It now the 11th of November and I have been back to work since Monday the 31st of October 2005. This is the first since 1989 that I have spent more than 4 months in the UK. I suppose one could say it was a dream posting since I would be here until the 31st of December when I am scheduled to go back to the USA for a 2-month stint. Christmas will be spent at home with the family for the first time since1998. It will be wonderful to be with my Mother, Grandson, eldest Daughter sister and my two nephews. Regrets that my youngest daughter will still be in Australia working as a nurse. She and I have not spoken now since 4 years ago when at the age of 24 she demanded I give her £2000 to help her buy a car. I could have done that no problem. However I insisted that is would be a loan and that I would not charge her interest but she would pay me back at £200 per month. Her words still haunt me “ If you cant give it to me I don’t want to know you, am not paying you back at £200 a month or even a penny a month. You can afford to give it to me you are rich enough”.  I was furious and told her “If that is your attitude I no longer want you as my daughter until you learn the meaning of respect”. Shortly after that conversation she found herself a job in Australia. She never told me she was going, it was left to my eldest daughter Melanie to tell me that Louise had gone.
I have been so busy since the 31st of October with so much news breaking. Two vicars in London being attacked, one was killed, stabbings in schools and in the street on the increase, riots in France. Terrorist attacks thwarted, Binge drinking on the increase. The biggest news to come form the UK was the defeat of prime Minster Tony Blair on the question of 90 days internment without charge for suspected terrorist. He lost his first vote ever since he became prime Minister in 1997 on a referendum when despite his majority in the house of 66, 49 rebels from his own party voted against the proposal and he suffered a 31vote reversal. The rumours were rife of his possible resignation but he seemed to become like the former Tory leader Maggie Thatcher oblivious to advice and taking on dictator like symptoms. Power goes to ones head when they have been in a position of supremacy for so long. One only has to look at former and present world leaders to see their position of dominance is one they are reluctant to abandon and their despotism becomes almost inevitable.

So lets turn the clock back now to the last month of December 1965. Out of the RAF and decision time as to what I intend to do for the next stage of my life. I am eager to go into full time drama or follow a career in football.
This is my mother’s first Christmas without my father, but all the family are going to be there. My sister and her future husband (I am not keen on him despite his position as a director of an insurance company. He has an air of mistrust and dominance over my sister. I think this will lead to his downfall.) Love knows no danger and is blind.
My younger brother on the other hand has found himself a lady who is the eldest daughter of the proprietor of a well-established haulage company. They plan to marry in the spring. My bother Charlie’s recent appointment in that company to Transport manager puts him in a good position. My sister on the other hand as a secretary to an industrialist is in a well paid job. I was as I returned to my home the only one of my mother’s offspring not to be in a relationship. This was to change though when I went along to a young Conservative meeting in Harrow and by chance struck up a friendship with a lady called Virginia Anderson-Williams a lady who had as her father a prominent member of parliament.
The meeting in Harrow was in the upper room of the then Rest hotel. The visiting speaker was a Disc Jockey David Jacobs. I sat next to Virginia and as the evening progressed we certainly got on well. It was inevitable at the close of the meeting that I offered her a lift home in my car. Tall slim figure just an inch shorter than myself, long brown hair and blue eyes. She possessed the most pleasing pair of slender legs beneath her knee length plaid skirt.

The short journey to her home and she leaned toward me for what I was expecting would be just a kiss on the cheek. It was more than I had expected as her lips found mine and her tongue pushed mine aside her hands holding my head firmly. I felt her warmth tingling my body and my man of war was reaching a position where it was pushing against my trouser buttons. Her hand on this part of my anatomy was making my heart pound faster and faster. I wanted to go as far as she would let me but I gently removed her hand from lap. Outside her parents home in the courtyard was no place to be indulging in total abandoned pursuit of passion.

We made a date for the following evening and after drinks in a local public house I drove to a nearby beauty spot in Stanmore that overlooked the Wembley stadium and beyond almost into the heart of London. Giving into our emotions of lust it was not long despite the coldness of  the evening outside the car the temperature inside was almost at boiling point. This time her hand on my rod was not removed and I was able to caress her mounds of flesh at first through her thick jumper and the contours of her bra. My hands were warm since when we drove up to this advantage point I had put the heater on. I lifted her jumper and eased her shirt out from the waist of her skirt and my hands slipped under her bra to feel the warmness of her small but adequate chest. My thumbs caressed her nipples and below my own body I realized that Virginia had unfastened my fly buttons and easing her fingers inside had found the opening of my y fronts to extract my now solid rock of manhood. That my hand had now reached under her skirt and bypassing the suspenders holding her stockings up my fingers were greeted by a mass of hair before finding the orifice that was my desire to enter with two of my fingers. That evening we were both satisfied by mutual masturbation of our desires. Tissues we had not so handkerchiefs were used to wipe up the fluids that seemed to be everywhere on our clothes hers and mine.

I had met Virginia just two days after my 23rd birthday on the 16th of December. We had soon become an item. I was to meet her family on Christmas day, Mother, Father and younger sister at 18, 6 years junior to Virginia. Yes you have worked it out V as I was to nickname her was a year older than me. Boxing day was the first time that my own immediate family were to meet V and they took to her straightway. At least all my mother’s offspring had a partner for the festive season.

As the young Conservatives had a new years bash organised, both V and I were to spend the night together. A minute before the clock struck 12 V and I locked our lips together and we kissed solid for well into the new year of 1966.

It was the 3rd of January when I received the letter from Bill Macgary inviting me to come to Portman Road for a trial with Ipswich Town. As a possible member of their playing staff. At this time Ipswich were a good second division soccer side so I was overjoyed that a club such as this were seeking me out. I noted the date of the letter was December 12th 1965 and had been redirected from my RAF station in Germany. The date I was asked to attend for a trail was the 20th of December. It was because of the delay in redirecting my mail that the date of the 20th had lapsed. I did phone the office at Ispwich and explained the reason for my not attending as requested.  It was 4 days later that I was told by my Mother that Bill MacGary had phone me and wanted to know if I could attend on the 12th of January. I phoned back straightaway and left a message with the Soccer club office that I would be there.

V and myself became an item and she agreed to come to Ipswich with me. Although we had involved ourselves in some heavy petting we had up until going to Ipswich not gone any further. Circumstances lack of a suitable venue (Did not want to do it in the back of the car) in our own respective homes always somebody there. We needed to do this where nobody was able to hear, see or suspect us of fornication.
The trip to Ipswich and an overnight stay in a hotel at the expense of the soccer club was the opportunity that would be accepted, even though the club had given us separate rooms.

A few days after the new year we went into Harrow and spent an hour or two at Sopers department store looking for bargains. Loaded down with various reduced items we went outside and as we were walking towards the Granada Cinema, when I felt something being dug into my back. Quick reaction I swung round quickly and floored my would be assailant. I was shocked because it was an old friend of mine in my pre RAF days. I helped Roy Williams to his feet and gave my apology for the for a karate chop explaining “Had he not been so silly as to push your fingers into my back pretending them to be a pistol you would not have been chopped” I am sorry! He replied. “I forgot you leaned unarmed combat in the forces” V looked on amazed at my prowess in karate this was something I had not told her about. “Who is this David?” she demanded  “This is my dear old friend Roy Williams who belongs to the same naturist club I belonged too” V smiled and extended her hand. “Hello Roy I am Virginia but everyone calls me V “ He shook her hand and smiled “ So would you and David like to come to our buff party at my house tomorrow night” V looked at me and whispered “ Does he mean nude” Yes! I retorted “you remember I told you about it after Christmas when we were in the Case is Altered in Wealdstone” V was silent.
We walked towards the café adjacent to the Granada cinema and Judy Roy’s wife joined us. Leaving the girls to talk amongst themselves, Roy and myself tried to catch up and the past we had shared and what each of us had been doing since we last met 2 years ago.
Parting from Mr and Mrs Williams, V and I walked back to my car. She tugged on my shoulder  “David are we really going to his buff party, as I don’t think I could be naked in front of other people only you, I might get hot and want to grab you” I laughed. “V you won’t get any feeling like that in front of others believe you me” I assured her. 
“I know you do it and have done so since birth but I would not be comfortable, I don’t think I could come with you”. She retorted in a feeble voice.
I had to convince her that it was all above board and that she should not feel uncomfortable and asked her if she really trusted me no harm would come to her.
 
We arrived at Roy’s house on the outskirts of Chalfont St Peter. It was clear that Roy as a commodities broker was doing very very nicely.  Roy was 7 years older than me and he had gone straight into banking from University. He was one of the bright sparks in his firm and commanded a titanic salary.  I was not jealous since money and property had never been my God, I only had one God and he was at home in heaven.

The house was set in its own grounds and had 14 rooms, a large garden that contained a tennis court, out door swimming pool and stables for 6 horses. An area of grassland to the rear of the house had in the past been used for polo matches and fetes.

About 30 couples in age ranges from 20 to 60 had gathered in the large reception room. All were absent of garments. Adjacent was the outdoor swimming pool with a large fabric canopy over it and heated air being pumped around the interior. We were greeted by Judy and Roy both minus attire and ushered into the reception room where a totally nude lady handed us both a towel and pointed us in the direction of the separate changing rooms. V glanced at me squeezing my hand “I’m nervous David, I really am, I don’t think I can do it”. I looked at her in the eye and lifted a flask of brandy from my inside pocket and opening it, I bade her “Take a sip of Dutch courage, you will be ok” V took more than a gulp of the contents but if that gave her valour it was worth it.

I was entirely naked and just carrying a towel I entered the auditorium. My fingers were crossed that V would join me. (The towel I should point out is a necessity of any respectable naturist. It is considered appropriate to sit on any furniture with a towel in between you and the place you are sitting) although I recognized many of the people at this function, there were a few I did not know. My heart was pounding was V going to turn and run or would she join me. I need not have worried she emerged from her changing room with a lady who I had briefly known at a naturist club a few years back. They were chatting as if they were old friends. Indeed it was a surprise to me that V did know this lady called Anne they had been old school acquaintances.  Need less to say both Anne and V were totally naked and more important as V came up to me I noticed she was entirely relaxed in this lack of attire.
We decided to take to the pool and before long we were swimming and playing with each other just childlike activity. A water polo game had been arranged and both V and myself were on the same side. (Water polo is one of the oldest ball games in the world derived from horse polo)  

As we drove home V was in a non stop-talking mood about her experiences at the home the Roy and Judy and the friends she had met.

We had still not consummated our relationship when on the 8th of January V phoned to say that both her parents and younger sister would be out for the night and would I like to come over.
There was some light snow falling when I drove up the driveway to V’s home. The outside light was on so I could see to park without hitting the ornaments on the grass verge. As I locked the car door I could see the silhouette of V standing in the doorway dressed in a white satin nightdress set off her shoulders and above her knee. Clear to see in the light reflecting that beneath her dress she was without underwear. This was more erotic in that position than seeing her totally naked. I entered the house and she threw her arms round me her lips pressed hard against mine so that he tongue rubbed against my teeth. I reciprocated. I lifted her slim figure into my arms and carried her up the wide staircase, following her instructions for the direction I should follow to her bedroom. I laid her down on the bed, stood back kicked off my shoes as she eased off the bed to undress me with eagerness of desire. My coat was thrown to one side my tie undone and slipped through the collar before being deposited near my discarded jacket. I few buttons popped off my white shirt, as she was too eager to deprive me of my attire as quickly as possible. Trousers and underpants pulled over my ankles still with my black socks on. I pushed her onto the bed wearing only my socks   I laid astride of her and lifted up her dress and with her hands holding my head it was lowered to taste her femininity. Much twisting and turning before we manoeuvred into a position where her mouth tasted the delights of my now engorged member. We had never been this far before. In the past we had just given mutual masturbation with hands only. The ultimate in passion was to be come a reality almost 4 weeks after we met. It was worth waiting for. I pulled V onto my lap and as she had her chin on my head I found the taste of her nipples to my delight as she eased her open sex onto mine and I could feel it going all the way in with her muscles gripping it tight. Up and down she bounced on my lap my laps was sore but I had abandoned any discomfort for the reality of a wonderful build up and final orgasm.
This night of passion was to be one to cherish for all time as her demands almost had me crying out for mercy. 6 times we did copulate and I am sure the last time I brought forth blood from my own genitals.

Was I man enough for her with her seemingly insatiable thirst for copulation? I was reminded of an old saying  “Once a king always a king but once a knight is enough” 
With my soccer trial coming up I was feeling a little reluctant to take V with me to Ipswich. If we had sex on the night before the trial in the volume we had it at her parents home, I would be in no fit condition to play football yet alone kick the ball.

Having promised to take V with me to Ipswich I could not disappoint her, we arrived at the Clubs Portman Road ground just before lunch. Bill McGarry introduced me to the 3 other football hopefuls and their parents, all were younger than I was me in fact the youngest was only 14 then 16 and 17 and myself 23. We went for lunch in the Directors restaurant, where we had an excellent selection of starters, main course and sweet.  V had stuffed mushrooms and I had prawns as the first course. Main course V Roast lamb, myself steak our choice of vegetables was the same roast potatoes, cabbage and carrots. Of course we could not do without the traditional Yorkshire pudding and heaps of gravy. The sweet for both of us was fruit cocktail.
Alcohol was not permitted for me but V had a glass of white wine.

The afternoon was spent in general training with a few of the resident professionals Advice being given by the manager and coach. On the morrow we would be playing in a friendly against a local team from Sudbury and all the trialist would be expected to take part.

I asked or rather begged V not to overdo our lovemaking, as I wanted to be 100% fit for the match tomorrow.

We sat down for an evening meal in the restaurant. I did not want to over load my stomach, as my priority was to be fit to give of my best when I went onto the field of play.

We spent an evening with a walk along the pathway alongside the River Orwell. We returned to the hotel at just after 10 pm, and aware that V wanted to indulge in some extra marital fun.

Once inside the room V was eager to get me out of my clothes, and wasted no time in depriving me of them. I pulled away from her embrace as I suggested that first I must take a shower. She plumped down on the bed her blues eyes looking up at me begging me to be as quick as possible. She said she did not need a shower since she had taken one earlier and did not want to wash off her perfume.

As I walked back into the room V was laying on the bed totally naked her legs wide open and she was rubbing her vagina (This I had never seen on a naturist beach or in a club) This erotic display was too much for me to contain any control and my member was rising at a rapid rate. Slipping on the bed beside her she was eager to feel my member deep inside of her own sex. We copulated and before long both of us had delivered satisfaction to our desires. Now between the sheets I tried to sleep but V seemed ravenous she wanted more than I was willing to give. This minx was not going to take no for an answer and her meticulous use of her fingers on my member and other parts of my body led to my being aroused to the point that I had to be fulfilled. The second copulation concluded I drifted into a deep sleep.

I was awakening in the early hours of the morning when V went to the bathroom. Seeing me awake she wanted to indulge in more pleasures of the body and despite my protestations her fingers did all that she required of them and once more the desire to spend my seed had to be obeyed. I rolled over to sleep and hoped that this was to be the last time before I had to play soccer.
I was still in bed half asleep when V slipped her naked torso out of the bed to take a shower. As she returned I noticed the droplets of water on her body and in the half light it looked erotic especially as she sat on the chair opposite me and as I awoke she was again rubbing her pubic area in such a way that no man could resist to the temptation of joining her and with my member standing to attention for the 4th time in a matter of hours I was like putty in her hands as I pulled her from off the chair and pushing her onto the bed I mounted her from the rear to once more spend my seed, trusting that she had at least taken her birth control pills.

The four times that I had indulged in sexual intercourse was to manifest itself in a lack of co-ordination when I was playing football. Despite having the easiest of tap ins 4 minutes into the game it was obvious my teamwork contribution was certainly lacking with miss passing, not running for a ball, that had I been not so tired would have easily reached.  I was not surprised when I was substituted 20 minutes into the game. I walked off the pitch slowly just as if I had played all 90 minutes. My extra curricula activity during the night had taken the sting from my normally athletic body.
The coach shook his head as I came off. “Bare what the hell is wrong with you, you were very impressive in training yesterday” He paused. Maybe you overdid it with your girl friend” I did not reply but continued down the players tunnel for an early shower. The team had won by the only goal of the game that I had scored. That was the only good news but I should have stayed on for the full 90 but I was more of a handicap in the period I did stay on and my lack of fitness may have led to defeat.

The coach called me into his office. I expected that my trial would end in tears because I was not able to control the sexual temptation. I sat down as the coach indicated in the seat opposite his desk. “Bare you played well for 10 minutes then you went to pieces” He coughed loudly  “I was not impressed and to be honest if you were not highly recommended by our chief scout I would not sign you on” “So you will” I interrupted. The coach stood up and shook his head  “Not yet, I am going to give you one more chance to prove yourself next week” He put his hand on my shoulder “but leave your girlfriend at home next time”

As I left his office I was aware that maybe if I wanted my soccer career to go forward I must part company with V. Which was more important a relationship with a very sexy insatiable lady or my future in soccer.

I did love V but as I thought more and more about the situation I could see that sex with V and soccer with Ipswich (The tractor boys) would not mix. I had to decide Virginia or football.

TO BE CONTINUED
MAN IN THE MEDIA
Chapter 3      Post RAF
This section started on 11th November 2005