Laura - Sex Stories

Laura

... name badge," I lied. "I don't wear a name badge," she frowned. "To be honest," I started slowly, "I don't know your name. You just looked remarkably like someone called Laura." "Oh, how strange," she smiled again. "I am actually called Laura. I was named after my Grandmother's sister, Laura Pendleton. She died the day I was born so my mother named me Laura." I couldn't reply. My tongue seemed cleaved to my mouth. I couldn't believe she was saying this. When I finally managed to move my jaw I said, "Laura Pendleton?" "That's right," she replied, "Did you know her?" What was I to say? She was my lover in my dream? "I had an operation on my head last year," I finally managed, "I was treated in the Laura Pendleton wing. You are her grandniece?" "Yes, she financed that wing." I was in shock. "My husband looked her up while I was in theatre. I owe her my life." "Aww, she would be so pleased to hear that," Laura smiled broadly. "My Mum used to tell me about her. How upset she had been when she couldn't save her neighbour and how she worked tirelessly to raise money for people who suffered head injuries and brain damage." "You look so like her." I was trembling slightly, inside. "Yes, My mum always says so." There was an awkward silence. "So, coffee? I will make it strong for you." "Mmm... please." I said. I felt I needed as much caffeine as I could get now. As we sat and drank we chatted about her love of the forties. "I think it was because of the stories about my great aunt that ...

... I developed an interest in the forties," she said. "She was a wonderful woman and would help anyone." I couldn't say so but I knew what she meant as she continued. "My Mum always says that she thought there was something we didn't know. Great Aunt Laura changed dramatically after the bombing of her neighbours house. I know her husband was killed during the war but apparently she never had another boyfriend. Always seemed to prefer the company of women." I offered an explanation although I felt I knew the real reason. "Maybe she just never found anyone to replace her husband or just didn't want to?" "Maybe," Laura agreed, "But, well... Perhaps." She finally conceded. Draining the last drop of coffee she stood up. "Now then," she said, "Would you like to try something on, see how it suits you?" I smiled. "Okay then, I have all afternoon, what do you suggest?" "I keep all my outfits in the spare bedroom, let's go and see what would look nice on you." I stood and followed her through to the spare room where she opened two wardrobes. One was full of dresses, skirts and blouses and the other had a few uniforms. I saw a WRAF uniform, a WRAC uniform, dungarees and a WRNS uniform. There was even an authentic nurses uniform complete with apron and head-wear. "Wow!" I exclaimed, "You are really serious about this stuff!" Grinning, she pulled open a drawer. It was full of forties style underwear and in another, nylons and ankle socks. Shoes were at the bottom of the wardrobes. "Would you ...