Written by Coolchick, Othello and myself.
Please NOTE: THE ADDRESS IS COMPLETELY FICTITIOUS.
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I stare at the address, double checking the card in my hand. I could be wrong, completely wrong.
Looking again at the card it reads:
Othello Soliloquy, Esq..
Sword Publishing, CEO
N423 W1567 Bear Garden Theatre Rd
Stratford-on-Avon, Warwickshire, England.
Locations: Venice, Great Britain, United States
I am incredulous. The ad read "House Sitter Needed". I cannot believe my good luck. Looking up from the card, standing in the middle of the driveway it matches a huge mansion, and English Tudor with large timbers and white plaster walls, turrets and small spires that point toward the sky.
I responded to the post, needing a place to stay for the summer while completing my masters degree in Mediterranean Art Studies at Oxford. I realize that perhaps I have underdressed for this occasion. Nice slacks and a shirt, I wished I had taken the time to wear a skirt and a blouse. Too late to change now, I walk up the driveway.
The English Garden that takes up the entire front lawn is beautiful. Fountains and some pieces of sculpture, one of perfectly formed Geese pulling grass from the lawn is in bronze. The other of a young child getting ready to throw a ball for an eager springer spaniel.
There are hedges and flowers lining the walkway. I can only hope there is a "Maze of the Minataur" somewhere on the back grounds.
I make it to the front door, nervous and practically shaking I lift the brass lion headed knocker on the huge wooden door. The booming noise that follows surprises even me at it's deep and full ringing.
I fold my hands before me, and wait. Shortly after, I hear foot steps and the tumbling of the lock of the door opening, then the decisive wrought iron sound of the swinging open of the door.
It is opened by a devestatingly handsome gentleman, about late thirties to very early fourties. Incredible dark skin with incredible piercing eyes, full mouth and dark liquid eyes. About my height, the suit he wears. perfectly tailored, cannot hide his athletic build. Impeccably dressed he takes me in for a brief moment. I stammer "I am LeeAnn, I am to see Mr. Soliloquy about the house sitting position." I lean in craning my neck trying to see more of the interior of the home.
"Come in." his voice is rich and dark, "I am Mr. Soliloquy." he states extending his hand.
I am taken aback, why would a man of such wealth be answering his own door? I take his hand in mine, with a confident aire, he clasps it and I can feel the soft silk of the palm of his hand. There is a ring on his ring finger with a family crest I assume. His nails are perfectly manicured.
"My housekeeper has the day off, you, if you are chosen that is will meet her when you move in." he bursquely states and gently guides me into the foyer. The home is beautifully decorated in English Country decor. There are fresh flowers arrangements and beautiful pieces of furniture, obviously of the highest calibre in the parlor we pass on the way to the office/study. The home has the most wonderful feel. I can only hope I get the job.
The interview lasted approximately 30 minutes, the whole time I was nervous and slightly intimidated. He was all business from start to finish. I could not get him to laugh to save my life. And truth be told I may have tried too hard. Being from the United States had it's disadvantages at times.
I thought for sure I did not get the job, and was shocked when Mr. Soliloquy's housekeeper, Candy called me to offer the positon and arrange for my luggage and items to be moved into the "Thamesis Estate".
I arrived well after my luggage and was shown around by Candy, the housekeeper. Beautiful eyes, and warm smile. I knew we would get along immediately.
When I opened the front door to let in Mr. Soliloquy's new housesitter, I was not expecting someone quite so striking. LeeAnn was American, which was in itself a pleasure, but her beauty was like a light. Her long, auburn locks and pale, creamy skin were a beautiful contrast. Maybe I was just starved for female companionship, but I warmly welcomed her into this large, lonely home.
"I'm Candy, Mr. Soliloquy's housekeeper", I said, trying to conseal my thick southern accent, yet not sound too official. "Your things are already in your room." Her wide eyes took in everything as I showed her around. She seemed a bit overwhelmed by the grandeur, and I remembered feeling the same way. "You'll get used to all this LeeAnn. The novelty will wear off soon."
I explained to her that she and I had the house to ourselves while Mr. Soliloquy was away. "It's a big place, so you are welcome to have the run of the house and help yourself to the amenities." Mr. Soliloquy had explained the few ground rules, and had told her to check with me if she needed anything. I found myself hoping she needed something soon.
"Why don't I show you to your room now, and you can relax and freshen up a bit. We can have an informal supper out by the pool if you would like." With that said, I opened the door to her room and stepped in ahead of her, wanting to watch her expression as she took it all in.
Candy shows me in, she is graceful and elegant. Slightly smaller than I, dark long hair, with the most captivating green eyes. The aura she holds is intoxicating, filling the whole room with her presence.
Her southern accent is a refreshing change from the Cockney and English accents I have heard for far too long. It reminded me of home.
With the few things I carried with me, we climb the winding staircase to the second floor. Moving past the rooms that are held for guests and I can only assume Mr. Soliloquy's room. Back further and to the left is another hallway. We walk about one additional yard.
Turning, Candy states "This will be your room."
Standing by the first door on the left, Candy opens the door, swinging wide, light flooding in. I am in awe. It is really more like a suite. Huge floor to ceiling windows, a scattering of oriental rugs on the floor in a sitting area. Off to the right is the bedroom. The bed is a huge, heavy, canopied queen sized bed made of dark wood. There are tapestries on the walls, there is a door ajar off the side of the bed, leading to a wonderful bathroom. At the end of the bathroom is another door. I ask Candy "Where does that door go to?"
"This is the servants quarters. " she says "They built this with adjoining bathrooms to conserve water, that door leads to my room, we share the bathroom."
Happy, and comfortable I sit on the bed testing it for firmness. It is indulgent and the cotton sheets smell like they were just freshly washed.
I settle in, moving items of mine around the room, placing my clothes in dressers and closets. Tired and needing a shower badly I get ready.
I gather my toiletries, opening the door to the bathroom, I surprise Candy who is shaving her legs in the tub.
She is standing, the leg nearest to me, is in the tub, the other is bent, toes pointed on the edge of the tub. I can see the inner coral lining of her vaginal lips. She is voluptuous with firm ample breasts, dark nipples. Her skin is clear and even toned, not a freckle or a beauty mark anywhere.
In a word, she is beautiful.
I cannot contain nor stop the flushing of my face, I am embarrassed and obviously excited by Candy's naked form in front of me. I had never felt, nor had erotic thoughts of another woman, until this very moment.
"Oh, oh, I am so sorry, I did not mean to..." my voice faltering, the blush still showing plainly on my face.