4 comments/ 21921 views/ 13 favorites Clippy By: RomanCEisdead2 Now, it's not what you might think; I'm not talking about that annoying Microsoft Office pop-up. No, I'm talking about the London Clippy, more properly known as a bus conductress. This was long before the Oyster Card method of payment that you wand as you board a bus, through concertina folding doors. Back then there was no door, just an open platform at the back left hand side (e.g. the side facing the pavement). A driver would pull up almost one bus length beyond the painted sign that was attached to a post. This was the 'bus stop' and people queued on the far side of it – and woe betide anybody trying to join the bus from the wrong side and not joining at the end of the queue. That was the thing in those days; queues. The shortages and rationing meant that you had to queue for everything. There was no point in complaining, you just had to get on with it like everybody else. So queuing became a way of life and for many years after bus stop etiquette ruled. I've recently seen examples of where it works and where it doesn't; at Stratford Bus Station it was like a rugby scrum, but at Beamish Museum a group of German teenagers who naively walked in front of a group of more mature visitors in order to board a vintage bus where told in no uncertain terms to get to the back. The story really begins before 1942, but that's where we'll come back to in due course. Lillian Walters was twenty one when she married George Clarkin. As Lillian Clarkin, she immediately lost her job as a clerk. That was what happened then; some companies continued to employ a woman after marriage, but the moment she became pregnant she was expected to leave. Although millions of young men were killed during the 1914-1918 War, when the survivors came back they needed employment and it became even more vital that women move aside. Of course, twenty one years later things had changed again and women found they were needed in the workplace, not just in the roles that were considered suitable for females, but also the more physical arenas that included engineering, farming and the military. "I have to tell you now that no such undertaking has been received, and that consequently this country is at war with Germany," said Neville Chamberlain. They didn't need to hear anymore; what they had all been dreading had happened. George turned off the Pilot Maestro radio and sighed. "Well, I guess we all saw it coming. I've already made up my mind Lil, I'm going to enlist." "What?" she asked. "You must be joking! They don't want somebody of your age!" "Listen, four years I was in the army for the last lot and did I see any action? Did I hell. Army Pay Corp, that's what they put me in. Oh, I know most men would have given their eye teeth to be in my place, but when people ask me, 'What did you do in the war?' I feel ashamed. I need to do something proper this time, so I'm going down first thing in the morning." Of course, a man of forty three wouldn't have been accepted by the army. Most men of George's age would be volunteering for the Local Defence Volunteer (LDV) force, which later became the Home Guard (or Dad's Army). But George was wise to this and when he walked into the recruiting office, he gave his age as considerably lower. The sergeant raised his eyebrows, but accepted what he said without further question. He was told to report back three days later. "But how am I going to manage without you?" asked Lil. "Don't worry, Lil. The pay I get from the army will be better than I get from the gas works. I'll send you enough to get by." Well, that was the theory. What actually happened was that when George boarded the Leyland Hippo transport vehicle, he failed to sit down before the driver hit the accelerator and as a result fell headlong over the tailboard and out the back, breaking his neck when he landed in the road. So Lillian was left on her own, childless (they never did find out why) and without a husband to pay the bills. She was perhaps fortunate in this unfortunate time that men were standing up to be counted and that jobs for women were thus becoming available. Very quickly she was taken on by London Transport for training as a bus conductress. The job in its simplest form was relatively easy; passengers got on, stated their destination and the Clippy then told them the fare, took their money and gave them change, then extracted a ticket from the wooden ticket holder and then clipped it as having been paid (hence the derivation of the name Clippy). But the reality was a little different; a conductress had to signal for the driver to pull away from each stop once the passengers had boarded. She also had to deal with the occasional drunk, fare dodgers, the inevitable gropers and emergencies such as air raids, whereby the driver stopped at the nearest shelter and she then ushered everyone inside. The route that Lillian had been put on started in Central London and then wound its way through East London and out to the edge of Epping Forest, where the bus stopped for a ten minute break during the morning and a half hour break at lunchtime. The longer break was to allow for hold-ups and problems that might be encountered en route). The worst period was during the blitz in 1940. The outer suburbs were relatively quiet, but the route could be changed at very short notice due to fallen buildings, craters, burst water mains or even unexploded bombs. Jim was Lil's driver. He was sixty five and was like a father figure to her. It was 1942 and he had been Lil's driver for the last three years. So she was saddened when Jim fell ill and couldn't work anymore. She was told that a temporary driver would be assigned to her for the next day. Clippy By 5.30am, she had put on her underwear, including her suspender belt and was carefully pulling the ugly stockings up her legs. She quickly fastened them and then stood and looked behind to ensure that the seams were straight. The blouse, skirt jacket and shoes took five more minutes to don. Five minutes after that she was locking the door on her way out, stopping only for a quick visit to the lavatory. The bus depot was literally only four minutes walk from Lillian's flat, so she strolled in with ten minutes to spare – just enough time to grab another cup of tea and a rare biscuit, before collecting her float and tickets and boarding the bus. Charlie had just started the engine and waved to her as she walked past the cab on her way to the rear platform. Ding-ding! Lil pressed the bell to signal Charlie to move off. Clippy "Ahhhhhh!" was all that Lil could say as Charlie lifted the breast out of its (less than) protective cup. He moved his hand over and repeated the move with her right breast. Charlie turned sideways in order to allow himself room to caress both breasts. Then he did something Lil wasn't expecting; his head dipped down and he took her left nipple into his mouth. Her late husband had never done that. The pleasure of the warm mouth and hot tongue rasping across the nerve endings was almost painful and she momentarily became lost in a mental haze. By the time she recovered, Lil realised that Charlie was going much further than she had intended him to; his right hand had slid up under the heavy material of her uniform skirt, along the outside of her leg, past her stocking top and was now sweeping across the skin above. By the time she was able to react, the hand was already inside the leg of her knickers and starting to move inwards. "Mmmmm..No!" Her hand dropped to her lap to stop Charlie's hand moving any further. "No, Charlie! We can't... I mean you mustn't! Somebody will catch us." He didn't seem to hear her so, in desperation; she decided that she needed to get away. She pushed him back and stood up. The space was confined and she only just maintained her balance. She had managed to push the hand in her panties back down to her thick stocking top and held it there as she rotated and lifted that left leg over Charlie's. The culottes design of the skirt allowed for this manoeuvre, but Charlie's hand did not. As she brought her leg down and stood astride him, her hand lost its grip. Charlie's hand pushed back up her leg, inside her panties and buried itself in her thick pubic bush. His fingers immediately entered her and Lil found herself trapped both by her position astride him and the loss of balance engendered by the way his digits were probing and stroking. She lost her balance and had to hold onto his shoulders for support. Lil had to give in to the frigging that he gave her. Her breasts hung down, swinging with the motion that her hips had started in resonance with Charlie's fingers. She knew it was going to happen; her orgasm built rapidly and strongly until it overwhelmed her and she collapsed down onto his lap, trapping his hand. He resumed sucking on her nipples, while attempting to unbutton his trouser fly with his left hand. He reached in and pulled out the head of his dick. Looking down, Lillian could see Charlie's arm disappearing up the leg of her skirt, but she could now see the shiny head of his prick. The shock of seeing it so near to her pussy – even though it was unlikely that he could have done anything in this position – sobered her very quickly. She put her hand down to push his cock back into his trousers. She couldn't resist giving it a squeeze, but she knew that she had to end this now. "Charlie, we're late. We need to get going!" Reluctantly, Charlie let Lil get off of him. His hand came away soaking wet with her juices. She, meanwhile, could feel those same juices running down her legs. They were ten minutes late in departing and the next bus had already parked behind them. Charlie spoke to the other driver as he got off the platform. "My Clippy wasn't very well. She seems a bit better now, so we'll get going." Whether or not the other driver suspected anything, he didn't show any signs. Clippy "Your new driver is Geoff over there. He's just joined us from the army – invalided out – but he knows the route because he used to use it to get to work." Lil turned to look at Geoff and was taken aback; he was tall, dark, and handsome and smiled with a glint in his eye. She walked over to talk to him. "You must be Geoff. I'm Lillian, your Clippy." "Nice to meet you Lillian. The Inspector tells me that you'll look after me properly and show me where to go." Lil thrilled at the unintended double meaning, but decided that she would definitely enjoy showing Geoff where he should go! As far as she was concerned he could have an unlimited ticket.