Memories

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I left home when I was about 20, and found a room in a shared flat above a motorcycle sales and repair shop – it was a real dump, but it was cheap, opposite a good pub, and in a convenient location right next to town.

There were 4 rooms in all; the other 3 rooms were all taken by girls. I had a room on the first floor. Next to me was a Welsh girl of similar age called Julie – she was about 5’6” tall, quite attractive with medium length brown curly hair and a good full figure. She had a boyfriend who was a manager at a local stationary chain. He had apparently just bought a house about 20 miles away, but stayed with her most of the time seeing she lived only a 5 minute drive away from his shop. He kept himself to himself – I got the impression he thought himself a bit better than most. They were engaged with plans to marry.

Above Julie on the next floor was a girl called Jill – she was probably in her mid 30’s, she was a real big piece but lovely with it, very friendly, warm and sociable. I had the feeling she may have been a lesbian but that was just a feeling and was never proved one way or the other.

Next to her was another girl whose name I can’t remember, she was friendly enough but stayed at her boyfriend’s place most of the time, so we didn’t used to see too much of her.

With the two younger girls involved with their partners, I used to spend most evenings with Jill, chatting and sharing numerous bottles of wine. Most of the time we sat in her room because it was furnished and decorated nicely like only girls can, or at least do.

It was about 8 feet wide and 12 feet long. As you walked through the door there was a two seater sofa to the right, and opposite was her double bed. I always used to sit on the sofa; Jill would be opposite sitting on her bed. Her room opened out on to the kitchen, her door was usually left open and most evenings we’d chat and have a laugh with Julie whilst she cooked for ‘Robin’, then come back up to do the washing up.

Over the weeks Julie seemed to spend more and more time with Jill and I – much to the frustration of Robin, who I never saw venture up into the kitchen, rather he would call for her from the floor below.

Anyway, one day Julie came upstairs in her robe, obviously having just finished her bath downstairs. She sat down beside me on Jill’s sofa and the three of us chatted, laughed and had plenty of drinks. Then something totally unexpected happened – Jill fell asleep on her bed – I started shouting at her ‘oi, wake up’ – but Julie hushed me, stood up, quietly closed the bedroom door and literally just dropped her robe off.

Underneath, she was stark naked!

Wow, she did have a good figure, good 36C’s, firm and round with perfect dark pink nipples. Brown curly bush, as was the vogue in the early 80’s.

I can’t remember the exact details from there on in, other than I also got naked and we ended up shagging on the sofa whilst Jill slept.

Not too long after, ‘Robin’ is calling for her, and to the best of my knowledge, for the first time ever, came up the stairs and is banging on Jill’s bedroom door. Julie put her robe back on, I got dressed and Jill woke up. By this time ‘Robin’ had given up and had gone back downstairs – Julie went down too, and then followed an almighty row, which ended up with ‘Robin’ storming out of the flat. Julie didn’t seem the least bit bothered and we carried on what we had started upstairs – only this time in her bed – which, if memory serves correctly, was still a little bit warm!

The funny thing is, at the time it never occurred to me that this must have been a pre-arranged set-up between Jill and Julie, and Jill must have only pretended to be asleep and probably had a great view of our performance.

Anyway, the next day I got home from work and the interconnecting door between our rooms had been opened, washing done, ironing done, carpet hovered (probably the first time in weeks) and dinner made. This was all a bit too cozy for me, and over the next couple of weeks I had to continually tell her we weren’t an ‘item’ and that she should consider going back to ‘Robin’ who was still trying to woo her back. In the end she moved out of the rented flat and in with ‘Robin’…..

…..but,

every Saturday she used to drive ‘Robin’ to work, drop him off and then come and see me. She used to tell me that she had f****d Robin just before taking him to work, I knew she had because she was a bit stinky down there and very sticky, but I didn’t mind!

I’ll be honest with you I wasn’t that into her and wasn’t giving my best performance, but she used to go absolutely wild, and have some of the loudest and longest orgasms I’ve yet to witness, even 30 years on!

I don’t remember any of the sex we had during our two weeks or so ‘together’ – all I remember is the first time and those Saturday mornings – she was definitely getting off on having us one after the other, else she would have washed, at the time it didn’t even mean too much to me, but now I’m older this is a great memory for me – I hope it was interesting for you!

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After another couple of months at the rented room, I moved out and bought a flat. Soon after I held a flat warming party – my mates and friends were in good form and it was a party to remember, but what I most remembered was a friend of a friend whom I hadn’t met before.

She was the same age as me, and was what I can only describe as a little fire cracker. She was about 5’2”, medium length mousey blonde hair, very pretty, with a very sexy little body – for me, a perfect 10. Although I didn’t know it at the time, she was a nurse, which would have given her a few extra bonus points!

At the time I was going out with someone, who funnily enough had the same name as the little fire cracker – ‘Jodie’.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, things soon finished with the current Jodie, and I heard through one of my friends that Jodie 2 was interested, and that I should give her a call.

I called her, had a chat and arranged a date – boy was she gorgeous. We had a good evening and I asked her back to my place for 'coffee' – she agreed. We had a few more drinks, listened to some music and had a kiss and cuddle. She ended up staying, on the understanding that nothing was going to happen.

We stripped off down to our underwear – she had on matching lacy black bra and knickers, I could just see her nipples and dark triangle through the lace. We cuddled and kissed in bed, but as agreed, we had no sex. I remember it well because I can still remember the pain in my balls! I don’t know why we guys agree to sharing a bed without sex, because we get no sleep and the equivalent of a kick in the balls for being a gentleman, LOL.

Next morning I had to go to work, so with Jodie still asleep, I got up and went for my shower. Suddenly the door opens and in walks Jodie. “Good morning” she says with a cute smile, at the same time she takes off her bra to reveal the most perfect set of perky tits imaginable, and then the knickers came off exposing her full, but neat, medium brown bush.

She sits down on the toilet and pees, I don’t have a peeing fetish, but I somehow I found her doing something so intimate without knowing me too well, quite erotic.

She then joins me in the shower, by this time I’m as hard as rock, which of course didn’t go unnoticed. We started washing each other with loads of soap, I soon maneuvered myself into what must be every man’s favourite shower position, standing behind her, cock wedged between her bum cheeks and soaping those beautiful little titties.

My hand worked its way down between her legs and I soon found her pleasure button. I was rubbing her clit, playing with her breasts and kissing her neck and nibbling her ear, this multi-pronged pleasure attack soon bought her to a trembling orgasm.

It was lovely, really lovely; I’ve always got as much pleasure from giving it as I have from receiving it, but it was soon reciprocated as Jodie dropped to her knees and took me hungrily into her mouth. It seemed too, that this girl enjoyed giving pleasure as well as receiving it.

It didn’t take me long to explode in her mouth. She looked up at me, smiled and then seemed to make quite a show of swallowing. She then got up, threw her arms around me and kissed me deeply – that was the start of a seven or eight year relationship during which we had lots of adventures – I’m including a photo of her, even though it's from 30 years ago, I have had to mask it somewhat.

Let me know if you want to hear some more stories with a few more pictures….

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Jodie was great fun with a brilliant personality, she was also kind, caring, considerate and of course, very sexy. We had good times both in and out of the bedroom.

She fitted in well with ‘my crowd’ of friends and was liked by all, except by one girl called Diane. Diane was the girlfriend of one of my best mates, John. Diane was gorgeous with a body to die for; she looked pretty much the spitting image of Liz Hurley. Diane was used to being the ‘queen bee’ and being the centre of attention, especially enjoying the attentions of us guys. She was a nice girl, but to be honest, a little full of herself and at times she could be a little aloof, whereas Jodie was a lot more fun with a more congenial personality. Over time the centre of attention within our rather large group, shifted somewhat from Diane to Jodie. According to Jodie, Diane would make snide and b*tchy comments to her. Although it was mostly hidden, there was an under-current of animosity coming from Diane.

I had always got on really well with Diane, and was going to have a word with her to try and get the girls to agree a truce, but Jodie was adamant that I should stay out of it. Jodie said she didn’t care that Diane didn’t like her or what she said to her, and would play up even more whenever Diane was around, just to wind her up.

About 8 to 10 months into our relationship it was Jodie’s 21st birthday. We were planning to have a party and we thought it would be fun to have a theme. Jodie being Jodie, decided to make it a Kinky Dress party!

Invites were made to our wide circle of friends. A few of my older friends, who were married with kids, were a bit worried about bringing their wives to something that sounded like it could turn into a swingers party – I promised them there was no way that was going to happen and that it really was just a bit of fun. They each accepted my promise and my invite.

It was the night of the party, I was wearing a Tarzan type outfit made from chamois leathers (oh, the shame!), Jodie was wearing a pair of silky white knickers and a white lacy bodice. She was going to put on a pair of stockings, but mindful of what I had promised some of my mates, I asked her not to in order to tone it down a little. She was a very easy going girl and agreed without any problem.

As our guests arrived it was clear that every girl was going to grab the chance of going out in their stockings and suspenders (and for that matter, some of the guys too!), a chance also not missed by Jodie’s nemesis, Diane.

It was Jodie’s 21st, but it has to be said that Diane stole the show. She too was all in white, but with her taller and more womanly figure, plus the complete works of high heels, stockings, small, tight knickers, and a very expensive looking bodice, she looked absolutely stunning. Even I could see the smugness on her face as she realized she'd outshone Jodie by miles.

The great thing about Jodie was, she didn’t care - or at least she didn’t appear to care. She just went about her usual business of enjoying the party and being her usual sociable, bubbly and entertaining self.

At some point during the evening I brought in Jodie’s cake and we all sang happy birthday. Then one of my mates shouted that we should give Jodie the bumps – my protests went unheard and within seconds Jodie was on her back with at least two or three of my mates on each limb. Jodie didn’t shave her pussy or her underarms – with her spread eagled by my mates, her underarms were clearly visible to all. I remember feeling a hint of jealousy that my mates could see something so intimate, but it lasted no more than a nano second and was replaced with a stronger feeling of being turned on by it. I was only 21 and although I was desperate to have a threesome with a couple of girls, I hadn’t really thought about sharing her with, or exposing her to other guys, especially my mates. But here she was, stretched out on the floor with my mate’s hands all over her arms and legs; she of course, looked well happy with the situation and was clearly enjoying herself.

She was tiny and flew up and down with ease – by the half way count to 21, her bodice had slipped down, and her tits had popped out. The guys were enjoying themselves so much they didn’t stop at 21, they gave her another half dozen or so - ‘for luck’!

When she finally came to rest, she rolled away a yard or so towards the wall, feigning injury and exhaustion, and laid there on her front, face down with her arms still up above her head.

Whilst most of the guys were involved in the actual bumping, two of us grabbed the opportunity to find our cameras - John (who probably dared not get involved in the bumping should he suffer the wrath of Diane) and me. We both pushed our way through the crowd to Jodie. She loved having her picture taken and as soon as she saw us, rolled back over to reveal those perky tits again, smiled and struck a pose – what a star!!

Jodie, unwittingly had once again knocked Diane off her very temporary pedestal. Diane really did show her ugly side that evening because she spent the rest of the party with a face like thunder, and continually bollocked John, presumably for taking the picture.

Jodie however, showed her best side – to absolutely everyone!

[puthan]

Please keep them coming.

[xxxxenophile]

I thought I'd heard them all, but this is Britlish that I haven't heard before:

"we should give Jodie the bumps"

Is that like a birthday spanking? You describe it being given while she's on her back, arms & legs spread, so it sounds like something pretty different from what we do in the States...

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LOL, yes it's something we do for birthdays, until we get to a certain age or to a certain weight!

It needs at least four people, each holding an ankle or wrist. The person is flung up in the air and then back down again - whilst still being held at all times. Usually they are lifted once for each year.

Probably not allowed these days, what with 'health & safety'.

[xxxxenophile]

That would really be something, when the Birthday Girl is in lingerie!

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It soon became apparent that Jodie was an exhibitionist – I discovered this one afternoon not too long after meeting her. Jodie never did move in with me, rather she would stay Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, then go home Sunday afternoon/evening.

When I first met Jodie she couldn't drive, so the days she was staying, I would pick her up from the hospital (she was a nurse) and bring her back to mine. Without exception the first thing she would do once home was to have a shower, afterwards she would never get dressed; rather she would just put on a fairly short white towelling gown.

I lived on the third floor (counting the ground floor as the first) of a purpose built block, it was on a fairly busy road, but being three floors up we weren't overlooked. Opposite was a terrace of 1930’s style houses, our floor was roughly level with their roofs.

The lounge and bedroom faced the road, the kitchen and bathroom was at the rear. The lounge had a huge pair of French doors which led onto a small balcony, which was pretty useless because it extended probably no more than about 24”, and overlooked the busy road. The doors however were great and weather permitting were always open. During the summer months we would often open the French doors; wait for the sun to come round in the early afternoon, then lay on the floor and sun bathe naked in the lounge!

Anyway, one winter’s afternoon I picked up Jodie from work and we drove home. She went to get showered; I went into the lounge and pulled the curtains across the French doors. Exactly opposite I could see a couple of guys working on the roof; they had a scaffold up and were at about the same level as us. It was only about 5:30pm, but I remember thinking that the guys must be cold and miserable working in the dark.

I went off to the kitchen to get some dinner sorted; Jodie was a vegetarian, so I did about 99% of the cooking during the years we were together.

When I heard Jodie come out of the bathroom, I went in. After a quick shower I came out to hear the hair-dryer being used in the lounge – this was unusual because she wouldn't normally dry her hair, and certainly not in the lounge.

I went in to the lounge puzzled and found her standing right in the middle of the room, she had her robe on, and even though she had her back to me, I could see it was hanging open. I asked her what was she doing – she turned and with her usual cheeky smile said, “nothing, I’m just drying my hair”.

Just then I noticed the curtains had been opened by about 2 or 3 feet. I had only just closed them so I knew she must have re-opened them. Then I realized what she was doing, she was giving the roofers a show!

I smiled, shook my head and said “you naughty girl” – she feigned innocence and said “what, what do you mean” – “I know what you’re doing” I said laughing.

I went next door to the darkened bedroom and looked across to see both the builders trying to look casual, but both staring across in to our well lit lounge.

There were two of them, and every now and then the younger looking one would punch the older one on the shoulder, they kept looking at each other and laughing, but not for long as their attention was fixed on the ‘show’. At this point they stopped trying to look casual and just stood there staring. I think the older one’s legs must have started to give way, because he dropped to one knee with his hands on the deck. His mate remained stood, but was leaning on him with one hand.

I went back to the lounge, took the hair-dryer from Jodie (her hair was well and truly dry by this stage!) and dropped it on the floor. I put my arms around her and cupped both her breasts. I slowly worked my way down her belly and below. I played and teased with her pussy for a while, then worked my way back up to her tits, then up to her shoulders and took her robe off. I turned her around to face me, giving the guys a good view of her wonderful backside – I reached down and grabbed both cheeks, pulling them apart. At this point Jodie was groaning deep guttural noises into my ear, and I could feel her legs getting weak.

If I had had a dinning table I would have dragged it over and fucked her on it, but I didn't so I put her on the floor, on all fours. Her pussy was dripping wet; I rubbed my cock several times from her belly to her bum and back again. I then put just the tip in her pussy and held it there, moving it in and out by no more than half an inch. She was pushing back into me trying to get my length, but I was holding her tight and moving my hips back, just to tease her some. She knew I was going to make her beg for it, which she duly did. I pushed into her hard and gave her a really good pounding. Whenever she was really feeling it, she would go down on to her elbows and pull her own hair whilst literally sobbing – she was doing this so I knew she was really enjoying herself and was loving it that we were being watched.

Neither of us lasted long, but boy was it a good one. Afterwards, we both lay there laughing, playfully arguing as to who was going to get up to close the curtains or turn the light off!

In the end we both rolled out of view, and I circumnavigated the lounge until I reached the light switch. I didn’t check on the builders again, although I did tease Jodie that they might well be knocking on the door at any second. I told her it would only be fair to ‘accommodate’ them, as she had put their lives at risk by giving them wobbly legs, 30 feet above ground level!

Needless to say, they didn’t knock and my guess is they didn’t do too much more work, or stay around for too much longer.

Over the years we had several times when we put on a ‘show’, most often when we were staying in hotels or on holiday, but that time has always counted as the best memory for me

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Jodie and I were about 3 or 4 years into our relationship when an Australian mate wrote to say he wanted to come and stay with me for 4 weeks. I had first met John when we both worked temporary jobs in a department store and had struck up an immediate friendship. I hadn't seen him for at least 5 years but we had kept in touch with the occasional letter - this of course was way before email and skype!

John was a really nice guy, he was fairly quiet, even a little reserved (yes, reserved Australians DO exist!), but you could have a good conversation and a good laugh with him. He would also listen when Jodie spoke - over the years I've often noticed how men like to dominate conversations when in the company of a woman or women, rather than sit back, listen and then contribute. Anyway, the point being, John was easy to get on with, Jodie liked him and enjoyed his company.

Jodie used to come over for the weekends, and during those times we hung out as a three - it was relaxed and seemed perfectly natural. John being there didn't change Jodie's routine of never wearing clothes come evening time, rather she would put on a short white towelling gown with nothing on underneath.

I had just bought two, two seater sofas which I had arranged in the corner of the lounge at 90 degrees to each other, with a square table in the corner. My regular seat was next to the corner table, Jodie always sat to my right and John always sat on the other sofa, also next to the table.

After 2 weeks, John went up to Scotland for a week, to visit some family. When he came back from Scotland, I noticed he'd now sit in the seat furthest from the table, therefore sitting diagonally opposite Jodie. Being the sort of person I am I had to understand why this was, and I could only come to the conclusion he was positioning himself to get a better view up Jodie's short dressing gown. The sofas were very low and I reckoned he got a good show every time she got up. At this point in time Jodie didn't shave or even trim, so she was sporting a pretty thick bush, so it was pretty easy to spot.

Privately I had mentioned this to Jodie, and we'd had a bit of a giggle about it, I think after that conversation she would get up and down even more often.

It was John's last night before returning home, we went to pick up Jodie from work and stopped off for one drink at a pub on the way home. Then we drove home and went straight in to the pub a few yards up the road, we had a good few in there before walking home via the off license.

When in, Jodie went straight to the shower, John and I sat down and opened the bottle of Vodka. After a while Jodie joined us and we were guzzling down the Vodka and Cokes at a fair rate of knots. In the background we had the TV on, there was some banal show on whereby this woman was trying to identify her partner by seeing, for example, five different ankles behind five different little doors. Now half pi$$ed, I jokingly suggested that it would be a far better show if they would blind fold the woman, bend her over, and see if she could identify her partner having felt the five various cocks up her pussy.

OK, not that funny but after the amount of drinks we had consumed, it seemed hilarious. When the laughter died down Jodie said it would be too easy, John said she'd never be able to tell - then a funny thing happened, John got really vocal, uncharacteristically so, even allowing for the amount he'd drunk. So there was the two of them arguing over whether it'd be easy or hard to win at "Who's Cock Is It", as my new show had now been named.

Anyway, the argument continued and changed from a generic argument to a specific one, with Jodie saying that SHE would be able to tell. Well, this was only going to get cleared up one way, and I honestly can't remember if it were me or Jodie who said we'd have to try to see who was right!

I'd never seen John so excited, once he'd worked out what was going to happen he was like a dog with a bone, and it seemed he wasn't going to let it go. He organised me into finding a blindfold for Jodie, and near dragged Jodie over and stood her facing where he'd been sitting. I picked up a pair of tights that had been drying on the radiator and put the crotch part over Jodie's eyes, then wrapped the legs around her head a couple of times before tying them off. Then we both got hold of her and made her kneel on the sofa and then bent her over. I pulled her legs apart and rested her arms on the back cushion of the sofa. It collapsed a little which had the effect of lowering her shoulders and pushing her arse up, nice and high.

I lifted her dressing gown up over her back, there was a sharp intake of breath from all three of us. I felt between her legs and she was soaking, I looked at John and said "feel that", he didn't need asking twice. We were still all giggling and having a laugh, whilst John was thoroughly 'preparing the contestant' I stripped off. I was the first one in, and Jodie correctly identified my cock. John stripped off but left his socks and his unbuttoned shirt on -
whether it was our hands, our voices, the feel of John's shirt or indeed our cocks that gave it away, Jodie got it right every time. John and I were taking it in turns with just a few thrusts each at a time. At some point, Jodie shouted to John not to come in her. We sort of took that as cue to announce her the contest winner.

She rolled over on to her back dislodging the blindfold, which was now acting as a sort of loose hair band. I will never forget how beautiful she looked as she lay there, the dressing gown was still on but fully open, her legs were wide open, John and I were both standing there looking down at her - I could see she was in a high state of sexual heaven.

She told me she needed me back inside her, which I was in a flash, she beckoned to John to kneel on the sofa arm to her left. She was left handed so was proficiently wanking John whilst rubbing her clit with her right. We all pretty much came at the same time, Jodie was normally loud, but on that occasion I was worried the neighbours were thinking she was being murdered, in some very nice way!

John, shot his load, which managed to completely miss Jodie, and went all over my brand new, very expensive sofa - oh well!

The funny thing is I never heard from John again, and I've often wondered if he had another go with Jodie in the morning and felt bad about it- I had to go to work and left them at home on their own - either way, it was a great memory that I cherish and hope you will enjoy too.