Thanks, SolidRock. To be honest I have reminisced over that story quite a bit in the last few days after recalling it. I even toyed with the idea of trying somehow to track her down but I can't even remember her first name and I doubt she lives where she was staying now. She probably looks less like Sarah Platt from Coronation Street now and more like Waynetta Slob anyway. Not that I have improved with age either.
My other experience, SolidRock as you were kind enough to ask is one I may have actually recounted on here before, though it may have been the other site that used to be popular in this hobby of ours as it was a long time ago.
Technically I don't know this story counts because I recognised her but she didn't know me.
The young lady in question was in the waiting area of Preston Magistrates Courts many years ago as I sat waiting there with a friend who was up on a driving charge. As we waited for his name to be called, we watched in fascination and incredulousness at some of the sights in the waiting area, all of whom seemed quite familiar with their surroundings and quite at home. We observed defendants leaving the court room after their turn in the dock clearly dissatisfied with the outcome of their hearing and who came slamming into the main area swearing and shouting at the tops of their voices along with their opinions of the right thinking members of the public sitting as their sentencing magistrate. Several had to be escorted out by security. The were people opening writing graffiti on the walls and seats where they sat, and children ran everywhere dressed in the same dirty tracksuits and baseball caps as their role model parents. However, my friend was also there for a breach of the law so we couldn't judge others and so we sat quietly and somewhat conspicuously overdressed for the occasion in suits in what I imagine the green room of Jeremey Kyle to be like.
Anyhooo, amidst the mayhem of our unruly companions, on the other side of the room from us sat a rather attractive girl, probably about 20 years of age. She looked about 5ft, size 8ish with clean, and flowing long blonde hair and a very pretty face. She prompted my friend and I to give each other one of those knowing looks that needed no words but on which we were both agreed. Not that we would have dared speak out in there anyway .
Now whilst she looked very different to her surrounding peers as genetics had been kind facially and she clearly didn't have the same appetite for Gregg's pasties as the other ladies she was with, as soon as she opened her mouth to address someone across the room, it became clear that this was very much C2DE but maybe something for Professor Henry Higgins to work on.
So as we waited and my friend lamented the possible loss of his driving licence, I became quite engrossed with this rather fascinating diamond in the rough.
My friend's solicitor eventually rescued us and to the courtroom we went with my looking suitably remorseful but still being relieved of his licence for a few months for his, at times rather casual approach to motorway speed limits.
Back into the waiting area to leave and we now walked closely past "Eliza Doolittle" who looked even more gorgeous close up. I smiled at her on the way passed and she smiled politely back.
So, we left the court and set off to meet some friends for lunch, reluctantly leaving both the little hot babe and my friend's driving licence behind.
Fast forward maybe a couple of months and I am feeling horny. Back then if I was staying in Preston then it was the back of the LEP or at my parents in Lytham, the Blackpool Gazette would provide the options. The LEP all the familiar names back then that I knew from memory (just like we all know the usual AW ads on our own patch these days) but there was another new number. I can't remember what the ad said but I called and an older lady answered. My standard opening line back then was simply "Is it you I will see and can you give me some details please, love?" which usually prompted the WG to flow disinterestedly into her rehearsed spiel (which she had probably delivered 200 times that day already to time wasters and cheap thrill seekers to be fair to her) where you usually got a brief 3 or 4 sentence description of her and what she charges, whereupon I would ask whereabouts in Preston they are based. This also gave me chance to decide if I liked the sound of them or not, whether there was a group of stoned blokes in the background or if she sounded drugged and out of it.
Anyway, the older lady answered and I made my usual polite information requisition only to be told that its the girl who lives next door (or down the street) who was working and using her land line number and she would have to go and get her. She came back on the phone a minute later to say she was out but would be back in 5 mins. I asked for details and got the description of something that sounded shaggable to me and was told she was just off Manchester Rd.
I decided to take a risk and drove over to Manchester Road and rang again. Same lady answered the phone and said she was back. I told her I could be there in seconds as I was just round the corner and drove round to the house number I was given.
I don't know why I'm trying to build the suspense up....you all bloody know who this is.......
So I get out of the car, knock on the door and there is the older women who answered the phone.
"She's gone to the shop and she will be back in a minute" I stood on the pavement in the dark street feeling like a muppet when a group of about 6 people came round the corner towards me making me feel even more on top. The older lady suddenly appeared at the door again (like the shop keeper from Mr Benn (come on, who remembers him)) and confirmed this was her. I remember being hugely relieved when the general group suddenly stopped and came back the way they came leaving one solitary lady walking towards me.
Yes,.......it was the crusty old magistrate who sentenced my friend..!!!! No, it was the girl from court, of course. I simply could not believe my luck as she walked closer and i could see for sure it was her. She rather took the edge off for a moment as she turned to her group of friends now skulking on the corner of the street and yelled in a most unladylike way "wait for me!!I'll only be a minute!!!!" Then turned back to me and ushered me inside and straight upstairs to a bedroom. Normally this raucous display along with a suggested intention voiced to the whole street that she intended to get this over with as quickly as possible, would have had me turning on my heels but NOTHING could dampen my elation and disbelief at was was unfolding infant of me. I decided to tell her I had seen her in court that day and had been drawn to her across the room but I think my attempts at being Mr Darcy were probably wasted although she was friendly and warm towards me.
In truth it was, intrinsically as a fuck quite unmemorable. A blow job and into missionary to finish but looking down at her sucking my cock and especially looking at her pretty and familiar face which had been previously saved in the wank bank ( and had already been recalled a few times for self abuse purposes) and remembering her as I screwing her as she moaned and groaned was priceless to me. I can't recall the price paid but I think it was generally around £30 for a hand job, £40 for a blowjob and £50 for sex with one of the girls who advertised in the LEP back then but if I had known that she worked I would have paid much more because of who she was in my head.
A couple of friends of mine have shared this lodging hobby that we gentlemen on here enjoy but sadly the friend whom I went to court with and who had seen her also, sadly did not so I couldn't tell him.
There you go, SolidRock. I hope it was worth the read? I have enjoyed recounting the memory.
A couple of footnotes of ones I knew but missed out on.
1. An absolutely stunning and sexy girl who I used to see regularly in a club in Preston years back whose group of friends I knew to say hello to through one of my friends but nothing more. She appeared to be in a relationship with one of the group and out of my league anyway. A few years later when she had stopped coming in, I got talking to someone who knew her well and she was apparently an escort!!! Ahh...I could have shagged her.
2. A few years ago when my kids were at infants school, there was a Mummy of the seriously yummy variety who my ex wife used to talk to and I used to dream about shagging as she was just my type. It turns out that she used to offer aromatherapy and massage a year or so prior, admittedly before I knew her.
We used to frequent the same pub in our village and one night, after a few drinks I asked her why she chose not to carry on with it, trying not too sound TOO interested as my, then wife was close by. She was quite tipsy and whispered that she had started as a pure remedial massage, had been offered extra money for HE and after turning out down for a while decided to give it a go as it was easy extra money. She decided to stop because she felt bad about what she was doing, she said and was worried it may get out. Suffice to say, from then on every time we were out in the pub and she had had sufficient alcohol, I would develop the most dreadfully tight shoulder in an attempt to tempt her out of retirement but to no avail.
