Angel In The Closet (Part One)
Colin Capel had known Angela Purcell for a little over six years.
She was in his wife Jane’s bible study group, which was held at his house every five or six weeks.
At the time of their first meeting she was 34 and he was 12 years her senior.
Angela stood a towering 4 feet 11 in her stocking feet and when he saw her face with those large saucer eyes and a warm mesmerizing smile it was a pivotal moment for him.
They hit it off immediately and he was instantly attracted to her even before he heard her speak in her Roedean educated posh totty voice.
He’d always been turned on by posh birds and turned off by common ones.
For him there was no greater turn off than to see a spectacularly beautiful woman open her mouth and speak in a rough colloquial accent.
But sexy as her accent might have been and as remarkably beautiful as Angela’s face was, her figure on the other hand was singularly unremarkable.
She had short chubby legs, a flat chest and a barely distinguishable waist.
Although her bum was altogether a different proposition and each buttock was beautifully defined inside her khaki cargos.
Despite being attracted to her though, nothing ever came of it, Colin was married and Angela was a good Christian girl.
But whether it was a bible study group, or a social or just the after service mingle they always gravitated to each other.
She was an unmarried lass, who remained single and had never even dated anyone in the years he had known her, Colin never understood why.
They would see each other on a semi regular basis and when they did there would always be a hug and a kiss.
Apart from the physical attraction Colin also admired her for her work ethic, Angela was a hard working girl, holding down three part time jobs.
She worked Monday to Wednesday at Abbotts Gardens Centre, Thursdays and Fridays she worked for Dustbusters domestic cleaning services and at weekends she worked in the café and bookshop at St Joseph’s church, which was situated on the verge of the town centre.
With all the hours she worked it was perhaps little wonder she didn’t have time for a relationship.
The cupboard incident occurred on one of his rare Sunday Service appearances, for although Colin was a Christian he was not one of its finest examples.
He had no problem with the God side of things or his Son’s sacrifice on the cross.
What he struggled with was the church and its hypocrisy.
So he became a hatches, matches and dispatches kind of Christian who in addition dutifully turned out for the bigger events in the church calendar.
His wife Jane on the other hand was the real deal as was Angela.
Colin was not as he had far too much lust in his heart to be a true Christian.
Even in church he allowed his libidinous eye to wander over the bounty of the female worshippers of the congregation, which to him always felt deliciously dirty.
He wasn’t sure if the reason it felt so good, or so bad, was because it was so obviously inappropriate or just the fact that he was ogling the Christian maids in their Sunday best.
Whatever the reason he thought it was very nice, very wrong, but very nice.
So that morning of the closet incident was an ordinary Sunday in every respect other than the fact Colin had decided to accompany his wife to the service.
They were stood at the back of the church chatting to Mrs Patmore, who managed the café and bookshop both of which closed during the service.
Just at the moment Colin had decided he had heard enough from Mrs Patmore and would excuse himself and find a seat, Angela appeared.
“Hello stranger” she said and reached up and gave Colin a kiss and a hug.
“Hi my little angel” he said and reciprocated her embrace
“Is the shop closed Angela?” Mrs Patmore said sharply
“Yes” Angela replied “but I need till rolls”
“They’re in the stationary cupboard” She said “But they’re on the top shelf”
“Ok” Angela said, “I’ll use the steps”
“Oh they’re a bit rickety” Mrs Patmore said and looked at her watch “I’ll have to help you”
“Colin can do that” Jane suggested “can’t you dear?”
“Oh yes” Colin agreed well used to being volunteered
“He probably won’t even need the steps,” she boasted.
Jane was proud of the fact her husband was so tall and was always volunteering him for height related jobs, he didn’t mind really.
And even if he hadn’t fancied Angela helping her would still have been preferable to talking with Mrs Patmore.
“Ok, lead on McDuff” Colin said and Angela trotted off ahead of him back the way she had come.
The bookshop was on the ground floor of the annex, which also housed the meeting rooms, café, offices and storage.
Angela paused at the bottom of the narrow stairs
“After you” he insisted
“Always the gentleman” she said and started up the staircase
Of course it was nothing to do with being gentlemanly the reason he let Angela go first was so he could ogle her fleshy buttocks as they wiggled inside her familiar cargo pants.
All too soon they reached the top and she turned left down the long corridor that serviced the offices and the stationary cupboard was at the very end.