Whiskey

I'm Greg now 64 married 4 grown children, back when I was 23 single I had a job working for a large national company. I was sent to work in a small town and got a room at a boarding house. The widow who owned the house was Martha in her late fifties at the time, also 3 other women in their forties boarded there and worked at the local mill. I kept a bottle of whiskey in my room and would have a shot now and then. I stored it in my suitcase under the bed, as the town didn't have any bars or sellers of alcohol and from what I heard it was frown on to drink alcohol in that community. After a while, I noticed my bottle was going down without me touching it. I soon worked out it was Martha who was taking a shot now and then, as it went down when the other ladies were away one weekend. I didn't really mind, as she didn't say anything to anybody else about my bottle. On a trip to another town, I got 2 more bottles of whiskey. Then when Christmas came the other Ladies left for 2 weeks holiday and I was alone with Martha. On the weekend before Christmas, it snowed heavy and not many people were moving about. I stayed at the boarding house and Martha came into my room to change the sheets. I had my bottle on the chest of draws and she saw it and didn't say anything. After she had changed the sheets, I asked her if she would like a drink, she okay as it was Chrismas. Anyway, we started to talk and she told that she knew I had a bottle and although it was frown upon in the town it wasn't any business of the other people in the town. After a while, we had ended up in the lounge and were still drinking. We had drunk half the bottle and were still drinking, I gave her another drink after she said one more drink and I'm anybodys. She drank it and I kissed her and started to feel her up and then to her bed and I fucked her. I stayed the night with her and started having sex with her regularly. She was a good fuck and liked sex, but went we were in the company of others you wouldn't think we knew each other. Even when the other ladies returned, I would go to Martha's room and stay the night with her after the others were in their beds. I finally left the area eight months later and started in the city where I met and married my wife. I went back to the town 3 years later for a week, but Martha had left the year before when the mill closed down. I went back 2 years ago and the town is almost a ghost now, the old boarding house is falling down. But I still have fond memories of that house.