Downshire is a relatively small English county
but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful
coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock,
the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the
rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm
land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south
to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent
neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north, but it’s in the Village of
Great Trotwood where the participants of the tale live their lives.
But Colin Wild had the afternoon off, so he drove into Abbeyvale to do a
bit of shopping, nothing major just toiletries and the like, and he got most of
what he wanted at Harvey’s Pharmacy, and it was after leaving the shop when he
bumped into an acquaintance coming out of a very expensive lingerie establishment.
The nature of that acquaintance was of a more intimate hue than pure
friendship, but for proprieties sake they had to maintain the façade of friendship
as he was the Curate of St Timothy’s in Great Trotwood and she was wealthy
married woman, Candice Robinson, and her husband was a local bigwig.
“Hello darling” she said, and air kissed him, and then she spotted him
looking at the designer 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
Unmoved by his enquiry she shook her head disappointedly.
“You still owe me a pair anyway” she said quietly
“Yes” he agreed “they’re in my glove compartment”
“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Candy
said
“What a great idea” he said “There’s a great framer in market street,
they’ll look great hanging in the Vestry”
“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing
The reason he was in possession of an expensive pair of her slightly
soiled black silk knickers was because he had removed them from her tidy bod
during a late-night tryst in a quiet wood on the outskirts of Little Trottwood.
However, before she could redress after the act they were almost
discovered only minutes after he had withdrawn.
“Have you got time for a coffee?” she asked
“I do” he replied so they went into a coffee house, a nice one, Café
Société, not one of the chains, a very swanky establishment.
Colin ordered the drinks as Candice sat in the corner and when he joined
her, he said
“I wouldn’t mind adding to my collection” he mused, and she blushed
knowing he was referring to her knickers again and then after a few moments she
said
“You’re not having the new ones”
“Well, I’ll settle for the ones you’re wearing now” Colin said and
smiled as she blushed scarlet
A few minutes later they left the comfort of the plush upholstered sofas
and went off to the loo.
Twenty minutes later they returned in tandem and Candice walked through
the coffee shop sans panties and when she sat down, she giggled.
“Wow that was very saucy” she said “and you know I like saucy”
“How do you feel?” he asked as he fondled the warm silk fabric in his
pocket
“I always feel good afterwards” she whispered
“I meant; how do you feel going commando” he explained “in public”
“It felt really dirty” she replied “but in a good way, it’s very
liberating”
“Good” he said “I can’t wait until the next time I liberate you”
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