Golly Gosh, Is This Downton Abbey?

Preface

This one is quite gossipy in places but it delivers in the end. The main characters in this story are based on real people and real events. Living in colourful places, leaves you with colourful stories. But no, there is no actual nobility in my ancestry. I checked.

Disclaimer

All characters are over 21. All characters consent to events in the story.

Prologue

August 2003. I am living in an upstairs flat In Wilmslow Terrace. I won't tell you the number. I'll leave it until they put a blue plaque by the door when I am famous. A middle-aged man lives downstairs. He loves noisy sex. I listen in most nights. I don't have a lot of choice. His lady-friends yowl like cats in heat.

Golly Gosh, Is This Downton Abbey?

Terry belts out a mean Barry Manilow at the karaoke down the Queen's Head pub, on a Friday evening. He is quite the ladies man too. He wears his hair in a quiff Elvis would be proud of.

Ladies come and go. There was a spell last year where I lost count. Most Fridays it's a different girl. Lately, Janine has been there twice a week. Janine has heirs and graces.

Jane thinks she is posh. I say that because she uses words and phrases normal people avoid like the plague.

For example, I was bringing my bin bag down to the outside bins in the shared yard, the day before yesterday. She commented on how dull our yard looked. But that's not why she thinks she's posh.

She used the words, 'golly' and 'gosh' when she said it.

And I hear her saying 'goodness-gosh' when Terry fucks her in the bedroom below mine. I think they think, I cannot hear. Maybe they think I am deaf. I hear every word and every squeak of the mattress. Let me tell you, he pleasures that lady for almost two whole minutes some nights. He is a prince among lovers.

Eddy is around at my flat tonight. He is the young man I am seeing. Eddy brought me flowers. He knows I like carnations. They were on sale at the supermarket, so he bought me a boquet. So thoughtful.

He also brought a carry out meal of two curries, two rice and a naan bread to share. I pop them in the oven while he tells me about his day at the lumber yard.

Our Friday night treat goes down so well, we decide on an early night. I bring our drinks through to the bedroom, at the front of the flat. We chat some more and begin my sultry tease. I cross my legs in my short skirt so he can see the red satin knickers I am wearing for him.

Most of my lovers from this period of my life have kinks of some sort. I attracted them to me for some reason.

Eddy's kink involved fucking me whilst still clothed, as much as possible. If that sound counter-intuitive for the bedroom, it took me by surprise the first time he mentioned it.

Imagine a quickie, in the hallway or somewhere outside. You wouldn't strip off, would you? You would expose the least amount of skin, possible, do the dirty deed and crack on with your day.

Eddy is all about that kind of furtiveness. He likes sex when it feels like we shouldn't be doing it. He even looks around while we fuck, like he is watching for someone coming. We should be the only ones cumming. This all in the privacy of my flat.

I dangle my high heel off my toes as he sits on the bed. I am on my stool at my dressing table.

I hear glass smashing outside the bedroom window.

I dart across and peer through my blinds.

Janine is bashing the windscreen of Terry's beloved Rover Montego with a baseball bat. That car is his pride and joy. I can't see Terry anywhere.

Her tone is more 'ghetto' than 'palace'. Her swearing would make a sailor blush.

"You alright down there?" I ask, opening my upstairs window and looking down at the damage.

"I am. But that fucker better stay away from me, if he knows what's fucking good for him!" Janine bellows.

"What's he done?" I ask.

"Oh. Only caught him with that slag, Mandy down the Queen's head!" she says.

"Mandy?" I ask.

"You know. The barmaid. Mandy, with the big tits. Fucking slut that she is." Janine fumes.

"Isn't 'Mandy' Terry's favourite Barry Manilow song on the karaoke?" Eddy asks, from the bed.

"It is," I say "It's his favourite."

"Gosh, I hate him!" Janine says, taking one last swing at the car headlights. Her posh side is back, at least.

A police siren wails in the distance and Janine legs it back to her car. I close the window and turn back to Eddy.

"That escalated quickly!"

...

The houses on this terrace were built in the Victorian era. Most have their original fireplaces. Mine has it's fireplace intact, here in the bedroom. The mantlepiece is Edwardian, I think. I place the vase of carnations Eddy bought on the mantlepiece.

"That's quite posh." Eddy says.

"What's posh?" I ask, turning around to see he has made himself comfortable on my bed.

"You. With nice flowers. In a vase. In your bedroom." he says.

"You bought them for me." I say. "They're lovely. Thank you."

"You sound posh too." he says.

"Me? Posh? Like Janine?" I ask, pointing towards the window and the ruined car in the road, downstairs.

"Kind of turns me on." Eddy says.

"You're a kinky fucker, you." I tell him, sneering and smiling at the same time "I like it though."

"Would one like a thorough seeing-to?" he asks.

"Goodness me... here? Now?" I ask, playing his game.

"I don't suppose I could see your... panties?" Eddy says, tip-toeing across and lifting my mini-skirt.

"Really! What would my husband say!"

"He doesn't have to know. I will be quick. I promise." he says, a sly tone in his voice.

"Gosh, I am not sure. I cannot be seen, mixing with the likes of you." I say.

"Likes of me?" Eddy says, pulling his dick out. It is already hard. My skirt lies scrunched up around my waist and my hands hold onto the cold granite of the fireplace.

"Well, if you must defile me, do it at once please. And quickly. Before his Lordship catches you. He'd have you flogged for such insolence."

"Hold it there, your Ladyship." Eddy says, probing my cunt with one finger, then two.

He reaches around and rubs my clit while he pulls me onto his cock. He is so ready for this, he impales me on it. I hold on to the granite mantlepiece. This will be quick. He always is.

"Can I cum in your cunt, m'Ladyship?" he asks, sticking with his game.

"You may." I say.

His dick is as hard as I have ever felt it. His dick is long and thin, unlike my usual preference for thicker, girthier cock.

The guy I hook up with after Eddy had a thicker cock and his kink involved me slobbering over it while I sucked it. He loved a messy, sloppy blowjob.

Eddy likes it fast and furtive. And fast he is. The familiar moans come and then he cums. And he always cums loads. He ruins my lovely new knickers.

Being a classy, thoughtful guy, he stops rubbing my clit as soon as he's shot his load. Yes, Eddy was like that. He was the last guy I tolerated that kind of behaviour from.

And that was me being posh for five minutes in 2003.

Just like 'Posh Janine'

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