The tale I am about to relate happened to me thirty five years ago, when the world was young and I was younger. I moved to London from an English Market Town to get away from the weekly round of meeting the same people at the same pub, taking speed all weekend, and slowly wasting my life into nothingness.
I found a bed-sit in Whipps Cross (north-east London) and got a job in sales. I spent my week-days expanding the limited client list I had been given, and my week-ends cultivating new friends and clients (sometimes both) and staying straight. The bed sit was secure but not very sanitary, I shared the kitchen and the bathroom with eight other people!
I had intended it to be temporary, but didn't think it would get rid of me before I had a chance to find a better place. After only three weeks a large hole appeared, one Saturday morning, in the road directly in front of the house and we were all evacuated. I don't think the building fell down the hole, I never found out what actually caused it, but we were given only minutes to leave!
With a large suitcase and a cardboard box, containing my possessions, I phoned a taxi from the public call box at the end of the street. My first thought was that I needed to store my clothes, and other bits. The only people I knew well enough were friends from my home town. They were a couple who had been at school with an ex-girlfriend of mine. It was an all girls school.
Sally's last name was Philips, and had always been known as Phil, she could not remember a time when she was not aware that she was a lesbian. Francesca had grown up assuming that her future relationships would all be boy-friends, and a husband. All her relationships had, however, been brief, and hopelessly unhappy. It was Phil who showed her the way, and the truth about herself, they had been together for several years. She was, of course known as Frankie.
When I arrived they had not only made space for my belongings but offered to put me up on their sofa until the "junk room" could be cleared, they had been thinking of sub-letting it to help with the rent, but were wary of bringing either a man or a woman into their home, fearing disruption.
They both felt that another woman might become a divisive element in their relationship, and a man would probably be hitting on one, or both of them! They saw me as neither, and the perfect solution. I am still not sure that I should have been flattered by their assessment, but I moved in anyway.
The apartment was a divided house, we were in the ground floor part, upstairs there were three more tenants sharing, all female. Two were a couple, I have forgotten their names, and the third was known as Mouse. She had very poor vision, not just because she needed strong lenses in her glasses, but also because she never concentrated properly.
Once she came rushing in from shopping totally incredulous! "You won't believe what I've just seen. They are opening a new restaurant and its called FUCKING GOOD CHICKEN!!!" We didn't, and on further examination discovered builders fixing a sign bearing the image of the then unknown Col Saunders to the shop front.
The other thing about Mouse was her sense of humor. I can still picture her keeping a perfectly straight face, and assuring us, and the rest of the bar, "I am not a lesbian! I just help them out when they are busy." She also liked a drink, and then several more. Her relationships were always short lived. "Women are dickless, and so are men!" Was her candid explanation.
The door to my room was opposite the entrance to the upstairs apartment, both doors locked with a key from the outside, but needed a separate lock for the inside, neither had one fitted. There was no need to lock a room that had its owner in it, I reasoned. Mouse and her friends felt the same.
One Friday evening we had all six of us been to the pub and returned home for coffee. Our apartment had the larger lounge so we usually sat together there. I would have liked to put on some nice cool jazz, I was in the mood for Horace Silver, but was out voted five to one! Don't get me wrong, I like Joan Baez, but I made the coffee anyway.
When I returned with the tray Mouse cheered, then added, "I think we should have a maid like you two, could we borrow him sometime?" None of them lifted a finger to help me, and if I have to listen to Long Black Veil again, I still won't be responsible for my actions.
"Maid service is extra, Simon is a valuable asset, there would have to be a substantial charge." Frankie seemed to be claiming ownership! Phil added "He could maid for us all, we could go on the game and then I would never have to that bloody office again!" I would have raised questions over the "correctness" of these proposed arrangements, but passions had been stirred, the time for humor had passed.
"So you want an endless stream of women at door, wanting to use your body?" inquired Frankie. "I'm not enough for you, is that it?" It had escaped her that this imagined river of hot flesh would be paying for their bodies to be attended to. Also this line, far from endless, would more than likely be a desert, not a torrent!
This was normal for Phil and Frankie, they would wined each other up to fever pitch. Then one or other would storm off to bed followed by an apologetic partner. Their make up sex could have woken the street, but there were never any complaints. Over the next half an hour or so this is exactly what happened, and when the other couple sloped off upstairs, Mouse and I were left alone.
We chatted for a while, had another coffee, this time with a slug of brandy in it, while around us were the sounds of two couples making love. The sound of lovemaking is very stimulating, their antics were having a marked effect on me. I didn't make a play for Mouse, I am shy and feared rejection, then as now.
I decided to go to bed and take care of myself and my aroused state, alone, as I normally did. "I'm off to bed now Mouse." I said, "Stay and finish your coffee if you like, night."
"Thanks," she replied, "Is it ok if I watch the TV, I don't want to go up there if they're rolling around on the sofa, it'll only make me jealous."
"Sure, help yourself," I indicated the kitchen, "Have another coffee." I pulled the door behind me and retreated to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash. As I was drying myself Mouse tapped on the door, she needed to pee. I wrapped a towel round myself and opened the door. "I'm done, help yourself."
She rushed in dragging her panties to her ankles, turning she almost threw herself onto the seat and sighed the relieved sigh of someone who has made it just in time. "Simon." I turned to see her through he still open door, still peeing. "I'll only be a moment, if you haven't finished." At the time I had no idea she had done that deliberately.
I pulled the door to my room closed and threw my clothes and the towel onto the chair in the corner. When asked what she wore in bed, Marilyn Monroe replied, "Chanel No 5." I wear even less, and climbed straight under the covers. The house was silent, my mind was filled with the image of Mouse in the bathroom, the alcohol was spinning my head, I closed my eyes.
Although my eyes were closed and my head was revolving nicely, I became aware that something was different In my surroundings. I half opened one eye, the door was slowly opening, Mouse's head appeared through the widening gap. "Simon." She hissed, "Can I show you something?"
"What is it Mouse?" I asked still with only half an eye open. "Its this." She answered, closing the door, she took a step forward, stumbled, and fell on me. "Don't you mean these?" I queried. My eyes were now fully open and her naked breasts were inches away from my face.
She began giggling uncontrollably, they shook delightfully in sympathy. I raised my head and took a nipple into my mouth, it seemed to need sucking, I was right it did. I was correct about the other one, it wanted to be licked and sucked too. With her laying over me I could hardly move, but I freed one arm and slid one hand up her thigh, under her skirt, to her waist.
"Where are your panties Mouse?" I asked. "In the bathroom." She was direct as ever, more giggling followed. Pushing the covers off me in an inebriated flurry Mouse attempted to straddle my prostrate body. This was eventually accomplished after she had slipped several times, splashing her tits into my face as she fell. I didn't complain.
Eventually she achieved the position she was aiming for, kneeling over me, bolt upright. Reaching between her legs she arranged my semi-erect cock against my stomach and settled herself on it, her moist pussy snuggled over and around it. Slowly she began to rub herself along its length, and not so slowly I felt the blood flowing into it, getting me as hard as iron.
She moved like seaweed fronds, swaying too and fro in the gentlest tide. Her undulating body danced before me, tempting me, luring me, drawing me under her spell. I lay there captivated, hypnotized by this ophidian dance of desire, and lust. As she moved, her arms stretched out for balance and effect. Her hands played back and forth, returning to stroke and pluck at her breasts and nipples.
I so wanted to enter and fuck her, but I was stunned into passive participation, wanting so much, and waiting for more. Inexorably she was inching her way along my member, eventually I felt her lips engulf its tip. One hand, fingers splayed, supported her weight on my chest, the other reached between her thighs and deftly eased me inside herself.
Pressing down with her hips she consumed me in one easy movement. I groaned, she grinned, and pinning my shoulders with her hands she began to undulate her hips. Slowly rising and falling, she slid her wonderful wetness up and down, covering my balls in her flowing juices, intoxicating me with its heady perfume, heightening my ever mounting pleasures.
As our passions elevated, so her pace increased. Still pinned at the shoulders, all I could do was gaze, mesmerized by her wildly dancing boobs, and enjoy the undoubted pleasure of being handsomely fucked by a mistress of the art. She had her eyes closed now, detached from me mentally, in her own world. I felt totally used, and I was loving it!
Hair flailing wildly, Mouse now began to go at it with a will. She had shortened her strokes, but redoubled their force, I felt as though a steam-hammer was at work on me. Leaning further forward she pressed her tits into my chest, and went for glory. Eyes still closed, saliva drooling from her mouth, she began to moan, and then howl, I gave up any attempt to hold back.
With a wild cry I released, and began filling her with my cum. As I did she let out a howl that rattled the windows, and would have scared the undead! The grip of her cunt, as her muscles contracted, was like that of a champion arm wrestler. Still she continued to pleasure herself. Her juices flooded from her like a gushing waterfall, covering me, and soaking my bed.Eventually she collapsed on top of me exhausted.
Her mouth, next to my ear, was dragging in a great lungful of air with each gasp. I was still semi-hard inside her, and could feel the pulsing of her pleasure, fading but still there. We lay like this, moved but unmoving, moaning our pleasure, my arms now released were around her holding her to me. I began slowly to cover her face with grateful kisses.
I reached across and pulled the covers over us. We fell asleep like that, warm, exhausted, interlocked, and utterly satisfied.
I awoke alone, in a cold wet bed, to voices through the slightly opened door. "No I didn't, not once. He's dickless like all the rest!" It was Mouse's voice. "Utterly useless." That passionate encounter was, unfortunately, never repeated, and never spoken of. She had had her pleasure and left me to clear up. I slept on the sofa for a few days, it took that long to properly dry the mattress.
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