Back in England when I was much younger in 1959, they had these huge working men's clubs and every year they would get up several bus or train trips to the coast.
Well one time I went on a train trip to the coast with several other young guys who were the same age as I was. Being as most of us had just barely reached the age of being able to legally drink we foolishly spent money on acquiring bottles of wine.
We toured the seaside town and like idiots we ignored food so by mid afternoon we were on the beach drunk out of our minds. Looking back I'm certainly not proud of what we did but we were young and foolish. The group split up later in the day and most of them decided to get closer to the train station before it was time to get the return train home.
In my drunken wisdom I stayed on the beach and fell asleep, then of course I missed the return train home. The first thing I did when I awoke was to be sick and the next thing I did was to buy coffee and the third thing I did was to seek advice from the info' desk at the train station. I found out that the train I came on was a special train, put on for the occasion and the best they could do was put me on a train that would have a stop about thirty miles from my town. Then I would be on my own and I may find a bus going towards my hometown.
They never told me that the hour would be getting late by then, and it would be very unlikely to be able to find a bus at that time of night. Especially in the small community of Penistone, which is on the Yorkshire Moors and that would be where I would be getting off the train.
I felt terrible, I had the mother of all hangovers so I agreed with their plan and caught the train they suggested. I remember I was sat in a compartment with two different guys and a woman and all I wanted to do was keep my eyes closed and cover my head from all light and sound.
The train rumbled on and on and after about an hour it stopped and the two men left the train so I was left facing this lady who was fairly good looking but probably about forty years old. When she spoke to me for the first time I noticed she had a strong European accent but her English was very good when she asked if I felt all right. I told her I felt terrible so she went into her purse and gave me two headache pills and told me that they might help.
I guess they did for a while and she later asked where I was getting off in case I fell asleep again. When I told her she said that that was also her station to get off and asked if I lived in that area so I basically told her some of the story about missing my special train to my home town. She did think that it was rather comical and told me that one-day I would look back and see the humor and the foolishness of my youth.
"Oh by the way, I'm Erika." She told me and I told her my name was "Allen."
Finally the train stopped again and she told me this was hers and my stop, so we both got off the train together. We walked past the small bus depot and she looked at the charts.
"Your last bus has gone Allen, it's much earlier on Sunday's, the next one is Monday, that's tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock, then again in the evening at 8pm. You are in a bit of a pickle now so you better come home with me and then you can decide which one tomorrow." She told me so I just followed her like a sheep.
God it was so cold I was shivering, I even saw snowflakes in the wind. We seemed to walk forever to get to her very small house that was at the very edge of the small town and stood out in the open, facing the partially snow covered Yorkshire moors.
Erika opened the door and we rushed inside, it was a pleasure to get out of the icy wind but it was even cold inside the house because she only had a coal fireplace and she had been out all day, so had the fire.
She made the fire and soon had it blazing while we sat still fully dressed in our coats sipping a mug of warm tea after I had taken two more headache pills and also munching on some potato chips. I can't say I was feeling better but I wasn't feeling any worse.
In about 20 seconds she had shown me around the entire house, which consisted of one small bedroom, one tiny bathroom and the joint kitchen/ living room that we were sat in sipping more tea. The furnishings in the living room were very sparse with just a small table and two chairs and then just one arm-chair, the small bedroom had one double bed and a small set of drawers.
It may have been the smallest house I had ever been inside; but it almost looked like a miniature art gallery as most of the walls were covered in paintings and in the corner was an easel with dozens of paintings stood in a row behind it on a rack. It was getting late I guess because she had told me already that it was past her bedtime.
"I'm an artist I paint things and people, one day I hope to paint you Allen. Listen you'll have to be happy with sleeping in my bed, because when the fire goes out you would freeze out here in the chair." Erika said and it didn't really matter to me, I just needed to get my head down and hopefully sleep off my hangover.
I went to the bathroom first which was about as big as a closet, it just had a toilet and a small sink, and then I went into the bedroom and took off my suit and shirt then quickly got into the cold bed wearing just my underpants and vest. The bedroom felt like an icebox, it was so cold.
Moments later I felt her get into bed behind me and then she snuggled up really close and put her bare arm over me and rubbed my chest and down my hip. I really thought she was just trying to get me to feel warmer.
"Turn over this way, young man." She said and I did, that's when I saw she didn't have any clothes on at all, except later I found out she was wearing some socks.
She was on her side facing me and I couldn't take my eyes off her big beautiful nipples that were sat atop her full bulging breasts that were being squashed together by her arms and forming a deep crevasse. Then as she lifted the blanket briefly I caught sight of her firm tummy and all the way down to her hairy light blonde bush.
I was in shock and the only thing worse than being in shock, is being in shock with a hangover, but for reasons beyond my control my pecker was coming to attention and she had already noticed.
"Take those clothes off Allen, we will keep ourselves warm with body heat." Erika told me and I was awestruck. This woman was fairly good looking with a nice figure and very little fat, but old enough to be my mother I thought as she tugged at my vest and when that was off; she tugged at my underpants. Holy smokes I couldn't believe what was happening.