Amy Wyatt was shopping in Hotton when her phone beeped a message. It was from Al Chapman one of her bosses at the HOP the outdoor activity site where she worked. The message read
*Hi Amy, , I know it's your day off, but the ovens at the Hop have failed and the engineer can only get here after five and you are my last hope to let him in and lock up afterwards. Can you help?*
Her first thought was no, it was her day off and she really needed the time to get in some much needed retail therapy. But as she was about to reply to that effect she thought she might have a leverage for some extra cash and replied.
*I would do but I am in Hotton and there is no bus that can get me there for 5, sorry.*
A reply came back almost immediately instructing her to take a taxi and also offering double time for the extra work.
A smile crossed her face as her ploy had worked.
Amy was a girl of 24. Her mother was Kerry Wyatt and she had originally been fostered in Emmerdale with Eric and Val Pollard.
At 16 she had fallen pregnant with her son Kyle, after a brief liaison with Caine Dingle.
She had returned to the village a couple of years ago, but had not formed any relationship, had not had sex in quite a while, and was feeling very frustrated.
On arrival at The Hop, she opened up and awaited the engineer. She wondered what he would be like, probably an old man, just my luck she thought.
She had once had sex with Eric Pollard and he was an old man, so maybe.
Just before five there was a knock on the cafΓ© door.
Amy opened the door and was amazed. The engineer was a tall black guy, around thirty she estimated and really built well. He was a dream.
"Hi, you must be the oven guy, I've been expecting you," said Amy, then added, "oh, I'm Amy by the way."
The engineer held out his hand and gave her a beaming smile, "Hi Amy, I'm Joe, pleased to meet you."
Amy held onto his hand a touch more than was required, but then reluctantly released and said, "this way," and he followed her into the kitchen.
After a quick examination of the ovens, Joe located the fault and informed Amy, it would take a couple of hours to fix.
After making him a coffee, Joe settled down to fixing the oven, which required him to be laid prone on his back.
"Where are you from?" Asked Amy.
From below the oven skirting Joe replied, "I live in Manchester, but my folks were from Jamaica originally, so that's my heritage."
"You're a long way from home, are you staying local?" She asked
Joe replied, "no, the M62 is handy, I will be home in my own bed tonight."
*wish you were going to be in mine * thought Amy to herself as she looked down on the muscular six pack revealed as his work shirt rolled up.
"Will you be alone in your bed?" Asked Amy.
Joe slid out from beneath the oven and said, "that's rather a leading question young lady."
"Just curious, nothing more," she lied, she was really toying with the idea of sex with this guy.
Joe smiled up at her, "as a matter of fact, I will be alone, my wife is in Antigua with her relatives."
He noticed the change in Amy's face when he said he was married.
Joe laughed out loud and said, "your face, I could tell instantly that you fancied me, I'm single, and quite horny, so leave me alone to get this fixed, and I will see if I have enough time left to service you, ok?"
Amy blushed deep red and spluttering said, "I wasn't implying anything, I'm not that kind of girl anyway."
Joe stood, he was over six feet tall and lowered his head to Amy's and kissed her. It was her first kiss in months and it felt great. It was even better when his tongue slid against hers sending shivers down her spine.