Jaquie is a fairly ordinary looking woman a reasonable figure & nicely rounded. By her own admission she would say that she had often been called a tart. She told us that she was not a tart ( yeah right) but she did like her oats and would take what she could get. Here is her tale.
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I used to work in a bank, I won't tell you which one, enough to say it was one of the big high street ones, in a West Country town not far from Bristol. The year was 1980, and the bank is long gone, and the guy concerned in my adventure has moved on too.
And me? Well, now I am older, boring, and respectable, but it doesn't change my story.
I worked as a cashier, and I liked lingerie, wearing it, taking it off and showing it off. I wasn't one of the most popular of girls, I wasn't particularly a looker, but I was quite popular with the male customers, and some of them were quite cheeky which I didn't mind and some of the others did and that meant I was not that popular with all my colleagues.
I lived on my own in a flat in the town. Small and bijou would just about describe it, big enough for me and room to entertain a guest if you know what I mean.
One work mate was a chap called Joe, he was alright. He lived about ten miles away; in a bed sitter I would have called him a friend, not a "boyfriend" although I wouldn't have refused him. Joe lived not far from my parents, a bit older than me and a bit of a "square" but he was alright.
It became quite a regular event for me to get a lift from him when I wanted to visit my parents. He would collect me from my flat and drop me at my parent's door. That saved me the cost and annoyance of public transport.
We became quite good friends and our conversations were quite saucy at times, but he was a real gentleman. Of course he knew of my reputation and he knew I was supposed to have loose elastic in my knickers, and had he tried I would have welcomed him into my bed, but he made no attempt.
Things changed in a way I could never have guessed one summer Thursday afternoon.
Wednesday, I was busy at work when Joe passed my position.
"Joe, Ok for a lift home on Friday?" I asked.
Joe stopped.
"'fraid not, I am away on Thursday, and not back for a few days. A problem at the dentists. You know you are always welcome otherwise."
"Ok," I whispered, "how about Thursday?"
"No problem, provided you don't mind the wait at the dentists. I am working Thursday morning, so I would collect you about one ish."
"Fine! See you then."
That, in a nutshell was the start of it.
Thursday, about one ish, I had skipped work, phoned in with the usual "women's problems", hoping to be Ok by Monday.
Imagine the situation, one ish, two ish, three, and still no sign of Joe. About three thirty there was an urgent rapping at my flat door accompanied by a similar urgent ringing of the door bell.
As I opened the door, Joe pushed past me into the flat.
"Where's the toilet?...Quick!"
"Round to the right!"
Joe ran in unzipping his trousers as he went. I followed on.
"What happened?"
He hadn't closed the door, and I stood behind him as he pissed noisily into the pan. As his flow was subsiding I stepped up behind him, reached round and took his dick in my hand directing the flow as it died.
Joe did not pull away.
"Bloody traffic!" he exclaimed, "I left work just before one, and have been stuck in the traffic since... Some sort of protest and an accident...My dentist's appointment is well missed, and by heck I needed that piss."
That was the most coarse I had ever heard from Joe, I was to hear more before the weekend was over. As he ceased to piss his dick started to thicken.
"You know what Joe, I have been dying to get my hands on your dick virtually ever since I started to travel with you. I have damned near wet my knickers often in your car just longing for it."
His dick by now was like a bar of steel.
"Well, now that you have it, what are you going to do with it?"
"All I can think is how I want to ride it! You know, get it up me."
What followed was crude in the extreme, Joe turned to face me, I grabbed hold of his cock again, he pushed me against the bathroom wall, shoved his hand up my skirt, raising it then tugged my knickers aside, poked his fingers in my hole then pulled them out... wet.
I just roughly aimed his dick at the area and hoped for the best. I was wet enough for it to just slide full length into me and we just fucked. I got my legs up and locked them behind his back as he hammered my pussy, I creamed in one continuous orgasm from the time he hit bottom until well after he spunked me. When he subsided and dropped out of me I said.
"I suppose you want a drink or something."
"That would be nice."
I staggered towards the kitchen, my knees wobbling as I held furniture and door frames to steady myself.
"Shiiit." I thought, "why didn't you go for it sooner you stupid bitch, It's better than anything you have had since you popped your bubble."
Holding firmly to the kitchen work surfaces; my legs had gone, I made black coffee. It had to be black, two reasons, I was broke, the main reason I wanted to go to my parent's, and payday wasn't until Monday. I'll tell you, I had to take the coffee into the lounge one cup at a time, I had to have one hand free to steady myself, I had been very well fucked and my legs were as weak as water.
"Black Coffee? Is that the best you can do?" Joe was clearly unimpressed.
"Sorry, I've got no milk. I ran out of both milk and funds yesterday hence I was going home to my mum's."
"I'll go to the corner shop" Joe volunteered
He took very few minutes to return with milk, and I used the time he was away to try to compose myself. I couldn't get away from the sensation I had of the hole in my body that had been vacated by his cock.
It still felt stretched but at this time not filled. The orgasms had died away when he dropped out of me but I felt absolutely shagged and at the same time both elated and hungry for more, more of that steel hard vigorous rampant cock.
"Milk!...you want some in your coffee?" Joe was back and after adding milk to both coffees he resettled himself in my favourite easy chair.
"What's this broke business?" Joe asked.
"Just that, I had a bit of a spend at the sales and I haven't enough to get through till payday so I decided I live on my mum for the last few days."
"Is that the only reason to go?"
"I suppose."
"I am going to the coast for the evening. Got nothing much to do until work on Monday. Would you like to come with me?"
"Would you drop me at mum's after?"
"Not necessarily."
" I might go to Tesco's and buy groceries, bring you back here, and spend the weekend fucking you."
To say I was shocked by Joe's directness would be an understatement. No more I suppose than I deserved based upon my interference of him less than an hour ago.
"Well, What do you say? Yes or no?"
It wasn't long before we were sitting in his car heading for Brean Down, some of you will know it, not far from Weston Super Mare, I had just about made time to change out of my spunk soaked knickers and give my pussy a wash before slipping into fresh silky Frenchies.
Having parked the car we started up to the top of the Down, there were a few stiles to cross on the way, and under the guise of giving me assistance over them Joe's hand went up under my skirt, I just wriggled my arse.
At the second stile the same happened again, but this time his hand went up the leg of my Frenchies. I was just at that time glad that his other hand was carrying a blanket. The two fingers he got into my pussy did not help me to get over the stile.
