(Part 01)
The lightning struck, intensely bright, followed in almost the same instance, by the thunderclap directly overhead so loud that it shook the car and then the rain began and fell heavily in large drops beating a frantic tune on the car roof.
Then almost as quickly as the dark skies arrived they were gone and the sun was out again, although it was a few moments before the April shower stopped completely and a rainbow appeared in the sky.
He was parked by the village green which was patterned with strips of freshly cut grass and when he got out of the car, the mixture of sun, rain and cut grass produced a smell that was quite intoxicating.
He locked the car and headed down the lane and as if the switch on a great sound system had been flicked on, the bird life in the trees bordering the green exploded into a cacophony of sound as they emerged from their shelters to go about their spring business.
He turned off the lane which led past the allotments and into the woods where nature and man had both left their mark.
The areas that had once been coppiced or pollarded now went their own way and the woods were full of life.
On the borders of the woods the old cut and lay hedge and the ancient hedgerows along the lanes teamed with a great abundance of life of all kinds.
He reflected soberly on the idyllic scene and concluded that all the visible life was either predator or prey but that did not detract from its beauty for him, in fact it enhanced it if anything.
And that morning he was acutely aware of the cycle of life and where he was on it.
But it wasn’t thoughts of his own mortality that brought him to Teardrop Lake on such an inclement day.
60 year old Kevin Wilks had lived in Shallowfield all his life, the first 22 with his parents, the next 31 with his wife Sarah and the last 7 alone but for his grief.
But over the last 12 months he had been spending a lot of time in the company of a widow by the name of Bella Richmond
They had reached a pivotal point in their relationship which, if he allowed things to progress, was moving from friendship to love and that was the problem.
Not that he didn’t love her or want to love her, he did very much, but what was holding him back were thoughts of betrayal and feelings of guilt as a consequence.
He was not an easy man to love but Bella certainly loved him despite his reluctance to reciprocate her feelings.
But he had to make a decision, not that she had issued him with an ultimatum or anything like that, she was patient and understanding because she was a widow herself, though for many more years than he had been, and she had been through the doubts and feelings of guilt and betrayal.
The pressure he felt was self-inflicted because he feared if he couldn’t give her the love she so clearly deserved someone else would.
So that was what had taken him to the tranquility of the woods where he always did him most important thinking and it was in those woods where he felt close to Sarah, because they were “their” woods and her ashes were scattered on the bluebell glade.
(Part 02)
He was about thirty minutes into his walk when the skies darkened again and the rain started to fall once more and he knew it was too far for him to make a dash for the car because by the time he reached the car he would have been soaked to the skin and so he quickly scrabbled deeper into the wood fearful he would get even wetter if indeed that were even possible.
The heavens opened just as he reached the relative safety of a large oak tree and for a few moments he stood watching the rain fall like stair rods and hammering into the ground of the clearing as thunder rumbled nearby.
The shower lasted much longer than its predecessor and the lightning strikes got brighter and brighter and the thunder clapped louder and louder and grew nearer and nearer until it was directly overhead and the thunder shook the wood and the lightning strikes accompanying it were so bright he had to cover his eyes but there was another sound that followed, which he couldn’t place.
As he stood there sheltering from the storm he was cursing his decision to leave home, even though it was necessary for him to get out and clear his head, because he had an important decision to make.
The storm moved away almost as quickly as it arrived and so he made his move to get back to his car before the next April showers arrived, it was his intention to press on along the path which led up to Teardrop Lake but he had a feeling the next thundery shower wouldn’t be far away.
As he hurried on his way he thought what a wonderful and remarkable time spring was wherever you were but in the British Isles the unpredictability transforms, almost in a heartbeat, from tranquility to chaos and back again, but on balance he didn’t think he would want to live anywhere else.
As he pressed on along the path towards the lane he realized he had not been alone in the woods during the storm when he heard some frantic shouting.
“Help us, please help us”
He stopped in his tracks as he wasn’t sure where it came from but the call came again a minute later and he was able to pin point the general direction the calls came from and sprinted off in that direction.
When he reached the source of the shouting he found that the voices were coming from beneath the splintered branches of a broken birch tree which he assessed had been struck by lightening.
The largest bough with its attendant branches had trapped two girls beneath it and it was one of the girls who had been doing all the shouting while the other one was worryingly quiet.
As he quickly assessed the situation he was soon joined by another man, little more than a boy really.
“What happened?” he asked breathlessly
“The tree fell down” the loud girl screamed
“Lightning strike” Kevin elaborated “Come on let’s try and get them out”
Just at the moment they began extricating the loud girl an elderly dog walker arrived on the scene
“Oh my goodness” she said “Can I do anything to help”
“You could call 999” he said “Fire and ambulance”
(Part 03)
The loud girl, who he recognized, though he couldn’t remember her name, had bruises and abrasions but was otherwise unscathed but she was clearly in shock.
The quiet girl however lay with eyes closed and was pinned beneath a large limb which lay across her hips and pelvis
He and the boy tried to lift it clear but even with their combined strength they couldn’t even move it.
“It’s no good” he said resignedly “we need more help, you go and wait at the end of the lane and direct the Emergency services when they turn up”
The young man nodded and turned on his heels and ran, so he turned his attention to the trapped girl who now had her eyes open and her face was etched with pain.
“Hey honey” he said as he knelt down beside her among the foliage and as he looked at her closely he recognized her as a young woman that lived in the village “its India isn’t it?”
India Redmond was one of the nicer girls in the village, she always dressed modestly, she was polite, friendly, and a great athlete who ever since she was little she had been raising money for some good cause or other, running 5 and 10k’s and he felt himself wondering at the injustice of a tree falling on a sweet young woman while a cantankerous old curmudgeon at the other end of the scale was spared.
After all she was in the early summer of her life, in the first flush of youthful expectation while he was approaching his December at an alarming speed.
“Yes” she replied
“Help is on the way” he said
“I can’t move my legs”
“Are you in pain?” He asked
“A little” she admitted
“And I’m scared” she added and took his hand
“You don’t have be scared, I’m with you” he reassured her “And I’m not going anywhere”
“I’m still scared though” she said and gripped his hand tightly
“I know honey” he said “but help is on its way”
“But where is it, it’s been ages” her loud friend shouted
“Hey it’s ok” he said and gave his coat to her because she was in shock “here wear this”
He wanted to focus all his attention on India and not her hysterical friend but once he had the coat around her shoulders she calmed down and started rocking.
In the act of taking his coat off, his crucifix was exposed and it hung loosely over his collar and India stared at it and asked
“Do you believe in God?”
“I do” he said proudly
“I’m not sure if I do” she said meekly
“God doesn’t care about that, he still believes in you even if you’re not sure about him” He responded lightheartedly
“But I haven’t been inside a church since I was little” she said urgently and held his hand again
“That’s ok” he said “I don’t go to the library every week but that doesn’t mean they’ll take my library card away”
“But Church is more important” she said anxiously
“And I’m a stranger to God”
“No you’re not” he reassured her “and besides it will be many years before you get to stand before him”
“I think it will be sooner than that” she said and winced “And I’m scared”
“Nothing to fear” he said “we’ll soon have you out from under there”
“I think it’s bad” she admitted “so I need to know”
“Hey it’s ok” he reassured her
“How will he know me?” she pleaded
“He will just have to look into your heart and he will know you instantly” he said softy
“But what if when he looks into my heart he doesn’t like what he finds there?” she asked urgently
“Why would he?” he said “Because when he looks in your heart he will find it full of love”
And with those words he gently squeezed her hand and her face relaxed into a smile, and a peaceful countenance replaced the pain etched face, then she closed her eyes and slipped away.
And as her hand went limp in his he sat on his haunches and sobbed.
Five minutes later the young man returned excitedly at full pelt to herald the arrival of the cavalry but fell to his knees on viewing the scene of the rocking girl and the old man crying as he held a dead girls hand.
(Part 04)
He sat in the woods as the paramedics attended to India’s friend and the firefighters, who had arrived on scene to rescue a stricken girl instead had to recover her body.
When he had watched her being taken away he walked solemnly back to his car as the rain fell once more but he made no effort to shelter or hurry.
He sat in the car and made the decision that he needed to tell someone about what he had experienced in those woods as a beautiful young woman’s life ebbed away and the only person that would do was Bella because she was his future.
He pulled up outside her house and walked up the path looking like a drowned rat, and seeing him through her kitchen window she rushed to the door.
“What on earth have you been up to?” she asked lightheartedly but he didn’t smile in response and tears welled up in his eyes so she extended her arms in embrace and he wept.
The morning after India passed away Kevin and Bella walked hand in hand to the Redman’s house and they sat in the mournful house and he told them of her last minutes and the peaceful way she left the world and brought them comfort in knowing she was not distressed nor frightful and that she smiled in the moment that she slipped away.
The family were so grateful at the knowledge that their darling daughter didn’t suffer and for his kindness to her in her final minutes that they asked if he would give a reading at the funeral.
When the day of the funeral came it was greeted by a glorious sunny spring day and such was India’s popularity that everyone wanted to pay their respects, however seating in the church was quite inadequate for the numbers wanting to attend.
So St Mary’s was packed to the gunwales and it seemed like the whole village had turned out to say goodbye, so well loved was she in the village as her young life had touched so many,
The village green and every available inch of verge and lane held the throng of mourners.
The service was a very moving one and when it came to the moment for his reading he rose from his pew where Bella had been holding his hand and walked slowly to the lectern.
He stood and looked out at the sea of faces watching him and he was suddenly afraid, but then he remembered the strength and dignity of the courageous girl they were there to honour so he took the folded paper from his pocket and began.
“I would like to read a poem to you which I think sums up the loss of such a young and vital girl taken in the early summer of her life,
“Ode to an athlete dying young” by A.E.Matthews.
The time you won your town the race,
We chaired you through the marketplace;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
As home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lass, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
Afterwards he returned to his seat with tears in his eyes but at the end of the service he was in no hurry to leave and he and Bella were the last two in the Church and as they were walking slowly to the door Kevin stopped suddenly and said
“There’s something I need to say Bella”
“That sounds ominous” she retorted
“I hope not” he said and turned to face her
“Oh?” she said “Is everything alright?”
“I know this may be a strange time to do this” he began “but I’ve been putting it off, and putting it off, but it has to be done”
Bella was speechless, she didn’t think it at all appropriate to break up with her at the funeral.
“The thing is” he continued, “I want the next time that I stand in front of the congregation in this church to be our wedding”
“What?” she asked unsure she had heard him correctly
“Will you marry me?” he asked
“Yes, of course I’ll marry you” she replied and kissed him
Sunday, 18 June 2017
Saturday, 17 June 2017
Downshire Diary – (83) Goddess Seduction
Justine Wyatt was a 25 year old Estate Agent at Lyndon-Sanders Properties in Purplemere, it wasn’t her chosen career nor was it what she envisaged doing when she left University with an English Literature degree, but she had to do something and she seemed to be quite good at it and it paid the bills.
She was an attractive girl with long brunette hair and she had a nice flat in the town and lived quite comfortably but she did live alone.
And there was something missing in her life, she had tried and failed so many times in relationships but apparently she just kept picking the wrong men and so she seemed destined to live alone but destiny had a knack of surprising you if you were lucky.
Justine’s surprise came one bright spring morning in a quiet suburb of Purplemere when she went to visit a vendor with a three bedroom house to sell.
The house was owned by a Mr and Mrs Hack who had both had to go into residential care in Dulcet Green and she was there to meet their granddaughter Carol Hack.
Justine knocked on the door and it was opened by a pretty young blond with piercing blue eyes.
Carol was younger than Justine by six or seven years and for a moment or two she was speechless as she stared into Carols eyes.
For the first time since she’d been an Estate Agent she completely forgot what to say.
“Are you from Lyndon-Sanders?” Carol asked
“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m Justine Wyatt” she replied a little flustered
“Come in” she said with a knowing smile “I’m Carol”
Once inside, Carole left Justine to wander around downstairs taking measurements while she went upstairs.
Justine soon regained her composure and with all the measuring done downstairs Justine called upstairs
“Is it ok if I come up?”
Sometimes vendors liked to take a few minutes to make sure there were no dirty knickers left lying on the floor and the toilet had been flushed.
“Yes I’m ready for you” Carol shouted back
Justine nodded and started up the stairs
“And try to be professional” she said to herself.
As she stepped onto the landing she could see there was only one door open so she decided to measure that one first, but as soon as she stepped over the thresh hold she was speechless again because the pretty little blue eyed blond was standing by the window with the sun behind her and Justine was not only speechless but she was also frozen to the spot.
The only thing she could move were her eyes which hungrily consumed every inch of Carol’s beautiful young girl as she slowly walked towards her.
Carol smiled broadly with satisfaction because of the obvious affect she was having on Justine and when she stood in front of the mesmerized Estate Agent she kissed her gently on the lips.
It was the first time Justine’s lips had tasted such a kiss and was left wanting more when it stopped.
Even though she enjoyed the kiss very much, she had never looked at a woman the way she looked at Carol.
Justine wasn’t gay, she had only ever been with men, and she needed to say it before things went too far.
Carol was smiling at her again but Justine smiled weakly back and looked troubled.
“I’m not…” she began but Carol put a finger to Justine’s lips
“Shush” she said and kissed her again but more meaningfully than the first embrace of Justine’s seduction and the gentle passion of her kiss quickened her pulse, electrifying her.
And when Carol began unbuttoning her blouse it was met with compliance.
She was an attractive girl with long brunette hair and she had a nice flat in the town and lived quite comfortably but she did live alone.
And there was something missing in her life, she had tried and failed so many times in relationships but apparently she just kept picking the wrong men and so she seemed destined to live alone but destiny had a knack of surprising you if you were lucky.
Justine’s surprise came one bright spring morning in a quiet suburb of Purplemere when she went to visit a vendor with a three bedroom house to sell.
The house was owned by a Mr and Mrs Hack who had both had to go into residential care in Dulcet Green and she was there to meet their granddaughter Carol Hack.
Justine knocked on the door and it was opened by a pretty young blond with piercing blue eyes.
Carol was younger than Justine by six or seven years and for a moment or two she was speechless as she stared into Carols eyes.
For the first time since she’d been an Estate Agent she completely forgot what to say.
“Are you from Lyndon-Sanders?” Carol asked
“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m Justine Wyatt” she replied a little flustered
“Come in” she said with a knowing smile “I’m Carol”
Once inside, Carole left Justine to wander around downstairs taking measurements while she went upstairs.
Justine soon regained her composure and with all the measuring done downstairs Justine called upstairs
“Is it ok if I come up?”
Sometimes vendors liked to take a few minutes to make sure there were no dirty knickers left lying on the floor and the toilet had been flushed.
“Yes I’m ready for you” Carol shouted back
Justine nodded and started up the stairs
“And try to be professional” she said to herself.
As she stepped onto the landing she could see there was only one door open so she decided to measure that one first, but as soon as she stepped over the thresh hold she was speechless again because the pretty little blue eyed blond was standing by the window with the sun behind her and Justine was not only speechless but she was also frozen to the spot.
The only thing she could move were her eyes which hungrily consumed every inch of Carol’s beautiful young girl as she slowly walked towards her.
Carol smiled broadly with satisfaction because of the obvious affect she was having on Justine and when she stood in front of the mesmerized Estate Agent she kissed her gently on the lips.
It was the first time Justine’s lips had tasted such a kiss and was left wanting more when it stopped.
Even though she enjoyed the kiss very much, she had never looked at a woman the way she looked at Carol.
Justine wasn’t gay, she had only ever been with men, and she needed to say it before things went too far.
Carol was smiling at her again but Justine smiled weakly back and looked troubled.
“I’m not…” she began but Carol put a finger to Justine’s lips
“Shush” she said and kissed her again but more meaningfully than the first embrace of Justine’s seduction and the gentle passion of her kiss quickened her pulse, electrifying her.
And when Carol began unbuttoning her blouse it was met with compliance.
Mornington-By-Mere – (83) Love the One You’re With
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.
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.
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.
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