Reading notes:
1. This is a work of fiction, a short story dreamed up by my over active and extremely kink-loving imagination. If you enjoy it, I am glad, and look forward to constructive criticism and suggestions.
2. Please note that all the action in this story unfolds in the early 1970s, so there are attitudes and opinions that conform to that time.
3. All characters mentioned are consenting adults, over the age of 18.
Chapter One
Fifty eight year-old Olwen Simpson looked at herself in her dressing table mirror as she finished her make-up by applying a heavy layer of bright scarlet lipstick to her lips. She sighed and thought to herself,
"The end of another school year. I'll be fifty nine next month. My life is a fucking disaster."
And then, because she was a teacher, and something of a grammar Nazi, she corrected that thought.
"Actually, it's my fucking life that's a disaster."
Olwen lived alone, and if pressed, she could tell her inquisitor the exact date that she'd last been fucked. It was on the occasion of another end-of-term party, only this time at Christmas, twenty two years ago. She'd hooked up with a bloke who had been giving her the eye all night. They'd come back to this very house, and after some lovely foreplay, Olwen had been given the finest fucking she'd experienced in her life. They'd done it all ways. Missionary position, doggy style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl; you name it, they'd done it.
Olwen had thought that this was the one. He had a beautiful, long, thick cock, and he certainly knew how to use it. They'd not seen one another over the Christmas period. A heavy fall of snow, followed by icy conditions meant that she'd spent the Christmas holidays alone.
She smiled to herself as she recalled her good fortune in having stocked up on AA batteries. She'd gone through a whole packet by the start of the new school term, and her trusty rabbit vibrator was looking a bit the worse for wear.
She expected to hear from her lover very soon. He'd seemed to have enjoyed the night's fucking as much as she had, and she couldn't wait to have another night of passion.
Two weeks into term, the bomb dropped. She was pregnant. Frantically she sought out the hotel where they'd been for the Christmas party, and to her immense relief, the manager was a parent of a child in school. With scant regard for privacy laws, he was able to supply her with a list of all the separate groups who had attended at the same time as her school. She recognised his name straight away, and rang his office and asked to speak to him
He turned out to be married, and wanted nothing more to do with Olwen. Pride prevented her from publicly shaming the bastard, and she managed to get to six months before escort gaziantep ilanları she really began to show.
She confided in a friend of hers, who happened to be a doctor. Together, they planned a scheme whereby Olwen could have her child and return to school without losing too much face. Olwen told her mother, who after the initial shock, agreed to bring up her daughter's child, so that Olwen could go back to school.
Felicity was born fortuitously during the long summer holiday. She and Olwen were very close, more like two sisters than mother and daughter. She sailed through school, got accepted into an Oxford college to read Politics, Philosophy and Economics, and emerged as a twenty two year old beauty, with a first class honours degree.
Felicity moved to London, to begin a job at the Treasury Office, and it was there she met Julian, a senior civil servant some fifteen years older than her. They began a torrid affair, and Felicity persuaded him to come home with her to meet her mother.
Olwen was very impressed with Julian, so much so that when Felicity came home from a trip to the local shops one afternoon, she was appalled to walk in on her mother, on her knees in front of Julian, whose cock was sliding in and out of her mouth as he face fucked her.
That was eight years ago, and Felicity and Olwen had not spoken a single word in that time. Olwen had tried to contact Julian, but he was too busy trying to patch things up with her daughter. Olwen still didn't know if he and Felicity ever got back together.
The sound of a vehicle horn shook Olwen out of her reminiscing. She checked her handbag, put on her coat and went out to the waiting mini bus.
Getting in, she scanned the scene in front of her. The younger members of staff were all sitting at the back. Tom, who was retiring, was sitting with John, the head teacher, and Margaret, who was Olwen's nemesis was sitting in the seat opposite them. They all smiled and muttered
"Good evening, Olwen."
She smiled at them both and sat down in the front seat. The driver closed the door and pulled away.
"One more, I think?" he said, looking in his rear view mirror for confirmation.
"That's right, drive," replied John. "It's a bit further on and up on the left. I hope she'll be out waiting for us."
She was indeed out and waiting. Nancy Prosser, all five foot one inch of her was hanging onto the arm of her "gentleman friend" as she described him. As the minibus slowed to a stop, Nancy looked up and saw Olwen looking out of the window at her.
Nancy pulled Dan's head down and gave him an open mouth kiss that obviously involved a lot of tongue. She broke off, got on the escort kadın gaziantep bus and sat by Olwen.
"Evening all" she cried out without turning her head. She dug Olwen in the ribs with a very sharp elbow and whispered,
"If I'd had my way, I wouldn't have come tonight. Den suggested that we go to bed instead and have our own little private party." (She always pronounced Dan as Den, because she gave herself such airs and graces, Olwen thought sourly).
Olwen smiled at her colleague, but said nothing. Nancy was over sixty, and Dan was in his seventies. She didn't think much of what they could get up to at their age, but then again, a little voice reminded her that at least Nancy had access to regular cock.
Olwen decided that she was not going to let her frustration spoil the night. She liked Tom, and would be sorry to return to school next year and have to do without his presence in the staff room. Margaret had been given Tom's responsibilities, and that, added to the fact that she seemed to have a string of lovers, all of whom gave her unbelievable orgasms every weekend, meant that she, Margaret, was very low on Olwen's list of favourite people.
They arrived at the country house where Tom's retirement party and the end-of-term party were to be celebrated.
The meal was only just acceptable, the drinks extortionately priced, and the disco and the DJ were both loud and very annoying.
Olwen drank slowly, but steadily all night. At some point, she thought that she might have had a chance to flirt with a man who was dancing with all and sundry, and who looked in need of a good fuck. She made her way to the dance floor, jigged about with Margaret for a while to some appalling disco track, which she hoped would be followed by a slower, quieter track. Something she could smooch to.
She was in luck. The next track played was Guitar Man by Bread, and she turned to face the man she'd set her eyes on.
"Dance?" she asked.
"Sorry love. I'm dying for a piss, and I wouldn't be surprised if I've shat myself during that last one," he explained. "I need to go to the bog to check my skiddies."
Olwen returned to her seat, and slugged back her gin and tonic. Fuck it!
Then things got even worse. The hotel manager arrived, and seemed to be speaking to John in an urgent way. He looked shocked, and said something to Tom. They both got up and went to the bar.
John asked for a telephone, and Olwen watched him dial, put in his two pence when the beeps went, and then he started to speak.
After a few minutes, he checked his watch, spoke into the phone again and nodded. He put the phone down and spoke to Tom again. They both made their way to escort gaziantep kızlar the table, and Tom veered off and collected all the staff members. They all returned to their seats, wondering what had gone wrong.
John smiled at them
"No panics," he began, "but there has been a bit of a crisis. The manager's just told me that the mini bus has been involved in an accident. The driver's fine, but the vehicle is a right-off. The company hasn't got another minibus to take us all home!"
At this news, everybody started talking at once. John let them go on for a bit then he called for order.
"I've just rung my son, who is home from University," he continued.
"Now he'll come and pick us up, but obviously, he'll need to make several trips. And I'm afraid that if you want a lift, we're going to have to start going pretty early. I'm sorry, but that's the best I can do."
Two of the younger members of staff spoke up.
"We're having a great time here," he began. "If it's ok with you, we'll stay till the end and get a taxi home. That should save your son a trip or two."
Three other, younger women nodded their heads in agreement, and John spoke again.
"Well it looks as if only Nancy, Olwen, Tom and I need a lift then. Ieuan will still have to do two trips though. Tom and I live close, as do Olwen and Nancy, so it makes sense for us to break it down into two groups like that. If you don't mind, Tom, we'll let the ladies go first."
"Not at all," replied Tom. "I'm just glad of a lift."
Nancy sidled up to Olwen.
"Listen," she whispered, "I don't want to go home too early. Den won't be expecting me. Can I go and tell John that he and Tom can go home first? I'd appreciate your support."
"Whatever," said Olwen grumpily. She needed another drink, and was contemplating going out into the gardens to smoke.
"John's son should be back in about half an hour. That gives me time for another drink and some much needed nicotine, Tell them what the hell you like,"
She slouched off to the bar, picking up her handbag on the way.
As she was being served, she heard John and Tom calling "goodnight" to her. She turned and waved, and then did a double take. Fucking hell! Ieuan, John's son had grown up.
Taking her drink out with her, Olwen sat at one of the small tables scattered around the garden. It was just beginning to get dark, the birds were beginning to roost and the garden was still warm, as it had been a beautiful day.
Sipping her G I'd kissed them and even got so far as to feeling their tits, sometimes."
He didn't blush when talking about tits, Olwen noted, and she was becoming aware of a heat radiating from between her newly showered thighs. She mentally shook herself, and forced herself to concentrate on what Ieuan was saying.
"In my first year," he continued, "I was the last of my group to get a girlfriend, and when we actually tried to do it, I finished before I even got it in her! I was the laughing stock of my year for a while. I think it's only because I'm captain of the University rugby club that anyone bothers with me at all these days."