Room 2D

From Blushes Supplement 9 It was perhaps an unusual sight. No, not  perhaps ; it was  definitely  an unusual sight. Harry Ainsworth’s eyes opened wide. The girl who had entered Mr Murgatroyd’s oak-panelled study was in football kit of cherry-red shirt and white shorts. The shirt, round-necked and short-sleeved had clearly nothing underneath except the girl. No bra certainly. Two firm good-sized breasts stretched the cherry-red front, a pair of seemingly erect nipples at their peaks. And below, the abbreviated white shorts were equally skin-tight over rounded flanks and equally clearly had nothing underneath. Or at least there were no knickers, for the shorty shorts were of a partially translucent nylon which would have shown them, but it was not true to say she had  nothing  underneath and it was this that made her outfit decidedly unusual. For footballers, even lady ones, do not usually wear suspender be...

From Uniform Girls 15 ‘Had old Forster look her over, of course; give the whole thing a feel of respectability, don’t you know?’ ‘Respectability? I thought Forster had been struck off.’ ‘Oh, well, yes — he has, but the girl isn’t to know that, is she. Nor her father.’ ‘Thought he was her stepfather.’ ‘Stepfather. Sorry — hadn’t realised we were being pedantic.’ ‘Not pedantic, old boy — just that I like to know what’s what. Don’t see what it’s got to do with him, anyway; I thought she was beyond the age of needing her guardian’s consent — beyond the age where she even needed a guardian, for that matter. ‘Well, I’m not quite sure about that aspect of it. Still, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen — what’s the difference? So long as someone’s signed the enrolment forms, eh?’ ‘I suppose so. What did Forster do with her then? Make her strip off, eh?’ ‘Well, I did ask him to ‘look her over’ — couldn’t very well do that if he didn’t...

A photo-story by Julie Holmes from Februs 17 It had been a long day and there were still at least three hours to go. Prunella Simmons had arrived at the tea rooms at seven as usual to start preparing the basic items for the day. Then there had been the breakfast rush (why didn’t these people stay at home and have cornflakes like any civilised being would do?) followed by the genteel lady shoppers arriving for elevenses which, in turn, were followed by the usual motley crowd at lunchtime. The two part-timers had helped to clear the debris and then left for the day and it would be a good half-hour before the Canadian student arrived to assist with the afternoon cream teas. Pru was exhausted and the chaise-longue standing guard in front of the curtained boundary between public tea-room and the private living quarters of the proprietor was just too inviting. She plumped a cushion and stretched out for a quick break with a magazine a...