(Part 01)
Anthony Flood had known Fiona Fortson for a little over six months, she was in his sister Jane’s bible study group, which was held at his house every two or three weeks.
At the time of their first meeting she was 34 and he was 12 years her senior.
Fiona 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, a love at first sight kind of thing, and that was before he’d even heard her speak in her posh Carrington Chase educated voice.
Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around.
He’d always been turned on by well-spoken women 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 Fiona’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 an altogether different proposition and each buttock was beautifully defined inside her khaki cargo pants.
Despite being attracted to her though, nothing ever came of it, because Anthony lived with his elder sister Jane and she would have disapproved because of the age gap and although Fiona felt the same about him she was a good Christian girl and wouldn’t make an advance to him.
But whether it was a bible study group, or a social or just the after service mingle at the church they always gravitated to each other.
Fiona was an unmarried girl, who had remained single up to the age of 34 and according to those who knew her she had never even dated anyone in the years she had been going to St Dunstan’s, Anthony couldn’t understand why, he thought she was lovely.
They would see each other on a semi regular basis, at the various activities in the church calendar and when they did there would always be a hug and a kiss.
Apart from the physical attraction Anthony also admired her for her work ethic, Fiona was an incredibly 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 Dunstan’s church, which was situated on the edge of the town centre.
Anthony thought that with all the hours she worked it was perhaps little wonder she didn’t have time for a relationship.
But then came the stationary cupboard incident which occurred on one of his rare Sunday Service appearances, for although Anthony was a Christian he was not one of its finest examples, when it came to the Sunday worship particularly because he worked at Hanratty’s Department Store in the Abbottsford’s Phoenix shopping Centre.
(Part 02)
The stationary cupboard incident occurred on one of his rare Sunday Service appearances, for although Anthony was a Christian he was not one of its finest examples, when it came to the Sunday worship particularly because he worked at Hanratty’s Department Store in the Abbottsford’s Phoenix shopping Centre.
He had no problem reconciling his work with the God side of things and his Son’s sacrifice on the cross.
He did get some comments from his fellow congregants, and he struggled with that side of the church and its hypocrisy.
It wasn’t as if he had become a hatches, matches and dispatches kind of Christian who only turned out for the bigger events in the church calendar.
His sister Jane on the other hand was the real deal, she was always in church as was the lovely Fiona.
Anthony did not feel particularly godly 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, and he had to chastise himself for his unchristian thoughts.
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, which was partly why he felt unworthy of Fiona.
So the Sunday morning of the stationary cupboard incident was an ordinary Sunday in every respect other than the fact Anthony had accompanied his sister 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 Anthony had decided he had heard enough from Mrs Patmore and would excuse himself and find a seat, Fiona appeared.
“Hello stranger” she said and reached up and gave Anthony a kiss and a hug.
“Hi my little angel” he said and reciprocated her embrace
“Is the shop closed Fiona?” Mrs Patmore said sharply
“Yes” Fiona replied “but I need till rolls”
“They’re in the stationary cupboard” She said “But they’re on the top shelf”
“Ok” Fiona 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”
“Anthony can do that” Jane suggested “can’t you dear?”
“Oh yes” Anthony agreed well used to being volunteered
“He probably won’t even need the steps,” she boasted.
Jane was proud of the fact her brother was so tall and was always volunteering him for height related jobs, he didn’t mind really.
And even if he hadn’t fancied Fiona, helping her would still have been preferable to talking with Mrs Patmore.
“Ok, lead on McDuff” Anthony said and Fiona 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.
Fiona 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 Fiona go first was so he could ogle her fleshy buttocks as they wiggled inside her familiar cargo pants.
All too soon however 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.
(Part 03)
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”
Anthony looked sceptical
“If you fell you’d squish me” she said and had a fit of the giggles
Anthony relented and set up the small set of steps in the optimum location and Fiona 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 bum again until
Fiona 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.
Fiona quickly pulled her trousers back up and holding the waistband with one hand she reached up to the box with the other.
“Got it,” Fiona said triumphantly
“Good” he said
“Be careful” he added as Fiona began a rather ungraceful manoeuvre that saw her sitting on the top step where she opened the box.
“That’s them” she announced triumphantly and then handed to box to Anthony, who put it down on the shelf beside him as Fiona 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?” Anthony said
“It’ll be fine” Fiona replied as she gingerly descended
Anthony 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.
Fiona 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.
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.
Fiona was now standing on the second step at a height that allowed her arms to encircle his neck.
Anthony still had one hand steadying the steps and one on her waist steadying Fiona, but having committed to the kiss she slipped again and their lips and tongues parted, but he was in no doubt on that occasion that it was an accident because in an instant she said urgently in her Carrington Chase educated voice.
“No don’t stop”
Then Fiona smiled briefly at him before reattaching her lips to his
Before they left the stationary cupboard after a very long and satisfying embrace she said
“Is it sinful to snog in the church?”
“Were not in the church” he pointed out “This is the admin building”
“Good” she said “Can we do it again then”
The service had already started when he found his seat next to his sister Jane.
“Well did you do it for her?” Jane asked
“Oh yes” he said just as he saw Fiona taking her seat
She looked across at him and smiled.
Anthony winked at Fiona 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 stationary cupboard kiss was a proper beginning.
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