Bench

Bench

Status: Finished

Genre: Flash Fiction

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Flash Fiction

Summary

Another word prompt exercise- less than 500 words prompted by the word CONFIDENCE

Summary

Another word prompt exercise- less than 500 words prompted by the word CONFIDENCE

Content

Submitted: July 07, 2016

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Content

Submitted: July 07, 2016

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I’d dressed in basically underwear along with heels and stockings (their effect always boosted me). A big coat over the top to make the tube journey slightly less embarrassing.  I’d always just been seen as one of the boys. He shared his conquests openly with me just like his other mates. And though I didn’t share his all predilections a lot of his other life intrigued me.

He’d bought a new spanking bench and had invited me over for a beer and to have a look. He meant just to look at it but I had other ideas. At his door, about two seconds after ringing the bell, I had second thoughts. But. As is always the way by then was far too late. He answered before I could work out a different reason why I was dressed like this under my coat.

“Blimey! Cold are you?”

I decided to keep my coat on and leave soon as I could.

“Here, let me.” He grabbed the neck as I carried on walking. I wasn’t quick enough to grab it and soon I was stood in his hall looking like I charged by the hour.

“Oh. Fuck me!” I turned to face him as he spoke. “Jesus!”

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I just felt it’d be nice to christen your new furniture and me at the same time?” I blushed as the words left my mouth.

He stared incredulously at me. It was more than a little uncomfortable.

“This?” He motioned with his hands. Frown buckling his brow. “This is for me? “

I nodded. And waited for the ground to open up and it all be a dream.

“Never in a thousand years did I see this coming. You dark dog you.” He beamed as we walked upstairs. Him behind me. “Fucking hell I’m sorry but if I’d known you had this under your fucking jeans and baggy jumpers I would’ve suggested this ages ago. You look incredible.”

I sat in his flat feeling increasingly ridiculous.

“Why have you never said?”

“I just decided to. But didn’t think I could say anything in my fucking jeans and baggy jumper.”

“Sorry. But you know what I meant.”

“ I do. And these gave me a bit of confidence. Well, they had ‘til I got here.”

“Beer?” He walked to the kitchen

“I don’t think beers enough at the mo. Got any whisky?”

We both had one.

He stared at my legs.

“Have you always had those?”

“What the stockings?”

“No! The legs.”

“Nah I borrowed them of course I’ve always had them.”

“They’re amazing- stand up”

I felt odd. Scrutinised. I reddened as he walked around me, taking in my body.

“And this is really all for me?”

I nodded assent. Relaxed as approval registered on his face.

“You really want to try the bench?”

I nodded again.

He hugged me, I felt better. Protected. He ran a finger down my back. The whisky worked its magic inside as I sank into his arms.

 

Less than 500 Words prompted by CONFIDENCE 


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