Room 2D

Story from Blushes 3 Katie’s return from her weekend away brought home a girl who, in her quiet, watchful, almost respectful manner, might have been an entirely different person from the rebellious-spirited teenager who had departed so cockily on the previous Friday evening. Collected at the station early on Sunday evening, she humped her one small suitcase into the back seat of the car and then sat beside her uncle in the front for the fifteen minute drive to the house. She was subdued, careful not to initiate conversation yet unusually polite when spoken to, looking for the most part through the windscreen but paying attention in an almost studied way when her uncle made casual observations and asked questions of her about her two days at Grogmore House. She kept her hands in her lap, her pleated skirt dipping down between her thighs as she nervously interlaced her fingers and untangled them over and over. Once at the house she asked to be allowed to change out of her uniform, bu

Story from Blushes 47 ‘This is the cash till, I don’t need to tell you,’ Mr Night says. ‘The centre of operations. We’ll have to watch you don’t get your fingers in it, eh?’ He laughs at his little joke, and pushes himself harder against Ann. Against her bottom. Ann gives a nervous little laugh. She has only started this morning, less than half an hour ago in fact. Mr Night’s shop isn’t open to customers yet. So it is only her and Mr Night here. Mr Night and his new trainee assistant. Ann is standing at the till and her new employer for the purposes of instruction, but also and more especially for his own pleasure, is standing pressed close against her back. His loins in particular are pressed hard against the jutting swell of Ann’s bottom. ‘You’ve got a nice shape, Ann. I’ll say that for you. And a pretty face too. But that’s why I took you on, isn’t it? A pretty face and a nice figure. This nice bum you’ve got here.’ Mr Night rubs himself against it. George Night advertised his vacan

Story from Blushes 21 documenting the f urther exploits of the  elderly rascals  who sit on the committee of the Guardians Club ( The Club Part 1  and  Part 2 ). ‘It was on the train down to Truro, a lovely run as you know on a nice day and this was a real beauty, blue skies all the way. Anyway as it happened I was travelling second class, don’t know why, I rarely do, but if I  hadn’t …’ ‘George!’ said Max sharply. George stopped, eyes querying. ‘You’re going on a bit, George. Could you come to the point?’ ‘Sorry,’ said George who knew he did go on a bit at times. ‘Well, it was the girl of course.’ At the word ‘girl’ the others immediately gave their full attention, because girls were a major interest of this little group assembled. An all-consuming, all-embracing interest it would not be too much to say. Young and softly nubile ones. Budding. George notwithstanding his rambling conversational manner was very much a membe