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.
