COLIN CARDIGAN Part 1
COLIN CARDIGAN PART 1
A story based very much on real events.
Back in the 80's, pre internet, we used a contact magazine. We weren't swingers, we just liked to have a little fun every now and then, usually with single men. It had a box number system to protect identity, which was slow, but necessary, and we used to like it when a fat package arrived with a lot of sealed envelopes inside. We would enjoy weeding out the time wasters, and pick out one or two to meet. One day, I read through a letter and burst out laughing. “What is it?” she asked. “Have a look, you won't believe this!” She skimmed through it. Her mouth opened wide.”Oh, my God... “I think it's Colin Cardigan!”
“I laughed “Colin Cardigan?” I asked “Yes, that's the nickname we gave him years ago when we were younger. He runs that haberdashery shop in town with his mother, and he always wears a shirt, tie and cardigan! He looks like he's in a time warp from 40 years ago.” I read it again. He'd put in far too much personal information for his own good...it was probably his first attempt at the adult contact scene. He said he owned a small shop with his mother and was looking for “excitement”, and signed himself Colin. So naïve.
“Well, well, Colin Cardigan ..you sly rascal. The oldest virgin in town, looking for fun!” she said, then looked at me “Of course, it's out of the question...he lives far too near..I couldn't possibly risk it”
“Oh, but just think of the fun we could have, leading him on, teasing...”
Later on that day I told her the idea I had. She wasn't so sure about it, but I convinced her that we would be completely anonymous and he would never know who we were. It would all be good fun. She finally agreed.
She had an old school friend who worked in “The Corner Cafe” which Anne said she'd seen Colin in quite often. By chatting to her, Anne found out that he went in every day at 12.30, ordered the same thing every day, and went back to the shop at 1pm, like clockwork. A very methodical man.
That Friday, we put our plan into action. We watched him leave the shop just before 12.30 He looked about 40, tallish, thin, dark suit, beige cardigan, white shirt, dark tie. A typical Mummy's boy bachelor.
We watched him disappear round the corner, then went in. His mother was behind the counter. “Do you mind if we go upstairs and look at the materials?” Anne asked. “Of course. Let me know if you see anything you like.” We went up to the first floor...a kind of dark and dusty olde world showroom, with rolls of dress material stacked neatly on shelves. Anne went in the corner and unbuttoned her dress. She held it open, showing her bra, panties, suspenders and stockings. I took a polaroid photo, from the neck down. She slipped out of her panties, and put them underneath the bottom roll of material. I made a note of the number of the roll, then took another photo...Anne's shaven cunt looked fantastic framed in her suspenders and stockings. We quickly left, thanking Norman's mother on the way out.
I wrote him a letter, explaining that we needed to be discreet, and that he lived too near to him to meet up, but that we hoped he would enjoy our little surprise. I told him the roll number of the material, so he could find Anne's panties, then put in the two photos, sealed it and sent it off.
We got a reply within a week. Recognising Colin's neat handwriting, we opened his letter before any others. Inside were two polaroid photos! Both showed him from the neck downwards...shirt, tie, cardigan...nothing else. In one photo he was holding Anne's knickers and was sporting an eager looking decent sized erection. In the other, he'd d****d the knickers over his stiff cock. “Wow!” I said, “We've certainly got him interested!” She laughed. “We certainly have! Mmm..not a bad size, either.” “Yes” I said “wasted on a forty year old virgin, wouldn't you say?”
I had the next “phase” of getting Colin hooked worked out very soon. We knew that his mother went for her lunch break as soon he got back from his....so this is what we did a few days later.
At two minutes to one, Anne went into the shop, while I stood on the corner ready to delay him by asking directions if he came back early.
Anne asked to look at the materials upstairs, and quickly went into the corner and pulled off her knickers (they were a favourite pair, pale blue satin french knickers, and she'd sprayed them with perfume) and stuffed them under the bottom roll of cloth, then rushed down and out of the shop. I saw him approaching and watched as he went into the shop. A few seconds later, his mother came out. We went to the telephone booth just round the corner, (no mobile phones back then!) and Anne dialled the shop's number. She disguised her voice, lowering it and using a scottish accent...it sounded quite sexy!
The conversation went something like this
“Hello Colin, it's Anne here. We haven't met of course, but we've seen enough of each other in photos! Yes...yes, it's me. Now listen. I've got a nice wee surprise for you. You've just missed me, I was in your shop just a minute ago. Now if you go upstairs and look under the bottom roll of cloth in the nearest corner, you'll find the surprise.” A short pause, and then...
“Ah, you've got them then!. You sound out of breath, Colin. Are you unfit or excited?” She grinned and winked at me, then went on...
“A bit of both....I see...where are you now? Seated behind the counter. Is there anyone in the shop? No. Good. Do you like them? Well, let me tell you that up until...maybe 3 minutes ago, I was wearing them, so they might be still warm from my body! They'll certainly have my aroma on them. Perfume, yes, but if you sniff the crotch..go on....yes, Colin, that's my smell...my.... intimate smell.” She gave me a big smile, and said, lowering her voice to a whisper “Colin, are you becoming excited?
You are? Put the phone down for a minute then, and have a deep sniff . Breathe me in. Smell me. Taste me.”
A pause, and she grinned at me, put her hand over the phone and giggled “He's got his nose in my knickers!” then, in the sultry scottish voice again, she said “Colin.....is this getting you excited? Are you getting hard? Good boy! Unzip yourself.” This was so erotic. I was getting hard myself, and had a quick look along the street before sliding my hand up her skirt.
“Now, take it out. Are you....hard now?” She nodded to me, her eyes wide with excitement. He was. “Stroke it through my knickers, Colin. Does that feel nice? Yes, cool and silky and sexy. That's why I like wearing them. Now I've got no knickers on because you've got them in your hand!Masturbate, Colin. Masturbate for me. Don't lose control, though. I don't want you staining my nice knickers with your come. I want them back someday, after you've enjoyed them for a while.” My fingers were now between her parted legs, and, boy, she was WET! I stroked her clitoris, then slipped one finger inside her.
“ Oooooh! Colin....I'm sorry but I'm going to have to go now...my husband is being very naughty, taking advantage of the fact that I have no knickers on. He's got his hand up my skirt and he's doing very naughty things to me. I think he wants to take me home now, and …..well, I'm sure you can imagine. Bye, Colin...kisses.”
Back home, after a frantic afternoon fuck, we lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, getting our breath back. I told her how impressed I was with her performance as the sexy scottish lady. She laughed and said she'd copied the accent of a girl where she worked. “It sounded so seductive! You got me as hard a steel, so I guess poor Colin must have been popping his cork!” I turned to her. “It got you turned on as well, didn't it?” She smiled and nodded. “I think next time I should take a spare pair of knickers with me. I was dripping wet in that phone booth. It was fun, but sexy as well! And the rewards afterwards....” she said, stroking my softening cock. “The next time? Wow!” I said to myself, remembering how I had to work to persuade her to start all this. “Let's see how we can take this thing further!” I thought.
A few days later, a we received a letter from him. In great detail he described how incredibly aroused he had been....he had erupted into a tissue a few seconds after Anne had put the phone down, risking customers walking in on him! There were two photos enclosed, one with him actually wearing the knickers...his erection causing a huge tent in them! The other one was him holding the knickers to his nose while his other hand wanked.
HE had his cock in his hand, and WE had him in the palm of our hand, literally speaking!
My mind was working overtime, trying to think of a way to exploit this situation without revealing our identity. It had to be foolproof otherwise Anne would never go along with it.
My plan was to meet up in his upstairs room in his shop, and use a blindfold on him. I worked out the precise details and told Anne. She was understandably cautious, but agreed, so I wrote to him, outlining in details what he had to do. He had to promise to comply with all we asked, otherwise it was off. I said we'd phone him later in the week to confirm things.
We called from the phone booth when we knew his mother would be out.
“Hello Colin. (That sultry scottish voice again!) How are you? Have you thought about our proposal? Good. Now, you know that you have to agree to everything we said. You do? Good. So, what day and time shall we do this? Thursday night at ten. That's fine. I saw the photos you sent. Wearing my knickers indeed! You naughty man. I really should spank your naughty bottom while you're wearing them. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?” She paused to listen to him, then looked at me open mouthed. She put her hand over the mouthpiece “He's got a hard on. He said just the sound of my voice gets him hard!”
She listened again and her eyes widened. “Oh, right. I'd better go then. See you Thursday night!”
She put the phone down and laughed. “Two women customers have just walked in the shop. And he's got an erection!”
A story based very much on real events.
Back in the 80's, pre internet, we used a contact magazine. We weren't swingers, we just liked to have a little fun every now and then, usually with single men. It had a box number system to protect identity, which was slow, but necessary, and we used to like it when a fat package arrived with a lot of sealed envelopes inside. We would enjoy weeding out the time wasters, and pick out one or two to meet. One day, I read through a letter and burst out laughing. “What is it?” she asked. “Have a look, you won't believe this!” She skimmed through it. Her mouth opened wide.”Oh, my God... “I think it's Colin Cardigan!”
“I laughed “Colin Cardigan?” I asked “Yes, that's the nickname we gave him years ago when we were younger. He runs that haberdashery shop in town with his mother, and he always wears a shirt, tie and cardigan! He looks like he's in a time warp from 40 years ago.” I read it again. He'd put in far too much personal information for his own good...it was probably his first attempt at the adult contact scene. He said he owned a small shop with his mother and was looking for “excitement”, and signed himself Colin. So naïve.
“Well, well, Colin Cardigan ..you sly rascal. The oldest virgin in town, looking for fun!” she said, then looked at me “Of course, it's out of the question...he lives far too near..I couldn't possibly risk it”
“Oh, but just think of the fun we could have, leading him on, teasing...”
Later on that day I told her the idea I had. She wasn't so sure about it, but I convinced her that we would be completely anonymous and he would never know who we were. It would all be good fun. She finally agreed.
She had an old school friend who worked in “The Corner Cafe” which Anne said she'd seen Colin in quite often. By chatting to her, Anne found out that he went in every day at 12.30, ordered the same thing every day, and went back to the shop at 1pm, like clockwork. A very methodical man.
That Friday, we put our plan into action. We watched him leave the shop just before 12.30 He looked about 40, tallish, thin, dark suit, beige cardigan, white shirt, dark tie. A typical Mummy's boy bachelor.
We watched him disappear round the corner, then went in. His mother was behind the counter. “Do you mind if we go upstairs and look at the materials?” Anne asked. “Of course. Let me know if you see anything you like.” We went up to the first floor...a kind of dark and dusty olde world showroom, with rolls of dress material stacked neatly on shelves. Anne went in the corner and unbuttoned her dress. She held it open, showing her bra, panties, suspenders and stockings. I took a polaroid photo, from the neck down. She slipped out of her panties, and put them underneath the bottom roll of material. I made a note of the number of the roll, then took another photo...Anne's shaven cunt looked fantastic framed in her suspenders and stockings. We quickly left, thanking Norman's mother on the way out.
I wrote him a letter, explaining that we needed to be discreet, and that he lived too near to him to meet up, but that we hoped he would enjoy our little surprise. I told him the roll number of the material, so he could find Anne's panties, then put in the two photos, sealed it and sent it off.
We got a reply within a week. Recognising Colin's neat handwriting, we opened his letter before any others. Inside were two polaroid photos! Both showed him from the neck downwards...shirt, tie, cardigan...nothing else. In one photo he was holding Anne's knickers and was sporting an eager looking decent sized erection. In the other, he'd d****d the knickers over his stiff cock. “Wow!” I said, “We've certainly got him interested!” She laughed. “We certainly have! Mmm..not a bad size, either.” “Yes” I said “wasted on a forty year old virgin, wouldn't you say?”
I had the next “phase” of getting Colin hooked worked out very soon. We knew that his mother went for her lunch break as soon he got back from his....so this is what we did a few days later.
At two minutes to one, Anne went into the shop, while I stood on the corner ready to delay him by asking directions if he came back early.
Anne asked to look at the materials upstairs, and quickly went into the corner and pulled off her knickers (they were a favourite pair, pale blue satin french knickers, and she'd sprayed them with perfume) and stuffed them under the bottom roll of cloth, then rushed down and out of the shop. I saw him approaching and watched as he went into the shop. A few seconds later, his mother came out. We went to the telephone booth just round the corner, (no mobile phones back then!) and Anne dialled the shop's number. She disguised her voice, lowering it and using a scottish accent...it sounded quite sexy!
The conversation went something like this
“Hello Colin, it's Anne here. We haven't met of course, but we've seen enough of each other in photos! Yes...yes, it's me. Now listen. I've got a nice wee surprise for you. You've just missed me, I was in your shop just a minute ago. Now if you go upstairs and look under the bottom roll of cloth in the nearest corner, you'll find the surprise.” A short pause, and then...
“Ah, you've got them then!. You sound out of breath, Colin. Are you unfit or excited?” She grinned and winked at me, then went on...
“A bit of both....I see...where are you now? Seated behind the counter. Is there anyone in the shop? No. Good. Do you like them? Well, let me tell you that up until...maybe 3 minutes ago, I was wearing them, so they might be still warm from my body! They'll certainly have my aroma on them. Perfume, yes, but if you sniff the crotch..go on....yes, Colin, that's my smell...my.... intimate smell.” She gave me a big smile, and said, lowering her voice to a whisper “Colin, are you becoming excited?
You are? Put the phone down for a minute then, and have a deep sniff . Breathe me in. Smell me. Taste me.”
A pause, and she grinned at me, put her hand over the phone and giggled “He's got his nose in my knickers!” then, in the sultry scottish voice again, she said “Colin.....is this getting you excited? Are you getting hard? Good boy! Unzip yourself.” This was so erotic. I was getting hard myself, and had a quick look along the street before sliding my hand up her skirt.
“Now, take it out. Are you....hard now?” She nodded to me, her eyes wide with excitement. He was. “Stroke it through my knickers, Colin. Does that feel nice? Yes, cool and silky and sexy. That's why I like wearing them. Now I've got no knickers on because you've got them in your hand!Masturbate, Colin. Masturbate for me. Don't lose control, though. I don't want you staining my nice knickers with your come. I want them back someday, after you've enjoyed them for a while.” My fingers were now between her parted legs, and, boy, she was WET! I stroked her clitoris, then slipped one finger inside her.
“ Oooooh! Colin....I'm sorry but I'm going to have to go now...my husband is being very naughty, taking advantage of the fact that I have no knickers on. He's got his hand up my skirt and he's doing very naughty things to me. I think he wants to take me home now, and …..well, I'm sure you can imagine. Bye, Colin...kisses.”
Back home, after a frantic afternoon fuck, we lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, getting our breath back. I told her how impressed I was with her performance as the sexy scottish lady. She laughed and said she'd copied the accent of a girl where she worked. “It sounded so seductive! You got me as hard a steel, so I guess poor Colin must have been popping his cork!” I turned to her. “It got you turned on as well, didn't it?” She smiled and nodded. “I think next time I should take a spare pair of knickers with me. I was dripping wet in that phone booth. It was fun, but sexy as well! And the rewards afterwards....” she said, stroking my softening cock. “The next time? Wow!” I said to myself, remembering how I had to work to persuade her to start all this. “Let's see how we can take this thing further!” I thought.
A few days later, a we received a letter from him. In great detail he described how incredibly aroused he had been....he had erupted into a tissue a few seconds after Anne had put the phone down, risking customers walking in on him! There were two photos enclosed, one with him actually wearing the knickers...his erection causing a huge tent in them! The other one was him holding the knickers to his nose while his other hand wanked.
HE had his cock in his hand, and WE had him in the palm of our hand, literally speaking!
My mind was working overtime, trying to think of a way to exploit this situation without revealing our identity. It had to be foolproof otherwise Anne would never go along with it.
My plan was to meet up in his upstairs room in his shop, and use a blindfold on him. I worked out the precise details and told Anne. She was understandably cautious, but agreed, so I wrote to him, outlining in details what he had to do. He had to promise to comply with all we asked, otherwise it was off. I said we'd phone him later in the week to confirm things.
We called from the phone booth when we knew his mother would be out.
“Hello Colin. (That sultry scottish voice again!) How are you? Have you thought about our proposal? Good. Now, you know that you have to agree to everything we said. You do? Good. So, what day and time shall we do this? Thursday night at ten. That's fine. I saw the photos you sent. Wearing my knickers indeed! You naughty man. I really should spank your naughty bottom while you're wearing them. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?” She paused to listen to him, then looked at me open mouthed. She put her hand over the mouthpiece “He's got a hard on. He said just the sound of my voice gets him hard!”
She listened again and her eyes widened. “Oh, right. I'd better go then. See you Thursday night!”
She put the phone down and laughed. “Two women customers have just walked in the shop. And he's got an erection!”
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