I’m hoping some of you might enjoy me recalling how I first got into all this Fab style stuff so, as I’ve got a bit of free time these days, thought I’d take a trip down memory lane. Let me know if its to your liking and I’ll post Part 2. If it’s not that is absolutely fine too!
Ok. A fair few years ago now I’d got divorced and I’d ended up with the house which was, as the kids were grown up, a bit too big for just me really. So it got converted so I had the top flat leaving the first floor available to rent out to tenants, which also helped line the old pension pot. Of course I needed some new neighbours and being new to this landlord malarkey I eventually rented my lower flat out to a couple named Andrew and Lynne. They were much younger than me being in their mid-twenties but I was attracted to them being my tenants as they were, dare I say, a bit ‘boring’. They were very prim and proper and more interested in singing in their local church choir than, say, throwing all night parties. Andrew (never Andy, just Andrew) was your typical bespectacled newly qualified maths teacher with floppy hair and his collar always buttoned up. Lynne the typical ‘girl next door’ with a taste in what I can only describe as a bit frumpy clothing covering her curvy (dumpy sounds way too rude) pear shaped figure, 20 years (at least) out of date haircut and owl like glasses. In short they were pleasant, polite, quiet yet friendly and always paid the rent on time. Perfect tenants.
So life went on and as the weeks passed I occasionally chatted with my tenants whenever I saw them but in the main we kept ourselves to ourselves. I was also too immersed in my work at the time so I didn’t bother trying dating again or anything like that. To be honest I just couldn’t muster the enthusiasm for it. Being single I could however indulge my summer time love of watching cricket and one blisteringly hot Saturday I’d watched the local team win a tight encounter and, as the rays shone, the beer flowed in the clubhouse bar. I wasn’t pissed or anything. Just merry from a pint or three and as I made my way home I bumped into Andrew and Lynne as they exited our local shop where they’d gone to buy some wine and food for later. As it was so hot Lynne had got a bright yellow little summer dress on which really made her stand out. Quite a departure from the jeans and cardigans she normally wore. They too had been out but in the park with friends and they’d ended up having ‘way more than normal’ amount of cider in the nearby pub’s beer garden. As we reached home I was about to bid them goodnight but I felt I ought to be sociable so asked them if they wanted to pop up for a quick drink? Even just tea or coffee if they preferred? They both instantly accepted.
Once in my flat as we settled down I introduced my other pastime, other than cricket, that I’d been indulging in namely wine making. They both eagerly accepted to try some glasses of my various home made bottles and, as the wine and conversation flowed, so did the time until we ended up deciding to get some Chinese takeaway in and sort of on the spot make an evening of it. It was still pleasantly warm in the early evening dusk as we languished on my balcony but as night fell we retired indoors with topped up wine glasses in hand as the couple perched on my sofa and myself in the armchair.
Somehow the conversation ended up on clothes and in particular the awful gym and games kit you had to wear for PE at school causing much laughter. Especially as often, despite packing your bag and locker carefully, you always still managed to lose your undies causing us all to laugh out loud.
“Lynne’s even lost hers now!” Andrew suddenly blurted as he pulled Lynne’s yellow dress up her thighs. She shrieked and blushed bright red as she knocked his hands away and held her dress tight to her so it could not ride too high in a desperate attempt to protect her modesty. “Shush he’s not interested in that” she smirked.
“Oh he is!” Andrew grinned as Lynne shrieked as he pulled her dress up again. This time it went higher and although I didn’t really see anything as it were I saw enough to glean that Lynne wasn’t wearing any underwear. I mean fair enough to her, it had been sweltering earlier.
“Stop it idiot! You’ll get us evicted!” Lynne hissed as she giggled and squirmed at yet another attempt to pull her dress high.
“Oh don’t worry, having no knickers on certainly won’t get you evicted from here” I quipped almost on auto-pilot meaning it just light-heartedly.
“Oh my I’m so embarrassed!” Lynne blushed further as she nervously adjusted her attire and glasses. She looked at me and coolly asked “How did you know I’m not wearing anything?”
“Well… I… erm… just assumed from Andrew’s actions. Hey its no big deal. Sorry to embarrass you” as it was me feeling a touch uncomfortable now.
“Well I might be or I might not,” she said flatly and fixed me with an unusually stern steely gaze. Something hit me like a bolt in that instance. Beneath the exterior of the meek placid girl next door demeanour there was some cheeky sexiness just oozing to be set free.
“If you really want to know then you’ll have to come and find out for yourself.”
The mood in the room changed instantly. There was now a thick atmosphere of anticipation that replaced the mirth and merriment a few mere seconds earlier.
“Oh just show us!” Andrew broke the silence as he half-heartedly tried to slip her dress up her thigh yet again only for him to yelp as his had received a sharp well directed slap.
“Its up to you…” she stared intensely straight at me. I felt both uncomfortable yet highly aroused by this unexpected but it has to be said highly sexy stand-off.
Maybe it was the wine. Or the beers watching cricket in the heat. Or both. But I suddenly was on auto-pilot. And it just happened. Now I’ve never really been shy around girls and always done pretty well as it were but I’d never had someone else’s girlfriend give me the come on in front of them before. But I admit I loved it. It gave me instant goosebumps, a churning knot or anticipation in my stomach and a raging hard-on straining against my shorts. |
