Down in the Woods

by Gary Philpott

  While Anna processed the information that suggested these two were a couple, despite the age-gap, Kevin passed each of them their drinks and left the kitchen.

  “Why don’t you sit down?” Angie flicked her eyes towards a kitchen table with plates of food laid out on it. “I don’t really need to wash these plates, but a guy from across the road lent them to us for the party. And you know what guys are like when it comes to keeping things clean. They look shiny enough though.” She lifted another plate off the pile, held it up and then dunked it into the bowl.

  Anna pulled out a chair and sat on it, soaking up the quality of the kitchen-fittings as she did so.

  “Would you like me to put that bottle of wine in the fridge?”

  “I am sorry,” said Anna. “My mind was in a different place.”

  “I told Anton to bring a bottle of wine. I assume that is what you are clinging onto for dear life. I wouldn’t have asked him to bring anything, but Kevin is a bit funny like that. It is not the money. He just likes to keep out what he calls the ‘riff-raff ’.”

  Anna passed her the bottle.

  “I say, a bottle of blue-label Smirnoff. I guess it was all Anton could get his hands on.”

  “I think it was on special offer,” said Anna defensively.

  “I am sure it was,” laughed Angie. “Was the journey over horrendous?”

  “I met two unpleasant young men, but I enjoyed the walk.”

  “Not the journey here,” Angie carried on working down the pile of plates, “your journey from Latvia.”

  “You know about that?”

  “Anton and I are good friends, we have no secrets.”

  An inquisitive look flashed across Anna’s face. Angie read it perfectly.

  “I said good friends, not lovers. Kevin would kill me if I pulled a stunt like that.”

  “Where are you from?”

  “Not too far from you. Estonia. But I came in the easy way.”

  “Is there an easy way?”

  Angie held out her left hand to display the gold band around her third-finger. “I met Kevin when I was working in Egypt. There, that’s me done.” She once again dried her hands on the tea-towel. “I’ll dry the dishes after I have got myself ready.”

  The words jumped out of Anna’s mouth before she could pull them back. “You look ready to me.”

  Angie’s smile indicated that she was not offended. “I have my Bridget Jones knickers on under here. I may look the part on the outside, but I don’t feel the part on the inside. Kevin won‘t have sussed them out yet, but he will do later.”

  “Bridget Jones, I have not heard of them?”

  “Oh dear,” laughed Angie. “We are not talking about a designer brand. What I was trying to say is that they are a little bit bigger than my usual party panties. I intend to change them and to top up my perfume. Why don’t you come with me?”

  Anna followed her out of the kitchen and into a bedroom across the hallway.

  Once again, Angie read the look on her face. “You weren’t expecting a bedroom down here, were you?”

  “No”

  Angie’s knickers were down her legs and tossed onto the bed in a matter of seconds. The pair that replaced them were waiting on top of a neat pile in her knicker-drawer.

  “What do you think of this?” She held up a red g-string.

  “Well,” Anna allowed herself a little smile. “There is not much of them to dislike.”

  “Anton was right when he said you were a funny little bitch.”

  “Anton said I was a funny little bitch?”

  “More than once. He also said you were a sexy little bitch. But I guess you had to leave your sexy clothes back in Latvia.”

  “I can be sexy.”

  “Look Anna, I know money is tight, but if you want to keep Anton, you are going to have to do better than this. We are expected to look sexy, that‘s the deal.”

  “Anton loves me, this is our deal.”

  Angie slid the g-string up her legs and into position. “If you love him, you must want to look good for him?” She patted down her skirt and reached for her perfume bottle.

  “I don’t understand. Why are you talking to me like this?”

  “Sorry, I am upsetting you. I am forgetting that you have not been here long. It is just that I know Anton, having a sexy Anna on his arm would make him proud.” She sprayed some perfume up under her skirt.

  Anna’s eyes drifted to the discarded knickers on the bed. “I have sexy underwear. Anton likes my sexy underwear.”

  “Let me see.”

  “You want to see my underwear?”

  “Loosen up Anna, let’s have a bit of girlie fun. You’ve seen my undies, now I want to see yours.”

  It was Angie’s encouraging smile that made Anna lift the hem of her dress up.

  “Very nice,” said Kevin from behind.

  Anna immediately pulled her dress down again and turned sharply to see him poking his head round the bedroom door.

  “What do you reckon Angie, is it time to crank up the music system?”

  “As always Kevin, music is a man’s job. We ladies have other things to worry about. But I think Jasmine is still working, so keep the volume down.”

  “Okay babe, I’ll start with some soft stuff to get us into the party mood.”

  “You do that.”

  “I didn’t know he was there,” said Anna apologetically.

  Angie laughed again. “He wasn’t, it was just his usual impeccable timing. If a girl is flashing her knickers, Kevin will never be too far away. What size are you? You’re not a four by any chance, are you?”

  Anna tracked Angie’s eyes to her feet. “I am, yes.”

  Angie pulled open a cupboard that was fitted out with horizontal shoe racks, and crammed full of shoes. “Try these.” She lifted out a pair of shiny-black platform-heels.

  “I couldn’t.”

  “Yes you could. Do it for Anton, if not for me. He‘ll love them.”

  Knowing that Angie was right when she said Anton would love them, Anna could not resist the offer. She stepped out of her sling-back sandals and into the heels. Suddenly she felt a foot taller.

  “Very nice. Actually, that dress is starting to look quite good now. All you need is some fishnets, instead of those stockings.”

  Angie did not wait for a response. Seconds later she was holding out an unopened packet of black fishnet stockings.

  “Can I shut the door first?” Anna was warming to the idea of dressing up for Anton. She visualised how he would react when he saw the old sexy Anna he fell in love with.

  “Let me.” Angie stepped over and pushed the door to.

  Five minutes later, Anna was posing in her new shoes and stockings.

  “Now I am seeing a sexy little bitch. Just wait until Anton gets here; he won’t be able to keep his hands off you. If he wants to fuck you, don’t be shy, use our bed. Just don’t get in it.”

  “He will have to wait to fuck me,” laughed Anna, as she admired her reflection in the mirror.

  “Believe me; he won’t be able to wait. It’s just a shame I haven’t time to turn your dress up a couple of inches.” Angie stepped forward and gave Anna a hug. “Make sure you let it ride up when you sit down.”

  Music started to emanate from the sitting-room. Angie popped open the top two buttons of her blouse.

  “Come on girl, do the same. You have to let the fox see the rabbit, even if he’s not going to get to taste it for a few hours. Tempt and tease, that’s the way to keep your man hot.”

  It was Angie who undid two of the three buttons at the top of Anna’s dress.

  “Let’s add a bit of flavouring.” She squirted a copious amount of perfume onto Anna’s breasts.

  The doorbell rang just as Anna stepped out into the hallway. She watched as Kevin let in two couples, who laughed and joked all the way to the kitchen, carrying a plentiful supply of beer and wine with them.

  “Good evening madam,” said the tall man l
eading the way, while looking down the front of Anna’ dress with a smile on his face.

  “Good evening sir,” replied Anna.

  As she greeted the other three new arrivals in turn, Anna suddenly felt she had arrived herself. Perhaps England was not a bad place after all. Maybe Anton was right when he repeatedly said that she needed to give herself time to settle in and make friends. Angie certainly seemed friendly enough.

  “Tonight’s going to be a good, good, night,” Angie sang along to the track playing on the hi-fi and swayed with her fists up by her shoulders. “Bring your drink through to the sitting-room, let’s go and have a little dance.”

  Anna followed her through. While the two women gently danced, Angie’s smile never left her face. It was a smile that Anna found infectious.

  After two more drinks and quite a long conversation with two men in the kitchen, Anna was back on the make-shift dance floor. The room was illuminated by two red lava lamps. Both the tempo and the volume of the music had increased when she felt a hand grab her buttock. She turned sharply expecting to confront one of the men from the kitchen, but saw the beaming face of Anton instead.

  “You look gorgeous, Anna.” He pulled her close.

  “Oh Anton, I am so glad you are here.”

  Their lips met, their tongues entwined, and Anton’s hands repeatedly went up and down the sides of her body.

  “What can I get you, Anton?” Angie put her hand on his shoulder.

  “I will get it,” replied Anton.

  “No, you stay here and molest your woman. We have some cheap champagne if you would like some?”

  “That will be good, thank you.”

  Anton stood back to look at Anna.

  “You look so fucking sexy.”

  “Sexy Anna is glad that you like it.”

  “Like it, I love it.” He pulled her tight against his body again.

  The couple hugged each other while slowly stepping round in a small circle. Other people dancing more energetically bumped into them at least four times before Angie returned with two glasses of fizzy wine.

  After handing each their drink, Angie stepped behind Anton and placed her hand on his bum. “Nice to see you enjoying yourself,” she said, with her mouth inches from his left ear.

  At two-forty in the morning, the party was in full swing. Provocative dance music was playing at high volume, the room was hot and sweltering, a sultry mood was engulfing all those present. That was when Kevin turned off the lava lamps, leaving the room very dimly lit from the lights on the music system and light seeping in from the hallway. It was the cue for those people with partners to become more intimate and flirtatious, and for the singles to start hooking up with each other. Inhibitions were evaporating fast.

  Anton and Anna were no exception. Anton’s hands regularly brushed over intimate parts of her body. In the sultry atmosphere, his digressions did not seem out of place. Anna was feeling elated, she enjoyed the opportunity to extend her normal boundaries.

  As time went on Anna could not stop herself from checking on what Kevin and Angie were doing. She was also aware of the fact that Anton was keeping a close eye on them as well.

  Angie’s hand made frequent journeys onto his groin. Kevin’s hands repeatedly loitered on Angie’s breasts and buttocks. When his hands were not squeezing her flesh, they were dramatically distorting her skirt as they delved between her legs.

  “Angie is a naughty girl,” said Anna.

  “She is just very friendly.” Anton arched his eyebrows.

  “Friendly, is that what the English call it?”

  “She is a party girl, always happy. Most people enjoy her company. Don‘t you like her?”

  “Oh, I like her. But I don’t think Harry would approve.”

  “Harry? Who is Harry?”

  “A little man I am reading about.”

  “You are glad you came? Yes?”

  “Yes; I am glad I came.” Anna pulled him close and pressed her body against his. “Is that what I think it is?”

  Anton replied with a grin.

  Anna discreetly checked with her hand.

  She turned to face away from him, inviting him to push his excited state between her bum cheeks. It was an invitation he happily accepted.

  They were still dancing that way when Kevin took the horseplay to a new level. His hands went up Angie’s skirt, and came back down her thighs with her g-string. Once he had eased it down to her knees, he left it there.

  All eyes were on Angie as she broke away from Kevin and started to dance solo. She continued dancing as a circle formed around her. Every minute or so, she would teasingly lift her skirt a little higher. The men were mesmerised by the show.

  Gravity finally won the battle against Angie’s knees. The g-string slipped down to her ankles. Seconds later, the skimpy bit of red silk was on the carpet.

  Anna froze momentarily as Angie approached. She put one hand on each of Anna’s shoulders and continued to gyrate in front of her. She smiled from ear-to-ear. Anna could not avoid smiling back.

  Angie’s hands started sliding down the sides of Anna’s chest. Anna knew where they were heading, but felt powerless to stop them.

  “May I?” asked Angie, her hands now on the back of Anna’s thighs.

  “Let her do it.” Anton’s voice was unusually assertive.

  Anna nodded her permission.

  She was grateful that Angie slipped the thong down without raising her dress too high. At the moment she stepped out of it, the euphoria of a wild night out with the man she loved took over her mind and body.

  Talking over Anna’s shoulder, Angie spoke to Anton. “I have told Anna our room is available if you want to fuck her.”

  Anton’s hands clenched Anna’s hips.

  “Let him fuck you, you know he wants to,” said Angie, before moving back to tantalise Kevin with her dance moves. As she crouched down, limbo style, the short skirt did little to protect her modesty.

  Never before had Anna been in such a sexually charged atmosphere. Lustful thoughts were playing havoc with her mind, the lack of underwear was only adding to the sexual urges growing between her legs. She turned and wrapped her arms round Anton’s neck, his warm breath smelt of wine. Anna kissed him passionately for at least eight seconds, and then pulled away sharply.

  “Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.

  “Your English is improving.”

  “Do you like me to talk dirty English?” Her hand gripped his erection through the fabric of his trousers.

  “I do, yes.”

  “So, do you want to fuck me?”

  He did not answer, but his face told her that the answer was yes. Anna stared him in the eyes as his hand worked its way up under her dress, and onto her bare bum. A finger pushed her cheeks apart and reached out in search of her wetness. She moved one foot a little to help it find exactly the right spot. As it delved into her, she decided she could wait no longer.

  “Shall we do it?”

  He nodded.

  “Follow me then.”

  Anna led him by the hand, out of room and along to the bedroom. Once inside, she closed the door and leant back onto it with her feet eighteen inches apart. With her palms pressed against the door, she enjoyed watching Anton’s eyes taking in every inch of her body, raised up on Angie’s shiny-black heels.

  “This one is for you; tell me what you want me to do.”

  “I love you Anna.”

  “I love you too. How do you want to fuck me?”

  Anton moved over to the window and opened the curtains. He started to unfasten his trousers.

  Anna suddenly had second thoughts about handing control to Anton. “I hope you do not want us to do it with the lights on and the curtains open?”

  “No, the lights can wait. But I can tell you what to do, yes?”

  “Tell me what you want. I will do it.”

  After Anton had outlined the first stage of his plan, Anna obediently followed his instructions.

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bsp; The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs woke Anna up. She was lying naked on Angie and Kevin’s bed. Her headache hit her before an awareness of the location did. The realisation that daylight was creeping round the heavy red-velvet curtains soon followed.

  Anton, where are you? she asked herself.

  Anna focused on the digital display of a clock-radio. It was eleven-fifteen. Anton had to be at work by midday. He must have left me here, she thought.

  The door burst open.

  “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” said Angie cheerily. “I can offer you tea, coffee or vodka.”

  “Oh, tea please, Angie.” Anna was scanning the room for her dress as she answered.

  “I’ll see you through in the kitchen in five minutes.”

  Anna wondered whether Angie was in fact annoyed with her, despite an external air of cheerfulness. Would she tell her so once the two were together in the kitchen?

  Her dress and bra were on the floor near the window. Memories of Anton opening the curtains and asking her to strip by the window, flooded back. As did the act of fellatio she performed on him before they closed the curtains again. She trod down her anxiety by telling herself it was okay. The room was situated at the back of the house. The people in the building opposite would have been asleep by that time in the morning.

  She continued to look for her knickers. The only ones within view were the red pair Angie had taken off the night before. Anna tried to remember if she had worn red or black. The bra was black, so it followed that she would have put on black knickers. Suddenly she remembered where they would be.

  “Oh dear,” she muttered to herself. “We were a bit naughty last night, weren’t we Anton?”

  After putting on her dress and bra, Anna set about straightening the bed. After that, she went in search of the other half of her matching underwear.

  The sitting-room was an utter mess. Beer cans, bottles, plates and glasses were everywhere. Anna homed in on her black thong. All the other undergarments scattered over the carpet were either red or lilac. As she slid her thong back to its rightful place, Anna noticed Angie’s red skirt draped over the back of the sofa. On the floor close by was her purple blouse. Anton’s words, ‘she’s a party girl’, echoed around Anna’s head. She could only guess at what had gone on in that room after she had escorted Anton away.