(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.
Willi lived 5 houses along from Katie’s house which was next door to Dave’s, so they said goodbye and she walked home to get showered before Marta arrived and Dave went home to get changed and Katie went to her house to freshen up and prepare for Dave’s arrival.
(Part 02)
So Sarah headed in the opposite direction while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th fairway.
Willi lived 5 houses along from Katie’s house which was next door to Dave’s, so they said goodbye and she walked home to get showered before Marta arrived and Dave went home to get changed and Katie went to her house to freshen up and prepare for Dave’s arrival.
Before leaving home he checked himself in the hall mirror and nodded his aproval, he was still a good looking man of average height and in good physical shape and he still had a full head of sandy hair.
It was about half an hour before Dave walked into Katie’s garden, which was very, in fact it was beautifully kept, and much nicer than his own, but then you get out of it what you put in, and Katie put a lot in to hers.
Whereas his garden was simply functional and he put absolutely nothing into it at all and no effort was expended whatsoever.
All his efforts with regard to the garden went into cutting the grass and sweeping the patio.
Katie on the other hand loved her garden and loved working in it and the result was there for all to see, a delightful English country garden.
He walked towards the house and he found that there were drinks on the table beneath the parasol and soft music coming from an MP3, but no sign of Katie.
So he walked toward the kitchen door and stepped inside and there in the middle of the room stood Katie, wearing her golf hat, her golf shoes, argyle socks and her golf glove, and absolutely nothing else.
“Wow” Dave said as he stared at the beautiful woman in front of him in the beautifully accesorised golfing outfit, or what there was of it, Katie was a beautiful woman when fully clothed, but naked she went off the scale.
Despite her being the wrong side of forty she had maintained her figure exceptionally well, only her long brunette hair now had to be enhanced with colouring.
After taking his time to admire her nakedness he then added
“I may be wrong but I think that may infringe the dress code”
“is that right” she said “And what are you going to do about it?”
“What are my options exactly?” he asked
“Well you can report me to the club captain” she replied “or you can make love to me like you normally do”
“I think I’ll do the latter then” he said
“Good choice” Katie replied and removed her glove.
Saturday 27 May 2017
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (62) Early Morning Call
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.
On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it.
But in the early hours of one Sunday morning in January he was violently shaken awake.
“You have to go,” Francesca said urgently
“What? When?” he said
“In about an hour” she replied, and giggled as she wrapped herself around him.
“So why did you wake me so early?” he asked
“Why do you think?” she replied and began nibbling on his ear
“Now this is the kind of early morning call I like,” he said just before her lips migrated to his.
Francesca had woken him early in the morning so he could sneak out before the neighbours were up and about; but she decided to wake him extra early so she could enjoy him again before he left.
After doing precisely that she left him in bed on that dark Sunday morning in January while she went and washed the lust from her gorgeous body.
Paul smiled to himself and slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom after her.
He could see her well-defined shape through the glass, and he was already aroused before he opened the door and joined her in the cubicle.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked
“I’m just making sure you don’t miss anything” he replied
“I don’t think anything will be missed darling” she said and kissed him as her soapy hands began to caress his torso.
“In fact I think I’m probably going to get everything”
Afterwards she phoned her mum and said she was running late as something had come up and after a long lingering goodbye kiss by the back door he walked home across the golf course in the half-light with an extra spring in his step.
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.
On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it.
But in the early hours of one Sunday morning in January he was violently shaken awake.
“You have to go,” Francesca said urgently
“What? When?” he said
“In about an hour” she replied, and giggled as she wrapped herself around him.
“So why did you wake me so early?” he asked
“Why do you think?” she replied and began nibbling on his ear
“Now this is the kind of early morning call I like,” he said just before her lips migrated to his.
Francesca had woken him early in the morning so he could sneak out before the neighbours were up and about; but she decided to wake him extra early so she could enjoy him again before he left.
After doing precisely that she left him in bed on that dark Sunday morning in January while she went and washed the lust from her gorgeous body.
Paul smiled to himself and slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom after her.
He could see her well-defined shape through the glass, and he was already aroused before he opened the door and joined her in the cubicle.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked
“I’m just making sure you don’t miss anything” he replied
“I don’t think anything will be missed darling” she said and kissed him as her soapy hands began to caress his torso.
“In fact I think I’m probably going to get everything”
Afterwards she phoned her mum and said she was running late as something had come up and after a long lingering goodbye kiss by the back door he walked home across the golf course in the half-light with an extra spring in his step.
Friday 26 May 2017
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (61) The Lady in Tears
(Part 01)
It was at the Lord Lieutenants Summer Ball when Dave Knapp found Lady Antonia Johnson-Claassens on the moonlit terrace and his first thought was that he might at last have found someone who he could have an intelligent conversation with, but as he got closer he noticed she was crying.
Dave had been on the prowl for someone with half a brain all evening, his sister, who was supposed to have been his plus 1 had cried off due to one of her bad heads, but when he set off on his after dinner sojourn he didn’t think he would run into Lady Antonia.
Although they did have history of running into each other at such events, they had known each other since University, and when they did attend the same functions they always sought the other out.
However since her engagement to some chinless Rupert, any kind of converse with her had been off the menu and when he saw she was crying he didn’t see that changing.
So although the first sight of her whetted his appetite he instead ended up wetting the shoulder of his dinner jacket with her tears.
When she had calmed down and her sobs began to recede she tried to tell him what was wrong but the tears started to well up in her eyes again and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed her heart out and she sat down on the wall.
So Mr. Chivalry again stepped into action and he knelt on the floor beside her and offered himself up to comfort her with arms open wide “I’m sorry” she said gratefully accepting his open arms and burying her tearstained face in his neck.
Dave made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of his expertise.
They held that position for some time until Antonia’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated.
But still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin.
He comforted her for about an hour in all and when all the tears were gone she told him what was wrong, her fiancé Nigel had chosen the night of the Summer Ball to break off their engagement, not only that but he did it at the party.
She had been very much in love with him, he wasn’t quite the love of her life, but nonetheless to say that she was heartbroken would have been an understatement and then she asked him to drive her home.
When they got to Lady Antonia’s, he drove the car onto her drive.
“Put it in the garage” she said “the remote is in the door pocket”
Dave opened the garage door as instructed and drove in, then closed the door behind them.
They got out of the Range Rover and after retrieving her shrug from the back of the car they went into the house safe from prying eyes.
They emerged in the kitchen where Antonia took the shrug from him.
“Make a hot drink will you” she said “while I get changed”
So Dave boiled the kettle and made them coffee.
He was sat on a stool drinking his when Toni rejoined him in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.
She had indeed changed, she had changed out of the expensive designer ball gown she arrived in and she was now standing in the doorway wearing a tiger onesie and fluffy slippers.
This was not the image Dave associated with her, in his mind’s eye he saw matching black silk underwear, black stockings, and high heeled shoes.
“I thought this would be a bit more comfortable” she said cutely
(Part 02)
Lady Antonia stood in the kitchen doorway wearing a tiger onesie and fluffy slippers.
“I thought this would be a bit more comfortable” she said cutely
“It certainly looks comfortable” he admitted “Not a sexy outfit is it?”
“I don’t feel particularly sexy today” she said sadly
“I didn’t say you weren’t sexy” Dave corrected her
“You’re only saying that because you feel sorry for me” she said
“Oh no I’m not” he said forcefully, more so than he should have, and it didn’t go unnoticed as she raised an eye brow
Dave and Toni had known each other since university and he had fancied her from the first time he laid eyes on her during fresher’s week, but he had never said anything because she was out of his league.
“I’ve always thought you were sexy, I’ve always thought you were special, far too sexy and special for the types you go out with… or get engaged to”
“Why have you never said anything?” she asked
“Because you’re Lady Antonia Johnson-Claassens and I’m just Dave Knapp the English professor” he retorted “you’re in a different class to me, in every sense”
Lady Antonia said nothing in response as she was taking it all in, she never in her wildest dreams imagined that he felt that way about her and it took her by surprise because she had always felt the same way about him, but she had kept silent because she was afraid.
Afraid of being rejected and of being laughed at, after all he was really smart and she was just dumb Lady Toni.
“So what is it that makes you want me” she asked as she walked towards him in her fluffy slippers
“Is it because I’m posh totty?”
“I do like posh birds” he confessed “but that’s not what attracts me to you”
“So what is it then?” Antonia said as she stood in front of him looking at the floor.
“It’s everything about you” he replied “Your sparky sense of humour, your laugh and your wit and intelligence”
“Now I know you’re lying” she snapped “because I’m not clever, you just saw silly Lady Toni crying over a bloke and you thought, I’m in with a chance”
When she had finished Antonia turned away and then Dave countered
“When I first saw you on the moonlit terrace I actually thought I had at last found someone, after a desperately banal evening, with whom I could have an intelligent conversation, because you are intelligent and you are not stupid by any measure and whoever told you that you are is the stupid one, and when I saw you were crying my first thought was not of a bit of leg over, it was to comfort you, not to judge”
As he was talking he was putting his dinner jacket on to leave and when he had said his piece she still had her back to him but she asked quietly over her shoulder
“You really thought that?”
“Yes” he replied
“Then you don’t think I’m a dullard” Toni said
“No I don’t, nothing could be farther from the truth”
“You don’t just think I’m a vacuous clothes horse? With nothing meaningful to contribute to the world”
“Who on earth has been saying these things to you?” he asked angrily
“Was it Nigel?”
She didn’t respond verbally as she was crying again but she nodded, Nigel was her ex fiancé, Dave walked up behind her and lightly stroked the tops of her arms.
“Don’t cry honey” he said
(Part 03)
She didn’t respond verbally as she was crying again but she nodded, Nigel was her ex fiancé, Dave walked up behind her and lightly stroked the tops of her arms.
“Don’t cry honey” he said
“I can’t help it” she replied and fresh tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she turned towards him, so he took her in his arms and she dissolved completely into tears.
“Its ok honey” He whispered, “let it all go”
And as she sobbed uncontrollably into his chest Dave kissed the top of her head.
He held her close and stroked her back as she sobbed until she lifted her head and said
“I’m getting you wet again”
“I don’t care” He replied “I’m content just holding you in my arms”
On hearing that she broke down again.
Dave was holding in his arms the very beautiful woman he had been in love with since university as she sobbed her heart out and he consoled her with his inadequate words.
Antonia held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin and very soon her nuzzles turned to kisses and she pressed up against him so close a cigarette paper couldn’t have passed between them.
Dave could feel Antonia’s breath on his face before a moment later he felt her lips on his and she kissed him slowly and deliberately.
It was a wonderful feeling for him, to be kissed by the woman he loved, and it was every bit as deliciously sensual as he imagined it would be.
So no one was more surprised than him when he called a halt to proceedings.
“No this isn’t right”
“Why? What’s wrong?” she asked bemused “I thought you wanted me”
“I do, with all my heart” he said “I have dreamt of this since fresher’s week”
“So kiss me then” she urged
“Not like this, not when you’re upset and emotional” he said “Not when you’re on the rebound”
“I’m not on the rebound” she snapped
“But you only broke up with Nigel three hours ago” Dave pointed out
“You may get back together with him or tomorrow morning, in the cold light of day, you may feel differently towards me, and you would only regret anything that happened between us tonight”
Toni didn’t respond immediately but sat down on the kitchen stool and looked thoughtful for few minutes before speaking
“So you do want me”
“Yes”
“But you want to wait, you could have me now on a plate, but you want to wait” she said
“That’s right”
“Oh God I want you even more now” she said as she rushed towards him and hugged him and after minute or so she asked
“How long”
“A month” he replied
“A month” she retorted
“Yes” he confirmed “And if you still feel the same way, then we’re in business”
“Am I allowed to see you?”
“Yes” he replied “and we can talk on the phone whenever you want”
“Ok” she agreed “But…”
“But what?” he asked suspiciously
“Will you stay tonight, in case I need another hug” she asked
“Of course” he replied and kissed the top of her head.
So he stayed the night in her spare room and one month later he stayed the night in her bed and they were married six months later.
It was at the Lord Lieutenants Summer Ball when Dave Knapp found Lady Antonia Johnson-Claassens on the moonlit terrace and his first thought was that he might at last have found someone who he could have an intelligent conversation with, but as he got closer he noticed she was crying.
Dave had been on the prowl for someone with half a brain all evening, his sister, who was supposed to have been his plus 1 had cried off due to one of her bad heads, but when he set off on his after dinner sojourn he didn’t think he would run into Lady Antonia.
Although they did have history of running into each other at such events, they had known each other since University, and when they did attend the same functions they always sought the other out.
However since her engagement to some chinless Rupert, any kind of converse with her had been off the menu and when he saw she was crying he didn’t see that changing.
So although the first sight of her whetted his appetite he instead ended up wetting the shoulder of his dinner jacket with her tears.
When she had calmed down and her sobs began to recede she tried to tell him what was wrong but the tears started to well up in her eyes again and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed her heart out and she sat down on the wall.
So Mr. Chivalry again stepped into action and he knelt on the floor beside her and offered himself up to comfort her with arms open wide “I’m sorry” she said gratefully accepting his open arms and burying her tearstained face in his neck.
Dave made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of his expertise.
They held that position for some time until Antonia’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated.
But still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin.
He comforted her for about an hour in all and when all the tears were gone she told him what was wrong, her fiancé Nigel had chosen the night of the Summer Ball to break off their engagement, not only that but he did it at the party.
She had been very much in love with him, he wasn’t quite the love of her life, but nonetheless to say that she was heartbroken would have been an understatement and then she asked him to drive her home.
When they got to Lady Antonia’s, he drove the car onto her drive.
“Put it in the garage” she said “the remote is in the door pocket”
Dave opened the garage door as instructed and drove in, then closed the door behind them.
They got out of the Range Rover and after retrieving her shrug from the back of the car they went into the house safe from prying eyes.
They emerged in the kitchen where Antonia took the shrug from him.
“Make a hot drink will you” she said “while I get changed”
So Dave boiled the kettle and made them coffee.
He was sat on a stool drinking his when Toni rejoined him in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.
She had indeed changed, she had changed out of the expensive designer ball gown she arrived in and she was now standing in the doorway wearing a tiger onesie and fluffy slippers.
This was not the image Dave associated with her, in his mind’s eye he saw matching black silk underwear, black stockings, and high heeled shoes.
“I thought this would be a bit more comfortable” she said cutely
(Part 02)
Lady Antonia stood in the kitchen doorway wearing a tiger onesie and fluffy slippers.
“I thought this would be a bit more comfortable” she said cutely
“It certainly looks comfortable” he admitted “Not a sexy outfit is it?”
“I don’t feel particularly sexy today” she said sadly
“I didn’t say you weren’t sexy” Dave corrected her
“You’re only saying that because you feel sorry for me” she said
“Oh no I’m not” he said forcefully, more so than he should have, and it didn’t go unnoticed as she raised an eye brow
Dave and Toni had known each other since university and he had fancied her from the first time he laid eyes on her during fresher’s week, but he had never said anything because she was out of his league.
“I’ve always thought you were sexy, I’ve always thought you were special, far too sexy and special for the types you go out with… or get engaged to”
“Why have you never said anything?” she asked
“Because you’re Lady Antonia Johnson-Claassens and I’m just Dave Knapp the English professor” he retorted “you’re in a different class to me, in every sense”
Lady Antonia said nothing in response as she was taking it all in, she never in her wildest dreams imagined that he felt that way about her and it took her by surprise because she had always felt the same way about him, but she had kept silent because she was afraid.
Afraid of being rejected and of being laughed at, after all he was really smart and she was just dumb Lady Toni.
“So what is it that makes you want me” she asked as she walked towards him in her fluffy slippers
“Is it because I’m posh totty?”
“I do like posh birds” he confessed “but that’s not what attracts me to you”
“So what is it then?” Antonia said as she stood in front of him looking at the floor.
“It’s everything about you” he replied “Your sparky sense of humour, your laugh and your wit and intelligence”
“Now I know you’re lying” she snapped “because I’m not clever, you just saw silly Lady Toni crying over a bloke and you thought, I’m in with a chance”
When she had finished Antonia turned away and then Dave countered
“When I first saw you on the moonlit terrace I actually thought I had at last found someone, after a desperately banal evening, with whom I could have an intelligent conversation, because you are intelligent and you are not stupid by any measure and whoever told you that you are is the stupid one, and when I saw you were crying my first thought was not of a bit of leg over, it was to comfort you, not to judge”
As he was talking he was putting his dinner jacket on to leave and when he had said his piece she still had her back to him but she asked quietly over her shoulder
“You really thought that?”
“Yes” he replied
“Then you don’t think I’m a dullard” Toni said
“No I don’t, nothing could be farther from the truth”
“You don’t just think I’m a vacuous clothes horse? With nothing meaningful to contribute to the world”
“Who on earth has been saying these things to you?” he asked angrily
“Was it Nigel?”
She didn’t respond verbally as she was crying again but she nodded, Nigel was her ex fiancé, Dave walked up behind her and lightly stroked the tops of her arms.
“Don’t cry honey” he said
(Part 03)
She didn’t respond verbally as she was crying again but she nodded, Nigel was her ex fiancé, Dave walked up behind her and lightly stroked the tops of her arms.
“Don’t cry honey” he said
“I can’t help it” she replied and fresh tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she turned towards him, so he took her in his arms and she dissolved completely into tears.
“Its ok honey” He whispered, “let it all go”
And as she sobbed uncontrollably into his chest Dave kissed the top of her head.
He held her close and stroked her back as she sobbed until she lifted her head and said
“I’m getting you wet again”
“I don’t care” He replied “I’m content just holding you in my arms”
On hearing that she broke down again.
Dave was holding in his arms the very beautiful woman he had been in love with since university as she sobbed her heart out and he consoled her with his inadequate words.
Antonia held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin and very soon her nuzzles turned to kisses and she pressed up against him so close a cigarette paper couldn’t have passed between them.
Dave could feel Antonia’s breath on his face before a moment later he felt her lips on his and she kissed him slowly and deliberately.
It was a wonderful feeling for him, to be kissed by the woman he loved, and it was every bit as deliciously sensual as he imagined it would be.
So no one was more surprised than him when he called a halt to proceedings.
“No this isn’t right”
“Why? What’s wrong?” she asked bemused “I thought you wanted me”
“I do, with all my heart” he said “I have dreamt of this since fresher’s week”
“So kiss me then” she urged
“Not like this, not when you’re upset and emotional” he said “Not when you’re on the rebound”
“I’m not on the rebound” she snapped
“But you only broke up with Nigel three hours ago” Dave pointed out
“You may get back together with him or tomorrow morning, in the cold light of day, you may feel differently towards me, and you would only regret anything that happened between us tonight”
Toni didn’t respond immediately but sat down on the kitchen stool and looked thoughtful for few minutes before speaking
“So you do want me”
“Yes”
“But you want to wait, you could have me now on a plate, but you want to wait” she said
“That’s right”
“Oh God I want you even more now” she said as she rushed towards him and hugged him and after minute or so she asked
“How long”
“A month” he replied
“A month” she retorted
“Yes” he confirmed “And if you still feel the same way, then we’re in business”
“Am I allowed to see you?”
“Yes” he replied “and we can talk on the phone whenever you want”
“Ok” she agreed “But…”
“But what?” he asked suspiciously
“Will you stay tonight, in case I need another hug” she asked
“Of course” he replied and kissed the top of her head.
So he stayed the night in her spare room and one month later he stayed the night in her bed and they were married six months later.
Mornington-By-Mere – (66) Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fond
Edward Vineyard was a 23 year old English graduate who worked for the Shallowfield and Childean Chronicle and the last couple of weeks things had been quite uninteresting for him, firstly because nothing of any interest happened in the Finchbottom Vale or even the wider environs of Downshire for that matter during those two weeks and even if there had been something even mildly interesting he had been stuck righting fluff pieces on flower shows and gymkhana’s.
The other reason life was so dull for him was that his 24 year old girlfriend Patsy, who had her own special way of helping him pass the time with her insatiable appetite, had gone away on holiday with her parents.
So he took himself completely out of Mornington for the two weeks which allowed him to drive all over the Vale chasing non stories in a very dull couple of weeks in the Downshire area, which made the time drag even more.
At last the time came to end his self-imposed exile from the Village and he returned to his parents’ house in Mornington and the first thing he did when he got back on the 4th of June was to go in search of Patsy, he had really missed her and it surprised him just how much and he hoped that she had missed him half as much as he’d missed her.
But it was busy in the village as it was the weekend of the Mornington Beer Festival which was a two day event and as was the norm it was being held in the grounds of Mornington Manor which was only a short walk from his parents’ house in the Close.
He was hoping to touch base with Patsy, who he hadn’t seen since she got back from Spain, and maybe go to the pub for a few drinks but she was working all weekend, because of the Beer Festival so he knew he wouldn’t see her “properly” until Sunday evening when he could expect a proper Patsy hello.
But he went in search of her anyway and after chatting with a few friends he was told
“She’s working in the main beer tent”
He fought his way to the bar in the main marquee and bought a pint of Mornington Ale and settled in the corner, hoping to catch a glimpse of her but he had been sitting at the table for an hour and had almost finished his second pint before he spotted her and then she was able to grab a 20-minute break and they sat in a quiet corner of the gardens where they could share an occasional kiss, but alas she wouldn’t show him her white bits, but as she was getting up to go back to work he did get his hand up her skirt high enough to squeeze her bum before she slapped him.
But it did give him a taster and he was left with a philosophical outlook knowing there was lots more for him to investigate and explore when he saw her next time on Sunday night when her shift at the festival was over.
The other reason life was so dull for him was that his 24 year old girlfriend Patsy, who had her own special way of helping him pass the time with her insatiable appetite, had gone away on holiday with her parents.
So he took himself completely out of Mornington for the two weeks which allowed him to drive all over the Vale chasing non stories in a very dull couple of weeks in the Downshire area, which made the time drag even more.
At last the time came to end his self-imposed exile from the Village and he returned to his parents’ house in Mornington and the first thing he did when he got back on the 4th of June was to go in search of Patsy, he had really missed her and it surprised him just how much and he hoped that she had missed him half as much as he’d missed her.
But it was busy in the village as it was the weekend of the Mornington Beer Festival which was a two day event and as was the norm it was being held in the grounds of Mornington Manor which was only a short walk from his parents’ house in the Close.
He was hoping to touch base with Patsy, who he hadn’t seen since she got back from Spain, and maybe go to the pub for a few drinks but she was working all weekend, because of the Beer Festival so he knew he wouldn’t see her “properly” until Sunday evening when he could expect a proper Patsy hello.
But he went in search of her anyway and after chatting with a few friends he was told
“She’s working in the main beer tent”
He fought his way to the bar in the main marquee and bought a pint of Mornington Ale and settled in the corner, hoping to catch a glimpse of her but he had been sitting at the table for an hour and had almost finished his second pint before he spotted her and then she was able to grab a 20-minute break and they sat in a quiet corner of the gardens where they could share an occasional kiss, but alas she wouldn’t show him her white bits, but as she was getting up to go back to work he did get his hand up her skirt high enough to squeeze her bum before she slapped him.
But it did give him a taster and he was left with a philosophical outlook knowing there was lots more for him to investigate and explore when he saw her next time on Sunday night when her shift at the festival was over.
Mornington-By-Mere – (65) The Everyday Dream
(Part 01)
In the quaint chocolate box English Village of Mornington-By-Mere, which was the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale, David Cooper was sat on the sofa with his girlfriend Sharon Taylor.
Sharon was a soldier in the Downshire Light Infantry and had only recently returned after 3 months away on exercise only to drop the bombshell that she had been posted to Cyprus for a 12 month tour.
The bonus was that she had a month’s leave before she had to report for duty.
So they made the most of the time and spent as much of it as possible together.
“You’re very quiet, what’s wrong?” he asked
“Nothing” she replied
“Come on, there’s something on your mind” he insisted
“I’ve only got four days left of my leave” She explained “before I have to report to barracks in Nettlefield and then a week after that we go to Cyprus”
“I know” he said
“Well there’s something I want to do before then” she said
“You’ll have to wait for my mum to go out first” he said
“No not that” she retorted
“It must be something important then” he said with concern
“I want you to take me to the Regimental Ball in Nettlefield?” she asked and tensed up
“Is that all?” he asked
“Yes, but it’s important” she replied “I’ve never been before, because I never had anyone special enough before to go with, but now I do”
“Of course I will darling” he said
“Good because I’ve already bought the tickets” she replied cheekily
David lived in the centre of Mornington in a house in The Close with his family, whereas Sharon lived on the opposite side of the village on the other side of Manor Wood where there were a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere Road and Dulcets Road which formed the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and the Taylor family lived in Dulcets Road in a house called Green Fields.
Which was where he picked her up from on the night of the Regimental Ball and when he saw her his jaw almost hit the floor, she looked so stunning in a burgundy coloured cocktail dress, borrowed from her mother and matching shoes and handbag from her best friend.
He thought Sharon looked like a proper girl, not the daring soldier, afraid of nothing and nobody, she was a girl, gentle and vulnerable, and little bit frightened, and he couldn’t have been more in love with her than he was at that precise moment and when he walked into the Ball with Sharon on his arm he felt so proud.
They had a wonderful night, excellent food, a live band and lots of dancing, and neither of them really wanted the night to end, but end it did and at 2 am they were walking through Memorial Park in the moonlight heading towards the Hotel when David broke the silence as they were passing the bandstand.
“There’s something I need to talk to you about” he said and her heart was in her mouth, her worst fears were being realised, he was breaking up with her because she was being posted to Cyprus.
“I don’t know the best way to say this” he began and her stomach turned over.
(Part 02)
“There’s something I need to talk to you about” he said and her heart was in her mouth, her worst fears were being realised, he was breaking up with her because she was being posted to Cyprus.
“I don’t know the best way to say this” he began and her stomach turned over.
“I’m going to take two months off work, unpaid mainly, like a sabbatical, so I can come to Cyprus right in the middle of you tour, I’ve already spoken to my boss and he’s happy, so we’ll be together for Christmas and New Year” He said without pausing for breath.
“What do you think?”
“What do I think? I’ll tell you what I thought, I thought you were going to dump me” she said and slapped his arm
“Why would you think that?” he said
“Because I’m going away” she replied
“Which is why I want to come and spend time with you”
“Won’t you get bored while I’m on duty?” she asked
“No, Cyprus is a nice place with plenty to see” he replied “and there will be plenty of pretty girls to occupy me while you’re serving queen and country”
“You do know that I’m trained to kill don’t you?” Sharon said and laughed before adding more seriously
“Are you sure you want to come to Cyprus?”
“Look I’ve only just got you back in my life and I’m not letting you slip through my fingers again” he said
“I’ve decided that you’re a keeper”
“Does that mean what I think it means?” she asked
“It better had, otherwise I’ve bought this for nothing” he said “and took a ring box from his pocket”
“Oh my God” she exclaimed “Really?”
“Well what do you think?” he asked
“I…” she began and then put her head in her hands then she took a deep breath and stood to attention
“I think you need to ask me a question” she said
“Oh it’s like that is it?” he said and knelt down
“Sharon Elisabeth Emma Taylor, will you marry me?”
“Oh I don’t know” she said indifferently
“Fare enough” he replied and put the ring back in his pocket
“I got the ring on sale or return anyway” David added
“Don’t you dare” she said and got him in a half nelson until he gave her the ring “of course I’ll marry you, it’s all I’ve ever wanted”
“What to be married?” he asked
“No, to be married to you”
“Then I am your dream come true?” he said
“Well now you put it like that I appear to have set my sights rather low” Sharon jibed
“Is that right?” he said taking her by surprise and extracting himself from her head lock and turned the tables on her and bent her over the hand rail and spanked her arse hard
“Ow” she barked
“Sorry did I spank the rufty tufty soldier too hard” he said and spanked her again
“Oww” she said “that hurt”
“So what’s your answer?” David asked and slapped her buttock again
“Ok you brute, I’ll marry you”
In the quaint chocolate box English Village of Mornington-By-Mere, which was the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale, David Cooper was sat on the sofa with his girlfriend Sharon Taylor.
Sharon was a soldier in the Downshire Light Infantry and had only recently returned after 3 months away on exercise only to drop the bombshell that she had been posted to Cyprus for a 12 month tour.
The bonus was that she had a month’s leave before she had to report for duty.
So they made the most of the time and spent as much of it as possible together.
“You’re very quiet, what’s wrong?” he asked
“Nothing” she replied
“Come on, there’s something on your mind” he insisted
“I’ve only got four days left of my leave” She explained “before I have to report to barracks in Nettlefield and then a week after that we go to Cyprus”
“I know” he said
“Well there’s something I want to do before then” she said
“You’ll have to wait for my mum to go out first” he said
“No not that” she retorted
“It must be something important then” he said with concern
“I want you to take me to the Regimental Ball in Nettlefield?” she asked and tensed up
“Is that all?” he asked
“Yes, but it’s important” she replied “I’ve never been before, because I never had anyone special enough before to go with, but now I do”
“Of course I will darling” he said
“Good because I’ve already bought the tickets” she replied cheekily
David lived in the centre of Mornington in a house in The Close with his family, whereas Sharon lived on the opposite side of the village on the other side of Manor Wood where there were a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere Road and Dulcets Road which formed the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and the Taylor family lived in Dulcets Road in a house called Green Fields.
Which was where he picked her up from on the night of the Regimental Ball and when he saw her his jaw almost hit the floor, she looked so stunning in a burgundy coloured cocktail dress, borrowed from her mother and matching shoes and handbag from her best friend.
He thought Sharon looked like a proper girl, not the daring soldier, afraid of nothing and nobody, she was a girl, gentle and vulnerable, and little bit frightened, and he couldn’t have been more in love with her than he was at that precise moment and when he walked into the Ball with Sharon on his arm he felt so proud.
They had a wonderful night, excellent food, a live band and lots of dancing, and neither of them really wanted the night to end, but end it did and at 2 am they were walking through Memorial Park in the moonlight heading towards the Hotel when David broke the silence as they were passing the bandstand.
“There’s something I need to talk to you about” he said and her heart was in her mouth, her worst fears were being realised, he was breaking up with her because she was being posted to Cyprus.
“I don’t know the best way to say this” he began and her stomach turned over.
(Part 02)
“There’s something I need to talk to you about” he said and her heart was in her mouth, her worst fears were being realised, he was breaking up with her because she was being posted to Cyprus.
“I don’t know the best way to say this” he began and her stomach turned over.
“I’m going to take two months off work, unpaid mainly, like a sabbatical, so I can come to Cyprus right in the middle of you tour, I’ve already spoken to my boss and he’s happy, so we’ll be together for Christmas and New Year” He said without pausing for breath.
“What do you think?”
“What do I think? I’ll tell you what I thought, I thought you were going to dump me” she said and slapped his arm
“Why would you think that?” he said
“Because I’m going away” she replied
“Which is why I want to come and spend time with you”
“Won’t you get bored while I’m on duty?” she asked
“No, Cyprus is a nice place with plenty to see” he replied “and there will be plenty of pretty girls to occupy me while you’re serving queen and country”
“You do know that I’m trained to kill don’t you?” Sharon said and laughed before adding more seriously
“Are you sure you want to come to Cyprus?”
“Look I’ve only just got you back in my life and I’m not letting you slip through my fingers again” he said
“I’ve decided that you’re a keeper”
“Does that mean what I think it means?” she asked
“It better had, otherwise I’ve bought this for nothing” he said “and took a ring box from his pocket”
“Oh my God” she exclaimed “Really?”
“Well what do you think?” he asked
“I…” she began and then put her head in her hands then she took a deep breath and stood to attention
“I think you need to ask me a question” she said
“Oh it’s like that is it?” he said and knelt down
“Sharon Elisabeth Emma Taylor, will you marry me?”
“Oh I don’t know” she said indifferently
“Fare enough” he replied and put the ring back in his pocket
“I got the ring on sale or return anyway” David added
“Don’t you dare” she said and got him in a half nelson until he gave her the ring “of course I’ll marry you, it’s all I’ve ever wanted”
“What to be married?” he asked
“No, to be married to you”
“Then I am your dream come true?” he said
“Well now you put it like that I appear to have set my sights rather low” Sharon jibed
“Is that right?” he said taking her by surprise and extracting himself from her head lock and turned the tables on her and bent her over the hand rail and spanked her arse hard
“Ow” she barked
“Sorry did I spank the rufty tufty soldier too hard” he said and spanked her again
“Oww” she said “that hurt”
“So what’s your answer?” David asked and slapped her buttock again
“Ok you brute, I’ll marry you”
Thursday 25 May 2017
Mornington-By-Mere – (64) Calming Influence
(Part 01)
Quiet and shy 35 year old Ashleigh Oakes lived and worked up at Mornington Field, which was once a fully operational RAF station, and he lived in Apartment 6 of Dowding House, which had been converted from what was once the bases Sergeants Mess
He was not a native of the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere or indeed the Finchbottom Vale which nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
Ashleigh was in fact a foreigner by birth, having been born in Nottingham, but he and his family moved to Downshire when he was still a schoolboy and he lived in Nettlefield for 20 years.
He had always been gifted with his hands and was encouraged by his parents to pursue a profession which would make the best of his skills and after school he took an apprenticeship with a jeweler called Harry Lamb and he worked for him until his death.
Harry had no family so Ashleigh inherited the business from him which he planned to carryon in the same way that Harry had taught him, however on first seeing the quaint picturesque village of Mornington-by-Mere, while on a walking holiday he fell in love with the proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with its Manor House, 12th Century Church, Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere, so he decided to move the business and himself.
Moving to Mornington proved to be a momentous decision because despite being a quiet shy man, and new to the area, when he moved to Dowding House he instantly fell in love with his new neighbour Yolanda Torres.
She was not new to the Finchbottom Vale but she was a new resident in the village although she was not a stranger as she had worked in Shallowfield for Downshire Denticare and divided her time between there and Mornington.
She would have liked to work all week in Mornington but there just wasn’t enough dentistry required for that.
Yolanda had always loved the village and had often dreamed of living there but never dared hope that it might actually happen one day.
But when the opportunity of an apartment up at Mornington Field presented itself she snapped it up.
She was also not cursed with Ashleigh’s affliction of shyness but she was immediately attracted to her shy neighbour.
But despite their being a mutual attraction four months quickly passed by and nothing happened between them.
Until that is he got a toothache, which he at first ignored, then he self medicated and finally he made an appointment to see a dentist.
He got the earliest appointment he could, which was two days after he first woke up with the toothache and his appointment was at midday.
Ashleigh didn’t like going to the Dentist’s it terrified him and just the thought of it wound him up to such an extent that his heart pounded in his chest and with every passing minute the adrenilin pumped around his body and his palms sweated and his head throbbed.
He would have gladly killed someone than to see a dentist but it was getting worse with every minute.
(Part 02)
The Doctors, Dentists, orthodontists and pharmacists were all based elsewhere and provided a skeleton service to the village.
The Doctors presence was maintained by the Dancingdean Health Centre in Shallowfield and one of their number, Locum Doctor Kelly Spearman lived in one of the Military Row houses.
The Dental and Orthodontic staff came from a large specialist practice in Finchbottom, Downshire Denticare and the Shallowfield, Robert Harvey Pharmacy in Oakwood Road filled any prescriptions and delivered them to the surgery every day.
The reception area for the Doctors, Dentist & Orthodontic Surgeries sat in an extension between the two buildings.
Because Mornington was such a small village none of the practices were open full time but Baron St George, the head of the Mornington Estate heavily subsidized all three as well as the small Chemist shop, which shared the Doctors premises.
Ashleigh had got the earliest appointment he could, which was at midday two days after he woke up with toothache.
He walked up to the desk and, Katie Parsons, the receptionist directed him to the waiting room.
Ashleigh didn’t like going to the Dentist’s because it always wound him up, so as he sat in the waiting room with his blood coarsing through his veins causing his heart to pound in his chest and with every passing minute the adrenilin pumped around his body so that by the time he was called his heart was ready to explode.
As he went into the room the dentist was sat at a computer in the corner with her back to him.
“Take a seat” she said and he turned around and sat in the chair and then the light was turned on and angled into his face.
This served only to make him produce even more adrenelin and then he realised that the Dentist was Yolander.
“You need to relax Ashleigh” she said
“I have a fobia” he snapped
“Well you still need to calm down” She said
“You have to relax”
“I cant” he panted
“You really must” she insisted and put her hand on his and that action slowed his breathing down imediately and when she squeezed it, it stopped altogether for a moment.
“Nice and calm” she said.
Yolanda was looking at him lying in the chair with his eyes fixed on her.
“Very calm now” she said as she stroked his hand
“Nice and calm” she added and then her mouth was over his and Ashleighs andrenelin was pumping again and he was far from calm as he reciprocated and she took that as acquiescence so she sat on his lap
“Are you relaxed now?”
“Yes” he replied
“Good” she said and kissed him again
After five minutes of very satisfactory kissing she asked
“Are you feeling better now?”
“Yes much better”
“Good” she said as she slipped off his lap “Now lets do a propper exam, and tonight I will come round to yours and help cure your fobia of Dentists”
Quiet and shy 35 year old Ashleigh Oakes lived and worked up at Mornington Field, which was once a fully operational RAF station, and he lived in Apartment 6 of Dowding House, which had been converted from what was once the bases Sergeants Mess
He was not a native of the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere or indeed the Finchbottom Vale which nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
Ashleigh was in fact a foreigner by birth, having been born in Nottingham, but he and his family moved to Downshire when he was still a schoolboy and he lived in Nettlefield for 20 years.
He had always been gifted with his hands and was encouraged by his parents to pursue a profession which would make the best of his skills and after school he took an apprenticeship with a jeweler called Harry Lamb and he worked for him until his death.
Harry had no family so Ashleigh inherited the business from him which he planned to carryon in the same way that Harry had taught him, however on first seeing the quaint picturesque village of Mornington-by-Mere, while on a walking holiday he fell in love with the proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with its Manor House, 12th Century Church, Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere, so he decided to move the business and himself.
Moving to Mornington proved to be a momentous decision because despite being a quiet shy man, and new to the area, when he moved to Dowding House he instantly fell in love with his new neighbour Yolanda Torres.
She was not new to the Finchbottom Vale but she was a new resident in the village although she was not a stranger as she had worked in Shallowfield for Downshire Denticare and divided her time between there and Mornington.
She would have liked to work all week in Mornington but there just wasn’t enough dentistry required for that.
Yolanda had always loved the village and had often dreamed of living there but never dared hope that it might actually happen one day.
But when the opportunity of an apartment up at Mornington Field presented itself she snapped it up.
She was also not cursed with Ashleigh’s affliction of shyness but she was immediately attracted to her shy neighbour.
But despite their being a mutual attraction four months quickly passed by and nothing happened between them.
Until that is he got a toothache, which he at first ignored, then he self medicated and finally he made an appointment to see a dentist.
He got the earliest appointment he could, which was two days after he first woke up with the toothache and his appointment was at midday.
Ashleigh didn’t like going to the Dentist’s it terrified him and just the thought of it wound him up to such an extent that his heart pounded in his chest and with every passing minute the adrenilin pumped around his body and his palms sweated and his head throbbed.
He would have gladly killed someone than to see a dentist but it was getting worse with every minute.
(Part 02)
The Doctors, Dentists, orthodontists and pharmacists were all based elsewhere and provided a skeleton service to the village.
The Doctors presence was maintained by the Dancingdean Health Centre in Shallowfield and one of their number, Locum Doctor Kelly Spearman lived in one of the Military Row houses.
The Dental and Orthodontic staff came from a large specialist practice in Finchbottom, Downshire Denticare and the Shallowfield, Robert Harvey Pharmacy in Oakwood Road filled any prescriptions and delivered them to the surgery every day.
The reception area for the Doctors, Dentist & Orthodontic Surgeries sat in an extension between the two buildings.
Because Mornington was such a small village none of the practices were open full time but Baron St George, the head of the Mornington Estate heavily subsidized all three as well as the small Chemist shop, which shared the Doctors premises.
Ashleigh had got the earliest appointment he could, which was at midday two days after he woke up with toothache.
He walked up to the desk and, Katie Parsons, the receptionist directed him to the waiting room.
Ashleigh didn’t like going to the Dentist’s because it always wound him up, so as he sat in the waiting room with his blood coarsing through his veins causing his heart to pound in his chest and with every passing minute the adrenilin pumped around his body so that by the time he was called his heart was ready to explode.
As he went into the room the dentist was sat at a computer in the corner with her back to him.
“Take a seat” she said and he turned around and sat in the chair and then the light was turned on and angled into his face.
This served only to make him produce even more adrenelin and then he realised that the Dentist was Yolander.
“You need to relax Ashleigh” she said
“I have a fobia” he snapped
“Well you still need to calm down” She said
“You have to relax”
“I cant” he panted
“You really must” she insisted and put her hand on his and that action slowed his breathing down imediately and when she squeezed it, it stopped altogether for a moment.
“Nice and calm” she said.
Yolanda was looking at him lying in the chair with his eyes fixed on her.
“Very calm now” she said as she stroked his hand
“Nice and calm” she added and then her mouth was over his and Ashleighs andrenelin was pumping again and he was far from calm as he reciprocated and she took that as acquiescence so she sat on his lap
“Are you relaxed now?”
“Yes” he replied
“Good” she said and kissed him again
After five minutes of very satisfactory kissing she asked
“Are you feeling better now?”
“Yes much better”
“Good” she said as she slipped off his lap “Now lets do a propper exam, and tonight I will come round to yours and help cure your fobia of Dentists”
Mornington-By-Mere – (63) Even Frumps Need Love
(Part 01)
Twenty eight year old Fiona Burnham lived alone in the village of Mornington-By-Mere, which is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
But Mornington-By-Mere is not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it is the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale and there were a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere road and Dulcets Lane which form the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside where Fiona lived in a small two bedroom cottage in the row of West Gate Cottages on the banks of the River Brooke.
She had only lived there full time for around 6 months when she finally sold her house in Purplemere and moved to the village.
Her brother had lived in the house before her and she often visited him there and she had fallen in love with the place and when he married a missionary and left for a new life in China, she took over the tenancy.
She was a hard working girl and for the last two years she had run her own business, Premier Lace.
Having made the decision to move herself and the business to the village the latter happened in a much more timely fashion than the former.
She was from a good Christian family and although she wasn’t as devout as her brother she was strong in her faith and had an unerring work ethic.
Fiona left school at the age of 15 and began working for her Uncle Normans import/export textile business.
But after ten years her uncle died and the company was sold.
Fiona was left a substantial bequest in his will so she used it to start her own business, and she did very well very quickly, but there was always something lacking.
Fiona was a statuesque young woman, tall and straight backed, which in itself was quite an achievement, considering the challenge for her to stand upright due to the size of her breasts which were on the large side of substantial, which were surmounted, much to her embarrassment, by very large nipples, in an almost perpetual state of arousal, which was why she was known around the office as “Miss pencil rubbers”.
But despite her particular attributes that would normally stir the blood of any self-respecting red bloodied man she was not given a second look in that regard.
She wore horn rimmed glasses and her red hair was scraped back severely from her face, which itself bore no makeup.
Her clothing was of good quality, though lacking in style, and her footwear was functional rather than aesthetic and she exuded a mannish air, and men generally thought on the whole that Fiona Burnham was quite sexless.
All though she was making a success of her own business she wasn’t a very popular figure in the workplace of her uncles, although she was very efficient, she had no one there she could really call a friend among her colleagues, and to say the least Fiona appeared aloof.
So it was with some surprise that Guy Merchant found himself one day casting his eye over her in a lascivious manner.
(Part 02)
Guy Merchant was a buyer for Hanratty’s Department Store in Abbottsford, and he was fast approaching his thirtieth birthday and was a confirmed Batchelor.
He was not by any definition, a ladies man, but had not been completely unsuccessful in the pursuit of women, despite his Batchelor status.
He had no particular “type” when it came to women, he was not so successful with the opposite sex that he could afford to discard possible companions based on something as superficial as hair colour, body shape or breast size.
But not by any criteria imaginable did he ever think that the sight of Fiona Burnham would cause a blip on his radar.
He had known Fiona for about 5 years when she worked for her uncle but when she set up on her own she was in a colleague’s territory so he lost touch, and even when she moved to Mornington she was still not in his area, but when Hanratty’s restructured, Premier Lace ended up on his turf.
When he arrived in Mornington he drove up and parked outside Premier Lace and expected to find Fiona very much unchanged but he couldn’t have been more wrong.
As he walked in he saw Fiona was no longer wearing thick framed glasses and her red hair was no longer swept back off her face but hung in soft red curls with a delicate fascinator balanced on her head and above her ear was a small floral arrangement.
When he first saw her standing there he did a double take, and stared quite hard until he was convinced it was her.
Instead of the familiar drab office clothes he was accustomed to see her in she was wearing a pale pink dress which showed a shape he had never noticed before, he knew obviously she had a massive breasts, it was impossible for her to conceal such wonders, but they were now more exquisitely defined in the bodice of what he interpreted to be a bridesmaids dress, which was open at the back and plunging at the front, the result of which was that he spent more time than was strictly necessary just staring at her bust, confused as to what exactly was holding them up.
Finally lifting his gaze above the level of her chest he noticed she was wearing makeup on her face and something he had never seen before, a smile, and the addition of that smile made her very pretty.
Fiona suddenly became aware Guy was watching her and as their eyes briefly met she blushed which was when she steeled herself, took a deep breath and walked gracefully towards him, not on her usual functional items of footwear but on stylish stiletto heeled shoes.
“Hello Guy” she said avoiding eye contact “how lovely to see you again”
“Likewise, wow Fiona” he said “you look stunning”
“Thank you” she said and blushed again
“A little overdressed for a meeting though I would have thought” he added
“Ah there’s a reason for that” she said and giggled as two more bridesmaids and a bride suddenly appeared.
Fiona explained that one of her oldest friends had got married the month before in Mornington but when they returned from honeymoon they discovered that the whole wedding album was a disaster.
So they were getting all the principles together again to retake the photos courtesy of the Kilbourne sisters and the Digitize Image Lab.
And they had been doing it all morning and it had taken longer than expected.
Just when she finished explaining one of the photographers called for the principles again and she said
“Here we go again”
It was outside in the June sunshine as he waited for the photographer to complete his play book that he spotted her again while he was indulging in another spot of appraisal but it was another ten minutes before they resumed their conversation
“So do you want to rearrange the meeting for another time?” Guy asked
“We’re all done now so yes and no” she replied
“Now I’m confused” Guy said
“I know” she confessed “Let me get changed and I’ll explain over lunch”
“Well don’t change on my account” he said
“Don’t worry I won’t wear anything frumpy” Fiona said
Fifteen minutes later she returned and good to her word she wasn’t dressed frumpily at all and had swapped her bridesmaids dress for a summer dress and Guy thought she looked gorgeous
“Wow definitely not frumpy” he pointed out
“Thank you” Fiona said and blushed
(Part 03)
As they walked down to the Old Mill Inn he felt rather shamefaced for fawning over Fiona and feeling flattered by her familiarity when in the past he wouldn’t have paid her any attention or welcomed any approach from her.
Guy couldn’t believe his luck that he was having lunch with her, not only at the same table but she was seated right next to her.
One course followed another as did the glasses of wine and as the deserts were arriving Guy asked
“So how come there are two totally different Fiona’s?”
“What do you mean?” she asked
“Well the one I’m with now and the girl in the sensible footwear”
“Well ordinarily I’m quite shy” she confessed “and I don’t make friends easily”
“But today you’re bubbly and confident” he said
“That’s because I know everyone and they know me, the real me, I don’t have to pretend and I don’t have to hide” Fiona said
“So why did you hide?” Guy asked
“It started when I first got promoted” She said “partly so people would take me seriously in the position and partly because I wanted to desexualize myself”
“But it didn’t work” Guy said
“No, they just ended up disliking me” she admitted “then it was difficult to undo what I’d done without looking silly so I was stuck with it”
“Oh I see” he said
“It did have its compensations” she said “because I was never a target for unwanted sexual advances in the workplace”
“But when I set up on my own I reinvented myself” she said “And here I am”
Coffee followed desert which was in turn followed by more wine, then it occurred to Guy that he had drunk too much and wouldn’t be driving home.
So it was with a light head and a lascivious eye that Guy enquired if there was somewhere to stay and as luck would have it the Old Mill Inn had several guest rooms and they had a vacancy.
After he had reserved a room Fiona suggested a walk in the fresh air to clear their heads and once outside she steered Guy towards Church Bridge and when they were half way across he said
“When I asked you earlier if you wanted to rearrange the meeting for another time, you replied “Yes and no””
“I did”
“So what did you mean?” Guy asked
“What I meant was that I didn’t need you cancel today’s meeting but I do want to see you again” she replied but he completely missed her meaning and Fiona smiled and they carried on walking and as they left the bridge and joined the Riverside path Guy stopped and said
“You know I think you should have shown everyone at the old place the real you” he said
“Because I’m sure they would have liked you as much as I do”
“I’m not interested in what they might think” Fiona said standing very close to him
“I only care what one of them thinks”
Guy was gazing into her eyes and the penny still hadn’t dropped as he said
“It was very fortunate then that Premier Lace ended up in my territory”
“Your new boss Sean Feely made sure of that” Fiona confessed
“Why would he do that?” Guy asked
“Because I asked him too” she confessed
“Why...” he began and then the penny finally did drop
“Oh”
“Is that a problem?” she asked
“No not at all” he replied and as they stood together beside the River Brooke in the sun she did what she had dreamt of doing for five years and kissed him.
Twenty eight year old Fiona Burnham lived alone in the village of Mornington-By-Mere, which is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
But Mornington-By-Mere is not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it is the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale and there were a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere road and Dulcets Lane which form the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside where Fiona lived in a small two bedroom cottage in the row of West Gate Cottages on the banks of the River Brooke.
She had only lived there full time for around 6 months when she finally sold her house in Purplemere and moved to the village.
Her brother had lived in the house before her and she often visited him there and she had fallen in love with the place and when he married a missionary and left for a new life in China, she took over the tenancy.
She was a hard working girl and for the last two years she had run her own business, Premier Lace.
Having made the decision to move herself and the business to the village the latter happened in a much more timely fashion than the former.
She was from a good Christian family and although she wasn’t as devout as her brother she was strong in her faith and had an unerring work ethic.
Fiona left school at the age of 15 and began working for her Uncle Normans import/export textile business.
But after ten years her uncle died and the company was sold.
Fiona was left a substantial bequest in his will so she used it to start her own business, and she did very well very quickly, but there was always something lacking.
Fiona was a statuesque young woman, tall and straight backed, which in itself was quite an achievement, considering the challenge for her to stand upright due to the size of her breasts which were on the large side of substantial, which were surmounted, much to her embarrassment, by very large nipples, in an almost perpetual state of arousal, which was why she was known around the office as “Miss pencil rubbers”.
But despite her particular attributes that would normally stir the blood of any self-respecting red bloodied man she was not given a second look in that regard.
She wore horn rimmed glasses and her red hair was scraped back severely from her face, which itself bore no makeup.
Her clothing was of good quality, though lacking in style, and her footwear was functional rather than aesthetic and she exuded a mannish air, and men generally thought on the whole that Fiona Burnham was quite sexless.
All though she was making a success of her own business she wasn’t a very popular figure in the workplace of her uncles, although she was very efficient, she had no one there she could really call a friend among her colleagues, and to say the least Fiona appeared aloof.
So it was with some surprise that Guy Merchant found himself one day casting his eye over her in a lascivious manner.
(Part 02)
Guy Merchant was a buyer for Hanratty’s Department Store in Abbottsford, and he was fast approaching his thirtieth birthday and was a confirmed Batchelor.
He was not by any definition, a ladies man, but had not been completely unsuccessful in the pursuit of women, despite his Batchelor status.
He had no particular “type” when it came to women, he was not so successful with the opposite sex that he could afford to discard possible companions based on something as superficial as hair colour, body shape or breast size.
But not by any criteria imaginable did he ever think that the sight of Fiona Burnham would cause a blip on his radar.
He had known Fiona for about 5 years when she worked for her uncle but when she set up on her own she was in a colleague’s territory so he lost touch, and even when she moved to Mornington she was still not in his area, but when Hanratty’s restructured, Premier Lace ended up on his turf.
When he arrived in Mornington he drove up and parked outside Premier Lace and expected to find Fiona very much unchanged but he couldn’t have been more wrong.
As he walked in he saw Fiona was no longer wearing thick framed glasses and her red hair was no longer swept back off her face but hung in soft red curls with a delicate fascinator balanced on her head and above her ear was a small floral arrangement.
When he first saw her standing there he did a double take, and stared quite hard until he was convinced it was her.
Instead of the familiar drab office clothes he was accustomed to see her in she was wearing a pale pink dress which showed a shape he had never noticed before, he knew obviously she had a massive breasts, it was impossible for her to conceal such wonders, but they were now more exquisitely defined in the bodice of what he interpreted to be a bridesmaids dress, which was open at the back and plunging at the front, the result of which was that he spent more time than was strictly necessary just staring at her bust, confused as to what exactly was holding them up.
Finally lifting his gaze above the level of her chest he noticed she was wearing makeup on her face and something he had never seen before, a smile, and the addition of that smile made her very pretty.
Fiona suddenly became aware Guy was watching her and as their eyes briefly met she blushed which was when she steeled herself, took a deep breath and walked gracefully towards him, not on her usual functional items of footwear but on stylish stiletto heeled shoes.
“Hello Guy” she said avoiding eye contact “how lovely to see you again”
“Likewise, wow Fiona” he said “you look stunning”
“Thank you” she said and blushed again
“A little overdressed for a meeting though I would have thought” he added
“Ah there’s a reason for that” she said and giggled as two more bridesmaids and a bride suddenly appeared.
Fiona explained that one of her oldest friends had got married the month before in Mornington but when they returned from honeymoon they discovered that the whole wedding album was a disaster.
So they were getting all the principles together again to retake the photos courtesy of the Kilbourne sisters and the Digitize Image Lab.
And they had been doing it all morning and it had taken longer than expected.
Just when she finished explaining one of the photographers called for the principles again and she said
“Here we go again”
It was outside in the June sunshine as he waited for the photographer to complete his play book that he spotted her again while he was indulging in another spot of appraisal but it was another ten minutes before they resumed their conversation
“So do you want to rearrange the meeting for another time?” Guy asked
“We’re all done now so yes and no” she replied
“Now I’m confused” Guy said
“I know” she confessed “Let me get changed and I’ll explain over lunch”
“Well don’t change on my account” he said
“Don’t worry I won’t wear anything frumpy” Fiona said
Fifteen minutes later she returned and good to her word she wasn’t dressed frumpily at all and had swapped her bridesmaids dress for a summer dress and Guy thought she looked gorgeous
“Wow definitely not frumpy” he pointed out
“Thank you” Fiona said and blushed
(Part 03)
As they walked down to the Old Mill Inn he felt rather shamefaced for fawning over Fiona and feeling flattered by her familiarity when in the past he wouldn’t have paid her any attention or welcomed any approach from her.
Guy couldn’t believe his luck that he was having lunch with her, not only at the same table but she was seated right next to her.
One course followed another as did the glasses of wine and as the deserts were arriving Guy asked
“So how come there are two totally different Fiona’s?”
“What do you mean?” she asked
“Well the one I’m with now and the girl in the sensible footwear”
“Well ordinarily I’m quite shy” she confessed “and I don’t make friends easily”
“But today you’re bubbly and confident” he said
“That’s because I know everyone and they know me, the real me, I don’t have to pretend and I don’t have to hide” Fiona said
“So why did you hide?” Guy asked
“It started when I first got promoted” She said “partly so people would take me seriously in the position and partly because I wanted to desexualize myself”
“But it didn’t work” Guy said
“No, they just ended up disliking me” she admitted “then it was difficult to undo what I’d done without looking silly so I was stuck with it”
“Oh I see” he said
“It did have its compensations” she said “because I was never a target for unwanted sexual advances in the workplace”
“But when I set up on my own I reinvented myself” she said “And here I am”
Coffee followed desert which was in turn followed by more wine, then it occurred to Guy that he had drunk too much and wouldn’t be driving home.
So it was with a light head and a lascivious eye that Guy enquired if there was somewhere to stay and as luck would have it the Old Mill Inn had several guest rooms and they had a vacancy.
After he had reserved a room Fiona suggested a walk in the fresh air to clear their heads and once outside she steered Guy towards Church Bridge and when they were half way across he said
“When I asked you earlier if you wanted to rearrange the meeting for another time, you replied “Yes and no””
“I did”
“So what did you mean?” Guy asked
“What I meant was that I didn’t need you cancel today’s meeting but I do want to see you again” she replied but he completely missed her meaning and Fiona smiled and they carried on walking and as they left the bridge and joined the Riverside path Guy stopped and said
“You know I think you should have shown everyone at the old place the real you” he said
“Because I’m sure they would have liked you as much as I do”
“I’m not interested in what they might think” Fiona said standing very close to him
“I only care what one of them thinks”
Guy was gazing into her eyes and the penny still hadn’t dropped as he said
“It was very fortunate then that Premier Lace ended up in my territory”
“Your new boss Sean Feely made sure of that” Fiona confessed
“Why would he do that?” Guy asked
“Because I asked him too” she confessed
“Why...” he began and then the penny finally did drop
“Oh”
“Is that a problem?” she asked
“No not at all” he replied and as they stood together beside the River Brooke in the sun she did what she had dreamt of doing for five years and kissed him.
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