Mornington-By-Mere is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
But Mornington-By-Mere is not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it is the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale and there were a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere road and Dulcets Lane which formed the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and Jamie Green lived at number 3 Brewery Cottages.
But one Saturday night Jamie Green was sitting at the bar at the Old Mill Inn, drinking a large Gin and Tonic and doing a spot of people watching, an occupational hazard for a man, but the bar was so empty that he exhausted that exercise in less than five minutes.
So his thoughts turned to Dakota, his gorgeous girlfriend, who was currently two thousand miles away.
She was going to be home in a couple of days and he couldn’t wait to see her again and she had only been gone for a week.
He missed everything about her, her smile, her kiss, her touch and the amazing sex, unfortunately for him she wasn’t missing him.
As he sat there he reran some of their most intimate sexual scenarios in his head, and was looking forward to spending some quality time expanding their sexual horizons.
But it was just when he was preoccupied replaying a particularly salacious scenario in his head when it happened.
For that was when the girl in the black cocktail dress walked in and all eyes turned towards her as she walked slowly towards him on her long shapely legs sheathed in stockings, black and sheer, and the owner of those legs was Nicki Carpenter, and she had had Jamie on her radar since school and she knew that her friend Dakota was nor worthy of the man she loved as she was on a week’s holiday with another man.
But the effect she was having on Jamie was spellbinding, hypnotic and when Nikki sat at the bar on an adjacent stool, she slowly crossed her long legs exposing her stocking top and giving a satisfying glimpse of thigh and all at once Jamie wasn’t thinking about Dakota anymore.
Saturday, 17 June 2017
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (83) The House Guest
(Part 01)
At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town of Childean.
And on modern estate in a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac Connor Paul woke up from a lusty dream as the sun shone through the gap in the bedroom curtains and onto his face, it was still quite early in the morning as he stirred in a state of arousal.
This in itself was not an unusual event, he was after all a young man and in his sexual prime, and was seemingly in a perpetual state of arousal, in fact it was more noteworthy when he didn’t wake up in the morning with an urge.
But what made this particular morning different from any other was that it was his 21st birthday and more significantly he was not alone and there was a brunette’s head resting on his chest.
When the brunette realized he was fully awake she lifted her head from his chest and wished him a happy birthday.
“You’re insatiable Maz” Connor said as she began chewing his ear.
“You don’t normally complain” she replied
“I’m not complaining now” he said
“Good”
Now you would probably think that this kind of behavior in the nature of a birthday treat is not an uncommon gift to be given, to be showered in kisses on your special day in the “marital” bed so to speak, and you would under every normal circumstance be correct.
However on this particular occasion it was not a normal circumstance because firstly it was not his “marital” bed, it was the sofa bed in his uncle’s spare room and secondly the wife showering him with kisses was not in fact his wife at all, but his 16 year old cousin Marion.
The unethical nature of this circumstance was not lost on him either, as he lay beneath the duvet with his hosts’ daughter.
In fact he was just thinking about how being the recipient of what was the prelude to love making by the teenage daughter of the man who’s house he was currently a guest in, was somewhat taking the piss to put it mildly and was not by any measure the kind of hospitality his Uncle Daniel thought he was extending.
But it was at that point that Connor lost his train of thought completely as the intensity of the kissing diverted him.
But then Marion broke away and said
“That will have to do for now babe, Dad’s in the shower, I’ll give you your main present later”
And with that she slipped quietly out of the room.
Connor was the baby of his side of the Paul family while Daniel on the other hand was the oldest of the five boys, but Marion was an only child as her mum died in childbirth.
He was a good man though and he doted on his daughter who in turn loved him.
Connor wasn’t a particularly good looking bloke, he was ok looking, but nothing special, but he was young and physically fit and
But Marion liked what she saw and fell head over heels for him.
(Part 02)
Connor wasn’t a particularly good looking bloke, he was ok looking, but nothing special, but he was young and physically fit and
But Marion liked what she saw and fell head over heels for him.
The Paul family were from Northchapel, and the bulk of them were still there, however Daniel moved out to Childean shortly after he married Marion’s mum, Jo.
They had a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac and had a comfortable life.
The reason Connor happened to be staying in the spare room at his uncle’s house and enjoying Marion’s unique brand of hospitality was because he was training to be a reflexology therapist at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean which was only a mile or so down the road from Uncle Daniel’s place.
Daniel Paul was a police sergeant with the traffic division and worked odd shifts, so he liked the idea of having someone about the place when he was on nights, and as it turned out so did his daughter.
Connor had been staying in the spare room for about a month before the first time that Marion seduced him.
It was a hot Saturday afternoon and he had been earning his keep by doing some gardening for his hosts and by the end of the afternoon he was hot, sweaty and dirty.
Daniel had already gone to work and Marion was baking in the kitchen so he went upstairs and got in the shower to clean up and he had been in there just long enough to get the bathroom good and steamy when he saw the bathroom door open and a small figure walk in.
Without either of them speaking Connor watched through the steamy glass as Marion undressed, he couldn’t see detail but the shape was unmistakable the rest was just areas of light and shade but it was enough and his imagination did the rest.
When the shower door opened she paused there briefly and was completely naked in front of him.
“Room for a little one?” she said with a giggle and stepped inside.
At twenty years of age he was not without experience with women but Marion was no novice.
Paul had only gone upstairs to shower and clean up and thanks to his cousin he ended up getting dirty.
And that proved to be the first of many such encounters.
After Daniel had vacated the bathroom Connor went in for a quick shower before going downstairs to the kitchen for a special Birthday breakfast fry up.
Uncle Daniel was on duty and was wearing his uniform when he walked into the kitchen.
“Happy birthday kid” he said and patted him on the back before crossing the room to kiss Marion good bye
“We’ll go out for a meal tonight kid, but Marion will look after you today”
While Connor listened to his Uncle he could see Marion over his shoulder who was leering back at him showing Connor exactly how she was going to look after him.
At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town of Childean.
And on modern estate in a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac Connor Paul woke up from a lusty dream as the sun shone through the gap in the bedroom curtains and onto his face, it was still quite early in the morning as he stirred in a state of arousal.
This in itself was not an unusual event, he was after all a young man and in his sexual prime, and was seemingly in a perpetual state of arousal, in fact it was more noteworthy when he didn’t wake up in the morning with an urge.
But what made this particular morning different from any other was that it was his 21st birthday and more significantly he was not alone and there was a brunette’s head resting on his chest.
When the brunette realized he was fully awake she lifted her head from his chest and wished him a happy birthday.
“You’re insatiable Maz” Connor said as she began chewing his ear.
“You don’t normally complain” she replied
“I’m not complaining now” he said
“Good”
Now you would probably think that this kind of behavior in the nature of a birthday treat is not an uncommon gift to be given, to be showered in kisses on your special day in the “marital” bed so to speak, and you would under every normal circumstance be correct.
However on this particular occasion it was not a normal circumstance because firstly it was not his “marital” bed, it was the sofa bed in his uncle’s spare room and secondly the wife showering him with kisses was not in fact his wife at all, but his 16 year old cousin Marion.
The unethical nature of this circumstance was not lost on him either, as he lay beneath the duvet with his hosts’ daughter.
In fact he was just thinking about how being the recipient of what was the prelude to love making by the teenage daughter of the man who’s house he was currently a guest in, was somewhat taking the piss to put it mildly and was not by any measure the kind of hospitality his Uncle Daniel thought he was extending.
But it was at that point that Connor lost his train of thought completely as the intensity of the kissing diverted him.
But then Marion broke away and said
“That will have to do for now babe, Dad’s in the shower, I’ll give you your main present later”
And with that she slipped quietly out of the room.
Connor was the baby of his side of the Paul family while Daniel on the other hand was the oldest of the five boys, but Marion was an only child as her mum died in childbirth.
He was a good man though and he doted on his daughter who in turn loved him.
Connor wasn’t a particularly good looking bloke, he was ok looking, but nothing special, but he was young and physically fit and
But Marion liked what she saw and fell head over heels for him.
(Part 02)
Connor wasn’t a particularly good looking bloke, he was ok looking, but nothing special, but he was young and physically fit and
But Marion liked what she saw and fell head over heels for him.
The Paul family were from Northchapel, and the bulk of them were still there, however Daniel moved out to Childean shortly after he married Marion’s mum, Jo.
They had a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac and had a comfortable life.
The reason Connor happened to be staying in the spare room at his uncle’s house and enjoying Marion’s unique brand of hospitality was because he was training to be a reflexology therapist at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean which was only a mile or so down the road from Uncle Daniel’s place.
Daniel Paul was a police sergeant with the traffic division and worked odd shifts, so he liked the idea of having someone about the place when he was on nights, and as it turned out so did his daughter.
Connor had been staying in the spare room for about a month before the first time that Marion seduced him.
It was a hot Saturday afternoon and he had been earning his keep by doing some gardening for his hosts and by the end of the afternoon he was hot, sweaty and dirty.
Daniel had already gone to work and Marion was baking in the kitchen so he went upstairs and got in the shower to clean up and he had been in there just long enough to get the bathroom good and steamy when he saw the bathroom door open and a small figure walk in.
Without either of them speaking Connor watched through the steamy glass as Marion undressed, he couldn’t see detail but the shape was unmistakable the rest was just areas of light and shade but it was enough and his imagination did the rest.
When the shower door opened she paused there briefly and was completely naked in front of him.
“Room for a little one?” she said with a giggle and stepped inside.
At twenty years of age he was not without experience with women but Marion was no novice.
Paul had only gone upstairs to shower and clean up and thanks to his cousin he ended up getting dirty.
And that proved to be the first of many such encounters.
After Daniel had vacated the bathroom Connor went in for a quick shower before going downstairs to the kitchen for a special Birthday breakfast fry up.
Uncle Daniel was on duty and was wearing his uniform when he walked into the kitchen.
“Happy birthday kid” he said and patted him on the back before crossing the room to kiss Marion good bye
“We’ll go out for a meal tonight kid, but Marion will look after you today”
While Connor listened to his Uncle he could see Marion over his shoulder who was leering back at him showing Connor exactly how she was going to look after him.
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (83) Sleeping at the Claremont Hotel
(Part 01)
Shallowfield sat on the southern edge of the Finchbottom Vale and was bordered on the other side by the Dancingdean forest and the town’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 from the area and it only just 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 however things were beginning to change, thanks mainly to tourism as a result of an increase in leisure time.
This trend was reflected by the fact that the previously derelict Shallowfield Lodge, which had been inherited by a young couple from Lincolnshire, Rob and Sheryl Brown, was being turned into a Hotel.
From then on Shallowfield went from strength to strength which was echoed by the fortunes of the Claremont Hotel.
It was once the home of a wealthy Downshire family but like so many similar great houses in the county it fell into disuse as the fortunes of the owners suffered after the Great War.
It had had many reincarnations since then, particularly in the years between the wars and had been used for many things over the post war years but it wasn’t until the 60s that it became The Claremont Hotel.
However things had got tough in the Hotel trade with the success of Travelodge, Premier Inn and Holiday Inn Express and so places like the Claremont needed to offer something extra to attract the guests.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Matthew Millward, and he was an instant hit with the locals because he was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a fair minded guy, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Millward Manor chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Matt had no head for business and he felt that he was more of an artistic soul.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he had broken off his engagement with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
However that in itself wasn’t what had him exiled, it was Elaine’s attempted suicide, not that his action had caused her mental meltdown, it was rather more her mental instability being the deciding factor that forced him to end the engagement.
So it was decided to send Matt to the Claremont Hotel where he could do no real harm until the dust settled.
When he first found out he was being sent to Shallowfield, Matt was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that he actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and he felt immediately at home.
(Part 02)
When he first found out he was being sent to Shallowfield Matt was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that he actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and he felt immediately at home.
After the broken engagement and the resulting fall out Matthew Millward decided that he would not under any circumstances get himself romantically entangled while he was on punishment duty.
But there is a very apt saying which goes “never on your own doorstep” which he had clearly never heard because on his first day he fell head over heels for the Hospitality Manager, Sarah Poole, although in his defence the feeling was mutual.
Although apart from two very passionate kisses, the first initiated by her and the second by him, and the fact they were hopelessly in love with each other nothing else happened.
She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, mesmerizing green eyes and a cute figure with curves in all the right places and long slender legs.
Sarah was 26 years old and wasn’t looking for a relationship either because she was married, albeit to an alcoholic who hadn’t had shown her any marital attention for two years but she was still married to him nonetheless.
Sarah had worked at the hotel for since she left school, five years in housekeeping, five more in hospitality, and for two of those as Manager and she loved her job.
Despite the fact that Matthew was sent to the Claremont as a punishment and possessed no head for business he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side of the business and it was becoming a very popular venue for functions.
This was as a result in no small measure to his decision to promote the former Hospitality Manager Sarah Poole.
This was after Martin Tyrer tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Millward Manor group for ten years and had been the Assistant Manager at the Claremont for 5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.
So when Matthew Millward was parachuted in over his head it was just too much for him to take.
It left Matthew in a very difficult position as he needed someone who knew the place inside out and Sarah Poole was the only person that really fitted the bill so he offered her the job.
Matthews father was particularly pleased with him, there had been no reported mishaps and he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel, and so he invited him up to Abbottsford for the weekend for a celebratory meal but as he was conscious that his success was due more to Sarah Poole’s efforts than his own he dragged her along as well.
The following weekend he went on his own, the meal was very good and it was nice to see his parents but he didn’t stay the whole weekend as he was missing the quiet of Claremont.
And in truth he was a little embarrassed taking all the credit for the success at the Claremont plus he rather missed Sarah.
Matthew felt very pleased with himself for persuading Sarah to take the assistant Managers job although it was for purely selfish reasons.
Having Sarah as assistant manager, who was not only hard working and diligent but could also handle the guests very well, meant he could comfortably leave her in charge while he was doing what he did best, letting other people get on with it.
(Part 03)
On Saturday night after a lavish meal Matthew said goodbye to his parents and drove back to Shallowfield and it was 4 am when he pulled up outside the hotel, and he was surprised to see there were lights burning in his office so he decided to investigate, and on looking through his office window he saw Sarah, was asleep in his chair behind his desk.
Matthew smiled and then turned and headed to the entrance and when he reached his office door he could clearly see her sleeping behind his desk.
Sarah Poole was five foot eight with long shapely legs, but in his leather chair she looked quite small, almost childlike, her head, with her pixie cut red hair was turned to the side and she had an angelic look on her face.
It was a pretty face that he was very familiar with, he saw it every day at work and every night in his dreams.
As she slept in his chair she was wearing a turquoise green skirt, a rather creased white blouse and black opaque tights.
He tip toed in and closed the door behind him then he sat on the corner of his desk and watched her sleeping.
“Good morning” he said as she opened her mesmerizing green eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she said startled “I thought you were in Abbottsford”
“I was, I came back early” he replied
“More to the point, what are you doing here?”
“Kenny” she replied, Kenny was her alcoholic husband.
“What’s he done this time?” he asked
“He’s drunk” she replied
“So what’s new” he said ironically
“Nothing, but this time he’s been hammered for ten days straight”
“You should leave him” he said
“And go where? And do what?” she snapped “He’s blown all our money on booze, there’s nothing left for me to start again on my own”
“But he’s never going to change” Matthew said
“I know” she agreed resignedly
“So why don’t you live in?” he asked
“I need something more than a maid’s room” she said sinking back in the chair
“That wasn’t what I had in mind” he said
“I don’t know what you mean” she said with a confused expression on her face and then when the confusion cleared she said “oh no I can’t share with you”
“God I wasn’t suggesting that” he said with horror
“You don’t have to sound quite so horrified” she said
“Sorry” he said “but what I was suggesting was the Gate Lodge”
“Gate Lodge?” she responded
“Yes it’s the building down by the gate”
“I guessed that much, what about it?” she asked
“Well apparently when Martin Tyrer was assistant manager he had the use of the Lodge was part of his package” Matthew said
“No, Martin lived in the village” she corrected him
“Out of choice” he said “but he didn’t have to”
“Are you sure?” she asked
“Yes I saw it in his personnel file the other day” Matthew said
“What were you looking at that for?” she asked
“I had to do a reference” he replied
“Really?”
“Yes his file is still on the desk somewhere” He said as he glanced over his shoulder and all of a sudden she rose up from the chair and reached over and grabbed the file marked “Private and confidential” and began reading it.
“You were telling the truth” she said with surprise “So I can live there”
“Why would I lie?” he asked affronted
“I thought you were just being nice” she said as she leant over the desk rereading it
“That doesn’t sound like me” he said
”No it doesn’t” she agreed
“You cheeky cow” he said and pinned her to the desk and tickled her mercilessly until she was laughing so hard no sound was coming out of her so he stopped and let her regain her breath.
He bent down and kissed one cheek and caressed the other and said
“Go and get some sleep, in one of the vacant rooms”
“Ok boss” she purred
“And tomorrow get housekeeping to prepare the lodge and then you can move in”
“Thank you Matthew” she said and kissed him, but the kiss was more than gratitude
Shallowfield sat on the southern edge of the Finchbottom Vale and was bordered on the other side by the Dancingdean forest and the town’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 from the area and it only just 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 however things were beginning to change, thanks mainly to tourism as a result of an increase in leisure time.
This trend was reflected by the fact that the previously derelict Shallowfield Lodge, which had been inherited by a young couple from Lincolnshire, Rob and Sheryl Brown, was being turned into a Hotel.
From then on Shallowfield went from strength to strength which was echoed by the fortunes of the Claremont Hotel.
It was once the home of a wealthy Downshire family but like so many similar great houses in the county it fell into disuse as the fortunes of the owners suffered after the Great War.
It had had many reincarnations since then, particularly in the years between the wars and had been used for many things over the post war years but it wasn’t until the 60s that it became The Claremont Hotel.
However things had got tough in the Hotel trade with the success of Travelodge, Premier Inn and Holiday Inn Express and so places like the Claremont needed to offer something extra to attract the guests.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Matthew Millward, and he was an instant hit with the locals because he was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a fair minded guy, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Millward Manor chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Matt had no head for business and he felt that he was more of an artistic soul.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he had broken off his engagement with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
However that in itself wasn’t what had him exiled, it was Elaine’s attempted suicide, not that his action had caused her mental meltdown, it was rather more her mental instability being the deciding factor that forced him to end the engagement.
So it was decided to send Matt to the Claremont Hotel where he could do no real harm until the dust settled.
When he first found out he was being sent to Shallowfield, Matt was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that he actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and he felt immediately at home.
(Part 02)
When he first found out he was being sent to Shallowfield Matt was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that he actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and he felt immediately at home.
After the broken engagement and the resulting fall out Matthew Millward decided that he would not under any circumstances get himself romantically entangled while he was on punishment duty.
But there is a very apt saying which goes “never on your own doorstep” which he had clearly never heard because on his first day he fell head over heels for the Hospitality Manager, Sarah Poole, although in his defence the feeling was mutual.
Although apart from two very passionate kisses, the first initiated by her and the second by him, and the fact they were hopelessly in love with each other nothing else happened.
She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, mesmerizing green eyes and a cute figure with curves in all the right places and long slender legs.
Sarah was 26 years old and wasn’t looking for a relationship either because she was married, albeit to an alcoholic who hadn’t had shown her any marital attention for two years but she was still married to him nonetheless.
Sarah had worked at the hotel for since she left school, five years in housekeeping, five more in hospitality, and for two of those as Manager and she loved her job.
Despite the fact that Matthew was sent to the Claremont as a punishment and possessed no head for business he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side of the business and it was becoming a very popular venue for functions.
This was as a result in no small measure to his decision to promote the former Hospitality Manager Sarah Poole.
This was after Martin Tyrer tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Millward Manor group for ten years and had been the Assistant Manager at the Claremont for 5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.
So when Matthew Millward was parachuted in over his head it was just too much for him to take.
It left Matthew in a very difficult position as he needed someone who knew the place inside out and Sarah Poole was the only person that really fitted the bill so he offered her the job.
Matthews father was particularly pleased with him, there had been no reported mishaps and he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel, and so he invited him up to Abbottsford for the weekend for a celebratory meal but as he was conscious that his success was due more to Sarah Poole’s efforts than his own he dragged her along as well.
The following weekend he went on his own, the meal was very good and it was nice to see his parents but he didn’t stay the whole weekend as he was missing the quiet of Claremont.
And in truth he was a little embarrassed taking all the credit for the success at the Claremont plus he rather missed Sarah.
Matthew felt very pleased with himself for persuading Sarah to take the assistant Managers job although it was for purely selfish reasons.
Having Sarah as assistant manager, who was not only hard working and diligent but could also handle the guests very well, meant he could comfortably leave her in charge while he was doing what he did best, letting other people get on with it.
(Part 03)
On Saturday night after a lavish meal Matthew said goodbye to his parents and drove back to Shallowfield and it was 4 am when he pulled up outside the hotel, and he was surprised to see there were lights burning in his office so he decided to investigate, and on looking through his office window he saw Sarah, was asleep in his chair behind his desk.
Matthew smiled and then turned and headed to the entrance and when he reached his office door he could clearly see her sleeping behind his desk.
Sarah Poole was five foot eight with long shapely legs, but in his leather chair she looked quite small, almost childlike, her head, with her pixie cut red hair was turned to the side and she had an angelic look on her face.
It was a pretty face that he was very familiar with, he saw it every day at work and every night in his dreams.
As she slept in his chair she was wearing a turquoise green skirt, a rather creased white blouse and black opaque tights.
He tip toed in and closed the door behind him then he sat on the corner of his desk and watched her sleeping.
“Good morning” he said as she opened her mesmerizing green eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she said startled “I thought you were in Abbottsford”
“I was, I came back early” he replied
“More to the point, what are you doing here?”
“Kenny” she replied, Kenny was her alcoholic husband.
“What’s he done this time?” he asked
“He’s drunk” she replied
“So what’s new” he said ironically
“Nothing, but this time he’s been hammered for ten days straight”
“You should leave him” he said
“And go where? And do what?” she snapped “He’s blown all our money on booze, there’s nothing left for me to start again on my own”
“But he’s never going to change” Matthew said
“I know” she agreed resignedly
“So why don’t you live in?” he asked
“I need something more than a maid’s room” she said sinking back in the chair
“That wasn’t what I had in mind” he said
“I don’t know what you mean” she said with a confused expression on her face and then when the confusion cleared she said “oh no I can’t share with you”
“God I wasn’t suggesting that” he said with horror
“You don’t have to sound quite so horrified” she said
“Sorry” he said “but what I was suggesting was the Gate Lodge”
“Gate Lodge?” she responded
“Yes it’s the building down by the gate”
“I guessed that much, what about it?” she asked
“Well apparently when Martin Tyrer was assistant manager he had the use of the Lodge was part of his package” Matthew said
“No, Martin lived in the village” she corrected him
“Out of choice” he said “but he didn’t have to”
“Are you sure?” she asked
“Yes I saw it in his personnel file the other day” Matthew said
“What were you looking at that for?” she asked
“I had to do a reference” he replied
“Really?”
“Yes his file is still on the desk somewhere” He said as he glanced over his shoulder and all of a sudden she rose up from the chair and reached over and grabbed the file marked “Private and confidential” and began reading it.
“You were telling the truth” she said with surprise “So I can live there”
“Why would I lie?” he asked affronted
“I thought you were just being nice” she said as she leant over the desk rereading it
“That doesn’t sound like me” he said
”No it doesn’t” she agreed
“You cheeky cow” he said and pinned her to the desk and tickled her mercilessly until she was laughing so hard no sound was coming out of her so he stopped and let her regain her breath.
He bent down and kissed one cheek and caressed the other and said
“Go and get some sleep, in one of the vacant rooms”
“Ok boss” she purred
“And tomorrow get housekeeping to prepare the lodge and then you can move in”
“Thank you Matthew” she said and kissed him, but the kiss was more than gratitude
Friday, 16 June 2017
Downshire Diary – (82) Alison and the Danish Guy
Alison Holmes went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal but she was a nice girl.
She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.
Alison didn’t have a boyfriend when she went to university partly because of her OCD but mainly because she hadn’t met the right person until one night she met someone quite by chance.
It was getting late and Alison decided to walk back to the flats along the wooded path that meandered through the woods that bordered the park.
She was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.
She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure who she knocked off their feet and then ended up on top of them.
So she had her assailant pinned to the ground and winded so using her trusty torch she shone it in their face and was surprised to see it was Eric Jespersen, a Danish exchange student who was on the same course as her.
Alison had fancied him since she first saw him but he was out of her league so she just admired him from afar.
But due to a serendipitous happenstance she now had him flat on his back in the park, and that was a game changer, and she thought she could detect the tell-tale odour of chlorine.
“Have you been swimming Eric?” she asked
“Yes” he replied surprised at the question though not as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth, and despite the fact that she wasn’t his type his surprise continued when he found himself kissing her back.
It was a surprise to him because Alison Holmes was a rather plain skinny girl, she was a nice girl, but she was not his type.
He did think her eyes were stunning and she had nice legs and she also had beautiful blonde hair but he was Danish so blonde hair didn’t impress him too much.
The surprise was finding her on top of him and having her initiate a rather pleasing engagement which he was really enjoying, which he wasn’t expecting and nor was he expecting to be disappointed when it stopped.
It was at the moment she was startled by a noise in the wood, and she quickly stood up and he noticed that as she stood up one of her shoes was missing, it had obviously come off her foot when they both fell.
Alison backed into the shadow of an old twisted oak but to her delight he joined her there.
They stood there in close proximity, neither speaking in the darkness and the only sound was her quick and shallow breathing.
After a minute or so, she was satisfied that no one else was in the wood she returned her lips to his.
“Well that was a nice surprise” Eric said
“How nice?” Alison asked
“One mark away from a first” Eric said
“Well let’s go for the extra mark then” she said kissed him again
Eric walked her to her block and they kissed in the shadows
“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said
“I hope we can too” he replied
“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house
“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied
“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified
“You could have been attacked” Amy added
Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.
She wasn’t sure if that kiss in the park would indeed lead to anything but she had hopes.but if nothing came of it she had at least snogged the gorgeous Dane in the woods.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal but she was a nice girl.
She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.
Alison didn’t have a boyfriend when she went to university partly because of her OCD but mainly because she hadn’t met the right person until one night she met someone quite by chance.
It was getting late and Alison decided to walk back to the flats along the wooded path that meandered through the woods that bordered the park.
She was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.
She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure who she knocked off their feet and then ended up on top of them.
So she had her assailant pinned to the ground and winded so using her trusty torch she shone it in their face and was surprised to see it was Eric Jespersen, a Danish exchange student who was on the same course as her.
Alison had fancied him since she first saw him but he was out of her league so she just admired him from afar.
But due to a serendipitous happenstance she now had him flat on his back in the park, and that was a game changer, and she thought she could detect the tell-tale odour of chlorine.
“Have you been swimming Eric?” she asked
“Yes” he replied surprised at the question though not as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth, and despite the fact that she wasn’t his type his surprise continued when he found himself kissing her back.
It was a surprise to him because Alison Holmes was a rather plain skinny girl, she was a nice girl, but she was not his type.
He did think her eyes were stunning and she had nice legs and she also had beautiful blonde hair but he was Danish so blonde hair didn’t impress him too much.
The surprise was finding her on top of him and having her initiate a rather pleasing engagement which he was really enjoying, which he wasn’t expecting and nor was he expecting to be disappointed when it stopped.
It was at the moment she was startled by a noise in the wood, and she quickly stood up and he noticed that as she stood up one of her shoes was missing, it had obviously come off her foot when they both fell.
Alison backed into the shadow of an old twisted oak but to her delight he joined her there.
They stood there in close proximity, neither speaking in the darkness and the only sound was her quick and shallow breathing.
After a minute or so, she was satisfied that no one else was in the wood she returned her lips to his.
“Well that was a nice surprise” Eric said
“How nice?” Alison asked
“One mark away from a first” Eric said
“Well let’s go for the extra mark then” she said kissed him again
Eric walked her to her block and they kissed in the shadows
“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said
“I hope we can too” he replied
“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house
“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied
“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified
“You could have been attacked” Amy added
Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.
She wasn’t sure if that kiss in the park would indeed lead to anything but she had hopes.but if nothing came of it she had at least snogged the gorgeous Dane in the woods.
Mornington-By-Mere – (82) Caterpillar Ride
(Part 01)
Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see, from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the east coast seaside town of Sharpington where our story takes place.
Sharpington-by-Sea is a traditional seaside resort complete with a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, the Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.
The Fun was the first purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper, and in the dull and austere post war years of the late 1940’s and 1950’s it was like a glimmering jewel.
In the summer of 1949 best friends Jean Fitzsimons and June Gough were travelling to Sharpington for a well-earned break.
Both girls were 24 years old, as well as being natives of Abbottsford. Although they had never met before they joined the Women's Land Army and were assigned to Mereside Farm in Mornington but they became instant friends.
And the friendship that resulted from that first meeting, considering they were on the face of it, two very different characters had lasted for six years and as they got on so well they stayed together long after the war had ended.
This was in part because they didn’t have anyone else, Jean was an only child and her parents were killed in an air raid in 1941 while June lost her parents when she was 12 and was raised by her two older brothers but they had both been killed in action, Tommy at Dunkirk and George in North Africa so they pledged that they would be each other’s family.
Of all the other land girls she had known, Jean found herself drawn to June from the first moment they met.
Their closeness was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour, a strong faith, a love of music, and going to the pictures.
When the war was over they were both loath to leave Mornington-By-Mere, which they had fallen in love with, but it wasn’t just a quaint chocolate box English Village, it was more than that to them, and it was the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale.
And although the village was the hub it was the surrounding farms and hamlets that were its life blood.
One such Farm was Mereside on the Southern side of the village where the girls were posted.
The Hoddinott family had farmed the land at Mereside Farm for several generation and with fair seas and following winds they would do so for at least several more.
But the war had depleted the labour force so they were over the moon that their best two girls wanted to stay on indefinitely.
Because they were both such hard working girls and because they rarely took time off Mrs Hoddinott suggested they take themselves off to Sharpington for a couple of days, and because the country had experienced the worst winter in a generation, and the girls were instrumental in ensuring the farm lost no livestock, old man Hoddinott told then he could borrow his pride and joy, a 1929 Austin 7.
(Part 02)
Because Jean and June were both such hard working girls and because they rarely took time off Mrs Hoddinott suggested they take themselves off to Sharpington for a couple of days, and because the country had experienced the worst winter in a generation, and the girls were instrumental in ensuring the farm lost no livestock, old man Hoddinott told then he could borrow his pride and joy, a 1929 Austin 7.
After one of Mrs Hoddinott’s substantial breakfasts they were later leaving Mornington than they wanted, but the fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way, in fact because the weather was clear and the roads were empty they got to the seaside only ten minutes later than they had originally planned.
June parked the Austin on the promenade opposite the Ocean Vista guest house run by a very amiable lady by the name of Morwenna Penhale.
They had booked the largest room in the house, which they shared in order to save money, it wasn’t the grandest establishment but it was clean and their room did indeed have a sea view.
There was only one other room on their floor with whom they shared a bathroom, but as the other room was unoccupied they the luxury of a bathroom to themselves.
The girls both stood five foot two and were both 24 years old but that was where the similarities ended.
Jean Fitzsimons was brunette and had luscious thick curls tumbling down onto her shoulders and soulful brown eyes, with a lovely figure, curvaceous and perfectly proportioned and was a quiet cautious girl who lacked confidence in herself.
June Gough on the other hand was smaller framed, with delicate features and shorter strawberry blonde hair and more than enough confidence for the two of them.
Once they had unpacked they spent the rest of Saturday on the promenade and the pier before returning to the guest house where they ate dinner and found Mrs Penhale to be an excellent cook.
Because they had a bathroom to themselves, which was a luxury they would have paid dearly for because back at Mereside farm they had one between eight people and they could never dwell as long as they would have liked so after dinner they decided to have a bath before they went out dancing at the Palladium Ballroom.
Jean was lying on the bed reading a magazine, while June took first turn in the bath, and she was waiting impatiently for her to finish so she could have her go.
She didn’t see June vacate the bathroom as she had to go and spend a penny, but when she left the toilet she could see the bathroom was empty so she went in.
Washed, perfumed and powdered Jean went back into the bedroom where she found June sitting on the bed loosely wearing a dressing gown, which gaped from neck to thigh as she listened to the radio and painted her nails.
Jean’s mouth fell open when she saw her friend in her semi nakedness, not that she hadn’t seen her in various stages of undress over the previous six years.
She had never been a shy girl like Jean was, but she had never been so brazen before.
Suddenly June turned to the side to reach for her varnish and in that action she exposed even more flesh.
June seemed to be oblivious to her presence as she was listening intently to the radio, Jean couldn’t really hear anything because to be honest her attention was drawn to her semi naked friend rather than what was coming out of the radio.
Jean was rooted to the spot while June was still sitting on the bed but she paused her nail painting and glanced towards June and smiled.
“You’d better get a move on” she said but Jean didn’t move
“Are you listening?” she asked and then smiled as Jean got flustered after being caught watching her.
(Part 03)
About an hour after June caught Jean staring at her semi naked form they left the guest house and headed towards the Palladium Ballroom and when they got there they found it much quieter than they were expecting and there were three girls to every man so they spent a lot of time dancing with each other, which Jean preferred as she felt uneasy when men asked June to dance, and even more so when they asked her.
At the end of the evening they were in high spirits as they walked arm in arm along the promenade and they laughed like schoolchildren when they had to run the fifty yards so they wouldn’t be locked out.
The next morning Mrs Penhale served up a breakfast that rivalled Mrs H back at Mereside.
June polished hers off in double quick time and then ate half of Jeans as well as she didn’t have much of an appetite.
She hadn’t slept well as her night had been punctuated by disturbing dreams about her best friend, dreams which were made all the more disturbing by the fact that she was sharing a bed with the subject of those dreams and June was a very cuddlesome bed mate.
After breakfast they washed and dressed then they walked the short distance to St Lucy’s church for the morning service which was very well attended, June really enjoyed it and when her mind wasn’t wandering into sinful territory so did Jean.
After the service they walked along the promenade and paid a visit to Bizzoni’s Ice Cream Parlour, which was a must, it just wasn’t possible to go to Sharpington and not sample their homemade ices.
And following a very indulgent ice cream their next port of call was The Sharpington Fun Park which was also a must for the two girls it was after all the first purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which was a very proud boast for the locals.
The Fun Park had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper, something for everyone and the park was popular with visitors and locals a like.
They were in high spirits from the moment they walked through the gates and Jean seemed to have put her uneasy dreams behind her right up until the moment they climbed aboard the Caterpillar Ride.
Jean got in the car first and sat down and as June climbed in and began to take her seat the wind lifted her skirts and gave a tantalizing view of her stocking tops and underwear which triggered a kaleidoscope of salacious images of her friend in Jeans mind.
June was still giggling as the Caterpillar started moving and Jean couldn’t take her eyes off of her as they gathered speed and they followed the rides undulations and June continued to giggle and Jean continued to watch her and then after several circuits the canopy began to rise and after another circuit they were completely covered which was when it happened.
In the safety of the darkness and out of sight of prying eyes as the Caterpillar wiggled its way around the track, pretty, shy and cautious Jean Fitzsimons leant over and kissed June Gough passionately on the mouth and when she was finished June smiled.
“It’s about time” she said “I was beginning to wonder what I had to do to get your attention”
And then she kissed her back and that night as they shared a bed at the guest house neither of them slept very well.
Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see, from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the east coast seaside town of Sharpington where our story takes place.
Sharpington-by-Sea is a traditional seaside resort complete with a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, the Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.
The Fun was the first purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper, and in the dull and austere post war years of the late 1940’s and 1950’s it was like a glimmering jewel.
In the summer of 1949 best friends Jean Fitzsimons and June Gough were travelling to Sharpington for a well-earned break.
Both girls were 24 years old, as well as being natives of Abbottsford. Although they had never met before they joined the Women's Land Army and were assigned to Mereside Farm in Mornington but they became instant friends.
And the friendship that resulted from that first meeting, considering they were on the face of it, two very different characters had lasted for six years and as they got on so well they stayed together long after the war had ended.
This was in part because they didn’t have anyone else, Jean was an only child and her parents were killed in an air raid in 1941 while June lost her parents when she was 12 and was raised by her two older brothers but they had both been killed in action, Tommy at Dunkirk and George in North Africa so they pledged that they would be each other’s family.
Of all the other land girls she had known, Jean found herself drawn to June from the first moment they met.
Their closeness was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour, a strong faith, a love of music, and going to the pictures.
When the war was over they were both loath to leave Mornington-By-Mere, which they had fallen in love with, but it wasn’t just a quaint chocolate box English Village, it was more than that to them, and it was the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale.
And although the village was the hub it was the surrounding farms and hamlets that were its life blood.
One such Farm was Mereside on the Southern side of the village where the girls were posted.
The Hoddinott family had farmed the land at Mereside Farm for several generation and with fair seas and following winds they would do so for at least several more.
But the war had depleted the labour force so they were over the moon that their best two girls wanted to stay on indefinitely.
Because they were both such hard working girls and because they rarely took time off Mrs Hoddinott suggested they take themselves off to Sharpington for a couple of days, and because the country had experienced the worst winter in a generation, and the girls were instrumental in ensuring the farm lost no livestock, old man Hoddinott told then he could borrow his pride and joy, a 1929 Austin 7.
(Part 02)
Because Jean and June were both such hard working girls and because they rarely took time off Mrs Hoddinott suggested they take themselves off to Sharpington for a couple of days, and because the country had experienced the worst winter in a generation, and the girls were instrumental in ensuring the farm lost no livestock, old man Hoddinott told then he could borrow his pride and joy, a 1929 Austin 7.
After one of Mrs Hoddinott’s substantial breakfasts they were later leaving Mornington than they wanted, but the fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way, in fact because the weather was clear and the roads were empty they got to the seaside only ten minutes later than they had originally planned.
June parked the Austin on the promenade opposite the Ocean Vista guest house run by a very amiable lady by the name of Morwenna Penhale.
They had booked the largest room in the house, which they shared in order to save money, it wasn’t the grandest establishment but it was clean and their room did indeed have a sea view.
There was only one other room on their floor with whom they shared a bathroom, but as the other room was unoccupied they the luxury of a bathroom to themselves.
The girls both stood five foot two and were both 24 years old but that was where the similarities ended.
Jean Fitzsimons was brunette and had luscious thick curls tumbling down onto her shoulders and soulful brown eyes, with a lovely figure, curvaceous and perfectly proportioned and was a quiet cautious girl who lacked confidence in herself.
June Gough on the other hand was smaller framed, with delicate features and shorter strawberry blonde hair and more than enough confidence for the two of them.
Once they had unpacked they spent the rest of Saturday on the promenade and the pier before returning to the guest house where they ate dinner and found Mrs Penhale to be an excellent cook.
Because they had a bathroom to themselves, which was a luxury they would have paid dearly for because back at Mereside farm they had one between eight people and they could never dwell as long as they would have liked so after dinner they decided to have a bath before they went out dancing at the Palladium Ballroom.
Jean was lying on the bed reading a magazine, while June took first turn in the bath, and she was waiting impatiently for her to finish so she could have her go.
She didn’t see June vacate the bathroom as she had to go and spend a penny, but when she left the toilet she could see the bathroom was empty so she went in.
Washed, perfumed and powdered Jean went back into the bedroom where she found June sitting on the bed loosely wearing a dressing gown, which gaped from neck to thigh as she listened to the radio and painted her nails.
Jean’s mouth fell open when she saw her friend in her semi nakedness, not that she hadn’t seen her in various stages of undress over the previous six years.
She had never been a shy girl like Jean was, but she had never been so brazen before.
Suddenly June turned to the side to reach for her varnish and in that action she exposed even more flesh.
June seemed to be oblivious to her presence as she was listening intently to the radio, Jean couldn’t really hear anything because to be honest her attention was drawn to her semi naked friend rather than what was coming out of the radio.
Jean was rooted to the spot while June was still sitting on the bed but she paused her nail painting and glanced towards June and smiled.
“You’d better get a move on” she said but Jean didn’t move
“Are you listening?” she asked and then smiled as Jean got flustered after being caught watching her.
(Part 03)
About an hour after June caught Jean staring at her semi naked form they left the guest house and headed towards the Palladium Ballroom and when they got there they found it much quieter than they were expecting and there were three girls to every man so they spent a lot of time dancing with each other, which Jean preferred as she felt uneasy when men asked June to dance, and even more so when they asked her.
At the end of the evening they were in high spirits as they walked arm in arm along the promenade and they laughed like schoolchildren when they had to run the fifty yards so they wouldn’t be locked out.
The next morning Mrs Penhale served up a breakfast that rivalled Mrs H back at Mereside.
June polished hers off in double quick time and then ate half of Jeans as well as she didn’t have much of an appetite.
She hadn’t slept well as her night had been punctuated by disturbing dreams about her best friend, dreams which were made all the more disturbing by the fact that she was sharing a bed with the subject of those dreams and June was a very cuddlesome bed mate.
After breakfast they washed and dressed then they walked the short distance to St Lucy’s church for the morning service which was very well attended, June really enjoyed it and when her mind wasn’t wandering into sinful territory so did Jean.
After the service they walked along the promenade and paid a visit to Bizzoni’s Ice Cream Parlour, which was a must, it just wasn’t possible to go to Sharpington and not sample their homemade ices.
And following a very indulgent ice cream their next port of call was The Sharpington Fun Park which was also a must for the two girls it was after all the first purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which was a very proud boast for the locals.
The Fun Park had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper, something for everyone and the park was popular with visitors and locals a like.
They were in high spirits from the moment they walked through the gates and Jean seemed to have put her uneasy dreams behind her right up until the moment they climbed aboard the Caterpillar Ride.
Jean got in the car first and sat down and as June climbed in and began to take her seat the wind lifted her skirts and gave a tantalizing view of her stocking tops and underwear which triggered a kaleidoscope of salacious images of her friend in Jeans mind.
June was still giggling as the Caterpillar started moving and Jean couldn’t take her eyes off of her as they gathered speed and they followed the rides undulations and June continued to giggle and Jean continued to watch her and then after several circuits the canopy began to rise and after another circuit they were completely covered which was when it happened.
In the safety of the darkness and out of sight of prying eyes as the Caterpillar wiggled its way around the track, pretty, shy and cautious Jean Fitzsimons leant over and kissed June Gough passionately on the mouth and when she was finished June smiled.
“It’s about time” she said “I was beginning to wonder what I had to do to get your attention”
And then she kissed her back and that night as they shared a bed at the guest house neither of them slept very well.
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (82) Lizzie Long Stocking
At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town of Childean and on the outskirts was the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.
The manager was Ian Ferguson and he was 28 years old and his father was owned a substantial share in the Hotel which influenced the decision to appoint him.
However it may have been nepotism that got him the job but it was his hard work and diligence that kept him in place.
He worked so hard to make good that he had no time for a social life so after three years in the job he had no significant other in his life and no likely candidate on the horizon.
But there was on regular visitor who he was attracted to called Elizabeth Incledon-Webber who was a 30 something entrepreneur with pots of money.
The staff called her Lizzie Long Stocking, because she was a tall woman, six foot one, stick thin, with little or no visible bust line, and she had no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a boy, especially with her short brown hair and huge feet.
She looked younger than she was by about five years and she had a pretty face, which was even prettier when she smiled which she always seemed to do a lot when Ian was around.
She had been a regular for a couple of years but since his arrival at the helm her regular visits had doubled after she first set her sights on him.
Nothing happened between them though, until one day after a business meeting in her suite.
She always took one of the grand suites, which had in addition to the normal facilities in a hotel room and sitting room, an office come meeting room which enabled her to hold business meetings in her suite.
Ian happened to be on the same floor as her suite, patrolling his domain, when the meeting broke up and it was quite obvious that all had not gone well.
Three red faced men emerged muttering and a fourth came out and kicked a fire bucket.
He was not enamoured with their behaviour but he was more concerned with what may have happened on the other side of the door to Elizabeth.
He knocked on the door and was releived to hear her say
“Come in”
He opened the door and found Lizzie Long Stocking sitting on the desk.
“Is everything ok?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “it’s the same old story I’m afraid, they still think it’s a man’s world, and they don’t like it when the little woman tells them that it’s not”
“Little woman?” he asked and they both laughed
“Ok I admit that’s a bad turn of phrase” Elizabeth said still laughing
“The truth is that half of the men I have to deal with think I’m a brainless bimbo and the other half think I’m a lesbian”
Ian nodded as he digested her words and then Elizabeth suddenly became concerned that he might actually think that she was a lesbian and so she kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back until he fell back in a chair and she invaded his mouth with her tongue.
“I’m not a lesbian” she said between kisses
“I guess not” he replied and she reattached her mouth to his.
It was something he had often thought about, but never imagined it would actually happen, he would never have attempted to seduce a guest however much he may have wanted to.
But she had kissed him so all bets were off and following her seduction Lizzie Long Stocking stayed at the Hotel more often than she did at her own home and Ian Fergusson finally had his significant other.
The manager was Ian Ferguson and he was 28 years old and his father was owned a substantial share in the Hotel which influenced the decision to appoint him.
However it may have been nepotism that got him the job but it was his hard work and diligence that kept him in place.
He worked so hard to make good that he had no time for a social life so after three years in the job he had no significant other in his life and no likely candidate on the horizon.
But there was on regular visitor who he was attracted to called Elizabeth Incledon-Webber who was a 30 something entrepreneur with pots of money.
The staff called her Lizzie Long Stocking, because she was a tall woman, six foot one, stick thin, with little or no visible bust line, and she had no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a boy, especially with her short brown hair and huge feet.
She looked younger than she was by about five years and she had a pretty face, which was even prettier when she smiled which she always seemed to do a lot when Ian was around.
She had been a regular for a couple of years but since his arrival at the helm her regular visits had doubled after she first set her sights on him.
Nothing happened between them though, until one day after a business meeting in her suite.
She always took one of the grand suites, which had in addition to the normal facilities in a hotel room and sitting room, an office come meeting room which enabled her to hold business meetings in her suite.
Ian happened to be on the same floor as her suite, patrolling his domain, when the meeting broke up and it was quite obvious that all had not gone well.
Three red faced men emerged muttering and a fourth came out and kicked a fire bucket.
He was not enamoured with their behaviour but he was more concerned with what may have happened on the other side of the door to Elizabeth.
He knocked on the door and was releived to hear her say
“Come in”
He opened the door and found Lizzie Long Stocking sitting on the desk.
“Is everything ok?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “it’s the same old story I’m afraid, they still think it’s a man’s world, and they don’t like it when the little woman tells them that it’s not”
“Little woman?” he asked and they both laughed
“Ok I admit that’s a bad turn of phrase” Elizabeth said still laughing
“The truth is that half of the men I have to deal with think I’m a brainless bimbo and the other half think I’m a lesbian”
Ian nodded as he digested her words and then Elizabeth suddenly became concerned that he might actually think that she was a lesbian and so she kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back until he fell back in a chair and she invaded his mouth with her tongue.
“I’m not a lesbian” she said between kisses
“I guess not” he replied and she reattached her mouth to his.
It was something he had often thought about, but never imagined it would actually happen, he would never have attempted to seduce a guest however much he may have wanted to.
But she had kissed him so all bets were off and following her seduction Lizzie Long Stocking stayed at the Hotel more often than she did at her own home and Ian Fergusson finally had his significant other.
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (82) Stable Relationship
(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)
Anna was a year or two younger than James, short in stature with long straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile, she also had nice legs ensconced in black shabby tights and she had tiny feet always which was a bonus for him.
The morning after Anna had successfully lured James to the clearing in the Dancingdean Forest and they shared an extended period of kissing he rose late and was 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.
There followed a delightful interlude, in which she declared that she was his girlfriend, that culminated in them making love in his bed.
The next morning he rose late again but this time however when he headed to the shower the door didn’t suddenly open and Anna did not appear.
This time he was already in the shower and had already given himself a good soaping before she joined him and on that morning he had no need to undress her as Anna was already naked.
When Anna got in the cubicle she was only wearing a broad grin so he kissed her smiling lips and made love to her.
And after Anna’s timely arrival there followed an exhausting but rewarding union which culminated in Anna screaming out in orgasm.
She clearly enjoyed it sufficiently that she ambushed him in his bathroom the next morning when she again left him exhausted.
There was no repeat the following day however, as Wednesday was Anna’s day off at the Hotel, but being a really hard worker, on her day off she had another two jobs, one of which was as a cleaner at one of the large Houses on Teardrop Lake, Forest Lodge.
Anna finished at 1pm and then she went on and did another job mucking out stables on the edge of the Forest, and that job finished at 4pm and the plan was for him to meet her afterwards and they would go and do something together maybe just a walk in the woods.
So he had a quiet morning at the Hotel followed by an early lunch before he left to go birdwatching.
But his heart wasn’t really in it, he was really missing Anna so after about an hour he decided to go and meet her from work.
(Part 03)
James headed down the perimeter road towards Forest Lodge and halfway down the road the rain came and so he took shelter beneath a tree for five minutes and then he got going again, but that five minute delay was enough to mean that he missed her at Forest Lodge so he reverted to plan b, which was to catch her at the stables, but he wasn’t really sure where it was.
But he walked in the general direction of where he thought it was and after twenty five minutes the rain came again only this time there were no convenient trees to shelter under.
But he did see, some thirty yards or so ahead of him, a stable block and thought even if it wasn’t the destination he was looking for, it was still the most likely source of shelter so he ran in that direction.
Once he got close he noticed that the door was a jar so he pushed on it softly.
“Hello” he called as the door opened and inside he was surprised to find Anna in the stable mucking out a stall wearing only a baggy sweater and wellington boots.
“Oh” she gasped “it’s you”
“And what are you up to exactly?” he asked as he gave her a thorough appraisal
“I’m not doing anything wrong” she said defensively and giggled “Honestly I’m not”
“Really?” he quizzed
“I got caught in the rain and my shirt and leggings got wet so I’m drying them on the heater and this is the only dry thing I had to wear” she blurted out and was almost breathless when she had finished.
“Well you look really hot” he said
“Really?” she said coyly and blushed deeply “I think you’re biased, I know I look like a nutter”
“A lovely nutter” he said and kissed her
“What are you doing here anyway?” she asked
“I missed you” he said and kissed her again
“Well its lovely to see you” Anna said “But I have to work, and I cant leave until I’m finished”
“I know but I can help you and we’ll have it done in half the time”
“Why would you want to do that?” she said “youre on holiday”
“I’m doing it so I can be with you” He said
“That’s so sweet” Anna said but looked at him a bit glumly
“What’s the matter?” he asked but she just shrugged and then tears welled up in her eyes and he hugged her
“I’m sorry” she sobbed
“What for?” he asked
“I’ve spoiled everything” she said
“How?”
“My period started this morning” she howled and buried her face in his chest.
“So I guess you won’t want to be with me now”
“When I said I wanted to be with you, I meant I want to be with you, to be near you and to hold you” he said “that’s the only place I want to be, with you”
“So you don’t mind that we can’t make love?” she sobbed
“We don’t need to make love all the time” he replied “We can just have a cuddle”
And when she looked up at him through teary eyes he knew he was now in her heart forever.
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)
Anna was a year or two younger than James, short in stature with long straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile, she also had nice legs ensconced in black shabby tights and she had tiny feet always which was a bonus for him.
The morning after Anna had successfully lured James to the clearing in the Dancingdean Forest and they shared an extended period of kissing he rose late and was 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.
There followed a delightful interlude, in which she declared that she was his girlfriend, that culminated in them making love in his bed.
The next morning he rose late again but this time however when he headed to the shower the door didn’t suddenly open and Anna did not appear.
This time he was already in the shower and had already given himself a good soaping before she joined him and on that morning he had no need to undress her as Anna was already naked.
When Anna got in the cubicle she was only wearing a broad grin so he kissed her smiling lips and made love to her.
And after Anna’s timely arrival there followed an exhausting but rewarding union which culminated in Anna screaming out in orgasm.
She clearly enjoyed it sufficiently that she ambushed him in his bathroom the next morning when she again left him exhausted.
There was no repeat the following day however, as Wednesday was Anna’s day off at the Hotel, but being a really hard worker, on her day off she had another two jobs, one of which was as a cleaner at one of the large Houses on Teardrop Lake, Forest Lodge.
Anna finished at 1pm and then she went on and did another job mucking out stables on the edge of the Forest, and that job finished at 4pm and the plan was for him to meet her afterwards and they would go and do something together maybe just a walk in the woods.
So he had a quiet morning at the Hotel followed by an early lunch before he left to go birdwatching.
But his heart wasn’t really in it, he was really missing Anna so after about an hour he decided to go and meet her from work.
(Part 03)
James headed down the perimeter road towards Forest Lodge and halfway down the road the rain came and so he took shelter beneath a tree for five minutes and then he got going again, but that five minute delay was enough to mean that he missed her at Forest Lodge so he reverted to plan b, which was to catch her at the stables, but he wasn’t really sure where it was.
But he walked in the general direction of where he thought it was and after twenty five minutes the rain came again only this time there were no convenient trees to shelter under.
But he did see, some thirty yards or so ahead of him, a stable block and thought even if it wasn’t the destination he was looking for, it was still the most likely source of shelter so he ran in that direction.
Once he got close he noticed that the door was a jar so he pushed on it softly.
“Hello” he called as the door opened and inside he was surprised to find Anna in the stable mucking out a stall wearing only a baggy sweater and wellington boots.
“Oh” she gasped “it’s you”
“And what are you up to exactly?” he asked as he gave her a thorough appraisal
“I’m not doing anything wrong” she said defensively and giggled “Honestly I’m not”
“Really?” he quizzed
“I got caught in the rain and my shirt and leggings got wet so I’m drying them on the heater and this is the only dry thing I had to wear” she blurted out and was almost breathless when she had finished.
“Well you look really hot” he said
“Really?” she said coyly and blushed deeply “I think you’re biased, I know I look like a nutter”
“A lovely nutter” he said and kissed her
“What are you doing here anyway?” she asked
“I missed you” he said and kissed her again
“Well its lovely to see you” Anna said “But I have to work, and I cant leave until I’m finished”
“I know but I can help you and we’ll have it done in half the time”
“Why would you want to do that?” she said “youre on holiday”
“I’m doing it so I can be with you” He said
“That’s so sweet” Anna said but looked at him a bit glumly
“What’s the matter?” he asked but she just shrugged and then tears welled up in her eyes and he hugged her
“I’m sorry” she sobbed
“What for?” he asked
“I’ve spoiled everything” she said
“How?”
“My period started this morning” she howled and buried her face in his chest.
“So I guess you won’t want to be with me now”
“When I said I wanted to be with you, I meant I want to be with you, to be near you and to hold you” he said “that’s the only place I want to be, with you”
“So you don’t mind that we can’t make love?” she sobbed
“We don’t need to make love all the time” he replied “We can just have a cuddle”
And when she looked up at him through teary eyes he knew he was now in her heart forever.
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