These characters are not real. Names and places have not been changed. Similar events may have happened in the past to similar characters but this story is purely fictitious. Any similarities to persons live or dead are purely coincidental....
Nigel and Katherine started out as customers of Sarah's business when their children were tiny babies. Some ten years on they have become good friends. Reciprocating meals at each other's houses and similar holiday interests helped the relationship flourish. We were always slightly suspicious that maybe they were repressed swingers as the conversation very often would have sexual connotations on the rare occasions the kids weren't about.
When I started my lingerie and sex toys business, Nigel's son, who is a bit of a computing and internet whizz, seemed to be a good ally. They happily offered advice and support and became regular customers, not at all shy about what they were purchasing and providing regular feedback on how well certain products performed.
Nigel had never actually come out and said it but it was quite obvious he had the hots for Sarah. At a generous C cup, she is somewhat better endowed than his wife and is a lot more feminine, whereas Katherine is all tomboy and fitness fanatic. Nigel is an ex army officer. We never really knew exactly what he did in the army but he used to be some kind of physical trainer and taught sport a lot. He also fixed sporting injuries and when he came out landed a nice cushy job as a trainer for some personal training company. Though a nice guy, he was a little full of himself and fancied himself as a bit of a Bruce Willis kind of character complete with a shaved head and other bits too.
"Being in the army," he once said, "you develop a fairly comprehensive shaving routine."
Oh really. Did we need to know that? Thanks to a verbal slip from his young daughter, we also knew Katherine had a "fairly comprehensive shaving routine" as well.
Last summer, Sarah and I decided to do something different and hired a caravan for a long weekend. Our eldest was just about old enough to look after himself and our daughter went to stay with a friend. Immediately Nigel found out he thought it was such a good idea the bugger went and booked one as well. Only he had to take his slightly younger kids with them. Whilst we enjoyed their company we had looked forward to a bit of 'adult time' to ourselves. Something which now seemed rather less likely. However, as time went on, they constantly enthused about nice long walks in the country and going to this place and that, so we soon realized that we wouldn't see much of them.
As it turned out we didn't see them at all on the Friday. We spent the afternoon a playing with a few new 'toys' and had a very pleasant meal at a nearby pub. They had pool tables so we shot a few rounds much to the pleasure of the local lads, as Sarah had a fairly short skirt and very low cut top on and she took great delight in bending over the table flashing her thong to those behind and her ample cleavage to those in front. One lad managed a passing grope of her arse whilst walking past to the toilets. She stuck her arse out deliberately so that he got her again on the way back.
"Excuse me!" she said with a smile. I even managed to rub the tip of a pool cue between her legs on a couple of occasions. A bit of harmless fun which meant she was more than ready for more when we got back to the caravan.
On the Saturday we went shopping in the main town. I was hoping to find some good old fashion changing cubicles with curtains but they seem few and far between these days. Nigel texted us to suggest drinks after dinner so we agreed our caravan at 7.30. They would leave their kids to their own devices for an hour or two as they were only a couple of hundred yards away. All the walking was causing Sarah some hip pain so we returned to the caravan mid afternoon. I tried to massage her hip but didn't manage to ease the pain much. My occasionally wayward hands provided at least some distraction from it along with a gin and tonic or two. Her hip problem had become known between us as 'Hippy Clicks' after the nineties record "No Hippy Chicks" and the fact that it often clicks out of place.
Still in some pain we decided against more pool with the boys and opted for a Chinese takeaway and telly before the arrival of Nigel and Katherine and a few bottles including a bottle of champagne at 19.30 prompt.
The champers didn't last long and neither did the first two bottles of wine. Sarah was visibly uncomfortable at first but the alcohol eased things a little. Nigel was aware of Sarah's ongoing hip problem and seeing a possible opportunity offered his services. He suggested a muscle relaxant to ease the tension in the upper leg muscles and some major manipulation and massage to try and free up the joint a little.
Sarah was somewhat apprehensive at the thought of Nigel getting to 'manipulate' her.
"Well I haven't got any shorts or anything to wear" she protested.
"That's alright," he said "you only need a pair of pants." He eyeballed her deadpan trying to show some sympathy and sincerity.
"But but they're not exactly decent." she stumbled.
I realized that of course we'd come away for a dirty weekend so she had left all her granny pants far behind. The best she would have would be a lace thong. I thought about this and realized it could get interesting so I piped up.
"Sarah. I'll be with you and make sure he behaves himself. I don't think you have anything he's not seen before and if he can help ease your hip it must be worth a little embarrassment. I promise I won't leave you alone."
"And I promise I won't do anything other than help you." chimed in Nigel. "You sort yourself out and we'll go and get that tablet." and both he and Katherine disappeared.
Sarah looked at me. "What?" I asked.
"I only have sexy knickers here. See through thongs and stuff. I don't really want him 'manipulating' my hip while I'm wearing those."
I thought for a second. "Well look. At worst he'll see the outline of your pubes through the lace front. You only have a small area so it's not like they'll poking out everywhere. I'll be there so I'm sure he'll be completely professional and if it's better afterwards then where's the problem?"
