Choice Tales from the Vale – (291) The Collector
Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north, but it’s in the Village of Great Trotwood where the participants of the tale live their lives.
But Colin Wild had the afternoon off, so he drove into Abbeyvale to do a bit of shopping, nothing major just toiletries and the like, and he got most of what he wanted at Harvey’s Pharmacy, and it was after leaving the shop when he bumped into an acquaintance coming out of a very expensive lingerie establishment.
The nature of that acquaintance was of a more intimate hue than pure friendship, but for proprieties sake they had to maintain the façade of friendship as he was the Curate of St Timothy’s in Great Trotwood and she was wealthy married woman, Candice Robinson, and her husband was a local bigwig.
“Hello darling” she said, and air kissed him, and then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No, you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe?” he asked
Unmoved by his enquiry she shook her head disappointedly.
“You still owe me a pair anyway” she said quietly
“Yes” he agreed “they’re in my glove compartment”
“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Candy said
“What a great idea” he said “There’s a great framer in market street, they’ll look great hanging in the Vestry”
“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing
The reason he was in possession of an expensive pair of her slightly soiled black silk knickers was because he had removed them from her tidy bod during a late-night tryst in a quiet wood on the outskirts of Little Trottwood.
However, before she could redress after the act they were almost discovered only minutes after he had withdrawn.
“Have you got time for a coffee?” she asked
“I do” he replied so they went into a coffee house, a nice one, Café Société, not one of the chains, a very swanky establishment.
Colin ordered the drinks as Candice sat in the corner and when he joined her he said
“I wouldn’t mind adding to my collection” he mused, and she blushed knowing he was referring to her knickers again and then after a few moments she said
“You’re not having the new ones”
“Well I’ll settle for the ones your wearing now” Colin said and smiled as she blushed scarlet
A few minutes later they left the comfort of the plush upholstered sofas and went off to the loo.
Twenty minutes later they returned in tandem and Candice walked through the coffee shop sans panties and when she sat down she giggled.
“Wow that was very saucy” she said “and you know I like saucy”
“How do you feel?” he asked as he fondled the warm silk fabric in his pocket
“I always feel good afterwards” she whispered
“I meant, how do you feel going commando” he explained “in public”
“It felt really dirty” she replied “but in a good way, it’s very liberating”
“Good” he said “I can’t wait until the next time I liberate you”