Check out all the other episodes here. Each is below 500 words. But in a nut shell here’s what has happened so far…
Previously... Gen left her friend’s pyjama party on a dare to visit the unknown Mr Roberts across the road. However, her mates don’t realise that he was Gen’s headmaster, ten years ago. She disappeared inside the house to meet his gorgeous grandson. After a few G & Ts the three of them begin a strip card game. And advance to all being topless – with Gen and Jacob sitting in their knickers and boxers.
Suddenly the bell rang. While Mr Roberts answered the door to Gen’s two friends, Jacob and her make their exit up the stairs and end up getting passionate on the bed. While Jacob’s cock is smaller than the average pecker he is more than happy to please Gen by wearing her panties and putting his tongue to good use! They join the party again and Anne decides to go home while the other two couples dance until there is a knock on the door.
“Oh dear. I wonder what the police want.” Mr Roberts put on his jacket and disappeared in to the hall to find out.
Jacob grabbed his shirt from the back of the chair, and Jane donned her own in double quick time. Then we all sat down in the living room and made an effort to look relaxed, dressed in a variety of weird ways. For a moment I twiddled my thumbs contemplating why just the mere word, Police, made me nervous.
“I expect a neighbour has complained about the noise.” Jacob offered.
After what seemed an age, where the three of us strained our ears in an attempt to hear the conversation taking place on the doorstep, Mr Roberts returned accompanied by two women officers.
“Ah I suppose this means the party is over,” Jane stated looking over at Mr Roberts who for some reason was smiling from ear to ear.
One of the officers turned to Mr Robert’s, “I can see the party is still in full swing.” They eyed the bottle of gin and half empty glasses littering the room.
The other PC said, “I take it the birthday boy is over there.” Pointing at Jacob.
“It’s your birthday Jacob?” I asked, neglecting to question why the police officer knew this, but nobody had mentioned it during the evening.
“Yes. Granddad and I were having a quiet celebration when you arrived on the doorstep. And it has been the best present ever, meeting you, Gen.” He replied, with sincerity and a wink.
Mr Roberts butted in and answered the officer, “That’s right. It is Jacob’s party. And please don’t worry about being delayed. We have had a wonderful time.” He plonked himself next to Jane, beaming at her.
Meanwhile, one of the WPCs pulled Jacob from his chair and produced some handcuffs announcing, “I arrest you in the name of the law.” At this precise moment the other woman grabbed the front of her uniform and in one pull it came off in her hand and she stood in front of us in sexy stockings and lingerie, still with her police hat on.
The look on Jacob’s face changed from alarm to shock to glee and back to alarm. “You old goat, Granddad. Police strip-o-grams!”
The scantily clad lady began to dance and shimmy her assets against Jacob. Finally kneeling in front of him, she looked poised to undo his flies! What a wild evening this had been and with hands cuffed behind his back, Jacob was powerless to resist.
Then slowly, it dawned on me that under his jeans, he was still wearing my panties!