Room 2D

Another AI enhanced repost of a favourite story. Here is After the Match from Uniform Girls 2. ‘Your girls were rather over-matched, wouldn’t you say, Henry? Eh?’ ‘Perhaps,’ said Henry, who didn’t much care about tennis tournaments and inter-school rivalry. He took the visiting school’s headmaster into the pavilion, where they were offered strawberries and cream by a shy, wide-eyed girl who seemed somewhat overawed to be in the presence of two headmasters; Sally, who found being in the presence of just one headmaster, Henry, sufficiently intimidating in the normal way. Henry thanked her and pictured her chubby young bottom in its navy blue knickers as she walked away self-consciously, skirt swinging neatly from her hips. ‘Have to have your revenge when you come to us, later in the term.’ ‘I dare say we shall,’ said Henry, still engrossed in his recollection of the strawberry-bringer’s plump and bouncy buttocks as she’d squirm...

Story from Janus 53 by Christopher James It all started for me half a century ago. This is a tale of two girls; Nina, aged 18, and Rose, 16. They were my cousins. Nina, who worked in an office, was quite attractive but not a beauty, and rather broad around the hips. Rose, on the other hand, was a very pretty girl, possessing lovely chestnut hair with auburn tints, and a good well-rounded figure. As a young man back in the thirties, I used to spend two weeks summer holiday with my widowed aunt and the two daughters, in a north-east seaside town. I became moderately intimate with Nina and we indulged in some petting, but it was frustrating for me because, despite some passionate sessions, she always kept her head and her modesty, and would never permit so much as a touch below the waist. She was certainly no prude, but in those days a girl could be ‘ruined’ by an unwed pregnancy without an urgent marriage — and such a contingency fo...

From Uniform Girls 23. A lengthy and entertaining exploration of a woo-woo “science” cult in seven parts, illustrated with pictures of two lovely girls. JOURNEY IN THE DARK The big car sped along the fast lane of the motorway, considerably in excess of the legal speed limit but with no sound of effort from its powerful motor. It was dark outside apart from the passing lights of other vehicles, a cool November evening; inside it was dark too, in the rear seat certainly, but snug and warm. Behind the black-suited shoulders and peaked cap of the driver the big middle-aged man turned to his scarcely visible companion. ‘What did you think, Michelle? Did that go all right?’ Mr Barnard was referring to his lecture, delivered in a hall in the suburbs of Birmingham a little earlier. Delivered to an audience of Organisation members, though not of its elite, inner circle of initiates. He knew it had gone well and he knew his young comp...