I just remembered this one, but no more this week from me, honest.
When we first moved to York, back in the early 1990s I got a job behind the bar in a Toby Grill on the outskirts of town. This was a big place that was half restaurant and half bar, and aimed at the family market. One Saturday sticks in my mind, it was a sunny summer's day and the place was emptying out after a busy lunchtime...

One family had arrived late for lunch, had been served, had eaten and the parents were lingering over their coffees. They obviously wanted a bit of time on their own, so they brought the kids through to the bar, which was practically empty and asked me and the other barman whether the kids were allowed to play a game or two of pool.

"No problem sir, we'll keep an eye on them."

The pool table was in a corner of the bar which was surrounded by large windows - it was a conservatory-type place with bamboo furniture. The dad got out a couple of 20p pieces and the parents buggered off back to the restaurant for some peace and quiet while the kids set up the balls.

What haven't I told you? Oh yes, the kids: the boy was probably about 12 and looked like the young Prince Harry and his sister was probably about four years older. She was also stunningly pretty with cute freckles and long, silky hair that could be described as 'strawberry blonde' with no hint of sarcasm whatsoever. It was the same quality and texture as that girl's hair from the Timotei ad, and the sun streaming in through the conservatory windows made it look like dark, spun honey.

Not only that, but she was wearing a summer dress which also had the sun shining through it, showing the shape of her gorgeous legs or fine breasts whenever she was silhouetted against the windows. But it didn't end there. At one point, she had to take a tricky shot, which involved her standing on tip-toes with one leg while lifting the other up and putting her knee on the edge of the table while she reached at full stretch to make the shot. Her hem lifted dangerously far up her silken thigh, the outline of her bikini-cut knickers clear to us, thirty feet away behind the bar.

We both moaned quietly and I broke the silence:

"Christ I'd like to lick her ginger minge."
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Thu 25 Feb 2010, 14:50, 3 replies)

Great post
I'd quite like a go at her ginger minge too, the way you described her *click*
( SpankyHanky, Thu 25 Feb 2010, 15:26, closed)

Thanks Spanky
But *click* doesn't work properly unless you also click on 'I like this'!!

Never mind though - this week's a write-off anyway. See you next Thursday.

Che xxxx
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Thu 25 Feb 2010, 16:36, closed)

I
misread 4 years older as 4 years younger...
(kitescreech still here, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 19:39, closed)