Hi Guys
Well, I've dipped my toes as you might say, with Joan's story, "Horny Holiday Fun", I have left in, below the source of the stories, as I introduce Ethel's Tale, well, her first tale as I am sure she will have more adventures to tell us about.
My name is Julie; a long time reader of Literotica, one of a small group of similar ladies, all of us friends for quite a number of years. We are not youngsters, at present the youngest of us is in her fifties. The group is not a closed arena, some will arrive, and some alas will depart. Some of us were married, some not, some divorced, and some widowed our common factor now is that we are alone. We could, if there were just thirteen of us, be called "The Coven Club."
We share similar interests, we are all horny in various ways, and when we are not reading and discussing the content of your site we chat about our own experiences and tales from the past, and to be honest, our current activities.
A recent discussion encompassed the idea of recording our stories, and possibly putting them on the web. Our lives, language and styles are a lot different to the stories and things we see on Literotica, but we do think they may entertain your readers. I was elected to write up the stories, memories of our group. I will write as far as possible in the words used by the contributor, but I do think I may have to resort to a thesaurus from time to time. Well, the girls can be a bit crude.
Let me first tell a little about Ethel.
Ethel is a divorcee. Today she is in her mid seventies. Still has a nicely rounded figure, nothing spectacular, very, I suppose one would say mumsy. Greying, but still with a hint of the mousey brown she used to be. Because she was always a bit quiet at our get togethers we were all a little surprised when after several glasses of wine one evening she announced to us all that she had enjoyed an extra marital affair. Here is the story she told of how it started.
My marriage was more than a bit rocky. I had known for a while that my husband, Eddy, had been playing around He looked on me more as a convenience when he couldn't get his rations elsewhere. It wasn't that I didn't make the effort, I did, I always made myself available if he wanted, but having been brushed off when I had needs I didn't start things anymore.
It was a few years back now, and Eddy didn't find out about my affair until a long time after our divorce and then he had the nerve to ask why!!!
I worked in a bakers shop on a main road, in the Bristol area, life at work was not always comfortable, the road outside was being redeveloped, so the place was like a construction site. I used to travel the mile or so to work on a moped I had taken on when one of my sons moved on to a car. I certainly found it chilly round my lower whiskers during the winter months, with the draft up my skirt.
I think it was a Monday evening when Eddy came in late and snuggled up. I could smell perfume on him that I knew was not mine. I had been alone watching television on my own, and had quietly fumed and gone through a bottle of wine, I had expected Eddy for dinner and that had gone in the bin. Eddy had been "down the pub" so say, but strange there was no smell of beer. I pushed him away.
"Piss off you bastard" I got up and walked out of the room. He followed.
"What's that about? Can't I snuggle up to my wife for a bit of comfort now?"
"No you bloody can't. If you couldn't get it from your usual girlfriend you are not getting it from me."
"You know you want to."
"No, you only want me when she says no. So you can go without."
I went into the bedroom and jammed a chair under the door handle.
"I can't open the door"
"Use the spare room. You're not sleeping in my bed tonight, come to think, get used to it, we'll have separate rooms at least for a while."
"Bitch."
That was the last I heard that night, but I was mad. I didn't sleep much; by the morning I had decided that what was good for him was good for me. I was still in a foul mood as I went to my work. Several days a week I started work at ten in morning and worked until five. The afternoons I generally worked alone. Up until about two o'clock there were half a dozen of us to attend the customers. There was one driver on the construction crew who came in about lunchtime for packed lunches for the office staff, who also came in the afternoon, for a quick chat if he was passing by.
I won't say my workmates fancied him, but there were ribald comments made each time after he left the shop. Today was no different.
"Nice arse!"
"I could do him a favour."
"Never mind that, he could do me a favour"
"Wow Mrs. Get in Line."
Those comments had never got to me before but today, the mood I was in, I thought
"Hang on there, yes, he could do me a favour, yes, I'll go for that and see if I can get his interest."
Ben was a bit of a flirt with all the girls, mind you, they were all younger than me, although he was quite cheeky when he looked in during the afternoons. I decided that tomorrow, when I only started at noon, I would see what I could do. I was pleased to see Ben that afternoon, and I am sure he could not have known of my ideas when we chatted. Yes, he was definitely flirting with me.
I smiled and asked "Are you flirting with me?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Now there's a question to ask a lady, every lady likes being flirted with."
"Who am I to deny a lady a little pleasure? "Particularly one with such lovely hair."
"Compliments like that will get you anywhere!"
"Now who is flirting?" he turned to leave, it was just a few moments.
"Are you going to be in tomorrow afternoon?"
"Could be."
The door slammed behind him leaving me to plot my moves. Well you know how it is; you have to stack the deck in your own favour. Most of my work in the afternoon is behind the scenes, so plenty of time to work things out as I did the preparation for tomorrow's business. I noticed for the first time that when I went to the fridge, and stood for a few moments that my nipples came up. Noted!
What could I do to enhance my chances? I experimented with the top of my overall, leaving first one then two buttons open, the two button was better, showed off my thirty eights to greater advantage. Now which bra shall I wear? Shower and shampoo in the morning, take it from there. I have to be honest, the girl's comments, and my new interest, and the bit of flirting, I was warming to the idea of bedding this guy, but I had to get him first, and the more I thought, the more I planned, the hornier and wetter I got. I usually had to put the "Back in Five Minutes" sign up at some stage during the afternoon while I nipped off to the toilet and also brewed a cup of tea. Today I had a more pressing need of that short break. A couple of vigorous fingers in the hairy pie was essential.
I was really high going into work on the Wednesday. The girls commented on my mood, and suggested that my Eddy had given me a seeing to, they could be so crude, if only they knew what I was up to... They didn't so I let them think Eddy was the reason. I had really worked on what I wanted. I know I wasn't going on a date, but I put on my sexiest knickers and bra, and I can tell you, on that moped it was drafty! I thought it would put me in the mood to try to win this guy and I was certainly horny.
I thought the morning shift would never go home, but eventually they did. I prepared myself for what I hoped would be a chance to date Ben. I saw the vehicle pass the shop; I was so excited that I was nearly wetting myself.
I wanted to make 'an entrance' so I waited in the back of the shop. Then the shop bell tinkled.
"I won't be a minute."
I undid the two top buttons, then opened the fridge and shoved my tits in as expected up came my nipples. I was so wet down below I might just as well have peed myself!
"Sorry to keep you."
I stepped into the shop. My disappointment must have been obvious, no Ben, just one of his mates.
"No Ben?" I enquired
"He's in the bank; I expect he will be in shortly. Two buns please."
My hands shook as I served him and watched as he left the shop. I was still determined make my "Entrance" so I went back to the rear of the shop. I opened the fridge and topped up my tits, pulled my cleavage as low as I could, then when the bell tinkled I stepped out into the shop.
"Oh it's you, hello."
"Well hello gorgeous! My mate said you looked fit to fuck! And he wasn't wrong."
I blushed deep red. "Oh my God, he didn't did he?
"Certainly did"
"You wouldn't want an old boiler like me."
"You don't look much like an old boiler to me. If you weren't married I would ..."
"Does the married bit matter then?"
"Not to me, but I thought perhaps to you?"
"So long as my "old man" doesn't find out I don't mind."
"That would be up to you. Would you like to come out one evening? We could have a chat, see what happens?"
"Are you serious." This was more or less what I was angling for.
"Question is, are you? When can you make it?"
"Tomorrow evening, He's on late shift, and so long as I am back by eleven I should be OK."
