Shady Places

When you have everything
You have everything to lose
She made herself a bed of nails
And shes plannin’ on puttin’ it to use

Ben Harper

Bathurst – March 2023

When they finished their meal, Alison took Christian back to her place, where they screwed once more before they went to sleep. In the morning, she let him go on his way. Other times, she would have felt the powerful urge for just one more fuck, but this time, her mind was focused on other things and she was eager for some time alone.

After tidying away all evidence of their activities the previous day, Alison showered, then sat herself down at her computer and inserted the memory card from her GoPro. As that copied the footage that Christian had filmed, she plugged her phone into another port and did the same with the recording she had made. Moving all the files into a folder she had prepared earlier, she labelled them with innocent titles related to cooking and began editing.

She was happy with the footage and the framing, even if she had to edit out Christian’s unintentional pans away from the action. She didn’t care. It would make for a more succinct movie. When she had assembled it into something approaching a proper film, she hit the last button on her editing program and produced the finished file.

Alison sat back and was surprised to see that the day had turned into early evening. She had been working flat out on her movie for hours and barely noticed the time flying by.

When the file was complete, she scanned it for quality and, satisfied, saved the movie to an SD card. Ejecting it, she placed it in a small plastic case and stood and stretched. She looked out her window at the darkening sky and checked the time. She twisted and bit her lip as she calculated the time she had before he came home. She looked back at the card, then, grabbing it, she reached into her bedside table drawer, pulling out the pair of underpants and left her home.

The drive to Henry’s house couldn’t have been over ten minutes, but walking would have taken at least thirty, and Alison didn’t want to run out of time. She drove past the front to check if he was home and satisfied he was out; she turned the corner and parked on the street behind in a secluded spot.

Alison waited a few minutes for the sun to sink lower before she removed her pants and knickers and pulled on the pair from her drawer. The pair she had found at Henry’s house days earlier. The pair that belonged to his lover.

Flicking the switch so that the interior light wouldn’t come on when she opened the door, Alison scanned the street for life. Seeing none, she undid her seatbelt and then removed her top. She instinctively made to cover herself and immediately felt a sensation of arousal from her own touch. Squeezing tighter, she closed her eyes and breathed in through her nose. Satisfied she was ready, she gently opened the car door topless and slipped out into the evening air.

Behind a bush, she hid her car keys. Someone would have to be go to that exact spot to stumble across them. Knowing time was of the essence, Alison bent double and snuck forward without pausing. With only the underwear to cover her, she moved through the bushes of each house she passed, ducking under windows and freezing with each car that came down the street. Again, she felt titillated and aroused at the thought of being caught outside, almost nude. She worried she might make a habit out of this. But she only worried a little.

Lying face down on the cool grass under the window of one house, Alison felt the tickle of a thousand soft pricks as she listened impassively to the muffled sounds of music coming from within. As she waited for a car to pass, she closed her eyes and wiggled on the lawn in rhythm with the beat. I could lie here forever, she thought as the grass aroused her from her nipples to her nails.

When she reached Henry’s house, she stopped and lowered herself into a crouch. She smiled at the memory that only a week earlier she had been hiding in almost the same spot under very different circumstances. This time she was here by choice, and this time he wasn’t home. Satisfied he his car was gone, and he was out, she sprinted for the veranda, found the key under the flowerpot and unlocked the front door. She let herself in and closed the door behind her.

In the fading light, Alison wandered through the house that used to be hers until only just recently. It was warmer than outside, yet she felt her skin tighten and her nipples stiffen at the excitement of being naughty. While the rooms and the objects in them were familiar, without her possessions to complement Henry’s, to her the place felt bare.

Moving silently from room to room, she checked for unexpected humans and found none. She resisted the temptation to rifle through Henry’s drawers and laundry for more evidence of other women, choosing instead to turn back toward the living room and complete her mission.

The large flat screen television they had owned together was still there, but the couch that used to sit in front of it was now at her place. Replacing it was Henry’s gaming chair and seat from under the kitchen table.

“They can’t have been making out in that,” Alison thought to herself.

Attached to the television was Henry’s Xbox and controller. The cause of so much of her frustration during the Covid lockdowns, where Henry would lose himself for so many hours and not pay attention to her. The Xbox that would now become the tool for her revenge.

Stepping over to the console, Alison opened the SD case and inserted the enclosed memory card. As she waited for the files to appear on the television screen, she pulled down the pants and slid her finger across her sex. Her plan was simple; sit in the chair where Henry had sat neglecting her for so many hours and masturbate to a movie of her with another man playing from his Xbox.

It was incredibly petty, and she knew it, but other than stalking him and getting all angry about the situation, she thought this single act of harmless revenge would be enough. Enough for her, and her alone, to know she’d turned the tables on him. He could move on as quickly as wished, marry again if he so desired, but she would have the knowledge that she had wanked in the middle of his petty empire. She had marked her territory for all time, no matter who he met.

As the file loaded, Alison walked about the living room, touching herself and swinging the knickers about her finger like a tiny lasso. She could feel her moisture levels increasing as she became more aroused and turned back to the screen just in time to see that the loading was complete.

“Yippee,” Alison squeaked and threw the knickers into the air like some graduation mortarboard. But her sexy celebration turned to horror in a moment and she felt the life drain out of her as she watched the knickers sail through the air and hook themselves onto the pendant light high above her head.

Alison’s shoulders slumped as she groaned at her stupidity and misfortune. Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and sighed. “Fuck!”

She looked around for something to help her get the pants down, but she couldn’t see a broom or similar pole. Rushing to the laundry, she looked for a step ladder but again left disappointed. Panicking, she looked desperately at the garage outside through the laundry window but dismissed that as too far and too risky. She’d learnt the hard way that stepping outside naked could lead to unwanted adventures.

She only had one option. She’d have to climb on the kitchen table and get them down by hand. Switching off the television just to be safe, Alison pulled out a chair and climbed up on it and onto the table. Steadying herself, she reached for the pants, but they were just beyond her reach. Realising she needed more height, she climbed back off the table and placed another chair where she had stood. Slowly, she climbed back up on her improvised ladder and tentatively reached out and pulled down the errant underwear. She had just congratulated herself on averting a disaster when she heard the key turning in the front door.

Climbing down off the chair and table as quickly as she dared, Alison took the chair and put it back in its place. She knew every creak of every floorboard and, realising she had run out of time and could not escape; she sat down at the table and crossed her legs and rested her chin on her knuckles. It was only at the last second she remembered to fling the offending undies over her shoulder and pray that they landed out of view.

“Hello Henry,” she said, smiling as he entered the room.

“Alison,” he replied. “What brings you here?”

“Oh Henry,” she said. “If you don’t know that, then maybe I’ve let myself in to the wrong home!”

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