I had lived in the area for around a year and I found myself slipping into the same old after work routine, a stop off at the M and S garage for milk when I’d forgotten to buy some, always aware that without a morning coffee I would be insufferable at work.
Over the last couple of months I’d notice the young lady in her early twenties that worked there, I found myself getting more purchases or fill up with petrol when I figured she was on. Abi, as I saw by the name tag, had light brown shoulder length hair and it was a delight to see her curvy bum and small waist as she turned round to get anything from the shelf, or on a good day when she was stacking a shelf or two.
We’d say ‘hi’ but here in the south nobody really chats. That changed when I’d had a nightmare work day. I filled up with petrol and then, had a browse for pizza and yes, you guessed it, milk. I totally forgot to pay for the £40 worth of petrol. It was only when I was sitting on the sofa that I realised and headed straight back out.
The usual rush hour having stopped the petrol station was much quieter and I was slightly embarrassed that Abi was on the tills as I went in. She was laughing straight away and pointed out that it was always happening. I filled in some paperwork for her and paid and she asked where I worked as she ‘often saw me’. I told her I was a lecturer at a nearby college and she started to moan about a paper she had to do that evening and the problems she was having with referencing. I told her that I had some great guides and stuff on how to get them done quickly and easily and offered her my email. Thinking a number would weird her out. She took it and I headed back to the car, the debt settled and thinking that Abi wouldn’t send a mail.
About an hour later just before nine my phone pinged. An email from Abi saying she had just finished her shift and was walking home and would love the docs I had promised as she was going ‘to pull and all nighter’ in her university halls and get the paper finished. I attached the docs and feeling bolder mentioned that she always brightened my day when I needed to fill up on the way home and that if she wanted me to give the paper the once over I’d be happy to look at it. Almost a minute later the email pinged with a message from Abi saying that it would be easier if I just pulled the all nighter with her and helped her finish it. I replied with ‘I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to help much with you in your pyjamas’ with the obligatory smile emoji just in case. She shot straight back with ‘Not after walking home in this cold weather I’m gonna get back have a shower and sit in my t shirt and knickers heating up to the max’.
My cock twitched at the thought of Abi in her knickers. I replied ‘then I’d you get stuck I’ll be there immediately to help you with whatever comes up’. Then silence for about an hour. I checked my phone and chalked it up to a moment of fantasy. Then that all changed with the email I got just as I got into bed.
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I’d just switched out the light when my phone lit up and a new email from Abi appeared. ‘This is going so slow, and I’m bored. Fancy picking up some coffee and being here as my tutor? Or even write it for me ha ha’.
I thought ‘fuck it’ and just replied ‘sure if you are writing in your knickers message me where to go and I’ll be right there’ I added my number and waited for an email explaining that she was just bored or joking around when I received a text message. Opening it I saw a postcode and Cathedral Hall written on the bottom. ‘Park outside in bay 7. I will come down and me you. A. X’.
I checked the directions. 20mins drive at this time of night, and sat in bed for a moment. My brain said it was okay. But my cock was up and out of bed getting my keys. I replied to Abi. ‘Be there in 35 mins’. Giving me enough time to head under the shower and dress and head out. I did. Once out of the shower a message ‘good. I have coffee on so just head straight here’. I laughed and just as I was dressing another message ‘any preference for coffee?’ I messaged ‘white one sugar’ then ‘any preference for knickers?’ I messaged ‘thong, tight, white’ and had to wait till I was in the car for the reply to this one a simple ‘coffee on. Thong on - hurry’.
The car journey seemed to take forever, catching every red light. Always an ear out for the message cancelling from Abi, which I was sure would come. However, soon I was at the entrance to the uni. Feeling ever so slightly furtive. I drive slowly into and around the campus, then found cathedral hall. A little group of flats, less like a dormitory building, as I had been expecting, but a small block of modern flats. I dipped my headlights and parked on bay 7. Headlights off then car dark. Picking up the phone I messaged Abi. ‘Here and it’s freezing’. I could hear the ticking of my watch it was so quiet. Then a message ‘ ah I can see you. I know your car from work! I’ll be right down!!!’ My heart rate pulsed and I switched off the engine. Grabbing my coat from the passenger seat. As o was putting it on I saw some movement to my right and coming along the path I could see a tiny figure in a black and red checked long coat, as the figure I could see it was Abi, she looked as of she was laughing and shaking her head as she did a little wave. I stepped out of the car. Abi came up to me and greeted me with ‘Fuck it’s cold let’s get inside’. I just nodded and said ‘lead on’… |
