Chapter 1, The Return Trip to Camouflage
The following morning Katy came into work early, so she could prepare Father Charles' order and make sure it shipped on time. He'd ordered ten pairs of size eight panties, in various styles, but he specifically requested no cotton fabrics and only pink, white, or red colored panties. He did not specify a color for the trim or decorative bows.
Katy desperately wanted to talk to Father Charles again, and she made up her mind she'd find a way to make him come to Camouflage. Accordingly, she decided to deliberately sabotage his order, and then he'd be forced to call her back to fix it. Of the ten pairs of panties she selected, three of them were two sizes too small for Father Charles. She smiled mischievously as she closed the shipping box and taped it shut. She couldn't wait to see him wearing a pair of her prettiest pink panties.
* * *
Three days later Father Charles Dodson was pacing nervously on the front porch of St. Joseph's rectory, waiting for the mailman to arrive, which thankfully occurred at the usual time. His heart leapt with joy when he saw a small package in his mailbox, and that it had shipped from Camouflage. He cradled his precious package in his arms and flew up the stairs to his bedroom. He hastily opened the box, and then carefully laid out the contents on his bed, ten pairs of beautiful sexy women's panties! He was over the moon with a feeling of pure joy!
He couldn't wait another second to try them on, and quickly stripped off his clothing. He stepped into each panty, and pulled it slowly up his legs, relishing the feeling of the smooth silky fabric on his legs and genitals. After he made some minor adjustments, he stood in front of his full-length mirror and admired himself. The way his cock and balls showed through the thin material excited him and made him feel pretty and girlish. He was quite satisfied with the first seven panties that he tried on, but when he tried on the eighth panty he quickly realized something was terribly wrong, as they felt very tight on him, and the elastic around the leg opening cut into his thighs. He took them off and tried on the ninth panty with the same results, and the tenth panty was no better. He was sorely disappointed and knew he needed to talk to Katy, but he also saw this as a blessing in disguise. He really wanted to talk to Katy again, and now he had a perfectly legitimate reason to call her; plus he hoped that she might flirt with him like before.
* * *
The following Saturday at 3:00 pm he called the phone number for Camouflage. A pleasant female voice answered on the fourth ring, "Hello, and thank you for calling Camouflage. My name is Marilyn. How can I help you today?"
He felt a bit disappointed, as he was hoping Katy would answer the phone.
"Hello Marilyn, may I speak to Katy please?"
"Certainly Sir, may I ask whose calling?"
He wasn't prepared for this question, "Um...well...tell her it's John Smith calling... about his order."
Earlier in the day Katy had alerted Marilyn to the possibility that Father Charles, pretending to be John Smith, might call today. Marilyn couldn't help chuckling, "Thanks... Mister Smith, please hold."
About ten seconds later he heard Katy's voice, "Okey doke, Marilyn, I've got it." He heard her take a deep breath, "This is Katy."
He felt thrilled to hear her sweet voice again!
"Hello Katy, it's Charles calling from St. Joseph's, remember me?"
She felt her heart beat a little faster, "Of course I remember you, Father Charles. It's really great to hear your voice again," and she meant it; talking to him made her feel so alive!
"Thank you Katy. He paused a bit, "I really enjoyed talking to you...you know, last time. I've never done anything like that before, you know, touching myself while talking to a beautiful woman on the phone. It was wonderful, Katy, something that I'll never forget."
She felt relieved that he was first to mention their phone call the previous week. She wasn't sure how she could gracefully talk to him about how she'd encouraged him to masturbate during their last phone conversation. This call was starting out better that she'd expected.
"Yeah, it was magical for me too, Father, but it's sweet of you to say it first."
There was an awkward silence that lasted a few seconds before Katy chose to change the subject. "So Father Charles, are you happy with your order?"
He didn't want to make her feel defensive so he chose to answer tactfully, "Well Katy, not quite, I absolutely loved seven of the panties you sent me, but unfortunately, three of them are a tad too small. So that's why I'm calling you today."
The phone call was going pretty much as she had planned it, and she decided now would be a good time to flirt with him and see where it led, "I was really hoping you just wanted to talk to me, Father. You did enjoy our last phone conversation, didn't you?"
He took a second or two to savor the memory of that last phone call, and how he had furiously stroked his cock while saying filthy things to her, driving him to a screaming climax.
He laughed, "You fucking know I did Katy, and you did too, you little slut!"
She pretended to be offended and scolded him, "That's no way for a priest to talk, Father."
He laughed again, "You're right Katy, I apologize."
She knew now was the time to make her move, "Oh, that's ok Father, I forgive you. Now, about your order, I think it would be best if you come down to the store with the panties that don't fit, and then we can sort this problem out."
He thought about how exciting it would be to see her in person, and took a few delicious seconds to picture her naked body, "I'll stop by tomorrow... after mass."
"Okey doke Father, I'll be here, and I promise... I'll make things right for you."
* * *
Father Charles could hardly wait for mass to be over, and he deliberately made his sermon as short as possible. After mass he made the usual small talk with his parishioners outside the church. Thankfully this Sunday there weren't any blabbermouths; it also helped that it was raining steadily. He politely refused all of the generous offers to Sunday supper from his flock.
By 2:00 pm he was in his car, headed downtown to Camouflage. He couldn't wait to see Katy, and drove a bit faster than he normally would on the wet roadways. He wore his black cleric's clothing, but he did hide his identity by wearing a long raincoat, with a hood over his head. He'd stuffed the three pairs of panties that were too small in his coat pocket.
This time when he arrived at Camouflage he didn't hesitate outside the entrance, but walked straight inside. He quickly scanned the room and spotted Katy and her cousin standing behind the checkout counter and chatting away with an elderly looking woman, while her purchases were being tallied. As the woman turned to leave she whispered something to the two girls that made them laugh.
After the woman left the store Marilyn exclaimed in a loud voice, "I can't believe she just told us that! That's really crazy!"
Katy giggled, "Yeah, but I think it's sweet too. A sixty-five year old woman who still loves her husband so much that she shaves her pussy for him!"
The two women shared a good laugh for a bit. Marilyn was the first to notice Father Charles' presence, and nudged her cousin with her elbow. Katy looked over at him, and gave him a warm smile.
"Hello Mr. Smith. Welcome to Camouflage!"
He waved timidly; still paranoid that someone might recognize him.