Invisible Girl (An Erotic Romance), Pt. 16

Chapter Forty-Three

The rest of the week flew by much too fast for Jane.  She spent every free moment either with Peter, or, if he had to work nights, on the phone with him when he got home.  They had hardly gone a day without seeing each other in the many weeks they’d been together and even though Jane knew she would only be gone for a few days the prospect yawned before her like a prison sentence.

She pretended otherwise before her parents, of course.  And really, except for the time apart from Peter, she was looking forward to it: an actual family vacation.  They hadn’t done that since she was almost too little to remember, not counting the obligatory visits to relatives.

Monday morning before work, at Jane’s request her mother had driven her to the local Department of Motor Vehicles, where she had easily passed the test to get her learner’s permit.  So now whenever Peter came to pick her up he would slide over to the passenger seat and let her decide where they were going to practice.

As before, he would neither touch her nor allow her to touch him while she was driving, although once they were stopped it was a different matter.  (Since his car was an automatic they developed an interesting method of practicing the stick-shift.)  In secluded places they made love so vigorously in the backseat that Peter complained the car was going to need new shock absorbers.

Peter had to work on Friday night, and Jane had to pack, so Thursday night they planned to have dinner and see a movie—or at least that’s what Peter thought they were doing.  Jane had other plans.  When Peter came to pick her up Jane came out wearing a short summer dress and carrying a picnic basket and promptly drove them out to the old barn—she had memorized its location on the way back the previous Saturday.

When Peter realized where they were going he looked over at her with raised eyebrows but when Jane offered no explanation said nothing.  When they arrived Jane parked where Peter had parked before, then in complete silence reached into the back seat and grabbed the picnic basket.

They said nothing while they ate, napkins on their laps, gazing at the dilapidated building aglow in the sunset.  As Jane had expected, just looking at the site of such intense erotic adventures was arousing for both of them—as was the silence.  They would gaze at the barn, eyes unfocussed in memory, turn and look at each other for a moment, the sexual current building a little each time, then return their gaze to the barn.

When they had finished eating Jane put things back in the basket and returned it to the back seat.  Then she reached into the pocket of her dress and unfolded and placed on Peter’s lap the torn remnants of the panties she’d been wearing that day.  He looked at them for a moment then, turning his gaze to her, brought them to his lips and kissed them, once, reverently, as if they were a silk handkerchief given to a knight by his fair lady, then handed them back to her.

“I love you so much,” he said, breaking the long silence.

They made love with only their eyes for the longest time, turning to face each other and sitting cross-legged and knee-to-knee on the wide front seat of the car.  They held hands and were content to see themselves, beloved and desired, in each other’s gaze in the light of the slowly fading dusk.  Only when it was nearly dark did the touch of their hands gradually become caresses that slowly made their way from wrists to shoulders, and from there to necks and ears, and from there, eyes never leaving each other, to brows and cheeks and lips.  They kissed each other hungrily, as if it were the first time.

And when they knew it was time they stepped out of the car just long enough to undress each other as slowly and gracefully as they had done everything else before climbing into the back seat and making love the same way.

At lunchtime on Friday Jane and Suzy met with Lucia and a few other girlfriends at a nearby burger place for a farewell lunch, mostly for Lucia as she was going to be out of town for a couple of months, but for Jane as well since she was leaving the next day.  As she and Suzy walked back to the store Suzy told her that she had another date with Joe the next night and promised to tell her all about it.  She had plans, she said—but wouldn’t say anything more.

Friday night was spent packing as Jane’s parents wanted to get an early start to beat the traffic to the Cape.  Because of that Jane and Peter had said their good-byes the night before and weren’t expecting to see each other until Jane returned.  

When she finished she looked at the clock on her desk and saw that it was almost time for Peter to be closing up the store.  She thought a moment as an idea began to tickle her.  Normally she’d wait for him to call her when he got home, but he had told her that it was never very busy on a Friday night…  She checked to make sure her parents were out of earshot, picked up the phone and dialed the store.  If someone else answered she planned to hang up, but it was Peter’s voice, brisk and business-like, saying, “Word Works bookstore, can I help you?” that she heard.

She disguised her voice, making it lower and more grown-up-sounding.  “Yes, I’m looking for a book, but I’ve forgotten the title.  Is there any way you can help me?”

There was a pause, and Jane wondered if he’d seen through her disguise already.  But he replied, “I can look it up by the author’s name if you have that.”

“Oh, I’m afraid not,” Jane said, “but I can tell you the subject—will that help?”

“Well, it might.  Is it a non-fiction book?”

Jane could tell that Peter was becoming a little annoyed by this customer who didn’t know anything about the book she wanted.  She went on, “Why yes, I believe so.  It’s all about…panties.”

“Pa—“, she heard Peter start to say, then catch himself before he could say the word out loud in the store.  “Um…I beg your pardon?”

Jane was surprised that Peter hadn’t caught on as soon as she’d said the word, but wasn’t about to stop until he did.  “Panties,” She repeated, lingering on the word a little.  “I just love panties…don’t you?”

“Well, I…”

“They’re so pretty and…” Jane lowered her voice even more, making it husky “…intimate, don’t you think?”  

“I—“

“It’s so nice the way they…fit down there, you know?”

“Uhh…”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Jane rushed on.

“Um, well, that’s actually…”

“I’ll just bet you do…do you ever just pull up her skirt so you can look at her panties?  My boyfriend does that to me all the time and I just love it.”

“Ohhhh….” Peter had caught on. “Well, perhaps you could give me a few more details.  Hang on one moment, please”

Jane heard him say, “Good night, thanks for coming,” to someone—a customer, she assumed—then, in a louder voice, “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re closing now.  Please bring your purchases to the counter.”  Then he was back on the phone.  “Thank you for waiting, ma’am.  You were saying?”

“Oh, yes,” Jane continued.  “I was telling you how much my boyfriend likes to see my panties.  Why, the very first time we met the first thing he did was make me lift up my dress so he could look at them.”

“Mm-hm…”  Then Jane heard him say, “That’ll be six ninety-five, ma’am.”

She went on, “They were just white panties with little flowers on them, but he really seemed to like them.  He made me bend over so he could see how cute my behind looked in them.”

“Mm-hm…”  Then: “Yes ma’am, I can change a pant- …a twenty.”

Jane giggled and said, “Oh, I can tell you like panties too.  My boyfriend stole a pair of mine once, and you know what?  He even tied me to a chair one time and made me lick his come out of them.  Isn’t that cute?”

“Thank you ma’am.  What?  No, I’m all right; it’s just a little hot in here, that’s all.  Good night.”  Then to Jane, “One moment please, ma’am.”  His voice at a distance, saying,  “I’ll lock up.  Good night, Mr. Nevin.”  

Silence for a moment, then his voice again: “I’m sorry, ma’am, we don’t seem to have that book.”

“Well, that’s all right,” Jane purred, her voice breathy.  “Actually, I’m wearing some very nice panties right now that I’d love to show you.  If you’re done with work why don’t you drop by?  I’ll lift up my dress for you, and if you like my panties maybe I’ll take them off…” she pulled the mouthpiece of the phone very close and whispered, “and rub your cock with them.  Your girlfriend won’t mind, will she?”

“Um…I don’t think so.  She often brings other girls to her house for me to play with.”

“Meet me at the end of the driveway.”

After hanging up the phone Jane thought quickly.  Peter would be there soon but it was already getting late. They really shouldn’t be doing this at all but Jane really wanted to see him again before she left…and wanted to do something special for him to think about while she was gone.

Despite what she’d said to Peter, the panties she was wearing under her summer dress were an old pair and not very attractive.  She went over and opened her underwear drawer to see if she could find something nice that he hadn’t seen before.  As she rustled through the various bright-colored fabrics she spotted a pair in a back corner, and paused to look at them.  

She had bought them on impulse because she’d liked the design—a shiny red fabric swirled with black and trimmed with a little black lace—and had thought that Peter would like them too, of course.  But she had misread the label, apparently, because when she’d gotten around to trying them on they were too large for her, and being in a hurry that day she had simply stuffed them into the back of the drawer and grabbed a different pair.  But now she held them out in front of her and stared at them thoughtfully…

Then she snapped her fingers and began pulling off her clothes.  It was time for a little table-turning—if she could find everything needed.

She had told her parents she was all packed and was just going for a short walk before bed—all of which was true.  Her mother had suggested that she put on some insect repellent and Jane was very glad she had done so.  She’d slathered herself with it from head to toe and even though it smelled terrible she was glad to be wearing it.  Especially since she wasn’t wearing that much else, and she could hear the buzz of winged insects all around her.  She had been wearing the same summer dress as before when she left the house, carrying a few things in a grocery bag, and walked down to the end of the driveway, but that dress was now folded and lying, along with her sandals, at the base of the tree she was hiding behind as she waited for Peter to arrive.

Now that she was actually about to do what she’d planned she couldn’t decide whether she looked sexy or really stupid.  But she knew that whatever happened next would be memorable.

It was already dark when Peter’s car pulled into the driveway, drove past where Jane was hiding and stopped just around the curve where it wouldn’t be seen from the road.  Jane immediately stepped into the driveway from behind her tree and crept up to the car, stopping just behind the driver’s side door.  And before Peter had a chance to turn off the ignition she stuck her gun in the open window so that it touched his temple, making him jump.

Using the same low, seductive voice she’d used on the phone, she said, “Alright, Panty Boy, hold it right there.  Keep your hands on the wheel.”

Peter recovered quickly from his initial surprise and played along, as Jane had expected, saying nothing and keeping his hands on the wheel as instructed.

Keeping her gun in place she said, “Turn off the engine.  But leave the lights on.”  When he had done so, she removed the gun, saying, “Get out.  Raise your hands.  And go stand where I can see you.”

She faded back into the darkness as he opened the car door and stepped out, raising his hands.  She watched him walk to the point where the beams from the headlights converged, watched him turn slowly around.  She was too near-sighted to see his facial expression from where she stood, and wondered if he was smiling.  He was still dressed for work in a short-sleeved white shirt and tie and dark pants.

But not for long.

“All right, Panty Boy, take off your clothes.”  When he hesitated she added, “Now.  Put them on the hood.”

Peter did as he was told, playing it completely seriously, slowly lowering his hands and removing his tie, shirt and undershirt and stepping forward to lay them on the car hood, then stepping back into the light to repeat the process with his shoes and socks, and finally his pants and underwear.  When he was completely naked he stood in the light and placed his hands—and Jane was sure he must be smiling at least to himself as he did so—behind his head.

Jane allowed herself a few moments to enjoy the sight.  She didn’t want to take too long, not least because she knew Peter wasn’t wearing any insect repellent—although considering some of the things he’d put her through a few bug bites was a small price to pay, she thought.  She loved looking at him, his well-shaped body, the dark hair on his chest and in his armpits and groin.  His cock nestled in its bed of wiry hairs, unaroused—as yet.

“Put these on, Panty Boy,” she said, tossing him the red panties she’d been carrying wadded up in her other hand.  They fell a few feet in front of him, and she watched as retrieved and unrolled them, holding them out in the light with both hands.  Oh, how she wished she could make out his facial expression right now!

“I didn’t say look at them, I said put them on, Panty Boy.  Go on.  And then put your hands back where they were.”

She watched as he slowly lowered, then stepped into them and pulled them up to his waist, then returned his hands to behind his head.  As she’d hoped, the panties fit him well.  They were somewhat on the snug side, but Jane had no problem at all with that.

Again she allowed herself a few moments to enjoy the sight of him dressed only in her shiny red and black panties.

Then she walked forward, past the car and stepped between the headlights where there was just enough light so he could see her.  She hoped he wouldn’t laugh and spoil the mood.

On her feet were red leather cowgirl boots with white tooling and tassels.  She’d had them since she was eight years old and she’d had to dig way to the back in her closet to find them.  She’d been amazed she’d still been able to get her feet into them—though she doubted she’d be able to walk far, they were so tight on her feet.  Around her waist was the matching red leather holstered gun-belt, complete with silvery pearl-handled cap pistols, a little rusty from having once been left out in the rain, one of which she held pointed at him.  For lack of a better disguise she was wearing a red and white bandana—with ragged eyeholes she’d hurriedly cut out—tied over the upper half of her face.  

And, completing the ensemble, a lacy set of bra and panties in black.

She watched his face anxiously for any hint of amusement, but his expression remained impassive as he looked at her.  As she allowed her gaze to move downward, however, she saw the definite beginnings of a reaction taking shape in the front of the panties he was wearing.

Good.

She sauntered forward, keeping the pistol pointed at him while with her left hand she drew the other from its holster.  When she reached him she put the tip of the left-hand pistol against his chest and looked into his eyes in what she hoped was a believably menacing manner.  Then she deliberately shifted her gaze downward to where the bulge in the front of his panties was taking a much more definite and recognizable shape.

“You really are a Panty Boy, aren’t you?” she purred.  She reached down and with the tip of the pistol in her right hand stroked his erection lightly, once, from bottom to top.  It stiffened noticeably.  She glanced up and saw him staring, fascinated, at what she was doing, his breathing becoming a little faster.  She teased him some more, using the tip of the pistol to trace the outline of his erection through the fabric, then lowered it and used the gun-sight to tickle his balls.  Soon the head of his cock was straining, in what looked to Jane like a somewhat painful manner, to escape the lacy elastic waistband of the panties.

She smiled up at him.  “Looks like somebody wants to come out and play.”  She worked the tip of her gun under the waistband and pulled the elastic out just far enough for the head of his cock to pop free—then she pulled it out even farther, as far as she could, and let it snap back against his cock.  Peter let out a short huff of breath.

“Well, that’s just too bad, Panty Boy.  Now turn around—let’s see how cute your behind looks.”  As soon he had turned his back to her Jane moved silently back to the car, replacing the guns in their holsters as she did so.

She picked up his pants from the hood and started going through his pockets.  Working as quietly as possible she put his belt, wallet, comb, change and assorted bits of paper on the hood then, still holding his pants, turned back towards him.   

“I have a message from your girlfriend,” she said.