The Perversion of Bev - Part 1: The Beginning

The barmaid couldn’t help but feel sorry for her and said “Look, my name’s Donna. Why not sit here and have a glass of wine to calm down. I’m off duty in half an hour, I’ll bring a bottle of water up to your room once I’m finished here”. Those were the kindest words Bev had heard all day. One glass of wine followed another and Bev learnt from Donna that she was totally off men. They both agreed that men are complete bastards – and that Phil is the biggest bastard of them all. All too soon it was time for Donna to cash up. “I’m off up to my room now” said Bev “When you come up with the water make sure to knock loudly as I’ll be taking a shower”.

Bev let the warm water run over her body as she let the day’s troubles wash over her. “It wasn’t all bad” she thought “Donna turned out to be quite a laugh and quite a looker too, if you like that sort of thing”. She stepped out the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. Not bad for a 43 year old – slim body; smooth firm arse; nice, full 36B tits with those pert long nipples that Phil loves to suck so much. Further down a few wisps of soft brown hair perfectly framed her sweet pussy lips, which were now beginning to take on a purple-pinky hue as they glistened in the bathroom light – getting slowly moist as Bev let her imagination run wild with erotic thoughts she never knew she had. “You fucking idiot, Phil” she thought “how could you let all this go to waste?” Bev was then quickly brought back to reality with a gentle knocking on the door – Donna with the water! She quickly pulled on the black lace panties she’d been keeping as a surprise for Phil and threw a robe around her shoulders as she went to the door.

As Bev opened the door, she could feel her breath escape from her in a sharp gasp. Standing there was Donna. But not the “Hotel Donna” that Bev had been talking to in the bar.