Hello. I'm not an author and my writing skills are not that good. Not a true story but based on a sequence of events concerning a lovely grey satiny padded jacket. anyway here goes:
The night I loved a woman's coat
We all have had the experience of tasting the forbidden fruit and I am no exception. In every community there is the naughty person, both male and female who become the devil's tempter for everyone in a safe comfortable relationship. I have no doubt without these people many firms of solicitors would feel the pinch in the divorce courts.
Last night our local temptress called Lil had worked her charms on a local publican, while his wife was away visiting her sister who had fallen ill. It was no secret that this liaison had been going on for some time and all us regulars were waiting for the balloon to go up as it seemed inevitable that the landlords wife would eventually find them out.
It was a very cold wintry night and we were all gathered in the warm pub as the snow showers made us all feel colder. The landlord was upstairs with his mistress and a young lass was supplying us with our drinks behind the brightly lit bar. The telephone rang which was quite rare in this age when everyone has a mobile phone, and the lass had to call up the stairs for the landlord to answer the call. The sudden bumps and thumps from upstairs sent a ripple of laughter through the room and someone whispered 'Eh up trouble at mill'.
In a whirlwind of panic the landlord whisked his mistress down the stairs and off out of the back door where a taxi was pulling up to take her somewhere out of the way. Flushed and breathless the landlord rushed off back upstairs presumably to tidy away any evidence of their recent activity. After a few moments he was back behind the bar out of breath clutching a woman's coat in an advanced state of panic. We all recognised the tired, battered, silvery padded coat which was hastily tossed over to our side of the bar and placed over an empty chair next to me, Just as his wife walked through the door. At the same moment someone grabbed my bright orange coat and in one swift movement covered up the incriminating evidence.
His wife's enquirery as to why her husband was so breathless was parreyed skillfully aside with his answer that he has been down in the cellar sorting the beer out. Seemingly happy with this answer the re united couple went off up the stairs the landlord carrying his wife's suitcase. We all agreed that this was the closest yet and we all agreed that it was only a matter of time before she finds him out. The gossip and laughter continued until we were ready to go home. I was pondering what could I do with the mistresses coat still hidden underneath my own. I had assumed that she would return and claim it during the evening, but as the clock ticked on this became less and less likely. This situation was compounded by the arrival of the landlord and his wife at the bar socialising with the rapidly dwindling customers in the lounge. When I went up for my last pint I was careful to corner the barmaid well away from the landlord and his wife still propping up the bar. My suggestion was that she should take the coat from me and place it on the hat stand claiming that it was left earlier that day. She responded with a sharp refusal saying "Who's going to leave a coat behind this weather, anyway she will guess straight away and I'm having now't to do with it". So the 'Buck stops with me' I thought and drinking my pint felt that I had to make and excutive decision. With a beating heart I fumbled in the pockets of my coat praying for, and finding a plastic shopping bag which I filled as quickly as I could when the landlady was in the toilet.
Wishing the few remaining customers goodnight I walked the short distance home for a bit of supper, and then to bed. I waited until I was snug and warm in bed when I pulled the coat that had caused so much consternation in under the covers pulling it's silky folds tight against my naked body. In my cosy warm cacoon her coat seemed to become more and more silky and it's padded nylon folds sent me into several heavenly orgasms during the dark winters night. In the warm I not only felt the soft silky nylon, but smelt her cheap perfume mixing with, attempting to hide the sweat of her labours. I couldn't leave her coat alone and for seemingly hours my body jerked and bucked adding my sweat to it's well worn silky folds. Between bouts of heavenly wanking I held the coat in a fond embrace considering it's life at the hands of it's owner. Knowing that she worked as a cleaner in a number of local firms during the morning, later using her other skills on a local lorry park attached to a nearby 'Truckstop'. Thinking of the many strangers that had pumped out their often violent emotions upon the lass, witnessed by this old coat, sent me once again into a bout of wanking heralding yet another beautiful orgasm.
I don't recall dawn, but eventually felt that I ought to get up, as the traffic noise indicated that for many the day was well under way. One last embrace, I left the coat in bed and set about the day still wondering how I am to unite coat and it's owner later on in the film. At work I decided that I would say nothing about her coat unless it was mentioned to me