing more profound that that.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (198) The Maverick Solicitor’s Receptionist (Part 01)

Paul Lipscombe woke up exceptionally early and exceptionally horny, which was not unusual in itself, but on this particular morning he was to horny for words and he wanted to quench his desire in whichever body of water he could find.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (198) The Maverick Solicitor’s Receptionist (Part 02)

He went upstairs and stopped at the receptionist’s desk, which was deserted, and waited. It was quite late in the day, not as late as when he had his special consultations with Lindsay, but late enough that everyone had left for the day. He wasn’t there more than a few minutes before the busty blonde receptionist appeared surrounded by a cloud of freshly applied perfume.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (199) A Clean Mind and Dirty Deeds (Part 01)

On Saturday morning the rain had come with a vengeance and added to the gloom he already felt. The day had begun in a quite different way however, when early in the morning, just after dawn, he awoke with the horn, and when his girlfriend, Geraldine, woke up he thought he would give her the benefit of it.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (199) A Clean Mind and Dirty Deeds (Part 02)

After three hours of walking in the countryside he felt refreshed of spirit and cleansed of mind but decided to take up the girl’s offer of a cup of tea but when he turned into the lane and came to Vikki’s house there was no sign of the girls.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (200) Being Alive

Mark Landmann was walking along the bridle path in the summer sunshine, lost in thought and totally oblivious to the glorious scenery surrounding him in the Dancingdean Forest.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (201) Lustful Lady

Marcia Holt was a very lustful Lady who was an eye-catching cougar who was doused in heavy musk and on the prowl. The wrong side of forty she was still a woman full of desire, with the looks and the confidence to get what she wanted.

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.