"Hans, I can do you a favour." said the voice on the phone. It was my mate Rob. "There's a girl who works with my next door neighbour who's just got divorced and isn't looking forward to a lonely Christmas holiday. I've been seeing her since last month but I'm going to give up. She's a bit old for me and it's not going anywhere. She's a good looking bird who's just your type - small tits and a great sense of humour and you're about her age."
"I've been trying to bang her for the past couple of weeks, but no joy. She made me sleep on her sofa even though she's got a double bed in her new flat. She told me that she never sleeps with a bloke until she's certain about him - and NEVER on the first date. We're going to the pub in East Hampton for the usual Christmas Eve Do if you're interested?"
He picked me up and introduced me to Carole and her Alsatian dog, Kit.
Carole and I got on fine, and when I discovered that one of the regulars' wife, who I was fond of, had died recently she came over and gave me a hug because I looked very unhappy.
Rob finished with her two days before the New Year and asked me to give her a call to check that she was OK. I did and asked her whether she'd like to join me and some friends to see in the New Year.
I must explain here that I'm in my late twenties and live in a small town in western England that's on a hill, and that my 'gang' drink in one of three pubs. My house is a hundred yard from the town centre, a hundred yards up a steep hill.
There's Will and Mary who are married and in their mid thirties, Peter and Rita who are newly married and about twenty, John and Susie who are in their early twenties, and whoever else happens to be around like Rob, who's a student. A disparate group but we love each other's company. Remember all this, the information will be useful in future episodes.
New Year's eve arrived and the weather was ghastly. Snow had been falling all day and it was getting heavier. There were weather alerts on the radio and by the time that Carole arrived at about seven o'clock there was already eight inches of snow with it being blown into drifts much deeper.
Carole had walked a couple of miles to get to my house and she was already covered with snow and pretty cold. She had her Alsatian, Kit with her on a lead and I welcomed her to the house where a log fire was already blazing in the living room with a mug of hot chocolate with brandy in it for Carole and a bowl of water for Kit. I was surprised when Carole returned my Hello kiss by forcing her tongue between my lips and licking the inside of my lips. Once Carole and Kit had warmed themselves by the fire, I put up the fireguard and we set off for the pub at the bottom of the hill.
The pub was nearly empty and I ordered a pint of strong cider for myself. Carole surprised me by asking for the same for herself. None of my friends had arrived at the pub by eight o'clock so we decided to move on to the next one which is next to Mary and Will's house. The road was slushy and unpleasant to walk on but it was a pointless journey. That pub was also devoid of my friends.. We waited for half an hour while we had another pint each before going on to the third pub.
To get there, we walked through the back streets where the snow was drifting over the snow that had compacted and frozen during the day. As we walked (well slithered actually) Kit was being a pain as she pulled us on her lead somewhat faster than we could manage while keeping our step on the ice. She kept tugging us over and we fell in a giggling heap time and time again until finally we made it over the hill and into the pub.
Yet again, none of my gang were there, so we had a third pint each and left. By now, the snow was really heavy and as we went towards my house, we slipped in the snow more and more frequently. The roads and paths were getting really treacherous now and we kept falling into snow drifts and getting covered in it. Sometimes, Kit would pull us over with her lead and sometimes it wound round us and tripped us up. We were definitely very tipsy and laughing loudly at our misfortunes by the time that we reached the shelter of the house, both covered in snow.
As soon as we got in the house, we removed our shoes and jackets and I put some extra logs on the fire, and then went to the kitchen to put some Glühwein on to heat. By the time I returned to the living room, the fire as blazing and Carole was standing in front of it, steaming. " Right, let's get you out of those wet clothes." It's an old line but it's a good'un and it wouldn't hurt to use it again. It would at least raise a chuckle. It worked! Carole took off her thick sweater revealing a thin blouse underneath. That too was pretty wet on the back.
"I'll go and get you a towel" and went and got a warm one from the airing cupboard. While doing that she took off her wet socks and jeans.
"And the blouse" I suggested when I got back with the warm fluffy towel. Without hesitating, she slowly undid the buttons on the blouse and dropped it on the pile of discarded clothing. No bra! (I realised that she didn't really need one for support, and later discovered that she only wore one at work to hide her nipples.) So there was this pretty girl standing in front of me wearing just a small pair of pink panties while her pert little breasts with their two pink nipples looked up at me. I put the towel round her shoulders and went to fetch the Glühwein.
