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.
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.
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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