A walk in the Country
"How about this bit of fluff then?"
Ernie, my friend a successful accountant, had been staying with me over the weekend and as we sat at the breakfast table on Monday morning he pointed to a picture in the paper and handed it over to me. It was a picture of the one of the charity queens dressed in a small bikini and who should it be but Miss Purvis. I smiled.
"It says she likes sports and bush walking, I wouldn't mind walking through her bush! Look at those tits."
Ernie was a bit coarse but I tolerated him as I had known him for years. I had even invited him to be present when I examined some of my better looking patients when he had visited me in Sydney, pretending he was a visiting consultant, he had loved it. Then an idea struck me.
"Would you like to go bush walking with her then?"
"Would I ever, why, do you know her?"
"A bit, were not really friends but if I tell her to come she will, would you like that?"
"Would I ever, how about in a bikini, then it would really be alright."
He chuckled, and I smiled to myself thinking, yes or maybe something even better than that.
I left for work leaving him to his own devices before he went home and as we parted I promised that if the weather was OK then I would pick him up early on Friday morning at his place.
When I returned home later that day I looked up Miss Purvis's number in the phone book and dialled it. It rang half a dozen times, I hoped she was in.
At the Purvis household David was writing in his diary checking off a list. He looked up to admire his wife, as she pushed the vacuum across the floor. He loved watching her move and especially when she wore one of the outfits he had bought for her. He insisted that she dressed the part "to please him" as he always said and she certainly did that. He knew she was inherently shy and took extra delight in humiliating her, or putting her on display, of course in a nice way.
When she did housework he insisted she dressed in a maid's apron and bib, which was white, frilly and brief, and black stockings with strap suspenders. That was all, oh and black high heels. Her breasts jiggled about openly exposed either side of the narrow bib that joined the apron to a chocker around her neck, as she thrust the vacuum wand backwards and forwards across the carpet. The only part covered was her pubes and then only just. As she turned her naked buttocks flexed as she moved across the carpet. She initially had resisted his desires to clothe her as he wanted but in the end he had forced her to obey him by threatening to divorce her if she didn't. He knew she would be lost without him and his money.
The phone rang. David Purvis got up and went into the kitchen to answer it.
"David Purvis here."
As I didn't know if Helena's husband David was in I had a good excuse to phone him any way.
"It's Doc Wills here, someone said you were involved in the church restoration is that right?"
"That's correct."
"I wonder if I could talk to you about it sometime."
"Sorry Doc Wills, but you've caught me on the hop. My diary is a bit full this week and I'm off to Melbourne for a seven day conference on Thursday, so it will have to keep until I return.
"Oh dear, well never mind."
"Of course you can always talk to Helena as she is also on the committee; you may have seen her picture in the paper recently, fund raising for the project."
"No sorry I missed that, but if she wouldn't mind that would be great, could you put her on?"
"No problem, if you hold on I'll go and see if I can find her, catch you later Doctor."
"OK,"
There was silence and he could hear a vacuum in the distant turn off. He could hear faintly two people talking, then silence. Going away for a full week, it was too good to be true and far too good an opportunity to miss, things were definitely looking up!
"Hello Helena Purvis."
"Hello Ms pervert, it's Doctor Wills."
There was a long silence before she whispered into the phone. I assumed she was waiting until her husband was out of hearing. "I've got nothing to say to you!"
"Oh I think you have, so stop being so haughty and listen. On Friday I will be going bush walking and you will accompany me."
"Go to hell."
"Now now, you'll come and no more silliness. I don't think you have any choice do you, that's if you want to enjoy the lifestyle you have now."
"Damn you."
"I'm sure you will, but be ready for me at eight o'clock I will pick you up at your house. You are to just wear a pair of good walking shoes or sneakers and short tennis socks, the ones with the little bobbles on the back, and a long jacket.
"What about clothes?"
"You're not listening, sneakers, socks and a jacket, that's all, nothing else. Don't disobey me or you will regret it, I'll wait outside your house at the kerbside."
"But I..."
I rang off before she could argue, great, it was all set up. My cock tingled at the thought of the day's fun. I knew exactly the place to go. A friend owned a large property just out of town and was away for three months. There were extensive walks through bush and over open paddocks; there was even a water fall.
Later that day Ernie phoned me about some local matter and I explained that I had set up a walk on Friday as we had been talking about it that morning. He was curious to know what was going on but I let on nothing just saying he was to wait and see. I assured him he would not be disappointed, and was sure to enjoy the day. He wanted to know whether the woman in the photo would be coming, but again I told him he would have to wait.