Downshire Diary – (92) Alison and the Massage Guy

 

She bumped into Eric Jespersen, in the park one night and they ended up having a rather prolonged kiss up against an old oak tree.

Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and Alison had been to the library.

Afterwards Eric walked her to her block and they kissed in the shadows

“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said

“I hope we can too” he replied

“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house

“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied

“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified

“You could have been attacked” Amy added

Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.

She wasn’t sure if that kiss in the park would indeed lead to anything but she had hopes.but if nothing came of it she had at least snogged the gorgeous Dane in the woods.

And as the weeks went by it veryy much looked like that would be the full extent of it until fate took a hand again.

 

Her most regular partner, Eric Jespersen, she met by chance after bumping into him in the park one night and they ended up bumping uglies up against an old oak tree.

Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and so he met Alisons criteria however serendipidously.

It turned out to be the first of many such encounters and one of their favourite venues was the Leisure Centre Swimming pool.

Though the first occasion happened again quite by chance.

Eric was a regular swimmer and he was at the pool almost every day but for Alison it was a rarity as she wasn’t really sure how hygienic a public pool could be.

Nonetheless they met after his swim by chance and had sex in the cubicle and after that they became regulars.

 

She bumped into Eric Jespersen, in the park one night and they ended up having a rather prolonged kiss up against an old oak tree.

Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and Alison had been to the library.

Afterwards Eric walked her to her block and they kissed in the shadows

“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said

“I hope we can too” he replied

“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house

“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied

“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified

“You could have been attacked” Amy added

Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.

She wasn’t sure if that kiss in the park would indeed lead to anything but she had hopes.but if nothing came of it she had at least snogged the gorgeous Dane in the woods.

And as the weeks went by it veryy much looked like that would be the full extent of it until fate took a hand again when they bumped into each other in the changing rooms at the University swimming pool and kissed again in one of the cubicles.

After the first time they met at the swimming pool and met there regularly for two weeks until they finally progressed to an actual date which was only the first of many.

For Alison’s 20th birthday Eric took her to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and she was in paradise, there were so many ways for someone with OCD to get clean.

Equally as their relationship had progressed there were also many places for them to get dirty and for three days there was a lot of both.

But that long weekend break to celebrate her birthday was in fact quite momentous because in between the treatments and intimacies their relationship had turned to true love, and because of that they became regular guests at the Spa.

 

Most of their time was spent in the water in some shape or form or in the steam rooms or their room but one afternoon as he exited the pool Eric said

“Do you want a massage?”

“Oh no” she replied vehemently not wanting someone else’s hands on her

“Are you sure?” Eric said

“Definitely” she said “I’d like a sauna though”

“Ok” he replied

 

“I could do it” Eric said as they sat in the sauna

“Do what darling?”

“A massage” he replied

“I can do it if you like”

“Ok” she agreed

 

“Lie down on the bed while I warm the oil” Eric instructed and as he watched Alison she let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor and then she slipped her costume off her shoulders.

Alison completed her undress and climbed onto the bed and lay face down on the towel Eric had prepared and as soon as she was settled Eric applied the oil and began to rub it into her soft skin

“That feels nice” she said

“Only nice?” he asked

“I was hoping my wife to be would think it was better than nice” Eric said

“Hmmm, it does feel nice” she responded as he applied more pressure

“Hang on, what did you say?”

“I said that the hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”

“No you said “my wife to be”” Alison said and raised herself up on one elbow and looked around at him

“Did I?” Eric asked “I don’t remember that”

“You did, you did” she exclaimed and rolled onto her back

“Ok” he confessed “I did, so what do you think?”

“Well you haven’t asked me anything yet” she said coyly

“Oh it’s like that is it” he said “Will you marry me?”

“I’ll think about it” she replied and rolled back onto her stomach

“Really? Well you can think about this while you’re at it” he retorted and began to tickle her mercilessly

“Ok, ok, I’ll marry you” she squealed and he rolled her onto her back and kissed her.

Downshire Diary – (91) The Babysitter

 

Eleanor Saunders was a 29 year old divorcee with two young children who still lived in the marital home in Dulcet Green, the village where she was born and she concidered herself very lucky to be living in the place that she loved.

But she was still an attractive woman, very attractive most would say, and although she loved her children dearly she had needs outside of the family which wernt being met, so she started dating again, blind dates mainly, which were usually disasterous.

On the occasions when she did go out, she had a number of local girl who baby sat for her, they varied in ages from 16 to 18 but there was one older girl, Christine Murch, who was her first choice to babysit for her.

Chrissie was a pretty blonde student who was in her third year at Abbottsford University and was a quiet studious girl who was always grateful of the extra money, and could study just as well in Ellie’s house as at home, but Chrissie had a secret.

 

It came to light after one particularly disasterous date when Eleanor arrived home early and found Chrissie laying on the sofa behaving a little out of character, she was agitated and flustered, and  Ellie suspected she might have been on drugs.

She suspected she was a bit too noisy as she opened the front door which gave the girl a chance to hide the evidence and Ellie found herself feeling a little dissapointed in the girl, she thought she was better than that.

But Ellie was certain sure she was up to something and found herself wishing she’d been a bit quieter with the front door.

 

The next day, after she’d taken the children to school she sat on the sofa drinking her coffee and made an interesting discovery.

One of her silk blouses was stuffed down the back of the cushion, which she was certain she had put in the wash the previous morning.

Eleanor imediately thought the previous nights nearmiss and the unearthing of her dirty blouse had to be connected, she held it to her face and she could still smell her perfume on it, and then she put two and two together and she realised why Chrissie was so flustered the previous evening, and Ellie had some very salacious images in her head and found herself really turned on.

 

Eleanor spent the afternoon wearing a very smug expression on her face and harbouring a salacious plan in her head.

And the first part of the plan was to bait the trap which she did by reapplying perfume to her silk blouse and putting it in her wash bin.

The second part was to phone Chrissie and ask if she could babysit that evening.

And once the kids were safely tucked up in bed she would bring out the artillery, her best and hottest black silk ensemble and black stockings all beneath a black designer dress and victory would be hers.

 

Once the kids were safely tucked up in bed she brought out the artillery, her best and hottest black silk ensemble and black stockings all beneath a black designer dress.

She also took extra care with her hair and makeup so she could optimise the impact, so that when she appeared downstairs Chrissie would be blown away.

“How do I look?” she asked almost casually    

“Wow, you look stunning” Chrissie said

“Are you doing something special?”

“I do hope so” Ellie thought to herself but out loud she said

“No just dinner”

“Well he’s a very lucky man” she said

Eleanor spent longer than usual getting out the door as she wanted to give Chrissie every oportunity to drink in the vision of her in her finery and crossing and recrossing the lounge also wafted her expensive perfume arround the room, although she wasn’t sure that was the way Chrissie liked to smell her perfume.

Ellie also did a lot of bending over, much more than usual, and she even lifted the hem of her dress and adjusted her stocking right infront of her to great effect, and the pleasure on her face was palpable.

 

When Ellie was quite sure she’d tempted and teased her babysitter enough she picked up her bag and keys and said goodbye.

“Have a nice time” Chrissie said

Eleanor slammed the front door behind her but instead of getting in the car she crept around the side of the house and reentered via the kitchen door.

She put her bag down and slipped off her shoes and tiptoed across the kitchen and quietly into the dining room to the half open door that led to the lounge and waited for the show to start and after the very noticable effect she had on the baby sitter she didn’t think it would be long.

And sure enough as she peered through the crack in the door, Chrissie was just returning from the wash bin with Eleanors silk blouse, and a pair of leggings, also from the wash bin.

But then much to Ellie’s surprise she didn’t make her self comfortable on the sofa, instead she slipped off her jeans and replaced them with Ellies leggings, then she removed her top and put Ellies blouse on and buttoned it up and then she closed her eyes and hugged her self as she  breathed in Eleanors exotic perfume.

Then she watched as Chrissie sat on the sofa still hugging herself and smiling which was when Ellie decided to make her move. 

 

So she slipped out of her black designer dress and stepped silently into the lounge wearing only hottest black silk ensemble and black stockings that Chrissie enjoyed so much earlier.

Eleanor stopped beside the sofa and looked down on her babysitter.  

“Is there anything else of mine you’d like to wear?” she said holding out her black dress and Chrissie opened her eyes and gasped, and all the colour drained from her face.

Firstly because she had been discovered wearing Ellies clothes and then again when she noticed Eleanor was in her underwear.

“Oh wow” she exclaimed

 

Eleanor rarely went out after that night but when Chrissie was home from University she still babysat two or three times aweek so Ellie didn’t need to go out anymore to have her needs met.

Downshire Diary – (90) Sunday Service

 

On his journey home from Church, William Grant found it quite remarkable just how many women of the village were wandering the streets and lanes of Dulcet St Mary long after the service had ended, despite the inclement weather.

But for 50 year old Brian, these ladies of mixed ages and physical dimensions all dressed in their Sunday best were all in his opinion second best to the lady he was on the way to see.

But as he passed the ladies, every one of them smiled pleasantly at him and he thought to himself as he returned their smiles

“You would not be smiling so politely at me if you knew how you failed to measure up”

When he reached his destination he opened the front door and went straight through to lounge where he found his widowed lover, Gillian Townsend, lying alluringly on the couch.

“Hello Darling” she said “Good service?”

“Yes very good” he replied

“Excellent” she said “now I would like a good Sunday service”

Downshire Diary – (89) Alison and the Spa Guy

 

Alison Holmes went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.

She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.

All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.

Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from   Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.

The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.

 

Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal but she was a nice girl.

She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.

Alison didn’t have a boyfriend when she went to university partly because of her OCD but mainly because she hadn’t met the right person until one night she met someone quite by chance.

 

She bumped into Eric Jespersen, in the park one night and they ended up having a rather prolonged kiss up against an old oak tree.

Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and Alison had been to the library.

Afterwards Eric walked her to her block and they kissed in the shadows

“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said

“I hope we can too” he replied

“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house

“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied

“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified

“You could have been attacked” Amy added

Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.

She wasn’t sure if that kiss in the park would indeed lead to anything but she had hopes.but if nothing came of it she had at least snogged the gorgeous Dane in the woods.

And as the weeks went by it veryy much looked like that would be the full extent of it until fate took a hand again when they bumped into each other in the changing rooms at the University swimming pool and kissed again in one of the cubicles.

After that first time they met there regularly for two weeks until they finally progressed to an actual date which was only the first of many.

 

For Alison’s 20th birthday Eric took her to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and she was in paradise, there were so many ways for someone with OCD to get clean.

Equally as their relationship had progressed there were also many places for them to get dirty and for three days there was a lot of both.

But that long weekend break to celebrate her birthday was in fact quite momentous because in between the treatments and intimacies their relationship had turned to true love.

Downshire Diary – (88) Naughty on any Level

 

Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Shannon Pond took it upon herself to provide additional services, partly to make sure they regained their self-worth, but on occasions it was more than that but only once did it go beyond the professional.

One of her all too familiar haunts was Shaftsbury Towers in Finchbottom, a rundown modern day slum tenement.

When she got there she found, not for the first time, that the lifts weren’t working and so she had to yomp up 15 flights of stairs up a stairwell that stank of urine.

She was more than a little flushed when she reached her destination, short of breath and short of patience.

Her first patient was Dakota Hogan, a pretty terminally ill 19 year old girl, who was quite naturally depressed.

Shannon was almost 35 and very experienced in her field and she had watched many young people dying before their time.  

Shannon knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Hogan, the patient’s mother answered the door.

“Hello dear” she said

“Hello Mrs Hogan” Shannon said “How’s the patient today?”

“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help her”

“Just be supportive” she said

“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.

“Dakota! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the blonde hair”

Shannon smiled and Mrs Hogan said

“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”

 

On that day Dakota was in a very positive mood and Shannon had the easiest visit she had had with her, which improved her own mood, but she knew from experience that it was likely to be a false dawn and that there would doubles be darker days ahead.

 

When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Hogan got out.

“Oh wonderful, they’re working again” Shannon said

“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the girl?”

“You know, I think she’s a bit brighter” she replied

“Oh I do hope so dear” Mrs Hogan said

 

She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.

Shannon said her goodbyes to Mrs Hogan and stepped in and when she turned around she saw Tom Hughes jogging towards the lift.

 

Although she was often willing to go the extra mile for her patients she always drew a line at crossing the line with family or friends of the patient.

But Tom’s mum wasn’t her patient anymore, and as she fancied him like mad, she pressed the hold button.

“Thanks” he said

“No problem, how are you? How’s your mum?” she asked as the lift began to descend

“Good” he replied

“I bet you are” she thought and began flirting with him but her flirtations were abruptly halted when the lift started rattling and shaking and threw the pair of them into one corner.

“I don’t mind if I do” she said and kissed him.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he said

“Me too” she concurred and the lift started moving again.

By the time they had reached the ground floor and emerged into the lobby she was the picture of respectability again and they had a dinner date for that evening.

Downshire Diary – (87) In the Club

 

Brian Myers was a thrice married and thrice divorced retired gentleman of leisure, 55 years of age and everything still in full working order, and he divided his time equally between the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club and the Sharpington Head Yacht Club.

Whichever venue it was he could normally be found in the bar or the restaurant and he was seldom alone, because he was a social animal.

 

Maureen Godfrey was in her late 40s and was a hardworking waitress at the Golf Club and was well aware of Brian’s foibles as she had been on the receiving end of his wit and charm on more than one occasion.

“Good afternoon ladies” she said addressing the two 50 somethings, Helen Cork and Katrina Last, sitting either side of him.

“And gentleman” she added in a tone that made it perfectly clear that she didn’t thing he was one.

“It’s nice to see you keeping such respectable company for a change” she continued then to the ladies again she added

“I hope he’s not leading you astray, he has such a lot of bad habits”

Helen blushed and Katrina gave him a knowing smile.

Maureen then gave him a look that said just stick with the old birds and behave yourself until I get off duty.

What she didn’t know of course was just how badly the two respectable old birds would have liked to behave with him had he given them and encouragement.

Katrina was at that very moment playing footsie with him underneath the table and Helen was fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat as she wondered what she had to do to catch her man.

What neither of them were aware of however was that Brian had eyes only for Maureen so after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company he decided to head for home to Highfinch and had a long afternoon nap to recharge the batteries before he got ready to spend the evening with the lovely Maureen when he intended to ask her to be the fourth Mrs. Myers.

Downshire Diary – (86) Are You Wearing Stockings?

 

Carl Daniels was in Beiderbecke’s, a moody Jazz Club in a seedy corner of Finchbottom.

It was just approaching 11 pm when he arrived and he already had several drinks under his belt and he had just ordered another drink at the bar when he spied her in the gloom, and their eyes met across the room.

He did a double take because he wasn’t expecting to see her there in the club.

 

Sarah Hammond had seen him come in, she had been there for an hour waiting for him, and she was beginning to think she had dressed up for nothing.

 

Carl liked what he saw and was surprised by it, she was so different from “Frumpy” Sarah who he saw in the library every day, but she had caught his eye even as a frump but Sarah didn’t know he was hooked already.

She thought she had to dress like a vamp to get his attention.

 

“Are you wearing stockings?” he asked himself as she got up and walked towards him.

Sarah had to weave in between tables and as she moved slalom like, and she shuffled sideways through narrow gaps.

But stockings or not, Carl very much liked what he saw as she got closer.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked

“I liked what I saw before” he replied

“Really?”

“I’ve always liked what I saw” he said and without speaking she took hold of his hand and led him from the club and when they got back to his flat he got the answer to the question

“Are you wearing stockings?”