Mornington-By-Mere – (80) Mum will be back soon

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 Tony Clooney lived at number 4 Brewery Cottages with his dad and sister.

 

But on Saturday morning he and Jayne Green were sitting in her mums kitchen, in one of the row of five terraced dwellings, called Brooke Side Cottages and Jayne gave a quick glance around to make sure her mum wasn’t looking and then she leant over and kissed him tenderly.

The reason why she didn’t want her mum to see was three fold, firstly she was only 16 while Tony was almost 20, secondly because they were cousins and thirdly because she had only just turned 16.

However old fashioned they might have been in their outlook her parents were very trusting that Jayne would abide by their wishes, Tony on the other hand was 19 years old and had had a crush on his cousin for a sometime, but had never acted on it.

While her mum was out of the room Jayne stood up and firstly lifted her top up and flashed him her plump lace covered little breasts at him and after her mum called to her she stopped in the doorway.  

“This should give you something to think about” She said and gave another quick glance around her and then lifted the front of her skirt up exposing her matching knickers.

“Just a taster” Jayne said letting the skirt fall and Tony just sat open mouthed.

 

When she returned she stood in the door way as her mum called

“I’m just popping to the shops in Shallowfield, I’ll be a couple of hours, there’s some cold chicken in the fridge for lunch”

“Ok mum, see you later” Jayne responded and the moment she heard the front door close she began unbuttoning her shirt and by the time she heard the car drive away the final button surrendered and the two halves of her shirt swung open to reveal her naked breasts.

“Where’s your bra” he asked “You were wearing a bra”

“In my bedroom” she answered curtly and crossed the kitchen and kissed him hard on the mouth.

“Bloody hell” he thought but responded to her assault.

He really fancied Jayne but when he went round to hers that morning he would have considered himself lucky to get a kiss, but here she was showing him that there was more than that on her mind.

He had always known she wasn’t as innocent as she appeared but he had never imagined her capable of being so forward. 

Jayne had always been in love with him and could not remember a time she did not want him.

After a few moments of intense kissing and Tony not taking the initiative Jayne, who was by far the most experienced of the two of them having lost her virginity not long after her 13th birthday, stood up

“Come with me” she said and took him by the hand

“Come on mum will be back soon” she added and led him upstairs to her bedroom where they both finally got what they wanted.

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

 

I was drawn to her

Like a moth to a flame

My eyes were drawn to her

Slender frame

Her hypnotic green eyes

Deep and intense like precious emeralds

Held me entranced,

Paralyzed like a serpent’s prey

Her skin was lustrous

Like a fresh picked peach

And her cheeks glowed

With the faintest hint of red

Her mouth opened

Lips like the petals of an open flower

Were moist as if with morning dew

She spoke, her words soft

And her voice smooth as silk

Mesmerized me like music

I answered her without hearing the words

It was almost dreamlike

My heartbeat fast in my chest

As I swam in and out of reality

I felt her hand in mine

And she led me into the garden

Where we strolled together

Through the fragrant twilight of moonbeams

Her scent was heady as the exotic blossom

Of orchids in spring

My heart still pounded

As her mesmeric voice

Like an angel’s whisper

Led me on through the moonlight

I seemed to float through the evening

Almost disembodied

And in those many magical moments

I surrendered my heart and soul

To the vision named Clarissa

Mornington-By-Mere – (79) Calming the Tempest

 

The New Year’s Eve party at the Mornington Manor was in full swing when Samantha arrived, she’d had to work late so arranged to meet Kevin at the party.

But a combination of bad luck and an awkward family get together, meant she was even later than she had anticipated and when she walked into the ballroom she was ready to grovel in apology to him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

She asked around and eventually she ascertained he had last been seen crossing the terrace heading in the direction of the summerhouse so she followed in his footsteps however it appeared it was too late for her apologies, and it was even too late to save her engagement as she found her Fiancé Kevin otherwise engaged, with her cousin Bryony, who was bent over a planter with her underwear around her knees and him stood very intimately behind her.

If Samantha had been surprised by what greeted her in the summerhouse it was nothing compared to Kevin’s surprise when she kicked him in the scrotum as he tried to put his manhood back in his trousers and there was definitely a look of surprise on Bryony’s face a split second after Samantha punched it as she tried to hoist her underwear back up, and she fell backwards over the planter.

With Kevin doubled up and unable to speak and Bryony laying on her back with her legs in the air like an upturned beetle and her knickers still halfway up her thighs Samantha stormed out of the Manor like a Celtic Goddess with her flaming red hair streaming behind her.

She sped through the crowd of guests like a heat seeking missile, through the ballroom, the entrance hall and shot straight out the main entrance and into the car park and straight into Nigel Hagarth who was lost in thought as he walked the other way and they both ended up in a heap on the floor.

“Why don’t you look where you’re going you fucking idiot” she screamed, but Nigel totally ignored Samantha’s angry remarks and instead chose to look at the striking red head with an appraising eye.  

“Are you ok?” he asked with concern

She looked confused at first, unable to comprehend why someone would be nice to her after she had firstly poleaxed him and then very rudely blamed him for it.

She opened her mouth to launch another tirade at him but dissolved into tears instead.

Nigel took her in his arms and comforted her while she cried her pitiful tears and as they sat on the tarmac of the car park outside the Manor, and in the darkness as she sobbed and dribbled on his new jacket, their hearts somehow became entwined.

DON’T FORGET ME

 

Don’t forget me, now I’ve gone

But remember me in happy ways

Don’t dwell on all the sadness

Bring to mind those special days

 

Don’t wipe me from your memory

But don’t grieve now I’ve passed

Remember all the good times

And the joy from good days past

 

Don’t be lonely now I’ve gone

My life ended yours did not

Find happiness where you can

I’m happy knowing I’m not forgot

 

Don’t forget to visit my grave

But only do it on a sunny day

Don’t stand at my stone in the rain

Blow me a kiss then walk away

 

So mark the passing of me well

But don’t shed too many tears

Gather friends and family round

Raise a glass to me with “cheers”

Mornington-By-Mere – (78) The Woman That Does

 

Martin Noakes lived alone in the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere in the Finchbottom Vale which nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.

Which was 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.

He lived in one of the row of five terraced dwellings, called Brooke Side Cottages, at number 2, which was in the part of the Village known as Manorside.

Martin was a well-respected member of the Mornington community, parish councillor, church warden and school governor.

He had had a very late night the night before and the next day when he finally arose it was quite late.

So, after a shower he walked downstairs to find Mrs Willis hard at work with a j-cloth.

Mrs. Willis was his cleaner and not an exotic dancer, so the j-cloth was not being used as an erotic prop but for more mundane reasons.

“Morning Paula” he said

He had forgotten it was cleaning day, he usually got himself up early when Mrs Willis was about.

“I think you’ll find it’s nearer the afternoon sir” she corrected him.

Paula could be a surly old bird, but she was a marvellous cleaner and absolutely godsend in more ways than one.

She had the knack of making him feel like he wasn’t a well-respected pillar of the community and he found her to be incredibly intimidating, so he made himself a coffee and made his way to the study.

“I haven’t done in there yet” she called after him

“That’s ok just come in when you’re ready” he replied

He closed the door and switched on the computer and checked his email.

About half an hour later the door of his study opened and Paula Willis entered wearing her French maids outfit.

“Is now a good time sir?” she asked

“Now is a perfect time” he replied, and Mrs Willis smiled saucily

BLUE TO GREY

 

Where once the sky was blue

Now are only clouds of grey

Where once the golden sun shone

Now darkness fills the day

 

Where once we walked together

Now I must walk alone

Where once was warmth

Now is cold like stone

 

Somewhere beyond the clouds

Does blue still fills your sky

And does the golden sunshine

Make you shield your eyes

 

Do you walk the path alone?

Or is there another at your side

Is your life still full of warmth?

Or does coldness with you abide

 

One day I hope you will return

To make my grey sky blue

And to warm me with your sunshine

So I can walk loves path with you

Mornington-By-Mere – (77) The Birthday Treat

 

Mornington-By-Mere was not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it was 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 Brian and Karen Dawkins managed to rent number 4 Brooke Side Cottages, which was a considerable improvement on their dingy Purplemere flat.

 

Karen and her brother Brian had their own company, Railway Enthusiast, up at Mornington Field, and they were doing very well in the business and personally.

Brian had reunited with the long lost love of his life and Karen was dating a farmer from Smithfield’s Farm, Chris Smith, and in the 9 months they had been together he spent as much time at Karen’s house as he did at the farm.

But in November they were staying at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere as it was Chris’s 32nd birthday.

 

On Saturday night he emerged from the bathroom just in time to see Karen, wearing a cocktail dress and walking sexily through a freshly atomized cloud of perfume.

And Chris dressed himself while Karen sat on the bed and applied the final touches to her makeup.

 

As he walked through reception with such a beautiful girl on his arm he was overcome with intense feelings of love so he came to a stop just before they entered the restaurant and said

“I love you Miss Dawkins”

Karen smiled and kissed him.

“I love you too” she responded “But let’s eat I’m starving”

“And they say that romance is dead” he said with affront

“Oh come on old man, feed me” she retorted   

“Old man?” he exclaimed “I’m only four years older than you”

“Exactly, so come on granddad” she called as she strode off ahead of him but when he caught up with her she whispered.

“You can show me how much you love me upstairs later”