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Is That You, Sarah? Ch. 02

By: SlipLuvver



Kevin had just spent the most unbelievable evening in the company of two gorgeous and very obliging young ladies by the names of Sharon and Paula. This had occurred following him making a phone call to a local public telephone kiosk pretending to be looking for a lady called Sarah, whom he had supposedly met on a train from London some weeks earlier. The idea had come to him after a colleague at work had written down the phone number of a kiosk at the bus station where they both worked and had been ringing strangers at random for a joke. Kevin's idea was to do the same and ring a phone kiosk which was visible from the window of his flat and maybe chat to a few suitable young ladies. He had decided to use an alias and call himself Gary and just have a bit of fun, but what had actually transpired is that he had not only managed to chat with the two girls, who had originally missed their bus home, he had even managed to bed both of them together. 

It was now just after seven o'clock the next morning. The sound of a door closing woke Kevin from his slumber and he glanced at the clock on the bedside table. He was in bed with the duvet tucked up under his chin and the sunlight was pouring in through the window directly onto his face. He got out of bed, yawning and stretching just in time to see Sharon and Paula running for a bus across the road. Everything in the flat was tidy and all his clothes were neatly folded on the sofa in the lounge. After getting dressed and accidently sitting on Paula's brooch which she had inadvertently left behind, he made himself some breakfast, then went out and had a walk around the city centre. He wasn't working that weekend and came back to the flat to get ready to meet a friend for some lunch prior to going to watch the local football team who were playing at home, when there was a knock at the door. Thinking it was one of his neighbours wanting to borrow something, he opened the door to find Paula standing outside.

"Oh, hello," he said. "Come in. It's nice to see you again. How are you?"

"Fine," said Paula. "What about you? Did you enjoy last night?"

"I'll say," he said. "I've never had a threesome before and it was something different."

"Neither have I," said Paula. "I must admit, I was a bit surprised when Sharon instigated it. I thought we were just going to have a drink then catch the last bus home. Instead, we ended up on the first bus this morning! We must have fallen asleep after all the exertion. It was gone half past six when I woke up and it was a bit of a shock to find a stranger and your best friend both naked in bed with you, I can tell you!"

Kevin laughed. He looked at Paula, now dressed in a black midi length skirt and a dark red polo neck sweater. She had a black anorak over the top, which was unfastened and wore black knee length boots. She had been shopping and carried a couple of carrier bags with a few early Christmas presents inside. He felt his cock start to strain under his jeans and Y-fronts and felt instantly attracted to her again. Paula put her bags down near to the sofa,

"I didn't leave my brooch here earlier, did I?" she said, "Only when I got on the bus, I noticed it was missing. I couldn't remember seeing it this morning, neither did Sharon."

"Yes, you bloody well did!" said Kevin. "I sat on the damn thing when I was dressing this morning and pricked my arse! Here you are."

Paula laughed at this sudden outburst. Kevin went over to the little table where he had put it and handed it to her.

"Oh, thank you!" said Paula. "It belonged to my grandma and I only wear it on certain occasions. It was the fourth anniversary of her death yesterday, that's why I was wearing it. I'm so relieved it's safe. Thank you!"

She put the brooch safely in her handbag and went to pick up her shopping bags.

"Well, I'd better be going," she said. "Thanks again!"

Kevin took her by the waist and kissed her on the lips.

"Do you have to?" he said, "We could carry on where we left off earlier."

"I can't," she said. "I'm meeting my sister for lunch in half an hour."

"You can do a lot in half an hour!" said Kevin, as he ran his hands over the front of her sweater and squeezed her breasts through it.

"Good grief, you don't even give anyone chance to get their coat off, do you now?" said Paula, giggling. "Give over! I have to go!"

Even though he was going out himself, Kevin couldn't resist running his hands up under her sweater and pulling it up over her tits. As with the previous evening, they sat encased in a white bra and he kissed them and cupped them and fondled them through the material.

Paula was giggling and protesting loudly and trying to break away from him. She managed to pull her jumper down a bit but his hands were now under the back of her anorak and fumbling about round the back of her skirt. He managed to unzip it and undo the button fastener and started to slide it down a little way, noting the few inches of white shiny nylon which came into view, but she was able to grab it before it slipped too far.

"Stop it now," she said still giggling and quite red in the face from struggling. "I really do have to go!"

She readjusted her skirt and fastened it up again, then pulled her sweater straight and fastened her anorak so that he could not interfere with any more of her clothing.

"Honestly, Kevin. What are you like?" she said.

Kevin stopped for a moment and looked at her. 

"How did you know my name?" he said.

"When Sharon and I were dressing this morning, we found a name badge on the floor near the chair, with 'Kevin Prentice' on it," she said. "We guessed Kevin was your real name. Why did you call yourself Gary?"

Kevin suddenly felt ashamed. He shrugged his shoulders and said nothing for a moment.

"I guess that means you won't want to see me again," he said, ignoring Paula's gaze.

She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.

"Why do you think I left my phone number on the cigarette box?" she said. "Of course I want to see you again, but as Kevin, not as Gary, and not with Sharon. She's my best friend, but not a sexual partner. What happened last night was a surprise to me as well as you but I enjoyed it, even though it was a little embarrassing at times when she undressed me!"

Kevin kissed her again on the lips more passionately before she broke free.

"I really must be going now," she said. "Are you free next Tuesday? Maybe we could meet again. Nothing too heavy though, not yet."

"Fine by me," said Kevin and he kissed her once more and she picked up her bags. Kevin put his jacket on ready to meet his friend and walked with her from his flat to the main door.

"How did you get in," he said. "You never buzzed me on the intercom."

"A young couple came out as I came in," she said. "They let me in."

He nodded and kissed her once more and watched for a moment as she walked up the street and round the corner before heading off in the opposite direction to meet his friend.

After that brief encounter on the Saturday afternoon, Paula and Kevin started to see each other on a regular basis two or three times a week, usually for a meal or a quiet drink, and on their own without Sharon. There were occasions on a Friday or Saturday night when they would end up back at Kevin's flat and Paula would spend the night with him before heading back to her own home in the morning. Christmas and New Year were spent apart as Paula and her family had already arranged to go and spend the holiday season in Canada with her mum's brother and his family. When the Spring came round, they also started to go out on day trips together as the weather improved and even managed a weekend away at the seaside.

One Bank Holiday Monday at the start of May, they were in Kevin's flat after spending the day at a local beauty spot. Paula was doing a bit of dusting and tidying a few things away. It was a passion of hers; she didn't like to see things looking untidy, even though it wasn't her own home. She opened a drawer to put some letters away and found the old cigarette packet inside it. She pulled it out and saw the number of the phone box written on it above her own number.

"Kevin, you know that phone box over the road?" she shouted to Kevin, who was in the kitchen area washing up, "Do you still ring it?"

"No," he shouted back. "Why do you ask?"

"I found the cigarette box with the number on it in the drawer," she said. "I just wondered."

Kevin came back through into the lounge wiping his hands on a towel.

"I haven't needed to since I met you!" He said, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"So you've never looked out of the window and seen a nice young lady and thought, 'I know, I'll ring her and chat her up a bit and see if she'll go out with me'?" Paula said with a smile on her face. "After all, you can see the phone box from here you know!" 

She was now standing looking out of the window. Of course Kevin knew, after all he had spotted Paula and her friend Sharon from that very window all those months ago. He had also confessed to Paula when they started going out that the original story about Sarah was all made up on the spur of the moment but far from being angry, she had actually found it quite amusing and original.

"Can you?" said Kevin casually and he joined her by the window. His hands were still damp and he playfully brushed them under her jumper. The contact with her bare skin made her jump and she flapped at him with the duster.

"You know damn well you can!" she said. "There's someone standing near it now."

Kevin stood with his arm around her waist looking in the direction of the phone box. Standing near it was a lady who looked to be in her late forties or early fifties. She was wearing a long grey coat with a fur collar and a blue head scarf. Although it was early May, there had been a chilly wind so she didn't particularly look out of place. She kept checking her watch and then looking up the street. It was pretty obvious that she was waiting for a bus.

"Ring her up!" said Paula. "Go on, just for a laugh. Go on, give her a ring!"

"Then what?" said Kevin. "Invite her round for a cup of coffee?"

"You could do," said Paula. "I quite fancy another threesome!"

Kevin looked at her in amazement.

"Paula Flint!" he exclaimed. "What did you just say? I thought you didn't like threesomes."

"I never said that," said Paula, "I said I didn't want to do it with my friend Sharon again. I don't see her in that way, but with a total stranger occasionally, well, that's different." 

Kevin could feel his prick rising under his trousers at the thought of it. He had had sex with Paula a couple of times since their original meeting but the confession that she was willing to do it with a third party present again was something else. Besides, he quite fancied an older lady himself. He took the cigarette packet from Paula and carefully dialled the number - 271860.

The pair of them watched from the window as Delia Fairfax-Preston looked at the phone box, then looked back up the street, and then walked towards the phone kiosk and pulled the door open. They couldn't actually see her lift the receiver but her voice came on the line in a clear cut eloquent tone.

"Hello," she said. "Who's calling please?"

"It's Kev," said Kevin, deciding to use his real name this time. "Is that you Sarah?"

Delia laughed a deep throaty laugh.

"I rather think that you have dialled the wrong number," she said chuckling. "You do realise that you've called a public telephone kiosk in Westwood City Centre?"

"A phone box?" said Kevin in surprise. "Are you sure? Let me check the phone number I've got written down here. Is that Westwood 271860?"

Delia lady checked the number in the centre of the dial and read it back slowly.

"2-7-1-8-6-0. Yes, that's quite correct, but you've called a public telephone kiosk in Queen Street, Westwood. Somebody is obviously having a joke at your expense," she chuckled.

"Well that's strange," said Kevin, trying to sound disappointed. "You see, she's my cousin, and she's just moved in to a new house and this is the number that she's given me."

"Perhaps you've written it down wrongly," said Delia. "You know, transposed a couple of numbers or something similar. I've done that myself before now."

"I might have," said Kevin. "I'll have to ring my auntie and see if she has the correct number. I'd better let you go I suppose. Were you about to make a call somewhere?"

"No," said Delia. "I was actually waiting for a number twelve bus to Granby Avenue, but they don't seem to be running tonight. There should have been one ten minutes ago, but it hasn't come yet."

"No, it's a Bank Holiday today, it will be a Sunday Service," said Kevin. I think they only run every hour."

"Oh blast, I forgot," said Delia. "That means that there won't be one until five to eight which is over half an hour away so I'm going to have to hang around until it comes. The trouble is, there's nowhere around here to wait and it's getting dark."

"You could always come round to mine and have a coffee," said Kevin, giving Paula a sly wink. "You'll be quite safe. I don't live too far away and my girlfriend is here too."

"Well I don't know, I mean that's very kind of you," Delia said. "I could do with a drink. I haven't had one for ages. All right then, thank you. Where do you live?"

"I tell you what," said Kevin. "Give us a few minutes and we'll come and meet you."

Even though he had seen Delia waiting outside the phone kiosk, he asked her to give a quick description of herself so that it did not look too suspicious when they met, then hung up the phone. He and Paula then put their coats on ready to meet her, but before they left he quickly went into the lounge and bedroom and drew the window blinds obscuring the view onto the main street and switched on a small table lamp and the main lounge lights. They left by the main entrance out into the side street on the opposite side of the building instead of using the back entrance which led out onto the main street where they might possibly be seen by her.

Once they had met and the pleasantries had been exchanged, they all walked back to the flat by the same route. When they were inside, Delia took off her headscarf and folded it neatly before putting it in her handbag, then unfastened and took off her coat. She gave them to Kevin, who laid them over a dining chair, then she went and sat on the right hand side of the sofa and Paula went and sat next to her.

Delia was quite an attractive looking lady. Her fair collar length hair, which was beginning to show a few streaks of grey, was cut in a page boy style with a fringe and curled inwards slightly. She had blue eyes and a smooth complexion and wore a deep red velvet long sleeved knee length dress, dark hosiery and black strappy sandals with a two inch heel. 

"Right," said Kevin when the ladies were settled. "What would you like Delia, tea, coffee, or perhaps something a little stronger. We have some Apricot Brandy somewhere."

Kevin had a friend who was a coach driver and frequently brought back wine and spirits from Europe. He had been to Austria over the Easter holiday and had brought back a large bottle of the brandy. It was very sweet and syrupy but also had quite a kick to it. The ladies both settled for the brandy and Kevin poured a generous measure of the orange liquid into a large wine glass for each of them and himself. With the drinks dispensed, he sat down in the armchair opposite and watched as Delia took a large sip. When she swallowed, it touched the back of her throat making her cough and splutter. Paula laughed and patted her on the back.

"Are you okay?" she said when Delia eventually regained her composure. "It did that to me the first time I tasted it."

"Well it certainly hits the spot, I'll say!" said Delia, who was now quite red in the face. "Phew! It's very warming though; I can feel it going right down."

She took another sip from the glass and swallowed it more slowly, this time without any problems.

"So, do you two live together?" she said looking first at Paula, then across at Kevin.

"No," said Kevin. "It's my flat. I usually live here on my own, but Paula stays the night sometimes."

"You keep it very tidy for a man!" said Delia looking round. "Or do you have to tidy up after him?" she said looking at Paula and giving her a friendly nudge.

"Sometimes, I'll do a bit of dusting or something like that, but he's quite housetrained," said Paula with a grin.

"How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" said Delia.

"I'm twenty in a fortnight," said Paula, "And Kevin will be twenty four in August."

"What do you two do for a living?" Delia's questions were coming thick and fast.

"I work for a building society," said Paula.

"And I work for the local bus company," said Kevin.

"Ah, so that's how you knew that the number twelve was running a Sunday service today. I see!" There was a slight pause. "So how did you two meet?" Delia continued her interrogation.

Both of them went quiet for a moment then Paula spoke.

"I was waiting for a bus with my friend when he just came along and started chatting," she said. We just seemed to hit it off from there, really."

"So how long have you been together," Delia asked, taking another slow sip of her drink.

"About six months now," said Paula.

"Well you seem very well suited to each other," said Delia. "I hope you'll be very happy together."

The conversation then moved on to Delia. She was quite a chatty person and the more she spoke, the more that Paula and Kevin were becoming attracted to her. She appeared to be quite wealthy, and her husband was a first officer for an airline company and often flew aircraft on short haul flights to various parts of Europe. On that particular day, he was on a flight to Venice, but due to foggy conditions in Italy his flight had been delayed until the next day and he was having to spend the night there. She had three grown up children, all boys and all married, and two granddaughters with another grandchild on the way, and she worked as a secretary at a primary school in the city near to where she lived. In spite of her husband's wealth, she had never learned to drive and travelled everywhere on the bus when her husband was working. She'd been to have tea with an elderly friend when the pair had intercepted her.

It was after Kevin had topped up her glass for the third time that Paula decided to up the ante. Delia seemed quite relaxed and was babbling on about nothing in particular. The Apricot Brandy had 30% volume alcohol strength and her speech was becoming a little slurred as she had drunk half as much again as the others.

"That's a nice dress, you're wearing," said Paula and she put her right hand on Delia's left leg and rubbed it over the material. "It must have been quite expensive."

"Oh, I wouldn't know," said Delia, "Clive, my husband bought it for me a few years ago when we were on holiday in Nice."

"It's very soft and supple," said Paula, turning towards her and running her left hand gently up over the front of the material. "I wish I had a dress like this."

She let her hand continue wandering upwards until she reached Delia's breasts and rubbed her hand across the front of each one in turn.

"I say, old girl, steady on there!" said Delia clutching the wine glass in her right hand and trying to fend off Paula's hand with the other. "You're a bit forward there!" She took another large sip and put the glass down on the table next to where she was sitting.

"Sorry," said Paula, withdrawing her hand for a moment. "I got a bit carried away."

Delia smoothed a few creases out of her dress and then looked at Paula for a moment without saying anything. She was eyeing up Paula's jumper and skirt; her jumper was a russet coloured turtleneck with a ribbed collar and cuffs, while the skirt was brown and pleated and just rested over her knee. She wore no hosiery, just a pair of white strappy low heel sandals.


Is That You, Sarah? Ch. 02



"That's a nice jersey you're wearing," said Delia after a few moments and she pulled on the hem at the bottom so that it cleared the waistband of the skirt and noticed the bare skin underneath. "Aren't you wearing else anything under that?" she said rather loudly." Good grief, I'd be frozen stiff it that were me!"

"I'm wearing a bra!" exclaimed Paula. "I'm not wearing a blouse or a t-shirt or anything because I'm warm enough. Besides, it's not that cold outside."

"When I was your age," began Delia, "I would have had a vest on, and a petticoat and at least three other thin layers. You youngsters today, you don't know how to dress properly!"

"I do wear a full petticoat sometimes," said Paula trying to defend herself, "But I haven't worn a vest since I was about nine." 

Delia tutted then looked across at Kevin. 

"Are you wearing a vest, may I ask?" she demanded.

"No," said Kevin, "Just my shirt."

Delia shot him a look of disapproval and Kevin and Paula couldn't help but smile across at each other. They had certainly picked a character. She picked up her glass and took another sip before putting it back on the table again. When she had done so, Paula decided to try her luck again. She started running her hand back along Delia's left leg once more, this time a little quicker. Each time she rubbed forwards, she would move her hand closer to the hem of the dress until after half a dozen or so strokes, her hands were touching the nylon clad knees. She pulled the hem back a few inches and started running her hand over the nylon. Delia didn't seem to notice, she had a sort of contented, glazed expression on her face, so Paula pulled it back a bit more. She pushed her hand across to the other leg and started massaging that also, each time pushing the hem a little higher up.

Delia looked at Paula and smiled. She made a half-hearted attempt at pulling her dress straight, then picked up the glass once more and swallowed the remainder. Before she had replaced it, Paula was once more massaging her legs pulling the dress hem even higher so that now the black scalloped hem of her slip had appeared. Paula whistled under her breath at the sight. The slip was made of black satin and was so soft and sensual to touch. She ran her fingers over the three or four inches that were on show.

"This is gorgeous!" she said to Delia. "I wish I could afford lingerie like this."

"Clive bought it for me on a weekend trip to London for our anniversary," she said. "It's part of a matching set. We bought it at Marks and Spencer in Oxford Street."

"I'd love to see it in its entirety," said Paula. "Do you think I could?"

The contented look on Delia's face had disappeared to be replaced by a look almost of horror. She pulled the hem of her dress down covering the slip up.

"I find it a little disquieting that a young girl like you wants to see me in my underwear," she said. "I really think I ought to be going, otherwise I'll miss my bus. Thank you for the drinks and your hostipality" 

She didn't seem aware that she had mispronounced the word hospitality and stood up. Almost immediately, she wobbled unsteadily on her feet and sat straight back down again.

"Oh heavens, what on earth was in that drink?" she said, and started to giggle. "I feel quite woozy all of a sudden."

"It's probably because you're not used to it and you have drunk it rather quickly," said Kevin. "Sit quietly for a few minutes and you'll be fine. Do you feel sick at all?"

"No, nothing like that," said Delia. "Drink never makes me sick, just a bit merry. Oh look," she said picking up her glass, "I've got no drinkies left."

"I think you've had enough Apricot brandy," said Kevin. "Do you want a cup of tea instead?"

"No, I don't think so," said Delia, "Just a glass of water. That Brandy is very sweet."

Kevin disappeared off to the kitchen and returned with a tumbler of water which he handed to Delia. She took a few sips and sat back and closed her eyes. Paula resumed her leg massage on her again and the contented look returned to her face once more. Gradually, she eased the hem of the dress back until the black lace scallops appeared once more, and then she lifted the hem back to fully expose nearly six inches of black satin slip once more. She ran her hands over the front smoothing out a few creases alternating between watching Delia's expression then looked across to Kevin who was sitting in the armchair opposite with a tent pole sticking up under his trousers.

After a few minutes, Paula stood up. Delia opened her eyes and looked up towards her. She didn't notice her dress was still rucked up as Paula gestured her to stand up. Delia was still in a bit of a daze and did as she was told and as she stood so her dress fell neatly back into place. Paula pulled her towards her. At five foot two inches tall, Paula was a similar height to Delia and she was able to put her hands on the older woman's shoulders and kiss her gently on the lips. Delia looked a bit bemused but said nothing. She was still wobbling slightly and the heels on her sandals weren't helping. She put her hands on Paula's waist to steady herself as Paula reached over Delia's right shoulder and started to pull the zip down at the back of her dress, before moving her hand under Delia's arm to complete the manoeuvre. 

Removing Delia's dress wasn't easy as she wasn't particularly co-operating although she did seem to be aware of what was happening. Paula started by sliding the left sleeve off her shoulders but the material did not seem to be very pliable and she had to gently bend Delia's arm to free it. She could see two inches of lace around part of the bust and a black adjustable strap connected to the material almost on top of an identical one. She repeated the exercise with the other sleeve which was not much easier. Now she could see all the lace surrounding the bust area and both straps which sat alongside those of her bra. She slowly managed to ease the dress down over Delia's waist carefully letting it rest in folds round her ankles. She wondered whether Delia would be able to step out of it and decided to gather up the material as best she could and managed to lift over her head. She carefully folded it and laid it over the dining chair with her coat. Delia looked at her as she did this and began to chide her.

"You're a naughty girl, you are," she said and looked across towards Kevin. "He can see my peccitoat; I mean pectocoat...my undiewear!" Her words were still slurring.

Paula too could see her slip in all its glory. It was shorter than she had imaged and sat about four inches above her knee. As well as the lace bust, there was two inches of lace around the hem and it looked soft and smooth, though slightly creased. Delia smoothed her hands across the front and both Paula and Kevin noted the outline of at least two suspenders embossed through the material. Paula rubbed her hands over the soft, satin material, squeezing her breasts through the material and massaging them gently. This time, instead of fending them off, Delia gave a slow, soft moan. Her eyes were half closed and she now had both hands resting on Paula's shoulders to steady herself. She brought her hands down over Paula's jumper and tried to do the same to her.

The two women stood facing each other for a minute or so fondling each other's breasts until Delia gave a sigh of contentment. She brought her hands down to the hem of Paula's jumper and pulled it up over her bra which once again fully encased her breasts. She started massaging once more, but the weight of the jumper caused it to keep slipping down despite her continued attempts to keep it up. Eventually, she gave up in exasperation and pulled the jumper up over Paula's head. Of course the easiest action would have been to free Paula's arms from the garment first, then lift it over her blond curls, but Delia was trying to do things too quickly and ending up pulling the jumper almost inside out so that Paula was nearly bent double with her arms still in the sleeves and the collar still round her neck. This had caused her to have a fit of giggles while Delia was cursing under her breath and it took the intervention of Kevin to assist with the extrication of his girlfriend from her sweater and for calm to be restored. Paula eventually emerged from the entanglement, red faced and breathless.

"Are you all right, sweetie?" said Delia. "You look a little out of breath!"

"Fine," said Paula running her hands through her hair which had been ruffled in all the excitement.

"Come here my darling," she cooed. "Let Auntie Delia take care of you!"

She pulled Paula close to her and gave her a big hug, then stepped back so that she was at arm's length admiring Paula's large tits, neatly encased in their white bra. 

"My word!" she exclaimed, "You are a big girl, aren't you?"

Paula beamed with pride and looked down at them. She cupped them in her hands, still in their support.

"I always have had big boobs, though not as big as some of my friends," she said proudly. "They went from nothing to 30C when I was thirteen and by the time I was fifteen they were a 32D. Now they're a size 34D. They seemed to grow so quickly it was as if someone was blowing them up with a bicycle pump!"

Delia pulled her hands down away and held her close once more. She reached over Paula's shoulders and unclasped her bra cupping her huge tits as the straps slipped down her arms. She pulled the garment away and thrust her own tits against Paula's. Delia held her close as she rubbed against her; her hands were on her shoulder blades holding her tightly. Paula's nipples were already semi erect and the sensation of the satin material brushing against them made them harder still. Paula moaned softly and looked into Delia's eyes. The older woman smiled back at her and let her hands wander down to Paula's waist. A large brown press stud was all that secured Paula's skirt and Delia soon popped it. The skirt fell lifelessly to the floor and splayed out round her ankles. A semi-transparent white half-slip appeared and Paula's white briefs could just be seen through it. This was also soon dispatched and it landed on top of the skirt. Delia held her waist while she stepped out of them and stooped to lift them onto the sofa.

While all this had been going on, Kevin had been sitting quietly in the armchair watching all the action. His cock was already straining against his trousers and underpants. Paula had her back to him and Delia was otherwise engaged in her activities that neither of them noticed him unfasten his trousers and slip his hand inside and under his pants. He was stroking his cock gently and longed for the moment that he could put it to good use. It was already quite tense and he had to be careful that he didn't push it over the edge and empty his seed prematurely.

As much as she had enjoyed having her tits caressed by Delia through the satin slip, Paula decided it was now time for it to come off. She stooped and took hold of the hem with both hands pulling it up at the front. A pair of sheer black stockings came into view attached to a large black suspender belt with four metal suspenders attached to each stocking welt. This was almost covered by her satin briefs. Paula continued raising the slip higher, gathering up the folds as she did so and Delia held her arms up to allow her to lift it clear of her body.

Delia was right about the matching set. The lace around the legs on her satin briefs matched that on the hem of the slip and also around the bust of the bra. Her own breasts were not as large as Paula's and were more conical in shape. She reached behind and unfastened her own bra before removing it and letting drop carelessly to the floor. She let Paula nuzzle her own tits against them and the two women held each other close and enjoyed the sensation as naked breast met naked breast.

Delia suddenly caught sight of Kevin, who was still massaging his cock under his trousers. She had forgotten that he was there and covered her tits with her hands in embarrassment.

"What's wrong?" said Paula in surprise.

"He's looking at my titties and playing with his wotsit!" Delia said looking towards Kevin.

"Take no notice of him," said Paula. "He often does that when I'm in a state of undress!" She kissed Delia tenderly on the lips. "You've got a gorgeous body," she said. "Why be ashamed of it?"

She put her hands on Delia's waist and began to slide her satin briefs down over her hips. A neat triangle of greying pubes appeared and Delia suddenly became very shy. She tried to cover her lower extremity with her right hand while attempting to cover both her boobs with the other with little success. Paula had now let them slide past her knees to her ankles and was attempting to lift each foot to disentangle them. She eventually succeeded and stood up, red in the face once more. She managed to coax Delia to sit back on the sofa and placed her arms by her sides then sat down next to her again. She reached out and gently began to caress her tits

Delia could feel her pussy begin to throb as Paula's fingers tweaked each nipple once more in turn. She had never had this done to her by a man before, let alone a woman, and she moaned softly. Paula slid off the sofa onto the floor. She positioned herself between Delia's legs and moved her knees apart. Delia could feel her warm breath as she licked her wet tongue over her pussy and her curls as they tickled against her inner thigh. She ran her fingers through Paula's hair but the younger woman didn't seem to notice as she slipped her tongue inside her. She felt Paula's tongue brush against her clit and gasped out loud.

Waves of pleasurable sensations throbbed inside her as Paula continued to nibble and suck. Just as she felt on the verge of erupting, Paula withdrew and slipped her fingers inside instead. This was something Kevin had done to her on a few occasions and it had soon brought her to a swift climax. Delia was no exception and Paula was finger fucking her hard and fast. She was panting like fury and quite audibly as an orgasm exploded within her and her love juices trickled out over her fingers. 

Paula looked up and smiled. Her right hand had the secretions of her new found friend covering them and she licked first her little finger, then her ring finger seductively. She drew back, catching one of her curls on one of Delia's metal suspenders as she did so. She managed to free herself with her left hand and sat back on the sofa, allowing Delia to lick her own juices off of her remaining fingers and thumb.

"Oh...my...word," mumbled Delia when she had finished. "That was something else." She caught sight of Kevin once more and gave a loud exclamation. "Gracious!" she cried. "Would you look at that?"

They both looked across towards where Kevin was sitting. Whilst all that was going on, he had removed his trousers, shirt and underpants and was sitting holding his fully erect shaft.

"God, would I love some of that!" said Delia. "My Clive would die to have for a penis that big. His is only about five inches when erect!"

Kevin didn't need a second invitation. He was up and out of his seat and presenting all eight inches of his erect cock to her pouting pussy lips. The glans were already well out and the foreskin back as he slammed it home against the back of her cervix. Delia almost leapt off the sofa in shock, such was the force. He settled into his usual steady rhythm, gripping Delia's shoulders and thrusting himself down into her while she held his waist tightly. Each forward action resulting in an audible gasp from Delia as the tip of his cock made contact with her cervix. Her pussy was pulsating; the juices were building and less than thirty minutes after her first orgasm she came again.

She lay back on the sofa, still locked onto Kevin, panting heavily. Her chest was going up and down and her breasts rippled slightly. Their combined juices ran down her inner thigh and some of them penetrated inside her stocking tops.

"I wish my Clive could do it like you," she said when she had calmed herself. "I'm shattered. I don't think I've had an experience like that since...before I met Clive!"

Both Paula and Kevin thought it prudent not to enquire further about the state of her love life or any previous encounters she had had. Delia struggled to her feet. She still had her high heel sandals on and wobbled slightly as she stood. Her pussy hairs had become dry and matted and she ran her fingers through them then reached out both hands for Paula to take hold of. Paula obliged and Delia pulled her to her feet with a jolt so that she over balanced slightly and the two of them collided.

"Are you all right, sweetie?" she mumbled. "I haven't hurt you, have I?"

"No, "I'm fine, said Paula. She still had her white briefs on and Delia made a half-hearted attempt to pull them down but overbalanced again and the two of them fell back onto the sofa giggling. Delia had landed on top of Paula and pulled herself off again. Three large glasses of the Apricot Brandy were definitely playing their part and she was now staggering once more.

"Let's go into the bedroom," said Paula. "It's more comfortable in there. Come on."

She took Delia's hand and led her like a mother leading a child into the bedroom. Kevin followed, his cock now back to its flaccid state. She pulled back the bedclothes leaving just the bottom sheet covering the mattress, then slipped off her briefs and stooped to kick off her sandals. She sat Delia on the edge of the bed then stooped and unfastened each strap on her sandals and pulled them from her feet. Then she unclipped each suspender clasp in turn and rolled the stockings down each leg in turn before finally unclipping the belt free. She gesticulated for Delia to lay back on the bed and joined her. They lay side by side facing each other for a few minutes, kissing and caressing each other's tits once more before Delia decided that this time, she wanted some action. She parted Paula's legs and put her own tongue around her sensual opening.

It was Delia's first go at girl on girl sex and her attempts at tongue penetration ended with her getting a mouthful of pubic hair, however she soon parted it with her fingers and knelt on the bed with her head between Paula's knees tonguing away quite happily. Paula lay back with her head on the pillow; eyes closed making little grunting noises every time Delia's tongue hit her clit.

Delia's backside was quite high in the air and this presented another challenge for Kevin as he climbed on the bed behind her. He had coaxed his cock back to a hard rod once more and rammed it inside her once more. This time, she didn't see it coming and yelped in surprise at the ferocity. This made her forget what she was doing as Kevin thrust into her from behind. Paula meanwhile lay back and fingered herself to a climax which didn't take too long. Delia now had her forehead resting on the mattress locked between Paula's upper thighs and she was panting and gasping in time with his thrusts, her pussy throbbing and pulsating once more until she erupted for a third time, this time in unison with Kevin's eruption. Juices from all three of them were spilling out onto the sheet and Delia put her head back to Paula's slit once more, eager to lick up as much as possible.

When she had finished, she lay quietly next to Paula for a few minutes until the sound of the Town Hall clock striking in the distance made her look at her watch.

"Do you know," she said, "It's eleven o'clock. What time's the last number twelve to Granby Avenue?"

"Five to eleven," said Kevin. "Like I said earlier, it's a Sunday service today and they only run at five minutes to the hour."

"That means I'll have to get a taxi home then," said Delia, sliding off the bed.




Is That You, Sarah? Ch. 02



"You could always stay the night!" said Paula cheekily. "I'm sure we can keep you occupied!"

"No, I'd better not," said Delia. "I have a few things to do before Clive gets home. All being well, he should be home by mid-morning so I won't have time to do them once he gets back."

She picked up her stockings and suspender belt and padded through back into the lounge in search of the rest of her clothes. Paula and Kevin followed and all three of them dressed again.

"May I borrow your phone to call a taxi?" asked Delia and Kevin nodded. She took a card from her handbag and made a quick call, arranging for the taxi to be outside the main entrance at eleven thirty.

Now dressed, Paula went back into the bedroom. She pulled the stained sheet from the mattress and quickly found a clean one. 

"Let me give you a hand," said Delia, now back in her red velvet dress once more. She looked so different now, and had given her hair a quick brush too. The earlier wobbling and speech slurring appeared to have gone and the two women had soon changed the bed linen while Kevin sat on the sofa outside reading a newspaper. Delia put her coat on and fastened it and pulled her headscarf over her hair once more, tying it under her chin. Paula couldn't resist stroking the fur collar.

"Mm, that's so soft, it reminds me of stroking our pet cat!" she said.

Delia laughed. She leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, and bade Kevin farewell. He stood up also and kissed her. Paula walked with her to the lift and down to the lobby to wait for the taxi.

"Well, thank you for inviting me into your flat," said Delia as they were waiting. "It's been very, um, shall we say, interesting! Perhaps we can do it again sometime?"

"Glad you liked it," said Paula. "I'd love to."

"I'll give you my address," said Delia pulling out a small notebook. She scribbled down her name, address and phone number, tore out the page and handed it to Paula before scribbling down both hers and Kevin's details. "Give me a ring sometime and come round. We'll do it when Clive's away and perhaps you'd like to try some of my clothes on when you come. I'm sure you'll find something you like, both outer and under!"

"I'd love to!" said Paula, her blue eyes sparkling at the thought. A taxi pulled up at the door and Delia turned and gave her a hug and a kiss once more.

"Don't leave it too long!" she said as she went out through the door. "Oh, and don't forget to bring Lover Boy with you. He sure gives good value for money!"

Paula laughed as she got in the taxi. She waved as it set off and Delia waved back as it drove out of sight. Paula turned and walked back to the lift. It was a chilly evening outside and she still only had a bra on under her jumper. She smiled when she thought of what Delia had said about wearing more clothing and thought of the nice warm bed awaiting her and being able to snuggle up beside Kevin again. She walked back into the flat to find Kevin fast asleep on the sofa, snoring softly. The newspaper he was reading had fallen to the floor spilling its pages out before him. She looked at him and smiled.

"Typical man!" she thought to herself. "One little bit of exercise and you're exhausted!"

She gathered up the paper and folded it neatly then found a spare blanket and laid it across him. She kissed him on the cheek gently, switched off the main light leaving just the lamp on the table and went into the bedroom. She quickly undressed and climbed between the newly laundered sheets that Delia had helped her with a short time before. She closed her eyes and hoped it wouldn't be too long before Kevin would join her.

Needless to say, he didn't.



Is That You, Sarah? Ch. 03



It had been a couple of week since Kevin and Paula had invited Delia Fairfax-Preston back to Kevin's flat for a threesome but in spite of Delia's promise to keep in touch, she had not done so. Paula had tried ringing on a couple of occasions but had only succeeded in getting the answerphone. She didn't leave a message in case Delia's husband Clive intercepted it, although she somehow didn't think that Delia would divulge to him what she had been up to!

It was the Saturday afternoon of the late Spring Bank Holiday when Paula and Kevin instigated their next threesome. Paula had now moved in full time with Kevin and they had been out to lunch together. They got back to the flat about half past two and Paula was at the lounge window overlooking the main street. The sky had darkened considerably and a steady drizzle now fell. The people on the street below were scurrying backwards and forwards, keen to get to shelter as soon as possible. She was looking out towards the phone box in the street where she and her friend had been contacted many months earlier and where they had encountered Delia a few weeks before. A young lady about the same age as herself stood in the shop doorway nearby. She had short, fair hair and wore a blue anorak over a floral skirt. Paula called Kevin over and pointed her out to him.

"How do you fancy a little fun this afternoon?" she said. "I bet she'd like to be in the dry somewhere, instead of out in the rain."

Kevin looked across to where she was pointing.

"I suppose we could," he said. "I've been thinking though, maybe we ought to use another phone box number if we're going to do this thing regularly. You never know if anyone notices these things. Perhaps I'll have to get the number for the one at the other end of the street and use them in turn."

"Yes, you could do," said Paula. "There's one outside the toyshop we could use. There's a bus stop near that too so there should be quite a few people about nearby. Anyway, what are we going to do about this young lady?"

The young lady in question was still there. She had pulled her hood up over her hair and was standing in the doorway of the Co-op department store. Kevin opened the drawer of the telephone desk and took out the old cigarette box with the number written on it. He dialled it carefully and the pair of them watched to see what would happen. The young girl ignored it for a moment or two, as did everyone else in the area. They were either in a hurry to get out of the rain or were stood packed together in one of the nearby bus shelters. Kevin stood with the receiver in his hand watching, listening to the ringing tone on the other end, until the young girl made a move towards it.

What happened next came as a bit of a surprise to both Kevin and Paula. A passing bus momentarily pulled up in traffic in the middle of the road, temporarily obscuring their view. Just after it stopped, the phone was answered and a female voice spoke.

"Hello," it said.

"Oh, hello," said Kevin. "Is that you Sarah?"

"No, sorry," said the voice. "I think you may have the wrong number. This number is a phone box outside the Co-op!" 

Kevin was about to launch into his usual banter of surprised indignation when he noticed the bus move away. The young lady who was his intended target was now back on the doorstep of the shop again, this time with a man who looked old enough to be her father. Almost immediately, they began walking down the street past where Kevin and Paula were standing. Kevin looked a little surprised but managed to regain his composure with his mystery respondent.

"Sorry?" he said, acting all surprised as usual. "Did you say a phone box? I don't understand. I was given this number to ring for a friend of mine. She's just moved up to this area from London and this is the number I have been given."

"Are you sure you dialled correctly?" asked the voice. "This is Westwood 271860, and it's a phone box outside the Co-op."

"2-7-1-8-6-0," repeated Kevin slowly. "That's the number I was given. She sent me one of those memos for when you move house and I copied it off of that into my diary."

"Well you must have made a mistake somewhere," said the voice. "Either that, or your friend has. Anyway, I have to go now; I have my work to do."

"Oh, right," said Kevin. "What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm a Traffic Warden," said the voice.

"Oh, said Kevin. "So you go around putting tickets on people's cars do you?"

"Sometimes," said the Traffic warden. "But only when they are illegally or inconsiderately parked. I usually work between the Railway Station and the Cathedral, but the road's closed near the Cathedral because of road works so they've brought me into the city instead. There's not much doing though, as my other colleagues who cover this area have got things well in hand. To be honest, now this rain's come, there are not as many people about as usual, plus it's the half term holiday for the schools so things are a lot quieter. I was just thinking about going to get a cup of tea actually, I'm due for a break."

"You could always come round to my flat for one, I live fairly close," said Kevin, looking at Paula. He couldn't see her in the phone box due to a bus shelter which had been erected in his view so did not know what she actually looked like or what age group she was in. "My girlfriend is here, so I'm not alone. You'd be quite safe!"

The Traffic Warden laughed.

"It's a nice thought," she said. "This rain is really coming down fast now and my shoes are letting water in so my feet are wet, but I'm not allowed to fraternise with the public."

"Oh, go on," said Kevin. "Who's going to know? Does anyone keep an eye on you?"

"Sometimes," said the Traffic Warden. "The Inspector might pay a visit, but he's off sick today and there's nobody else doing his job."

"Well there you are then. Who's going to know?" said Kevin. "Think about it, a nice warm flat, a cup of tea, the chance to rest those wet feet of yours for a while. You can't do that in a greasy spoon café!" He really was milking it now. "By the way," he added. "What's your name?"

"I'm not allowed to give out my name to the public," said the Traffic Warden. "If anyone wants to complain about us or report us, we just give out our number."

"So what's your number?" asked Kevin.

"Four-seven-two-zero," replied the Traffic Warden.

"Four-seven-two-zero," repeated Kevin. "Well 'Four-seven-two-zero' what's it to be? The cold mean streets of Westwood or a nice warm dry flat and a cup of hot freshly made tea?"

"Alright then, you've twisted my arm, I just need to radio in to the station to let them know I'm taking a break," said the Traffic Warden. "Four-seven-two-zero sounds so formal though. At the station, they call me Warden Preston, but you can call me Tracey!"

"Okay, Tracey, we'll see you soon," he said after he had given her the details of where he lived. He put the phone down and turned to Paula. "I've been speaking with a Traffic Warden called Tracey," he said. "She normally works near the cathedral but she's working in the town centre today."

Paula looked a bit worried when he told her who he had been speaking to.

"They're members of the police force," she said. "We could be done for assault if we're not careful."

"Look, don't worry," said Kevin, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm not that stupid. We were lucky with Delia, and I was lucky with you and Sharon, but we have to take each one at face value. We can't expect 100% all the time."

He looked out of the window towards the phone box. He could just see Tracey, in her dark warden's mackintosh, talking into her radio, then watched as she crossed the road and headed towards the side street which led towards their flat. Paula tidied a few things away, including the empty cigarette packet with the illicit number written on it so that Tracey would hopefully not suspect anything. The minutes ticked endlessly by and it was nearly ten minutes before they heard the intercom at the main entrance crackle into life. Kevin pressed the button to allow Tracey entry into the building and a minute or so later she was outside the door of their flat.

Kevin opened the door to let her in. He felt his cock jerk slightly under his jeans at the sight before him. She was aged in her late twenties, about five feet, five inches tall, and with a girlishly slim figure and had dark hair which was tied back in a bun. She wore a long dark mackintosh with 'Traffic Warden' embroidered in yellow on the shoulder and her shoulder number in silver numbers embossed on the shoulder, a peaked cap with a yellow band with 'Traffic Warden' on it round the middle and black lace up shoes. She also carried a black shoulder bag which hung from her right shoulder.

"Sorry it took me so long," she said when Kevin opened the door. "There was a car parked on the yellow line outside so I gave it a ticket. You don't know anyone who owns a yellow Ford Capri do you? Whoever it is will get a surprise when they return!"

Both Kevin and Paula shook their heads.

"We often see cars parked there which shouldn't be," said Paula. "I don't think it's anyone in these flats as they use the car park across the road. Anyway, what can I get you, a cup of tea or coffee?"

"Coffee please, white with one sugar," said Tracey. "Thanks for inviting me in. It's the first time anyone has ever invited me over the phone! We sometimes get asked in when we're out in the suburbs, but not very often. People don't seem to like us much!" 

"Perhaps it's because you keep putting tickets on their cars!" said Kevin cheekily.

"Well, they shouldn't park where they are not supposed to, then they wouldn't get one!" said Tracey with a grin. "We don't do it for the sake of it! I say, do you mind if I take my coat off, it's quite damp."

"No, of course not," said Kevin. "I'll hang it over the back of a chair to drain off a bit."

Tracey placed her bag next to the armchair and they watched as she unclipped the two-way radio from her collar and laid it on the dining room table, then unbuttoned her raincoat and laid it over the back of the chair. The rest of her uniform was quite unflattering for someone her age. It consisted of a black jacket with silver gilt buttons, which were fastened, white shirt, black tie, and a black, knee length skirt. The silver numbers and yellow 'Traffic Warden' insignia were also attached to her jacket.

Paula went through into the kitchen to make the coffee, leaving Kevin and Tracey in the lounge. 

"Have a seat," said Kevin, trying to act casual and pointing to the sofa. 

"No thanks, this will do," said Tracey sitting down on another dining room chair. "I've only got thirty minutes officially and if I get too comfortable, I won't be able to get up again".

She sat talking to Kevin for a few minutes asking him about his relationship with Paula and also what they both did for a living. When the kettle had boiled, Paula poured the water into a mug and was about to bring it out when Tracey got up.

"No, let me!" she said walking into the small kitchen area. "I must say, it's a nice place you've got here," she added. 

"Yes," said Kevin. "It used to be my flat until Paula moved in a few weeks ago. It's just big enough for the two of us for now." 

The three of them stood talking in the kitchen as they sipped their drinks. Tracey was quite a chatty lady, telling them about her job and how she was supposed to help motorists find places to park rather than just slap tickets on their windscreens, and how she also had the power to direct traffic as well whenever called upon to do so. She wore little make up, and other than a wrist watch with a black leather strap, the only jewellery she wore was a small pearl ear stud in each ear.

"I bet you strike the fear of God into motorists when they see you coming," said Kevin.

"It's the uniform that does it," said Tracey. "It's too stiff and regimental, and heavy. Personally, I don't set out to be awkward or bossy with people. If someone wants to nip into a shop for two minutes and their car is on a yellow line, that's fine with me, but I tell them that if they're not out in two minutes, they get a ticket. It usually works. I think people respect you more for it."

Kevin nodded. He was looking at her uniform.

"It does look a bit formal," he said, eyeing it up and down.

"The skirt is the worst part," said Tracey. "If I have to run after someone, it's very heavy and cumbersome."

"You don't have to run after people, do you?" said Paula.

"Sometimes," said Tracey. "If they try and drive off before I've put a ticket on their windscreen. It doesn't happen very often, I usually manage to get the ticket on before they drive away."

Kevin wasn't listening. He bent down and raised the hem of her skirt a couple of inches with both hands, revealing a pair of shapely hosiery clad knees.

"I could have you arrested for that!" said Tracey in a stern sounding voice. "You're interfering with the uniform of a member of Her Majesty's Constabulary!"

Kevin let go of the hem immediately and the skirt dropped back into place.

"You wouldn't, would you?" said Paula, looking nervous. 

"S-sorry," Kevin stammered. "I just wondered what the material felt like. I didn't think." 

Tracey burst into laughter.

"Your faces!" she said. "No, of course I wouldn't. I just said that to see what your reaction would be!"

Paula and Kevin each gave a huge sigh of relief and finished their drinks. Tracey chuckled at her little joke as she finished her coffee. She was obviously quite a jovial character and both of them now felt more at ease with her. Paula looked at her. She and Tracey were about the same height and size, although Tracey was a few years older than her.

"You know," she began. "I once thought about joining the police force."

Kevin looked at her with raised eyebrows. This was the first he had heard about it.

"Why didn't you?" said Tracey.

"Oh, I don't think I would have passed the medical," said Paula. "I used to suffer from Asthma when I was a little girl. But I wonder if you could do me a favour? Could you let me try on your jacket please, just to give me an idea what it would have felt like?"

Tracey smiled and thought for a moment.

"Okay," she said. "But don't put your hands in any of the pockets."

"Why, do you have secret lists of stolen cars in them?" asked Paula.

"No, a secret bag of Barley Sugars!" said Tracey, as she started to unbutton it. The large silver gilt buttons were difficult to unfasten but eventually she had managed to undo them all. She slipped the jacket from her shoulders and handed it to Paula who struggled to put it on. Tracey gave her a hand and lifted it onto her shoulders.

"My word, it is heavy, isn't it?" said Paula. "If I had to wear this all day I would shed pounds in weight."

"Well, we don't have to wear our uniform jacket during the summer months," said Tracey. "We can just go around like this."

She indicated to the white shirt and black skirt. Even the shirt had 'Traffic warden' and her number embossed onto a small detachable epaulette on each shoulder so that she could be identified without it. Paula walked out into the lounge and stood admiring herself in the mirror. The dark jacket contrasted dramatically against the red t-shirt and white skirt which she was wearing. Back in the kitchen, Kevin had turned his attention to Tracey once more.

"Has anyone ever tried to strangle you with your tie?" he said. "Someone tried it on one of our bus drivers a few months ago and nearly succeeded. Luckily he was in the bus station at the time and someone came to his aid."

"Not with this," said Tracey. "Try it and see what happens."

Kevin pulled on both strands of the tie. He felt it give a bit, then the whole thing came away in his hands. The tie wasn't a tie in the conventional sense. It had two ends and a knot as a normal one would, but instead of looping round under Tracey's collar, it had a clip which fastened over the top button so that if anyone tried to harm her that way, then they couldn't.

"That's ingenious!" he said.

"Isn't it just!" said Tracey. "I've only had one person try it on me, but some of my colleagues have lost three or four ties. It must show how popular they are!"

Kevin wasn't listening again. He laid the tie on the work top beside him and was now looking at Tracey. The long straight skirt and shapeless shirt hid her bodily charms from view.

"What are thinking about?" asked Tracey.

"Just that it's a shame that a nice slender body like yours has to be wrapped up in such a frumpy looking uniform!" said Kevin without thinking. 

"Well it doesn't have to be," said Tracey. "What would you like next, the shirt or the skirt?"

"Pardon?" said Kevin looking surprised.

"Well Paula's had the jacket, and then you had the tie," said Tracey. "Would you like the shirt next or the skirt? It doesn't matter to me. Perhaps we should ask Paula."

Paula stood in the doorway watching them. A short time before she had been warning Kevin not to get too carried away with a member of the local constabulary. Now that same person was offering herself up.

Kevin smiled. Without waiting for Paula to speak, he stepped forward and close up to Tracey. Her back was resting against the top of the worktop and he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips His hands went up across the front of her shirt and he massaged her breasts through it, then he kissed her again this time more passionately. 

"Shouldn't you... be getting... back to work..." he said between kisses.

"Well...I can go...if you...want me...to," countered Tracey kissing him back. "Otherwise...if they want me...they'll radio me."

She indicated to the radio which lay out on the dining room table. Occasional messages could be heard between the control room and several of her colleagues.

"Besides..." she said glancing at her watch, "I've still...got about five minutes...left." 

Kevin didn't need another reminder. His hands were already working the buttons down the front of her shirt. Within thirty seconds they were undone and he pulled the two parts of the shirt apart. A white lacy bra lay underneath, holding her small, pert breasts together in a modest cleavage. He cupped each breast together and massaged them.

Tracey closed her eyes momentarily and sighed contentedly as Kevin continued massaging and kissing her breasts. He paused just long enough to slide the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. He passed the garment towards Paula and held Tracey's waist as he kissed her once more. She reciprocated by forcing her tongue into his throat quite forcibly.

For a couple of minutes, they stood in a locked embrace with her breasts thrust close to his chest, the cap on her head now perched at a rather jaunty angle. Eventually, they broke free but immediately Kevin's hands were back on her waistline once more, this time fumbling with the zip and clasp at the back of her skirt. He slid it down over her waist and down to her ankles and she balanced one hand on the worktop as she stepped out of it. As before, Paula gathered up the skirt and disappeared out of sight into the lounge with the rest of the uniform.

Kevin's cock was now visibly standing erect under his jeans. He looked on in approval at the white mini slip which covered her waist and ended half way between her knee and her thigh. There was a small slit on each side and through them he could just make out the tops of a pair of black hold-ups enveloping her long, slender legs. He lifted the front flap for a few seconds to get a better view before letting it drop back into place.

Tracey could sense his approval of her hosiery as she balanced with one hand on the worktop and bent her knee up at a right angle so that she could unfasten her shoe laces. She kicked off the shoes and stood in her stocking feet for a moment.




Is That You, Sarah? Ch. 03



"I bet you expected proper stockings, didn't you?" she said. "It's a fallacy, you know, that policewomen and traffic wardens wear stockings and suspenders under their uniforms. It's not practical really. Very few do you know, I did for a while and one day, my suspender broke and I nearly lost my stocking. I was on point duty outside the station at the time so I was hoping valiantly that it wouldn't slide down. Luckily for me it didn't but after that, I switched to these. Talking of which, my feet are still a bit damp."

"Well, we can't have that, can we," said Kevin. "You could get chilblains if you wear damp hosiery."

"So, what are you suggesting then?" said Tracey.

"This!" said Kevin and he first hooked his fingers into the waist band of her slip and sent it silently southbound, whistling under his breath his approval of Tracey's blue floral skimpy briefs. He disentangled the slip from her ankles, then Tracey lifted each foot in turn so that he could slide the hold ups down her legs and remove them.

"I bet you thought I'd be wearing 'Granny Pants' didn't you?" she laughed.

Kevin shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know what to think, other than that half an hour ago, Tracey had been a fully uniformed traffic warden going about her daily duties as normal, now here she was semi naked in his lounge. 

"So, what shall we do now?" she said, running her fingers across the front of his jeans. "Shall we see how you measure up?"

Without waiting for Kevin to reply, she knelt down and unfastened the belt on his jeans followed immediately afterwards by the bronze stud popper and the zip then pulled them down past his knees. She giggled at the red and white striped Y-fronts underneath and pulled the waistband out a little way and peeked inside. She could see his cock, semi erect, standing horizontal and surrounded by a mass of pubic hairs. She pulled the underpants down past his knees to rest on top of his jeans which were now resting round his ankles. His cock shot almost vertical and she grasped it with her right hand.

"Not bad," she said, running her fingers along its ever increasing length. "It may not be the biggest I've seen, but it's more than average!"

The glans was now fully visible and she put her tongue to its tip and licked a small speck of visible precum.

Kevin looked down at her knelt before him. He could just see her cleavage nestling inside the lacy bra and his cock stiffened even more at the sight of it. Tracey put her lips around it until it was fully inside her mouth and began sucking loudly. Kevin groaned softly. He could feel his organ throbbing away as she sucked. Occasionally she would pause and look up at him, still with his cock in her mouth, and then she could continue with a greater zest. Eventually everything got too much for him and he shot his load deep into her throat. She tried to swallow as much as possible but the intensity was such that she had to pull away. The remnants of spunk continued to flow out of Kevin's cock and some of it landed on her chest and bra.

Tracey stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked down at the spunk on her breasts, then back at Kevin again. He smiled at her and reached behind her shoulders to unclasp her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders and cupping her breasts in his hands. He squeezed them gently through the material and could feel her nipples already standing firm and erect. He pulled the bra away and dropped it on the worktop.

"Not bad," he said, massaging each breast in unison. "They may not be the biggest I've seen, but they're more than average!"

"Thanks!" said Tracey, looking slightly bemused at his comment but her demeanour soon change to one of pleasure again as Kevin continued his manipulation of her naked breasts. Her nipples stood out firm and proud before her and he started licking each one in turn, lapping up the few remaining specks of his spunk which had now dried onto them. His hands were resting on her hips and he slowly eased her panties away from them. Looking down her slender body, he could just make out a forest of undisturbed pussy hairs. He stooped to lower them to her ankles and Tracey lifted each foot in turn to free them. Now she was completely naked, except for her Traffic Warden's hat, still perched precariously on her head. He quickly disentangled his own jeans and underpants from round his ankles and presented his cock towards her once more.

Tracey fingered it briefly once more, and then deftly unfastened the buttons down the front of his shirt, stroking his chest gently. His cock stiffened even more and he pulled her closer to him. His hand momentarily passed down between her legs and he could feel a moderate dampness there. He guided his cock through the dense undergrowth until he found the opening and slipped it gently inside. Pulling her even closer, he felt her pussy tighten around it and he began thrusting away in a steady rhythm.

"Oh, my," gasped Tracey as he pounded away. "This certainly beats point duty, or dishing out parking tickets on a rainy day!"

Kevin said nothing and continued his pounding. Every so often there was a gasp from Tracey as the tip of his cock smashed against her cervix. She was pressed up against the back of the worktop, knees slightly bent, gripping his waist as tightly as possible. Her pussy was sopping wet and Kevin's cock made an audible 'slop, slop' sound as it shafted in and out. Tracey had her eyes wide open, the audible gasps gradually increasing, interspersed occasionally with the odd ribald comment.

"Oh...Hurry up, will you...Come on, fuck me...Oh...Come on you Bastard...Oh...Oh...!"

With one last, long shriek, Tracey let her body submit to nature as Kevin shot streams of hot spunk deep inside her. Her grip on his waist eased as the last throes of her orgasm receded. Kevin removed his cock from within her chasm as she stood a step forward and ran her hand across the small of her back.

"Oh blimey, my back aches," she said, rubbing her hand across the small of it and looking over her shoulder. "That worktop was bloody hard. Look, I've got a red rim from rubbing up against it!"

She indicated to a large red mark just above her arse cheeks. Kevin grinned.

"So you have," he said. "But it was bloody worth it though, wasn't it?"

Tracey grinned. She looked at this rapidly shrinking cock.

"I'll say!" she said, stroking it. "Although perhaps with a bit of persuasion we might score a hat trick!"

Kevin grinned, but his cock wasn't responding. Suddenly, he caught sight of Paula standing in the doorway, and his cock suddenly started jerking upright again. She was dressed in Tracey's mackintosh, which she had left unbuttoned, along with her jacket and skirt, and also the white shirt and clip on tie. The buttons on the jacket were neatly fastened in place and the only things that were different where the black shoes which were low heel slip-ons instead of lace up, and the fact that she wore no hat because it was still perched on Tracey's head. She had even managed to clip the radio onto her collar. Tracey looked up to see what he was looking at.

"What the f...?" she began. "I could have you arrested for impersonating a member of Her Majesty's Constabulary!"

"But how do I know you are a member of said constabulary?" said Paula cheekily. "You're not in uniform, or are you under cover? You could be an imposter for all I know!"

"I've still got my hat," said Tracey pointing to her head.

"Not any more you haven't, said Paula and she snatched it from her head and put it atop her own curls, dislodging a few strands of Tracey's hair fell which out of the bun as she did so.

Kevin's cock had now risen back to horizontal again at the sight of his girlfriend so dressed. The uniform was a perfect fit and she really looked as though she could go out and start directing traffic or ticketing cars. He could just give her a fucking, here and now in that uniform, however Tracey had other ideas. Her look had turned to one of annoyance. 

"What do you think you're playing at?" she said. "If you think he's going to fuck you in my uniform then you've got another think coming." She pointed towards Kevin. "I've got to go back on duty in it shortly and it's not going to look very good if it's covered in spunk! And take that radio off too. If Control overhears what's going on I will get the sack and you would be arrested. Unclip it and give it to me please."

"Sorry," said Paula and she unclipped the radio and handed it back to Tracey, who put it down on the worktop, having checked it had not accidently been switched on. 

"Thank you," she said her voice now a lot calmer. "Now you've had your moment of fun. Take my uniform off please before it gets messed up."

Paula looked at her with a defiant look on her face.

"If you want it," she said, "You'll have to take it off me yourself!"

"Right!" said Tracey, the smile returning to her lips once more. "If that's how you want to play it, we will!" She made a lunge towards Paula who squealed and darted out into the lounge. She wasn't used to the heavy uniform though and only managed to get a couple of steps in before Tracey had caught up with her. She stopped and turned defiantly to face her.

"Right!" said Tracey again. "Are you going to take it off yourself, or are we going to do it for you?" She nodded towards Kevin who had now joined them; his cock was still almost horizontal. Paula stood still saying nothing.

"You take the mackintosh," said Tracey to Kevin. "I'll get these jacket buttons undone."

She started unfastening the silver buttons while Kevin slid the heavy mackintosh from Paula's shoulders. When that had been removed, he repeated the process with the jacket while Tracey worked on the shirt buttons, noting the black bra she wore beneath through the white material.

"Can you do the skirt," said Tracey, pulling the clip tie off and finishing with the top button of the shirt.

Kevin duly obliged with the zip and button and let the skirt drop to Paula's ankles. His cock sprang almost vertical when he saw what was revealed. Instead of her trademark white half-slip over white briefs, she sported a pair of black lace panties, a black suspender belt and black stockings. Tracey had finished unbuttoning the sleeves and slid the shirt back for him to pull off her shoulders revealing the matching black lace bra which held her tits together in a tight cleavage. Once the shirt had gone, Paula placed her hands on Tracey's shoulders and carefully stepped out of the skirt. 

Paula looked deep into Tracey's eyes and began kissing her gently on the lips and began massaging her naked boobs. Tracey took a step back, unsure of what to do next. She had never experienced this type of behaviour from a woman before and suddenly felt uncomfortable. Paula took a step closer again and put her right hand down between Tracey's legs. Amongst the matted hairs following her experience with Kevin, she could make out a new, fresh, dampness. She started kissing her again, more passionately, although Tracey didn't seem to be responding. She paused and guided Tracey's hand across the front of her own lace panties which were also slightly damp.

Tracey was beginning to look uncomfortable. She had enjoyed and encouraged Kevin to make love to her, but with Paula it was different. Suddenly she felt embarrassed at her nakedness. Her uncertainty was relieved when she heard her call sign on the radio in the kitchen.

"Control to Four-seven-two-zero," said a female voice on the other end. "Four-seven-two-zero, are you receiving, over?"

Tracey broke away from Paula and headed for the kitchen. She picked up the radio and pressed the communication button.

"This is Four-seven-two-zero receiving. Go ahead, over." She replied.

"Can you confirm your position, over," said the female voice.

"I'm...in School Lane," said Tracey pausing slightly as she gave her location. She fervently hoped that none of her colleagues were in the area, or that Control didn't pick up that there was no traffic noise in the background. The controller didn't seem to and answered back.

"Can you go straight to the railway station? There's been an accident outside and we need someone to help direct the traffic. Uniform are there at the moment, but it's pretty hectic up there and they need more help."

"Four-seven-two-zero received and understood," said Tracey. "Over and out." She switched off her radio and turned to Kevin and Paula.

"I have to go," she said. "They'll expect me there in around five minutes or so, but it's going to take me more than that. Where are my clothes?"

"Your undies are on the kitchen table and I put your uniform on the sofa," said Kevin.

Tracey picked up her underwear and stockings and went back out into the lounge. She soon had her bra, briefs, stockings and slip back in place was hastily trying to fasten the fiddly buttons on her shirt, cursing under her breath as she did so. When she had finally managed to do so, she pulled on her skirt, taking care that all of her shirt was tucked into the waistband before fastening it. 

Paula and Kevin stood watching her with interest as she slipped her stocking feet into her shoes and sat on a dining room chair to fasten them. Once she had done this, she raised the hem of her skirt with both hands, checking that there were no creases visible in her stockings and also that her slip was hanging straight.

By this time, Kevin's cock had shrunk back to its normal size again, but the sight of her slip and stocking tops set it lengthening again. Tracey noted it and smiled, and then she let the hem of the skirt down and smoothed it flat with her hands. She clipped the tie in place then pulled on her jacket and fastened the brass buttons, making sure it hung straight before finally pulling on the heavy raincoat and fastening its buttons. She went into the kitchen and collected her radio from the worktop and clipped it to her collar. She came out looking slightly bemused, searching the room with her eyes.

"I can't find my hat," she said. "Have you any idea where it is?"

Kevin smirked and Paula giggled. She was still wearing it, along with her stockings and skimpy underwear. When Tracey and Kevin had undressed her, it was the one item of uniform they had forgotten to remove. Tracey spotted it and reached out and lifted it off, with a big grin on her face. She put it on her own head, checking in the mirror that it was straight and pushed the few loose strands of hair back into the bun as best she could.

"Well, that's me done." She said when she had finished. She glanced out of the window. "It's still raining well. I can't say I fancy point duty in this weather, but there you go."

She picked up her shoulder bag and put it on her shoulder.

"Well thanks for the coffee," she said. "I don't think I've ever had a tea break like that before! My shoes are still a bit damp, but there's not much I can do about that."

"Is there anywhere else that still feels damp?" said Kevin slyly. Tracey looked at him under her eyes.

"My mac does a bit!" she said. "And there is one other place. You know I don't usually go out wetter than I came in!"

Kevin and Paula both laughed. He went into the kitchen and pulled on his pants and trousers and fastened his shirt. 

"I'd better see you out," he said. "Take care, and maybe we'll see you again some time."

"Maybe," said Tracey. "It's been enjoyable and different. Anyway, I'd better go. I should have been at the station five minutes ago."

She bade farewell to them and walked with Kevin down to the lobby. He was about to let her out of the main entrance when they spotted a man at the yellow car she had ticketed on her way in. He had the ticket in his hand and was looking up and down the street.

"He doesn't look very happy," said Kevin.

"No," said Tracey. "And I haven't got time for a confrontation."

"Come with me," said Kevin. "I'll let you out the back way."

He led her across to the opposite side of the building and let her out onto the main shopping street. She looked round cautiously to ensure there were none of her colleagues around and was soon on her way without looking back. Kevin watched her momentarily and then turned and went back to his flat. Paula was lying on the bed in her skimpy underwear waiting for him, slowly fingering herself inside the front of her panties. Kevin felt his cock straining once more and quickly shed his clothes. The hat trick was on...!