Mary Tales 3

By Mary Tales

Collecting Mary Tales Shots 5, 6, 7 & 8

Mary Tales Shots #5

Rain Starts Play

It's John and Karen's third date. They're supposed to be having a picnic, but it's raining, so they'll have to think of something else to do instead.....

Mary Tales Shots #6: Tied and Teased

Fingers and Thumbs

There are few better ways to wake than with your lover's gentle fingers playing with you.

Tied

She's helpless on the bed, hands tied above her head and eyes covered with a mask. She can only imagine what he shall do and wait for his teasing to begin.

Mary Tales Shots 7: Sex in the Woods

Something is stirring amongst the trees, and it's very horny.

In "If you go down to the woods" Sally takes Mark to the wood at the bottom of her parents' garden, where she used to run around naked. Whilst a "Bicycle Race" stops being competitive and quickly becomes erotic.

They walked down the garden from the bungalow. "The river runs around a couple of sides, and there's a fence. With the motorway it's completely enclosed and private." As Sally climbed over the stile Mark couldn't help but glance up the wide legs of her culottes, just catching a glance of her knickers. Sally stood on the other side of the stile, smiling back, "I used to come down here and take my clothes off and run around naked. I was only caught a couple of times."
"Really? How old were you when you did this?"
"The last time was last summer. I think it's time to do it again. Catch me." Sally ran off into the wood, disappearing behind a tree.
Mark was over the stile in a bound. When he rounded the tree Sally was nowhere to be seen, but her culottes had been dropped on the ground. There was a rustle, and Mark caught sight of Sally's black and white striped top and long legs as she skipped between smaller trees. She knew her way through the trees- it was her wood after all- he had to bumble through hoping not to trip over a root. He cut across toward the area she had been heading for.
Up ahead a fallen trunk leant against a much larger oak. Mark jumped up and grabbed one of the oak's branches, swinging over the deadwood. He tripped when he landed, tumbled and came to a halt staring at Sally's knickers, which hung from a branch. She was across a small clearing, smiling at him around a tree. With a giggle she disappeared from view.

Mary Tales Shots #8: One Dirty Night in Paris

Mark is in Paris, but there's not much time for sightseeing when he meets Australian backpacker Kary. After bumping heads as they go for the same butt plug she asks for a demonstration of how it's used and things just get wilder from then on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mary Tales
• Release date: Oct 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301522033

Mary Tales

With a surname like Tales, what else could young Mary do. She's a very naughty lady with a vivid imagination, and she wants to share it with you.

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Mary Tales 3

Mary Tales

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Copyright 2012

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Contents

Rain Starts Play

Fingers and Thumbs

Tied

If you go down to the woods

Bicycle Race

One Dirty Night In Paris

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Rain Starts Play

Neither John nor Karen had believed in Internet dating. They had both signed up out of curiosity and only a little optimism. They had each had a couple of dates which convinced them they were right before they had found each other. After passing a few messages back and forth they arranged a date, which had gone well, and led to a second. They had kissed at the end of the second date. Nothing too racy, but more than just a quick peck on the cheek. For their third date they had arranged a Saturday together, with a picnic in the park before going to a mini music festival which was on near Karen's apartment building.

The three day run of good weather broke early on Saturday morning and it started to rain. And showed no sign of stopping. Staring at it from his kitchen window as he cleared away the breakfast crockery John sighed. He texted Karen, 'Looks like picnic in the park is off. Would you like to do something else?'

The response, almost immediate, was, 'Come into town. We can have a beer and decide what to do then. I'm not letting shitty weather spoil my Saturday. See you at noon.'

Cheered up by the invitation, John calculated he had enough time for a shower and a shave before umming and aahing over just what he should wear.

By the time John got to the pub, the same one their previous dates had started at, the effort he'd put into choosing his outfit had been negated by the shower that caught him on the way from the bus stop. Karen, already at the bar, looked at him and tried not to smile. It's raining again?

It started bucketing down about a minute ago. I think I saw Noah down a side street.

Karen bought John a pint and they walked to the back of the pub. They sat side by side on a big leather sofa with a view of the whole pub and plotted their next move. Karen had a long raincoat, draped over the arm of the sofa, but beneath it had worn the same summer dress she would have if they had gone on their picnic. It stopped just below her knees and, when she crossed her legs and let one idly swing as she thought, John had shapely calves to appreciate. Everything I had planned for today was outside. he admitted, Do you have any ideas what we could do?

Well I had an idea for later on which was indoors. We could bring it forward.

Okay. What was your plan?

I thought we could go back to my place, it's just across the road, and have sex. Karen delivered the suggestion with a smile then quickly took a drink of her wine.

That sounds better than anything I was going to come up with. By a long way.

I hoped you'd like it. Let's finish our drinks then head over when the rain eases.

Karen's apartment was on the third floor. They took the lift, which felt far warmer at the end of the short trip. Karen led John a short way along the corridor and into her apartment.

They stood just inside the door, momentarily uncertain. Their bags dropped to the floor and they took a step closer. Karen stood on tiptoe and John leaned toward her and they kissed.

It started as a gentle,