Louise Gets A Rattling - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Louise Gets A Rattling - Part 1

Louise came downstairs to make coffee for her and her husband who was dozing after a highly enjoyable Saturday morning romp. As she passed the front door she noticed a small Jiffy bag among the bills and junk mail. It was addressed to her, and the label was handwritten. It had a London postmark, which gave her an immediate clue as to who had sent it. The very thought also sent a shiver of excitement through her body.

When she opened the bag, she saw it contained a USB memory stick and a note with the single word “Enjoy” written on it. The note was written in the same confident handwriting style as the label.

Louise wondered whether to wait for her husband, but was intrigued as to what the memory stick contained. Luckily her laptop was downstairs by the breakfast bar. She turned on the computer and inserted the drive. An icon appeared that showed the drive contained a video file.

After pressing the play button on the icon, Lou sat back and read the words “Louise gets a rattling” appear on the screen and then disappear.

The picture then cuts to a clear shot of the Silver Foxes’s bedroom in London. The shot was taken from a locked-off camera pointing at the bed. She and her lover were on the bed and were kissing passionately; they were both naked.

Louise remembered the day earlier in the week. She had travelled to London for work and had agreed to meet a man she had been chatting with on Lush for a drink before catching a train back home.

Louise had arranged ...

... to meet the man she called the Silver Fox at a bar near London’s Kings Cross station so that she could get her train home. Their conversation was easy and flirty. They enjoyed one another’s company and relaxed with each other, as they shared a bottle of wine. One of the advantages of having chatted on Lush was that they both knew an awful lot about each other.

As the time came for Louise’s train, they finished their drinks. The Silver Fox insisted on picking up the tab and said that Louise was his guest in London, he also insisted on walking her to the train station.

As soon as they walked onto the concourse the chaos became apparent. There were thousands of people milling around searching in vain for information. One glance at the big departures board on the concourse showed that the rail network was in a meltdown, again.

There were no departures to Leeds shown, let alone to the town a couple of stops further on that Louise needed to reach. There were queues of people waiting to try and speak to the harassed railway staff; who were doing their best, but were not being told anything that would be of use to passengers intending to travel that night.

Louise got her phone out and tried a couple of Apps to see if there was a hotel nearby, that had any rooms available. Most were fully booked, and those that did have vacancies were charging extortionate prices.

The other option was to try and get back up north via another route. A totally honest rail worker told them ...