by Bridy McAvoy
“Coke would be great.”
“Coming up.”
* * * *
After dinner we snuggled on the couch for a while as darkness fell outside. I needed some recuperation time, and I guess she did too. We didn’t really talk much, let alone make plans, we just enjoyed each other’s company. Eventually, about an hour after we’d cleared up from the meal, I started to slide my hand down inside her robe. She grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
“Let’s go to bed.”
I smile down into her upturned face and kissed her on the forehead. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“Cheek.”
We both walked around the downstairs, making sure the doors were locked and turning out the lights. She put the hall light on but I caught her hand and spun her into my arms as I flicked the light off.
“Gareth!”
“Sshhh, sweetheart.”
She stood still as I reached for the belt to her robe and pulled the tight bow undone.
“I’ll get you for this.”
“Promises, promises.”
She didn’t object or resist as I reached up for the lapels of her robe, slowly opened them and then pushed the garment back off her shoulders. She dropped her arms to her sides, allowing it to slide off. I didn’t let it fall to the floor, just whisked it away.
“Upstairs, my naked nymph.”
She turned, and in the dim light from the street-light outside I saw her step up onto the first tread. I watched carefully until she was three steps up, then without warning, flicked the hall light back on, as well as the light at the top of the stairs. She froze for a second as she let out a startled shriek then scampered up the stairs as fast as she could move. The way her ass jiggled as she ran up the stairs nekkid was a truly amazing sight.
“You little shit!”
I chuckled and slowly walked upstairs having killed the hall light once more. When I walked into her bedroom I came to a full stop. No Penny. The room was empty. I smiled, remembering my own vow to chase her naked through every room. The only rooms left were the bathroom and her parents’ bedroom. I knew she wouldn’t be in the bathroom, but opened the door and checked it anyway—equally empty. Her parents’ room was a different matter—very much verboten territory, but I was grinning as I pushed the door open. Penny was crouched on the window side of the bed, her eyes wide open and dancing with reflected light as she watched me come into the room. I walked to the side of the bed opposite her and then lunged across the double bed toward her.
Penny let out a delighted little shriek and dodged. I wasn’t quick enough to catch her and she reached the door a few feet ahead of me. As I emerged from the bedroom I watched the bathroom door shut and heard the lock turn. Her soft chuckle from inside told me she was still playing.
The lock was one of those childproof ones, where you can use a coin to unlock it from the outside. Of course, Penny was no child but I fished a coin from my pocket and twisted it in the slot, trying not to make any noise. She was obviously watching the door because I heard her quiet nervous laughter again. I didn’t want to push the door open in case she was close to it, so I opened it slowly. Penny was standing in front of the toilet bowl, watching me as I pushed the door wide open.
“Can’t run away this time, Penny.”
“Who said I was running away? I just made you fulfil your promise.”
I grinned at her and, despite being stark nekkid, she walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my body. “Take me to bed, honey. I want to make love to you, right now.”
Like I was ever going to pass that up.
Chapter 10
I’m pretty sure Gareth could sense there was something not quite right with me on Sunday morning. In truth I was worrying about the impending meeting with Frank. I passed it off as a bit of a tummy upset, and he walked me to the shop on time.
“Call in sick if you need to.”
“I’ll be fine, honest.”
“Hmm…”
“Stop being a worry wart, honey. It’s just something I ate.”
“I ate the same as you.”
“But you have the constitution of an ox, while I am naught but a weak and fragile woman.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“And the disposition of an ox to go with it.”
“Stop it.”
I hugged him and stepped back. “Got to go, honey.”
“I’ll see you later. Meet you here at five. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
As he walked off across the car park I turned back to the door and the security guard let me in.
* * * *
The morning went okay, but my anxiety about what was to come built within me. By noon I was starting to feel ill—not feigned illness, really feeling ill. In fact, my supervisor noticed and checked up on me a couple of times, but I kept saying I was okay. I had my break about half-twelve but didn’t eat, didn’t even have a cup of tea, just a glass of water, and I didn’t even finish that.
When I went back on duty I was put on till six, the nearest one to the toilets, which turned out to be prophetic for me.
I’d just started serving this nice old lady with her dozen or so items when I spotted Frank walk in through the front door. He scanned the row of tills and as his eyes settled on me, my stomach lurched. I was suddenly horrified that I was about to be sick. Bile filled the back of my throat and I clamped my hand over my mouth, hit the call button for the supervisor and shot to my feet.
“Are you all right, dearie…?”
I didn’t try and answer—just bolted for the ladies. I managed to make it inside a cubicle and leaned over the bowl and was violently sick.
A couple of minutes later, one of the other girls came in to check on me. She took one look, and headed back out. About three or four minutes later the supervisor came in. By then I was hurled out—nothing more to come up. I’d emptied my stomach completely—straight down the big white-throated God.
“Penny, are you okay?”
“No, not really.”
“You don’t look good. Let me call you a cab.”
“I’ll be okay, I just need some air.”
“I think you should go home.”
As we walked out of the store into the afternoon sunlight there was a group of three or four people waiting, including the old lady who I’d been serving, and, it goes without saying, Frank.
“Are you okay, dear?”
I nodded, forcing a weak smile. “Something I ate, I think. I’ll be fine.”
“Penny? You want me to walk you home?”
The supervisor looked at him suspiciously. I had to say something, despite not wanting to. I could hardly deny I knew him. “It’s okay. He’s my neighbor. Lives next door.”
“Oh, that’s all right then. Are you sure you can manage?”
“Yeah. Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. These things happen. At least you didn’t upchuck all over the till and the belt.”
I shuddered. That would have been unpleasant, and embarrassing.
“Come on, let’s get you home.”
“Thank you.”
Actually, at that moment I really did need someone to walk me home. “I need my purse and keys.”
The supervisor smiled. “I’ll fetch them, stay here. Fresh air will do you good.”
The nice lady told me to watch after myself and headed off. The rest of the little crowd dispersed too, leaving me alone with Frank for a couple of minutes. He didn’t say anything—wise of him, really. The supervisor returned with my bag and told me to call in tomorrow if I didn’t think I was well enough, and then she went back inside as Frank started to steer me across the car-park.
We were a good hundred yards away before he spoke up. “That was a pretty convincing fake, sweetie.”
“You stupid bastard. I wasn’t faking anything.”
“So what made you sick?”
“I don’t know. You probably.”
“Harsh, sweetie, harsh. I
thought you liked our little games.”
“Well, I don’t.”
“But you still play them, don’t you, Penny?”
“I need to ring Gareth.”
“You can text him later. You don’t want him hot-footing it to yours to find you naked in my living room, do you?”
“You think I’m still going through with it? The way I feel?”
“Of course you are.”
“Bastard!”
He laughed and slipped an arm around me to help me as we made our way up the hill. When we reached the front of my house I made as if to turn onto the path, but he held me and steered me straight on and then to his.
“A cup of tea and a piece of toast will do you wonders, girl.”
I didn’t argue. What was the point?
* * * *
He was as good as his word, I’ll give him that, making me a nice, not too strong, cuppa and accompanied that with two slices of toast, with only a thin spread of butter on it. After half an hour I was actually starting to feel better, and I wasn’t feeling sick any more—well, not in my stomach.
“This is the last time, Frank. I’m not doing this anymore.”
He shrugged. “We’ll see.”
“I’ll go home and change out of my uniform.”
“No need. What I want you to wear is right here.” He patted a carrier bag next to him on the couch. “Just take the uniform off and I’ll pass you this stuff.”
“So that way you get to see me twice?”
“Exactly.”
“Bastard!”
He chuckled but didn’t attempt to move. I guess I was resigned to it by then—the visceral need deep down to expose myself—but I continued to swear this was the last time. Frank had vertical blinds at his windows so I moved over to the cords and angled the blinds so nobody could see in. Then I returned to stand in front of the chair where I’d been sitting. To be honest, I wanted to get out of the shop uniform clothes—they stank of puke.
I didn’t try and tease, or be in any way coy, simply pulled the sweatshirt off over my head, then unbuttoned and discarded the blouse. I looked at a point somewhere over his head, rather than at him, as I eased my trainers off my feet then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants before pushing them down to my knees. I sat down and pulled them all the way off, slipping my trainer liners off at the same time. Then I turned my gaze back to Frank and waited for him to hand me the clothes I was supposed to put on, in order to take them off for him.
Frank smiled. ”And the rest, sweetie.”
“You want me naked?”
“Of course, Penny. Of course. When have I ever wanted anything else?”
I sighed and reached behind my back to unclip my bra which slid off my shoulders and joined my uniform in a heap on the floor. My hands went to my waist and I lifted from the seat for a moment to slide my panties under my butt, then quickly stripped them down my legs, leaving me naked. I kept my legs pressed together and just stared at him. He spent a minute or so looking over me then lifted the carrier bag to his lap.
Frank smiled and beckoned me to cross the room to him.
“Can’t you throw it over here?”
“No.”
I pouted but knew I couldn’t win. I was naked, in a room alone with Frank, but for the first time I wasn’t turned on at all. Not one little bit. He probably thought I was, because my nipples had stiffened on exposure to the air, but it wasn’t arousal. Frank gestured to a spot immediately in front of his knees and I did as he asked. I wanted this over with. I realized my excitement at exhibiting myself was dead. I had something else I wanted, and it wasn’t in this room, it wasn’t with him. He rummaged in the bag for a moment then his hand reappeared with a scrap of red lace which he handed to me.
“Put these on to start with, Penny. You’ll look gorgeous in these.” These turned out to be a pair of red tie-sided lace panties. The lace was so thin, so skimpy that even in my hand I could see they would be all but transparent.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously, put them on! Right where you are.”
So today was going to be different, he was going to watch me undress, then dress, and finally undress again. Wowie! All at very close range. Wanting this over with, I did as he asked, stepping into them then drawing them up my legs. They were tight, very tight, and when I looked down I could see I’d been right, they were transparent. He made a turning gesture with his fingers and I turned to face away from him. I knew the front was transparent. I hated to think what the back was like.
When Frank whistled in appreciation I knew what it looked like—obscene. Despite my indifference to what was happening, I started to feel warm. Almost despite myself, the events of the afternoon were unfolding just like yesterday—my body was reacting to the exposure.
“Here, sweetie, put this on.”
I turned back to find he was holding out another scrap of lace, albeit a bit bigger than the previous one. Once I’d unfolded it and shook it out, I could see it was a baby-doll nightie, also in transparent red lace. The shoulders tied with bows, as did the single lace holding the two halves of the front together.
“You kinky sod.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
Actually, I did like it, but not for him. If I’d worn this for Gareth he’d have pounced on me in nothing flat. Glancing at Frank’s lap, I could see he was getting hard too, enjoying looking at me. As I pulled the top over my head I felt my nipples were now hard, not just stiff from the cool air, and my breathing was getting harsher too.
“I knew you’d like it, Penny. Admit it, you like showing yourself off in slinky lingerie.”
Seeing as this was the first time I’d worn anything remotely like this, I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. I was, however, getting turned on by the experience, despite not wanting to be.
“Let’s have a look at the back view.”
I did as he asked and faced away. I could hear him move on the couch, but paid no attention to that. I just assumed he was adjusting his hard-on or something. A moment later I felt him quite close, then his hands appeared either side of my head and something soft and black obscured my vision.
“Wha…?”
“It’s okay, it’s just a blindfold.”
“I didn’t agree to this.”
“It’ll heighten your other senses, you’ll be fine.”
I was starting to panic, gulping in air as I tried hard to control myself. My hands rose to grasp his, but he stopped me from removing the blindfold.
“You’ll be fine. I promise. Turn around.”
He used his hands to guide me in a half-circle, then stopped me from turning too far. I guessed I was now facing the couch again.
“God, you are one sexy bitch, Penny. You have no idea what you’re doing to me dressed like that. Leave the blindfold, you’re not in any danger.”
I reached up with a shaky hand and touched the soft cloth covering my eyes.
“Leave it, Penny. You’re perfectly safe, and at the moment, perfectly adorable.”
I tried hard not to shiver. I was afraid, for sure, but at the same time that fear was acting as an accelerant for something else. Earlier, as I’d simply undressed for him, I hadn’t been turned on. As I’d put on the lingerie he’d provided, I’d started to get turned on. Now, unable to see what he was doing, I found myself, suddenly, turned on big time.
“You have no idea how stunning you look. Truly and unquestionably one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen.” His voice was moving in the room. It felt like he was circling me. Certainly, he hadn’t sat down again.
My breathing was getting ragged now, and as I pressed my legs together I could feel the dampness start to spread. The almost non-existent lace seemed to scratch at my nipples with every breath. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, then I felt the gentle touch of his fingers as he pressed his hands against my back.
“You’re…you’re not supposed to touch. You promised.”
I co
uld hear the lack of conviction in my own voice. My arousal flared higher, knowing he was touching me, and I could do little to stop him without removing the blindfold and stopping the game.
“No, I promised not to touch you yesterday. I told you I would touch you today.”
The pressure from his fingers increased as they dipped down toward my butt. I shuddered and tried to stifle a gasp as I felt them move down onto the cheeks of my ass.
“You feel amazing, young lady. Amazing. It’s been a long time since I had the ass of a twenty year old in my hands.” He squeezed and this time I couldn’t suppress my gasp.
“Please…”
“Please what, sweetie? Please stop…or please do it again?”
He laughed and let go. I thought I heard the rustle of him moving to my left. I turned my head but of course I couldn’t see anything. My other senses seemed heightened though, especially my sense of smell. I could smell the beer and fags on him. Reassured I had a way of tracking his movement, I allowed myself to relax. I wasn’t restrained in any way—I could remove the blindfold in less than a second, confront him on an equal footing. In the meantime, my body was telling me to enjoy the sensations he was wringing from me.
Suddenly, I felt his finger touch my neck just below my chin. “Time to let me undo one of these pretty bows.”
His finger trailed down over my skin, from my neck down onto my chest, then between my breasts. I felt it snag on the bow between them, then slowly pull it out away from my clammy skin. I tried not to move, not to react, but I knew he could tell my state from the way I was panting for each shallow breath.
“Cat got your tongue, Penny?”
“No.”
“Tell me, how do you feel?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Okay.”
“Just okay? I can see how flushed you are, how hard your nipples are, how wet you are, even how quickly you’re breathing. And you say you’re okay? I say you’re turned on, sweetie. And because you’re turned on you’re happy for me to continue to touch you like this.”
