Chapter 8
Lunch With Lainey
Lainey called me on my mobile to arrange our lunch date for Wednesday. We agreed to meet at The Fludyers at one p.m. She advised me not to worry if she was not on time, as occasionally, work got in the way of fun.
On Wednesday, I set off to Felixstowe at nine p.m. and decided to go to the police station in the town on the way to advise the property would not be occupied full-time for the next few months.
At the station front desk, the duty officer asked how he could help me.
He was about twenty-eight years old, had a nice smile, was six foot tall and was very polite.
I explained what I had come for and asked if they would keep an eye on the home of my daughter, Mandy Broad.
The officer said they would do that for me.
He asked for the following details.
Owner name and address. A description of the house. Were any security cameras fitted? Was an alarm system installed? I gave him all the details.
I advised him the car belonging to my daughter or myself would be at the house mainly and an invited visitor occasionally.
I gave him the car registration details, and he asked me for my address and mobile number, all the time appraising my upper body and face, the lower part of me hidden by the counter.
I smiled at him as I noticed him staring.
He confidently scribbled on the back of a business card, passed it to me, and said with implication. If you need anything, at any time, Mrs Silitti, day or night, call me."
I said as I took it.
"I may take you up on that."
I turned and walked to the door, knowing he was now appraising my bum and legs. I turned my head, catching him staring at me.
"Thanks, PC Fred, see you soon."
I got in my car and saw him watching through the door, so I waved at him as I drove off.
I entered Mandy's house driveway through the automatic gates, which closed behind me, and collected the mail from the post box on the gate. I parked the car to be visible to the street and entered the house, feeling strange entering the empty house.
I opened some windows to air the place and went upstairs, made four beds and emptied the dirty clothes hamper onto the floor.
I sorted the washing on my hands and knees on the floor, with the basket contents tipped out, where two pairs of knickers caught my attention.
I held up a lacy deep purple and a white cotton pair.
I bought them to my face and sniffed them deeply and inhaling the musky pussy aroma of Mandy.
I pulled myself out of my perverted thoughts, went down and set the washer going and noted I had time to do another wash before meeting Lainey for lunch.
I sat at the dining room table with the post I had picked up when I parked, daydreaming of Mandy while looking through the front window.
I saw a police car slowly pass by, and then a couple of minutes later, it passed by from the opposite direction even more slowly.
I smiled, thinking it was wonderful what a little flirting can do.
I sorted the post and dumped the spam mail in the kitchen waste bin.
I trotted upstairs to mooch in the master bedroom, which I had done in my daughter's bedroom from when she was about eleven years old till she was sixteen, when one day, I found two packets of condoms in her dresser.
I wanted to confront her about them.
Bill dissuaded me from doing it, he explained. When she was fifteen years old, she became aware that other girls were having sex with their boyfriends. She mentioned it to Bill, and he gave her the right advice about waiting till the right one, not letting a boy force her into anything and told her if she felt she had found the right boy, never trust him with birth control. He had given her the condoms.
He suggested I should talk to her about the pill when the time was right when she became sexually active. I did talk soon after the discovery.
No condoms now, but plenty of sexy corsets, left not packed and taken with her, with a view of buying more in America, no doubt.
I felt her underwear differently, knowing she had worn it on her beautiful body.
I found something hard in the bottom of one drawer. It was a white vibrator, about eight inches long, one and a half inches in diameter, not as thick as John's cock.
I sniffed it, but it had no aroma, no pussy scent.
I stroked and handled the life-like latex vibrator, my perverted acts having no boundaries, I licked, sucked, turned the knurled end control, and it vibrated into life, which made me jump and almost drop it.
It seemed a strong vibration, not that I had anything to compare it to as I had never owned or used one.
I only had seen them at an Anne Summers party that a work colleague had got me to attend.
Impulsively, I put the vibrator, wrapped in the worn knickers, into an air-tight bag and my handbag. Resisting a growing urge to try the fake cock there and then.
I even congratulated myself for my restraint, but failing to see the stealing of her soiled panties and the hidden vibrator was equally as bad.
I went to the kitchen and checked the washing.
With only ten minutes of the wash cycle left, I made a cup of tea, waited and pondered what Mandy was doing, hoping she was okay.
The bleeping washing machine signalled I could empty and load it again to set it to washing.
I checked my appearance and drove to The Fludyers to meet Lainey.
We greeted each other as old friends with hugs and kisses, surprising as it was the second time we had met.
I was never touchy freely before my afternoon with Lisi, always a little reserved with anyone other than Bill and a couple of other people I had relationships with.
I liked Lainey and welcomed her hugs and kisses.
