Thank you for the feedback emails. I love to hear how excited my readers are by this story set in the 1960's about Olive's secret life of sexual arousal. In this part Olive meets Reg and begins her journey to meet strangers! Due to trolling in comments I switch these off.
If you don't like my writing then read other stories on the site. As a female author I offer enjoyment to many readers and don't tolerate abuse. Constructive feedback is welcome and I love to hear how excited my readers are with a fresh character. I have not written a period story before. Olive's shop at Douglas Green was demolished in the Council destruction and was replaced by a community social club attached to the Roman Catholic church.
Olive had been offered a recommendation to meet Reg who had a home near Bolton rail station and offered a comfortable bedroom to women who Margery introduced.
Reg was single and in his 40's and laboured hard 6 days a week. He was muscular and had the huge gnarly discoloured hands of a man who swung a lump hammer demolishing and shovelling rubble in large quantities. He often demolished mill buildings that Fred Dibnah dropped chimneys for. He had a comfortable detached home and had grown up with a secret life of peeping at women. One of his winter evening hobbies was climbing onto the roofs of swimming baths and peeping through lanterns at the lit women's cubicles and watching women naked from above. Anywhere he could watch secretly and wank himself wearing black clothing and hood he did.
Reg had modified a large attractive bedroom in his house for women to use to meet men who had contacted them through Margery. He had wall which offered him space to hide and watch sexual activities on the bed or floor.
Olive travelled one Sunday morning to meet him for the first time. At home she decided to wear stockings and a high waist suspender belt with metal shiny clips to hold up the stockings. She had a silk mid thigh slip which was handmade to offer her breasts support and the clinging silk aroused her nipples. "No bra" she said aloud and slid a silk blouse and long ankle length velvet dress. Knicker less wet and tingling from nipples to sexy cunt she intended to reward her male host and after a phone call meet her chosen young student. She travelled by train from her local station to Bolton admired the skill of the brick buttress wall along the length of the track to the platform. She admired the scale of engineering and brickwork around her in the town. She easily found Reg's solid Victorian detached home with it's magnificent tall chimney pots. Originally it was a statement house that the owner was an industrialist who gave employment to the town. Reg and contacts had saved the house from redevelopment and maintained a smart exterior and cosy interior fuelled by an AGA boiler and cast iron radiators and shuttered windows.
"Good morning luv, come in and make thee comfortable."
Olive entered a cosy parlour. Reg liked traditional old wooden flooring. He recovered material for the house and liked to maintain a 1900 feel to his home. He made money on recovery of old materials to sell to reclamation yards.
He brought tea and biscuits on a Victorian butler tray and hung Olive's coat for her.
"Did Margery mention my interest?"
"Yes Reg you like to see women and watch them."
Yes luv. That's a ladylike way of putting it. I've always been a looker not a giver. I wank watching you-you comfortable with me doing that? You won't see me but I can peep at you. I'm a pervert for watching women I always have been."
"I have a secret too. Without blushing Olive said "I like young men to shag me silly and I don't mind other men watching me. As a matter of fact I came ready to strip for you and the young man I invited to call here later." Her cunt was hot and twitching and she could feel her juice on her thigh in anticipation of the young student. She liked the thought of showing Reg her cunt too!
"Would you like to show me a bedroom and bathroom?"
"Of course luv. Do you mind if I peep at you on the toilet? I am such a pervert you see."
"Let me undress in the bedroom first. I do like you watching me. Do you ever smell cunts Reg?"
"I've never got that close luv. I've seen lots; probably hundreds but usually from a distance."
"I am known as Rose in my replies to young men."
She entered the wonderful large bedroom with it's original restored plaster ceiling and soft lighting and warm walls. The room felt feminine and had a comfortable bed with crisp white sheet. It felt warm, She slipped her blouse buttons open and Reg hung her blouse and skirt in the antique wardrobe. She stood wide legged and Reg could see her open legged naked cunt. His cock went rigid.
She beckoned him to the bed and he knelt between her stockinged thighs gazing at her cunt.
She opened her outer lips which were white and wet with her gel. Her small puckered lips were twitching with excited anticipation of a young teenage cock entering shortly. She had her slip up to the high waistband of her suspender belt. Reg had to push his cock down in his boxer shorts. He was rigid with throbbing excitement.
"What do you think of that then chuck?" He was barely able to speak as her smooth skin and magical cunt was open to him.
"Ecky thump what do you like to call that then luv."
"My cunt of course!"
He was struggling with his hard twitching cock and beginning to ache with such a pulsing erection.
She lay back and fingered around her clit hood. Reg was amazed as she teased her erect clitoris out in a large erection.