Angel In The Closet

Colin Capel had known Angela Purcell for a little over six years.

She was in his wife Jane’s bible study group, which was held at his house every five or six weeks.

At the time of their first meeting, she was 34 and he was 12 years her senior.

Angela stood a towering 4 feet 11 in her stocking feet and when he saw her face with those large saucer eyes and a warm mesmerizing smile it was a pivotal moment for him.

They hit it off immediately and he was instantly attracted to her even before he heard her speak in her Roedean educated posh totty voice.

He’d always been turned on by posh birds and turned off by common ones.

For him there was no greater turn off than to see a spectacularly beautiful woman open her mouth and speak in a rough colloquial accent. 

But sexy as her accent might have been and as remarkably beautiful as Angela’s face was, her figure on the other hand was singularly unremarkable.

She had short chubby legs, a flat chest and a barely distinguishable waist.

Although her bum was altogether a different proposition and each buttock was beautifully defined inside her khaki cargos.      

Despite being attracted to her though, nothing ever came of it, Colin was married, and Angela was a good Christian girl.

 

But whether it was a bible study group, or a social or just the after service mingle, they always gravitated to each other.  

She was an unmarried lass, who remained single and had never even dated anyone in the years he had known her, Colin never understood why.

They would see each other on a semi regular basis and when they did there would always be a hug and a kiss.

Apart from the physical attraction Colin also admired her for her work ethic, Angela was a hard-working girl, holding down three part time jobs.

She worked Monday to Wednesday at Abbotts Gardens Centre, Thursdays and Fridays she worked for Dustbusters domestic cleaning services and at weekends she worked in the café and bookshop at St Joseph’s church, which was situated on the verge of the town centre. 

With all the hours she worked it was perhaps little wonder she didn’t have time for a relationship.

 

The cupboard incident occurred on one of his rare Sunday Service appearances, for although Colin was a Christian, he was not one of its finest examples.

He had no problem with the God side of things or his Son’s sacrifice on the cross.

What he struggled with was the church and its hypocrisy.

So he became a hatches, matches and dispatches kind of Christian who in addition dutifully turned out for the bigger events in the church calendar.

His wife Jane on the other hand was the real deal as was Angela.

Colin was not as he had far too much lust in his heart to be a true Christian.

Even in church he allowed his libidinous eye to wander over the bounty of the female worshippers of the congregation, which to him always felt deliciously dirty.

He wasn’t sure if the reason it felt so good, or so bad, was because it was so obviously inappropriate or just the fact that he was ogling the Christian maids in their Sunday best.

Whatever the reason he thought it was very nice, very wrong, but very nice.

 

So that morning of the closet incident was an ordinary Sunday in every respect other than the fact Colin had decided to accompany his wife to the service.

They were stood at the back of the church chatting to Mrs Patmore, who managed the café and bookshop both of which closed during the service.

Just at the moment Colin had decided he had heard enough from Mrs Patmore and would excuse himself and find a seat, Angela appeared.

“Hello stranger” she said and reached up and gave Colin a kiss and a hug.

“Hi, my little angel” he said and reciprocated her embrace

“Is the shop closed Angela?” Mrs Patmore said sharply

“Yes” Angela replied “but I need till rolls”

“They’re in the stationary cupboard” She said “But they’re on the top shelf”

“Ok” Angela said, “I’ll use the steps”

“Oh, they’re a bit rickety” Mrs Patmore said and looked at her watch “I’ll have to help you” 

“Colin can do that” Jane suggested “can’t you dear?”

“Oh yes” Colin agreed well used to being volunteered

“He probably won’t even need the steps,” she boasted.

Jane was proud of the fact her husband was so tall and was always volunteering him for height related jobs, he didn’t mind really.

And even if he hadn’t fancied Angela helping her would still have been preferable to talking with Mrs Patmore.

“Ok, lead on McDuff” Colin said, and Angela trotted off ahead of him back the way she had come.

The bookshop was on the ground floor of the annex, which also housed the meeting rooms, café, offices and storage.

Angela paused at the bottom of the narrow stairs

“After you” he insisted

“Always the gentleman” she said and started up the staircase

Of course, it was nothing to do with being gentlemanly the reason he let Angela go first was so he could ogle her fleshy buttocks as they wiggled inside her familiar cargo pants.

All too soon they reached the top and she turned left down the long corridor that serviced the offices, and the stationary cupboard was at the very end.

 

Once inside the stationary cupboard he looked at the shelving and had to admit that even he couldn’t reach the top shelf without the use of the steps.

“Let me go up the steps” he suggested gallantly after examining the rickety contraption

“No, I’d better go” she said, “If I fall you can catch me”

Colin looked sceptical

“If you fell, you’d squish me” she said and had a fit of the giggles

Colin relented and set up the small set of steps in the optimum location and Angela tentatively started to climb.

He positioned himself so he could plant a foot on the bottom step and then he held the steps steady as she climbed.

When she was halfway up, he stared at her arse again and he thought how if he leaned towards her just a few inches he could have kissed it or nibbled one of her fleshy lobes.

Angela reached the point where she couldn’t go any further as the steps were just too unstable.

She steadied herself by grasping one of the shelves using her right hand then she reached up with her left towards where the box of till rolls sat.

The little 4-foot 11-inch woman stretched up to the maximum height she could attain even by going on tip toe and as she did three things happened almost simultaneously. 

Firstly, her t-shirt rode up followed immediately by her undervest which exposed a tantalising four-inch-wide expanse of flesh which instantly doubled as her cargos slipped down to an inch below the decorative waistband of her pink knickers.

Despite the fact Colin had been ogling Angela’s arse for some time, it wasn’t until the appearance of her underwear with the deep pink decorative bows that he got the first signs of arousal.

He took full advantage of what was before his eyes and stared at the new provocative aspect.

The thought did cross his mind that it wouldn’t have taken much effort at all for him to yank her trousers all the way down to her knees.

But although Colin had a roving eye, he had never acted on it and this time would be no exception.

And the reason was he was already married to Jane and of course he loved her, she was the mother of his children after all, but he wasn’t “in” love with her, but he was married to her. 

So, he took no other action other than to consume her flesh with his eyes.

“Got it,” Angela said triumphantly

“Good” he said disappointed that the show would soon be over

“Be careful,” he added as Angela began a rather ungraceful manoeuvre that saw her sitting on the top step where she opened the box.

“That’s them,” she announced and then handed to box to Colin, who put it down on the shelf beside him as Angela began her descent.

But because she was sitting on the step, she decided to climb down the way she was facing.

“Are you sure that’s sensible?” Colin said

“It’ll be fine” Angela replied as she gingerly descended

Colin was studying the look of intense concentration on her face and the cute way the tip of her tongue was poking out when the heel of her right foot slipped off the edge of the step.

Angela let out a squeal as she lunged forward and fell into his arms and they ended up nose to nose.

“You see I said you would catch me” she said and then planted a kiss on his mouth and the tongue that only seconds earlier had been cutely poking out of the side of her mouth was now frantically exploring every corner of his mouth.

The assault had completely taken him by surprise, and he was then unsure if her slip and subsequent fall was by accident or design.

However, the thought didn’t linger as he decided it was best just to join in.

Angela was now standing on the second step at a height that allowed her arms to encircle his neck.

Colin still had one hand steadying the steps and one on her waist steadying Angela but having committed to the kiss Colin decided to employ the maxim “in for a penny, in for a pound” and moved the hand from her waist beneath her t-shirt and then caressed the naked skin of her back inside her vest from the small of her back to between her shoulder blades.

Angel wasn’t wearing a bra but that didn’t surprise him as she had nothing to support anyway, but he was soon fondling what she had, an action very well received judging by the way she snorted through her nose as they continued to kiss.

It was as his hand descended from her meagre breasts across her belly and began its entry inside her pink panties that she slipped again, and their lips and tongues parted, but he was in no doubt on that occasion that it was an accident because as he withdrew his fingers from the waistband of her knickers she said urgently in her Roedean educated accent 

“No don’t stop”

Angela smiled briefly before reattaching her lips to his and Colin paused long enough to unbutton her trousers to give him ease of egress before his fingers were combing through her flattened pubic curls.

As his digits were poised on the brink, she was so exercised in anticipation of his next move that she was fidgeting and causing the steps to creak and grown as she continued to snort her enjoyment through her nose, that he felt there was a very real chance it might collapse, her agitations had already caused her trousers to slip down to her thighs.

So, he used all his body weight to push the steps against shelving unit, which freed up his other hand to grab a good handful of her ample buttock at the very same moment his fingers parted her moist lips.

 

They left the stationary cupboard after they had satisfied each other in the most basic manner.

Sadly, there was no time for them to consummate the act to their complete satisfaction.

But Colin was hopeful that would follow on a later occasion.

 

The service had already started when he found his seat next to Jane.

“Well did you do it for her?” Jane asked

“Oh yes” he said just as he saw Angela taking her seat

She looked across at him and smiled,

Colin put his finger to his nose and could smell her fresh musk.

Angela stared wide eyed and open mouthed at his action and her face went scarlet and then she looked away.

But when a moment later she turned and looked at him again she smiled broadly and he knew the closet was only the appetiser, and he became aroused as he thought about the main course.