The Adventures of Dave – in praise of older women
Ruth – The First Time
It was 1984, I was almost 30 years old and starting a senior job for a merchant bank in London. Head of Commercial Advances. Property loans, import export loans, foreign exchange lines and metal dealing advances.
The heady world of city life was something to be enjoyed and we certainly did. Lunchtime was spent in the pub or wine bar. Evenings were spent in the pub or wine bar, and then the train home.
My team numbered 10 people and each of us was good at what we did, working hard and having a very good time at it.
Because of the nature of London City life there was a regular turnover throughout the bank with staff leaving and joining on almost a weekly basis. We always seemed to have another excuse for a party or a drinking session and life was great.
It was December 1984 and the bank staff party was being held in the director's rooms on the sixth floor. A disco was in full swing and my number two John Taylor and I were having a great time. The bank had a typing pool and lots of the women from there were at the party.
I was really drunk and had spotted John with one of the secretaries dancing in a corner of the room. She was draped over him and they were moving slowly together. As they turned around I could see that John had his thumbs hooked through her suspenders and his hands on her arse under her short skirt. He also had a big smile on his face.
I needed to be with someone too. I looked around and found that all the younger women were taken, notably by my boss who had one of the most attractive in a clinch; one I had been having thoughts on earlier.
Looking around I saw that Ruth was standing by the side of the dance floor. Ruth was 56 years old and had worked at the bank for 30 years. She was not unattractive but to look at you would describe her as an older lady. She had the rounded figure, which comes with old age but for this occasion as when she went to work she was immaculately dressed. She had on a tight pair of black leggings and a baggy chiffon blouse with strappy sandals on her feet.
Ruth was married to Morris and had been for many, many years. He was a taxi driver in his sixties but had made several very shrewd property investments over the years and they were comfortably off. Often when he came into London to pick her up after work he would arrive in a blue Rolls Royce, his one luxury. Whilst it was not new it was immaculate and it always turned heads.
I wandered over to Ruth. "Care to dance?" I asked.
"I'd love to" she replied and joined me on the dance floor.
The music was slow and we danced well together. I had been taught to dance all through school and even though it could be regarded as arrogant, I knew (and still do) how to dance properly and lead a lady through things.
We had been dancing for some time and I could feel her body against mine. Her breasts were large and I could feel them against my chest and as we danced closer I was able to slip my knee between her legs and she seemed to be comfortable with the fact that we were so close.
Suddenly there was an announcement and the music stopped. It was my boss.
"OK everyone, grab your raffle tickets, its time for the big draw" he announced
One by one the numbers were called. Ruth and I still stood close on the dance floor, as did most other people.
"On the yellow – forty two" was called out.
"That's me" said Ruth and rushed up to the small stage, returning with a large bottle of gin.
Several other tickets were called. Then "On the blue – seventeen" was called.
"That's me," I said, and off I went, coming back later with a bottle of brandy.
The music started up again and with a large bottle of drink each we were somewhat at a loss as to what to do.
