A Spoiled Weekend

It was bloody hot! It was Friday. Following a week in nursing school, a ridiculously hot week. There should be a law against having to learn in this heat. Hopefully the Senior Lecturer will let us go early. The fact that I was still wearing my tie and jacket in this heat meant he was too much of a stickler for rules, no matter how stupid.

The girls wore their uniform dresses, cooler than our suits although they had to wear tights so they were not happy either. They were allowed to leave one button at the front of the dress unfastened. Hallelujah!

We had got through the week, probably without learning anything. "Class dismissed," the arsehole said, typical of his attitude. We were fucking adults not kids. I rolled a much needed cigarette.

I needed to tax my car before I set off to my parent's home in Manchester where I was going to a cousin's wedding with my sister.

Back then (seventies) the only way to tax your car was at the tax office which in my case was in the centre of Carlisle. This was payday and I could at last afford the tax. My car had been parked outside the Nurses home for the month.

Taking a chance I drove into the town centre. Of course the fucking office closed at four on a Friday. If that bastard had let us out a bit earlier I would have made it. So here I am with an illegal car a hundred and twenty miles from where I need to be tomorrow.

Fuck it! I packed my stuff into my Mini 850 and set off. As I approached the M6 I passed a police van in a layby. I checked and was not speeding, in my car speeding was difficult.

I went round the roundabout and set off down the motorway. I had only travelled ten or so miles when the police van flagged me down. Shit!

Back then you needed a tax disc in your window, I didn't have one, I should have left the old one in. you don't expect some eagle eyed copper to spot you.

"You realise that you are not displaying a valid tax disc?" said the old senior copper, his manner learned from Adolf Hitler. A young attractive young lady looked on, I do like girls in uniform. Adolf was probably teaching her the job.

That's because I haven't got one you stupid twat. "No sorry sir, I tried to get one but the office closes early on a Friday and I didn't know. I will get a tax disc which will automatically backdated to the beginning of the month," I grovelled.

If it hadn't been for the wedding I would have hung on a few more days and saved a month's tax.

"So you haven't got a tax disc?"

No you stupid pillock I've just told you. "No sir." No wonder you never made sergeant.

He started writing. "Name?"

"James Robinson."

"Address?"

"Room three, Male Nurses Home, Carlisle Psychiatric Hospital," I didn't give my Manchester address as maybe he will take pity on a poor student nurse. No hope!

He went on finishing with: "You will be charged with not displaying a valid tax disc and not having a valid tax disc." Of course I couldn't display one if I haven't got one; fucking idiot.

"Okay," I replied, no point in grovelling.

"You will leave the motorway at the next available exit, which is at the services two miles down the road and return back to the hospital."

"Yes, okay." he started back to the van.

"Sorry," said the young officer. "I would have let you off and just sent you back, he's a bit of a stickler." She smiled which lit up her pleasant freckled face. Two trails of red hair were escaping from under her hat.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Thank you, shit happens." I drove to the services and found the road out onto the A66 and returned to the hospital. I lay on my bed in my tiny room, a bed, desk, drawers and wardrobe combination and a chair for company.

I used the wall phone in the reception to let my sister know what had happened and said I would do my best to see her tonight. Sitting at my desk trying to work out what to do I decided that they would probably be on a two until ten shift so I'll set off again just after ten.

I went the same way. Oh, shit, the fucking van is in the same place! They may not have seen me. My light blue green mini was quite noticeable. It may be different coppers. Fuck! At the roundabout I did not join the M6 but went a bit further round and took the back road which ran pretty much parallel to the motorway.

I joined the M6 at the Penrith junction and carried on. It was dark and I was just on the uphill near Shap when a warning light came on. Fortunately an AA van was at the side of the road.

"Sorry, I can't help you if you've got no tax," he informed me. "Your best bet is to park up off the motorway and go home when it gets light so it won't drain your battery."

"Thanks," I said. I turned off the motorway and parked in Shap village. I found a phone box and phoned my sister and told her I wouldn't make it. She was not happy.

Have you tried to sleep in a mini? I am six feet tall mini's are no better for sleeping in than for fucking in. I dozed off thinking of how me and my ex had struggled in the back seat.

At first light, which was early, I drove back to the hospital, fell into bed and slept until there was a knock at my door. There is an unwritten rule; if the door's closed you are either not in or you do not want to be disturbed, this must be urgent.

I got out of bed and held my shirt in front of my tackle I opened the door. Fuck! It was the young copper, red hair flowing free and not in uniform. "Hello," she said. "Can I come in?" She had walked past me and was in my room. Do the police train officers to do that?

She looked around and sat in the only chair, having enough sense not to sit on the bed. I looked at the fresh bedding that had been put out for me on Monday. The bed had not been changed for two weeks, not good in this heatwave.

I realised she was looking at any bulge that may have been in my shirt and smiling. I edged my way back into the room still holding my shirt in front of me. Her smile grew. "Did you set off again last night?"

"Goodness gracious no, I would not do a thing like that," I replied trying to look shocked.

"I wouldn't believe you but I saw your car outside, so perhaps it wasn't you, just someone who looks identical to you, drives the same make and colour of car, also with no tax disc." She was laughing now.

"Exactly if it was me I would be in Manchester now," I said relieved.

"I'm not on duty and the laugh I had with the others when I told them about Jim's reaction at not catching you. He was apoplectic, I thought he would have a heart attack. How I kept a straight face I don't know but we all raised a glass to you."

Was this a trap? Is she looking for a confession? She is attractive, she has a wonderful smile. What the fuck. "I saw the van so went further round the roundabout and took the back road and joined the motorway at Penrith, then I had car problems and had to come back."

She burst out laughing. "Good for you, by the way, as messy as the room is, it's nice to see you keep the wardrobe mirror clean."

I looked round; she had been looking at my arse all the time. Fuck it. "When I was at school, the girls voted me the best rear of the year. Tight shorts helped." I didn't move.

"I can understand that, you've a nice arse," she said laughing again.

"So if you are not going to arrest me why are you here?" I asked.

"Because I was driving past and saw your car, I decided to see how you got away with it. Also to treat you to a drink for giving us so much fun."

Nobody just drives past, there is nowhere to go. "You should not have to wear a hat to hide that gorgeous hair. By the way how do you get it all in one of those flat things, you could do with a proper bobby's hat."

She shook her head and the red main covered her face, she threw her head back to clear it. She took her jacket off. "We could have a cup of tea, I see you have a kettle," was her suggestion.

"Err, yes, cup of tea," I muttered. It was my own kettle, I drink a lot of tea, the kettle is always full. I switched it on. Problem: only one mug and that's dirty. Fuck it. "I need to get another mug," I said smiling. I threw the shirt down and walked to the kitchen - about five yards.

There are four of us in this part of the nurse's home and back then it was men only and the women's was across the road. I returned with two mugs and put them on the drawers. I turned round.

She, fuck I don't even know her name, had taken her blouse off and wasn't wearing a bra! She looked me up and down, mainly down, I was responding to a topless lady as most men would.

I held my hand out. "James," I said, looking for a handshake.

"Michelle, my friends call me Shelly," she said, leaning forward, missing my hand and holding my cock. She shook my cock as she would a hand. "Pleased to meet you," she said formally

Fuck "I'm so pleased to meet you too." I said, moving closer and lifting her, holding her close and kissing her. Her tits are pushing into my bare chest. My cock was pushing into her skirted belly.

Her arms went around my neck and I held onto her arse pulling her harder onto my cock. Oh fuck why didn't I change the bed? What a fucking idiot I am. I had been a scout, be prepared I wasn't.

Having thought of that my next thought was of me, a day sweating in nursing school, dashing about after that, sleeping rough on Shap fell and then collapsing into bed. I've not even cleaned my teeth!

There she is sweet smelling, actually a very nice smell, clean Michelle. She turned me around and we fell onto the bed, with her on top. She was kissing me and at the same time her hands went round her back to unfasten the zip on her skirt.

I helped her by pushing her skirt down and had my hands inside her knickers. She lifted her arse and the skirt went further down. I took advantage and pushed her knickers down. Her legs opened which left her pussy lips spread across my cock.

Wow, her wet, warm juicy pussy massaging my cock, I think her clit must be getting a lot of stimulation by her reaction. I think she was getting close, I just wanted to get inside her. Reading my mind she eased up, grabbed my cock and put it in her pussy.

She sat up as she fucked me, her wild thick red cascading over my face. I held her rather nice tits and met her down stroke with my up stroke. She let out a yell and writhed as she climaxed. I squeezed her tits and shot into her. Fuck I hope she's on the pill.

"It's alright I'm on the pill and I like the smell of a sweaty man, I'm not so keen on a dirty bed but I will let you off this time," she said.

"Fuck you are gorgeous," I said manipulating her so I was on top. Not easy on a single bed. I looked down at her. Her emerald green eyes I had noticed when I was stopped on the motorway but she had managed to enhance their beauty with surrounding makeup.

Her freckles, her snub nose and her bright red lips made the perfect package. Her lovely tits and I'm sure she has a perfect arse. Her pussy feels wonderful and so welcoming I bet it looks good too.

I kissed her neck and shoulders before moving on to her tits, her perfect tits. Her nipples were a similar colour to the freckles which covered her upper chest but stopped before reaching her tits. I sucked one and then the other.

My cock was responding and as her legs were still open I slotted neatly into her pussy. "Oh yes," she sighed. Her legs lifted and gripped me around the waist pulling me in.

"You are fucking wonderful," I whispered.

"You are a wonderful fuck," she whispered back. Wow! I carried on fucking her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she yelled. Her legs, her arms and her pussy all gripped me tighter and I came again. I collapsed on top of her. She was kissing me everywhere she could reach.

I moved to the side against the wall and ran my hand over her. "I think the kettles boiled," I said.

"It's not the only thing," she replied. I moved myself and made the tea. Sitting on the bed, side by side, we happily drank our tea, both smiling.

"I need a bath, do you want to join me?" I asked.

"Where's the bathroom?"

"Just a few yards down the corridor." I replied.

"Won't we be seen?"

"Four of us live in this section, Carl and Wally are both working and Brian more or less lives with his girlfriend in the female lodge. So no one will see us."

"Okay then but we must change the bed if we are going to use it when you are clean."

We both stood and looked down at the bed, rather a large wet patch in the middle of it. I pulled the bottom sheet off and sensibly the mattress was waterproof. Using the clean bedding we made the bed and I took the dirty stuff to the laundry room.

I picked up my wash bag, took Shelly's hand and led her to the large bathroom, it was the same size as the bedrooms so there was plenty of room. "I haven't anything to cover your hair," I apologised.

She smiled, I've never known a girl smile so much, reached into her handbag and produced one of them scrunchie things and with some dexterity her hair was fastened above her head.

I ran the bath, put some bubble bath in and we both got in. Being a gentleman I took the tap end. "Why did you join the police? I asked.

"I had grown up wanting to be a nurse but changed my mind, I didn't like the uniform," she replied. "How did you become a nurse?"

"When they said it was a vocation I thought they said vacation," my standard reply. "Seriously, I was on my annual few weeks in the lakes when I saw an advert for a nursing attendant at a hospital in the northern lake district.

Not a job I had envisioned, never thought of nursing but the chance to live in my beloved Lakes any job would do. I worked there until it closed and surprisingly I enjoyed it. They offered me a chance to do my training."

"Why psychiatric nursing?"

"Psychiatric lead, extra payment above general nursing, I'm glad I did as I love the job."

"I never thought of it when I wanted to be a nurse, I may have enjoyed Psyche nursing, you don't wear a uniform most of the time."

"You certainly look better out of uniform." She splashed water over me. I returned the splashing and the whole room was soaked. Giggling all the time we washed each other, grabbed two towels out of the cupboard.

We dried each other and went back to my room. "Do you fancy going to the social club for something to eat and a drink?" I asked.

"That sounds like a good idea." We got dressed and walked down to the club. We had burgers and chips, Shelly had a vodka and orange and I had a pint. We finished off with a tailor made cigarette. I think everybody smoked back then, certainly nearly all psyche nurses. And I could afford a pack of Marlborough.

"Lets go back to your room," she said, taking my arm. I bought a bottle of vodka and a carton of fresh orange juice. I held her hand as we walked back. It was hot again, this must be the hottest summer in years.

I let us into my room, put the drinks down and headed back to the kitchen. I raided the fridge and took all the ice out of the little freezer compartment and filled a jug which I took back to my room with a couple of glasses, we had plenty, borrowed from pubs.

Shelly was down to knickers when I brought the glasses and ice in. I whipped my tee shirt and trousers off, poured two glasses of vodka and orange and handed one to her.

I spread her legs and knelt between them. I licked and kissed along the inside of her thigh up to her knickers. I ran my tongue over her pussy, wetting her knickers before kissing and licking down the other thigh.

She lifted her arse up and pushed her knickers down, I took them off all together and immediately attacked her clit. "Ah, yes," she said. Her legs coming up, two fingers in her pussy as well had her panting.

I lifted my tongue off her clit and whisked it in her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair, as red as the hair cascading across my bed. She tried to push me back down. "No, have some patience," I ordered and licked her belly button.

With two fingers in her pussy, and my thumb massaging her clit I licked up to her tits. Her nipples were outstanding, literally outstanding, I took one in my mouth, sucked it and lightly bit it.

Her hands gripped my head and pulled me onto her tit. I ran my tongue round her nipple, my thumb round her clit and fingers working away splashing in her pussy. Hell, my face was pushed so far into her tit I could hardly breathe.

Her legs spasmed, knocking my hand away. She grasped my head and dragged me up and kissed me, her tongue in my mouth. Somehow she swung me round so she was on top, police training?

With her hands on my chest holding me down she carried on kissing me, she bit my lip, it fucking hurt. Kissed my throat, I could feel her pointed nipples delving into my chest. Her nipples moved down taking her mouth with them, she bit my nipples.

Her tits reached my cock, which was hard and pointing up. She wiped them over my it her tongue reached my belly. I love having your tits round my cock and balls but please get it in your mouth.

She did, well almost, she went down on her knees, held my cock, looked up at me and licked around it. Her emerald eyes hardly left mine, she took the head in her mouth and ran her tongue around it, all the time looking up at me.

My balls were tingling, she was doting on my cock, her eyes were ardent. Oh fuck don't cum yet I told myself, this is so good. She lifted my cock up and started licking my balls. Fuck, fuck, fuck, no. I managed to hold on.

Her eyes were back on me, she could see on my face my struggle and somehow managed to smile with my cock in her mouth. Those eyes! That hair but mainly that tongue.

I couldn't hold it any longer. "I'm cumming," I shouted giving her the opportunity to pull away, she didn't, it all went into her mouth.

She knelt up, her eyes still on mine, smiling she opened her mouth and allowed my spunk to dribble onto her tits. Oh fuck, what have I done to deserve this? If this is the result I'll never pay my tax again.

Her breasts coated with my cum she jumped on me, her tits on my chest and her mouth on mine. I could taste my cum for the first time, not that that came to mind. She rubbed her tits and her dribbles into my chest. Fuck.

I reached to the side and picked up my vodka and orange, downing it in one. "Fuck!" I said.

"Okay, if that's what you want," she was laughing, kneeling over me she tried to get my depleting cock into her.

"I give up for now, let's have another drink," I suggested. She got up and brought the vodka over, pouring two glasses which I topped up with orange. We sat together drinking.

Shelly looked down at her tits. "I think we need another bath," she said. I took another drink then knelt between her legs and started licking my deposit off her tits. I had just about cleaned it all off and she pulled me up and kissed me.

She made me stand up and started licking my chest. Those eyes had me in their power again with an impossible result, I was rising. We sat down again and then lay on the bed. Despite my erection I fell asleep holding onto Shelly who was already asleep.

I dreamed that I was with a gorgeous redhead with freckles and a mouth that hardly stopped smiling. I woke up next to a gorgeous redhead with freckles who looked so vulnerable. Her mouth slightly open, her chest rising and falling.

As intimate as we had been, I had not visually studied her body. Her tits lay slightly to the side, a C cup I should imagine. Her face was covered in freckles, down to the top of her tits. Her mass of crazy red hair was spread over the pillow.

Her flat stomach with a triangle of red hair on a distinct bulge hiding her pussy from where I was looking.

I eased my way out of bed without disturbing her, considering my erection I think it was very noble of me not to just shag her. I made a couple of mugs of tea and gently kissed her. I cheekily inserted a finger into her pussy, warm and wet. I think she may be having a nice dream, maybe about me.

I pulled my finger out and squeezed my tongue into her mouth. Her hand came up and held the back of my head, keeping my mouth on hers. Her other hand found my cock, she had not opened her eyes yet. She was directing my cock to her pussy.

I can take a hint, and slithered onto the bed and on top of her. She directed me into her and held me there, snuggled in the warmth of her pussy. I kissed her face, gentle little kisses. She opened her eyes for the first time. "Thank you," she said, quietly.

She held my arse, keeping me in her. "Thank you," she said again and kissed me.

"Thank you," I said. Fuck, she's thanking me, it's me that should be doing the thanking and I am. "Thank you."

She released my arse and I pulled out a few inches, slowly reinserting it. In slow motion we fucked. Holding on to each other, kissing and gently making love rather than just fucking.

The tea was nearly cold when my spunk entered her and we lay together, just looking at the ceiling, lost in our own thoughts. After a few minutes her chest began jiggling and she giggled, it was infectious and I started giggling. It was silly but we just giggled.

"I need that tea now," she said. We sat up and drank our lukewarm tea. Giggling between sips."

"There is a pub about twenty minutes walk from here that does excellent food, do you fancy some fresh air? I asked.

"Yes, I think I do," she replied.

"We cannot go too far as my car has no tax and we are almost certainly over the alcohol limits and you know what the police are like."

She became very serious. "I would not drive after taking any alcohol," she said.

"Yes I realise that, I don't drink and drive. I think that Carl has finished an early shift so if you want a bath you will have to cover up to get to the bathroom."

"That's a pity, don't you want to show me off?"

"Fucking right but for now I want you all to myself and the thought of Carl wanking picturing you naked would really piss me off."

She laughed. "Okay then, I'll cover up."

We bathed and used the toilet and managed to get back to my room without bumping into Carl or Wally. Shelly used my desk/dressing table to put her makeup on and brushed her magnificent hair. We dressed and walked to the pub. Hand in hand like kids.

This pub/restaurant does good food and prices normally out of range of a student nurse but I have just been paid and she is definitely worth it. It is possible to live off leftover food if you are working on the ward and Wally is well in with the kitchen staff.

We had an excellent meal. "I'll pay," said Shelly.

"No, I don't do that, we could go Dutch," I insisted. Deep down thinking what a relief it would be if she did.

"Don't be stupid, stop being so macho, I earn a lot more than you," she said.

She does and such a difference it would make but can I do it? Fuck it yes I could. "Okay, just this once," I capitulated.

She paid the bill and we walked back to my room. Contented we got into bed, squeezed together in my tiny single bed. I got on top and looked down at her. Crazy red hair spread over the pillow, the perfect place for it, green eyes smiling back at me, reflected in the light through the thin curtains.

I kissed her tits, her belly and down passed the red triangle to her pussy. She helpfully opened her legs and I sucked on her clit. I went back up, passing her tits and pushing my cock into her pussy, I kissed those appealing red lips.

I fucked her, slowly, gently and lovingly, we fell asleep in each others arms.

When I woke up in the morning she was gone, without a trace. I checked the bathroom and kitchen which were all empty. I went outside to look for her car, that too had gone.

I had no way of finding her. All I knew was that she was a copper. Do you know how many red heads are in Carlisle? I must have seen every one but when each girl turned round it was not her. It was difficult to miss the wild red hair but I never saw her again.

I checked every WPC and every red head I saw. But I never saw her again.

I never saw her again!

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The initial part of this tale is based on what happened to a relative of mine, I've seen the summons. He was setting off from Carlisle where he was a mature student nurse, to his wife and children in Manchester. The main difference - the young copper was a man although he did say he would have just sent him back.

He did go on the back road and the young copper on a visit to the hospital later for another reason mentioned it to a member of staff with a laugh. He caught the train to Manchester the following day. The rest never happened to him.