Introductions. Setting the scene. Some light vanilla.
Keera came back into my life quite by chance. We had worked together in a health facility some ten years back before moving along to further her career. I was stuck in the management rut until a dreadful car accident deprived me of my life partner. Reeling with shock and grief I took some extended leave and tried to get my life back in some sort of order. The only upside of this dreadful time is that my financial position resolved enough for me to move house and be independent of work. It essentially allowed me to retire in my early fifties. I moved to a nice house on the outskirts of Dublin and adjusted to a period of what I hoped would be effective retirement. I lost weight, got fit and began, for the first time in six months, to come to terms with my life as it was. I even began to have the odd casual, very casual date, life was good.
It was after one of these dates that I was driving home when I saw a cars hazard lights flashing and a woman waving frantically in the darkness. I pulled over and went about seeing what I could do to help. It was a drenching rain as I ran back to her vehicle. I quickly explained that I was no mechanical wizard but that I could call the AA and get her help. She was thankful as her phone battery was low and she was out of position. I made the call and as she sat into my car to wait I realised that I knew her.
"Keera?" I asked as she sat in.
She was quite surprised to see it was me as the intervening years had changed us both. I explained what had happened in my life recently and she sympathised with my situation. The chat turned lighter as we waited for the rescue. When he showed it was back out into the driving rain only to be told that the car was beyond repair st the roadside and would have to be towed. I suggested that he could tow it to my house and we could regroup from there. This was effected in quick time and I suggested that she come in, recharge her phone, get dry and we could work out a plan.
Putting her phone on charge I got her some of my clothes, an white shirt and a pair of my shorts which I thought might fit her. She undressed quite unselfconsciously in front of me. I have a glimpse of her nakedness only for a brief moment. She put on my clothes and busied herself making us coffee, finding her way around my kitchen. By the time her clothes were washed and dried and her phone charged we had finished two lots of coffee, one with a generous shot of brandy so we weren't going anywhere. We had talked our way through a catch up of our lives, she recovering from a broken relationship where he "just didn't measure up," and me filling her in on my situation. I suggested that she take my car for work tomorrow and I would organise the repair on hers.
I was somewhat disorientated the next morning when the bedroom door opened and there stood Keera. I looked up at her groggily. I should say that even standing I would be looking up at her too. I say that I am Five foot five, but in reality maybe five foot three. She on the other hand would measure close to six foot. With the weight that I had lost I considered myself in good shape. As I looked at her, she was again dressed in one of my shirts, I could see how physically toned she was almost muscular.
"Up TinyTim," she grinned, 'and get us some breakfast."
I struggled out of bed, reaching for a robe to cover my nakedness. She prevented me from donning it saying that I had seen her in the buff last night so what if it. When I went into the kitchen she produced a frilly apron that one of my friends had bought me as a jokey Christmas present and tied me into it. The next pleasurably hour was spent squeezing her fresh orange juice, cooking her eggs just the way she liked them and letting her portion out the food, the majority for her and a much less sizeable share for me. This was all done in a jokey way and was great fun. I gave her a house key and she told me she would be back late as she had some errands to run.
She then asked if she could have some cash as she was due to be paid on Monday and she would pay me back then.
I said "twenty or fifty?"
She asked if she could have two hundred?
I was bit taken aback but figured, what the hell, and gave her the cash.
She hurried out leaving in a waft of perfume, standing almost naked, and very horny in my frilly apron.
The entire Saturday was spent organising the repair on her car, a little Fiat 500, the local dealer towed it but did not have the necessary parts so it would be midweek before it would be back on the road. I did the household chores, doing some shopping, cleaning the house, Keera's standards were a long way below mine. So I spent some time putting the place to rights. I prepared us a nice meal and sat down to wait for her. She had kept in touch all day, little texts saying how thankful she was and jokingly how grateful I should be of her company. About four she said that she was finished work but as she had some errands to run that she would see me about eight.
I waited patiently, about eight another text "running late TinyTim, CU @9."
Nine turned into 10 when I heard my car pull up.
Keera rushed in, "I have had the Saturday from hell, could you run me a bath TinyTim?"
