Virginia Kirby was a
ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain
middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.
Virginia was five foot
six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout
shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where
the broad belt sat.
Her once black hair
was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise
as the “Mallen streak”.
She was always
smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s
hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and
furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.
She was well-liked and
respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and
assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.
That was due in part
to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life
and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported
back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed
style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights
kind of woman.
Even people from the
village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be
a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss
Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.
But as more than one
man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden
delights.
The other thing that
tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s
church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.
Which was why when a
new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia
was as always the obvious choice.
Being single and
living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the
epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of
impropriety.
Due to the blizzard
the roads were closed and 40 year old Tony Malley couldn’t get home and he was
stranded in Dulcet St Mary with nowhere to stay for the night and on top of
which he was depressed and lonely.
Colin Ash the curate
at St Marys knew of a solution to his vagrancy and Colin knew that his landlady
had the cure for his other ills as well because he’d been on the receiving end
himself.
“Come with me” he said
“Miss Kirby will fix you up”
“Are you sure?” Tony
asked
“Very sure” he replied
They trudged their way
together from the church to Virginia’s house through the falling snow.
“Here we are” Colin
said as he unlocked the door
“I just need to
change, if you wait in the lounge I’ll join you shortly”
“Ok” he concurred and
he opened the door to the lounge as Colin climbed the stairs smiling broadly.
The room was in total
darkness but he fancied he could hear the faintest of sounds and possibly even
breathing.
He groped along the
wall until he found the light switch and flicked it on.
A skinny middle aged
woman was sat in a large over stuffed armchair.
In a state of near
undress with one stocking clad leg draped over the arm and she was happily
pleasuring herself.
Her eyes were wide
open and looking straight at him but behaved in a way a woman would if she was
quite alone as she fingered herself without a care.
Tony found himself very aroused as she wriggled and writhed and emitted one
delicious moan after another he could plainly see the contours of her hand
through her black panties in its animated probing of her own pussy as her
fingers worked eagerly between her lips at the moist flesh.
He stood watching open mouthed at the erotic tableaux before him, he thought
Miss Kirby was supposed to be an old maid, who’d been left on the shelf, a
dried up old spinster.
But dried up she
certainly was not judging by the sound her fingers were making between her lips
as she finished herself.
“You must be Mr Malley”
she said licking the grease from her fingers
“Miss Kirby?” he said
“Yes” she replied with
a smile “Not the “Virginal Virginia” you were expecting”
“No”
“Are you disappointed?”
she asked as her hand went back inside her pants
“Not at all” he
replied as he discarded his trousers and boxers and began tugging on his
engorged cock.
Virginia smiled and
slowly slipped off her black panties and then knelt in the chair with her moist
minge facing him.
Tony needed no invitation, he just stepped behind her, grasped her hips and
then he was inside her and he knew instantly that there was nothing homely
about this old maid he had penetrated.
After a suitable
interval Colin Ash returned down stairs, he could hear that things had
progressed, he knew from personal experience what Virginia sounded like when
she was being an obliging landlady, but he couldn’t resist peeking into the
lounge before he returned to the church.
He smiled as he pushed
the door quietly open a crack and saw Virginia kneeling in the chair, gripping
the chair back and moaning loudly as Tony Malley stood behind, holding her
skinny hips as he banged her hard, her cheeks quivering with every thrust.
As Colin suspected
Virginia’s particular brand of hospitality had cured Mr Malley’s ills and as a
result he enjoyed his time in Dulcet St Mary so much, or more precisely his
time in Virginia, that he stayed two days after the roads had reopened.irginia Kirby was a
ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain
middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.
Virginia was five foot
six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout
shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where
the broad belt sat.
Her once black hair
was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise
as the “Mallen streak”.
She was always
smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s
hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and
furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.
She was well-liked and
respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and
assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.
That was due in part
to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life
and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported
back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed
style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights
kind of woman.
Even people from the
village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be
a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss
Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.
But as more than one
man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden
delights.
The other thing that
tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s
church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.
Which was why when a
new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia
was as always the obvious choice.
Being single and
living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the
epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of
impropriety.
Due to the blizzard
the roads were closed and 40 year old Tony Malley couldn’t get home and he was
stranded in Dulcet St Mary with nowhere to stay for the night and on top of
which he was depressed and lonely.
Colin Ash the curate
at St Marys knew of a solution to his vagrancy and Colin knew that his landlady
had the cure for his other ills as well because he’d been on the receiving end
himself.
“Come with me” he said
“Miss Kirby will fix you up”
“Are you sure?” Tony
asked
“Very sure” he replied
They trudged their way
together from the church to Virginia’s house through the falling snow.
“Here we are” Colin
said as he unlocked the door
“I just need to
change, if you wait in the lounge I’ll join you shortly”
“Ok” he concurred and
he opened the door to the lounge as Colin climbed the stairs smiling broadly.
The room was in total
darkness but he fancied he could hear the faintest of sounds and possibly even
breathing.
He groped along the
wall until he found the light switch and flicked it on.
A skinny middle aged
woman was sat in a large over stuffed armchair.
In a state of near
undress with one stocking clad leg draped over the arm and she was happily
pleasuring herself.
Her eyes were wide
open and looking straight at him but behaved in a way a woman would if she was
quite alone as she fingered herself without a care.
Tony found himself very aroused as she wriggled and writhed and emitted one
delicious moan after another he could plainly see the contours of her hand
through her black panties in its animated probing of her own pussy as her
fingers worked eagerly between her lips at the moist flesh.
He stood watching open mouthed at the erotic tableaux before him, he thought
Miss Kirby was supposed to be an old maid, who’d been left on the shelf, a
dried up old spinster.
But dried up she
certainly was not judging by the sound her fingers were making between her lips
as she finished herself.
“You must be Mr Malley”
she said licking the grease from her fingers
“Miss Kirby?” he said
“Yes” she replied with
a smile “Not the “Virginal Virginia” you were expecting”
“No”
“Are you disappointed?”
she asked as her hand went back inside her pants
“Not at all” he
replied as he discarded his trousers and boxers and began tugging on his
engorged cock.
Virginia smiled and
slowly slipped off her black panties and then knelt in the chair with her moist
minge facing him.
Tony needed no invitation, he just stepped behind her, grasped her hips and
then he was inside her and he knew instantly that there was nothing homely
about this old maid he had penetrated.
After a suitable
interval Colin Ash returned down stairs, he could hear that things had
progressed, he knew from personal experience what Virginia sounded like when
she was being an obliging landlady, but he couldn’t resist peeking into the
lounge before he returned to the church.
He smiled as he pushed
the door quietly open a crack and saw Virginia kneeling in the chair, gripping
the chair back and moaning loudly as Tony Malley stood behind, holding her
skinny hips as he banged her hard, her cheeks quivering with every thrust.
As Colin suspected
Virginia’s particular brand of hospitality had cured Mr Malley’s ills and as a
result he enjoyed his time in Dulcet St Mary so much, or more precisely his
time in Virginia, that he stayed two days after the roads had reopened.
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