I was asked about my previous work. Here is one of my earlier stories, it is part one of a multi-part story. Let me know if you would like to see subsequent parts. Don't forget to vote and please comment either way.
Sarah worked in the dry cleaning shop in the high street. Tom came in to collect some cleaning that he had left there a few days before. There was a bit of a problem immediately because Sarah couldn't find the correct items at first. She became a little flustered and blushed as she sorted through the rack for a third time. Her uniform tabard, held together by three press-studs at the side, was now only held together by one, the other two having been pulled open as she searched. Tom viewed her embarrassment with some amusement. Tom was an accountant in chambers with a local firm who specialised in agricultural and small business accounts.
"I'm so sorry sir, I can't think what has become of your cleaning, I can see from your ticket that my colleague took care of it, I'm afraid I will have to ask him about it."
Tom looked at her flushed face, a strand on her hair had come adrift and was hanging over her forehead. "Ok, so ask him." He said.
"I'm afraid he is out for most of this afternoon, but I will try to ring him if you would like to wait." She was recovering her composure now.
"Your colleague," Tom asked "Is he your boyfriend?"
"Oh No!" she giggled "He's in his forties, just a bit too old for me, and married." She was twenty.
Tom smiled and said, "I'll call back later. But I warn you, if you haven't found my stuff, there'll be a penalty to pay."
"I'm sure that won't be necessary sir," she replied," "It must be here somewhere. Should the worst have happened and in the event of loss there will of course be compensation."
"Hmm," Tom murmured, "We'll no doubt discuss it later. See you!" with that he left the shop.
"Fred!" Sarah spoke into the phone, "I've had a Mr. Ward in and I can't find his suit!" She listened for a moment "Yeah, Ticket number 46752." "You what? No wonder I couldn't find it! When will you have it back here?...... Oh God he's coming back later, I don't know what he'll say." As she put the phone down another customer came into the shop.
Tom Ward went back to the shop later that afternoon. He drew himself up to his full height and looking at her name badge, said "Well, Sarah, have you found my dinner suit?"
"Yes, Mr. Ward, But I am afraid it is not here just at the moment. My colleague found a small stain that had not come out and took it with him this afternoon to rectify it. It will be back later just about closing time at 5.30." she smiled at him, her sweet clear smile on her beautiful complexion enchanted Tom they exchanged an eye to eye moment.
"I see," said Tom, "then in recompense, I think you should do something for me."
"What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"Well I think the least you can do is to have dinner with me tonight and maybe take in a film." Tom studied her face, a glimmer of a smile appeared on her face for a mere moment. "She'll come!" he thought to himself.
She looked him directly in the eye and weighed him up. He seemed a fairly straight sort of guy, she had nothing else planned so why not? "Thank you, I'll be delighted."
They met at the appointed place in the town centre and he looked very pleased to see her. "I was not confident that you would come." He said as he kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"I will admit I did wonder whether I should, but here I am!" She stood in front of him that warm summer evening, her arms stretched wide, "Will I do?" she asked with smile. He looked at her. She had on a light summer button through dress with a square neckline and a cardigan handing loosely over her shoulders.
"Yes" he almost whispered.
She slipped her arm through his and asked, "Where are we going for dinner?"
The restaurant was only a short walk away, Sarah having dropped her cardigan off her shoulders revealing the little cap sleeves on her dress as soon as they were seated. They had a good meal, where they laughed a lot, learnt something about each other and enjoyed a very nice bottle of wine. They seemed to be getting on very well, when over coffee, Tom took her left hand and clasped it in both of his. He spoke, not catching her eye, and said, "Sarah, I love your dress you are wearing tonight and I wonder if you will do something for me?"
She looked at him with a twinkle in her eye and said with a slight giggle, "What? Do you want to borrow it?" Then she laughed out loud.
He grinned and said "Not quite, but I would like to wear it on Sunday to come out with me again."
She was a bit nonplussed, but looked at him and said, "who said I was going to go out with you on Sunday?"
He sighed, "Well nobody, actually, but I shall love it if you will. It'll be great , we'll have a day by the river, take a picnic, it'll be great!"
She smiled and said, "sounds lovely, I'd love to come!"
They left the restaurant and headed for the cinema. There was a big crush in the foyer. "This seems to a popular venue tonight!" Tom said, "it's that Harry Potter film, shall we see something else?" They found a romantic comedy which they could see pretty well straight away so opted for that. Tom went over and bought the tickets and in they went. He had not told her that he had bought double seats, she gave a little squeal of delight as she saw them.
They sat holding hands watching the film and at one point the lead couple were in the bedroom, the woman dressed in a satin nightdress. In a moment of passion her husband ripped the nightie from top to bottom and leapt on her. "That's the sort of nightie that I like." Whispered Tom.
"Satin?" questioned Sarah.
"No, one that tears easily!" came the reply. She giggled and slapped his thigh, "You are a naughty boy!" Tom reached across and grabbed her slapping hand and held it to his thigh. Nothing was said, but she turned her head and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"You never know," she whispered, "if we get to know each other well enough.........." Tom turned to meet her upturned face and they kissed on the lips. They kissed a second time then Tom moved in order to put his arm round her shoulders and pulled her to him. His free hand held hers in her lap until he freed it from her grip and slid the tips of his fingers through the gap between two of the buttons at her waist. She did not object when he slipped one of the buttons undone which allowed him to insert his hand into the gap and touch her bare skin underneath.
As they kissed again, Tom worked his hand up to the underside of her bra. Sarah's response was to push her tongue into his mouth. Emboldened, her lifted the bra cup away from her breast and caressed her gently. His thumb and forefinger slowly rolled her nipple back and forth. Because he still effectively had his hand through her dress at waist level, his action had bunched her dress at the top and hoisted the skirt up her legs, revealing a goodly length of thigh in the subdued light of the cinema.
He released her other breast from its bra cup and began to smooth his hand over it. She murmured something, he didn't hear what she said. "Are you comfortable?" he asked quietly, meaning the situation rather than literally.
She drew her head away from him for a moment to say "I'd rather take the thing off,- I'll go to the loo." She extracted herself from his embrace and off she went holding the front of her dress closed.
She seemed to be gone a long time and Tom wondered if she had left, but her cardigan was still on her seat. Eventually she came back with her bra folded into her fist. She handed it to him as she sat down. He couldn't resist saying, "Oh! The bra! I thought you meant the dress!" She turned to him and put out her tongue but, took his hand in hers and guided it to the button above that which he had already undone. He soon had her dress undone to the waist and both breasts free from their confines.
They kissed again whilst he caressed her breasts gently. "Perhaps another time you'd like me to sit here in my bra and panties." She murmured between kisses. "I'd prefer you without either." He replied.
"You're being greedy." She remarked, - "and very naughty!"
The film was coming to a close, so it would soon be time to leave. "Do you want to put your bra back on?" Tom asked her.
"No," she replied, "put it in your pocket." He did as he was bid and they walked out of the cinema with their arms round each other. He noticed that the top button of her dress was still undone, so he had a fine view down her cleavage. He felt duty bound to make her aware of this. She looked up at him and told him that it was a little thank you present for a lovely night out.
He suddenly realized that he had no idea where she lived. "Can I walk you home?" he asked, "or should we get a taxi?"
"Neither, you can walk with me to the bus stop if you like." He protested that they should get a taxi, but she insisted that she would take the bus home. When they go to the stop, the bus was already in and she had to run to catch it. As the bus drew away he put his hand into his pocket and found her bra.
The next day at lunchtime, Mr. Ward of flat 803 The Old Warehouse, bore ticket no. 46752 back to the dry cleaning shop to be confronted by a cheerful man in his forties. "Yes sir, can I help you?" Tom silently handed over his ticket and kept the small plastic bag containing a woman's brassiere out of sight. Damn! "I'm sorry about the mix up sir," he heard the man saying.
"That's OK." He replied.
"Is there anything else we can help you with?" the man asked.
"No, no, that's fine thank you." Tom said and left the shop.
Three times that afternoon he found an excuse to leave the office to walk past the dry cleaners and sneak a look to see if Sarah was in there. No luck. It was Friday afternoon and he wanted to make sure that she was still wanting to go on the picnic with him. Even close to closing time he waited across the street, but it was no good, she didn't put in an appearance. There was only one thing for it. He would have to stake out the shop on Saturday.
