Most were munters,but still remember fantasising about the hefty one at the Beach.Would have been fantastic,unless she got on top
Was she rather slim?The NAAFI Manageress at Wellington Barracks in the 80s enjoyed nothing more than being rogered by a toyboy. She was late 40s early 50s and quite fit, especially after 6 pints of Fosters.
When she wanted a bit she would put herself on the barmaid's roster in the Guardsman's Beer bar, then take her pray/victim/lucky bugger up to her flat above the NAAFI.
Which LP was it?Fit bar manager at my depot naafi named Moira. A jock bird with delightful features but very broad in the beam.
I was skint and nursing a flat beer and she obviously felt sorry for as she kept me company all night and continued topping me up.
Ended up back at my bunk in the PS block. A single bed and not much space given her girth, I woke up with a hangover and buzzing, clicking noise in my ear.
I'd left the turntable on with a finished LP still going round and round. Realising that there was only limited space in the bed, I looked over in shock at the subject of my vague recollections of the night before.
Me: Did I ............?
Moira: (With mischievous grin) No, you couldn't.