Authors note.
This is chapter 35 of an ongoing series of true stories about myself Pippa, and my hubby John.
Our experiences, and the people we met and....interacted with on our journey during the past 12 years.
I normally post in the exhibition/ voyeur section but as this part of our story involves mainly an interracial theme I have decided to put the next few chapters here.
As this is an ongoing collection of stories that is new to this category, I will here give a brief description.
Series of true stories charting the awakening of a shy lady's promiscuous nature and her subsequent journey to becoming a hot wife.
Pippa and John married couple, at the time of chapter 35 she late 30's he early 40's.
In a threesome relationship with their friend Dave. These next few chapters describe Pippa's first interracial experience, being 'loaned out' to Dave's elderly Indian friend.
Sammy, the bus driver.
Ok, so this is the part of our story that as previously mentioned, the reader may struggle to believe, and I don't blame you.
However I can assure you that it did happen, I have very fond memories of it... my time with a certain gentleman....
This began after our first christmas together as a threesome with our good friend Dave. Before the mystery watcher in the woods, it was early february and I'd recently turned 38.
It was a cold wintry sunday morning, sleet was falling outside the kitchen window as I recall.
We were sat having breakfast together, myself, John and Dave, after an exhaustive saturday nights debauchery...
The boys had finished their bacon and eggs, greedy bugger's always wolfed it down, but then....I had drained their energy during the night so they needed it.
I was just finishing mine when Dave began a conversation, breaking the silence that often occupies a meal time.
He began by asking if I still liked much older guys?
By then we'd known Dave for a good 5 months so he knew all my kinks and fetishes....well...almost all.
I replied that I did, then asked him why?
He then looked quite thoughtful while sipping his mug of tea, the look suggested he was mulling something over...
So I prompted him, "Well?....What is it... what's on your mind?"
He slowly put his tea down, still with that thoughtful look, then asked how old do I like them?
Now it was my turn to look thoughtful, as thoughtful as you can be with a hangover and aching fanny...that is.
Surprisingly I'd not given much thought to how old I'd go, I quickly decided that as long as he could perform there was no age limit so replied with a grin, "The older the better."
Dave studied me for a moment then said, "I...see."
He said it slowly, overemphasising.
Then proceeded to go quiet again, leaving the ball in my court once more.
Frustrated, I asked, "Well?....come on?...spit it out."
Dave seemed a little reluctant, almost furtive.
Glancing from me to John and back again.
By now John had also taken a keen interest in our friends odd behaviour.
Dave had our full attention.
He took another sip from his mug, then said, "Well... there's this guy I know....a friend...I've known him a few months...and...well I had an idea...I think he might be interested in meeting you."
Now this was interesting, both my own and John's ears pricked up at this news....Dave's friend... interested in meeting me?
I was full of questions as you can imagine. However, Dave reluctantly refused to divulge too much.
Telling us that he wasn't sure yet and it would spoil the surprise.
He was quite evasive, which got me even more curious.
However, despite my attempts, Dave wouldn't be drawn any more on the subject, merely saying that it was best if we leave it with him and to trust him.
Before he left that morning, he asked if I could show this friend of his a picture of me. Not a naughty one just a facial picture so he could see what I looked like.
I agreed, feeling frustrated. But there was little else I could do.
After he'd gone all we could talk about was Dave and his mystery friend.
We only had one clue, the guys age.
Dave had asked how old I liked them, so clearly he was talking about someone much older than us.
Looming large over the shoulder of the age thing was the exciting possibility of a foursome...
I'd never done that before, not at that point in time anyway.
The week that followed was both intensely exciting and equally frustrating.
Despite my best efforts over the phone, Dave just kept repeating.... to trust him.
Eventually we did get a text from Dave on thursday night, it simply said, 'I got good news my friend wants to meet you will explain saturday trust me!'
I knew better than to ask any questions so replied, 'ok' and left it at that.
However my simple reply belied the turmoil raging within not just myself but my husband too.
Excitement and anticipation...who was this guy?
That week was one of the most tense of my life!
Eventually saturday arrived and with it an enthusiastic Dave.
Not just because of the night ahead and all its delights but also, he had something exciting to tell us.
We all went into our living room, I was dressed in my 'around the house' clothes, nothing special, joggers and jumper. I would get changed into something naughty later, it was John's turn to choose the outfit for that night.
And so, with drinks in hand and sitting comfortably on our sofa....Dave began telling us about his friend....my mystery admirer.
He took a big swig from his can of stella, then, leant forward in his seat, watching me closely.
"Alright....I suppose it's a good job your sat down for this....here goes...my friend's name is Samir....or Sammy as I know him...he's an Indian gent....and he's eighty six years old."
As soon as I heard that number, my eyes widened in total surprise, I had an idea he would be quite old.....but this...
Silence filled the room, albeit briefly, as my husband suddenly broke it with a vocal echo of what I was thinking.
"Eighty six!...."
The words rang loud with an incredulous tone....repeating, "Eighty six?....fuck off!"
The last part was said with a sarcastic mocking tongue.
Our friend, unfazed, continued staring at me, soaking up my surprised expression.
He began nodding, a confident grin spreading across his face, glancing once at John before returning his gaze to me.
"Yep...I know...it's true...he used to be on our books at the council...he was a client of mine...I've seen his birthdate there in black and white... he is eighty six."
I opened my mouth to say something but again, John had read my mind and said what I was about to.
"Whoa...wait a minute...this guys eighty six yeah?...well...how do you know he can still do anything?"
A valid question, and one which Dave then went on to answer.
Starting from the beginning, Dave told us that he'd first met Sammy through work, he'd gone out to assess him for some special equipment to help him around the house as he was having problems with mobility, he suffers from arthritis.
Well, on seeing the name of who he had the appointment with, Dave vaguely recognised it, but couldn't remember properly until he saw him when he went to visit.
His was a face from the past, a familiar, well known and well liked individual. And despite the ravages of time Dave still recognised his old bus driver.
Sammy used to do the route that passed through the village Dave lived in many years ago.
Known throughout that area simply as, Sammy the bus driver.
"Well... after I showed him my I.D he invited me in but I didn't say anything at first...it was weird because he kept looking at me...like he remembered you know?... But couldn't place me."
Dave explained that during the assessment Sammy suddenly raised his finger and levelled it at him, "I know you", he said.
And that was it, Dave had been in his late teens and catching the bus to work many years earlier when he and Sammy had built up a friendship, while riding on the bus.
They exchanged nostalgic memories and were chatting well into Dave's next appointment schedule.
During their conversation, our friend found out that Sammy was really struggling on his own, his wife had died years previously and he had no children or family support.
And what with failing health...
And so, kind hearted Dave had begun to help Sammy, out of work hours.
Taking him to doctors appointments, food shopping etc.
Then came a big change, Sammy had to give up his council house, it was getting too much for him and he was moved to a sheltered housing facility.
Beaulah grove. I knew of the place, it was not far from where we lived, about a half mile.
It was during his friends time here that Dave made a surprising discovery.
Dave had kept on seeing Sammy, helping him out and social visits too, they would often have a drink together on an evening sometimes chatting away about the old days till late.
Sammy was lonely and appreciated Dave's company.
"Well...it was about a fortnight ago...."
Dave said, after cracking open another can of stella.
"....Sammy asked me to help him with his computer...an email account he was trying to set up....you know the elderly and technology!"
