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By *r Bob OP Man
over a year ago
Banffshire |
True story but in order to protect the guilty I’ve changed the names!
It takes place in the ‘80’s when I did most of my drinking and socialising before responsibilities kicked in. Most weekends I’d head up to the high street of my local town and meet up with my mates and do what comes naturally to 18 year olds. However one weekend I found myself broke - quite literally but I had enough money to buy about two pints at my local and at least one packet of salt ‘n’ shake.
This particular pub attracted the OAP’s who played dominoes and smoked benson and hedges. The only thing missing was the sawdust on the floor. We’re talking basic and cheap. The other thing I didn’t particular like about it was that it my dad’s local and we never got on at the best of times - understatement. Nevertheless I tootled down and went into the ‘lounge’ bought a pint of harp lager (remember that stuff?) and my crisps. There would have been about twenty people in this part of the pub, the majority sitting at tables, either playing dominoes or staring into space.
I was standing at the bar chatting to the 80 year old barmaid when I heard a voice - ‘what you doing in here?’ It was my dad’s best mate and work colleague - who truth be told, was a decent guy. Mumble, mumble, mumble from me and he said, ‘come and join Helen and myself.’ Helen was his wife, in her 40’s, attractive but in a plain sort of way, however she had a great smile and cheekbones that would cut through paper, a brunette with shoulder length hair. So I’m sitting at their table with John insisting that he buy the drink and after three or four pints and a few packets of crisps, in walks my dad about to spoil the party. However as he gave me the filthy looks and the condescending patter John said, ‘let’s go back to my place. I’ve got a nice bottle of malt.’ This is obviously my cue to leg it back home but Helen (now typsy) insists that I come back for at least one and with John thinking he’s now my best mate the pressure was on.
The four of us leave the pub and walk the ten minutes back to John and Helen’s. The whisky is found (gin for Helen) and the two guys are knocking it back like there’s no tomorrow. I’m drinking beer and sitting on the couch with Helen beside me thinking that once I’m finished my drink I’m leaving. But each time I get near emptying the bottle another one appears. Now if I drink a lot (and I had) I need to pee - a lot. The toilet was upstairs and as I was coming out, for the umpteenth time, Helen was waiting to go in, but before she did so, she stepped forward and gave me a snog - a proper snog. Tongue in my mouth and her hands in my hair and her leg between mine! WTF!! I remember that even though it was turning me on her husband and my asshole of a dad were downstairs, so I broke off, smiled and headed downstairs only to find another beer waiting for me. By this time the two guys were pissed and the Alexander Brothers were being played at full volume.
It wasn’t long before my dad said, staggering out the door, ‘I’m off,’ and away he went. John in the meantime just crashed out on his chair snoring loudly. Helen then reappears after her snog with me, wearing her dressing gown and plops herself down beside me and without a by or leave proceeds to kiss me again with the sane fervour as she had done before. I kept looking over at John who was comatose on his chair but responded by slipping my hand inside her robe and feeling her tit over her nighty. By now she was rubbing the bulge in my jeans and biting me on the neck her legs over mine. She soon had me unbuckled and was sucking on my hard on with her great big tits in my face. By now I’m lying on my back on the couch with my jeans down at my ankles when she straddles me and my cock slid in so easily. I remember her moaning and kept thinking that her husband would wake up at any moment but thankfully not. Lots of kissing, biting and licking later and I soon came in her pussy.
I met her a few other times when I ran out of money and had to use my local - it did have its benefits!
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“Go on my son” haha 
