Colin Capel had known Angela Purcell 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.
Angela stood a towering 4
feet 11 in her stocking feet and when he saw her face with those large saucer
sized 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 Angela’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 Colin lived with his elder sister
Jane and she would have disapproved because of the age gap and although Angela
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.
Angela 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, Colin 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 Colin also admired her for her phenomenal work ethic, Angela 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.
Colin thought that with all
the hours she worked it was perhaps little wonder she didn’t have time for a
relationship.
However, then came the
stationary cupboard incident which occurred on one of his rare Sunday Service
appearances, for although Colin 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 Angela.
Colin 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 Angela.
So, the Sunday morning of
the stationary cupboard incident was an ordinary Sunday in every respect other
than the fact Colin 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 Colin had
decided he had heard enough from Mrs Patmore and would excuse himself and find
a seat, Angela appeared.
“Hello stranger” she said
and reached up and gave Colin a kiss and a hug.
“Hi, my little angel” he
said and reciprocated her embrace
“Is the shop closed Angela?”
Mrs Patmore said sharply
“Yes” Angela replied “but I
need till rolls”
“They’re in the stationary
cupboard” She said “But they’re on the top shelf”
“Ok” Angela 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”
“Colin can do that” Jane
suggested “can’t you dear?”
“Oh yes” Colin 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, which he didn’t mind really, and even if he hadn’t fancied Angela,
helping her would still have been preferable to talking with Mrs Patmore.
“Ok, lead on McDuff” Colin
said, and Angela 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.
Angela 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 Angela 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.
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”
Colin looked sceptical
“If you fell, you’d squish
me” she said and had a fit of the giggles.
Colin relented and set up
the small set of steps in the optimum location and Angela 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
Angela 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.
Angela quickly pulled her
trousers back up and holding the waistband with one hand she reached up to the
box with the other.
“Got it,” Angela said
triumphantly
“Good” he said
“Be careful” he added as
Angela 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 the box to Colin, who put it down on the shelf
beside him as Angela 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?” Colin said
“It’ll be fine” Angela
replied as she gingerly descended
Colin 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.
Angela 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.
Angela was now standing on the
second step at a height that allowed her arms to encircle his neck.
Colin still had one hand
steadying the steps and one on her waist steadying Angela, 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”
And Angela 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 Angela taking her seat
She looked across at him and
smiled.
Colin winked at Angela 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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