Miss Allison (Ch. 01)
soppingwetpanties
This story has multiple chapters. This first chapter introduces the main characters. There's only a hint of what's to come in this chapter.
Dedicated to David. It's my spin on his kinks.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
It's always tiring coming home from a long business trip and my most recent one to Cleveland (and my employer's home office) was no exception. Windowless conference rooms, endless Power point presentations and shitty coffee. And if that wasn't enough punishment you got to stay in a second-rate budget hotel. I desperately wanted to be home and wake up in my own bed.
It was a Thursday, which meant I was getting home a day early. It wasn't a hard decision when the VP of Sales asked me, as a personal favor to him, to cover some sales meetings near my office in Chevy Chase, Maryland. I readily agreed, leaving the corporate retreat early to the envious stares of my co-workers.
I fucking hated corporate retreats. My employer was deluded enough to think that people actually gave a shit about the multinational corporation they worked for. I was certain my brain had already turned to mush after the three days I'd already endured. If there was an office God, I thanked Him (or Her) that I was excused a day early.
The flight back to D.C. arrived early and I made it to my car around two in the afternoon. I was elated that I'd miss the brunt of the rush hour traffic and get home in time to watch a playoff baseball game. The Orioles were in as a wild card and I was looking forward to having a couple of beers and watching the game.
I also reminded myself to order flowers for my foxy next-door neighbor Allison. She watched my cat and watered my plants while I was gone. My black cat, a male appropriately named Lord Vader, was an agent of death to the small rodents in our neighborhood. He prowled around at night and slept during the day. Sometimes he left a trophy of his nightly hunt at my kitchen door.
I got Lord Vader as a rescue and I swear he commanded me to adopt him and not the other way around. Some cat-like Vulcan mind meld. Anyway, I was at a grocery store and the rescue organization had a mobile van in the parking lot. That's where Lord Vader cast his spell over me. I went out for eggs and bread and came back with a cat.
I divorced about five years ago and adopted Lord Vader shortly after. I envied him. He made friends with Allison and often spent significant time in her house. As a result, Allison offered to watch Lord Vader when I went out of town.
So Allison. What was she like? Even though she lived next door I didn't know her that well. Maybe it was because I got tongue tied in the presence of a beautiful woman. Allison definitely qualified. Pretty and big breasted. I figured her for her early forties, tops. I knew she was divorced because she told me. She didn't let on to any details of her divorce but at least I knew she was single. And she apparently liked cats.
Did I ask her out? No. She was way out of my league. There weren't too many women clamoring for a date with a fifty-five-year-old divorcee with thinning hair and a paunch I couldn't seem to get rid of, and certainly not Allison. I was content to live my life vicariously through Lord Vader. He slept in her house, and probably in her bed, whenever he wanted to. Bastard.
So I got home around four and parked my sensible four door sedan in the detached two-car garage. There's a breezeway between the garage and the three-bedroom ranch house so I had to pass through a garage door, a breezeway and a kitchen door to get into the house.
I went to push open the kitchen door and noticed a fresh coat of paint on it. Strange, I thought. When I went in I noticed the pile of dirty dishes in the sink were gone and the kitchen was suspiciously spotless. It looked like a housekeeper had come... but I didn't have a housekeeper. The house was "lived in" (aka a pigsty) when I left and now it was clean and tidy. While I was admiring the beauty of my clean home Lord Vader came up to me and meowed. His water dish was empty. The floor was wet next to where the dish was sitting so he must have tipped it over as a form of protest for me leaving town. I refilled the dish and then pulled my roller bag into the bedroom.
The bed was made. My closet had been straightened up. My dresser drawers were neat and arranged. I went into the master bath. Sparkling clean. Allison must have done it all. Wow.
I unpacked my suitcase while drinking a beer. It was a hot summer in Maryland, and the series of thunderstorms that passed through when I was gone had left the inside of the house hot and muggy. I remembered the game was starting in fifteen minutes so I rushed through the remainder of my unpacking and ran to the living room to turn on the TV (the pregame show was still on) and then to the kitchen to retrieve another beer. I was planning to make it through the six pack of Modelo I stashed in the refrigerator while watching the game stripped down in my underwear. One of the few privileges of bachelorhood.
So as I ran to the kitchen I heard a key jiggling in the lock of the kitchen door. I was standing in the kitchen, mouth agape, when the door swung wide open. It was Allison.
Holy shit. Allison was standing there in a red Maryland Terrapins t-shirt, skinny jeans and white canvas deck shoes. The t-shirt was tight enough for me to see the outline of her bra and the exact shape of her impressive breasts. Her bleach blonde hair was short and neat. She looked upset. But why?
"You're early," she said in what I could swear was an accusatory tone usually reserved for an angry wife. "I saw your car pull into the garage so I came over."
"I forgot to tell you I was coming home early. Thanks for watching Lord Vader," I said cheerily, hoping I'd misread her mood. I ignored the fact that she unlocked the door and came in instead of knocking. The sounds of the game I was hoping to watch were droning on in the background.
Of course on cue Lord Vader came into the room and rubbed against her leg. She leaned over and scratched behind his ears. I could hear him purring. Bastard.
"I love him," she said, rubbing his tummy as he rolled on his back. I hated him. Then she glared at me.
"And you... not so much."
I was confused.
"I'm sorry, am I missing something?" I asked as innocently as possible.
She looked at me like I was a moron.
"Did you see the texts I sent you?"
Shit. When I was at the retreat the facilitators didn't allow you to bring your cell phone to the meetings. I forgot to check my messages when I was out of the sessions.
"Why no," I said apologetically. "Are you sure you sent them?"
"I sent two," she said, "telling you that you left the kitchen door unlocked. The storm blew it open and rain came into your kitchen and soaked your kitchen floor and a tree branch gouged your door. I mopped up the mess in the kitchen and had the door repaired and repainted the next day."
"Oh my God," I said. "I feel like an idiot. Thank you for taking care of this."
She seemed to have ignored my comment and forged ahead.
"And since I was in a cleaning mode, I went through the rest of your house. It was an unholy mess."
"I'm sorry. I've kind of gotten lax with my housekeeping since the divorce."
I didn't tell her I was lax with housekeeping before the divorce.
So here was this beautiful woman that I secretly lusted after discovering I was a fat messy slob. Great.
"I found something interesting in your office," she said out of the blue.
My office? My office was always locked when I was away on business. I wondered how she could have gotten in.
"My office?" I asked.
"Yes, your office," she said, overlooking the fact it was locked.
I stood there dumbfounded and perplexed. What the fuck was she talking about?
"So you know what I found?"
