When hubby returned from his early morning golf I thanked
him for organising the breakfast tray. He hoped it arrived on time. I
said that it hadn't inconvenienced me. We bantered for a while about it
before he suggested a car drive and some lunch.
We set off into the Scottish countryside just taking in the scenery. After about an hours drive he pulled into a lay-by.
"Darling do you remember the game we use to play" he said.
I looked at him there where many. "Which one?" I said. "Mission Possible" he said. I smiled. "Have a look in the glove box".
I opened it and inside was an envelope. It Read "Karen Kennedy this is your mission only open if you accept". I was a tingle wondering what is was. Just the thrill of knowing that he'd thought of some naughtiness had my engine going.
I opened it and pulled out the card. "Take off your knickers outside of the car so I can watch you in the rear view mirror". I breathed in deeply and slowly. Then replaced the card in the envelope and replaced that in the glove box. I saw looking forward then turned to him and smiled. I pulled on the door handle and it opened. I pushed the door open and got out.
I walked to the rear of the car then realised my problem. He was either just lucky or deliberate. I had on a skirt but that day I'd chosen tights rather than stockings. Dam.
I walked to the rear of the car enough away from its bot that he could see me in the rear view. I watched him adjust it. No cars had passed in either direction since we arrived so I felt pretty safe about what I was going to do. I was also sure I'd hear a car from far off.
I slipped of my sling backs to stand in my nylons. I reached up under my skirt and fiddled a bit for their waistband. Once found I slowly removed them not wanting to ladder them being the only ones I'd brought with me. I had to hap a bit to get the nylon off my feet. I thought at this point I could hear a engine in the distance. I better be quick. I slipped my hands up under my skirt once more and took hold of my power blue thong and pulled it quickly down to below my skirt hem, then lift my legs one at a time I guided it off.
I was stood there thong in hand as a car roared past us and broke before starting off again up the gentle hill. I was all a quiver and grabbed my shoes and scrambled back for the safety of the car.
We drove on to our intended luncheon pub and had a great meal me sans knickers all the while.
We set off into the Scottish countryside just taking in the scenery. After about an hours drive he pulled into a lay-by.
"Darling do you remember the game we use to play" he said.
I looked at him there where many. "Which one?" I said. "Mission Possible" he said. I smiled. "Have a look in the glove box".
I opened it and inside was an envelope. It Read "Karen Kennedy this is your mission only open if you accept". I was a tingle wondering what is was. Just the thrill of knowing that he'd thought of some naughtiness had my engine going.
I opened it and pulled out the card. "Take off your knickers outside of the car so I can watch you in the rear view mirror". I breathed in deeply and slowly. Then replaced the card in the envelope and replaced that in the glove box. I saw looking forward then turned to him and smiled. I pulled on the door handle and it opened. I pushed the door open and got out.
I walked to the rear of the car then realised my problem. He was either just lucky or deliberate. I had on a skirt but that day I'd chosen tights rather than stockings. Dam.
I walked to the rear of the car enough away from its bot that he could see me in the rear view. I watched him adjust it. No cars had passed in either direction since we arrived so I felt pretty safe about what I was going to do. I was also sure I'd hear a car from far off.
I slipped of my sling backs to stand in my nylons. I reached up under my skirt and fiddled a bit for their waistband. Once found I slowly removed them not wanting to ladder them being the only ones I'd brought with me. I had to hap a bit to get the nylon off my feet. I thought at this point I could hear a engine in the distance. I better be quick. I slipped my hands up under my skirt once more and took hold of my power blue thong and pulled it quickly down to below my skirt hem, then lift my legs one at a time I guided it off.
I was stood there thong in hand as a car roared past us and broke before starting off again up the gentle hill. I was all a quiver and grabbed my shoes and scrambled back for the safety of the car.
We drove on to our intended luncheon pub and had a great meal me sans knickers all the while.
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