Repeats of Call the Midwife rekindles memories.
I was quite naïve when I worked in the pub. I can't remember her name but her husband's name was Tom and she was about forty years old, double my age. We were at an after closing staff drinkies at the Forrester's Arms pub where I was working.
She was telling us that she loved her husband Tom so much, she had to think of him sitting on the toilet to bring herself to the fact he was human. Sorry, a bit gross. I think she liked to drink Brandy Alexanders.
Somehow my shoe fell off and my foot went to her ankle and began rubbing it. My foot went higher and higher. I don't remember being invited in any way but she made no effort to dissuade me. Why did I do it and how did I know she would welcome it? Not to brag, but I've always had a good instinct about sex but I can't remember it all now. Her legs parted wider and wider. Her chatter box speech became a little distracted. She made a quick and very audible gasping sound. It was all of five minutes of me doing something I had never thought about or ever desired, and hey my sock was still on my foot.
One of our staff gang asked her if she was ok. She said yes, just a bit of asthma she replied, and we all went off on our merry way home. Nothing was said by either of us at work the following day.
PS I think her name was Bev, and Andrew was now a little more educated about the ways of the world, including women.
PPS This post has been edited many times as I have remembered details and tried to keep it nice.