One night stand - well, not even an hour, actually.
It all happened one Good Friday slash birthday party for one of my parents friends, a decade or so ago now.

Can't realy remember her name but it might have been pauline or polly or something like that. She was a tubby (ok: fat) mid-twenty-something desperate for a shag country girl and I was a 18 year old desperate for a shag country guy, enormously drunk on rum and red wine (never a good combination. I remember the hangover more clearly than anything else - god, I feel sick thinking about it now - we literally drank all day and all night and I went to bed when the next morning when the sun got too bright).

Basically I caught her looking at me and got a poke in the ribs from a drinking buddy, which I took to mean "she's gagging for it", but in hindsight could quite easily have also meant "go get another cask - I'm off for a piss". I hoofed it with her out the back to the car shed (about the only place left!) and I shagged her on the concrete, as any modern gentleman would.

I do remember being very embarrased through the whole deal. It was over before my arse had gotten cold. I think she might have been a bit dissapointed in my stellar performace, because I went outside for a piss afterwards and never saw her again.
( Frumbert has no sig, Mon 7 Mar 2005, 12:03, Reply)