I was 18 in 1992 and, although still at school (6 form) I worked part time in a local pub. It was a man's pub and there were always plenty of lewd comments and leg pulling with us young barmaids. It was mostly good natured, although I'm not sure my dad would have approved had he heard some of it.
A regular in the pub was an older gentleman called Bill who was always very polite to us girls and never let any of the lads get too carried away and us girls really liked him. He was a distinguished looking man, impeccable manners and very kind and generous.
One Christmas the village were putting up Christmas lights and all the locals in the pub and a few of us girls from behind the bar made our way out to watch the festivities. After a few minutes I started to get cold and was going to make my way in when Bill asked if I was ok, and on hearing I was cold, opened his coat and invited me to snuggle into him.
He soon enveloped me and innocently hugged me into his body, and we watched the 'Big Switch on' and listened to the speeches and carol singers. As I stood close to Bill, I could feel something poking into my back, and first I was confused but soon realised that he was getting an erection, which I found quite flattering. I soon found reason to go up on to tiptoes, making out to see better, but actually making more effort to rub against his intriguing bulge. I couldn't be sure if he knew what I was doing and thought that if we both were oblivious it could be passed off as innocent as the kindly hug that he was giving me.
As the show ended, I turned and gave Bill a peck on the cheek and thanked him and he gave me his customary wink and we made our way back into the pub. Nothing was said by either of us and no reference to our 'hug' all night and just before closing time he said his goodbyes and I joined the rest of the staff clearing away for the night.
Two days later, on my way home from school, I popped into the pub to pick up my money from Tracey, the landlady, and saw Bill at the bar. We nodded to one another, and he offered to buy me a drink, so I asked for a coke and sat next to him, and we passed the time of day.
When I finished the coke, I made to get up and he got up too, swigging the last of his vodka and tonic and said he'd walk with me. Bill lived in a big house on the way to mine so we left together.
It was already dark outside, and the sky was clear, and I looked up at the stars, Bill then put his arm around me and pointed to a group of stars and told me what they were called, I think it was the Plough. He then continued to chat about the stars which I found interesting and told him so. When we got to his house, he said he had the ideal book for someone looking to learn about astronomy and would I like to borrow it. I wanted to be polite and said that I did, and we walked up to his front door, and he invited me in. His house was lovely, and although his wife had died a few years ago it looked perfectly maintained and tidy. He took me into his study and got the book, it was quite a small room, so we were standing quite close to one another when he turned to me, and as I took the book from him, he gently moved towards me and gently kissed me on the lips. It felt so nice and so sweet I didn't recoil and when his hands came up to my face to gently hold me, I didn't resist when he went in for another kiss. My entire body language was screaming at him not to stop but when he did, he said, "I really enjoyed that cuddle watching the lights the other day" and gave me a more seductive wink than his normal friendly one.
"Yes, I did too Bill" I replied, "you are a lovely, decent man".
