We Move On From The Kitchen

It lasted even less time than even I thought. The car pulled up outside our house as a colleague dropped him off. I opened the door and walked down the drive as Bob pulled his bag out of the boot of the car. I reached him and we kissed, I pulled his bag on wheels up the slight slope of our driveway as he pulled my shirt virtually right off before we had got halfway to the door. The ripping sound excited me. "Are you going to strip me naked before we get inside?"

"Would you let me?"

"I wouldn't be able to stop you!"

"That's not what I meant and you know it!"

"If you want to do it, go ahead."

"Maybe we should get inside first." He agreed.

He kicked the door shut with his heel as he finished off the shirt by renting it nearly in two. "I was going to wear that to the market tomorrow." I kidded him.

"You could still do that, but I don't think you be going anywhere much until Sunday. We have a lot of catching up to do." He told me.

I extricated myself from his arms and told him. "You go and get out of that suit, I'll serve dinner. You have no more than five minutes!"

Bob reappeared, having changed from his business suit into a tee shirt and a pair of sweat pants. I was glad to see this because of the plans I had. I served up the pasta and we talked whilst we had the meal. Bob said "I've been thinking about what we did to your mother......."

"Hang on a minute!" I interrupted. "What WE did? It was you!"

"You filled the bath!" He accused. I had to acknowledge that. "Do you think it was a one-off?"

"I don't know, do you think it should remain a one off?" I turned the question back on to him.

"Do you think she would want to be involved again?" He asked. "Because I have never heard her laugh like that."

"I was thinking the same thing at the time." I told him.

"There are two ways to find out," He suggested. "We can ask her, or we can just do something."

"I vote for the just do something!" I giggled.

"My thoughts exactly." He concurred. "Invite her for tea on Sunday."

"What have you got in mind?" I asked, turning my head as I went into the kitchen to get the pan of sauce.

"Nothing really, we'll just see what happens." He mused.

"Well let's see if this gives you any ideas." I said as I tipped the remainder of the pasta and sauce over his groin.

"You little minx!" he exclaimed, he grabbed me and sat me in the mess on his lap. I could feel it soaking into the back of my skirt. I made the mistake of leaving the pan on the table. He picked it up and put it over my head winding it round and round thus ensuring that if the inside of the pan was clean, my hair certainly wasn't.

Luckily our dining area has laminate flooring so it can withstand a bit of mess being spilt on it. He took his plate, which still had some food on it and rubbed it all over my chest. I was still wearing, if that is the right term, the tattered vest that I met him wearing in the drive. I liked the idea of wearing something for him out of which I stood a good chance of falling. It certainly gave him good access to anything he might want to reach.

He reached into the torn vest and smeared my tits with the sauce that he had retrieved. Then he had a better idea. He eased me up from his lap slightly, grabbed a handful of the sauce that still lay there and pushed it up my skirt. "You know you're going to have to lick that off don't you?" I asked him.

He said no more but stood up, pulled me by the hand out into the garden pushed me over on the grass (lawn is too good a name for it) and turned the garden hose on me. No matter where I rolled, he followed me with that damn hose! If I tried to get up, he tripped me or got hold of a foot to prevent me running away.

I was of course completely drenched, and it was about now that I realised that it was still light, and I guessed that we might be being watched by the thirteen-year-old from next door whose bedroom window over looked our garden. "Bob! Craig might be watching!" I gasped, as I feared, well not feared exactly, that Bob was about to pounce on me and give me a good fucking.

"Don't care!" Bob said defiantly and pulled my shirt right off. He tried to do the same with my skirt, he managed it, but I was quick enough to be able to escape to a point in the garden where we were not overlooked. This happened to be right away from the house where there are some big Rhododendron bushes. Bob caught me up and lay me on the soil behind the bushes. It stuck to my wet body, I could only lay there as he held me down whilst he divested himself of his sweatpants. Then naked from the waist down, he descended on to me.

As we shagged, I felt him rubbing my wet hair into the soil behind my head. But I didn't care, he was home and we were having sex, albeit not in bed, no doubt that would come later. He was too near to his own to give me a good orgasm, I could tell that he needed to ejaculate and do it quickly. "Over me!" I gasped, but I was too late, he filled me good and proper. I suppose he'd had all week to save it up. I could feel the excess semen running out of me.

He sat upright, and pulled to sit in his crossed legs, my back to him. He began to work on my labia with his fingers, which were covered in dirt, I continued to leak over them until he presented his cum covered fingers to my mouth. I didn't like the soil on them so spat them away. He simply rubbed his dirty, cummy fingers all over my face. When he had had enough of that, he went back to frigging me off. This he achieved with some success I might add. I do love him. If he ever cums first, he will always make sure I cum too before he stops.

He eventually lay back, with me on my back, on top of him. We lay there for some time, he gently massaging my breasts with one hand and my clit with the other. Even though there was no vigorous movement, I managed to cum again twice simply through letting him, gently bring me off.

"Bob."

"Mmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Enough to let me up to have a piss?"

"Just do it." He said gently.

"It'll go all over you."

"I know that." He said, "Besides, if you don't hurry up I'll go first!"

I let my bladder release and felt the piss running down my crack, over my perineum and over his belly. I felt his hand move to get under my thigh, so I raised it to give him access. The next thing He was pissing straight up in the air and it was raining down on both of us. The first initial flow hit my chest, then he adjusted his aim until it was hitting both our faces. It was so bizarre that I laughed and got a mouthful for my trouble. His free hand found me still flowing, so he gave my urethra a vigorous rubbing, splashing my piss over my belly and his legs.

Soon after that the cool evening air got to us and we decided to make for the house. I had a quick check to see if Craig's light was on, it was not as we walked down the sloping grass towards the house. "At least Craig isn't in his room." I murmured.

"How do you know?" Bob asked. "He might be filming us with his camcorder on night vision setting."

"Has he got one?" I asked suddenly.

"I've no idea but if he did see us, I'll bet he gets one pretty soon!"

We both laughed at that and upon reaching the decking outside the back door, despite the cold we hosed each other off with the garden hose.

Back in the house, we headed for the shower to get properly clean and warm. As we were drying off, I said with a laugh, "Well I hope you have no plans to THAT to my mother!"

Bob looked at me with a straight face. "Why ever not?" As you said yourself she's an attractive woman who is clearly up for a laugh and good shagging might cheer her up!"

I slapped him and we both laughed.

The next morning, he suggested he join me for my planned trip into town to have a look around the market. "I don't mind, if that's what you want to do." I told him.

"I have an ulterior motive, not to say an agenda." He confessed.

"What's that?" I asked and he winked. "All right what do I have to wear?"

He looked disappointed. "You guessed."

"I know how you're mind works!" I told him. "C'mon give!"

"Well you know that ankle length wrap-over skirt you have."

"That old thing?" I exclaimed, "You want me to wear that? Well that won't be too much of a problem but it is a bit ragged round the hem."

"And a torn tee shirt."

I was suddenly apprehensive. "How torn?"

"Just a bit round the hem and perhaps a bit up the side."

I laughed. "You are a bugger, but yes, I'll dress in rags for you if that's what you want."

"Then I have some news."

"News?"

"Yeah. I'm getting promoted at work. I am soon to no longer be an ordinary Technical Salesman, I'm to become a Project Manager."

"Hey Babe! That's great! Congratulatons!"

He looked a bit glum. "There is a downside. I have to go away more often, but sometimes you will be able to come with me."

"If I can get time off work." I reminded him.

"In the autumn there is a big exhibition in Malmo in Sweden and I have to go to that to man the stand, You can come if you want, you'll have to help serve drinks and nibbles and keep clients talking, if all the sales guys are busy."

"Sweden! Wow!" I was excited, "Hang on a minute, Isn't Sweden full of tall willowy blondes? How will they view me?"

"From above!" He laughed so I hit him.

"Anyway joking aside, would you like to do it? We'll have to get you a business suit and it will be hard work, on your feet all day."

I'd love to." I told him, "Especially as I'll be with you."

"Not just me. There will be other salesmen from different parts of Europe, but as we are basically a UK company, I will be in charge. Sadly I have to say that there will no time for sightseeing until after the show, when we might be able to stay on for the weekend, in say, Copenhagen."

We spent the night in bed just cuddling, and hugging each other intermingles with a bit of gentle lovemaking. It was lovely.

The next morning I announced that I hadn't got a torn tee shirt to wear. Bob soon made sure that I had. He took another one of my vests (wife beater) and made some modifications to it. He snipped through the seam under the left arm and ripped it down about an inch. He also unpicked the seam on the top of the shoulder strap on the same side, leaving it only half attached. He cut off the bottom of the shirt all the way round so that it was a level with my waist. This would leave a gap between the bottom of my shirt and the top of the skirt. A bare midriff if you like. A couple of tips up each side completed the job unless you count a bit of fraying around the hem.

I was going to wear tiny lace panties, my shirt, skirt and flip-flops (I think they are called thongs in the States. In the UK, thongs are something QUITE different). I actually felt quite comfortable as I got ready, I perused myself in the mirror and I thought, "You don't look bad kid." Certainly not as exposed as I thought I might look.

Then just before we left the house, Bob had a surprise for me. I suppose I should have seen it coming, but I blithely thought we were all ready to go, he in his loose leg shorts, sleeveless tee shirt and trainers. "Take off your panties." He told me.

"Why?"

"I want you to feel exposed if the wind gets under your wrap-over skirt."

"You know it will, the breeze will always catch it!" I replied, the protested, "People will see my quim!"

"When was the last time someone saw your panties without you intending them to see them?" He asked with some justification.

"I can't remember it ever happening." I admitted.

"Then hand them over, or I might take them off you in the town."

I laughed "I might enjoy that better! But on second thoughts I'll do a deal with you. I'll take mine off if you take yours off." I thought he might baulk at that, but he agreed instantly. I slipped my panties off dangling them on my foot. "Well? Where are yours?"

"I'm not wearing any in the first place." He grinned.

I slid my hand up one leg of his short and found out he was telling the truth. "You are a brave lad." I told him. I kicked my panties in the air, he caught them, sniffed them and then looped them through his belt. "Bob, you can't do that! Everyone will know that I've not got any on if you carry them like a trophy."

"Exactly!" He said with a chuckle. To make things worse, he said we weren't to take the car but to catch the bus instead.

As we sat on the bus, he sat by the window, leaving me in the aisle seat. The vibration of the bus caused my skirt to unwrap a little and reveal my thighs. Bob helped this along by surreptitious used of his little finger to drag the fabric further off my legs. I grinned at his cheek, but was secretly worried that I might be totally exposed before we even got to town.

I survived the journey without getting thrown off the bus, but there was an old fellow who was sitting across the aisle from me, who couldn't keep his eyes off my thighs. I had nudged Bob and nodded in the old boy's direction, Bob looked and simply nodded and grinned.

"You realise that old man was staring ay my legs." I said as we cleared the bus.

"Yeah, I knew, perhaps he enjoyed the trip." Bob said.

"I'm sure he did. I'm not sure that I did though." I protested.

"Are you sure that you weren't just a little excited at the danger of being exposed?" He demanded.

"Well," I grinned, "There was that aspect to it I suppose."

"Are you wet yet?" He asked.

"Not yet, give me time!" I laughed and tweaked his knob through his shorts. "Are you hard yet?"

"I soon will be if you carry on like that."

We wandered through the market, picking up and looking at (mostly) clothes for me. I am such a small size that I can often get into girls sized skirts and tops. Bob bought some tiny skirts for me and a few tops. Nothing I could see was anything like as well made as my mother's dresses. I tried on a Basque (over my shirt) but it didn't look or feel right. In just over an hour and a half, I had two plastic bags of clothes, plus one or two household items.

We moved into the shopping centre, and wandered around for a while before sitting and having a coffee. Bob decided that he had to go and check on a stand in the market that sold tools and stuff as he needed some more solder wire. "You make your way to the entrance, and I'll meet you there in ten minutes." He said and then cleared off leaving me with all the shopping. Men!

The quickest way for me to get to the entrance was down a big wide flight of stairs, with shops down each side, a matter of two minutes walk, so I ambled round the shops on the level I was already on before making my way to meet Bob. As I started down the stairs, I realised that this entrance was notorious for the enormous updraft, when the doors opened and the bottom. As I struggled down the stairs, not easy with no hands to hold on to the banister, the doors opened and the updraft arrived and suddenly my skirt blew right up and over my shoulder. I had to stop, put down the bags pull my skirt back into place before setting off again. I was ready for it the next time, I managed to partially hold down the skirt with one of the bags, but it still billowed. Then I saw Bob at the bottom of the stairs, stepping in and out of the range of the automatic door opener and furthermore he had a camera in his hand!

When I realised what he was up to, I looked around and seemed to be almost on my own. There was no-one below me coming up the stairs and just at that moment there was only Bob at the doors. I thought "Bugger this I'll give him a real show this time!" deliberately let my skirt fly up to it's maximum extent when Bob opened the doors below. The one side of my skirt billowed out, whilst the other again went over my shoulder. I carried on down the stairs making no attempt to cover up for a few seconds. I left it a bit too long, for a gang of lads came round the corner and had full benefit of the spectacle. Of course being lads they couldn't just watch, they had to whoop and holler didn't they?

I was a bit nervous, but when they saw I was with Bob and they took in the size of him they quietened down rather quickly.

"You!" I accused. "You set that up didn't you?"

"Hang on a minute, you were the one flashing her pussy about! I was simply taking photographs."

"let me see them!" I begged him, but he refused.

"This one of those single use cameras, so I have to get them processed and I have another twenty frames to use up first. I want some more of you dressed like you are right now. He told me.

"Can we at least get rid of the shopping first?" I asked.

"Good idea." Bob replied. "Do you know anyone who works in the town who might look after it for us? The only person I knew was a friend who worked part time in a charity shop in the town.

"We could see if Barbara is at work in the Oxfam shop. She might look after it for us for a couple of hours." I suggested. Luckily, Barbara was at work in the shop and she was happy to take care of the shopping until closing time some five hours hence.

We both thanked her profusely and instructed her not to sell it. She laughed and said " I expect you to buy something here when you come back!" We said we would and went back into the crowded streets.

"How do you want me?" I asked Bob when we got back to the centre square.

"Publicly" He said. "Go and sit on that bench over there. Just pose naturally as if you're waiting for someone. Then start fidgeting and letting a little bit of leg show. Not too much, I don't want you to attract too much attention."

I did exactly as he said, trying to look like I was waiting for someone. Sometime later I was waiting for someone. Him! He faffed around, taking I don't know how many pictures, then he disappeared completely for about five minutes. When he came back, I waved him over. "Where have you been?" I demanded.

"I had to go and get another camera, I used all the frames up in that one." He explained. "Just show a bit more leg for a couple of shots then we'll move on." I sat still until he had moved away, then I twisted round to see the time by the big clock behind me. As I did so, rather more thigh than I was expecting came into view as the skirt parted and slipped almost completely off my leg. I looked across to Bob and he Laughed, gave me the thumbs up and waved me towards him. I minced over to him swinging my hips in what I hoped was a provocative manner.

"OK my lord, what have you got planned now?" I simpered to him.

"The gardens." He said.

There was a small town centre garden near the town centre, which almost always quiet now the council had moved the children's swings across to another park. The gardens were now a refuge for courting couples and old people.

There were lots of circular flowerbeds, and trees dotted about. We chose a nice shady spot and Bob sat with his legs spread, his back against a tree and I sat between his legs, leaning my shoulder against his chest, my legs over one of his. "Diana, have you enjoyed it today?" he asked.

"Yes, I have," I told him, "More than I thought I would. It was just pleasant wandering round with you, even though I was close to being naked. The episode in the shopping mall, now I just think was funny. I was a bit scared at first and annoyed that you'd set me up, but now I'm glad you did. In retrospect I am proud that I had the bottle to do what I did on the last few steps. I almost did it to spite you, but actually it was quite exciting."

"Do you think you are ready to go clubbing in one of your Mum's voile dresses yet?" He asked.

I looked up at his face and said "Yes, I think I am. But you'll not get me doing that with no pants on!"

"I wouldn't ask you to do that." He told me, fiddling with my shirt, "At least not at first!"

"Would you want me to start out like that or just end up that way? I asked him, really not knowing what he was going to say, but then I challenged him. "What are you doing to my shirt?"