Thursday, 2 August 2007

Sex and Mrs Robinson

 

This photo is specifically for Mopsa (see earlier post on sex magnets).

Yesterday Himself told me about a time when he was 14 and went to stay with a very posh friend in the holidays. The friend, John, who went on to become an actor, had an American mother, in her late 30s at the time, who was an alcoholic. The father didn’t appear to be around, or perhaps he was off earning Big Money, for they were very rich.

Himself and John were served breakfast by a maid, dressed in black with a white pinny, who they both had incredible fantasies about. She seemed quite capable of dealing with two adolescents, and teased them unmercifully, no doubt adding to their horny dreams.

For lunch and evening meals the two boys were sent into town to a restaurant where the family had an account (I kid you not) but they returned to the mansion for tea, which was served by the maid. Not, of course, that they wanted tea, but they were desperate to see the maid again.

One evening Himself trundled off to his single bed to indulge in further wild fantasies concerning the maid when he was stopped on the stairs by John’s mother, somewhat the worse for wear.
‘She grabbed me,’ he said, ‘and kissed me – you know – properly.’
Yes we can all get the gist of that.
‘I was astonished,’ he said with a rumble of a laugh. ‘Remember I was only 14. If it had been a few years later, I would have had her flat on her back.’

Apparently the grope didn’t go any further – presumably she was too drunk. Then I started wondering. Did he tell John? Did the mother make any reference to it in the morning? And did Himself ever stay there again?
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17 comments:

Eurodog said...

We have a fridge magnet which says: "Life's too short to drink bad wine".
Loved the story about the maid.

Miss Understood said...

Ask him! I need to know the outcome!

Wow. What a great story.

Flowerpot said...

Eurodog - I must have a look out for that magnet - sounds a must for my fridge. Hic.

Flowerpot said...

MissU - he's gone out. I'll ask him when he gets back. Why are men never around when you want them?

Mopsa said...

Thank you , thank you! Just as good as described. And that story is one for the novel.

Flowerpot said...

glad you enjoyed it, Mopsa. Funnily enough, I'm just gathering material for the next novel...

Akelamalu said...

Oooer missus, can't wait for himself to get back so you can ask him WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?????

Flowerpot said...

Ak - that might be tomorrow's post!

Rebecca Taunton said...

An excellent story. It seems that 'himself' has lots of interesting stories (has he started his blog yet?). A real Mrs Robinson! Can't wait to find out what happened next.

RT

Around My Kitchen Table said...

Great post! Poor old Himself at 14 - too young to take advantage, but old enough to know what he was missing!

Flowerpot said...

RT - no he hasn't started his blog today. Well, there's a picture of Mollie there but no words - still! And yes he does have a fount of stories and as he isnt telling them, I am!

Table - glad to see you here - do drop by again. Interesting how this occasion stuck in his - er - memory...

EmmaK said...

Flowerpot...wow! This is just so vivid, you must put it all in your next novel. The older woman ravaging the young boy whose hormones have already been thrown into turmoil by the naughty french maid.

Yes, I have noticed that the very rich are usually totally immoral...not that I mind!

Flowerpot said...

emmak - pleased to meet you. This sounds increasingly like material for a Black Lace book...

EmmaK said...

flowerpot...I've written some black lace books and they are very strict about underage sex. They don't even let you have memories of having sex before eighteen. Alas!! I guess you could always make the 'boy' eighteen...

Flowerpot said...

good point, emmak. Somehow it loses its poignancy if the boy is over 18...

Akelamalu said...

You have an award m'dear, please stop by my place and collect it. :)

Nienke Hinton said...

You're such a tease, flowerpot!