Uncanny Love Tales – (065) Charlotte’s Web

 

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

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

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

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

Uncanny Love Tales – (064) The Anniversary Weekend

 

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

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

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

“Think nostalgia” he said enigmatically.

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

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

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

“Nostalgia” he replied but she was not impressed.

“We’re not kids” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

“Well, that was very acceptable” he said.

“Oh yes” she agreed.

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

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

“Cheeky” she retorted.

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

 

The bunks were creaking as she climbed down the ladder.

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

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

“We’re only here for tonight”.

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

“It had better not be a tent”.

“No not a tent” he replied.

“Where then?”

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

“You bastard” Terri said and kissed him.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he drove up the drive Claire said

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

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

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

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

“Can I watch?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Golf club!”

“What about it?” he asked.

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

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

“We made it”.

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

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

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

“Ok I’m off” she said. 

“What about your bag?” he asked.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then she locked the door and pulled the curtains.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Especially a posh one”

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

“Because I’m posh”

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

“But I want you because you’re hot”.

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

“You can have your reward now”.

Uncanny Love Tales – (061) The Oik and the Compromised Lady

 

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

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

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

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

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

But they didn’t usually wake up in bed together the next day, but following an unexpected, but nonetheless extraordinarily passionate sexual encounter, Ryan woke about midmorning to find Lady Claire Morrissey was naked beside him, so they made love.

 

The previous night’s encounter was unexpected because he was already on his way to bed  when her Ladyship arrived on his doorstep dressed in a full-length designer evening dress and a lavish faux fur shrug.

 

After making love as they lay in the afterglow, he was looking forward to spending the afternoon in a similar vein to the morning and he was sure that similar thoughts were crossing Claire’s mind and the heat of passion was coursing through her veins as ferociously as his own, he definitely had a distinct trouser tickle and felt sure she was feeling the female equivalent thereof.

So, with that in mind he was just trying to formulate a plan to achieve his ends when there was a knock on the front door.

“Who’s that?” Claire asked with panic in her voice and a look on her face like a startled rabbit.

“I don’t know” he replied, “I’ll go down and find out”.

“It was just the postman” he called as he ran upstairs and found Claire pacing around the bedroom in her black silk knickers and her faux fur shrug; and Ryan had never wanted her more than at that moment.

“What am I going to do?” she said panic stricken.

“Well don’t panic for a start” he suggested.

“It’s alright for you” she shouted, “everyone already knows what you’re like, people expect more of me”.

Then she continued pacing, picked up her evening dress and threw it on the bed.

“What was I thinking” she ranted “how can I go home in that; everyone will know I’ve been out all night”.

“With your bit of rough” he said as he left the room while she continued her rant and returned a few minutes later carrying some clothes in his arms.

“The Jeans and sweater are my sister’s, she’s a similar shape to you” he said handing her the clothes “and the pumps are my niece’s she has the same size foot”.

Claire looked at him and then ran into his arms.

“You’re a life saver” she said and kissed him.

“Get dressed” he said and left the room again.

“You’ve never asked me to do that before” she said.

 

“Put your party clothes in this” he said when he returned carrying a holdall and she did as he told her, while he quickly got dressed himself and went downstairs, and she walked gingerly down the stairs to join him after about ten minutes.

“Give me the bag” he said and taking her by the hand led her out to the kitchen and through the adjoining door and into the garage.

“Wait in shadows” he instructed and kissed her forehead.

Ryan then opened the garage door and opened the rear passenger door on the driver’s side of his pickup and threw in the bag.

There was a car rug on the seat, so he picked it up, and gestured to Claire, then kept watch while she crept out from the garage and onto the back seat of the car where he covered her with the

Blanket and closed the door.

“I think your reputation is safe madam” he whispered.

“I feel like a scarlet woman” she giggled.

“So, do I” he replied.

“You’re sex mad” she said in her posh plummy tones.

He looked in the rear-view mirror as they drove though Lower Oakham, Claire was laying across the back seat completely covered by the blanket.

And Every time they passed another car or a pedestrian he shouted.

“Hide”.

Once through the village he headed up the hill towards the posh side of Upper Oakham.   

“I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said.

“I don’t get nob as often as I’d like” Claire retorted.

“Lady Claire Morrissey!!” he said shocked “You’re supposed to be a Lady”.

“I am a Lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied, “with you I can be a common Trollope”.

“Fare comment” he replied.

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

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

“Golf club!”

“What about it?” he asked.

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

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

“We made it”.

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

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

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

“Ok I’m off” she said. 

“What about your bag?” he asked.

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

Uncanny Love Tales – (060) Perfectly Oblivious

Brassington is a large sprawling village nestled in the wooded hills on the southern edge of the Dancingdean Forest in the southeast corner of Downshire.

Lauren Combe was a pretty girl with a sweet nature with an angelic countenance and strawberry coloured hair.

Standing barely five feet tall, slender, and pale, with skin which was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.

However, Lauren was no innocent, and it wasn’t as if she hadn’t had boyfriends, and she was certainly no virgin, but she hadn’t found the man to get her motor purring until she first met Barry.

And Lauren was so lovely, always wearing a smile, how could Barry Colwell not fall for her.

She was almost ten years younger than him and was just a few months short of her 22nd birthday and was a native of the village of Brassington.

But the thing that endeared her to Barry the most was the fact that she seemed perfectly oblivious of her overall beauty and the effect she had on the men and women around her, so they were a perfect couple.

Uncanny Love Tales – (059) Doubting

 

Rob Allen arrived at the Andersons house and was talking to Ken and Linda, his girlfriend’s parents, in the kitchen, and after a few minutes Marcia arrived to find the three of them standing in close order on one side of the room.

“Hello babe” she said as she walked over and kissed Rob.

“I didn’t know you were here I didn’t hear the bell”.

She didn’t hear it because he didn’t ring it, but she didn’t know that, but she did realise something was amiss.

“Why are you all huddled over here?” she said suspiciously and tried to peer behind them.

“Well, there is something we want to do before we leave for the restaurant” Ken said falteringly and with military precision and not unlike the red sea, they parted to reveal a pile of birthday presents and an enormous cake.

“What’s all this?” she said, “I already had my present”.

She had wanted tickets to Covent Garden to see Madame Butterfly, which were like gold dust so wasn’t expecting anything else. 

“We wanted you to have something to open” Rob said.

So, she set about the task and as she ripped off the paper her eyes widened with delight, and she smiled broadly.

“You shouldn’t have, you’ve already spent too much” she said with a frown that lasted a nano second and then she was smiling again.

Ken and Linda were hugging as they watched their daughter’s joy, no doubt remembering long passed moments from her childhood.

Then Marcia hugged and kissed her parents and when she turned to Rob, he was expecting the same but instead she poked him, hard.

“As for you” she said sternly and poked him again “all that tosh you spouted about how lucky I was to get those tickets”.

Then he got another poke

“And all the time”

Poke

“You were planning this”.

Poke

“Pretty much” he confirmed, then he got his hug and kiss.

“I love you,” she said.

“Steady” he said you’ll make me blush.

“I love you too”.  

That kind of set the tone for the rest of the evening and they had a lovely time.

Midway through the evening while her mum was in the loo and Ken had gone in search of the wine waiter, she leant over and kissed him moistly on the lips.

“I really do love you, Rob” she said.

“And I really do love you too” he replied.

“I hope so” she said, that was what he thought she said anyway, she was a little drunk and slurred a bit, so he wasn’t sure.

Rob was going to ask her to say it again but just at that moment her parents returned to the table and the moment was gone and it was such a great evening that he didn’t think of it again, until the next day.

When he could think of little else, why would she be unsure of his sincerity? He had no answer, but he thought that he was going to lose her if he wasn’t careful and then he’d be sorry.

So, he pledged to himself that loving her was not enough, he had to demonstrate that love so she would never doubt him again.