It was a last-minute invite to an Abba themed party, and she searched the internet for inspiration. Then she searched through her kitchen cupboards.

She stroked the foil and licked her lips as the surface crinkled beneath her fingers.

She walked into the room, the bacofoil knickers digging into her arse crack and her nipples rubbing against the crumpled aluminium wrapped around her tits. She was so turned on, she could feel herself drip.

At least it wouldn’t take her long to get her kit off when she got laid. She just hoped her knickers wouldn’t rust before then.