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?
