(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 which is where our story begins.
Andy Parish was born and raised on Nettle Green Farm which nestled on the lower slopes of the Tipton Hills in the lee of the Town of Nettlefield.
He was a tall lean man with a well-toned physique and a weathered complexion born out of a lifetime spent in the open air.
Andy had happy memories of the farm and nearby hamlet of Nettle Green but it became a cold and bitter place after his mother died so at the age of 19 he left the farm for University and never returned until his father died 9 years later.
He was always very close to his father but when Andy’s mother died he climbed inside a bottle and never came out, and the farm went to rack and ruin.
But despite their estrangement the farm was left to him, such as it was, so he gave up his job as a farm manager in Great Trottwood and returned to Nettle Green Farm to breathe new life into his old family home.
He had been back just over a month and had already employed a couple of labourers to do some general repairs about the place when he got an email from the local forestry authority in regard to Banks Wood, which was situated on the Northeast corner of the farm, and could he meet one of their tree surgeon in the wood at 10 am the next morning, he hit reply and typed an affirmative response.
As with the rest of the farm the woodlands had suffered due to neglect at his father’s hand so it was hardly a surprise that the forestry people were concerned about Banks Wood.
He walked up to the wood the next morning and when he got up there the happy memories of his childhood flooded back and he was lost in the thoughts of those happy days when he heard a voice behind him.
“Hello Andy”
He turned around to see that the voice belonged to an attractive looking woman, pretty face, blue eyes, soft shoulder length brown hair, 5ft 5 or 6, early twenties, nice figure, wearing a Hi-Viz vest over a t-shirt, knee length shorts, work boots and carrying a hard hat, whom he vaguely recognized.
“I’m sorry, I know that we’ve met but I can’t place you” he said
“Well that’s not very flattering” she said “Especially after I showed you my underwear in these very woods”
“Toni Henderson” he said
“Ah so you do remember me” she said with a giggle
“How could I forget” Andy said “White with little pink flowers if I’m not mistaken”
“My God you do remember” she said and blushed
“As I said hard to forget, young girl, pink petals, all very Freudian”
“I think I preferred it when you didn’t remember me” she said and laughed
“In your defense you were only seven” he said
(Part 02)
“I’m sorry, I know that we’ve met but I can’t place you” he said
“Well that’s not very flattering” she said “Especially after I showed you my underwear in these very woods”
“Toni Henderson” he said
“Ah so you do remember me” she said with a giggle
“How could I forget” Andy said “White with little pink flowers if I’m not mistaken”
“My God you do remember” she said and blushed
“As I said hard to forget, young girl, pink petals, all very Freudian”
“I think I preferred it when you didn’t remember me” she said and laughed
“In your defense you were only seven” he said
“I was older the last time we were in these woods though” Toni added
“There was no flashing involved on that occasion though” he pointed out
“There would have been if I’d had my way” she said “But you rebuffed my advances”
“I know but you were only just 15 and I was 19”
“That didn’t bother me” Toni retorted
“It wouldn’t have been right” he said “no matter how much I might have wanted to”
“You wanted to?” she asked with surprise
“Of course” he admitted
“I didn’t think you did” she remarked “I thought you didn’t fancy me”
“Even after the kiss?” he asked
Toni and Andy had been to the same house party in Nettlefield, although they didn’t go there together, but when it was all over they walked the mile or so back to Nettle Green together, she lived in the hamlet, on the other side of Banks Wood from the farm.
Even though it was a route she had taken a thousand times he wasn’t going to let her walk through the woods on her own after midnight so he offered to walk her home, which she accepted without question and that was because she planned to ambush him in the dark.
It happened when they were halfway through the wood when she pinned him against a tree and planted a kiss on him, a kiss which he reciprocated in spades.
A kiss which could easily have led to something else had he allowed himself to take advantage of the situation.
It was a long kiss, a hot kiss, a passionate kiss and overall a perfect kiss, a kiss against which every kiss that followed would be compared to.
“Ah the kiss” she said wistfully “That was some kiss”
“Yes it was” he agreed and then they both stood looking around, lost in remembrance of that night almost a decade before.
“We used to have a lot of fun in these woods when we were kids didn’t we” Andy said
“We did” she agreed and then they spent the next half an hour reminiscing.
“So why have you lured me into the woods today?” he asked “Are you planning on flashing your drawers again?”
“Definitely not” she said and laughed
“But you don’t deny that I have been lured here?” he asked suspiciously
“I have perfectly innocent intentions” she said
“So what are they?”
“Trees” she replied
(Part 03)
Toni worked for the forestry and managed the local woodland but they didn’t have control of it all, there was still about 10 percent of the local Woodlands in private ownership mainly on the Tipton side of the area and Nettle Green Farm had about 5 acres which had been badly neglected over the previous ten years of the farms decline.
The main concern being that there were a number of dead trees, one in particular was quite sizable and could, if it were to be allowed to fall unchecked, take a number of healthy trees with it.
Andy just stood back and admired Toni as she spoke with great knowledge and passion on the subject.
She was still as pretty as she always was, blue smiling eyes and soft brown hair dancing on her shoulders, he suspected that she would normally have it tied back when she was working, but he was pretty sure she wanted to make an impression.
“We’ll I’m happy for you to do whatever you need to do” he said
“That’s good to know” Toni retorted and smiled
They saw quite a lot of each other over the next couple of days as Toni and her team tackled the dead trees and on Sunday he took her for lunch at His Lordships Arms, which was a foody pub on the outskirts of Nettlefield.
It was a beautiful early summer’s day so they decided to walk the mile to the pub, he met her on the edge of Banks Wood and when she emerged wearing a floral summer dress she took his breath away.
In the weeks since they had met again they had settled into such an easy association so they chatted companionably as they walked and it occurred to him that the near decade that had passed felt more like ten days such was the easy conviviality between them.
The two of them enjoyed a pleasant lunch and several drinks and they walked hand in hand on the way back and as they neared Nettle Green she suggested
“We can take a shortcut through the wood”
“Oh no, you just want to get me in there so you can flash me your knickers again” he remarked
“Honestly, I have no intention of showing you my knickers” she promised “I’m not that kind of girl”
“Alright then” he said and she led him by the hand but after a few yards she ran off and shouted over her shoulder
“Come on old man try and keep up”
He stood smiling for a second and then ran after her and he eventually found her standing against a familiar tree looking very alluring.
And as he approached she smiled and said
“Do you recognise this tree?”
“Yes” he replied “this is the spot where you ambushed me 10 years ago”
“If you mean it’s the place where we shared the most perfect kiss I’ve ever had, then yes it is” she retorted
“Well I think we might be able to improve on it back at the farm” he suggested
“No, our first kiss for 10 years has to be in the wood, it must be in our wood” she replied “And it has to be by our tree”
And so more than nine years after that first special kiss in Banks Wood Andy kissed Toni, who had been in love with Andy since she was fifteen years old and she had all but given up any hope of getting him but that summer all her dreams came true and Toni got her man, the only man she had ever wanted as Andy pledged his love beneath her beloved tree.
Sunday 21 May 2017
Saturday 20 May 2017
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (60) Christmas Came Early
(Part 01)
Twenty eight year old Paul Ingram was involved with an older woman, a forty year old woman to be precise, who was a beautiful unhappily married, soon to be divorced Carrington Chase educated woman, called Francesca Carrington-Webber.
Paul and Francesca both lived in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean, she lived in a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club, and coincidentally Paul worked for the Golf Club.
They became involved after three chance meetings, two on a train and the third more significant one was on the Promenade in Sharpington, where he came upon her small huddled figure on the bench ahead of him in some distress and after some tender moments of consolation lead to them making love in his caravan.
Since that night they had had a non-physical relationship and on the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend some time together they always made the most of it, sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened and sometimes one of them managed to surprise the other but the biggest surprise came on the Halloween weekend when she arrived at his caravan dressed as a witch and announced that not only was she divorcing her husband David but that she was staying the night.
But after that, on the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it, but most of the time they just stole a few hours here and there.
However in December, for a variety of reasons, several weeks had passed and they hadn’t been able to grab even a few minutes together.
In fact the first time he had seen her in a fortnight was on the day when he had driven over to Abbottsford to do a bit of Christmas shopping, which was when he bumped into Francesca coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop, Silk and Lace, in the Phoenix Shopping Centre.
“Hello darling” she said and air kissed him and then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on you, if you insist” he offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe?” he asked
Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.
“The chance would be a fine thing anyway” she said quietly
“Have you got time for a coffee?”
“I do” he replied
They went into the Espresso Phoenix coffee house, a really nice one, not one of the chains, and he ordered the drinks as Francesca sat in the corner.
When he joined her he asked
“How about Saturday?”
“For what?” she asked innocently
“To show me your new underwear” he said
“No” she replied
“Why not?” he asked,
“I have to go to a dinner party at Mornington Manor”
She replied “but I don’t really want to go”
He looked at her with puzzlement and then said
“So don’t go, and let me spend the night doing all those things to you that fill your imagination when you’re alone”
That made her blush scarlet and avert her gaze but after a few moments she looked back at him and smiled.
“I have to go, I’m expected” she said but she reached under the table and held his hand
“But I want what you want”
“I understand” he said
“It will be soon though wont it?” she asked earnestly and held his hand tightly under the table.
“Yes” he replied
When they left the coffee house they air kissed and went their separate ways.
(Part 02)
Paul was working all day Saturday, so he wasn’t able to get away to the caravan in Sharpington, as he normally would, so he was at home in his flat and spent Saturday night watching a movie and drinking wine but at some point he leant back against the cushions and promptly fell asleep.
He woke up just after eleven o’clock, and he only woke up then because he needed a pee, so he got up and attended to the matter in hand.
When he finished answering his call of nature he was decidedly peckish so he went to the kitchen and made himself a snack.
Paul then returned to his sofa, restarted the movie he had begun watching four hours earlier and sat eating cheese and biscuits’ as he watched Richard Burton and Clint Eastwood taking on the Nazis.
At the end of the film he was still wide-awake so he got up and chose another DVD off the shelf.
He was about a quarter of the way through “The Fifth Element” when he detected the tell-tale clip clop sound of a woman in high heels from outside in the corridor.
He glanced at the clock and thought it must be his neighbour Elaine arriving home from somewhere so he returned his attention back to the action.
A moment later there was a knock on the front door and he checked the clock again before he got up and walked out into the hall, he guessed that Elaine had locked herself out and was knocking for the spare key.
So he opened the door and to his surprise a rather tipsy Francesca almost fell through it.
“Hello Paulie” she said with a flourish.
Francesca was immaculately dressed as usual in a full length green halter necked designer evening dress and a lavish faux fur shrug.
“Wow” he said, “you look stunning”
“Bless you darling” she responded
“You had a nice time then” he said as he helped her into the house.
“I had a wonderful time” she exclaimed
She tottered a few steps then kicked off her shoes, which made her a little more stable on her feet, and then she quickly progressed into the lounge.
All the while talking nine to the dozen about how marvelous the evening was, who was there, what they ate, who said what, and to who.
“And plenty of wine” he asked as she plopped down on the sofa.
“I did,” she said smiling and giggling
“I’m glad you had fun” he said
“Me too” she said coyly
“Good” Paul said as he sat down next to her
“So what are you doing here then?”
“Well I saw your lights were still on from the taxi and I thought I’d come and tell you all about my evening” she explained.
“Why were you in a taxi?” he asked, “I thought you went there with the Conway’s”
“I did” Francesca said
“So why didn’t you come back with them?” he asked
“They left early” she said
“Could no one else give you a lift?” he asked
“David someone offered” she replied
“So why didn’t you accept?”
“What kind of a woman do you think I am? I couldn’t get in a car with a complete stranger” she said affronted
“You weren’t that discerning with me” he said
“That’s different” she said “with you it doesn’t really count because you’re such a tart”
The statement caused her to roar with laughter to such an extent that she ended up collapsing in a heap with her head and shoulders on his lap.
“You’re my bit of rough” she said and then she disintegrated into laughter again.
“So you decided not to have David drive you home” he said
“It would have been cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey only to dash his hopes” she said
(Part 03)
“So you decided not to have David drive you home” he said
“It would have been cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey only to dash his hopes” she said
This bought about another burst of laughter and when she eventually composed herself she was laying at full stretch on her back looking up at Paul
“Do you still think I’m gorgeous?” she asked, regally draped before him.
“Quite gorgeous” he conceded
“Well quite gorgeous won’t get you a look at the new underwear I bought in Abbottsford the other day” she said
“I bet it does,” he said as he slowly moved his right hand, which had been resting on her chuckling belly, up to caress the roundness of her breast.
“Well maybe” Francesca murmured as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes and then he began tickling her and she was giggling so much she could barely breathe and Francesca wriggled and squirmed beneath his gaze.
But when she got control, Francesca suddenly sat bolt upright and she squealed frantically
“Ok, I’ll let you see my knickers”
And then she pulled herself up so she was seated on his lap and kissed him, he loved kissing her, he thought she was such a great kisser, the best in his experience.
The quality of a kiss is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual nature, which is dependent on the perspective of the participants.
With kissing it can be the thickness of the lips, the width of the mouth, the size of the tongue, the size of the oral cavity and the amount of saliva produced.
For Paul, Francesca scored highly on every criterion and as she kissed him, he thought he had died and gone to heaven.
Once they had finished she stood up and looked at him smugly and then took hold of his hand and she said.
“Now come and enjoy my gorgeousness”
Paul got to his feet and they kissed again and then he said
“Just one question before your deliciousness distracts me”
“What’s that darling” she retorted
“How are we going to get you out of here in the morning dressed like that, without anyone noticing?” Paul said
“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it darling” She purred
“I just might have to stay here with you all day, until I can leave again under the cover of darkness”
“That sounds like a wonderful plan” Paul said and walked her towards the bedroom and took Francesca off to bed and let her take him to paradise.
Christmas came early for Paul and Francesca as she did indeed stay with him until after dark on Sunday afternoon.
She would have stayed longer but she had to get back for the girls.
Getting her out of the flat unnoticed was less of a problem than either of them anticipated as he had a draw full of his sisters clothes in the spare room and they fitted his lover well enough and as he walked her home across the golf course they were aided in their stealth by some well-timed freezing fog.
Twenty eight year old Paul Ingram was involved with an older woman, a forty year old woman to be precise, who was a beautiful unhappily married, soon to be divorced Carrington Chase educated woman, called Francesca Carrington-Webber.
Paul and Francesca both lived in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean, she lived in a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club, and coincidentally Paul worked for the Golf Club.
They became involved after three chance meetings, two on a train and the third more significant one was on the Promenade in Sharpington, where he came upon her small huddled figure on the bench ahead of him in some distress and after some tender moments of consolation lead to them making love in his caravan.
Since that night they had had a non-physical relationship and on the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend some time together they always made the most of it, sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened and sometimes one of them managed to surprise the other but the biggest surprise came on the Halloween weekend when she arrived at his caravan dressed as a witch and announced that not only was she divorcing her husband David but that she was staying the night.
But after that, on the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it, but most of the time they just stole a few hours here and there.
However in December, for a variety of reasons, several weeks had passed and they hadn’t been able to grab even a few minutes together.
In fact the first time he had seen her in a fortnight was on the day when he had driven over to Abbottsford to do a bit of Christmas shopping, which was when he bumped into Francesca coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop, Silk and Lace, in the Phoenix Shopping Centre.
“Hello darling” she said and air kissed him and then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on you, if you insist” he offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe?” he asked
Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.
“The chance would be a fine thing anyway” she said quietly
“Have you got time for a coffee?”
“I do” he replied
They went into the Espresso Phoenix coffee house, a really nice one, not one of the chains, and he ordered the drinks as Francesca sat in the corner.
When he joined her he asked
“How about Saturday?”
“For what?” she asked innocently
“To show me your new underwear” he said
“No” she replied
“Why not?” he asked,
“I have to go to a dinner party at Mornington Manor”
She replied “but I don’t really want to go”
He looked at her with puzzlement and then said
“So don’t go, and let me spend the night doing all those things to you that fill your imagination when you’re alone”
That made her blush scarlet and avert her gaze but after a few moments she looked back at him and smiled.
“I have to go, I’m expected” she said but she reached under the table and held his hand
“But I want what you want”
“I understand” he said
“It will be soon though wont it?” she asked earnestly and held his hand tightly under the table.
“Yes” he replied
When they left the coffee house they air kissed and went their separate ways.
(Part 02)
Paul was working all day Saturday, so he wasn’t able to get away to the caravan in Sharpington, as he normally would, so he was at home in his flat and spent Saturday night watching a movie and drinking wine but at some point he leant back against the cushions and promptly fell asleep.
He woke up just after eleven o’clock, and he only woke up then because he needed a pee, so he got up and attended to the matter in hand.
When he finished answering his call of nature he was decidedly peckish so he went to the kitchen and made himself a snack.
Paul then returned to his sofa, restarted the movie he had begun watching four hours earlier and sat eating cheese and biscuits’ as he watched Richard Burton and Clint Eastwood taking on the Nazis.
At the end of the film he was still wide-awake so he got up and chose another DVD off the shelf.
He was about a quarter of the way through “The Fifth Element” when he detected the tell-tale clip clop sound of a woman in high heels from outside in the corridor.
He glanced at the clock and thought it must be his neighbour Elaine arriving home from somewhere so he returned his attention back to the action.
A moment later there was a knock on the front door and he checked the clock again before he got up and walked out into the hall, he guessed that Elaine had locked herself out and was knocking for the spare key.
So he opened the door and to his surprise a rather tipsy Francesca almost fell through it.
“Hello Paulie” she said with a flourish.
Francesca was immaculately dressed as usual in a full length green halter necked designer evening dress and a lavish faux fur shrug.
“Wow” he said, “you look stunning”
“Bless you darling” she responded
“You had a nice time then” he said as he helped her into the house.
“I had a wonderful time” she exclaimed
She tottered a few steps then kicked off her shoes, which made her a little more stable on her feet, and then she quickly progressed into the lounge.
All the while talking nine to the dozen about how marvelous the evening was, who was there, what they ate, who said what, and to who.
“And plenty of wine” he asked as she plopped down on the sofa.
“I did,” she said smiling and giggling
“I’m glad you had fun” he said
“Me too” she said coyly
“Good” Paul said as he sat down next to her
“So what are you doing here then?”
“Well I saw your lights were still on from the taxi and I thought I’d come and tell you all about my evening” she explained.
“Why were you in a taxi?” he asked, “I thought you went there with the Conway’s”
“I did” Francesca said
“So why didn’t you come back with them?” he asked
“They left early” she said
“Could no one else give you a lift?” he asked
“David someone offered” she replied
“So why didn’t you accept?”
“What kind of a woman do you think I am? I couldn’t get in a car with a complete stranger” she said affronted
“You weren’t that discerning with me” he said
“That’s different” she said “with you it doesn’t really count because you’re such a tart”
The statement caused her to roar with laughter to such an extent that she ended up collapsing in a heap with her head and shoulders on his lap.
“You’re my bit of rough” she said and then she disintegrated into laughter again.
“So you decided not to have David drive you home” he said
“It would have been cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey only to dash his hopes” she said
(Part 03)
“So you decided not to have David drive you home” he said
“It would have been cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey only to dash his hopes” she said
This bought about another burst of laughter and when she eventually composed herself she was laying at full stretch on her back looking up at Paul
“Do you still think I’m gorgeous?” she asked, regally draped before him.
“Quite gorgeous” he conceded
“Well quite gorgeous won’t get you a look at the new underwear I bought in Abbottsford the other day” she said
“I bet it does,” he said as he slowly moved his right hand, which had been resting on her chuckling belly, up to caress the roundness of her breast.
“Well maybe” Francesca murmured as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes and then he began tickling her and she was giggling so much she could barely breathe and Francesca wriggled and squirmed beneath his gaze.
But when she got control, Francesca suddenly sat bolt upright and she squealed frantically
“Ok, I’ll let you see my knickers”
And then she pulled herself up so she was seated on his lap and kissed him, he loved kissing her, he thought she was such a great kisser, the best in his experience.
The quality of a kiss is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual nature, which is dependent on the perspective of the participants.
With kissing it can be the thickness of the lips, the width of the mouth, the size of the tongue, the size of the oral cavity and the amount of saliva produced.
For Paul, Francesca scored highly on every criterion and as she kissed him, he thought he had died and gone to heaven.
Once they had finished she stood up and looked at him smugly and then took hold of his hand and she said.
“Now come and enjoy my gorgeousness”
Paul got to his feet and they kissed again and then he said
“Just one question before your deliciousness distracts me”
“What’s that darling” she retorted
“How are we going to get you out of here in the morning dressed like that, without anyone noticing?” Paul said
“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it darling” She purred
“I just might have to stay here with you all day, until I can leave again under the cover of darkness”
“That sounds like a wonderful plan” Paul said and walked her towards the bedroom and took Francesca off to bed and let her take him to paradise.
Christmas came early for Paul and Francesca as she did indeed stay with him until after dark on Sunday afternoon.
She would have stayed longer but she had to get back for the girls.
Getting her out of the flat unnoticed was less of a problem than either of them anticipated as he had a draw full of his sisters clothes in the spare room and they fitted his lover well enough and as he walked her home across the golf course they were aided in their stealth by some well-timed freezing fog.
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (59) The Gentle Giant and the Kitchen Maid
(Part 01)
Aaron Keller was a great bear of a man, standing 6’ 6” tall, barrell chested with hands like shovels.
But he was brought to his knees by a skinny Little waif standind 4’ 11” by the name of Toni Kendall.
They were both in their mid twenties, both had flaming red hair but he was a gentle giant who barely spoke and she was a little livewire who never shut up.
The other thing that they had in common was more significant and that was the fact that they were in love, though neither of them knew that they were the recipient of that love.
Aaron couldn’t imagine that a beautiful little thing like Toni could ever be interested in him, and she thought he was probably looking for someone as quiet as him.
They both worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, she was a chalet maid and he was a general handyman.
Aaron lived in Sharpinghead but Toni was from Finchbottom and as the summer season was coming to an end she was running out of time, if nothing happened between them they would go their separate ways and they would be unlikely to see each other again, but if she got her way, and got her man, she would stay on.
She had been following him around the camp for the whole summer in the hope that he would take her in his arms, but no matter how much she flirted with him the result was the same and she cursed his shyness.
Toni finally got her man when they were on what was known as mothball duties, closing down those chalet that would not be needed during the winter season, which meant a major clean and then all the furniture was sheeted.
Because she was so tiny she managed to enlist the help of the gentle giant with moving the furniture, though she was more than capable of doing it herself, because she was much stronger than she looked, she just used it as an excuse to get close to him.
But despite her managing to get Aaron to help her, it didn’t really help her in the way she wanted because she was such a chatterbox, so even if he could have found the words he wanted to use he would have struggled to get a word in edgeways.
However every thing came good in the end when They were on their fifth chalet and all was not going well for Toni as she was hoping he might have made a move on her by that stage, afterall they were alone and had been in very close proximity on many occasions.
She was also annoyed at her self because although she was a confident sparky girl she hadnt just come out with it and ask him out.
What Toni wanted though was for him to ask her but nothing happened so she decided that she had to make him get physical.
Toni started by undoing the braces on his overall as he picked things up and when he reatached that one she undid the other and so on and so fourth until he took action.
However she didn’t know when she started messing around quite how physical he would get.
But she wasn’t complaining when the gentle giant had her draped over his shoulder and he was playfully smaking her knicker clad buttocks while he watched the reflexion of his handywork in the mirror.
(Part 02)
Toni didn’t know when she started messing around with Aaron quite how physical he would get.
But she wasn’t complaining when the gentle giant had her draped over his shoulder and he was playfully smaking her knicker clad buttocks while he watched the reflexion of his handywork in the mirror.
However he only gave her another two strokes before Toni called a halt to proceedings.
“Put me down” she screamed “Put me down now”
“What’s wrong baby girl?” he said playfully “Have you had enough?”
“Just put me down” she insisted, and as he lowered her to the floor he cursed himself under his breath for going too far, but he couldn’t help it, he was really having fun.
“I’m sorry” he said when she was stood looking up at him “I went too far didn’t I?”
“Don’t be sorry” she snapped and pushed him backwards onto a chair “You haven’t gone far enough yet”
“Oh?” he responded as she inched towards him and when they were nose to nose she kissed him.
After that first time they couldn’t keep there hands off eachother and suffice is to say that she didn’t return home to Finchbottom and stayed on at Maxlin’s and the prospect of spending all winter kissing and canoodling kept them warm.
Though they didn’t have many opportunities for work time kissing and cuddling as they didn’t often work together but when they weren’t working they didn’t go out in the world much.
But halfway through the winter they got to work together again when they had to reopen some of the chalets they had mothballed earlier in the year in preparation of the Christmas season.
As they unlocked the first chalet Toni was wearing the usual Maxlin’s uniform, a blue denim skirt, a pale blue blouse and a white cardigan while Aaron had on his familiar Blue bib and brace overalls over a pale blue T-shirt.
“You realise that this is the chalet that you first kissed me in?” he said
“How could I forget” she replied wistfully but other than that she was uncharacteristically quiet.
“We don’t have time for that today” she insisted “We have a lot to do”
“That’s a shame” he said
“That’s as maybe” she replied curtly
The pair of them were making very good time and ploughed through the workload very well mainly because Toni wasn’t saying anything.
They decided to do one more chalet before lunch and were about half way through when Toni cursed
“Oh bugger”
“What’s up babe?” Aaron asked
“I’ve left my duster on the kitchen counter” she replied
“I’ll get it” he offered
“No it’s alright honey I can reach it through the hatch” she responded and opened the serving hatch.
She was on tiptoe reaching for the duster which was obviously just out of reach, so she boosted herself up so her belly was resting on the bottom of the hatch and her feet were off the ground.
Where Toni’s tiny body was draped over the hatch opening her pale blue knickers were on full display and he remembered the first time he’d seen her cute little fleshy cheeks visible below the hem of her denim skirt in those blue knickers and he couldn’t resist giving her a little love slap.
(Part 03)
Where Toni’s tiny body was draped over the hatch opening her pale blue knickers were on full display and he remembered the first time he’d seen her cute little fleshy cheeks visible below the hem of her denim skirt in those blue knickers and he couldn’t resist giving her a little love slap.
“What are you doing?” he heard her ask and then she added angrily “We don’t have time for any funny business”
“What’s the matter?” he said “you’re not yourself today”
“Why? Just because I won’t let you grope me when you feel like it” she said as she emerged from the hatch holding the duster.
“Oh pardon me, I wasn’t aware I was groping, I thought I was just playfully smacking the bum of the girl I love” he said and turned around to carry on with what he was doing
“What?” she said
“It doesn’t matter” he replied
“Oh yes it does, what did you say?” she insisted
“I said I was just playing” he said
“No, you said more than that” Toni said “What did you say exactly?”
Aaron frowned while he recapped in his head and then voiced it
“I said I was smacking the bum of the girl I love”
And the moment the words left his lips she was kissing them.
“You never said you loved me before” she said between kisses
“I was waiting for a more romantic moment” he said and she kissed him again
“That’s why I was sad, because I love you and I didn’t think that you felt the same” she said and began to cry
“Do you mean that you love me then?” he asked
“Of course I do” she said through the tears and thumped his barrel chest.
He scooped her up and stood her on the bed and said
“Just wait there”
Then he went and locked the door and drew the curtains.
“What are you doing?” she asked and he replied
“I’m giving us some privacy so I can make love to the girl I love”
After they had made love they had lost all the time they had made in the morning and were late for lunch and still hadn’t finished the chalet and on top of that the bed needed to be remade as well.
Aaron Keller was a great bear of a man, standing 6’ 6” tall, barrell chested with hands like shovels.
But he was brought to his knees by a skinny Little waif standind 4’ 11” by the name of Toni Kendall.
They were both in their mid twenties, both had flaming red hair but he was a gentle giant who barely spoke and she was a little livewire who never shut up.
The other thing that they had in common was more significant and that was the fact that they were in love, though neither of them knew that they were the recipient of that love.
Aaron couldn’t imagine that a beautiful little thing like Toni could ever be interested in him, and she thought he was probably looking for someone as quiet as him.
They both worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, she was a chalet maid and he was a general handyman.
Aaron lived in Sharpinghead but Toni was from Finchbottom and as the summer season was coming to an end she was running out of time, if nothing happened between them they would go their separate ways and they would be unlikely to see each other again, but if she got her way, and got her man, she would stay on.
She had been following him around the camp for the whole summer in the hope that he would take her in his arms, but no matter how much she flirted with him the result was the same and she cursed his shyness.
Toni finally got her man when they were on what was known as mothball duties, closing down those chalet that would not be needed during the winter season, which meant a major clean and then all the furniture was sheeted.
Because she was so tiny she managed to enlist the help of the gentle giant with moving the furniture, though she was more than capable of doing it herself, because she was much stronger than she looked, she just used it as an excuse to get close to him.
But despite her managing to get Aaron to help her, it didn’t really help her in the way she wanted because she was such a chatterbox, so even if he could have found the words he wanted to use he would have struggled to get a word in edgeways.
However every thing came good in the end when They were on their fifth chalet and all was not going well for Toni as she was hoping he might have made a move on her by that stage, afterall they were alone and had been in very close proximity on many occasions.
She was also annoyed at her self because although she was a confident sparky girl she hadnt just come out with it and ask him out.
What Toni wanted though was for him to ask her but nothing happened so she decided that she had to make him get physical.
Toni started by undoing the braces on his overall as he picked things up and when he reatached that one she undid the other and so on and so fourth until he took action.
However she didn’t know when she started messing around quite how physical he would get.
But she wasn’t complaining when the gentle giant had her draped over his shoulder and he was playfully smaking her knicker clad buttocks while he watched the reflexion of his handywork in the mirror.
(Part 02)
Toni didn’t know when she started messing around with Aaron quite how physical he would get.
But she wasn’t complaining when the gentle giant had her draped over his shoulder and he was playfully smaking her knicker clad buttocks while he watched the reflexion of his handywork in the mirror.
However he only gave her another two strokes before Toni called a halt to proceedings.
“Put me down” she screamed “Put me down now”
“What’s wrong baby girl?” he said playfully “Have you had enough?”
“Just put me down” she insisted, and as he lowered her to the floor he cursed himself under his breath for going too far, but he couldn’t help it, he was really having fun.
“I’m sorry” he said when she was stood looking up at him “I went too far didn’t I?”
“Don’t be sorry” she snapped and pushed him backwards onto a chair “You haven’t gone far enough yet”
“Oh?” he responded as she inched towards him and when they were nose to nose she kissed him.
After that first time they couldn’t keep there hands off eachother and suffice is to say that she didn’t return home to Finchbottom and stayed on at Maxlin’s and the prospect of spending all winter kissing and canoodling kept them warm.
Though they didn’t have many opportunities for work time kissing and cuddling as they didn’t often work together but when they weren’t working they didn’t go out in the world much.
But halfway through the winter they got to work together again when they had to reopen some of the chalets they had mothballed earlier in the year in preparation of the Christmas season.
As they unlocked the first chalet Toni was wearing the usual Maxlin’s uniform, a blue denim skirt, a pale blue blouse and a white cardigan while Aaron had on his familiar Blue bib and brace overalls over a pale blue T-shirt.
“You realise that this is the chalet that you first kissed me in?” he said
“How could I forget” she replied wistfully but other than that she was uncharacteristically quiet.
“We don’t have time for that today” she insisted “We have a lot to do”
“That’s a shame” he said
“That’s as maybe” she replied curtly
The pair of them were making very good time and ploughed through the workload very well mainly because Toni wasn’t saying anything.
They decided to do one more chalet before lunch and were about half way through when Toni cursed
“Oh bugger”
“What’s up babe?” Aaron asked
“I’ve left my duster on the kitchen counter” she replied
“I’ll get it” he offered
“No it’s alright honey I can reach it through the hatch” she responded and opened the serving hatch.
She was on tiptoe reaching for the duster which was obviously just out of reach, so she boosted herself up so her belly was resting on the bottom of the hatch and her feet were off the ground.
Where Toni’s tiny body was draped over the hatch opening her pale blue knickers were on full display and he remembered the first time he’d seen her cute little fleshy cheeks visible below the hem of her denim skirt in those blue knickers and he couldn’t resist giving her a little love slap.
(Part 03)
Where Toni’s tiny body was draped over the hatch opening her pale blue knickers were on full display and he remembered the first time he’d seen her cute little fleshy cheeks visible below the hem of her denim skirt in those blue knickers and he couldn’t resist giving her a little love slap.
“What are you doing?” he heard her ask and then she added angrily “We don’t have time for any funny business”
“What’s the matter?” he said “you’re not yourself today”
“Why? Just because I won’t let you grope me when you feel like it” she said as she emerged from the hatch holding the duster.
“Oh pardon me, I wasn’t aware I was groping, I thought I was just playfully smacking the bum of the girl I love” he said and turned around to carry on with what he was doing
“What?” she said
“It doesn’t matter” he replied
“Oh yes it does, what did you say?” she insisted
“I said I was just playing” he said
“No, you said more than that” Toni said “What did you say exactly?”
Aaron frowned while he recapped in his head and then voiced it
“I said I was smacking the bum of the girl I love”
And the moment the words left his lips she was kissing them.
“You never said you loved me before” she said between kisses
“I was waiting for a more romantic moment” he said and she kissed him again
“That’s why I was sad, because I love you and I didn’t think that you felt the same” she said and began to cry
“Do you mean that you love me then?” he asked
“Of course I do” she said through the tears and thumped his barrel chest.
He scooped her up and stood her on the bed and said
“Just wait there”
Then he went and locked the door and drew the curtains.
“What are you doing?” she asked and he replied
“I’m giving us some privacy so I can make love to the girl I love”
After they had made love they had lost all the time they had made in the morning and were late for lunch and still hadn’t finished the chalet and on top of that the bed needed to be remade as well.
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (58) Halloween Surprise
(Part 01)
Twenty eight year old Paul Ingram was involved with an older woman, a forty year old woman to be precise, who was a beautiful unhappily married, Carrington Chase educated woman called, Francesca Carrington-Webber.
Paul and Francesca both lived in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean, she lived in a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club, and coincidentally Paul worked for the Golf Club.
They became involved after three chance meetings, two on a train and the third more significant one was on the Promenade in Sharpington, where he came upon her small huddled figure on the bench ahead of him in some distress and after some tender moments of consolation lead to them making love in his caravan.
Since that night they had had a non-physical relationship and on the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend some time together they always made the most of it, sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened and sometimes one of them managed to surprise the other but the biggest surprise came on the Halloween weekend.
Francesca had been invited to the Lutchford’s Annual Halloween party up at their home, Forest Lodge, on Teardrop Lake.
Peter Lutchford was a renowned film director and producer and had his own production company, Teardrop Productions, and his wife Claire was the senior partner at The Dancingdean Health Centre.
It was a great privilege to get an invite to the Lutchford’s and so no one ever turned it down.
So with little chance of grabbing even five minutes with Francesca Paul decided to spend the Halloween weekend in Sharpington in his caravan at Whitecliff Hill.
He wasn’t big on Halloween, it was not his favourite holiday time.
He would have preferred to have spent the evening with the love of his life but that wasn’t an option.
So he spent part of the day in Sharpington and then as darkness fell the temperature dropped like a stone he returned to the caravan with a fish and chip supper and once inside he drew the curtains and turned on the fire.
Then he settled down with his supper on his lap and watched TV.
When he’d finished eating and cleared away he found he wasn’t getting any warmer so he decided to have a hot shower.
It was about an hour later as he was coming out of the bedroom wearing his fleecy dressing gown that there was a knock on the door.
He had no idea who it might be, he certainly wasn’t expecting anyone, he just hoped it wasn’t trick or treaters.
When he opened the door his heart sank and his worse fears were realised when he saw a woman dressed as a witch, but on closer inspection he was surprised to see it was Francesca standing on his doorstep.
“Hello” he said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Francesca said, “Can I come in? It’s bloody freezing”
(Part 02)
“Hello” he said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Francesca said, “Can I come in? It’s bloody freezing”
“Of course” he said fussily “come in, come in”
Francesca stepped inside and he closed the door behind her and he watched her walk by and he thought she looked absolutely gorgeous in her witch’s outfit, all black except for the white stripes on her socks and the red laces in her high-heeled ankle boots.
“Have you come to give me a trick or a treat?”
“Well you’ll have to be the judge of that” she replied and took off her witch’s hat and threw it on the floor before the little witch kissed him and he took her in his arms.
“This is a nice surprise” he said “I thought you were going to the fancy dress party”
“I know” Francesca said as she sat down “I was going to the party but…”
“But?” he asked
“I couldn’t face everyone quizzing me about David”
“About what?” he asked and Francesca took a deep breath
“I’ve asked for a divorce, and he’s gone” she replied, “And I don’t want him back because I’m moving on”
“I’m sorry,” he said inadequately, although inside he wasn’t sorry at all
“I’m not” she said surprisingly “though it’s your fault”
“Then I should be sorry,” he admitted
“No you shouldn’t, you opened my eyes and showed me that I’m still an attractive woman, still a sexy woman, David didn’t appreciate that, and I need to be with someone who sees me the way that you do”
“Am I allowed to be pleased?” he asked hopefully
“Yes” she replied “but that doesn’t mean I’m going to shack up with you, even though that would be nice, but I have to think of the children”
“I understand” Paul said
“So that’s why I couldn’t face the party” Francesca said and smiled
“Well you’re more than welcome to while away the evening here” he said
“Well thank you kind sir” Francesca said “I could murder a drink”
Paul walked to the kitchen are and opened the fridge and took out an open bottle of wine.
“Is wine ok?” he asked
“Yes please” she replied
So he took two large wine glasses from the cupboard and filled them both with wine.
When he walked back to the seating area Francesca stood up and walked towards him.
He expected her to take a wine glass from his hand but instead she walked between his outstretched hands and kissed him.
As they were in the middle of the room he couldn’t put the drinks down so he could wrap his arms around her.
He was quite happy to be stood in the middle of the room being passionately kissed but he was interested to know where it was going so when she came up for air he asked
“So what exactly does your divorce mean for us?”
“Well” she replied as she took the glasses from him and put them on the table
“It means you can buy me breakfast in the morning”
And before he could respond she was kissing him again.
Twenty eight year old Paul Ingram was involved with an older woman, a forty year old woman to be precise, who was a beautiful unhappily married, Carrington Chase educated woman called, Francesca Carrington-Webber.
Paul and Francesca both lived in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean, she lived in a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club, and coincidentally Paul worked for the Golf Club.
They became involved after three chance meetings, two on a train and the third more significant one was on the Promenade in Sharpington, where he came upon her small huddled figure on the bench ahead of him in some distress and after some tender moments of consolation lead to them making love in his caravan.
Since that night they had had a non-physical relationship and on the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend some time together they always made the most of it, sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened and sometimes one of them managed to surprise the other but the biggest surprise came on the Halloween weekend.
Francesca had been invited to the Lutchford’s Annual Halloween party up at their home, Forest Lodge, on Teardrop Lake.
Peter Lutchford was a renowned film director and producer and had his own production company, Teardrop Productions, and his wife Claire was the senior partner at The Dancingdean Health Centre.
It was a great privilege to get an invite to the Lutchford’s and so no one ever turned it down.
So with little chance of grabbing even five minutes with Francesca Paul decided to spend the Halloween weekend in Sharpington in his caravan at Whitecliff Hill.
He wasn’t big on Halloween, it was not his favourite holiday time.
He would have preferred to have spent the evening with the love of his life but that wasn’t an option.
So he spent part of the day in Sharpington and then as darkness fell the temperature dropped like a stone he returned to the caravan with a fish and chip supper and once inside he drew the curtains and turned on the fire.
Then he settled down with his supper on his lap and watched TV.
When he’d finished eating and cleared away he found he wasn’t getting any warmer so he decided to have a hot shower.
It was about an hour later as he was coming out of the bedroom wearing his fleecy dressing gown that there was a knock on the door.
He had no idea who it might be, he certainly wasn’t expecting anyone, he just hoped it wasn’t trick or treaters.
When he opened the door his heart sank and his worse fears were realised when he saw a woman dressed as a witch, but on closer inspection he was surprised to see it was Francesca standing on his doorstep.
“Hello” he said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Francesca said, “Can I come in? It’s bloody freezing”
(Part 02)
“Hello” he said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Francesca said, “Can I come in? It’s bloody freezing”
“Of course” he said fussily “come in, come in”
Francesca stepped inside and he closed the door behind her and he watched her walk by and he thought she looked absolutely gorgeous in her witch’s outfit, all black except for the white stripes on her socks and the red laces in her high-heeled ankle boots.
“Have you come to give me a trick or a treat?”
“Well you’ll have to be the judge of that” she replied and took off her witch’s hat and threw it on the floor before the little witch kissed him and he took her in his arms.
“This is a nice surprise” he said “I thought you were going to the fancy dress party”
“I know” Francesca said as she sat down “I was going to the party but…”
“But?” he asked
“I couldn’t face everyone quizzing me about David”
“About what?” he asked and Francesca took a deep breath
“I’ve asked for a divorce, and he’s gone” she replied, “And I don’t want him back because I’m moving on”
“I’m sorry,” he said inadequately, although inside he wasn’t sorry at all
“I’m not” she said surprisingly “though it’s your fault”
“Then I should be sorry,” he admitted
“No you shouldn’t, you opened my eyes and showed me that I’m still an attractive woman, still a sexy woman, David didn’t appreciate that, and I need to be with someone who sees me the way that you do”
“Am I allowed to be pleased?” he asked hopefully
“Yes” she replied “but that doesn’t mean I’m going to shack up with you, even though that would be nice, but I have to think of the children”
“I understand” Paul said
“So that’s why I couldn’t face the party” Francesca said and smiled
“Well you’re more than welcome to while away the evening here” he said
“Well thank you kind sir” Francesca said “I could murder a drink”
Paul walked to the kitchen are and opened the fridge and took out an open bottle of wine.
“Is wine ok?” he asked
“Yes please” she replied
So he took two large wine glasses from the cupboard and filled them both with wine.
When he walked back to the seating area Francesca stood up and walked towards him.
He expected her to take a wine glass from his hand but instead she walked between his outstretched hands and kissed him.
As they were in the middle of the room he couldn’t put the drinks down so he could wrap his arms around her.
He was quite happy to be stood in the middle of the room being passionately kissed but he was interested to know where it was going so when she came up for air he asked
“So what exactly does your divorce mean for us?”
“Well” she replied as she took the glasses from him and put them on the table
“It means you can buy me breakfast in the morning”
And before he could respond she was kissing him again.
Friday 19 May 2017
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (57) Cleaning out the Attic
(Part 01)
The Finchbottom Vale is nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are lucky enough to live there think of it as the rose between two thorns.
And at the far eastern end of the Vale was the traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, 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 four friends had spent the morning playing a foursome at the Sharpington Dunes Golf Club, they all lived locally in the town of Sharpington-By-Sea and three of them had houses that backed onto the course.
Their foursome had become a regular fixture on their social calendars after widower Dave Whitaker had taken early retirement at the age of 50.
It seemed the right thing to do at the time, his children had flown the nest, his wife had passed and his job had lost its lustre, so he retired and he had never regretted it for a moment.
Retirement enabled him to spend time with his three favourite ladies of leisure, Sarah Price, Katie George and Wilhelmina Winten.
Sarah and Katie were both wealthy grass widows and ten years younger than he was and spinster Willi was three years older and was a retired PE Teacher.
After spending a very pleasant morning on the course they lunched at the club as was their habit and as they sat down at their regular table Willi announced
“I can’t be late home today, Marta is coming to help me tidy the attic”
“It must be important if you’re going to cut your lunch short” Sarah said and they all laughed.
“If truth be told I do rather look forward to the days Marta comes to help me” she said when the laughter had subsided
“She’s really such a nice girl and very good company”
Which was when, the waitress, Georgina, arrived at the table to take their order.
“So you’re not coming to mine for drinks this afternoon Willi?” Katie asked
“I’m afraid not” she replied
“What about you Sarah?”
“No not today” she replied reading a text on her phone “somethings come up”
“Just me and you then Dave” Katie said
“Ok with me” Dave remarked
So after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company, and feeling a little over indulged, they had a rendezvous by their trolleys and prepared for the short stroll across the 18th fairway, apart that is from Sarah Price, who was the only one of the group whose house didn’t adjoin the Golf Course.
“I’ll say goodbye now” she said “I need to pop to the pro shop before I head home”
So Sarah headed in the opposite direction while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th fairway.
Katie and Dave were next door neighbours but Willi lived 5 houses along from Katie’s, so she said goodbye to the others and walked home to get showered before Marta arrived.
(Part 02)
So Sarah headed in the opposite direction while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th fairway.
Katie and Dave were next door neighbours but Willi lived 5 houses along from Katie’s, so she said goodbye to the others and walked home to get showered before Marta arrived.
Marta Gouveia was a rather plain looking Portuguese girl, of small but athletic stature, and was almost 30 years younger than Willi but they got on like a house on fire and had done from the first moment they met.
She had had a hard life and had known real poverty and hardship and had been raised by two cruel and abusive parents.
But through hard work, determination and a helping hand from people like Willi she had survived, and despite her early life she was a kind and loving soul.
The reason she wasn’t getting to Willi’s until late afternoon was because the second of her three part time jobs didn’t finish until three.
Wilhelmina was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and ordinary looking woman with three redeeming features, in her opinion, kind and quite stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.
She was three years on the wrong side of 50, and chose to dress in the twin set and tweed style, if style was the correct word, and sensible shoes.
She went in doors and put her clubs away in the cupboard and went straight upstairs and turned the shower on, then she undressed and briefly admired her slim figure in the mirror.
“Not bad for an old bird” she said and smiled at her reflection before getting in the shower
Marta let herself in with the spare key hidden in the planter and called out
“Willi!”
When she got no answer on the ground floor she made her way up the stairs and when she reached the landing she smiled because she knew where she was.
Willi was just washing the shampoo from her hair when the cubicle door opened and Marta stepped in and was standing beside her completely naked.
Willi’s eyes greedily consumed every inch of her lovely young body with magnificent firm breasts, flat stomach and well-toned limbs.
“Can I join you?” Marta asked already knowing the answer
“I thought you’d never ask” Willi replied and as they eagerly washed each other Marta said
“You know that this isn’t going to get the attic tidied”
“Oh well never mind” Willi replied “We can always do it tomorrow”
“I bet we don’t” said Marta as she kissed her lover
“We definitely will” she said authoritatively
“Yes but you said that yesterday” Marta reminded her and kissed her mouth again.
The Finchbottom Vale is nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are lucky enough to live there think of it as the rose between two thorns.
And at the far eastern end of the Vale was the traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, 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 four friends had spent the morning playing a foursome at the Sharpington Dunes Golf Club, they all lived locally in the town of Sharpington-By-Sea and three of them had houses that backed onto the course.
Their foursome had become a regular fixture on their social calendars after widower Dave Whitaker had taken early retirement at the age of 50.
It seemed the right thing to do at the time, his children had flown the nest, his wife had passed and his job had lost its lustre, so he retired and he had never regretted it for a moment.
Retirement enabled him to spend time with his three favourite ladies of leisure, Sarah Price, Katie George and Wilhelmina Winten.
Sarah and Katie were both wealthy grass widows and ten years younger than he was and spinster Willi was three years older and was a retired PE Teacher.
After spending a very pleasant morning on the course they lunched at the club as was their habit and as they sat down at their regular table Willi announced
“I can’t be late home today, Marta is coming to help me tidy the attic”
“It must be important if you’re going to cut your lunch short” Sarah said and they all laughed.
“If truth be told I do rather look forward to the days Marta comes to help me” she said when the laughter had subsided
“She’s really such a nice girl and very good company”
Which was when, the waitress, Georgina, arrived at the table to take their order.
“So you’re not coming to mine for drinks this afternoon Willi?” Katie asked
“I’m afraid not” she replied
“What about you Sarah?”
“No not today” she replied reading a text on her phone “somethings come up”
“Just me and you then Dave” Katie said
“Ok with me” Dave remarked
So after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company, and feeling a little over indulged, they had a rendezvous by their trolleys and prepared for the short stroll across the 18th fairway, apart that is from Sarah Price, who was the only one of the group whose house didn’t adjoin the Golf Course.
“I’ll say goodbye now” she said “I need to pop to the pro shop before I head home”
So Sarah headed in the opposite direction while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th fairway.
Katie and Dave were next door neighbours but Willi lived 5 houses along from Katie’s, so she said goodbye to the others and walked home to get showered before Marta arrived.
(Part 02)
So Sarah headed in the opposite direction while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th fairway.
Katie and Dave were next door neighbours but Willi lived 5 houses along from Katie’s, so she said goodbye to the others and walked home to get showered before Marta arrived.
Marta Gouveia was a rather plain looking Portuguese girl, of small but athletic stature, and was almost 30 years younger than Willi but they got on like a house on fire and had done from the first moment they met.
She had had a hard life and had known real poverty and hardship and had been raised by two cruel and abusive parents.
But through hard work, determination and a helping hand from people like Willi she had survived, and despite her early life she was a kind and loving soul.
The reason she wasn’t getting to Willi’s until late afternoon was because the second of her three part time jobs didn’t finish until three.
Wilhelmina was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and ordinary looking woman with three redeeming features, in her opinion, kind and quite stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.
She was three years on the wrong side of 50, and chose to dress in the twin set and tweed style, if style was the correct word, and sensible shoes.
She went in doors and put her clubs away in the cupboard and went straight upstairs and turned the shower on, then she undressed and briefly admired her slim figure in the mirror.
“Not bad for an old bird” she said and smiled at her reflection before getting in the shower
Marta let herself in with the spare key hidden in the planter and called out
“Willi!”
When she got no answer on the ground floor she made her way up the stairs and when she reached the landing she smiled because she knew where she was.
Willi was just washing the shampoo from her hair when the cubicle door opened and Marta stepped in and was standing beside her completely naked.
Willi’s eyes greedily consumed every inch of her lovely young body with magnificent firm breasts, flat stomach and well-toned limbs.
“Can I join you?” Marta asked already knowing the answer
“I thought you’d never ask” Willi replied and as they eagerly washed each other Marta said
“You know that this isn’t going to get the attic tidied”
“Oh well never mind” Willi replied “We can always do it tomorrow”
“I bet we don’t” said Marta as she kissed her lover
“We definitely will” she said authoritatively
“Yes but you said that yesterday” Marta reminded her and kissed her mouth again.
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (56) Moonlight Serenade
Twenty eight year old Paul Ingram was involved with an older woman, a forty year old woman to be precise, who was a beautiful unhappily married, Carrington Chase educated woman called, Francesca Carrington-Webber.
Paul and Francesca both lived in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean, she lived in a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club, and coincidentally Paul worked for the Golf Club.
They became involved after three chance meetings, two on a train and the third more significant one was on the Promenade in Sharpington, where he came upon her small huddled figure on the bench ahead of him in some distress and after some tender moments of consolation lead to them making love in his caravan.
Since that night they had had a non-physical relationship and on the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend some time together they always made the most of it, sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened.
On the night of the Harvest Festival Fair there was always a dance on the village green in Forest Dean, in a great marquee, and everyone dressed up.
Paul and Francesca both attended but discreetly kept their distance, but exchanged glances all night.
He was wearing a suit and she had on a powder blue dress which made her look stunning and him feel proud, the moment he laid eyes on her in it.
At the end of the evening he positioned himself near the exit so he could see when Francesca left for home.
When she did she left in a small group and headed in the direction of the Vicarage and he followed at a safe distance as they went down the lane by the church, half of the group broke away at that point so he followed the remaining three as they took the path that crossed the golf course.
Once they had traversed the course the group split again two of them went left and Francesca went right and so did Paul after about 30 yards he had caught up with her.
“Hello gorgeous” he said
“What kept you?” she said and hugged him
Francesca shivered so he chivalrously gave her his jacked, which reached down to her knees and she kissed him gently, just once, then again more passionately.
“I’ve been waiting to do that all evening” she said with a giggle.
“I’m always happy to oblige” he said and kissed her eager lips.
Francesca roughly rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and then held his hand as they walked along the fairway.
“All evening eh” he said
“Yes and I was so desperate to kiss you that it hurt” she admitted
After a few yards they started along a track which was quite dark even in the moonlight.
“Have you got a torch” he asked
“I don’t need a torch I can see fine” she replied
“I’m like a cat” she added and she made a little clawing gesture with her hand, accompanied by a growl, then they emerged onto the fairway again but she was headed in entirely the wrong direction for her house
“Where are we going?” he asked
“We’re going for a walk in the moonlight”
Francesca said “very romantic”
“Yes but where are we going?” he repeated
“Wait and see” she answered
They finished up by the 17th tee which was elevated and commanded a great view of the moon lit valley below, which to Francesca’s mind was a very romantic spot and entirely suitable for what she had in mind.
It had been almost three and a half months since she first met Paul and two months to the date since they made love in his caravan after the Yacht Club Dinner Dance and the same period of time since she fell in love with him.
But despite the fact that she loved him to distraction, and that she thought about him every waking moment and he filled her dreams every night, she had been unable to say the words.
He told her all the time but all she could say in response was “me too”
She sat down on the bench and he sat next to her and put his arm around her and asked
“So why are we here?”
“Because I have something to say and I wanted to say it in a very romantic setting” she said
“What is it?” he asked and then as she was sitting in her lovers arms on a bench bathed in moonlight Francesca took a deep breath and screamed out under the Harvest moon at the top of her lungs.
“I LOVE YOU”
Then she turned and looked at him and he was staring at her with a broad grin on his face.
“I thought you were never going to say it” he said still staring at her until she suddenly became self-conscious under his gaze and buried her face in his neck.
“I love you so much” he said and his mouth sought out hers and they sealed their joint declaration with a kiss.
Paul and Francesca both lived in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean, she lived in a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club, and coincidentally Paul worked for the Golf Club.
They became involved after three chance meetings, two on a train and the third more significant one was on the Promenade in Sharpington, where he came upon her small huddled figure on the bench ahead of him in some distress and after some tender moments of consolation lead to them making love in his caravan.
Since that night they had had a non-physical relationship and on the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend some time together they always made the most of it, sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened.
On the night of the Harvest Festival Fair there was always a dance on the village green in Forest Dean, in a great marquee, and everyone dressed up.
Paul and Francesca both attended but discreetly kept their distance, but exchanged glances all night.
He was wearing a suit and she had on a powder blue dress which made her look stunning and him feel proud, the moment he laid eyes on her in it.
At the end of the evening he positioned himself near the exit so he could see when Francesca left for home.
When she did she left in a small group and headed in the direction of the Vicarage and he followed at a safe distance as they went down the lane by the church, half of the group broke away at that point so he followed the remaining three as they took the path that crossed the golf course.
Once they had traversed the course the group split again two of them went left and Francesca went right and so did Paul after about 30 yards he had caught up with her.
“Hello gorgeous” he said
“What kept you?” she said and hugged him
Francesca shivered so he chivalrously gave her his jacked, which reached down to her knees and she kissed him gently, just once, then again more passionately.
“I’ve been waiting to do that all evening” she said with a giggle.
“I’m always happy to oblige” he said and kissed her eager lips.
Francesca roughly rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and then held his hand as they walked along the fairway.
“All evening eh” he said
“Yes and I was so desperate to kiss you that it hurt” she admitted
After a few yards they started along a track which was quite dark even in the moonlight.
“Have you got a torch” he asked
“I don’t need a torch I can see fine” she replied
“I’m like a cat” she added and she made a little clawing gesture with her hand, accompanied by a growl, then they emerged onto the fairway again but she was headed in entirely the wrong direction for her house
“Where are we going?” he asked
“We’re going for a walk in the moonlight”
Francesca said “very romantic”
“Yes but where are we going?” he repeated
“Wait and see” she answered
They finished up by the 17th tee which was elevated and commanded a great view of the moon lit valley below, which to Francesca’s mind was a very romantic spot and entirely suitable for what she had in mind.
It had been almost three and a half months since she first met Paul and two months to the date since they made love in his caravan after the Yacht Club Dinner Dance and the same period of time since she fell in love with him.
But despite the fact that she loved him to distraction, and that she thought about him every waking moment and he filled her dreams every night, she had been unable to say the words.
He told her all the time but all she could say in response was “me too”
She sat down on the bench and he sat next to her and put his arm around her and asked
“So why are we here?”
“Because I have something to say and I wanted to say it in a very romantic setting” she said
“What is it?” he asked and then as she was sitting in her lovers arms on a bench bathed in moonlight Francesca took a deep breath and screamed out under the Harvest moon at the top of her lungs.
“I LOVE YOU”
Then she turned and looked at him and he was staring at her with a broad grin on his face.
“I thought you were never going to say it” he said still staring at her until she suddenly became self-conscious under his gaze and buried her face in his neck.
“I love you so much” he said and his mouth sought out hers and they sealed their joint declaration with a kiss.
Mornington-By-Mere – (60) Charity Begins at Home
Joe Martin was on his Easter break from his second year at Abbottsford University and he was at his parents’ house, number 8, The Close, in the quaint picturesque village of Mornington-By-Mere, and his parents, sister and younger brother were all at work, so he had the place to himself.
It was around lunchtime, but being a student he hadn’t been up for long and he wasn’t even dressed, he had showered and was wearing his robe and was on his way to the kitchen for a late breakfast or probably more accurately an early lunch, but he only got halfway down the hall when there was a knock on the front door and when he opened it he found Charity Armstrong standing on the door step fidgeting like she had fleas.
Charity was his younger brother Lee’s ex-girlfriend who was a cute little brunette, who he had fancied all the time she was dating his brother, and he always suspected it was mutual, but then he went off to Uni and she and Lee broke up.
“Hey” he said
“Hi Joe” she said still fidgeting
“How are you?” Joe asked
“Desperate” she replied
“What?”
“I’m desperate for the loo” she said
“Oh” he said and laughed “You’d better come in then”
“Thanks” Charity said and dropped her stuff in the hall and darted into the downstairs loo, and shot the bolt.
Stood in the hall he heard the seat go down and a rustle of clothes and then a bump as her bum hit the seat, all of which told him he should make himself scarce before Charity proceeded to pee.
The Armstrong’s lived at West Side Farm on the other side of the village where 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 so it would have been quite a yomp for her to get home and would probably have seemed longer if she was desperate to pee.
He wasn’t quite sure what she was doing in The Close, he would doubtless find out when Charity had dealt with the urgency of the situation.
He was sitting in the kitchen when he heard the loo flush and a couple of minutes later she appeared in the doorway.
“Feeling better?”
“Much”
“Good” he said “So how come you’re over this side of the village at this time of day?”
“Oh there was something I needed to do in the Close” she replied as she stepped slowly into the kitchen
“Oh I see” he said “So an errand then”
“Sort of”
“Did you get it done?” he asked
“Almost” she replied enigmatically and once she was standing in front of him she looked up at his face and the smiling Charity added
“Because I came here to do this”
And with that said she stood on tiptoes and kissed him.
After a long and satisfying kiss that she had been dreaming of for two years she smiled broadly and said
“I’ve been looking forward to that”
“Me too” Joe replied and returned her smile
“I knew I’d get you one day” she said smugly as her arms locked around his neck and she took a little more of what she had gone to the house for in the first place.
It was around lunchtime, but being a student he hadn’t been up for long and he wasn’t even dressed, he had showered and was wearing his robe and was on his way to the kitchen for a late breakfast or probably more accurately an early lunch, but he only got halfway down the hall when there was a knock on the front door and when he opened it he found Charity Armstrong standing on the door step fidgeting like she had fleas.
Charity was his younger brother Lee’s ex-girlfriend who was a cute little brunette, who he had fancied all the time she was dating his brother, and he always suspected it was mutual, but then he went off to Uni and she and Lee broke up.
“Hey” he said
“Hi Joe” she said still fidgeting
“How are you?” Joe asked
“Desperate” she replied
“What?”
“I’m desperate for the loo” she said
“Oh” he said and laughed “You’d better come in then”
“Thanks” Charity said and dropped her stuff in the hall and darted into the downstairs loo, and shot the bolt.
Stood in the hall he heard the seat go down and a rustle of clothes and then a bump as her bum hit the seat, all of which told him he should make himself scarce before Charity proceeded to pee.
The Armstrong’s lived at West Side Farm on the other side of the village where 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 so it would have been quite a yomp for her to get home and would probably have seemed longer if she was desperate to pee.
He wasn’t quite sure what she was doing in The Close, he would doubtless find out when Charity had dealt with the urgency of the situation.
He was sitting in the kitchen when he heard the loo flush and a couple of minutes later she appeared in the doorway.
“Feeling better?”
“Much”
“Good” he said “So how come you’re over this side of the village at this time of day?”
“Oh there was something I needed to do in the Close” she replied as she stepped slowly into the kitchen
“Oh I see” he said “So an errand then”
“Sort of”
“Did you get it done?” he asked
“Almost” she replied enigmatically and once she was standing in front of him she looked up at his face and the smiling Charity added
“Because I came here to do this”
And with that said she stood on tiptoes and kissed him.
After a long and satisfying kiss that she had been dreaming of for two years she smiled broadly and said
“I’ve been looking forward to that”
“Me too” Joe replied and returned her smile
“I knew I’d get you one day” she said smugly as her arms locked around his neck and she took a little more of what she had gone to the house for in the first place.
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