A long time ago in a town quite a long way away....well the South Coast of England in the early eighties anyway. All participants in this story are over eighteen.
I was a nineteen year old bloke, coming to the end of my first phase of engineering training in the Navy, based on the other side of the harbor from Portsmouth. A few more months and I would be joining my first ship. I was once again single, the ex-girlfriend back home deciding she couldn't put up with only seeing me at weekends and not knowing what I might be up to during the week.
So now my weekends were spent mostly on base and out on the town in Pompey. It was Friday lunchtime and I was sitting in the galley having lunch with one of my mates, an older guy on the same course as me nicknamed Bomber.
"Smudge mate, I think we are both in the same boat. A bit of a drought in the old shagging stakes."
I laughed, he had ditched his long time girlfriend back home a few weeks previously after finding out she had been shagging half of Leeds whilst he was down South.
"Don't remind me!" I said, "I think I have forgotten how to pull a bird it's been so long since I was single!"
He smiled back, "I reckon I have a cure for that! How about we go along to the 'Grab a Granny' night down the road tonight."
I looked back at him quizzically, "Are you serious! Most of the women there are twice my age or more!"
The event in question, with the unflattering nickname around the base, was a monthly singles night at a hotel in the next town. Rumor had it if you couldn't trap there you may as well bat for the other side. The reality was it was purportedly a singles night. The 'Grab a Granny' nickname came from the younger members of the ships company on base as the average age at the do was over forty and mostly divorcees where the women out numbered the men two to one. It also had a fair sprinkling of Navy wives from the local married quarters estates, who were out for some fun whilst hubby's ship was away on deployment.
As one lady I met a little later in life put it, "I know he will be out chasing skirt the first port they stop in so why shouldn't i have some fun?" Not all Navy wives were like this, the majority were probably very faithful, but there were more than a few who liked to play with or without hubby's consent when he was away. Evidenced by the number of single blokes on the early buses out of the married quarters estates on a Friday and Saturday morning!
So later that evening, done up in our best trapping gear we headed out of the gates of the base and caught the bus into town. We found our way to the hotel and paid our admission on the door, getting a knowing look from the lady taking the money.
"Have fun boys!" she laughed.
The room was already busy when we got there so we headed to the bar, got our beers and found a seat to review the scenery. Two ladies dancing together caught our eyes, one was in her forties by the looks of it and the other looked to be about my age.
Both were quite attractive in their own way, the younger was slim with a nice pair of boobs in a typical eighties rara skirt and a vest top, the older lady with even bigger boobs in a stretch jersey dress and wide belt. We knew the younger lass was over eighteen because you had to show id to get in.
"Smudge, I don't reckon either of them two is wearing a bra mate! Look at them, nipples like blind cobblers thumbs!"
"What do you reckon," I replied, "Mum and Daughter?"
"Got to be!" replied Bomber. "And I reckon Mum's got pierced nipples too!"
We put our drinks on the table and tried to subtly, although probably as subtle as a pair of slavering wolfhounds, made our way towards them on the dance-floor. Bomber was the ladies man on our course and I was happy to go along as wing-man that night. Bomber worked his magic and we were soon dancing with them and trying to hold a conversation over the music.
By now Bomber had latched onto the older lady, Sue, and I was dancing with her daughter Becky. It turned out Becky was home from college for the weekend, having split from her college boyfriend back in Bristol. She had caught him shagging her best mate.
"Mum dragged me out to try and cheer me up." she said loudly in my ear, trying to be heard over the music.
"Well is it working?" I laughed.
"Better than moping in my digs back in Bristol and no chance of bumping into him or that bitch down here!" was her reply with a smile.
After a few songs we all headed back to the table and brought the ladies drinks.As we chatted over the music, I couldn't help notice the appearance of stocking tops and suspender straps, as Sue's dress rode up whenever she crossed her legs.
Becky must have notice me looking because she grabbed my hand and lid it up her thigh.
"Mum's not the only one wearing stockings!" she giggled, as my hand rested on the top of the stockings and the suspender clip.
"Well they show your lovely legs off beautifully!" I said as I ran my hand up and down her thigh.
"Easy tiger," she giggled, "there will be plenty of time for that later!"
At which she pulled me into a deep passionate kiss, our hands running over each others clothes and bodies.
"Get a room you two," laughed her Mum from across the table, "Time we got back on the dance-floor, if you lads have got the stamina to keep up with us?"
Well we danced some more with the two of them and drank quite a bit more as well, then just before the usual slow dance music started they disappeared to the ladies.
"Watch our bags boys, we'll be back in a few minutes." said Sue.
Bomber turned to me, grinning, "Is yours as hot for it as her mother is?"
I looked back, "I reckon so, but they could just be leading us on."
Bomber grinned, "Well if they are I'll be going back on board with the biggest case of blue balls in history!"
Sue and Becky came back from the loos just as the smooch section started and dragged us up onto the dance-floor. As I pulled Becky in close she spoke into my ear,
"I know what you Navy lads are like, so these are for your trophy board!" As she spoke she put something in the pocket of my shirt.
I looked down and realized it was a pair of lacy red panties.
"You can see what they were covering when we get home!" she giggled.
Then she took my hands placed them on her ass as we danced. Looking over her shoulder I could see Sue had done the same to Bomber only her panties were bright blue to match her dress. He flicked me a thumbs up behind her back as they danced. I slipped my hands further down and cupped Becky's bum under the skirt, feeling very soft bare skin.
I dipped my head and kissed Becky gently on the lips, then within seconds are tongues were fighting over each other was we danced and gasped for air.
"Would you mind stopping flashing my bare ass to everyone in here!" Becky laughed, as I let her skirt fall back down.
As I caught my breath I saw Bomber groping Sue's boobs through the dress and her hands fondling his meat and two veg through his trousers. Becky gave my crotch a squeeze,
Then Becky shouted in my ear, "Hope you haven't got to be back tonight, it could be a long weekend! Dad has been away for a month and he isn't back for five more, so Mum is horny as hell. They have an agreement where they can both play when he is on deployment."
