Hi Guys
Well, I've dipped my toes as you might say, with Joan's story, "Horny Holiday Fun" and Ethel's tale, "Sauce for the Goose" I have left in, below the source of the stories, as I bring you the story Frankie told, this one is a bit longer than some and there promises to be a sequel to it so keep watching...
My name is Julie; a long time reader of Literotica, for the source of my posting, refer to my previous stories.
Mrs Thompson was one of the older ladies in our group, a little chubbie now, and walking with a stick, well at eighty nine I suppose that is to be expected. We meet her when we are in the midlands, and she does enjoy being with our little group we love her. We all head out to a restaurant or go to one of the other girl's houses for a sleep over. "Mrs T" lives in a residential home now, and I am sure still has her moments. Last time we were together she surprised us all when after a few Sherries she told us about her, as she called it, "bit of hanky panky." It occurred in either the late fifties or early sixties, I have called her story...
Chivalry Repaid.
It was hundreds of years ago, well, about fifty actually. I suppose I was about forty, my sons were away, one married, one had gone away to work, and the youngest was doing his national service, you know, when they got called to the military, and he was in the navy.
I was married quite young, nope, never regretted it. It wasn't a bad marriage, very stale over the last few years before this happened, I guess in truth we didn't have a great deal in common, but it was convenient, I was horney, of course I was, but I didn't stray. You could say I suppose that I self satisfied if you get my meaning. Anyway, eventually I did stray , no one ever found out, I think the people, four of us were involved, were the only ones who actually knew (well, two may have guessed). They say confession is good for you so here goes.
It was as I remember, a Tuesday...
"Mrs T to you young Rodney." Cheeky so and so.
"Alright Mrs. Tee!" he laughed as he went off down the stairs.
Rodney was one of the three or four young Chefs "living in" at the Imperial Hotel where I was working as a cleaner in the staff accommodation area. "Morning Frankie." Was how he had greeted me. He was a presentable enough young lad age 18 first time away from home. But you know how it is, they all try it on... familiarity I mean. They were all young enough to be my sons, and I wasn't keen on them calling me by my first name. Got have some respect for their elders, even just the cleaners. At this moment neither he nor I knew just what was in store for us.
My boss, Blodwyn, the Welsh Dragon I called her was always on my back. She was one of those holier than thou characters, innocent as sin, and chapel twice on Sundays. Blodwyn's special friend was the Head Porter Tom Donohan, who had a room half way along the same corridor as the rest of the staff He was supposed to be the responsible manager. That was another story with not a lot to do with this one.
Blodwyn spent a large part of her time in Donohan's room with the door virtually closed. If it was needed to speak to either of them, it was necessary to knock and wait, sometimes for several minutes before being admitted. They were "management" so no one thought anything of it.
Anyway, Donohan I felt, was a dirty bastard, every inch of the walls and ceiling of his room were covered with "pinups" of half naked women. Ok, most of the male living in staff was either horny or the other way inclined. Most were discrete about their interests. Us cleaners, there were three of us counting the dragon, knew that some of the older guys were into the whores, and many of the younger lads played with themselves, heck we even knew where they kept their stashes of dirty books. We even looked at them, "Tut Tutting," when they weren't around.
The day my bit of "hanky panky" started, was much like any other. Rodney had a couple of days off, and I had seen him go out for his morning newspaper, Blodwyn and Donohan were in his room, and the door was just slightly open, and I needed to speak to Blodwyn.
As I walked the corridor towards Donohan's room, I saw Rodney return. I knocked Donohan's door, quite gently I might add, and it swung open. Well I was shocked.
"Get out you stupid cow." yelled Donohan.
There were no words from Blodwyn, she had a mouthful of Donohan's "you know what" and he couldn't get up because she was on top of him in the good old sixty nine. He was naked as the day he was born, she was knickerless her knees either side of his head which rested on her heels as he lapped at her pussy her saggy tits with stiffened nipples were hanging out of her very grey looking bra.
I rushed off down the corridor.
"Rod, Rod, Rod... I knocked his room door lightly, impatiently hoping he would hear and admit me.
"What's the matter?"
"Quick, let me in."
He did so.
"The bloody dragon is going to be after me in a few minutes."
"What have you done?"
"Nothing, but if she asks, say I am not here. Say anything, but don't let her see me."
I hid behind the wardrobe and Rodney, bless him, sat down with his paper. Sure enough, after about ten minutes Blodwyn was knocking the door. I don't know if she had to finish what she was doing for Donohan before she could come after me, or what.
"Who's there?" Rodney responded to the knocking.
"Just me." Lilted Blodwyn, in her broad, melodic, Welsh accent.
He opened the door to her, "Yes, what can I do for you?"
"Is Mrs. T. here Rodney?"
"No, Mrs Davis."
"Have you seen her?"
"Not since I saw her going out of the back door a few minutes ago."
He lied so sweetly.
"The bloody woman."
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, she's been doing something she shouldn't. It's the sack for her."
These were the days when sex was very private, and jobs were often balanced on one person's whim. If you were a nuisance, or did something your boss didn't like then you were out.
"What was it she did?"
"Nothing to worry you about." She cursed, "I'll sort it."
I could hear all this going on and I was nervous. I needed the money the job brought in. Blodwyn went off muttering to herself.
I stepped nervously out from behind the wardrobe as Rodney closed the door, it was all I could do to stifle the giggle.
"Phew!" was all I could breathe.
"What have you been up to?" He wagged is forefinger at me.
In honesty, I can say I had never at that time been unfaithful, but girls, I am sure you must agree, comes a time, you get an itch, and it just has to be scratched, in that moment, with that young finger wagging at me my itch started. If it hadn't been Rodney, it would have been no one, but he was so, sweet and innocent, I knew I was being lead into temptation, I felt powerless to resist my inclination to tease this young lad.
"You are stuck with me now until she goes home." I ignored his question. "Any chance of some tea?"
"Sure, put the dead lock on the door when I go, we don't want her using the pass key to check in here, take it off when you hear me call."
All of the rooms were similarly furnished with a rickety old iron bed bedstead, table, dining chair, easy chair, bedside table, wardrobe and book case.
