1950 Love is the Drug - Sex Stories

1950 Love is the Drug

... chauffeur," said Celeste, nonchalantly as if it were a cocktail party or something.

"How do?" asked Saul.

"Good, thanks," replied the bemused Andrew.

"I got a Johnny, lady. Do you want me to use it?" enquired the old chap, considerately.

Celeste answered, "It's entirely up to you but I'm not keen on them."

"What do you reckon, Andy? Bareback or rubber boot?" said Saul. He obviously thought that it would be rude to leave Andrew out of the conversation.

"Well," said Andrew, "as an experienced fully qualified chauffeur, I would always recommend their use in this sort of situation.

Saul thought for a moment and then decided, "Nah, I'll save it for someone local."

Thinking that enough time had been wasted on chit chat, Celeste got onto her hands and knees. Andrew couldn't see but he could have sworn that he heard Saul enter her.

"Blimey, it's always a messy business following my boy. It was the same when his mother was teaching him the ropes," said Saul.

Andrew could hear the squelching as the old man started to hump away at Celeste. Saul's remark made him recall a similar conversation he'd had with a mature female patient once. It caused him to regret not addressing the construction in his Y-Fronts when he had the chance.

The old chap was surprisingly good. He kept up a steady rhythm rather reminiscent of a piece of agricultural machinery.

"Ahhhrr!" cried Celeste as an orgasm gripped her.

A relieved Saul said, "Thank fuck for that. I wasn't ...

... going to last much longer."

"Fucking dirty whore bitch!" he shouted loudly as he let himself go.

Without any further comment he opened his door and climbed out.

Leaning back in, he said to Celeste, "Have you had enough or shall I send my uncle out?"

"No, that won't be necessary, thank you," replied Celeste.

The door slammed and the man went back to his pint.

Andrew jumped out and went around to open Celeste's door for her and then escorted her to the passenger seat.

"Home?" he asked.

"Home", she replied.

Within minutes, Celeste had resumed the same general conversation of two friends out for a country drive. Books, films, food etc. Andrew joined in.

He dropped her outside her cottage. She waved as he drove off.

It had taken twenty minutes for the tension in his underpants to subside. Even now, it was still sore in places.

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Nothing was said on Monday morning. Over the next few weeks both Dr Craddock and Sister Lanyon were kept busy vaccinating local children against the evils of Diphtheria. There had been an upsurge of the disease nationally due mainly to apathy amongst some parents. A poster campaign had sought to address this.

They worked well together. There was a sort of telepathic understanding between them as to what required doing in the practice. One would suggest that something was needed, only to find that the other had taken care of it.

When one needed a cup ...