“Goodnight, darlin’,’’ said the old man as he strolled past, admiring the shape of a woman in a crouch, her bottom extended and her crotch stretched invitingly. What fun they could have if she were doing this naked, in the splendid privacy of his little flat.
Life is so tedious, Jackie thought to herself as she stooped to put the padlock on the bottom of the rolling shutter. Why did they even have this shutter? Although this was a betting shop and therefore money did change hands a lot, surely people weren’t stupid enough to think you’d leave vast sums of cash in it overnight.
And as for old Len and his cheery but thinly-disguised lusting after her, he was a symptom of the disease that plagued her. She was a woman in a man’s world. As the manager of this shop, she oversaw a staff of three men and almost all of the customers were male too. But not one of them aroused a spark in her. Some could, she imagined, do the job if the situation presented itself, and they must have wives and girlfriends. But at work, it was all banter of an old-fashioned, sexist type, which was mildly amusing at times but terribly dull in the main.
You’re not a bad looking woman, she told herself later, as she stood before the bathroom mirror. Her blonde hair was still silky and framed her face nicely. And that face: okay, it was rather stern, but there was nothing he could do about that, and the short, wide glasses gave her a certain gravitas. But that was the last thing she needed when she looked naturally forbidding.
Her glance slipped down to her chest, where the vast expanse of her milky body-skin began. Men liked her breasts, which were frankly enormous and hung like rugby balls down to her navel. They have a thing about enormous bazookas, and she didn’t know why but maybe she should count herself lucky and try to capitalize on that.
Yes. Tonight was going to be the night when she grabbed herself a man, or a whole legion of them. She had already put her profile on the mature dating site. To stand out from the crowd she had aimed at breast-lovers, even looking up the shorthand for breast worship, stating that she wanted someone who wanted anr. She hadn’t explained it, which would oblige anyone interested to look it up, so they would have to have a modicum of intelligence.
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Degsy logged on as usual and found, as always, no sign of interest from these women. A few had looked at his profile but none had sent a message, and anyway, the “messages” were usually generated by some illiterate site employee in an attempt to get the ball rolling. So you couldn’t get too excited.
He dutifully looked at the profiles of those who had browsed him and found jumpinjack, a rather alarming name for a woman, if indeed she was a woman. The pictures were definitely of a female of the species, a strict-looking type with pale skin and huge tits. She was looking down at the camera with a disdainful expression that didn’t immediately appeal to him. But her black shirt was unbuttoned and pulled down to reveal those milk-white udders, stopping just short of the nipples.
He read the profile and was pleasantly surprised to find no spelling mistakes and competent punctuation. As a teacher, this was oddly important to him. Even as he trawled these archives of despair, looking for nothing more than sexual gratification, he was appalled at “definately” and “sence of humour” and the way one sentence ran into the next, leaving nowhere to take a breath.
But this woman with the vast expanses of pale skin and the breathtaking knockers apparently took pride in her words as well as her looks.
She was into anr, whatever that was. Obviously not A&R – artistes and repertoire, as his long-ago striving to be a rock star, had impressed upon him. It meant several things, he found when he googled it, and one of them was adult nursing relationship. Further investigation and simple pondering led him to the conclusion that the woman liked having her nipples sucked for long periods, perhaps until milk flowed.
Was that possible if she wasn’t pregnant? He didn’t know. Anyway, she also spoke about, “rude sex sessions,” so at least it didn’t end at nipples. He liked the word rude.
He sent her a short message.
“Would love to suck your nipples for ages, among other rude things.” It wasn’t worth creating a masterpiece, he had found. If she was interested, she was interested and if not, then not.
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Jackie was, at first, amazed but soon saddened at the deluge of monosyllabic responses she received. How desperate the world was. How hopeless these men were: devoid of hope and clutching at straws while demonstrating their social inadequacy. But that wasn’t fair, she told herself. Social inadequacy was to be pitied and helped.
But it wasn’t a one-woman job and she wasn’t a social worker. She silently wished them good luck and moved on to the next.
After half a depressing hour she came across degsy4u. No innuendo; no bragging about the size of his cock or what he was going to do to her. And he had looked up anr and was apparently into it. She messaged him back quickly, before some other opportunist could spirit him away.
They soon moved away from sex talk as they felt each other out. He lived half an hour away from her on the Tube, he in west London and she in the south. He was divorced and lived alone. So was she. They got along so well that she felt slightly guilty about what had brought them to each other’s attention. On the other hand, her need for sex hadn’t evaporated just because her brain was engaged.
They arranged to meet on the following night, Friday.
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Degsy was amazed at how quickly his focus had moved from her body to her mind. He wanted to meet her and yes, he fully intended to suck her nipples and explore her pale, unloved body, but he also wanted to feel her heart touching his.
They were meeting at a pub near her house. That meant if it went well they could go back to hers, which presumably felt safer to her. And she had a dog, she had made a point of telling him.
Degsy’s Friday dragged. Jackie’s was busy but her mind wasn’t on the job. When she got home she showered immediately and was ready far too early. She poured a gin and tonic and thought about checking the site, then stopped herself. Maybe that one night had been enough. She should see how this went before looking for something else.
She was wearing the big black shirt from the photograph, along with her most comfortable black jeans, which hugged her bottom but didn’t make her look fat. She was fat, she knew, but he had said he liked her shape, or what he had seen of it.
Jackie was aware she looked quite severe in the picture and had given the impression of being a bit of a dominatrix, which she wasn’t really. But Degsy liked her, so maybe he liked a bit of that. She would have to play it by ear.
She sat at a table in the corner of the bar, playing with her phone. Degsy arrived ten minutes after her, which she had intended.
He looked quite smart in a pale blue casual shirt and chinos. He looked like he was on a date and she had to remind herself that he was, and so was she.
It was one of those big pubs that serve a lot of food, so they had a meal together without spending a lot of money, because they were going Dutch. She didn’t want him thinking he could buy her.
She decided after half an hour that he would be going home with her.
Degsy decided the moment he walked through the door that he wanted to do what they were both on the site for.