January
The morning
after their Ice Hockey outing, Jade Kimberley was showering, and Craig Russell was
dressing himself from the discarded items of clothing off the floor in her room
and he spotted her underwear underneath a chair; he had only briefly glimpsed
them the night before as he hurriedly removed them from her lower portions.
They were a
warm shade of deep pink with contrasting bows of pale pink ribbon and looking
at them aroused him.
He didn’t know
why he was aroused, as they had only made love half an hour earlier.
Craig could
hear her in the bathroom as his gaze was fixed on her knickers, which were of a
hue that was in such stark contrast to her drab outer garments, she really was
pretty in pink.
When she came
out of the bathroom wrapped in white towels, he said.
“Show me what
you’ll be wearing today.”
“Ok” she said
as a look of confusion spread across her face, and she walked over to her
wardrobe and took out two items.
“I’m going to wear my beige top and a russet-coloured
skirt,” Jade said.
“That’s not
what I meant,” he said.
“I don’t
understand,” she said looking even more confused.
“Show me what
you will be wearing, underneath,” he explained.
“Oh” she said
and was no longer confused.
“Now do you
understand?” he asked.
“Yes” she said.
“So?” he pressed.
“I’m not saying”
Jade said adamantly.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Its private,
personal” she said coyly.
“We made love
twice last night and again this morning” he said, “it doesn’t get more personal
than that.”
“I know” she
responded and blushed “but that was different.”
“Was it?”
“Yes” she said
in a tone that seemed to draw a line on the conversation but then she asked.
“Why do you
want to know?”
“Well, when I
see you walk into breakfast with your overbearing mother, “Bella Donna” and her
chinless aristocratic husband, I want to be the only one in the room, other
than you, to know what you are wearing against your precious skin beneath your
russet skirt”
he explained.
“But more
importantly I want to know, so I can picture them with perfect clarity as I
look forward to taking them off you later.”
“Are you going
to take them off me later?” she asked quietly.
“I would very
much like to” he confessed.
Without
hesitation Jade walked over to her chest of drawers and pulled the top one open
“Then I will be
wearing these,” she said holding up a pair of scarlet silk panties and a
matching bra.
At breakfast he
was in the dining room before Jade arrived and positioned himself at a table
where he could observe her and be observed by her.
As previously
the group proceeded to their table in convoy led by the imposing Mrs.
Kimberley-Price, “Bella Donna” following closely behind her was her sycophantic
husband Maxwell Price and bringing up the rear came Jade but not stooped over
and staring at her shoes as she had the day before.
She walked in,
straight backed and smiling broadly.
Jade was trying
desperately not to make eye contact with him but couldn’t resist and she
blushed redder than the scarlet silk panties she was wearing.
Her mother
noticed the smiles that passed between them and gave him a disapproving look.
That afternoon
when he did indeed remove Jade’s scarlet knickers it would have driven Bella to
distraction.
She would
definitely have disapproved if she’d seen him undressing her daughter in his
room that afternoon and again that night in Jade’s where he liberated her from
a pair of pink silk and lace panties, after they had dined in Quarry Hill at
Angus and Sally’s.
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