Party Time in the Sixties!

by Dick the Prophet

Copyright© 2013 by Dick the Prophet

Erotica Sex Story: This story is autobiographical and accurate in its facts; the only fantasy is the anal sex which was illegal at the time and only undertaken in secret, every else is true, including my fight in the pub!

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   True Story   Anal Sex   Doctor/Nurse   .

I was young in the sixties and everything was changing for the better. In Swansea, the old metal working industries were closing down and the need for employment in hard physical labour, which killed you before you were forty, was being replaced by the need for office workers.

This sexual adventure started in a party. A lot of young office workers and students rented flats, and on Saturday nights people would invite other young people in the pub to come back to their flats for a party. I had parties in my flat near the Uplands Pub – sited near where Dylan Thomas was born. One such party was a wash out for me because I had a wrestling match with a Large girl, and lost. I woke up at three o'clock in the morning on my bed, in my clothes, all alone.

For parties, which were properly organised, invitations were sent out before hand. If you didn't know enough girls, you sent an open invitation to the nurses in Singleton Hospital. If you were lucky some might come. I personally found nurses to be a bit hardened by the job they did, their emotional soul crushed by what they saw and had to deal with. I went to a party at the Royal Navy Reserve Unit in the Docks and twelve nurses came from Morriston Hospital. They really enjoyed drinking the whisky at two shillings a shot and smoking the free Naval issue Players cigarettes that where being handed round. The happiest ones were midwifes, because seeing a baby born is the happiest of events, a miracle of God's every time.

After pub closing time, one Saturday, I went with a couple of male friends, with a flagon of beer each, to this party in Bryn Road, near Singleton Hospital. I went first to one party, but after I had made the mistake of saying that I thought the Communists to be a bad lot and had been told that the party was being held by Swansea's Communist Party, I went to one I had been invited to, which was in the next house!

There was quite a lot of girls present, some food and some booze with dancing to record music. I sat down on a sofa and chatted to happy looking girls. The one I liked the look of, was called Helwyn, (which means huntress in welsh), and she was a midwife. We got on well and soon started to snog. After a bit of a break for a slug of beer, she suggested that we should go into the other room. This was an old fashioned dinning room with a table in the middle and all the chairs, without arms, pushed to the wall. There were a few couples occupying the chairs and the room was in relative darkness. I sat on one on the far side from the door and Helwyn sat on my lap.

As we smooched, my right hand, slide up her leg under her skirt until I felt her thigh in the space between her stockings and her knickers. A lovely feeling, I can remember the thrill even now. After a bit more of tongues wrestling, with my prick stirring away underneath her, Helwyn moved her legs apart and I moved my hand to between her legs onto her pants. The cotton was a bit damp, so I felt encouraged to move my hand and slide it underneath the side stitching. This was awkward and I couldn't get anywhere, so Helwyn got off my lap and quickly reached up under her skirt and pulled her knickers down and put them on top of her handbag, which she had put under the chair.

Now she sat down almost with her back to me, and I could reach around her to stroke her slit. She squimered around on my lap as my prick got stiffer and stiffer. Suddenly she got up, turned round to face me and guided my cock into her quim.

She then bounced up and down with wild abandon, saying at the same time, "Don't come yet, wait!"

I concentrated hard, the beer helping to slow me down, but I was nearly coming when she came with a cry, luckily drowned by the music. She stayed still for a moment with me twitching inside her. She got off my lap again, and then turned her back to me. She put her right hand between her legs, found me again and positioned my prick against her bum hole. Slowly she sank onto it. I felt like I had a banana and it was being peeled. Wow, she was tight, I cried out and thrust upwards, spouting spunk into her arse. She carried on moving for a few moments, my cock slipping on its own sperm. It was a lovely feeling.

She turned her head to me and kissed me gently. "That was lovely, Dickie".

After a bit more drinking and dancing I walked her home as she lived nearby and it was on my route home. I left her at the front door of her flat.

The next Friday, I called at her flat, and rang the bell, hoping to ask her out for a drink in the nearby Rhyddings pub. (I didn't go there often as I had been thrown out after having a slight tussle, with my cousin Mogs.) I was surprised when another woman opened the door, and even more to recognise that she was the Staff Nurse who had tended my burnt foot. I had dropped a hot rhubarb pie onto it as I pulled it out of the oven during one of my attempts at cooking. I had thought her to be very attractive then and I smiled to see her now.

"Oh, hello" she said, "are you looking for Helwyn? She's on a late shift and won't be back till after ten".

"Yes, I was," I answered. " I was going to ask her for a drink. I met her in a party last Saturday. Perhaps you would you like to come out instead?"

"Yes, that would be nice, come in while I change."

She was wearing her blue uniform and distinctive dark blue belt.

"I don't usually come home in uniform, but I was delayed by a meeting and would have missed my bus if I had changed."

I went in and she walked into her bedroom, I naturally followed, without thinking that she would need privacy, and she didn't stop me – presumably she was used to dressing and undressing in front of others. As she took off her dress and petticoat, she stopped and put her hand on her back and gave a moan of pain.

"You've got back ache?" I said.

"Yes, it goes with the job" she replied.

"Would like a back massage? My father taught me how to massage his back after digging in the garden."

"Yes, I would like that. You can use the massage oil on my dressing table" and she laid down on the bed in just her bra, pants, suspender belt and black stockings.

I picked up the oil and leant over her and started to massage her back gently, but I couldn't reach the other side, so I pulled off my shoes and straddled her in my trousers. I rubbed the oil into her skin and moved my hands around in circles pressing where I felt a knot of muscles.

"That feels good," she said. Her face was in the pillow and the words were muffled.

I carried on working downwards. As I moved so my penis started to stiffen as I rubbed against her white knickers.

"Right" I thought, "let the beast out".

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