Uncanny Tales – (071) New Undies

 

Christina Smith lived in the idyllic village of Mornington-By-Mere, situated in the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and was very happy, and regularly satisfied.

That was until her sister Katie came to stay following her divorce, and she was very depressed, and didn’t want to go, she just stayed at home and watched trashy TV, and it was cramping Christina’s style.

But she managed to get her hooked up with her next-door neighbour and when Katie was getting regularly plugged, she decided it was time to get some action for herself.

Having been out of the saddle for a few weeks she decided to reacquaint herself with the local lothario who had serviced her in the past, Ray Priest, she knew it wouldn’t take too much effort to get him interested again.

She engineered an accidental meeting in Shallowfield outside the coffee shop she knew he frequented and when she was carrying a designer carrier bag from a very expensive lingerie shop.

“Hello Ray” she said and kissed him then she spotted him looking at the carrier bag she was carrying.

“No, you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question.

“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered.

“You’re incorrigible,” she said.

“Is that a maybe?” he asked.

“Well, it’s not a no” she replied, and they parted ways.

 

So, after baiting the trap she just had to engineer another chance meeting at his favourite pub and let him know she was available.

Then she said to herself

“Sod it, enough with the subterfuge”

And walked up his path and knocked on the door.

“Hello Ray” she said.

“Christina! what a surprise”

“Not an unpleasant one though I hope” she asked.

“Not at all” he replied and stepped aside to let her in, and she went and sat down on the sofa.

“You’re bold entering the house of a renown womaniser in broad daylight dressed up to the nines.”

“You could have just phoned, and I would have come to yours” he suggested.

“No, I couldn’t,” she said indignantly.

“What kind of a woman do you think I am?”

Well, he did have some experience of what Christina was capable of, but it would have been ungentlemanly for him to point it out to her, so he just said.

“Sharpington”

He was referring to a particularly salacious episode at a Hotel in Sharpington, where…. Well, that’s another story

“That was different” she said, “anyway with you it doesn’t really count because you’re such a tart.”

She roared with laughter to such an extent that she ended up collapsing in a heap with her head and shoulders on his lap.

“If you choose not to behave like a gentleman, and act like a bit of rough I can’t be held responsible.”

Christina disintegrated into laughter again.

“Do you still think I’m sexy?” she asked, sluttish-ly draped before him.

“Quite sexy” he conceded.

“Well quite sexy won’t get you a look at my new underwear” she said.

“I bet it does,” Ray said as he slowly moved his hand, which had been resting on her chuckling belly, up to caress the roundness of her breast.

“Well maybe” She murmured as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes.

Because it had been so long since she’d been in action and a catalogue of previous encounters between them filled her head,

Things didn’t progress too much further before she leapt up and shouted.

“Ok, I’ll let you see my knickers.”

And began to undress.