[Beachheadache]

When I was in my teens we lived in a flat above us lived a couple Pam and David. Pam was in her early twenties and her husband had the air of a man delighted to have married a younger and attractive woman. And from the sounds coming from the room above mine, he liked to show her regularly how delighted he was.

The side of our house was separate from theirs, their front door jutted from the side of the building and to the back of it was a brick outbuilding and thanks to the fence surrounding their part it was quite secluded. One summer evening I was clearing weeds from the communal path leading the gates leading to our respective gardens when a movement caught my eye, Pam, sure of the privacy of the are had come out to get some clothes of the line suspended there, but this time she was only wearing a white nightie!!! As she stretched up to get her top and skirt of the line; she was about five two, it was obvious that she was naked beneath it. I stood and watched but first made sure I couldn't be seen. A few moments later, her husband appeared, and he had love on his mind. He began to caress her and I heard her telling him to stop, she liked what he was doing but she was nervous about letting things happen so much in the open. He persisted and she began to get turned on, she began to moan. He took the clothes from her hands and carried her into the unlocked outbuilding - they were noisy as ever. looking back I got a feeling to stay - thankfully I did. About five minutes later he shot out the door carrying her nightie, grabbed up the washing and sprinted into the flat slamming the door after him. Pam called his name, when the there was no answer she crept out, he hands covering herself in that classical pose of desperate female modesty. Cautiously she moved to the front door, casting desperate looks through the fence terrified that someone walking by could catch her naked. she banged on the door in her desperation and even shouted through the letterbox before scurrying back to the relative safety of the secluded side. It was obvious that he was getting off on keeping her like this, because he didn't come down to let her in for about ten minutes and when he did, he closed the door to their flat and made a pantomime about forgetting his key. Even before he'd said that, there was a puddle on the concrete. Eventually, he took her to the front door, but before letting her in, pretended to grab at her and push her through the gate and to the public path beyond.

There were raised voices for a short time later followed by other sounds which told me that she had forgiven him well sort off. He still had other games in mind, but that is another story...

I gave them a very nice Christmas card that year.