I lost a bet...
My partner supplied random information... a person, a setting, etc... and demanded a story to approve for publication here
This is my third attempt.
Purely FYI: For each failed attempt there have been consequences...
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"Hi."
She'd caught up with me, at the communal mailbox. She being Sylvie, my neighbour from a few doors away since earlier in the year. We'd been sort of circling each other from some time now. "Hi." I leafed through the, well, snail mail spam...because that's all it was. "I wish they'd just leave a garbage can here, save us packing this stuff home."
"Good idea." She was leafing through the contents of her own box. Hot lady this one. Nice and tight. Well maintained. Stuffing it all back in her box, she locked it and said, "Care to go for a drive?"
No point in delaying it. I mean, well, it was a lovely summer evening. Pushing the junk back in my box and locking it, I said, "Sure..."
We made some desultory small talk about her new car. It was a few months old now but I'd not been in it. She was still very pleased with it.
I should say here that I wasn't avoiding her. I'd actually wandered down the road a few times over the past 2 or 3 days but I just never seemed to run into her and it wasn't something, well, how do you explain?
"Any particular destination in mind?" I asked, turning slightly on the seat to watch her. Yes, she was good looking...petite brunette. Nice, bare, legs emerging from the slightly rucked up summer skirt - good cleavage highlighted by the scoop-neck top.
"How about if we just head up the coast a few klics?"
"Sounds good." It was a lovely night, going to be a spectacular sunset. I said so, in those words, almost adding, 'to be out with a gorgeous woman.' But that wouldn't have done.
The elephant in the room, well, one of the elephants in the car, to be accurate on all counts, was the sexual tension. It did exist. We'd been in each other's respective places for tea. She'd started that touching-the-arm thing females do and the parting hugs tended to stretch just a little. And I can't say she didn't create that certain stirring and tingling. Moreover, from where I was sitting there were nipples at least in some relief within the scoop-neck top.
But we were both too long in the tooth to simply leap. Not with someone living on the doorstep. I mean, when it goes sideways, and experience for both of us indicated it likely would...well, we'd have to sneak to the mailbox for god's sake...
Which brought the other elephant into the vehicle. Or rather she did. She'd pulled into a turnout- layby, for a mailbox strangely enough, but it was ideally placed to look out at the sunset over the smooth calm water. There was no one else around. I was wondering how to raise the topic, really, I was, when she simply slipped a hardcopy face up on the dashboard.
To say I snatched it up was understatement. I hadn't expected a hardcopy!
Read photo. Hard-core bondage.
"My account was hacked."
That was what I'd planned to say when I wandered around looking for her. It didn't fly.
Cocking her head, disbelieve etched in her mouth and eyes, she said, "Must be terribly embarrassing. Did it go out to your whole address book?"
My palms were sweaty and my hands shaking. I slipped the hardcopy photo on the dashboard, the only place to put it actually...but face down! Who prints full colour hardcopy photos these days? Since I also had a bulge starting, I nonchalantly dropped my hands to that area. Only to have her eyes follow every move.
To say something, as much as anything, I said, "It's not me."
Unfortunately, the colouring was right. Exact actually. So although she hadn't seen the equipment prominently on display ( very prominently on display as it happened! In the pic that is!) she was going to take some convincing that it wasn't the younger, well, 'me'.
And I had no idea how to even begin...
Interrupting my reverie, she said, "Tell you what. I'm going to give you an either or. Some of the girls have suggested..."
"Some of the girls?!" I gasped, stunned.
"Some of the girls have suggested something," she repeated, "so I'm going to suggest you remove your shoes and put them on the road beside the car and we can begin."
My mind was still reeling. As you might expect. 'Girls?-how many?-which girls? 'Etc etc etc. It might have been a moment before it registered, giving me another jolt. "Shoes?!"
"Yes." She was flushing a bit but clearly had rehearsed the spiel and worked herself up so on she went. The short version is the 'girls' hadn't actually seen the photo, nor did they know who had emailed it, and they had only the vaguest description of the contents - although it was horrifyingly late in her little speech before she got to any of that vital info - but what had been suggested was a game of 'truth or dare' and she had refined into something she thought might be both, quote, 'well, a watershed one way or the other in our relationship' and, quote, she had the whatever to shrug-blush faintly at this point, 'maybe even a bit of fun,' unquote.
From what I could gather the fun would be
