Moving Home Pt. 02

It was six weeks before I got the nod to get into the rose garden, so early one Saturday morning, I pitched up with gardening tools, and everything needed to make a rose feel loved and wanted. If you haven't figured it out by now, I must tell you that I love roses. There is something magical about them. I got in and weeded the garden, dug out the dead rose bushes and then I pruned the rest. I was well into the process when a car pulled up in the driveway of the house next door. A woman got out. Thirty something, hair like raven's wing and eyes that a man could drown in.

"What are you doing?"

I looked up into those eyes and started to drown, slowly and gloriously.

"Weeding." I said "Weeding the rose bed." My ability to make sparkling conversation had rapidly evaporated as I drowned in those eyes.

"I can see that! Why?"

My brain was still in drowning mode.

"Because there are weeds and roses don't like weeds."

"Shit. OK. Lets try this another way. Who are you?"

I still couldn't look away.

"I am Tom!"

It was at this moment that Ma drove up the driveway of our new house. Jill and Ma had arrived which allowed me to drag my eyes away from the woman and find some clarity in my mind.

"We bought the house and are going to renovate it when transfer happens. I am just making sure no more roses die before winter."

And then suddenly the woman started to laugh.

"Tom! That has got to have been the most flattering conversation I have had in years. I am Angie. And welcome to the neighbourhood. I am glad you are going to give the roses some attention. Poor old Jim just couldn't do it any more and it pained him to see his roses degenerate in his last year or so."

Ma and Jill arrived, introduced themselves and the women all went to Angie's house to drink tea and gossip, leaving me with the roses. When the tea party broke up, Angie came across to me.

"My husband Paul would like to meet you. Are you coming here tomorrow as well?"

"Yes. Still got a lot to do."

"OK. Why don't you join us for lunch tomorrow? Paul will be back then."

What could I say, but yes. And she leant forward so I can see down her loose top, kissed me on the cheek, smiled at me and then as she walked away ran her hand up her backside in a seriously provocative manner which left me seriously distracted. When she got to her door, she turned and waved. As she disappeared into the house I saw her lift her top off and I got a flash of naked breast.

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"Hi, I am Paul."

I looked up from my careful pruning of an old rose to see a sleek, dark haired man leaning over the fence. He has obviously been out running because he was dressed in the right clothes for running and had elegant streams of sweat running down his face.

I wiped my hands on my shabby trousers and walked across to him. He wanted to shake hands, so I presented him with my wrist to save his clean hands, but he ignored it and braved my grubby, soil encrusted hands. He looked like a fashion influencer but was prepared to get his hands dirty. Now that was impressive.

"Wash up and come on over for lunch."

"Thanks, give me five minutes and I will be with you."

He nodded and headed off to the house without looking back.

They were sitting on the veranda when I arrived. I had taken clean clothing along so that I would be presentable when I went over for lunch. I managed not to drown in Angie's eyes again.

"Thanks for the invite."

"No problem. Angie tells me you got all monosyllabic when you met her?"

What to do? It would seem that Angie had told her side of the story, might as well stick with the truth.

"Monosyllabic? Yeah, I guess you could call it that. She has the most beautiful eyes and I found myself drowning."

They both burst out laughing.

"When he first met me he went all monosyllabic like you did. He said that he had drowned in my eyes. And that made him a definite keeper."

"Lucky man!"

"You should see what her eyes are like when she cums."

"Paul!" Angie's response seemed more humorous than serious but still what could I say but the good old Jewish phrase.

"I should be so lucky."

"Take your top off. Paul doesn't have a shirt on and I have been perving on your naked chest for all of Saturday and much of this morning."

"Yes. Take it off!" Paul was laughing now. I don't have big bulging muscles like Dave. I have the thin, long muscles that competitive swimmers develop. I had nothing to hide, so I took my top off.

"Now, take your top off. I got a flash of your naked breasts from a distance, I reckon I am entitled to see a close up."

"I wondered if you had seen my flash!"

"Go on. Do as he asks!"

She smiled and lifted her top off allowing me to see her perfect breasts.

We chatted a while and then she got to her feet and fetched lunch for us.

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"OK. I am off. See you again soon." Paul shook my hand, kissed Angie and walked out. We saw him riding off on a fancy racing bike.

"Angie? What is going on?"

"You and I are going to spend the afternoon in my playroom."

The word playroom seemed to have loaded connotations.

"What about Paul?"

"Paul has gone cycling. Come see my play room."

She walked off without looking back. I followed. What else could I do?

Her playroom was a large room with a king size bed in the middle facing a huge window that showed the sweeping beach and some of the mountains to the right. The bed had a head board and a foot board with metal eyes that looked very much like you could fasten hand cuffs to.

There were ceiling high, mirror fronted cupboards along one wall and Angie walked up to one and opened a door. Inside there were all sorts of sex toys on shelves. Restraints, dildos, vibrators and strap-ons. A selection of lubricants in garish bottles rubbed shoulders with butt plugs in black and silver ranging in size from a centimetre to at least ten centimetres in diameter. I surveyed this collection with mounting horror.

"I think you have the wrong person."

"Why?" Angie looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. "None of this turns you on?"

"Not really. I am afraid I am a vanilla sort of guy. I know what most of these toys are used for, I have even watched videos featuring some of them, but they don't turn me on at all."

"Good. I showed you so that you knew what was in the cupboards. I didn't want you to find them by accident."

"You use these professionally?"

"Would it worry you if I did?"

"No. But I am not in the market for this sort of thing and I am pretty sure that I couldn't afford your rates even if I was."

"No, you most probably couldn't afford my rates but you and I are here to just pleasure each other. I have a need for a hard cock and you have what I need."

"Paul?"

She smiled gently, put her finger on my lips and whispered.

"Afterwards."

She leant forward and kissed me on the lips, closed mouth at first then a tongue flicked across my lips.

"Kiss me like you mean it."

How could I resist? I folded her in my arms, felt her warm soft body pressing against mine, felt her need. I tasted her mouth, thrust my tongue into her mouth, ran my hand down her beautiful body and pulled her in closer. I felt her nipples harden against my chest and my cock hardening in response.

I lowered her onto the bed and slid her skirt off her perfectly rounded arse. She lay there vulnerable to my gaze, to my hands, to my cock, so I spread her legs and pressed my mouth against her pussy, tasting her sex juices, smelling her musk. She murmured softly as I found her clitoris and sucked it softly in. I slid two fingers deep inside her and heard her breathe "Oh, yes," softly like an exhaled breath.

I gently licked and kissed her clit while softly sliding my fingers in and out of her.

"Oh!" she whispered "Oh!"

And then she started to breathe faster and faster, the faint "Oh!" becoming more loud, more urgent. Then she spoke out loud for the first time.

"Now! Fuck me now!"

I slid my cock into her slowly, sensually and found myself looking into those beautiful eyes.

"Fuck me hard now! Bury yourself in me. Oh, god!"

She suddenly locked her legs around my hips, grinding herself up against me.

"Come with me Tom. Come with me!" And she looked at me and again I drowned in her eyes.

Twenty minutes later we were sitting on the veranda sipping ice cold white wine from a local vineyard.

"I don't understand why Paul rode away after lunch. He must have known what we were going to do and he leaves me, an almost total stranger with a woman that he claims to be in love with. Is this one of those hot wife arrangements? If so, why did he not stay to watch or if nothing else to protect you."

"Let me answer the easy questions first and work up to the difficult questions. Why did he leave me unprotected? Because Brian vouched for you. Said you were a good, honest and decent man."

"Brian, the SAS soldier masquerading as an estate agent?"

"Yes. That Brian. But not SAS, Recce Commando. He is a friend and, like you a part time lover for me. He lives down the way. We met while surfing."

"That answer merely makes the whole thing even more confusing. Brian regularly has sex with you. Paul knows about it. Brian knows about me having sex with you I assume. And you are a sex worker? Did I miss anything?"

"Yes. But only a nuance. I am a dominatrix. I punish rich men for money. The difference is that there is no intercourse involved. And that is a crucial point. OK?"

"I suppose so."

"This is not a hot wife arrangement. Paul does not get off on our activities, so there are no cameras, no report backs and I make sure I am clean before he gets back."

She looked away, took a sip of and then continued.

"And yes, Paul does love me and I him. It was and still is a match made in heaven."

"But why does he allow Brian and I to have sex with you?"

"Because I need cock and he cannot provide it. So you both are his stand ins."

"Why can he not provide you with cock as you put it?"

"Bicycle accident. The accident destroyed his ability to get an erection. He can use his fingers and his tongue but I need penetrative sex and that he can't give to me."

"Fuck. What a terrible thing to happen. And you stayed with him despite all that?"

"And he with me. We found a solution that works for us."

I don't know why but I took her back to her play room, stripped her naked, put my tongue in her pussy and stroked a finger on her clit until she was moaning and shuddering, then I fucked her doggy style. My cock sliding in and out of her as we both looked out of the huge window at the white beaches and blue sea.

When we were finished, she kissed me gently then said:

"You must leave now because I need to clean up before he gets back."

I kissed her on both cheeks and then left but not before seeing tears sparkling in her beautiful eyes.

When I got home Jill was all over me wanting to know what had happened.

"Don't ask, because I am not going to tell you."

"But."

"No!"

Ma looked hard at me then:

"Back off Jill!"

"But Ma!"

"No! Let it rest."

Jill stormed off, slamming her door to mark her anger.

"Thanks Ma."

"Was it that bad?"

"Yes."

"You not going back again?"

"Yes I am."

Ma nodded.

"OK. You are a good man."

And with that she walked away and the topic of Angie was never mentioned again by either of them.

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It was a glorious autumn afternoon and Angie, Paul and I were sitting on their veranda watching a cold front slowly move in.

"The roses are looking stunning again Tom. You most certainly have a gift with roses. Thank you for the flowers by the way. They really are beautiful."

Angie turned to Paul.

"If you are going to go cycling you'll need to go now. Its going to turn nasty soon."

"Yes. you are right. A short ride today. Maybe an hour only." and he leaves us sitting there.

"Tom you'd better keep an eye on that weather and get packed up before it hits. Back to the roses with you while I play house wife."

I went across to the rose bed and started to clean up the weeds that I had uprooted. I waved to Paul as he rode away then packed my tools in the garden shed, washed up and joined Angie in her playroom. She opens her arms to me and I am enfolded.

"I need it hard and fast today."

I picked her up, tossed her on the bed and dropped my jeans. She took my cock in her mouth without hesitation. I held her black hair in my hands and fucked her face hard until she pushed me onto my back, mounted my cock with her eager pussy and rode me, breasts bouncing and head thrown back.

Twenty minutes later I waved to Paul as I passed him on the road. He smiled and waved back.

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"I need to work remotely in future."

Steve my slave driver boss glared at me.

"Why? You live a short walk away from the office."

"My mother has bought a house deep in the rural southern suburbs and travelling, to quote my sister Jill is gonna be a bitch."

"So? Rent a closer place."

"You don't pay me enough. Have you seen rental prices recently?"

That kinda took the wind out of his sails. He sighed and shook his head.

"Everyone has that problem and we can't move the office to reasonably priced accommodation without moving 100 km out of town. Let me see what I can swing for you, but it's gonna cost you."

"Will access to a room with a 10 minute drive to Long Beach suffice?"

That stopped him dead.

I showed him pictures of the rose bed with the sea in the background.

"Really? Is that really where you going?"

I just nodded.

"Lucky sod. Now get out of here and try to do some work before nightfall."

The next morning HR sent me Remote Working documents.

"Thanks Steve!"

"No problem Just remember your promise."

I nodded happily.

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"I am so not living in that ramshackle ruin! We must renovate first."

"Jill, be sensible. We cannot renovate a house an hours drive away from here. And Brian has a fabulous offer for this place but we must sell immediately."

"Just because you and Brian have a thing going does not mean that the offer is fabulous."

"Well it is. So you must find a place to stay while we renovate."

"How about Suzy?" I decided to try to find some way out of what is fast turning into another family feud.

"Suzy is fucking mad!"

"It will only be for a month or two and I will pay your rent."

"Thanks Tom. Cummon Jill, in a month or two the renovations will be complete and you can move in with us."

"I don't want to stay in that shit hole suburb. It is miles away from work and the only reason you want to move there is because Brian lives just down the way and you two can fuck each other senseless."

"You have had long enough to make arrangements like Tom has and now your time is up. Do what you want but we are moving out over the weekend. And yes, Brian does live close by and yes, we will do just as you suggested. He really is a very good lover."

Ma got all dreamy eyed and Jill, as expected stormed out and slammed her door.

The argument had brought out one obvious but unspoken change in our family life. Brian had become a regular feature. He and Ma spent most of their free time together and Ma often didn't come home at all for the entire weekend. She seemed to be happy and content, more so than I could remember in years which made me glad.

The other change their relationship made to my life was that Brian had faded from Angie and Paul's life and I found that I was spending more time with Angie than I had at first. I wasn't complaining about that and neither it seemed to me was Angie.

A week after our move to The Ruin as Jill had christened it renovations were in full swing, I was working remotely and quite effectively with a back up power supply for when the electricians were busy on the wiring.

Then Eric, the electrician arrived while we were having lunch.

"We have found a major issue with the wiring in the west wing. It will need to be stripped out completely. Dunno how the guy who signed the clearance missed it, but if you leave it like it is you are going to have a fire and the insurance company won't cough up."

"And I suppose it is going to cost a lot to do that."

"Yes, it is. Here is a quote for the complete rewiring of that wing."

Ma read the quote a number of times.

"Thank you Eric. Please go ahead."

After Eric she left looked at me.

"That is going to set me back a whole lot of money. I think we need to talk."

"About?"

"Turning this place into a BnB. Recoup some of the costs."

"I am not sure I can help much with that. I already have a job and I pay you rent, added to which I am a lousy cook and an even worse housekeeper. Maybe Jill can do that."

Ma looked at me and laughed.

"The chances of Jill coming here are minimal. She and Suzy are shacked up together. I reckon they are an item and soon Jill is gonna come out and that will be that."

Which all goes to show how wrong you can be.

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"Come and fetch me!" Jill sounded hysterical. "I have taken one week! One week you hear! One week of that fucking mad bitch Suzy and I can take no more!"

"Ma? Going to fetch Jill. I think relations with Suzy have reached boiling point."

"Maybe you just need to give one or the other of them a righteous fucking which would calm things down." Ma thought for a moment. "Maybe both of them."

"Ma!"

"It may well be a lovers tiff. Suzy not giving Jill enough tongue "

"Ma! Stop it. Suzy is unstable. No doubt about it. Is she a lesbian? Who knows but Jill is definitely not."

Ma just laughed and waved me off to rescue Jill. An hour later Jill and I were heading back toward The Ruin.

"So? What caused the break up?"

"None of your business!"

"Ma said it was probably a lovers tiff!"

Said as a joke, I did not expect the result I got.

"Fuck her! That isn't funny! I thought we might have something going and she betrayed me!"

With that outburst Jill burst into tears. What could I do? I pulled off the road and held her in my arms till the tears subsided.

"I am sorry. I thought that..."

"Because I let you fuck me I was hetero? Well I am not. I am Bi. I just like sex a lot and really any warm body will do. God! I am such a mess."

"It doubles your chance of a date."

Stupid joke, but I was seriously out of my depth but to my huge relief she burst out laughing.

"Bastard! That's why I love you so. Calm, unflappable and live completely in a parallel universe!"

"Comes from being a paramedic I suppose."

"An ex paramedic."

I look into the dark corners of my soul and find that I still don't like what I see.

"You build up a disconnect over time. At least I did and I haven't lost it yet."

"And you are thinking that if Pa had been at home you could have saved him."

"Yes. But he wasn't was he? Out with another woman. And the only good thing he did was to not to be fucking her when he died."

I started the car and we continued on homeward, wrapped up in our own thoughts. At the top of the pass a cyclist was hit by a car swerving to avoid an oncoming truck. He flew off his bike and onto the side of the road. Reluctantly I pulled over and went to see if I could do anything useful. The first thing I saw was that he was losing blood fast through a gash in his thigh. I grab the pulsing femoral artery between thumb and forefinger and cursed the fact that I didn't have forceps to do the job for me.

"Someone call an ambulance!"

A woman squatted down next to me, pulled off her tee shirt and jambed it into the open wound staunching the flow of other smaller arteries. We squatted opposite each other waiting for the ambulance.

"Thanks."

She nodded which made her breasts jiggle slightly. I heard a soft chuckle and I looked up to find her smiling at me.

"You enjoyed that?"

"What's not to love?"

"Flattery will get you everywhere, except if the blonde who was in car with you is your wife, girlfriend, lover, whatever."

"Sister. I am Tom and you are?"

"Julia. I take it you have done this before?"

"What? Chatted to topless woman while holding a femoral artery closed?"

"I would say definitely the first. The second, looks like you been listening to Dr Cartwright."

"Just don't tell him you saw me do this. I attended a lecture where he said that we, the audience could get away with this technique once but only once."

"Sounds just like him. Paramedic?"

"Yes. Retired. I couldn't take the pain, the blood and the anguish. I dunno how trauma folk do it day, in day out. I found that I got cut off from reality."

"Like being able to chat to me while holding an artery closed?"

"Something like that."

It was at this moment that I looked at my patient's face.

"Christ! It is Paul. My neighbour. Fuck. Paul you stay with us hear!"

The ambulance arrived soon after and Paul was in good hands and on his way to hospital.

"Here. Put this tee shirt on. It will stop Tom staring at your breasts." Jill held out one of her tee shirts to Julia.

"Thank you. But I must admit, I was actually enjoying the attention." The women smiled at each other conspiratorially.

"Julia? I would like to see you again if you are without significant other."

"Smooth Tom, smooth! Stare at the woman's tits for ten minutes then ask her out for a date."

"My intentions are absolutely honourable. I just wanted to get your tee shirt back."

"And he lies about other things too Julia."

Jill walked away, Julia smiled at that and then gave me her cell number.

"Chat sooner rather than later." were her parting words to me.

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"No! I will definitely not run a BnB for you."

"You just going to laze around here like the Queen of Sheba?"

"I am a shit cook. I will end up poisoning your guests!"

"Start practising!"

"I will have bacon, mushrooms and eggs. Eggs over easy."

Jill leapt to her feet.

"Fuck you Tom."

And she storms out, slamming the door as always.

"I beat you to it this time." Ma just smiled at that.

"She is right about the cooking though, but she did do housekeeping for that BnB in Clifton. Quite effectively I'm told."

"Ag. We can muddle through I guess." I felt less than certain on that score.

"How about talking to Barbara, the manager of the Toad?"

The Toad was a pub and grill down in the village that did a roaring trade over the weekends.

"About a chef? Not a bad idea. A good excuse to go for a beer. You coming Ma?"

"Yes. And ask Jill along. Show we care."

I just raised a cynical eyebrow at that comment and went in search of Jill, who was still in a serious sulk until I explained the reason for the trip.

"Fucking good idea! Gets us out of this ruin!"

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The trip to the Toad was a good idea. It got us out of the house and it changed the course of all our lives because when we explained our problem to Barbara she had a plan.

"How about outsourcing meals to us? I will get Margaret, our stand in chef to do breakfasts up there when you have guests and then you give your guests discount vouchers for lunches and dinners here."

Then she looked at me.

"Your resurrection of Jim's rose bed is the talk of the village. It is really beautiful again. Jim used to provide us with roses for the tables before he got too frail. Since then we have had to rely on commercial florists who are damned expensive and unreliable. How about resuming the arrangement?"

Ma gave me a solid kick under the table.

I grinned at Barbara "I would have said yes without any prompting from Ma here, but yes it would be a privilege. Do you think the co-op would sell cut flowers for me as well?"

The co-op was where they sold organic and eco friendly produce and supplies to the vegans and vegetarians in the village. A real hippy type supply store.

"Hold on, I'll be right back."

Two minutes later she returned with the co-op manager in tow.

"This is Lucy or Lu as everyone knows her. She runs the co-op with a steel fist."

Lu just smiled at that. A naughty impish smile which gave me lustful thoughts about her. I did succeed in not plunging into complete incoherence this time. We stared at each other for what seemed like hours and eventually we struck up a bargain for cut roses to be delivered on Saturdays. On the way home Jill looked at me and smiled.

"I was considering clearing the table when you met Lu."

"Why?"

"I thought you two would ravage each other on the table and I didn't want you to spill my wine."

I ignored that comment but it turned put that Jill was far more clear sighted than I was because when I really got to know Lu she turned my world upside down but that's another story.