Helka and I spent the rest of the weekend together. A day out enjoying the tourist traps of London, go for a nice meal, drinks in a pub or two then, finally, back to mine for a night of beautiful, unbridled lust! On Sunday, after a wonderfully relaxing sixty-nine, laying side by side with each other, we got up for a café breakfast in Central London. It was another beautiful day but the weather was being too kind during this summer (1976) and, at some times of the day, it was just too hot!
We walked through to a small park where there were plenty of trees giving plenty of shade. We were not that hungry after our breakfast but we had brought some drinks and a packet of biscuits from a nearby shop. We found a shaded corner to have our impromptu picnic. And we talked about this and that in our usual manner. I sat loosely cross-legged while Helka was lying on her side, propped up on her elbow.
"Are you looking forward to the Manchester trip?" I asked.
"Well, it will be interesting," she replied, "I've never been to Manchester. See what the college and uni are like, y'know! But, ..."
"Yeah, you'll miss me!"
"Hahahaha, yes, OK, big head!" I smiled and leaned over to kiss the top of her head. Our vibe was so relaxed and our banter came so naturally, it was lovely. Pretty unbelievable, really, considering our initial romance two years before had only lasted a couple of weeks and our current relationship was only two weekends of lust!
As we lay close together on the grass, Helka reached out to stroke my thigh, pretty close to my crotch. In that mischievous streak that teenagers have, she had a cheeky look around the park and then, unzipped my fly and put her hand inside my trousers to fondle my cock through my pants! I wasn't expecting this to go any further, I was just getting a nice sensation. Helka's head was resting on my chest with my arm around her shoulder. I was able to reach down into her blouse to connect with that familiar curve of her breast.
We lay that way for a while before we decided to get up and make our way to Helka's student room at the LSE. It wasn't far to walk from the park near Holborn towards Euston so we made it in decent time. In Helka's room, we sat and talked, drank coffee, ate the rest of the biscuits. As the afternoon turned to evening, we could have embarked on a night of passion but, her studies took priority and she had an early class, so we parted company with a big cuddle and a gorgeous kiss. I was going to miss her next weekend ... but we probably needed the rest anyway! Enjoy Manchester, Helka! ____________________________________
As Helka would be in Manchester next weekend, I was at a loose end on Friday evening. Despite the nature of the work in an unemployment office, there was good banter between the staff and the claimants and, occasionally, some amusing incidents.
The dress code at work was pretty much non-existent and many of us were dressed in the same uniform as the claimants, that is, jeans, shirt or t-shirt and trainers. It seemed to work as a good leveller between the two sides of the counter. Also, many of us lived in the same run-down areas, where empty houses would be occupied by squatters and others who were on the edge of homelessness. As a result, the staff and claimants recognised each other as some sort of kindred spirits!
This feeling was especially apparent on Friday nights when staff and claimants would mix in many of the pubs in North London. Everyone would be buying drinks, the claimants, usually pints, that would last them all evening! Then, word would go around about a reggae house party. The pub emptied as people would head to this house party and that would be Friday night sorted out! A stream of young people snaked through the streets of Crouch End and, as we got closer to the house party, you could hear the heavy bass of the music.
I recognised a few people from work and some of us stopped off at the corner shop to buy some ɓeers and joined in the party as we reached the house. The whole scene was very friendly and there was the customary giant speakers set up in the front room, booming out the rhythms of the reggae music. Everyone was milling about, some stopped to chat, getting in the way of others who were trying to pass through from room to room. And there were plenty of spliffs being shared around.
After a while, the beers in the pub had been topped up by the beers from the shop! Although I don't smoke, I was getting plenty of fumes coursing through my system and the pounding bass lines were starting to give me a headache! So, to get some fresh air, I went outside and sat outside on a low garden wall. Slightly intoxicated by the booze and the cannabis fumes, I must have passed out because I woke up lying on my back on the grass with my legs still hooked over the wall! Hahahaha! A friend from work saw me and got me back on my feet again, got me another beer, and took me to the bathroom so I could wash my face. I knew that I was going to be ribbed about that all next week!
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Back at work, workmates who had been at the party stopped for a chat and a laugh about me falling off the wall. Workmates who were NOT there soon got to hear about it and they, too, were laughing! I seemed to have got myself a reputation as the class clown!
Friday night soon came around and people were asking if I would be going out to repeat the fun-guy antics of the previous weekend. But, of course, Friday night was reserved for the gorgeous Helka.
We met in Piccadilly Circus, close to an unassuming disco called Snoopy's, where they had floor-to-ceiling mirrors along one side of the dancefloor. It made the place look twice as crowded! We found a table, got drinks and settled in for a night of 70s disco dancing! After cavorting to several tunes, we returned to our table and sat and cuddled. I went to the bar and got more drinks. When I got back, Helka had been joined by a work colleague, named Lisa, from LSE. They chatted about their studies for a few minutes then Lisa left. Our night continued until closing time and we left to make our way to the LSE and Helka's student room.
We had almost got back when we heard a commotion in the street. We turned to see what was happening and we saw Helka's friend Lisa having a stand-up argument with some guy. Whatever the fuss was about, it seemed to be over, as the guy just walked away. Lisa was walking in the opposite direction when she spotted us.
"Hi, Helka," she called out. We waited for her to catch up. "What an idiot! I always seem to end up with arseholes!" she vented. She calmed down a little and just chatted as we all walked back to LSE. When we arrived at the main door to the student rooms, Helka said, "Come and have a drink. I've got some wine I opened earlier, it needs to be drunk before it goes vinegary."
"Yeah, OK," replied Lisa. When we got to Helka's room, there wasn't that much wine so Lisa said, "I'll go and get another bottle."
I noticed that there was an addition to Helka's room, a comfortable easy chair to go with the office chair that she had at her desk. Well, at least it was more comfortable than the swivel office chair. Lisa came back with two bottles of wine, Helka switched on the radio and we settled down to a few drinks. London's Capital Radio station would play soft, cool-down music, after the hectic events of Friday night clubbing so, there we were, at three in the morning, just relaxing with a few glasses of wine.