(Part 01)
Aaron Keller was a great bear of a man, standing 6’ 6” tall, barrell chested with hands like shovels.
But he was brought to his knees by a skinny Little waif standind 4’ 11” by the name of Toni Kendall.
They were both in their mid twenties, both had flaming red hair but he was a gentle giant who barely spoke and she was a little livewire who never shut up.
The other thing that they had in common was more significant and that was the fact that they were in love, though neither of them knew that they were the recipient of that love.
Aaron couldn’t imagine that a beautiful little thing like Toni could ever be interested in him, and she thought he was probably looking for someone as quiet as him.
They both worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, she was a chalet maid and he was a general handyman.
Aaron lived in Sharpinghead but Toni was from Finchbottom and as the summer season was coming to an end she was running out of time, if nothing happened between them they would go their separate ways and they would be unlikely to see each other again, but if she got her way, and got her man, she would stay on.
She had been following him around the camp for the whole summer in the hope that he would take her in his arms, but no matter how much she flirted with him the result was the same and she cursed his shyness.
Toni finally got her man when they were on what was known as mothball duties, closing down those chalet that would not be needed during the winter season, which meant a major clean and then all the furniture was sheeted.
Because she was so tiny she managed to enlist the help of the gentle giant with moving the furniture, though she was more than capable of doing it herself, because she was much stronger than she looked, she just used it as an excuse to get close to him.
But despite her managing to get Aaron to help her, it didn’t really help her in the way she wanted because she was such a chatterbox, so even if he could have found the words he wanted to use he would have struggled to get a word in edgeways.
They were on their fifth chalet and all was not going well for Toni as she was hoping he might have made a move on her by that stage, afterall they were alone and had been in very close proximity on many occasions.
She was also annoyed at her self because although she was a confident sparky girl she hadnt just come out with it and ask him out.
What Toni wanted though was for him to ask her but nothing happened so she decided that she had to make him get physical.
Toni was wearing the Maxlin’s uniform, a blue denim skirt, a pale blue blouse and a white cardigan while Aaron had on Blue bib and brace overalls over a pale blue T-shirt and it was the brace part of his overalls that she targeted.
As he crouched down to pick up a chest of drawers she undid one of the braces and chuckled as the bib flopped over.
She hoped it would provoke some physicality from him, she hoped it wasn’t too subtle, but she couldn’t do what she actually wanted to do which was to reach her arms around his neck and snog him, and so she had to play games instead.
(Part 02)
As he crouched down to pick up a chest of drawers she undid one of the braces and chuckled as the bib flopped over.
She hoped it would provoke some physicality from him, she hoped it wasn’t too subtle, but she couldn’t do what she actually wanted to do which was to reach her arms around his neck and snog him, and so she had to play games instead.
“Pack it in” Aaron said and put the drawers down and reattached the brace and as he did she undid the other one and as he did that one up she undid the first one again giggling as she did so.
“Will you behave” he said and grabbed hold of her and pulled her close to him, which Aaron thought felt so good but he had to let her go because he was such a great bear of a man he was afraid he might scare her off.
So he released her and gave her bum a playful slap which was supposed to deter her but only served to encourage her even more, because being in his strong arms felt every bit as good as she thought it would.
So as soon as his attention was diverted she undid the strap again and ran away and was giggling as he pursued her and she began to scramble up over the beds crab like and then she squealed as Aaron grabbed her left leg by the knee with his great paw of a hand and halted her progress.
Aaron then scooped her up off the bed like she was a ragdoll and threw her over his shoulder fireman’s lift style and then marched her up and down the room.
“Repeat after me “I must not play silly games”” he said
“Put me down you great brute” she squealed hoping that he would do precisely the opposite.
“That’s not what I asked you to say is it?” he said and slapped the back of her thigh very gently and made her squirm
“Put me down you beast” she demanded in a tone that clearly said please don’t put me down.
He continued marching up and down and said again
“Repeat after me “I must not play silly games”” he said but stopped marching as he caught sight of something in the mirror.
It was his reflection or more accurately that part of him that Toni’s tiny body was draped over.
The part of that reflected image which had particularly caught his attention were the fleshy cheeks visible below the hem of her denim skirt and her pale blue knickers.
It was a sight he thought was stunningly sexy, and he knew he should have averted his gaze, but he couldn’t, so Aaron did the only thing a man of his gentlemanly disposition could do and that was to stay in front of the mirror while Toni half-heartedly wriggled on his shoulder as he carried on the punishment.
“So are you going to say it?” he asked
“No” she replied, so he softly slapped the back of her thigh.
“Say it”
“No”
Another slap, a little higher this time.
“Say it”
“No, you bully” she squealed
Another slap, higher again this time.
“Then I don’t know what I’m going to do with you” he said a moment before his great shovel of a hand tucked the hem of her skirt in the waistband so he had unfettered access to her buttocks.
But as he did so he turned away from the mirror and resumed his marching.
(Part 03)
“Then I don’t know what I’m going to do with you” he said a moment before his great shovel of a hand Firstly tucked the hem of her skirt in the waistband so he had unfettered access to her buttocks.
But as he did so he turned away from the mirror and resumed his marching.
“Well if you’re not prepared to comply with my instructions there is only one course of action left to me” he said and he smacked her fleshy cheek which made her squeal, but his action was met with no resistance and for the first time that day she was completely silent.
“Still nothing to say?” he said and in response to her silence he smacked her buttock once more, but still she was silent as she wriggled and squirmed on his shoulder and she kicked her now shoeless feet.
However he only gave her another two strokes before Toni called a halt to proceedings.
“Put me down” she screamed “Put me down now”
“What’s wrong baby girl?” he said playfully “Have you had enough?”
“Just put me down” she insisted, and as he lowered her to the floor he cursed himself under his breath for going too far, but he couldn’t help it, he was really having fun.
“I’m sorry” he said when she was stood looking up at him “I went too far didn’t I?”
“Don’t be sorry” she snapped and pushed him backwards onto a chair “You haven’t gone far enough yet”
“Oh?” he responded as she inched towards him and when they were nose to nose she kissed him.
“God, that was even better than I imagined it” she said and chuckled as she reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him again, in the midst of which he stood up and lifted her up off the floor.
It was effortless for him, he was so big and strong and she was so small and feather light, so they stayed in that tender embrace.
It was a longwinded kiss as both participants were ready for it, excessively so due to a summer of anticipation.
They spent an hour kissing and cuddling, but no more than that, and Aaron was smiling as he sat on the bed watching Toni putting her shoes back on, he had waited all summer for the kind of moment they had just shared and as he watched her she was smiling too.
“We could have been doing that all summer if you weren’t so shy” she said as she walked up to him and kissed him.
“Wasn’t it worth waiting for?” he asked
“God yes”
“It’s a shame it’s the end of the season” he said “and you’re going home”
“I don’t have to quit” she said coyly “if I have a reason to stay”
“Really?” he asked “would you stay just for me?”
“Of course I would you great bear” she replied
“Good because that means we can spend all winter canoodling in whichever empty chalet we want” he pointed out
“Oh God I hope it’s a really long winter” Toni said and kissed him again.
Tuesday, 9 May 2017
Monday, 8 May 2017
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (52) Age is just a Number
(Part 01)
Twenty eight year old Paul Ingram was involved with an older woman, a forty year old woman to be precise, who was a beautiful unhappily married, Carrington Chase educated woman called, Francesca Carrington-Webber.
Paul and Francesca both lived in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean, she lived in a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club, and coincidentally Paul worked for the Golf Club.
They became involved after three chance meetings, two on a train and the third more significant one was on the Promenade in Sharpington, where he came upon her small huddled figure on the bench ahead of him in some distress.
And when he asked
“Is everything ok?”
She turned around to reveal her tearstained face and when she saw it was Paul she exclaimed
“Oh it’s you”
And the moment she said it she was up on her feet and rushing into his arms, but was unable to speak for several minutes as Paul held her in his arms and she sobbed.
And those tender moments of consolation lead to them making love in his caravan.
But in the days that followed she avoided him and dodged his calls, so it wasn’t until 2 weeks after they made love, when he was running an errand in Shallowfield that he ran into her in the pub car park.
After a brief conversation they drove up to a secluded part of the Dancing Dean Forest where they could share a passionate embrace, after which they talked and talked until it was time for her to go and pick up her girls from school.
The outcome of the discourse was that she wanted to see him again, but she was a married woman, however unhappily, so they couldn’t be together in the way they were at the Whitecliff Hill Caravan Park, not yet anyway.
They also concluded that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.
Even after they had bared their souls to each other, Francesca still had doubts, partly because of the guilt, but mainly because she was 12 years older than him.
Even without the complication of her doubts they found it difficult to snatch even five minutes together, so after he saw her go into Stephenson’s Supermarket he followed her in to the shop in the hope that they might at least be in close proximity to one another.
Unfortunately every time he got anywhere near her she was in conversation with someone, so it was with a feeling of frustration that he made his way to the checkout.
While he was queuing, Francesca and a friend joined the adjacent queue where he heard her say.
“I am a lady of leisure this weekend”
“How come?” her friend asked
“David is away on a golfing weekend and mum and dad have the girls” Francesca said and although she was talking to her friend, the statement was very clearly meant for him, so from that he believed he was expected at her house on Saturday night.
(Part 02)
Paul Ingram knew from the earlier overheard conversation in Stephenson’s Supermarket, between Francesca Carrington-Webber and her friend, that she was going to be alone in the house most of the weekend as her husband was away and her parents had taken the children.
Although she was talking to a friend, the statement was very definitely meant for him, so he knew he was expected at the house on Saturday night.
He was later setting off than he intended as he had trouble shaking off his mates, but eventually he managed to give them the slip in the pub and went out the back door.
Once outside he headed towards the Vicarage and then turned down the lane by the church, which led to the path that crossed the golf course.
From there he traversed the course until he reached the back of Francesca’s house and he was pleased to see some of the house lights were still on.
Paul kept to the shadows and made his way up to the house and tapped on the window.
It took a few minutes, but then Francesca appeared at the door, already in her nightclothes and when she saw him she gave him a dazzling smile and opened the door
“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said
“I couldn’t get away” he responded while he admired her in her silk nightie.
“Oh that looks nice”
“You are incorrigible” she said and laughed as she re-tied her dressing gown, and then she took his hand and pulled him in through the door and closed it behind him, drawing the curtain and then immediately slithered up against him and kissed his mouth.
“I thought you’d had second thoughts” she said coyly
“Why would I do that?” he asked
“Why do you think?” she added and he looked blankly at her
“Because I’m 12 years older than you”
“That doesn’t matter to me” he said
“It should do” Francesca retorted “I’m 41 next birthday, and you’re only 28”
“I don’t care about that” he assure her “Age is just a number”
“It isn’t though is it?” she insisted “it matters”
“No, the only thing that matters is that I love you” Paul said and Francesca wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.
“Would you like a glass of wine darling?” she asked when she had finished
“Yes please”
“Where would you like it?” she asked
“Bed I think” he answered
“You really are incorrigible” she said and giggled
“Is that a no then?”
“Yes, but I admire your good choice” she said “but you know I can’t”
“Anywhere would have been a good choice” he told her “and anywhere would have been special”
“Shut up and come and sit in the lounge” she ordered so he followed Francesca as she walked along the hall and into the lounge.
They sat cuddled up on the sofa and talked late into the night, the converse interspersed with periods of kissing, and then Francesca let him out the kitchen door and he reversed his earlier journey with her words of love reverberating in his head.
Twenty eight year old Paul Ingram was involved with an older woman, a forty year old woman to be precise, who was a beautiful unhappily married, Carrington Chase educated woman called, Francesca Carrington-Webber.
Paul and Francesca both lived in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean, she lived in a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club, and coincidentally Paul worked for the Golf Club.
They became involved after three chance meetings, two on a train and the third more significant one was on the Promenade in Sharpington, where he came upon her small huddled figure on the bench ahead of him in some distress.
And when he asked
“Is everything ok?”
She turned around to reveal her tearstained face and when she saw it was Paul she exclaimed
“Oh it’s you”
And the moment she said it she was up on her feet and rushing into his arms, but was unable to speak for several minutes as Paul held her in his arms and she sobbed.
And those tender moments of consolation lead to them making love in his caravan.
But in the days that followed she avoided him and dodged his calls, so it wasn’t until 2 weeks after they made love, when he was running an errand in Shallowfield that he ran into her in the pub car park.
After a brief conversation they drove up to a secluded part of the Dancing Dean Forest where they could share a passionate embrace, after which they talked and talked until it was time for her to go and pick up her girls from school.
The outcome of the discourse was that she wanted to see him again, but she was a married woman, however unhappily, so they couldn’t be together in the way they were at the Whitecliff Hill Caravan Park, not yet anyway.
They also concluded that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.
Even after they had bared their souls to each other, Francesca still had doubts, partly because of the guilt, but mainly because she was 12 years older than him.
Even without the complication of her doubts they found it difficult to snatch even five minutes together, so after he saw her go into Stephenson’s Supermarket he followed her in to the shop in the hope that they might at least be in close proximity to one another.
Unfortunately every time he got anywhere near her she was in conversation with someone, so it was with a feeling of frustration that he made his way to the checkout.
While he was queuing, Francesca and a friend joined the adjacent queue where he heard her say.
“I am a lady of leisure this weekend”
“How come?” her friend asked
“David is away on a golfing weekend and mum and dad have the girls” Francesca said and although she was talking to her friend, the statement was very clearly meant for him, so from that he believed he was expected at her house on Saturday night.
(Part 02)
Paul Ingram knew from the earlier overheard conversation in Stephenson’s Supermarket, between Francesca Carrington-Webber and her friend, that she was going to be alone in the house most of the weekend as her husband was away and her parents had taken the children.
Although she was talking to a friend, the statement was very definitely meant for him, so he knew he was expected at the house on Saturday night.
He was later setting off than he intended as he had trouble shaking off his mates, but eventually he managed to give them the slip in the pub and went out the back door.
Once outside he headed towards the Vicarage and then turned down the lane by the church, which led to the path that crossed the golf course.
From there he traversed the course until he reached the back of Francesca’s house and he was pleased to see some of the house lights were still on.
Paul kept to the shadows and made his way up to the house and tapped on the window.
It took a few minutes, but then Francesca appeared at the door, already in her nightclothes and when she saw him she gave him a dazzling smile and opened the door
“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said
“I couldn’t get away” he responded while he admired her in her silk nightie.
“Oh that looks nice”
“You are incorrigible” she said and laughed as she re-tied her dressing gown, and then she took his hand and pulled him in through the door and closed it behind him, drawing the curtain and then immediately slithered up against him and kissed his mouth.
“I thought you’d had second thoughts” she said coyly
“Why would I do that?” he asked
“Why do you think?” she added and he looked blankly at her
“Because I’m 12 years older than you”
“That doesn’t matter to me” he said
“It should do” Francesca retorted “I’m 41 next birthday, and you’re only 28”
“I don’t care about that” he assure her “Age is just a number”
“It isn’t though is it?” she insisted “it matters”
“No, the only thing that matters is that I love you” Paul said and Francesca wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.
“Would you like a glass of wine darling?” she asked when she had finished
“Yes please”
“Where would you like it?” she asked
“Bed I think” he answered
“You really are incorrigible” she said and giggled
“Is that a no then?”
“Yes, but I admire your good choice” she said “but you know I can’t”
“Anywhere would have been a good choice” he told her “and anywhere would have been special”
“Shut up and come and sit in the lounge” she ordered so he followed Francesca as she walked along the hall and into the lounge.
They sat cuddled up on the sofa and talked late into the night, the converse interspersed with periods of kissing, and then Francesca let him out the kitchen door and he reversed his earlier journey with her words of love reverberating in his head.
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (51) Do you Want Everything with that?
The Channing family owned and operated a number of “Burger Vans” one of which was on the Shallowfield road on the Childean side of Forestdean.
During the Summer, eldest daughter Georgina ran it with the help of David Wythe, who were both university students, and although they both attended Abbottsford University, they were doing different degrees and had never met before that summer.
They got on very well despite his being quite shy and fancying the pants off her and being unable to do anything about it.
Which he may have done had he realised Georgina really had the hots for him as well, but he didn’t and so nothing happeaned.
She knew he liked her though, she’d caught him looking at her on more than one occasion, but despite her dropping very unsuble hints he never asked her out.
Georgie was an old fashioned girl though and didn’t believe in asking a boy out, she preferred to be more subtle and use her allure.
Which of course didn’t work on him, even though she’d given him all the signals, green lights and all the bells and whistles, he just wasn’t getting the message.
So after having worked together for a month she decided that she obviously had to make the signal clearer.
So one rainy afternoon when they hadn’t had a customer for an hour she said
“We might as well shut up for the day”
“ok” he agreed
“You put the shutters down and pack awy the tables and chairs while I clear up in here” she suggested
“No problem” David said and went outside.
By the time he had finished securing the shutters and stowing away the furniture David opened the door and Georgina was standing there wearing a green figure hugging dress, black stockings and stillettoes.
Her flowing red curly hair tumbled over her alabaster shoulders and her lips wore some freshly applied lippy.
David looked at her and could see everything he’d ever desired in front of him and she looked back at him and asked.
“Do you see any thing you like?”
“Yes everything” he replied but he was
“Then come and give me a kiss” she said invitingly
“We’re not being picked up for an hour”
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him but before she let him kiss her she said as she stood close up to him.
“Before we go any further I have to know something, are you going to ask me out?”
“Only if the answer is yes” he replied
“I’m standing here wearing my best dress looking drop dead gorgeous so do you really think I might say no?”
“Well its obvious when you put it like that” he remarked
“So?” she teased
“So will you go out with me Georgie?”
“I knew you fancied me” she said smugly and kissed him
“So?” he asked holding her off
“So why didn’t you ask me out before?” she asked
“I was working up to it” he replied
“Working up to it?” she retorted
“We’d have graduated Uni by the time you got round to it”
“You still havent answered my question” he reminded her
“Which was?”
“Which was, will you go out with me Georgie?”
“Ha ha I made you ask again” she giggled
“Shut up and kiss me” he said and took her in his arms
During the Summer, eldest daughter Georgina ran it with the help of David Wythe, who were both university students, and although they both attended Abbottsford University, they were doing different degrees and had never met before that summer.
They got on very well despite his being quite shy and fancying the pants off her and being unable to do anything about it.
Which he may have done had he realised Georgina really had the hots for him as well, but he didn’t and so nothing happeaned.
She knew he liked her though, she’d caught him looking at her on more than one occasion, but despite her dropping very unsuble hints he never asked her out.
Georgie was an old fashioned girl though and didn’t believe in asking a boy out, she preferred to be more subtle and use her allure.
Which of course didn’t work on him, even though she’d given him all the signals, green lights and all the bells and whistles, he just wasn’t getting the message.
So after having worked together for a month she decided that she obviously had to make the signal clearer.
So one rainy afternoon when they hadn’t had a customer for an hour she said
“We might as well shut up for the day”
“ok” he agreed
“You put the shutters down and pack awy the tables and chairs while I clear up in here” she suggested
“No problem” David said and went outside.
By the time he had finished securing the shutters and stowing away the furniture David opened the door and Georgina was standing there wearing a green figure hugging dress, black stockings and stillettoes.
Her flowing red curly hair tumbled over her alabaster shoulders and her lips wore some freshly applied lippy.
David looked at her and could see everything he’d ever desired in front of him and she looked back at him and asked.
“Do you see any thing you like?”
“Yes everything” he replied but he was
“Then come and give me a kiss” she said invitingly
“We’re not being picked up for an hour”
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him but before she let him kiss her she said as she stood close up to him.
“Before we go any further I have to know something, are you going to ask me out?”
“Only if the answer is yes” he replied
“I’m standing here wearing my best dress looking drop dead gorgeous so do you really think I might say no?”
“Well its obvious when you put it like that” he remarked
“So?” she teased
“So will you go out with me Georgie?”
“I knew you fancied me” she said smugly and kissed him
“So?” he asked holding her off
“So why didn’t you ask me out before?” she asked
“I was working up to it” he replied
“Working up to it?” she retorted
“We’d have graduated Uni by the time you got round to it”
“You still havent answered my question” he reminded her
“Which was?”
“Which was, will you go out with me Georgie?”
“Ha ha I made you ask again” she giggled
“Shut up and kiss me” he said and took her in his arms
Sunday, 7 May 2017
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (60) Molly’s Secret Santa
(Part 01)
In 1986, sisters Kay and Molly Webb’s parents were still living at Lakeside Villa on the southern side of the idyllic Teardrop Lake, although the girls spent most of their time in Abbottsford because both girls were nurses at the Winston Churchill Hospital.
Molly was the older of the two by three years and twenty year old Kay was still only a student.
Molly Webb 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 was drop dead gorgeous, they also knew all too well that she was aware of the fact and used it to her advantage.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off boyfriend Patrick O’Neill.
When they first met, Pat thought he 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.
The other difference between them was that Patrick was monogamous, a one woman man, he had always been that way, he had never strayed, he had never even been interested in a another woman while he was in a relationship, and he was straight, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, and she loved men and women in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye her and Patrick always seemed to end up back together, he for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Pauline Barker who was a renowned philanderer who had a big house in the village of Shallowfield, a mile or so from Teardrop Lake.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Pauline put it about every bit as much as Molly did and played the field for both teams.
Molly’s parents were going to Tipton for a friend’s wedding so she suggested to Patrick that a weekend away from Abbottsford would be a nice change of scenery which could only help their relationship, but that wasn’t all that Molly had in mind for herself.
She proposed a surprise visit to her parent’s house on the pretence of using it as a base for a weekend on the Lake, Patrick however saw through this ruse immediately and refused to go.
“You only want to go so you can sneak off at some time over the weekend to have unnatural relations with Pauline” he said
“That’s not the reason at all babe” Molly said, “The thought never crossed my mind, honestly”
A long protracted argument ensued and ended with Patrick saying
“You have to promise you won’t have sex with Pauline, or I’m not coming”
“Ok I promise” she lied
“Cross you heart” Pat insisted
“What?” Molly said “how old are you?”
“Just do it” he said
“Alright” she said and made the gesture “Cross my heart”
(Part 02)
On the journey down from Abbottsford, Molly was in reflective mood as she mulled over in her mind the various scenarios that might lead to her getting what she wanted from her kissing cousin without Patrick finding out, and those reflections made her tingle as she saw the sign for Shallowfield.
Shallowfield lay on the southern edge of the Finchbottom Vale and Shallowfield’s fortunes had always relied largely upon forestry and agriculture for its survival.
In the post war years with rationing and a shortage of work a lot of people moved away, to Abbottsford, Abbeyvale and beyond and it only barely survived.
And the community around Teardrop Lake fared even worse.
Only a few of the houses around the Lake were thriving, a lot of the houses had been rented out and those that hadn’t were in a poor state of repair, some too such an extent they were little more than ruins.
But by the 70s things were beginning to change, thanks mainly to tourism and an increase in leisure time.
More importantly these people had money in their pockets.
This trend was reflected by the fact that the derelict Shallowfield Lodge, which had been inherited by a young couple from Lincolnshire, Rob and Sheryl Brown, was turned into a hotel.
Its completion formerly marked the rebirth of Teardrop Lake and by extension Shallowfield.
They drove through Shallowfield and turned into the lane that passed the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel and crossed the River Brooke as it flowed from the head of the lake and on towards Shallowfield, Mornington and beyond, and then the Lake was suddenly in front of them.
The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forest.
It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.
But he thought it was simply beautiful and it had remained relatively un-spoilt which was what made it so special.
The lake was surrounded by a perimeter road which gave access to the 12 significant dwellings that surrounded the lake.
The Webb’s lived at Lakeside Villa on the southern side of the lake.
What neither of them realised as they drove around the perimeter road was that the weekend was going to be life changing, because it marked the time that Patrick was to draw a line under the toxic relationship that he endured with Molly and by the end of the weekend he had fallen in love with her sister Kay.
The next time he went to the Lake it was to see Kay and he knocked on the door and waited for a few minutes before the door was opened by a beaming Kay.
“I was hoping you’d come” she said excitedly
“You were?” he asked in amazement
“Oh yes” she replied “I’ve made us a picnic”
And that was that and from that moment on they were a couple and were married the following year, they lived together in Abbottsford but spent as much time as they possibly could by the lake and eventually they lived fulltime in Lakeside Villa where they raised three boys.
Her parents welcomed Patrick into the family with open arms although Molly never spoke to either of them again.
(Part 03)
After Molly Webb was dumped by her on/off boyfriend she took solace in the arms of her rich cousin Pauline Barker who was a renowned philanderer who had a big house in the village of Shallowfield, a mile or so from Teardrop Lake and they lived together for three years before even Pauline grew tired of her lovers roving eye and wandering hands.
Molly continued to work at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford after breaking up with Pauline, because it suited her on many levels.
Because being at a large Hospital she came into contact with a lot of potential partners both male and female.
Like when she was doing a rotation on paediatrics and she met paediatric registrar Polly Jones for the first time
Polly was a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.
But sadly for Molly she was also happily married to an oncologist.
Although she was resigned to the fact she was not going to get in the lovely doctors knickers Molly made no secret of the fact to Dr Jones that she fancied her and flirted outrageously with her.
So when Christmas came around and she drew Polly’s name in the Secret Santa she bought her some really slutty underwear, which although she accepted she would never see Polly in them, just thought of her wearing the slutty scanties turned her on while she was barely halfway through wrapping them.
When the big day came she watched Polly carefully as she took the present from under the tree and carefully opened it at the nurse’s station and then blushed scarlet when she saw the contents.
Molly was so thrilled at the Doctors reaction to the sinful selection that she almost forgot to open her own gift.
When Molly finally opened the small Secret Santa present 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, far more than she had 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.
She liked burning the candle at both ends and toxing her socks off or preferably someone else’s.
In fact if it hadn’t been for the fact that her girlfriend Samantha was so miffed about her going off for a weekend without her she would have given the voucher to someone else.
It was perhaps childish and in the realms of cutting off her nose to spite her face but she thought it was worth it just to see the look on Samantha’s sulky face as she left.
By the time she arrived at the Spa however she had resolved to make the best of it and try to get her Secret Santa their monies worth and when she was greeted in reception by a very attractive specimen of a man, her spirits rose.
He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking, and she just hoped he wasn’t gay.
(Part 04)
When she was settled into her room she went on a tour of the facilities to see if she could find something “interesting” to do.
As it was a cold winter day she decided to stay inside and began with refreshments.
Which was when she got the first surprise of the weekend, when she saw, already sitting in the cafeteria wrapped in a pristine white towelling robe, Doctor Polly Jones.
“What kept you?” the smiling Doctor asked and Molly was speechless.
“I didn’t expect to see you here” she said
“I love coming here” Polly said “But I hate coming alone”
“So why me? And not your husband” Molly asked
“This is not his kind of thing at all” she replied “and you’re a good laugh so I thought we’d have fun”
“You could have had fun with a male friend” she said
“No way” she said “I’ve never cheated on Derek with another man”
“You love him?” Molly asked
“Very much so” she replied “What about you and Samantha?”
“What love you mean?”
“Yes, do you love Samantha?” Polly asked
“No, Samantha is just my fall back until something better comes along” she replied
“I see” she said “and what about your sex mad cousin?”
“We’re just sex buddies” she replied and laughed
The conversation moved on then to discuss the range of what was on offer, from fitness classes, the gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure, in the end they settled on a massage followed by a sauna.
The massage was wonderful and Molly was feeling very relaxed as she sat in the sauna room.
“I think it’s time for some of that “Fun” I was talking about” Polly said after she joined her in the sauna a few minutes later, and as she locked the door she turned towards Molly, she got her second surprise of the day when she slipped off her robe and stood in front of Molly completely naked.
“I thought you were happily married” Molly said
“I am”
“And you said you’ve never been unfaithful to Derek” Molly pointed out
“I haven’t” Polly replied “Not with a man”
Now Molly wasn’t a shy girl by any stretch of the imagination but even she was a little shocked and surprised by Polly’s boldness, as the doctor gently kissed her open mouth.
And Molly thought to herself
“Someone better has come along”
In 1986, sisters Kay and Molly Webb’s parents were still living at Lakeside Villa on the southern side of the idyllic Teardrop Lake, although the girls spent most of their time in Abbottsford because both girls were nurses at the Winston Churchill Hospital.
Molly was the older of the two by three years and twenty year old Kay was still only a student.
Molly Webb 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 was drop dead gorgeous, they also knew all too well that she was aware of the fact and used it to her advantage.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off boyfriend Patrick O’Neill.
When they first met, Pat thought he 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.
The other difference between them was that Patrick was monogamous, a one woman man, he had always been that way, he had never strayed, he had never even been interested in a another woman while he was in a relationship, and he was straight, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, and she loved men and women in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye her and Patrick always seemed to end up back together, he for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Pauline Barker who was a renowned philanderer who had a big house in the village of Shallowfield, a mile or so from Teardrop Lake.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Pauline put it about every bit as much as Molly did and played the field for both teams.
Molly’s parents were going to Tipton for a friend’s wedding so she suggested to Patrick that a weekend away from Abbottsford would be a nice change of scenery which could only help their relationship, but that wasn’t all that Molly had in mind for herself.
She proposed a surprise visit to her parent’s house on the pretence of using it as a base for a weekend on the Lake, Patrick however saw through this ruse immediately and refused to go.
“You only want to go so you can sneak off at some time over the weekend to have unnatural relations with Pauline” he said
“That’s not the reason at all babe” Molly said, “The thought never crossed my mind, honestly”
A long protracted argument ensued and ended with Patrick saying
“You have to promise you won’t have sex with Pauline, or I’m not coming”
“Ok I promise” she lied
“Cross you heart” Pat insisted
“What?” Molly said “how old are you?”
“Just do it” he said
“Alright” she said and made the gesture “Cross my heart”
(Part 02)
On the journey down from Abbottsford, Molly was in reflective mood as she mulled over in her mind the various scenarios that might lead to her getting what she wanted from her kissing cousin without Patrick finding out, and those reflections made her tingle as she saw the sign for Shallowfield.
Shallowfield lay on the southern edge of the Finchbottom Vale and Shallowfield’s fortunes had always relied largely upon forestry and agriculture for its survival.
In the post war years with rationing and a shortage of work a lot of people moved away, to Abbottsford, Abbeyvale and beyond and it only barely survived.
And the community around Teardrop Lake fared even worse.
Only a few of the houses around the Lake were thriving, a lot of the houses had been rented out and those that hadn’t were in a poor state of repair, some too such an extent they were little more than ruins.
But by the 70s things were beginning to change, thanks mainly to tourism and an increase in leisure time.
More importantly these people had money in their pockets.
This trend was reflected by the fact that the derelict Shallowfield Lodge, which had been inherited by a young couple from Lincolnshire, Rob and Sheryl Brown, was turned into a hotel.
Its completion formerly marked the rebirth of Teardrop Lake and by extension Shallowfield.
They drove through Shallowfield and turned into the lane that passed the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel and crossed the River Brooke as it flowed from the head of the lake and on towards Shallowfield, Mornington and beyond, and then the Lake was suddenly in front of them.
The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forest.
It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.
But he thought it was simply beautiful and it had remained relatively un-spoilt which was what made it so special.
The lake was surrounded by a perimeter road which gave access to the 12 significant dwellings that surrounded the lake.
The Webb’s lived at Lakeside Villa on the southern side of the lake.
What neither of them realised as they drove around the perimeter road was that the weekend was going to be life changing, because it marked the time that Patrick was to draw a line under the toxic relationship that he endured with Molly and by the end of the weekend he had fallen in love with her sister Kay.
The next time he went to the Lake it was to see Kay and he knocked on the door and waited for a few minutes before the door was opened by a beaming Kay.
“I was hoping you’d come” she said excitedly
“You were?” he asked in amazement
“Oh yes” she replied “I’ve made us a picnic”
And that was that and from that moment on they were a couple and were married the following year, they lived together in Abbottsford but spent as much time as they possibly could by the lake and eventually they lived fulltime in Lakeside Villa where they raised three boys.
Her parents welcomed Patrick into the family with open arms although Molly never spoke to either of them again.
(Part 03)
After Molly Webb was dumped by her on/off boyfriend she took solace in the arms of her rich cousin Pauline Barker who was a renowned philanderer who had a big house in the village of Shallowfield, a mile or so from Teardrop Lake and they lived together for three years before even Pauline grew tired of her lovers roving eye and wandering hands.
Molly continued to work at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford after breaking up with Pauline, because it suited her on many levels.
Because being at a large Hospital she came into contact with a lot of potential partners both male and female.
Like when she was doing a rotation on paediatrics and she met paediatric registrar Polly Jones for the first time
Polly was a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.
But sadly for Molly she was also happily married to an oncologist.
Although she was resigned to the fact she was not going to get in the lovely doctors knickers Molly made no secret of the fact to Dr Jones that she fancied her and flirted outrageously with her.
So when Christmas came around and she drew Polly’s name in the Secret Santa she bought her some really slutty underwear, which although she accepted she would never see Polly in them, just thought of her wearing the slutty scanties turned her on while she was barely halfway through wrapping them.
When the big day came she watched Polly carefully as she took the present from under the tree and carefully opened it at the nurse’s station and then blushed scarlet when she saw the contents.
Molly was so thrilled at the Doctors reaction to the sinful selection that she almost forgot to open her own gift.
When Molly finally opened the small Secret Santa present 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, far more than she had 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.
She liked burning the candle at both ends and toxing her socks off or preferably someone else’s.
In fact if it hadn’t been for the fact that her girlfriend Samantha was so miffed about her going off for a weekend without her she would have given the voucher to someone else.
It was perhaps childish and in the realms of cutting off her nose to spite her face but she thought it was worth it just to see the look on Samantha’s sulky face as she left.
By the time she arrived at the Spa however she had resolved to make the best of it and try to get her Secret Santa their monies worth and when she was greeted in reception by a very attractive specimen of a man, her spirits rose.
He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking, and she just hoped he wasn’t gay.
(Part 04)
When she was settled into her room she went on a tour of the facilities to see if she could find something “interesting” to do.
As it was a cold winter day she decided to stay inside and began with refreshments.
Which was when she got the first surprise of the weekend, when she saw, already sitting in the cafeteria wrapped in a pristine white towelling robe, Doctor Polly Jones.
“What kept you?” the smiling Doctor asked and Molly was speechless.
“I didn’t expect to see you here” she said
“I love coming here” Polly said “But I hate coming alone”
“So why me? And not your husband” Molly asked
“This is not his kind of thing at all” she replied “and you’re a good laugh so I thought we’d have fun”
“You could have had fun with a male friend” she said
“No way” she said “I’ve never cheated on Derek with another man”
“You love him?” Molly asked
“Very much so” she replied “What about you and Samantha?”
“What love you mean?”
“Yes, do you love Samantha?” Polly asked
“No, Samantha is just my fall back until something better comes along” she replied
“I see” she said “and what about your sex mad cousin?”
“We’re just sex buddies” she replied and laughed
The conversation moved on then to discuss the range of what was on offer, from fitness classes, the gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure, in the end they settled on a massage followed by a sauna.
The massage was wonderful and Molly was feeling very relaxed as she sat in the sauna room.
“I think it’s time for some of that “Fun” I was talking about” Polly said after she joined her in the sauna a few minutes later, and as she locked the door she turned towards Molly, she got her second surprise of the day when she slipped off her robe and stood in front of Molly completely naked.
“I thought you were happily married” Molly said
“I am”
“And you said you’ve never been unfaithful to Derek” Molly pointed out
“I haven’t” Polly replied “Not with a man”
Now Molly wasn’t a shy girl by any stretch of the imagination but even she was a little shocked and surprised by Polly’s boldness, as the doctor gently kissed her open mouth.
And Molly thought to herself
“Someone better has come along”
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (59) A Solicitor’s Allure
It was the first week in June when Neil Kuschel found himself sitting in the reception at Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles, who were the solicitors handling his divorce.
He wasn’t there for anything specific it just happened that he was in Shallowfield 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 the solicitors in the middle and pop in to make sure they weren’t dragging their heels.
It was often a case of, out of sight out of mind, with solicitors in his experience, although they always remembered you when money was due.
Anyway he sat there for about an hour waiting for Ms. Baxter to become available, whom he presumed to be some Manish ball breaker who enjoyed keeping people waiting.
So when he saw an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, he thought to himself she must be Ms. Baxter’s personal assistant.
“Mr. Kuschel?” She said holding out her hand “sorry to keep you waiting”
He took the offered hand, and she gripped his firmly
“Linda Baxter, so pleased to meet you”
“Like wise, please call me Neil” he replied and she smiled broadly and said
“Would you like to come through then Neil?”
She led the way and he followed on and the receptionist caught him staring at Ms. Baxter’s rather delightful derriere and she frowned at him but he just shrugged and carried on looking at the neat rolling buttocks.
Neil spent a very pleasant hour with the very un-Manish Ms. Baxter who he thought was nothing like the ball breaker he imagined, as they went through the relevant papers and she assured him that everything would be tied up with a bow in the coming few weeks.
However he didn’t take in everything she was saying, due to a combination of the posh plummy tones of her voice, which he found very seductive, always a turn on for him, and the very sexy way she peered over the top of her spectacles, and the fact she was very pleasing on the eye didn’t hurt and besides Neil had always had a soft spot for a posh well-dressed woman.
And she was very attractive, possibly even glamorous, so Linda Baxter was certainly alluring, and it was an allure which attracted his attention, particularly when she leant over the desk or when she was sitting back in her chair and he got to see her magnificent long legs.
But when she walked around the room was when she really got his attention.
When the time came to leave and they shook hands again and it was slow and lingering and he thought how comfortable her soft manicured hand was in his.
Linda smiled as if she could read his mind, he wasn’t sure if she could or not but there was definitely a look in her eyes, and they were looking at him.
“If your wife signs the papers you could drop them in the office, I’m here until 9” she said and he thought that sounded like an invitation.
“I’ll see you later then” he responded
When he left her office he walked past the receptionist who was, according to her lapel badge, Catherine Kimber, for some reason gave him a very disdainful look.
The Dinner with his wife was just as tedious as he thought it would be so he felt no guilt at all about ducking out early, in fact as soon as he had secured her signature, he made his excuses and left.
He returned back to Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles just before 8.30 and the security guard let him in.
“Miss Baxter is expecting you” he said “Do you know the way?”
“Yes I know the way” Neil replied
“Ok I’ll let her know you’re on the way up” the guard said and Neil smiled.
He walked past Catherine Kimber’s empty desk and then he heard her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr. Kuschel”
She said from the shadowy corridor and aided by the exotic heady fragrance that filled the room, the mental pictures of her as she had been earlier filled his head, the tailored skirt, white blouse and black tights, but when she emerged from the shadows she was dressed much less formally.
He gave her a good look over and was pleased and his final appraisal was a favourable one.
“I take it this is an informal meeting” he said
Linda giggled and turned around and headed down a long corridor and he followed her.
“I have the papers” he said
“Excellent” she said “Then perhaps we could go for a drink now”
“What a great idea” he concurred but almost the second he’d finished talking the affair between them had begun and it began with a simple kiss that ended up being something much more complicated for them both.
He wasn’t there for anything specific it just happened that he was in Shallowfield 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 the solicitors in the middle and pop in to make sure they weren’t dragging their heels.
It was often a case of, out of sight out of mind, with solicitors in his experience, although they always remembered you when money was due.
Anyway he sat there for about an hour waiting for Ms. Baxter to become available, whom he presumed to be some Manish ball breaker who enjoyed keeping people waiting.
So when he saw an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, he thought to himself she must be Ms. Baxter’s personal assistant.
“Mr. Kuschel?” She said holding out her hand “sorry to keep you waiting”
He took the offered hand, and she gripped his firmly
“Linda Baxter, so pleased to meet you”
“Like wise, please call me Neil” he replied and she smiled broadly and said
“Would you like to come through then Neil?”
She led the way and he followed on and the receptionist caught him staring at Ms. Baxter’s rather delightful derriere and she frowned at him but he just shrugged and carried on looking at the neat rolling buttocks.
Neil spent a very pleasant hour with the very un-Manish Ms. Baxter who he thought was nothing like the ball breaker he imagined, as they went through the relevant papers and she assured him that everything would be tied up with a bow in the coming few weeks.
However he didn’t take in everything she was saying, due to a combination of the posh plummy tones of her voice, which he found very seductive, always a turn on for him, and the very sexy way she peered over the top of her spectacles, and the fact she was very pleasing on the eye didn’t hurt and besides Neil had always had a soft spot for a posh well-dressed woman.
And she was very attractive, possibly even glamorous, so Linda Baxter was certainly alluring, and it was an allure which attracted his attention, particularly when she leant over the desk or when she was sitting back in her chair and he got to see her magnificent long legs.
But when she walked around the room was when she really got his attention.
When the time came to leave and they shook hands again and it was slow and lingering and he thought how comfortable her soft manicured hand was in his.
Linda smiled as if she could read his mind, he wasn’t sure if she could or not but there was definitely a look in her eyes, and they were looking at him.
“If your wife signs the papers you could drop them in the office, I’m here until 9” she said and he thought that sounded like an invitation.
“I’ll see you later then” he responded
When he left her office he walked past the receptionist who was, according to her lapel badge, Catherine Kimber, for some reason gave him a very disdainful look.
The Dinner with his wife was just as tedious as he thought it would be so he felt no guilt at all about ducking out early, in fact as soon as he had secured her signature, he made his excuses and left.
He returned back to Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles just before 8.30 and the security guard let him in.
“Miss Baxter is expecting you” he said “Do you know the way?”
“Yes I know the way” Neil replied
“Ok I’ll let her know you’re on the way up” the guard said and Neil smiled.
He walked past Catherine Kimber’s empty desk and then he heard her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr. Kuschel”
She said from the shadowy corridor and aided by the exotic heady fragrance that filled the room, the mental pictures of her as she had been earlier filled his head, the tailored skirt, white blouse and black tights, but when she emerged from the shadows she was dressed much less formally.
He gave her a good look over and was pleased and his final appraisal was a favourable one.
“I take it this is an informal meeting” he said
Linda giggled and turned around and headed down a long corridor and he followed her.
“I have the papers” he said
“Excellent” she said “Then perhaps we could go for a drink now”
“What a great idea” he concurred but almost the second he’d finished talking the affair between them had begun and it began with a simple kiss that ended up being something much more complicated for them both.
Saturday, 6 May 2017
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (58) Room Service
(Part 01)
James Ruddock was a 25 year old singleton and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake.
The view of the lake from the Hotel 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.
It was beautiful and relatively unspoilt which was the reason he chose it.
A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale and the Dancingdean Forest in particular.
Teardrop Lake and the surrounding woodland was privately owned and divided into twelve parcels of land, each with one significant dwelling on it, although there were a number of cottages dotted around as well, some in use and some not.
It was both idyllic and peaceful, there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.
James was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.
He would have preferred not to be such a loaner but unfortunately he was a bit socially awkward, but the main reason he was alone was because he was shy and preferred to go unnoticed which is difficult to do when you’re 6ft 4 with flaming red hair.
On his fifth day by the lake he was up bright and early and headed up into the woods around the Lake and was heading for lover leap.
It was a rocky promontory which was a location that had been recommended to him.
Anna at the Hotel had given him a number of popular birding sites and after he had spent a couple of hours up at Lovers Leap including the small clearing where a Green Woodpecker had been sited.
But what he found waiting for him in the clearing, sitting on a blanket was Anna herself.
He moved a little closer and was about to ask her to direct him back to the path to civilization when she stood up and took off her dress to reveal a yellow bikini.
“Oh my” he said to himself as he studied a most interesting scene.
“This is much better than a Green Woodpecker” he said to himself “Much better”
It wasn’t the usual type of bird he was spotting for but it was a rare sighting indeed.
It was his habit to write down his more exotic sighting in his little book and he had nothing in his book to equal Anna.
Looking beyond the figure of Anna he could see there was a well-defined path which he thought if he followed would lead him back to Shallowfield as he was ready for his lunch.
It had been a very pleasant diversion from birdwatching but he wasn’t comfortable to spy on her further.
Anna was a year or two younger than James straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
However he still had the problem of getting back to Shallowfield without crossing the clearing or being seen by Anna and it was as he was pondering this problem that Anna turned around and looked directly at him and smiled, and then she gestured him to join her.
“I’m so sorry” he said as he approached “I didn’t mean to look”
“That’s alright you were meant to” she retorted
“Wwhat?” he stammered
“I’ve been trying to get your attention all week” she said and slithered up to him and embraced him and when the kiss was over she said
“Now don’t you think that’s better than bird watching?”
“Oh yes definitely” he replied and leant in for another helping and thought.
“This is definitely going in the book”
(Part 02)
After Anna had successfully lured James to the clearing in the Dancingdean Forest and they shared an extended period of kissing Anna suddenly broke away when her phone alarm went off and she said
“Sorry I have to dash”
“What? Now?”
“I’m afraid so or I’m going to be late for work” Anna explained as she slipped her dress back on.
“Can I walk back with you?” he asked
“You better had” she retorted “but no kissing and cuddling at the Hotel, canoodling with the guests isn’t allowed”
So when they got back they just said goodbye and he didn’t see her anymore that day.
The next morning he wasn’t up very early because he had been laying in his bed thinking about the meeting with Anna on the previous day in the Dancingdean Forest and more importantly trying to figure out when he would get to kiss her again.
And it was with those thoughts about kissing the girl in the yellow bikini that he decided he would take a shower and then go in search of her.
However just as he got midway between the bed and the bathroom the maid, receptionist, waitress and all round dogs body Anna Hunt suddenly appeared at the door.
“I’m sor…” she began as she realized the room wasn’t vacant but stopped and stared at him as he stood in front of her in his boxers.
And there they stood for an indeterminate time, Anna fully dressed and James in his pants.
“I thought you’d gone already” she explained whilst still staring at him.
“I slept in” he said strangely feeling no embarrassment under her gaze and in fact the opposite was true and he found it rather exciting and when she stepped inside the room and closed the door the excitement grew.
Anna walked slowly yet purposefully towards him and she flicked her eyes up and made the briefest contact with his, enough to cause her to blush but not enough to prevent her from returning her gaze immediately to his semi naked body.
Then she continued walking towards him and wrapped herself around him and kissed his chest and worked upwards until she found his mouth, which he didn’t resist but stopped after a few moments.
“No don’t stop” Anna said
“But I thought there wasn’t supposed to be any kissing and cuddling at the Hotel” he pointed out, evading her lips
“Shut up and kiss me” she demanded
“Canoodling with the guests isn’t allowed” he reiterated “you told me that”
“I’m not canoodling with a guest, I’m snogging my boyfriend” she said
“Oh well if you put it that way then pucker up” he said and kissed her
James Ruddock was a 25 year old singleton and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake.
The view of the lake from the Hotel 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.
It was beautiful and relatively unspoilt which was the reason he chose it.
A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale and the Dancingdean Forest in particular.
Teardrop Lake and the surrounding woodland was privately owned and divided into twelve parcels of land, each with one significant dwelling on it, although there were a number of cottages dotted around as well, some in use and some not.
It was both idyllic and peaceful, there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.
James was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.
He would have preferred not to be such a loaner but unfortunately he was a bit socially awkward, but the main reason he was alone was because he was shy and preferred to go unnoticed which is difficult to do when you’re 6ft 4 with flaming red hair.
On his fifth day by the lake he was up bright and early and headed up into the woods around the Lake and was heading for lover leap.
It was a rocky promontory which was a location that had been recommended to him.
Anna at the Hotel had given him a number of popular birding sites and after he had spent a couple of hours up at Lovers Leap including the small clearing where a Green Woodpecker had been sited.
But what he found waiting for him in the clearing, sitting on a blanket was Anna herself.
He moved a little closer and was about to ask her to direct him back to the path to civilization when she stood up and took off her dress to reveal a yellow bikini.
“Oh my” he said to himself as he studied a most interesting scene.
“This is much better than a Green Woodpecker” he said to himself “Much better”
It wasn’t the usual type of bird he was spotting for but it was a rare sighting indeed.
It was his habit to write down his more exotic sighting in his little book and he had nothing in his book to equal Anna.
Looking beyond the figure of Anna he could see there was a well-defined path which he thought if he followed would lead him back to Shallowfield as he was ready for his lunch.
It had been a very pleasant diversion from birdwatching but he wasn’t comfortable to spy on her further.
Anna was a year or two younger than James straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
However he still had the problem of getting back to Shallowfield without crossing the clearing or being seen by Anna and it was as he was pondering this problem that Anna turned around and looked directly at him and smiled, and then she gestured him to join her.
“I’m so sorry” he said as he approached “I didn’t mean to look”
“That’s alright you were meant to” she retorted
“Wwhat?” he stammered
“I’ve been trying to get your attention all week” she said and slithered up to him and embraced him and when the kiss was over she said
“Now don’t you think that’s better than bird watching?”
“Oh yes definitely” he replied and leant in for another helping and thought.
“This is definitely going in the book”
(Part 02)
After Anna had successfully lured James to the clearing in the Dancingdean Forest and they shared an extended period of kissing Anna suddenly broke away when her phone alarm went off and she said
“Sorry I have to dash”
“What? Now?”
“I’m afraid so or I’m going to be late for work” Anna explained as she slipped her dress back on.
“Can I walk back with you?” he asked
“You better had” she retorted “but no kissing and cuddling at the Hotel, canoodling with the guests isn’t allowed”
So when they got back they just said goodbye and he didn’t see her anymore that day.
The next morning he wasn’t up very early because he had been laying in his bed thinking about the meeting with Anna on the previous day in the Dancingdean Forest and more importantly trying to figure out when he would get to kiss her again.
And it was with those thoughts about kissing the girl in the yellow bikini that he decided he would take a shower and then go in search of her.
However just as he got midway between the bed and the bathroom the maid, receptionist, waitress and all round dogs body Anna Hunt suddenly appeared at the door.
“I’m sor…” she began as she realized the room wasn’t vacant but stopped and stared at him as he stood in front of her in his boxers.
And there they stood for an indeterminate time, Anna fully dressed and James in his pants.
“I thought you’d gone already” she explained whilst still staring at him.
“I slept in” he said strangely feeling no embarrassment under her gaze and in fact the opposite was true and he found it rather exciting and when she stepped inside the room and closed the door the excitement grew.
Anna walked slowly yet purposefully towards him and she flicked her eyes up and made the briefest contact with his, enough to cause her to blush but not enough to prevent her from returning her gaze immediately to his semi naked body.
Then she continued walking towards him and wrapped herself around him and kissed his chest and worked upwards until she found his mouth, which he didn’t resist but stopped after a few moments.
“No don’t stop” Anna said
“But I thought there wasn’t supposed to be any kissing and cuddling at the Hotel” he pointed out, evading her lips
“Shut up and kiss me” she demanded
“Canoodling with the guests isn’t allowed” he reiterated “you told me that”
“I’m not canoodling with a guest, I’m snogging my boyfriend” she said
“Oh well if you put it that way then pucker up” he said and kissed her
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (57) Birthday Girl
Lizet Joubert and Andrea Lupo lived together in a two bedroom flat above a parade of shops in Shallowfield and apart from the fact they were both 30 years old and female they had absolutely nothing in common at all.
Lizet was French and was a doctor at the Dancingdean Health Centre in the village and Andrea was Italian and was a hairdresser at Mazzone’s in the parade of shops she lived above.
Apart from their different careers they also liked different food, listened to different music and wore different clothes.
The flat was owned by Mazzone’s and Andrea and another girl from the shop, Isabella, split the rent but when Izzy got married it left Andrea in a hole, so she put an advert in the Chronicle and Lizet was the only applicant and apart from the fact they were complete opposites they had lived together for 18 months and it had worked out perfectly well.
Lizet was tall and slender with brown hair and dark eyes and she made Andrea cross because she didn’t make the best of what she had, she didn’t go overboard with makeup and wore clothes that she was comfortable in rather than what made her look good.
Andrea had far less to work with, she was shorter, plainer and chubbier than her flatmate with mousy hair and a big nose but she
always looked immaculate, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by Lizet.
Not that Andrea was aware of that fact until the day after her birthday.
On Andrea’s birthday Lizet had been on a 48 hours stint at the health centre, due to a flu epidemic that had depleted the staff numbers and had been out after work for a few well-earned drinks and as a result she had come home much the worse for drink.
Andrea was in the bath when she returned and when she came out she was wearing a towelling bathrobe and a towel turban on her head.
On seeing her flatmate all freshly scrubbed and pink Lizet immediately rushed towards her.
“Joyeux anniversaire mon cher” she said and threw her arms around Andrea exaggeratedly and hugged her
“Thanks Lizet” she replied and hugged her back
Lizet however didn’t release her grip on the little mousy Italian girl and in addition began nuzzling her neck.
Andrea felt a little awkward but didn’t really understand what she was doing, that is until she started chewing her earlobe.
“I don’t...” she began but in response Lizet’s lips were over hers and her tongue immediately explored her flat mate’s mouth.
Andrea was shocked as she had never been kissed by a girl before and she certainly didn’t expect it from Lizet and as far as she was aware she had given her no encouragement or indication that she was that way inclined, which she wasn’t.
But despite all of that Andrea still found her tongue was exploring Lizet’s mouth with equal enthusiasm, and encouraged by her response Lizet untied the belt on Andrea’s robe and her mind was in a turmoil, She wanted to stop but she couldn’t, all of her life sex had always left her cold, and unmoved with no heat or passion but after Lizet had delivered Sappho’s kiss she was on fire.
She had always put down her indifference to the act, to a low sex drive but as she and her flat mate embraced she wondered if in reality if she could have been driving in the wrong direction all those years, was it conceivable that the secret of her sexuality was finally unlocked.
It was the first time she had felt such a kiss, the first time she’d felt that way in response to a kiss, but it had never occurred to her that she might be gay.
“Nonsense” she said in her head “I like George Clooney”
Yet her tongue still busied itself inside Lizet’s mouth as her flatmates hands were inside Andrea’s robe and then those hands fondled her breasts and all thought of protestations were dispelled from her mind and she emitted a moan akin to a purr and she finally knew her true self.
Lizet was French and was a doctor at the Dancingdean Health Centre in the village and Andrea was Italian and was a hairdresser at Mazzone’s in the parade of shops she lived above.
Apart from their different careers they also liked different food, listened to different music and wore different clothes.
The flat was owned by Mazzone’s and Andrea and another girl from the shop, Isabella, split the rent but when Izzy got married it left Andrea in a hole, so she put an advert in the Chronicle and Lizet was the only applicant and apart from the fact they were complete opposites they had lived together for 18 months and it had worked out perfectly well.
Lizet was tall and slender with brown hair and dark eyes and she made Andrea cross because she didn’t make the best of what she had, she didn’t go overboard with makeup and wore clothes that she was comfortable in rather than what made her look good.
Andrea had far less to work with, she was shorter, plainer and chubbier than her flatmate with mousy hair and a big nose but she
always looked immaculate, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by Lizet.
Not that Andrea was aware of that fact until the day after her birthday.
On Andrea’s birthday Lizet had been on a 48 hours stint at the health centre, due to a flu epidemic that had depleted the staff numbers and had been out after work for a few well-earned drinks and as a result she had come home much the worse for drink.
Andrea was in the bath when she returned and when she came out she was wearing a towelling bathrobe and a towel turban on her head.
On seeing her flatmate all freshly scrubbed and pink Lizet immediately rushed towards her.
“Joyeux anniversaire mon cher” she said and threw her arms around Andrea exaggeratedly and hugged her
“Thanks Lizet” she replied and hugged her back
Lizet however didn’t release her grip on the little mousy Italian girl and in addition began nuzzling her neck.
Andrea felt a little awkward but didn’t really understand what she was doing, that is until she started chewing her earlobe.
“I don’t...” she began but in response Lizet’s lips were over hers and her tongue immediately explored her flat mate’s mouth.
Andrea was shocked as she had never been kissed by a girl before and she certainly didn’t expect it from Lizet and as far as she was aware she had given her no encouragement or indication that she was that way inclined, which she wasn’t.
But despite all of that Andrea still found her tongue was exploring Lizet’s mouth with equal enthusiasm, and encouraged by her response Lizet untied the belt on Andrea’s robe and her mind was in a turmoil, She wanted to stop but she couldn’t, all of her life sex had always left her cold, and unmoved with no heat or passion but after Lizet had delivered Sappho’s kiss she was on fire.
She had always put down her indifference to the act, to a low sex drive but as she and her flat mate embraced she wondered if in reality if she could have been driving in the wrong direction all those years, was it conceivable that the secret of her sexuality was finally unlocked.
It was the first time she had felt such a kiss, the first time she’d felt that way in response to a kiss, but it had never occurred to her that she might be gay.
“Nonsense” she said in her head “I like George Clooney”
Yet her tongue still busied itself inside Lizet’s mouth as her flatmates hands were inside Andrea’s robe and then those hands fondled her breasts and all thought of protestations were dispelled from her mind and she emitted a moan akin to a purr and she finally knew her true self.
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