This guy I work with, Bob, found himself in a bit of a dilemma. He suddenly found himself having to be in two places at the same time. He'd promised his wife that he'd drop off some cash for her at lunch time. Why he didn't just drop it in the back I don't know. Unfortunately, just as lunchbreak was coming up they had an emergency on the other side of the city and Bob was the expert, so he had to go.
The work option was going to be the winner, no doubt about it, but according to Bob if his wife, Jan, didn't get her hands on the cash he'd be eating burnt offerings for a week. I had nothing on. Could I please just run on over to his place and give Jan the cash.
Like he said, I had nothing on, so I said sure. It wasn't going to take me that long, after all.
Come lunch time I made sure that I had Bob's envelope safely tucked in my pocket and drove over to his place. When I got there I knocked, but there was no answer. I could hear a radio or TV going, so probably Jan couldn't hear me over the noise.
The front door was open so, while I felt uncomfortable just walking in, I'd have felt a damn sight more uncomfortable leaving Jan without the cash she needed or just dumping the envelope on the table.
I wandered in, calling out to Jan.
Now I was passing this bedroom and, as the radio or whatever noisemaker it was seemed to be coming from that room, I glanced in. Jan was there. Her back was to me and she was bent over, burrowing into the bottom of a wardrobe. She was wearing a short skirt that had ridden up, so she was showing me a nice little bottom and mound, covered in lacy panties.
What do I do? Yell louder and give her a fright or just wait a moment until she stand up and turns around, spots me, and gets a fright. I took the third option, didn't I? I stepped up behind her and goosed her. Just a gentle goose, mind you, a soft prod into an admittedly soft part of her anatomy.
Talk about all hell breaking loose. Jan screamed and bounced upright, hands covering her bottom. She spun round and absolutely leapt sidewards and away from me. She landed on the bed and scrabbled back until she was sitting pressed against the headboard, staring at me in shock and gathering fury.
I held up Bob's envelope.
"Ah, hi, Jan. Bob asked me to drop this off."
I tossed the envelope onto the dressing table. Jan's eyes swivelled to look at it and then back to me.
While she was staring at me, I have to admit I was giving her the once over. That scrabbling across the bed had caused her skirt to ride up and her long legs were on full display. As were her panties. She only seemed to be wearing some sort of singlet for a top, semi-transparent, letting me see her nipples and areolas. Her nipples, I was fascinated to note, were standing proud. Apparently the fright had excited her.
"You, you, I thought, oh god, when you touched me, bastard, I really thought it was going to happen to me."
Jan spluttered, trying to find the words to express her feelings. She was rather incoherent but I managed to gather that she was displeased. She had thought that someone had sneaked in and she was about to be raped. That was why the instant panic.
"Nah," I said. "It's just me delivering Bob's envelope. I did knock and call out but you didn't answer. I thought you might be displeased if I left without giving you the cash so I came in. Sorry for the fright. If it's of any help, I'm quite willing to."
Jan looked at the envelope on the dresser and nodded, then considered what I'd said.
"Willing to what?" she asked.
"Rape you. You got the fright and got all excited about what was going to happen and it must be an awful letdown to find it's not going to happen after all, so I'm ready, willing and able."
"I did not get excited," Jan said coldly. "And do you really think I'll agree to being raped?"
"That's the beauty of being raped. You don't have to agree. You can just go right ahead and enjoy it, knowing it's not your fault. And, if you're not excited, you should sue your nipples for false pretensions."
Jan glanced down at her breasts and blushed. Then she went even redder, apparently realising what she was wearing. Not the sort of thing she would normally wear in front of a man.
While Jan was checking her breasts I had other things to do. I reached over and hooked my fingers over her panties and started drawing them down her nice long legs. Jan gave a squeak and grabbed at them.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
I'd have thought it was obvious but I answered politely enough.
"I'm taking off your panties," I said, and went on to explain. "If I have to rape you, one of us has got to do something about getting you ready for it."
With that I gave a slightly harder jerk on her panties, slipping them free from her fingers and, this time, right down her legs and off.
"You can't do that," she protested, a little late in my book, as I'd already done it. Her hands dropped to cover her mound.
