Paramedic Lee
Houseman and accountant Adrian Robinson were near neighbours in Saxvirdan,
in the same street in fact, just at opposite ends of it and ever since they
first met on the day when a mutual friend introduced them to each other at a
dinner party.
The friend was her fellow
paramedic Frazer Richmond who was also a part time firefighter with Adrian.
During the course of the
evening in between the course’s they talked about their interests, and they
found common ground, and following that night there had been a definite “will
they” or “wont they” vibe emanating from them, and there was a tangible sexual
tension evident.
All though in truth Lee
wouldn’t have been in any doubt but for her shyness and inexperience with the
opposite sex, Adrian on the other hand had multiple options he just hadn’t
committed.
Apart from their living in
the same street, in the same village, they also had a keen interest in
militaria and belonged to a club that exhibited military vehicles and uniforms
at events all over Downshire and beyond, but the only time they exhibited on the
island was at the Bellevue Cottage Hospital summer Fête.
Saxvirdan, is a small hamlet
north of St Pierre, made up of former labourer’s cottages close to the remains
of the old Roman fort site, so all of the house’s contain to some extent,
materials acquired from the old Roman Buildings, and it was around ten o’clock
on Saturday morning when Adrian knocked on the door of Lee’s cottage, dressed
in a 1940’s Downshire Light Infantry Warrant Officers Uniform, and it wasn’t
the first time he’d worn that particular Uniform, although he owned others.
When the door opened Lee was
dressed in something he had never seen before, a WRAF Sergeants No 1 Dress
Uniform.
“Wow where did you get that?”
he asked “You look amazing”
“It was my grandma’s Mum
found it when she cleared her cottage after she died” Lee said “Come inside,
we’ve got time for tea”
“That’s a fabulous fit” he
said as they entered her parlour.
“That’s all thanks to Lily
Nunthorpe in St Pierre”
Lily owned a vintage clothes
shop, “Then for Now” and specialised in repairing and rejuvenating old
garments.
“She also managed to source
the bits I was missing”
“Well it looks good on you”
he said as she perched on the sofa
“Everything is 100% genuine”
Lee said
“Everything?” he asked with
raised eyebrows
“Everything” she replied and
blushed
“Do you mind if I check for
myself?” Adrian asked
“Ok” she replied and blushed
deeper
He knelt on the floor and put
his hand on her knee and said
“It feels authentic”
“Good” she replied, and her
voice cracked
“But are they stockings? Or
are they tights?”
“You’d better find out” she
said falteringly
So his hand proceeded from
her trembling knee along her taught thigh, pushing her skirt and under slip
along with it.
Nothing was said as his hand
travelled ever upward until his fingertips reached her suspender fastener and
then as they reached her naked flesh she gasped, and his eyes never left her
face.
But as his hand progress
inside the antique silk his lips began kissing her thigh and she gasped again.
After he had feasted on her
delights and made love to her on the sofa it was time for them to be going.
“I need to freshen up” she
panted and kissed him, and he watched leave as he redressed himself.
When she returned, she looked
as immaculate as she did when he first arrived, but as she tried to negotiate
the hallway she stumbled.
“Are you ok?” he asked
“Yes, it’s just my legs are a
bit wobbly” she giggled
“You’d better take my arm
then” he suggested
“But if people see us arm in
arm, they’ll think we are an item” She pointed out
“I don't mind that” Adrian
retorted
“But are we?”
“Are we what?”
“An item” she said
“Well after you lured me
inside with the promise of a cup of tea and then seduce me, I would jolly well
hope we are an item” he said.
“Really?” she said and then
added
“Hang on a minute though, you
seduced me, and I never got to drink my tea”
“Would you rather have had
the tea?” he asked
“No fear” she replied and
squeezed his arm
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