It was 1969. I was a rookie, 22 years old. I still lived at home with my recently-widowed mother, who actually spent nearly all her time in Manhattan, working for a company that was among the most famous in the world for a man who required her services for long hours at a time. Mom lived in a small apartment in the West Village on the corner of Sixth Avenue and Ninth Street, right across from the Women's House of Detention and a short walk from Washington Square, at the foot of Fifth Avenue. Because mom spent most of her time in New York, I had the family home all to myself. The house was a small three bedroom ranch roughly 8 miles from my police beat. Mom came home maybe once a month for a weekend, so I had the house to myself most of the time.
My rookie pay was pretty pathetic. I remember bringing home $215.92 every two weeks. So, I lived at home for nothing for a few years until 1972, when mom's boss died suddenly and she moved back home. Until then, I had a free bachelor pad. Mom never asked but she would have been horrified at what went on there in her absence. This is the story of one of the many babes I bedded in that house.
Her name was Sue Porter. She was nearly 40, married with four children. She had a British accent that gave me wood every time I heard her speak. She was about 5'4" tall and around 120 pounds. She had a delightful figure, though not spectacular in any way. Her hair was strawberry blonde. She really was quite sexy in nearly every way. But, she won my heart with that voice and the accent.
I met Sue through a friend. I forget the specific circumstances but we enjoyed a brief conversation at a backyard barbecue and she invited me to call her sometime, offering her phone number on a professionally printed card. She looked at me with hungry eyes. I wasted no time in calling this mysterious older woman. I worked the day shift the day after I met her, so I dialed her number when I got home, around 4:30 in the afternoon. She seemed pleased that I called.
Sue and I chatted for a half hour or so. We met very briefly the day before and I didn't know much about her. So, we spent some time on the phone getting acquainted. We spent perhaps ten minutes discussing my relatively short and routine life. After all, I was just a year or so beyond my college graduation. She was nearly twice my age and had a lot more to tell me about herself. She was born in England in the early 1930's. Her family moved to the United States when she was 18. She met and married Bob in 1955. They remained childless until 1962, when Sue began pumping out a child nearly every year for four years.
When the conversation swung to Bob and her marriage, Sue's perkiness diminished. Bob was in sales and traveled forty weeks a year, leaving Sue at home to care for four small children. Sue was exhausted and resentful, especially since she discovered that Bob had lovers in several of the places he visited regularly. She felt trapped, even though Bob provided well and the family home was quite lavish and private, with over two acres of nicely landscaped grounds. "You know, the creature comforts are wonderful, but I would trade them all for the comfort of the arms of a strong man," she told me. The next night, she got a sitter and took me to dinner!
Sue was radiant when we met in the parking lot of the restaurant. She waved to me and smiled broadly, flashing a beautiful set of white teeth. She wore a short skirt with a tube top, over which she wore a see through sheer black overblouse. She looked like a very sexy million bucks. The restaurant on Starling Road, overlooked a small lake and, off to the side there was a revolutionary war era family cemetery with about six plots, each with its own headstone. I knew the owner and had arranged earlier to secure a remote table with a water view.
