Eventually though, the bliss of erotic love making runs out of energy. Even such as Simon and Tamara had just shared in as they dramatically turned this corner of their lives.
He lifted his body up on his arms and looked at her quizzically.....So she quizzically looked back at him.
"I don't know what you planned to have on.....y'know....under the dress, on our wedding day? He said furtively, trying to capitalise on the moment.
"You can't know that babey!" "That's for the bride to know, and you to find out." "For....your....self, on THE big day." She states, running a finger down the bridge of his nose. "Oh and while we're at it." She says with just a hint of annoyance in her tone. "It is Thursday y'know.....THE big day!"
"Yea Thursday I know." Protests Simon.
"Well don't you think I'd 'ave that side of things covered, along with EVERYTHIN' else." She said, mildly frustrated, trying to remind him that this 'far off event' was looming pretty imminent and not the far off distant speck it had remained for so long.
"Coarse, yea." "But." He continued. And shuffled slightly.
"But." He continued. "I had this thought, well, I thought...."
"Yee...ss." Where was he going with this, she pondered as he drew on some courage.
"I'd like it, VERY much (he carried on slowly as he lay on one elbow and fingered the duvet cover with his free hand) if you were to wear the same thing you had on last...." He had to think. "Friday?" "Yea, last Friday, Saturday, whatever it was."
Tamara suddenly had the dirtiest look in her eyes, yet she also fidgeted embarrassedly at his suggestion. The very idea made her wet.
"Ooh, your a naughty boy Simon!" "Aren't you!" "But I think..." And then her mind flashed back to the morning after the hen do, of her humiliation at the hands of Amelia in front of the other girls that had felt beneath the surface, like a locker room slut shaming.
"Yea I think I threw them out." She said snippily. "Cheap tat anyway." She ended with just a touch of regret, for the idea had actually sent a thrill up her.
She looked suddenly at Simon who now sauntered across the room naked to reach inside a draw.
Straightaway her brain registered the colour from a flash of red material in his hand, and as he flicked his wrist a pair of familiar knickers whizzed up into the air before abruptly slowing, the light material unable to gain purchase against the seemingly solid air mass of the bedroom. They landed slightly crumpled onto Tamara's naked stomach and slid down on the cover.
She snatched at them instinctively, a look of incredulity on her shocked face.
"How?" She mouthed the words out loud. "You little sod!!" She threw at him. "You've....how did you get these?" She demanded. Her mind, back again to the b+b and Amelia's little stunt. She suddenly raised her voice.
"Amelia!" "Did you get these from Amelia!" "Did you get these from her?"
Simon laughed nervously.
"No, please don't blame her!" "I literally had to beg as a one time life's favour for her to get these from you, and somehow she did!"
Tamara's mouth was agape. Somewhere in there, she felt flattered that an item of such intimate significance to her (given what she'd done in those slutty, tramp knickers) could be so desired for him to be this crafty, but that was buried deep. She was embarrassed, and the fury she felt over being betrayed and humiliated spurred her to action.
"You little swine Simon!" She uttered as she advanced on him. It was payback time, Amelia could wait, would wait she told herself. She could deal with her collaborator in chief, and she would!
She dropped the pants where she was and stretched out a big, angry thigh before lifting up off the bed to stride purposefully towards him.
She was a strong woman which Simon admired, and a few stone heavier too. Her larger build was much sexier than some lithe model to him, but the way she was coming at him now, her angry and purposeful movements filled with intent, made him cower, her big thighs rippling from the physical shock as she walked and that thick, dark and tangled mass that protruded up around and above her groin, seemed bushier than ever with her temper flared up like this, it was an imposing sight.
Revenge came swift for Tamara. She was not a girl to be messed with, and she didn't like the way she'd been made a fool of.
Remembering her teenage judo classes was going to come in handy here she thought swiftly. Simon was strong and fit for his size, but he wasn't a big guy and being compromised from the off it didn't take much for Tamara to get him on the floor, bending his wrists back she slowly forced him down, way down....
As she straddled his body she took him all the way to the ground, the heels of her feet chaffing him as she inched up alongside his torso before being forced to let go.
