My divorce's Decree Absolute arrived a month ago.
Obviously it wasn't a surprise; but at 28 and it all being my fault because I couldn't keep my knickers up, it still left me feeling a bit deflated.
I love sex and had done for over of 13 years; and I had been quite wild during my courtship and the early days of my marriage to Dara my Irish ex-husband; with very little if anything being out of bounds; but that stopped when; after selling our flats a month before the wedding and waiting for our new house to be finished being built, we moved in with his mad Mother.
Jesus! That woman was a fucking nightmare ..... everything I did or said was a problem and Dara never stood up for me;which really shouldn't have accounted for my behaviour outside wedlock; but a girl has needs .... and three weeks after vowing monogamy; I had a knee trembler behind a pub in town.
This started something of a downward spiral sexually for me; fucking and sucking a variety of men on Friday nights over the next nine months while we lived in the witch's coven. After a while I had the feeling Dara 'knew' or at least suspected what I was up to; and got a thrill at being cucked as his libido suddenly picked up when I arrived home late at night, or occasionally 'glowing' after sex in a car park; but the marriage ended messily following one argument too many with his Mother, this time about some new tattoos I'd got; and him suddenly bringing up my suspected infidelity much to his Mum's poisonous pleasure.
I moved out that night and in with a girl from work and I didn't contest the divorce action.
Oddly enough my Decree Nisi arrived the same day we sold the house; which gave me enough for a deposit on a flat across town; which kind of brings me to what I want to tell you about that happened five months ago.
I'd already moved in and all the main things were in place and had got to the stage of buying things to make it nicer; and one Friday afternoon had to go to a Courier office on an industrial estate to collect a large parcel.
The box was bigger than I'd expected and I was having problems getting it into my Mini One; which is where the events you want to hear about began.
As it was a sunny day I was wearing a sleeveless cardigan with the top 3 or 4 buttons undone that as usual showed a lot of my 34 DD cleavage and a short black and white kilt with pleats; topped off with a pair of Vans sneakers.
Nothing out of the ordinary for me, if you know me.
As I was struggling I realised a group of young black men standing around the entrance of another unit were cheering and laughing at my problems; then with me half inside the car with my left foot on the sill and bent double; a gust of wind blew the back of my skirt up, revealing my pink and black thong to the group .... which raised a loud cheer.
"Bastards!" I thought as I straightened the back of the skirt than continued trying to get the box in a space it was probably too big for.
A moment or too later another gust of wind repeated my dilemma; whipping my skirt up even further; which raised a louder cheer and some clapping.
Before I knew it I was joined by a tall grinning black youth, standing behind me.
"Here girlfriend." He sniggered, "Can I help you?"
"What do you think?" I snorted.
"Will this help?" He laughed as he grabbed my hips and gently pushed me onto the box.
There was more laughter from his friends so I pushed back and stood up.
"What do you think you're doing?" I angrily asked.
The tall gangly fella grinned, exposing a gold tooth and threw his arms up in mock defence ... "Just trying to help, girlfriend .... just trying to help!" More of his friends were now watching and laughing. "I'm pretty used to forcing big things into tight holes."
"I bet you are." I nervously chuckled.
"Try again girlfriend so I can see what you're doing wrong."
I cocked my head to one side and gave him my 'can I trust you' look then across to his friends who were lapping up the fun, at my expense. I resumed my position, with my foot on the sill and bending over; knowing full well that he could easily see up my skirt if he wanted and I presumed he did.
"Can you see what I'm doing wrong?" I teased as I pushed my arse further in the air.
"I'm not seeing anything wrong at this end girlfriend." He laughed and put both his hands on my arse cheeks which must have been exposed!
"Hey!" I squealed, "stop that!"
"Just trying to help!"
I moved backwards to get out of the car; but he kept his bony fingers on my arse as I did.
As I turned to wag my finger to admonish him, his hand was still under my kilt and flicked the front up so he and his friends got a quick flash of my pubes through the mesh front of my thong.
"Hey!" I scowled again; but he just stepped back, hands in the air pleading his innocence.
It's fair to say that the whole scenario was now turning me on ..... and he knew it.
"What's in the box?" He asked in all seriousness.
"Two lamps?"
"Well," he theatrically thought while holding his chin in his hand; "Why don't we take them out of the box and see if they will fit in the back seats then?"
Sure enough there was a load of packaging inside; and the lamps easily and safely fit on the back seat.
"Do I get a reward?" My new friend asked.
"I think you've had enough rewards for one day." I laughed then turned to see his friends grinning in our direction.
"Oh come on girlfriend; surely I get a little sugar for being your knight in shining armour? Something for my Wank Bank"
"Your what?"
"My Wank Bank ..... sexy memories for when I'm all alone in my bedroom!"