Car wardrobe
Posted: 28 Jan 2009, 16:29FACT
I have always been fascinated by the clothes I see hanging in the back of cars. Obviously you see jackets being displayed by men and women but quite often I see short skirts or glamorous blouses hanging in the backs of cars and wonder if there is a story.
FICTION
Many a time I have wondered what the clothes are for that I see hanging in the backs of cars and so, when I saw an estate car in the supermarket car park, displaying clothes I went to have a closer look.
Hanging in the back were black trousers, a black short skirt, white jumper and white shirt. On the back seat were a pair of high black suede shoes and a pair of black high heeled boots. Intrigued, and with some spare time, I decided to see if there was anything to interest me so I moved the car to a better vantage point and waited.
About ten minutes later the owner reappeared. A woman probably in her mid to late thirties dressed in a white t-shirt, pale blue jeans and white trainers. She had shoulder length auburn hair with a slight wave and a good figure. She put her small amount of shopping in the car before driving off with me following at a safe distance.
It was about fifteen minutes before we turned off the main road and down a country lane. I had to keep well back in case she watched her mirrors but I was confident of being able to keep track. It was only a few minutes later I came round the corner and just caught sight of her car down a track in the woods. I carried on and stopped in the next track, locked the car and hurried back.
Being summer there were plenty of green shrubs amongst the trees and I went off the road before reaching the track to take advantage of the cover. The car was parked about 50 yards from the road and I could see the back of the woman's head sitting in the open back door at the far side of the car. She stood and shut the door before walking towards the front of the car. It was only as she emerged from behind the car I could see she had changed. She had on the black boots, trousers and jumper I had seen before.
She walked at the far side of the track and I followed, as best I could, behind the line of bushes. I lost sight of her as I passed behind dense bushes but she seemed to be doing her best to keep well clear of the muddy path and I wondered if I was going to be disappointed.
Eventually she arrived at a a clearing and I had to stop behind a large bushes some distance away. In the middle of the clearing was a small pond which was full of leaves and dead branches. She stood gazing for some time and I was sure she would be able to hear my beating heart. After what seemed an eternity she walked towards the pond and stepped into the leaf covered mud around the edge. I was surprised to see so much mud considering the warm weather but the mud was up to her knees and she hadn't reached clear water. She lifted her feet in and out of the mud a few times before heading into the middle. Once clear of the mud the water deepened quickly and soon she was up to her chest.
I watched as she waded around for a few minutes, obviously enjoying herself before she made her way out but not before crawling deliberately through the mud ensuring the white jumper was liberally coated.
After a look back she set off down the path and I followed at a discrete distance. On reaching the car she opened the same rear door and took out the bag before spreading a towel and sitting back on the seat. As I couldn't see from my side of the car I headed back to the pond.
I started by walking right round the pond and exploring the undergrowth to see if there was somewhere nearer that I could use if the opportunity presented itself in the future. I spent some time doing this and as I did so I heard her car start up and start reversing and my mind wandered back to the pond.
I was drawn to the pond and, although I hadn't dressed for a dip, I always carried a spare set of clothes just in case. A quick assessment of what I was wearing and I thought, 'what the hell, let's go for it' and I headed back to the same spot she had used as it seemed to offer the most mud.
I put my shoe in slowly and was surprised to find it sink below the surface of the mud right at the edge. After putting my other foot alongside I took another step and I was up to my knees. The weather may have been warm but the mud was quite cool as I moved further forwards. Soon I was in water although there was a thick layer of mud underfoot. The water was up to my waist and it was cold.
I had just got chest deep when a voice behind me said, “What are you doing?” I stumbled and turned to find the same woman standing on the bank, smiling. She was now wearing the black skirt, shirt and high heeled shoes.
“Would you like some company?” she said but didn't wait for an answer and slowly walked in holding her skirt in place as it touched the water and tried to float up.
“Hi” I said slightly sheepishly as she reached me. I also found it difficult to take my eyes off her shirt which was semi transparent and revealed no bra.
Seeing my gaze she too looked and laughed, “Well I wasn't planning on a second trip and so didn't bring any spare undies.”
Now I knew why she had held her skirt in place!
“You will never make a spy you know. I saw you in the bushes as I walked down here.”
“But you still went ahead.” I asked.
“Nothing wrong it what we are doing is there? After all we're not naked.”
“That's true, I must admit I'd never given it much thought. It's just I'm a little self conscious wading into mud fully dressed.” I replied.
“Never bothered me. I have been seen here on more than one occasion. More worried if they see me changing. Talking of which, have you got a change of clothes?”
“I have, they are back in my car just up the road. In fact I might head back there now as this water is cold.” I said although I didn't really want to go.
“I love it when it's cold. Good excuse to wear more clothes. Tell you what, why not give me your number and I'll give you a ring when it's cold.”
That sounded good to me and I told her so. Then it was off out through the mud and back down the track. I said I would change and drop a card back when I was ready and left her to change.
Not having any water I had to make do with a rub down from the towel before putting on my spare clothes. I found a card with my mobile number and drove back down to the other track. She was standing by the car having changed and she took the card before giving me a peck on the cheek and got into her car. I did the same and drove off wondering if I would see her again.
As the weeks passed I seriously doubted I would see her again although I did keep an eye out at the superma rket and at the wood but no sign.
It was late September when I got a call on my mobile and a voice said, “HI, it's Pippa here.” as this was followed by a silence from me the voice added, “from the mud.”
It was only then I realised I had never even asked her name. “Hi, how are you?” I asked relieved to hear her voice.
“I'm great. I am just heading up to the pond and wondered if you fancied joining me?”
“That would be great” I replied quickly. “When?”
“In about an hour if that's OK?”
“See you in an hour then.” I said and hung up. She wasn't joking about cold as the temperature had been at, or below, freezing for a few days. It was nice and sunny today but definitely not warm.
I wasn't sure I wanted to get muddy in this weather but I wasn't going to miss the opportunity of seeing Pippa go in so I got dressed in some large hiking boots, jeans, t-shirt and thick sweater before putting a towel and some spare clothes in the car just in case.
When I arrived her car was already there and she stepped out to greet me. She was wearing an ankle length tan coat with a fur trim collar, a white wooly hat and a matching scarf. Before I said a word she opened the coat to show a big thick white jumper and brown wool trousers with a big flared leg. She pulled up the leg to show high heeled brown boots underneath.
Fastening the coat again she shouted, “Come on then, last one in is a cissy.” and she was off up the path.
When we got there she stopped at the edge and turned, “You are coming in aren't you?”
I looked and saw there was a thin film of ice around the edge and I must admit to not being keen.
Seeing my hesitance she said, “Well I'm not going in alone.”
Realising the sacrifice I was going to have to make I replied, “of course I'm going in.” and walked to join her.
As we walked in the ice actually crackled and I wondered if we were both mad. At first my boots kept the mud out but soon I was up to my knees and it was freezing. By now she was pulling me along with her and we moved into the middle where the water came up to our chests. I soon started to shiver and was all for getting out.
“Don't stand still, you'll freeze.” and with that she started to jump and splash.
I joined in and I must admit it did help a bit but not much! I eagerly followed as she headed for the edge but she stopped when she was about knee deep and took off her coat which she just dropped along with her scarf. She then sat down and rolled in the icy mud ruining her once delightful white jumper. Then she did something I found truly bizarre as she reached down and pulled off her boots which she threw to one side before removing her trousers and jumper and throwing them, along with the hat, into the pond. Then she was off again laughing and splashing around dressed only in muddy pants and bra.
Eventually even she had got cold and we ran back to the cars where we stripped off in semi privacy and dressed in our spare clothes. Only when she was dressed did she suggest a drink and produced a flask of coffee which was more than welcome.
I have always been fascinated by the clothes I see hanging in the back of cars. Obviously you see jackets being displayed by men and women but quite often I see short skirts or glamorous blouses hanging in the backs of cars and wonder if there is a story.
FICTION
Many a time I have wondered what the clothes are for that I see hanging in the backs of cars and so, when I saw an estate car in the supermarket car park, displaying clothes I went to have a closer look.
Hanging in the back were black trousers, a black short skirt, white jumper and white shirt. On the back seat were a pair of high black suede shoes and a pair of black high heeled boots. Intrigued, and with some spare time, I decided to see if there was anything to interest me so I moved the car to a better vantage point and waited.
About ten minutes later the owner reappeared. A woman probably in her mid to late thirties dressed in a white t-shirt, pale blue jeans and white trainers. She had shoulder length auburn hair with a slight wave and a good figure. She put her small amount of shopping in the car before driving off with me following at a safe distance.
It was about fifteen minutes before we turned off the main road and down a country lane. I had to keep well back in case she watched her mirrors but I was confident of being able to keep track. It was only a few minutes later I came round the corner and just caught sight of her car down a track in the woods. I carried on and stopped in the next track, locked the car and hurried back.
Being summer there were plenty of green shrubs amongst the trees and I went off the road before reaching the track to take advantage of the cover. The car was parked about 50 yards from the road and I could see the back of the woman's head sitting in the open back door at the far side of the car. She stood and shut the door before walking towards the front of the car. It was only as she emerged from behind the car I could see she had changed. She had on the black boots, trousers and jumper I had seen before.
She walked at the far side of the track and I followed, as best I could, behind the line of bushes. I lost sight of her as I passed behind dense bushes but she seemed to be doing her best to keep well clear of the muddy path and I wondered if I was going to be disappointed.
Eventually she arrived at a a clearing and I had to stop behind a large bushes some distance away. In the middle of the clearing was a small pond which was full of leaves and dead branches. She stood gazing for some time and I was sure she would be able to hear my beating heart. After what seemed an eternity she walked towards the pond and stepped into the leaf covered mud around the edge. I was surprised to see so much mud considering the warm weather but the mud was up to her knees and she hadn't reached clear water. She lifted her feet in and out of the mud a few times before heading into the middle. Once clear of the mud the water deepened quickly and soon she was up to her chest.
I watched as she waded around for a few minutes, obviously enjoying herself before she made her way out but not before crawling deliberately through the mud ensuring the white jumper was liberally coated.
After a look back she set off down the path and I followed at a discrete distance. On reaching the car she opened the same rear door and took out the bag before spreading a towel and sitting back on the seat. As I couldn't see from my side of the car I headed back to the pond.
I started by walking right round the pond and exploring the undergrowth to see if there was somewhere nearer that I could use if the opportunity presented itself in the future. I spent some time doing this and as I did so I heard her car start up and start reversing and my mind wandered back to the pond.
I was drawn to the pond and, although I hadn't dressed for a dip, I always carried a spare set of clothes just in case. A quick assessment of what I was wearing and I thought, 'what the hell, let's go for it' and I headed back to the same spot she had used as it seemed to offer the most mud.
I put my shoe in slowly and was surprised to find it sink below the surface of the mud right at the edge. After putting my other foot alongside I took another step and I was up to my knees. The weather may have been warm but the mud was quite cool as I moved further forwards. Soon I was in water although there was a thick layer of mud underfoot. The water was up to my waist and it was cold.
I had just got chest deep when a voice behind me said, “What are you doing?” I stumbled and turned to find the same woman standing on the bank, smiling. She was now wearing the black skirt, shirt and high heeled shoes.
“Would you like some company?” she said but didn't wait for an answer and slowly walked in holding her skirt in place as it touched the water and tried to float up.
“Hi” I said slightly sheepishly as she reached me. I also found it difficult to take my eyes off her shirt which was semi transparent and revealed no bra.
Seeing my gaze she too looked and laughed, “Well I wasn't planning on a second trip and so didn't bring any spare undies.”
Now I knew why she had held her skirt in place!
“You will never make a spy you know. I saw you in the bushes as I walked down here.”
“But you still went ahead.” I asked.
“Nothing wrong it what we are doing is there? After all we're not naked.”
“That's true, I must admit I'd never given it much thought. It's just I'm a little self conscious wading into mud fully dressed.” I replied.
“Never bothered me. I have been seen here on more than one occasion. More worried if they see me changing. Talking of which, have you got a change of clothes?”
“I have, they are back in my car just up the road. In fact I might head back there now as this water is cold.” I said although I didn't really want to go.
“I love it when it's cold. Good excuse to wear more clothes. Tell you what, why not give me your number and I'll give you a ring when it's cold.”
That sounded good to me and I told her so. Then it was off out through the mud and back down the track. I said I would change and drop a card back when I was ready and left her to change.
Not having any water I had to make do with a rub down from the towel before putting on my spare clothes. I found a card with my mobile number and drove back down to the other track. She was standing by the car having changed and she took the card before giving me a peck on the cheek and got into her car. I did the same and drove off wondering if I would see her again.
As the weeks passed I seriously doubted I would see her again although I did keep an eye out at the superma rket and at the wood but no sign.
It was late September when I got a call on my mobile and a voice said, “HI, it's Pippa here.” as this was followed by a silence from me the voice added, “from the mud.”
It was only then I realised I had never even asked her name. “Hi, how are you?” I asked relieved to hear her voice.
“I'm great. I am just heading up to the pond and wondered if you fancied joining me?”
“That would be great” I replied quickly. “When?”
“In about an hour if that's OK?”
“See you in an hour then.” I said and hung up. She wasn't joking about cold as the temperature had been at, or below, freezing for a few days. It was nice and sunny today but definitely not warm.
I wasn't sure I wanted to get muddy in this weather but I wasn't going to miss the opportunity of seeing Pippa go in so I got dressed in some large hiking boots, jeans, t-shirt and thick sweater before putting a towel and some spare clothes in the car just in case.
When I arrived her car was already there and she stepped out to greet me. She was wearing an ankle length tan coat with a fur trim collar, a white wooly hat and a matching scarf. Before I said a word she opened the coat to show a big thick white jumper and brown wool trousers with a big flared leg. She pulled up the leg to show high heeled brown boots underneath.
Fastening the coat again she shouted, “Come on then, last one in is a cissy.” and she was off up the path.
When we got there she stopped at the edge and turned, “You are coming in aren't you?”
I looked and saw there was a thin film of ice around the edge and I must admit to not being keen.
Seeing my hesitance she said, “Well I'm not going in alone.”
Realising the sacrifice I was going to have to make I replied, “of course I'm going in.” and walked to join her.
As we walked in the ice actually crackled and I wondered if we were both mad. At first my boots kept the mud out but soon I was up to my knees and it was freezing. By now she was pulling me along with her and we moved into the middle where the water came up to our chests. I soon started to shiver and was all for getting out.
“Don't stand still, you'll freeze.” and with that she started to jump and splash.
I joined in and I must admit it did help a bit but not much! I eagerly followed as she headed for the edge but she stopped when she was about knee deep and took off her coat which she just dropped along with her scarf. She then sat down and rolled in the icy mud ruining her once delightful white jumper. Then she did something I found truly bizarre as she reached down and pulled off her boots which she threw to one side before removing her trousers and jumper and throwing them, along with the hat, into the pond. Then she was off again laughing and splashing around dressed only in muddy pants and bra.
Eventually even she had got cold and we ran back to the cars where we stripped off in semi privacy and dressed in our spare clothes. Only when she was dressed did she suggest a drink and produced a flask of coffee which was more than welcome.