Uncanny Love Tales – (078) The Dapper Doctor

 

It happened during one special Summer Holiday on Teardrop Lake when Brothers Julian and Nigel Arbury were staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel on the shore of Teardrop Lake.

The view of the lake from the forested hills was spectacular, the lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.

It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point, but it was beautiful and relatively unspoilt.

Julian spent his days sailing on the Lake, whereas Nigel was more interested in walking the woods or birdwatching.

The lake was beautiful, it was both idyllic and peaceful, there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used, there were no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies, skiffs and the more recently introduced electric dinghies.  

 

Julian hadn’t seen an electric dinghy before, until his first day out on the lake, it was out in the middle of the lake with an olive-skinned girl sitting on the bow fishing with her lovely legs hanging over the side and dangling in the water and she gave him a wave as he passed her, which he returned.

He sailed up and down the lake for another hour and a half before he passed the boat again and this time she was standing up in the boat and waving both arms frantically, so he went over to investigate.

“Is everything ok?” he called as he lowered the sail.

“It won’t start” she replied.

“Out of charge?”

“No, out of bloody order” she replied and laughed.

“Do you want a ride back to shore?” he asked as he drifted alongside.   

“Yes please” she replied and climbed aboard and handed him the painter which he tied to the stern cleat “I’m Maria by the way”.

“Julian” he responded.

“Where would you like to go?”

“Can you take me to the East Jetty?” she said and pointed it out.

It took a while because it was against the wind, but they chatted on the way.

Her full name was Maria Fiorellino, and as her name suggested, she was of Italian decent, with a Mediterranean complexion, dark lustrous hair, and a beautiful smile.

She was a doctor at the local Health Centre and was in danger of being late for her afternoon telephone consults, she would have missed them altogether had he not come along when he did.

He drifted up to the jetty, climbed out and tied off the line before taking Maria’s hand and helping her step onto the jetty.

“Thank you, kind sir,” she said and smiled before tying her boat to the capstan.

“I can’t thank you enough for coming to my rescue, I’d offer you some lunch but I’m desperately late”.

“Some other time” Julian said.

“It’s a date, I mean… well … you know … bye” she stammered and rushed off.

“Very nice” he muttered to himself “Very nice indeed”.

 

He spent the next couple of days on the lake but didn’t see her out in her boat again. 

Then the day after, he had to take Nigel, well forced would have been nearer the mark, to the Dancingdean Health Centre in Shallowfield after getting a nasty cut on his leg following a slip on wet rocks by Shoe Buckle Falls, so named, as legend had it, after a 17th century fugitive Cavalier who was pursued into the forest by parliamentarian soldiers but disappeared in the vicinity of the falls and all they ever found of him was his shoe buckle.

Nigel didn’t want to make a fuss over the cut on his leg, he would have been quite happy to stick a few plasters on it, but Julian was having none of it.

“It needs stitches” Julian insisted.

“But…”

“But nothing” Julian said, “Get in the car”.

 

The owner of the Shallowfield Lodge, Sheryl Brown, had phoned ahead so when they got to the Health Centre they were expecting them, it was while they were sitting in the waiting area that he caught sight of Doctor Fiorellino just for a minute, long enough to take in and appreciate her, medium height, super slim, very dapper in a dark blue trouser suit, and standing perfectly erect with her tiny feet together, looking very prim and proper, then sadly she went back into her room.

After Nigel’s name had been called and he followed the practice nurse into the surgery, he got up and walked over to where he had seen her and pretended to study the notice board.

He was there for a full five minutes before he heard her door open and when he heard footsteps, he turned around he said.

“Hello Doctor”

“Oh er… um … Julian …” she stammered and smiled broadly.

“What a nice surprise, nothing serious I hope”.

“Serious?”

“The reason for your visit to the surgery” she explained.

“Oh, I see, no its my brother, he has a nasty gash on his leg” he replied, “I’m just here to remind you about the lunch you owe me”.

“Oh yes lunch” she responded and began playing with her hair in a flirty way.

“I can’t really manage lunch this week, but what about dinner?”

“Even better” he said, and she blushed.

Uncanny Love Tales – (077) Green Eyes

 

It happened during one special Summer Holiday on Teardrop Lake when Brothers Nigel and Julian Arbury were staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel.

Nigel spent his days walking the woods or birdwatching, whereas Julian was more interested in sailing on Teardrop Lake.

The view of the lake from the forested hills was spectacular, the lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.

It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point, but it was beautiful and relatively unspoilt, but it was not the view of the Lake which lingered most in his memory that holiday.

 

It was on the fourth day of his holiday when Julian forced him to go to the Dancingdean Health Centre in Shallowfield after getting a nasty cut on his leg following a slip on wet rocks by Shoe Buckle Falls, so named, as legend had it, after a 17th century fugitive Cavalier who was pursued into the forest by parliamentarian soldiers but disappeared in the vicinity of the falls and all they ever found of him was his shoe buckle.

 

Nigel was a painfully shy man, which was perhaps why he spent so much time following his solitary pursuits, so he was always reluctant to put himself in situation where he had to be face to face with strangers which is why he didn’t want to make a fuss over the cut on his leg, he would have been quite happy to stick a few plasters on it but Julian was having none of it.

“It needs stitches” Julian insisted.

“But…”

“But nothing” Julian said, “Get in the car”.

 

The owner of the Shallowfield Lodge, Sheryl Brown, had phoned ahead so when they got to the Health Centre, they were expecting them.

They went straight to the reception desk, and were greeted by two smiling receptionists, the first one was an older lady who exuded efficiency, and it was she who took all of his details, but Nigel’s attention was drawn to the younger woman, she was of Chinese heritage, and the older lady called her Frankie.

Frankie was sitting at her desk typing on her laptop, and she was wearing a short summer dress, and as she was sat side on to him, he had a lovely view of her shapely smooth skinned naked legs, from her cute knees down to her lace trimmed ankle socks and the flat shoes on her tiny feet.

Frankie ticked a lot of boxes for Nigel and when she turned and smiled, she ticked another one.

However, the next time he looked at her lovely legs she caught him and when she smiled in response, he blushed so he and Julian went and sat down in the waiting area.

Sadly, from where he was sitting, he couldn’t see Frankie anymore and they sat there for about 20 minutes before his name was called and he followed the practice nurse into the surgery, when he looked across to the reception desk, Frankie was stood up with her back to him and he still thought her legs were lovely. 

 

It turned out that Julian was right to take him to the Health Centre as he needed six stitches and a tetanus jab, and instructions to rest the leg and have the dressing changed at the centre the next day.

When he returned to the waiting room, he found his brother Julian in conversation with an attractive woman with a Mediterranean complexion and dark lustrous hair.

She was medium height, super slim and very dapper in a dark blue trouser suit, and standing perfectly erect with her tiny feet together, and she was playing with her hair in a flirty way.

He really envied Julian’s ability to engage complete strangers in conversation and charm them, he could never do that.

He found out later that she was a Doctor called Maria Fiorellino, and as her name suggested, was of Italian decent.

 

For the next few days, he had to curtail his walking, and restrict his birdwatching to what he could see from the environs of the hotel, he did go out on the boat with Julian one day, but it wasn’t really his thing. 

So, on Saturday he decided to throw caution to the wind had headed up to search for the green Woodpecker he was searching for when he cut his leg, he just made sure he stuck to the well-trodden paths.

 

He had been out for about an hour and was lost in his own thoughts when an unfamiliar voice behind him said.

“What are you doing up in the woods? apart from disregarding medical advice”.

“Bird watching” he replied and when he turned around, he saw it was Frankie Fong, from the health centre and added.

“Oh hello”

“Don’t you “Hello” me” she chastised “You’re supposed to rest that leg”.

“I have been this is my first time out, honest, and it’s much better, really” he babbled on but when he looked up, she was smiling.

“I was only teasing”.

“Oh,” he said and blushed

“So, what’s then plan today?” she asked, “Have you seen all the local sights, The Chapel, the Follies and the Tower?”

“Yes” he said, “but I prefer something natural rather than manmade”.

“Yes, I know what you mean” she said, “What about the falls?”

“That’s where I did this” he replied pointing at the bandage.

“Of course, silly me, best not go back there yet” she said with a giggle.

“Well, what about Lovers Leap?” she said.

“Lovers Leap?” he repeated.

“Yes, it’s a kind of rocky shelf that juts out above the cliffs, the view is amazing” she explained.

“Great, how do I find it?” he asked.

“I’ll show you if you like” Frankie suggested.

“Oh ok, yes that would be lovely” he replied.

 

The cliffs were an extension of those that formed part of the northern side of Teardrop Lake and formed the natural border between the Teardrop estate and the Dancingdean Forest proper.

Lovers Leap was so called because it was where desperate and broken-hearted lovers would leap to their deaths although there was no evidence that anyone actually had.

 

It wasn’t a long walk from where they met but it wasn’t an easy one either, so as it was a hot day, and not wanting to be sweating profusely by the time they reached Lovers Leap, and mindful of Nigel’s leg, Frankie took them the long way round, which was a much gentler climb, and gave them chance to chat.

“So, do you live around here?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m lucky enough to have a flat overlooking the lake” she replied, “its heaven”.

“Wow you are lucky” Nigel agreed.

“What about you, where is home for you?” she asked.

“Childean” he replied.

“So not far then” Frankie said and nodded to herself “and when do you return home?”

“Next Saturday” he replied.

“Another week?”

“Yes, I need to make the most of it” he said.

“Good idea” she retorted.

 

When they reached their destination, they walked onto the shelf and took in the vista, and it took his breath away.

They sat down on the rocky shelf which bizarrely felt cool despite the heat of the sun, and they shared the bottle of water from Nigel’s pack.

“So, what were you looking for with these?” she asked and picked up his binoculars before standing up to survey the trees below, while she did that, he surveyed her legs again.

“Oh, it’s a bit blurry” she said so he stood up behind her showed her how to use the focus.

“That’s much better” she said cheerfully.

“What am I looking for?”

“A Woodpecker” he replied.

“What colour is it?” She asked scanning the treetops.

“Green like your eyes”

“I’m surprised you noticed that they’re green” she said turning to face him.

“Because I know you like my knees as I caught you looking at them more than once, and I thought that was the sum total of your interest”.

“Nnnnno my interests are much higher than that”.

“Really? So above my knees then” she asked with raised eyebrows.

“No! I didn’t mean that” he replied with alarm.

“So, what then? come on out with it” she demanded.

“Your heart” he replied.

“Good answer” she said and kissed him.

Uncanny Love Tales – (076) Mother Theresa

 

The village of Kettlewell sits in the rolling Pepperstock Hills that form the northwest border of the Finchbottom Vale and it is half a mile from the hamlet of Kettlewell-on-the-Hill, the two of which made up the parish of St Augustine’s Church, and Kettlewell is 1.5 miles from its largest neighbour, Highfinch, which was where Theresa Gammon was driving to on a hot sunny afternoon.

She lived in Kettlewell, on the far side of the village right on the edge of the countryside, in a large detached former farmhouse and had lived there her who life and could never imagine living anywhere else.

Theresa had come close to losing the house after her husband left and had to work hard to keep a roof over her daughter's heads after the divorce.

She had had to make sacrifices over the years and one of those was romantic attachments which was why she hadn’t found a significant other in her life.

However, her daughters, Lily, and Rosie, were now both engaged to fine young men, so time was running out to find love again before the grandchildren came along.

When she arrived at the Tennis club she parked up, and when she got out, she was wearing white Tennis shoes, white ankle socks with yellow trim and a pale-yellow tennis dress, mid-thigh length, to show off her lovely long tanned legs.

On her head she wore a peaked cap, and her hair was tied in a ponytail, Theresa had the same colouring as her daughter Lily, pale ginger hair, fair delicate skin, and stunning blue eyes, her hair was going a little salt and peppery, which she could have dyed,

 but she rather liked it.

She smiled when she saw her Tennis partner walking towards her, because her children had been talking about wanting to find someone for her, but they didn’t know that she already had her sights set on the new Church Warden, who was her partner that afternoon, but hoped that was just the beginning.

Uncanny Love Tales – (075) Grecian Crush

 

It was in the late 1980’s when Gary Welsh, a Paramedic in Abbottsford, was on holiday with a group of friends.

They were staying in an apartment on the northernmost island of the Greek Cyclades archipelago, Andros. 

It was a quiet island due to the fact that it was a two-hour ferry ride from the mainland, but Jack thought it was worth it and the lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.

A group of Nurses from the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and among them was Alisha Beckwith a girl he had known at school, in fact she was his first crush.

There had always been something smouldering between them, although they had never been out together, they had come close once or twice, but it never quite happened for them, but there they both were on the same island at the same time and with no attachments, and it was apparent straight from the start that there was still a spark.

An ember which glowed beneath the Greek skies and burst alight with a kiss on the sands of Agia Marina beach one bright warm day which led inevitably to burning passion in his apartment where they made love for the first time.

 

Gary stood in the bathroom doorway and watched her stir as the afternoon sunlight painted patterns on her naked contours as it shone through the billowing curtains.
Her hair was still damp from their passionate exertions, clung to her face and neck and beads of sweat sparkled on her luscious skin.
She lay on her side, knees drawn up to her belly, showing off the wonderful sweep from her narrow waist to a curvaceous hip and then onto the perfect roundness of sumptuous buttocks.
Alisha rolled on to her back as she stirred again and the magnificence of her was there before him with patterns of light and dark dancing over her gorgeous form.
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her and Alisha’s eyes opened and she smiled the broadest smile when she saw Gary watching her.
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face then moved onto her knees and stretched, leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her supporting herself on clenched fists and throwing her head right back putting on a display until her black hair tumbled down her back.
His eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her form, the cascading black hair, down the cords and sinews of her neck to the fine structure of her shoulders.
He dwelt, naturally, on her firm breasts and proud nipples before continuing to the softness of her flat belly and her curved hips and round buttocks before reaching the thick black triangle and her long taught thighs either side.
He left the doorway and picked his way through the discarded clothing on the floor to reach the bed where she now sat on her haunches looking at him.
A radiant smile was illuminating her face with eyes that said “again please”

Uncanny Love Tales – (074) The Sister’s Best Friend

 

It was in the late 1980’s when Rob Tory, a Paramedic in Abbottsford, was on holiday with a group of friends.

They were staying in an apartment on the northernmost island of the Greek Cyclades archipelago, Andros. 

It was a quiet island due to the fact that it was a two-hour ferry ride from the mainland, but Jack thought it was worth it and the lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.

A group of Nurses from the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and among them was Rebecca Kinsey, his sister Mandy’s best friend.

Rob had fancied her for years, but she had always given him the cold shoulder.

But suddenly they were both on the same island at the same time and with no attachments so he thought he would chance his arm one more time.

It took the best part of the two weeks but eventually she weakened and agreed to go moonlight swimming on Agia Marina beach one warm and balmy night.

But he wasn’t going there for a swim, and he hoped she wasn’t too.

First of all, they just walked together hand in hand in the moonlight but very soon their Metaxa fuelled thoughts turned to more passionate delights.

The beach was deserted apart from the two of them and silent but for the gentle breaking of the waves and when they stopped to kiss it proved to be the prelude to something more as they stood beneath an olive tree and quietly undressed.

 

Rob and Rebecca lay entwined in the moonlight panting and sweating in the sand.

“So, you finally got me” she said.

“I was beginning to think it would never happen” Rob said.

“I wasn’t” she replied and kissed him passionately and then got up and ran into the sea.

Uncanny Love Tales – (073) Afterglow

 

Henry got out of bed and left Sandra sleeping and went to the kitchen to get drinks.

She lay serenely in the afterglow, the sweat of earlier passions spent had evaporated and was no more and her tousled blond hair framed a peaceful face with the red glow that had previously graced her cheeks no longer visible.
Her eyes were resting, her mouth open slightly and her full lips still moist, and on her pale smooth skin no hint remained of what had passed.
The contortions of orgasm which were earlier etched into her innocent face lingered no more, but he thought they would soon be present again.
She lay beneath a silken sheet stretched more tightly across her breasts showing them in sharp relief.
The cool evening air from the open window aroused her nipples which then stood proud through the taught silk and she murmured in her sleep and squirmed in unison as her arousal continued elsewhere.
If Henry did not return to the bed her satisfaction would have to be in her own hands but luckily Henry did return as he was himself aroused.

Uncanny Love Tales – (072) Strange Bedfellows

 

It was in the late 1980’s when Billy Nixon, a Paramedic in Abbottsford, was on holiday with a group of friends.

They were staying in an apartment on the northernmost island of the Greek Cyclades archipelago, Andros. 

It was a quiet island due to the fact that it was a two-hour ferry ride from the mainland, but Jack thought it was worth it and the lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.

A group of Nurses from the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and among them was Camelia Clerembeax a girl he had known since nursery school and one whom he had never looked at twice.

Not that she was unattractive, on the contrary she was lovely, but the truth was that he just didn’t like her and never had, and he always believed the feeling was mutual, but as it turned out he was mistaken. 

 

It was a blistering hot day, and the rest of his mates were taking the ferry to Tinos to see the Monasteries and the Holy Church of the Virgin Mary Evangelistria, not that they wanted to go, it was just that they had got involved with a group of girls, Billy hadn’t got involved with anyone and so didn’t fancy a trip to a monastery so he feigned a headache and cried off.

He was also trying to avoid Camelia Clerembeax who he had manage to bump into more often than he was happy with, so having her spend the day on an island two hours away would have been a refreshing change.

As it turned out, due to the heat he did develop a headache and went to his room to lay down.

He went straight to sleep and awoke some time afterwards to find someone nibbling his ear and a hand was caressing his torso.

He had no idea who the gentle assailant was that was fondling him in the semi darkness, but he didn’t really care but he did know that it was  arousing him.

But as the gentle caressing hand moved towards the waistband of his shorts, he thought he had better check, so he lifted his head to look.

“You” he said.

“Yes, do you mind?” Camelia asked as she began to unbutton his shorts.

“Not anymore” he replied and lay back and let him know how wrong he had been about her.

Uncanny Love Tales – (071) Grecian Delights

 

It was in the late 1980’s when Jack Nilson, a Paramedic in Abbottsford, was on holiday with a group of friends.

They were staying in an apartment on the northernmost island of the Greek Cyclades archipelago, Andros. 

It was a quiet island due to the fact that it was a two-hour ferry ride from the mainland, but Jack thought it was worth it and the lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.

A group of Nurses from the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and among them was Heather Reeves a girl he had known at school.

There had always been something smouldering between them, although they had never been out together, they had come close once or twice, but it never quite happened for them, but there they both were on the same island at the same time and with no attachments. 

So, it was on Agia Marina beach one warm and balmy night when their destiny was fulfilled, though first of all they just walked together hand in hand in the moonlight but very soon their Metaxa fuelled thoughts turned to more passionate delights.

The beach was deserted apart from the two of them and when they stopped to kiss it proved to be the prelude to something more.

However, that sordid alcohol fuelled coupling in the sand led to a holiday romance, which in turn led to a romance that lasted a lifetime.

Uncanny Love Tales – (070) Kitchen Cousin

 

The Walters and the Pickford’s had lived in Springwater for many generations and every year they had a family holiday together in Greece.

Colin and Kate Walters and their sons Harry and Sam, Kate’s sister Christine Pickford and husband David and their daughters Charlotte and Ellie, all stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Batsi on the island of Andros.

Sam Walters was a twenty-nine-year-old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Springwater although his parents had retired to their Greek Villa and his brother Harry was working for a magazine in New York.

On one family holiday in Greece Sam, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday at the time, was seduced by his Aunt Christine’s oldest daughter Charlotte, who was just sixteen, for the first of many occasions.

Sam and Charlotte were what is known as “friends with benefits” which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement.

Sam had had a very stressful week and so on Saturday morning he was hoping for a bit of a lay in.

He had been invited to a Summer Ball and a Golf tournament, but he had been so busy of late that he declined both invites.

What he planned to do instead was to sleep late and then spend the rest of the day doing very little.

However, he was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier in fact, by the rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle being filled probably, he supposed.

He looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and he had an unexpected houseguest, he didn’t know for sure who it was, but he had a fare idea.

So, he just threw on his robe and went quietly downstairs to investigate but as he approached the kitchen, he suddenly hesitated as he caught sight of Cousin Charlotte sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked happily pleasuring herself.

Sam didn’t want to embarrass her, so he did the gentlemanly thing and watched her through the crack in the door.

Charlotte of course wasn’t fazed or embarrassed when he did eventually walk into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked, and she smiled.

Uncanny Love Tales – (069) An Inappropriate Celebration

 

The Walters and the Pickford’s had lived in Springwater for many generations and every year they had a family holiday together in Greece.

Colin and Kate Walters and their sons Harry and Sam, Kate’s sister Christine Pickford and husband David and their daughters Charlotte and Ellie, all stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Batsi on the island of Andros.

Sam Walters was a twenty-nine-year-old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Springwater although his parents had retired to their Greek Villa and his brother Harry was working for a magazine in New York.

On one family holiday in Greece Sam, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday at the time, was seduced by his Aunt Christine’s oldest daughter Charlotte, who was just sixteen, for the first of many occasions.

One Wednesday he was working from home, and he got up early and emailed the documents he had been working on the night before and then had a leisurely breakfast.

It was just before 10 o’clock when Charlotte walked through the front door and called.

“Hi cuz,”

“Hi Charlotte” he responded, “I’m in the kitchen”.

When she walked into the kitchen, she was dressed in a dark blue uniform that he hadn’t seen before.

“What’s this then, new uniform?” he asked.

“New job” she replied proudly and gave him a twirl “Ward sister at the Winston Churchill”.

“Well done” he said and hugged her,

Her uniform was all crisp and new and still had that fresh laundered smell.

“Do you have time for an inappropriate celebration?” he asked hopefully.

“Why do you think I’m here?” she replied and then kissed him.

“Where would you like it, Sister?” he asked between kisses.

“Here will suffice I don’t want to be late for my new job” she replied.

“Just don’t get anything nasty on my new uniform”.

Uncanny Love Tales – (068) Sister’s Reprised

 

The Walter’s and the Pickford’s had lived in Springwater for many generations and every year they had a family holiday in Greece together.

Colin and Kate Walters and their sons Harry and Sam, Kate’s sister Christine Pickford and husband David and their daughters Charlotte and Ellie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Batsi on the island of Andros.

Sam Walters was a twenty-nine-year-old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Springwater although his parents had retired to their Greek Villa and his brother Harry was working for a magazine in New York.

On one family holiday in Greece, Sam, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday, at the time, was seduced by his cousin Charlotte who was just sixteen, for the first of many enjoyable occasions.

Sam and Charlotte were what is known as “friends with benefits” which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement, however there was an occasion in early summer when Charlotte and her younger sister Ellie were both staying with Sam for the week as there was a family wedding in the Pickford Family.

Ellie was four years younger than her sister and was an absolute stunner with a lovely figure and bigger breasts even than Charlotte.

But he was under strict instructions from Charlotte not to even look at Ellie in a sexual way and if he did, he would be castrated. 

But one night when Charlotte was working nights at the Winston Churchill Ellie made her move on him.

 

“I’ve wanted to do that since I was 12” Ellie said as she rolled off him 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 then a few moments later she asked.

“Am I as good as Charlotte?”

“How would I know” he replied.

“Because you’ve been shagging her since she was sixteen” she said.

“I don’t know what you mean” he said defensively.

“Oh yes you do” she chuckled.

“How did you know?” he conceded.

“Because I’m neither deaf nor blind” she said.

“Did you see us then?” he asked.

“Yes, in Greece, you were asleep in her bed when we returned from a trip to Tinos” she explained “and I’ve heard you, numerous times at the Villa, and several times this week, you’re not exactly quiet”.

“Oh” he said, “I thought we’d been quite restrained”.

“Restrained?” she said mockingly.

“Does anyone else know?” he asked.

“If they do, they didn’t get it from me” she said.

“What about Charlotte?” he asked.

“What about her?”

“Does she know that you know?” he asked.

“I’ve never told her” Ellie said.

“Oh God” he exclaimed.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Charlotte” he said.

“What about her?”

“She threatened to castrate me just for looking at you” he said.

“Oh dear” she chuckled.

“God knows what she would do if she found out what we just did”.

He said and turned pale which caused her to laugh.

“Why will she find out?” she asked.

“Because….” He began and left the rest unsaid.

“Well, I’m not going to tell her that I just had sex with my cousin who I’ve fancied since I was 12” Ellie corrected him in a rather superior tone.

“And I’m not looking to replace her, I have a boyfriend.”

“Ok” he said reassured.

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to do it with you again sometime.”    

She said.

“It’s rather exciting sneaking around and shagging my sister’s bed buddy”.

“So, when did you have in mind?” he asked.

“Oh, I think when the opportunity arises” she replied.

“I see” he said and looking down he added.

“I think an opportunity has arisen already”.

“Eh?”

Sam just pointed in response to her exclamation and asked.

“Do you want to do it again or not?”

“Oh God yes” She replied.

Suffice is to say he didn’t make it to the Golf club that memorable Wednesday night and his itch was well and truly scratched by Ellie and they repeated the experience on the following night when Charlotte was working late again.

Uncanny Love Tales – (067) Sister’s

 

The Walter’s and the Pickford’s had lived in Springwater for many generations and every year they had a family holiday in Greece together.

Colin and Kate Walters and their sons Harry and Sam, Kate’s sister Christine Pickford and husband David and their daughters Charlotte and Ellie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Batsi on the island of Andros.

Sam Walters was a twenty-nine-year-old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Springwater although his parents had retired to their Greek Villa and his brother Harry was working for a magazine in New York.

On one family holiday in Greece, Sam, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday, at the time, was seduced by his cousin Charlotte who was just sixteen, for the first of many enjoyable occasions.

Sam and Charlotte were what is known as “friends with benefits” which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement, however there was an occasion in early summer when Charlotte and her younger sister Ellie were both staying with Sam for the week as there was a family wedding in the Pickford Family.

Ellie was four years younger than her sister and was an absolute stunner with a lovely figure and bigger breasts even than Charlotte.

But he was under strict instructions from Charlotte not to even look at Ellie in a sexual way and if he did, he would be castrated. 

Charlotte was a nurse at the Winston Churchill and halfway through the week she was on late shift so for the first time Sam was going to be in the house alone with Ellie so to be on the safe side he decided to go out for the evening.  

Sam had a shower and shave and was preparing to spend the evening at the Golf club to catch up with the latest gossip and hopefully find something to distract him from his lustful thoughts, when he remembered he had left his aftershave in the main bathroom.

Sam had been using the ensuite in his room since the girls had arrived to give them some privacy.

So, he walked across the landing wearing a towel and without hesitating entered the main bathroom and walked to the sink.

He found his aftershave amongst all the feminine lotions, potions and powders that had appeared on the shelf and was just turning to leave as Ellie stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her rosebud nipples and running down her beautiful firm young body.

She was beautiful like her sister but taller with long shapely legs, but the biggest differences were the greater size of her breasts.

Sam stood staring at Ellie’s magnificent body for far longer than he should have but he struggled to draw his eyes away.

Ellie just smiled before walking towards him.

“I’m…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her lips gesturing him to silence before loosening his towel and said.

“This will suffice by way of an apology.”

Uncanny Love Tales – (066) Charlotte’s Web Reprised

 

The Walters and the Pickford’s lived in Springwater and every year they had a family holiday in Greece together.

Colin and Kate Walters and their sons Harry and Sam, Kate’s sister Christine Pickford and husband David and their daughters Charlotte and Ellie, all stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Batsi on the island of Andros.

It was on one such family holiday in Greece one particular year when it first happened.
Sam Walters was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday and his cousin Charlotte was just sixteen.
Charlotte had followed him around with puppy dog eyes for as long as he could remember but he always gave her the brush off, but since the previous Christmas he had suddenly become aware of her sexuality when instead of just following him around Charlotte started flirting with him outrageously and quite expertly.
From the moment they set off for the airport she was flaunting and flirting with him but he wasn't really interested, he already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two in the wings so he tried his best to ignore her.
But that proved to be easier said than done when she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini and she was extremely fit and she flaunted what she had very well.
She knew he was weakening, after all he was only eighteen so she took her chance one hot afternoon.
Both sets of parents and the younger siblings had gone off on a day trip to Tinos to see the Monasteries and the Holy Church of the Virgin Mary Evangelistria, so after she heard Sam was staying behind she made an excuse and stayed at the villa as well because she had lust on her mind.

Once the parents were well on their way, she completed her seduction of her cousin.

 

“That was nice” she said after rolling off him and laying down beside him with her head on his chest and Sam made acquiescent noises in response.

After about 10 minutes she gave his chest a kiss and said

“I’m going for a swim; I’ll see you out there”. 

“I’m too tired” he replied, “I think I’ll have a sleep”.

“Oh, that’s a shame” Charlotte said, “because after a swim I thought we could go to my room, but if you’re too tired never mind”.

Five minutes later Sam arrived by the pool wearing his speedos, Charlotte liked what she could see because her eyes were drawn to the contents which was already arousing.

“I like you in those” she said, “but I don’t think you’ll be wearing them for long”.

Charlotte was not wrong about that as they had five minutes in the pool and then they spent the rest of the afternoon in her room, in her bed.

They almost got caught when the parents returned as they had fallen asleep in her bed, but they got away with it.

Although that day was the first time, they had sex it was not the last occasion on that holiday that they did it and nor was that holiday the last time that the kissing cousins got sweaty together, in fact over the years they became regular bed buddies.

Uncanny Love Tales – (065) Charlotte’s Web

 

The Walters and the Pickford’s lived in Springwater and every year they had a family holiday in Greece together.

Colin and Kate Walters and their sons Harry and Sam, Kate’s sister Christine Pickford and husband David and their daughters Charlotte and Ellie, all stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Batsi on the island of Andros.

It was on one such family holiday in Greece one particular year when it first happened.
Sam Walters was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday and his cousin Charlotte was just sixteen.
Charlotte had followed him around with puppy dog eyes for as long as he could remember but he always gave her the brush off, but since the previous Christmas he had suddenly become aware of her sexuality when instead of just following him around Charlotte started flirting with him outrageously and quite expertly.
From the moment they set off for the airport she was flaunting and flirting with him but he wasn't really interested, he already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two in the wings so he tried his best to ignore her.
But that proved to be easier said than done when she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini and she was extremely fit and she flaunted what she had very well.
She knew he was weakening, after all he was only eighteen so she took her chance one hot afternoon.
Both sets of parents and the younger siblings had gone off on a day trip to Tinos to see the Monasteries and the Holy Church of the Virgin Mary Evangelistria, so after she heard Sam was staying behind she made an excuse and stayed at the villa as well because she had lust on her mind.
Once the parents were well on their way she walked into his bedroom wearing only black satin underwear, matching camiknickers and camisole, which she had borrowed for the occasion from her mum.

He was standing with his back to her towelling his hair dry and wearing only a towel around his waist, so Charlotte walked up behind him and deftly loosened his towel and before it hit the floor, she wrapped her arms around him and the moment her hands reached the prize she knew she had her man.

Uncanny Love Tales – (064) The Anniversary Weekend

 

Andy Adams had booked a long weekend away for him and his wife Terri to celebrate their 20th wedding anniversary.

The location was a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station, before it fell foul to Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.

“We’re staying at a camp site?” she asked failing to hide the disappointment in her voice.

“Think nostalgia” he said enigmatically.

Terri had thought the weekend was going to be a little more romantic than camping.

She was thinking, Country Park Hotel, 4 poster bed, Michelin starred restaurant, luxury spa, what she was not imagining was a converted signal box.

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

“Nostalgia” he replied but she was not impressed.

“We’re not kids” she said.

“Maybe not, but we weren’t much more than kids when you seduced me in a bunk bed” Andy said.

“Excuse me” she said indignantly “As I remember it you took advantage of me and stole my innocence”.

“I think you’re misremembering” he told her.

“I don’t think so” she said indignantly “I was an innocent; I hadn’t even had my tits felt until you got your grubby hands on them”.

“The way I remember it you threw yourself at me” he pointed out and she smiled.

“I don’t remember you complaining” she said, “You even renamed it as the bunk-up bed”.

They were both giggling at the memory and then they were kissing.

“Perhaps we should try this one for size” she suggested.

 

After a very exhausting nostalgia induced sexual episode they lay in the top bunk, panting in each other’s arms.

“Well, that was very acceptable” he said.

“Oh yes” she agreed.

“Although I think the bunk you took advantage of me in was bigger”.

“No, I just think there’s more of us now” he said and squeezed her bum.

“Cheeky” she retorted.

“Yes very” he said and squeezed her cheek again.

 

The bunks were creaking as she climbed down the ladder.

“I’m not sure the beds are going to survive three nights of us “getting nostalgic”“ she said and giggled.

“They don’t need to” he said as he followed her down.

“We’re only here for tonight”.

“Why where are we going to sleep?” she asked suspiciously.

“It had better not be a tent”.

“No not a tent” he replied.

“Where then?”

“The Clerembeax Palace Hotel” he replied with a smile.

“You bastard” Terri said and kissed him.

Uncanny Love Tales – (063) The Lady and the Oik

 

The Oakham’s are made up of Upper and Lower Oakham, which are located in the Finchbottom Vale, in the most rural part of the county between Millmoor and Appleby.

The Upper village is so named because it sits on the hill and Lower Oakham nestles in the Valley below.

The Upper village is so named because it sits on the hill and Lower Oakham nestles in the Valley below.

The Oakham’s are starkly divided between the well-heeled and the down at heel and Ryan Fisher bucked the trend by not fitting either category.

Ryan had his own small holding and was also the local jack of all trades.

So not the sort of person you would readily expect to be bedding a Lady, but it happened, nonetheless, and continued to happen.

However, in public they had to adopt a different stance, and could not show any form of familiarity, and when they did hook up, they had to be discreet, in fact the only time they were able to touch in public was when they went to the Masquerade Ball at Halloween, and they could dance and even hold hands, because their faces were covered at all times.  

At the end of the night, they went their separate ways and reunited at a 3-star Hotel where they would go unnoticed.

The next day, she was too hungover to drive so he drove to her.

huge detached Victorian House set in ten acres of Upper Oakham.

As he drove up the drive Claire said

“Put it in the garage, the remote is in the door pocket”.

So, he opened the garage door as instructed and drove in, then closed the door behind him.

They got out of the car and after retrieving her overnight bag from the boot they went into the house safe from prying eyes, emerging in the kitchen where Claire took the bag from him.

“Make a drink darling” she said, “I need to pee”.

“Can I watch?” he asked.

“You really are a dirty oik” she said which he took to mean no, so he boiled the kettle and made coffee.

He was sat on a stool drinking his when she rejoined him in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.

And she was not dressed for morning coffee she walked in wearing matching black silk underwear, black stockings, high heeled shoes, and a come-hither look.

Then she moved in close and kissed him slowly and deliberately and his cock almost burst out of his trousers.

“Can I undress you now?” he asked her between kisses.

“You don’t have to undress me completely” she replied with a coy smile.

Uncanny Love Tales – (062) The Lady Rewards the Oik

 

The Oakham’s are made up of Upper and Lower Oakham, which are located in the Finchbottom Vale, in the most rural part of the county between Millmoor and Appleby.

The Upper village is so named because it sits on the hill and Lower Oakham nestles in the Valley below.

The Upper village is so named because it sits on the hill and Lower Oakham nestles in the Valley below.

The Oakham’s are starkly divided between the well-heeled and the down at heel and Ryan Fisher bucked the trend by not fitting either category.

Ryan had his own small holding and was also the local jack of all trades.

So not the sort of person you would readily expect to be bedding a Lady, but it happened, nonetheless, and quite often.

But they didn’t usually wake up in bed together the next day, and when it happened for the first time it marked a change in their relationship.

When it dawned on her that she was stranded at his house wearing the same clothes she arrived in the night before and Ryan had to smuggle her out of his house and onto the back seat of his pickup, in which he drove her to her house in Upper Oakham.

She lived in a huge detached Victorian House set in ten acres and he drove past and parked in the lane.

“Well, I’ve got you to Nob Hill princess, but I don’t know how to get you into your castle unseen” he said and there was silence for two minutes until she suddenly exclaimed.

“Golf club!”

“What about it?” he asked.

“My “Castle” backs onto the Golf Course” she said smugly.

So, he drove his pickup truck into the Golf Club carpark and parked in the corner beneath a beach tree and as soon as he pulled on the hand brake she yelled from beneath the blanket.

“We made it”.

“Yes, your reputation is unblemished” he agreed as he opened his car door.

Then he opened the rear door and lifted the blanket to reveal Claire’s smiling face, so he bent down and kissed her sweet lips.

After the kiss she rolled over and crawled off the back seat and crouched down out of sight behind the open door where he put his flat cap on her head

“Ok I’m off” she said. 

“What about your bag?” he asked.

“Bring it round later and you can collect your reward” she replied and disappeared into the trees.

 

After dark, that night he was once again driving into the Golf Club carpark, this time in his brother’s car which was less conspicuous than his pickup and parked in the same place under the Beach tree where he had dropped her Ladyship earlier.

He locked the car and followed a track of sorts and after about twenty yards there was a wide opening that allowed egress through the woods, which eventually arrived at the back of Claire’s “Castle”, so he opened the wrought iron gate, keeping to the shadows he crossed the great expanse of lawn and onto the terrace and looked through the French doors.

He could see Claire was already in her silk dressing gown and as he watched her pad around the room, he began to feel the tell-tale stirring down below, so he tapped on the window.

She looked up immediately and gave him a broad smile and opened the door,

“What kept you?” she asked but before he had chance to reply she dragged him inside and was kissing him.

He was still carrying the holdall filled with her previous night’s outfit so when she finished kissing him, she said.

“Go and put the bag in the hall darling”.

Then she locked the door and pulled the curtains.

When he returned to the room, she was stood in front of the velvet curtains and had discarded her silk dressing gown to reveal matching red silk underwear, red stockings, red high heeled shoes, and a filthy expression.

“Did someone order a scarlet woman?” she asked coyly.

It took him completely by surprise and he almost fainted as all the blood rushed to his loins.

“I’m very partial to a scarlet woman” he said as he looked her up and down, and he reflected on what a classy woman she was even when she was playing the strumpet.

A classy chassis dressed in classy expensive lingerie, the camisole merely hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed her arousal, and her camiknickers were both flattering and tempting simultaneously while her stockings were again of the highest quality as were their contents.

His hands sweated and his mouth salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package.  

“Especially a posh one”

“Is that why you want me?” she asked as she walked towards him on her high heels.

“Because I’m posh”

“Well, I do like posh birds” he confessed.

“But I want you because you’re hot”.

“Good answer” Claire said as she stood in front of him.

“You can have your reward now”.