This is a true story, but names have been changed to protect the guilty.
I'm Rob; now aged 57 and I stand at 6'4" tall, brown hair, brown eyes and broad build. I was born and raised in Cornwall in England, and as a teenager I used to play County level rugby until I got a ban for being naughty on the pitch (OK so he didn't need both ears).
As a child in a working class family I grew up respecting work ethics and realised just how hard my parents both worked. I ended up being the first child to go to University from our family and got a bursary from the Town Council to help with my education costs. You could say that like most boys I was bright but lazy.
My nickname was 'Pipe', after one of the other players saw me in the showers after a match. I am as most women would say nicely endowed. I did measure it at nearly 10" when erect, but it was also very thick.
I started part time work in a photography shop and realised very quickly that the Photographer was (a) Gay and (b) developed material others wouldn't. The 'special' developing was always held in a drawer and sealed in a brown envelope. I got curious and took a peek at one set and got a pretty big shock to see the Jeweller's wife nude and being screwed by the dentist. I then opened every packet I saw and learned very quickly that most of the so called respectable people in the town were anything but.
Whilst all this peeking aroused my interest further in sex I kept focused on my studies and by the time I was finishing my Sixth Form doing my A Levels the girls assumed I was gay and tended to be closer to me as a result. I also knew what many of their parents got up to and that always gave me a smile.
It was at this time I finished my job at the Photographers' after he retired and I looked for something that enabled me to use my brain a bit more. This is when Mary entered my life and I definitely entered hers.
Mary was my mum's friend. She was in the same Maternity Ward as my mum and whilst they were very different personalities they stayed firm friends. Her daughter was the same age as me to the day and was to be honest gorgeous, but an absolute bitch. I stayed away as she really annoyed me with her Princes attitude; her mum, however was a different matter. Mary was 5'2" tall, very slim, dark hair to her waist and although determined or hard in her looks she was really good with me and my mum.
My mum asked me to help Mary put together her parties, as she sold kitchenware. She was very good at these and quickly rose in the ranks, but then was asked to organise and attend exhibitions and put up displays. She clearly needed help and my mum volunteered me. Mary paid well, we stayed in nice hotels and B&B's and I was very diligent. When I could drive I ferried her around and shared the driving. I used to look at the guys admiring her and the ones that tried it on with her got short measures, however, I could tell her marriage was on the rocks. Her hubby was weak and spineless and eventually left her (moving in with another man). She was very upset, but threw herself into work.
We were setting up a trade stand at a show in Bristol and got to the hotel late and discovered they had double booked and there was only one room. Mary looked at me and said "Well it looks like we are sharing then"; so that was that. I just went with it. I had decided to do a gap working year before Uni to build up the funds.
The hotel room was ok; you know reasonable size, decent bathroom, but only a double bed. I would be sleeping right up against Mary and with my 'friend' likely to wake up and poke her in the back I was a bit concerned.