Quicksand

So started a three month affair of Wednesday nights in Southport. I really got to appreciate the chameleon type properties of the conservative Austin Maxi, one minute family car, next a good representation of a Niagara Falls Motel room.

I'd pick Sue up at the bus stop on the outskirts of the Ashurst region of "Skem". We'd go to the Nags/Stags/Rams Head and have a few beers then drive down to the sands near the pier. Have rampant, hot, steamy sex (can you tell I used to enjoy this immensely?) then drove the 20 minutes to the outskirts of Skelmersdale again where we'd park up by a construction site and have another session before retiring for the evening. It was particularly helpful and encouraging that Sue started wearing short black skirts and stockings on our evenings out.

I learned a few years later that the "sands" we used to park on had patches of deep quicksand. The Maxi must have had a charmed life, if we had parked on quicksand I doubt if either of us would have noticed the car sinking. we were far too engrossed in the dark pleasures.

There were a couple of occasions when we got "caught" by other cars (probably the occupants having the same intent) - the usual drive past amid the flashing of lights. No one ever stayed to watch (well one time on the building site a car stayed behind us for a few minutes with its lights on - we just lay there not moving, waiting for them to go away then continued with the bonk).