"Hello dave," I said cheerfully, as I came out of the kitchen door. The wind on the corner where my house is, can be quite fierce, and it caught the lingerie I was holding. I let the slips fly out of my hand and they flapped across the garden to the trees.
"Hold on to these for me will you?" I exclaimed, passing the 12 pairs of French knickers,while I ran to retrieve the slips. I made two runs, handing him a couple of slips at a time, while catching the rest. His face was a picture when I returned with the rest of the silky underwear.
"Gosh" he said, "You're a lucky fella! Your wife has got some lovely underwear. I bet you have no complaints". He added. He made no effort to hand the knickers back as I said, " Well, hasn't your wife got nice undies?"
"Ha!" His face changed, " She's got stuff I bought her years ago, but it never comes out from the very back of her underwear drawers!"
"Why not come round some time, and have a look at it all, in comfort" I said to him, noticing how his pants had tented while he had hold of the silky French knickers. Eventually, he gave them back to me, and watched, avidly, as I pegged each item out. He was free the next day, and we arranged for him to call round about 10.00.
Something told me to get myself ready for him the next morning, so I was showered, shaved, smooth and dressed in my red short slip, matching French knickers, sheer barely black seamed stockings, suspenders and heels. My long dressing gown covered most of my undies, except for my lower legs. At 10.00 precisely, the door ball rang, and I opened it with a smile. TBC |
