These stories may be true or just a fragment of my warped mind, that's entirely up to the reader to decide. The events are pretty much as I remember them adapted into a story to spice them up a little. Happy reading.
Sarah
Sarah was a married 34-year-old. She had a couple of kids and was of average build for her five feet six frame. She had brown hair that matched her eyes, and she was sexily attractive. She always wore her neck length hair in a ponytail and always clean and tidy even in her work clothes.
That morning was a rare occasion, both me and Ellen were on day off. I'd just got out the shower and had pulled a pair of trousers on when there was a bang on the front door. I opened the door and saw Sarah standing on the doorstep. She had come round for a pre-arranged coffee morning.
I couldn't help but check her out. She looked so hot in a simple t-shirt and pair of faded jeans. 'Oh, hi Sarah, come in, Ellen's in the kitchen. Nice to see you in jeans you look good in them.' I compliment stepping aside and allowing her in. Sarah in return scans my body as she steps inside the flat, her eyes meet mine and she flicks them with a grin. I eye her body inspecting her arse as she strolls down the hallway.
Ellen greets her work colleague and starts to make drinks while I go to the bedroom and pull on a t-shirt. I join the girls briefly before I start to do some work on the computer while the two women, natter. Ellen urges Sarah into the front room who looks round the room saying how nice the dΓ©cor is and saying how compact it was.
The room isn't that big. I am sat at the table opposite the front room door. Next to me is the TV cabinet, the TV itself reasonably big. There's a two-seat sofa opposite the TV and a single seater and small coffee table all crammed into the small room.
Sarah takes a seat on the two-seater chatting to Ellen who is asking how the kids and her hubby are. Sarah answers giving details of the latest activities. Sarah out the corner of her eye can see that I am eyeing her up, she seems pleased. Ellen looks guilty and apologises and explains she hasn't been to the bank yet and hasn't got her money. Ellen had been putting some money away for Sarah or something.
It was perfect timing; at that precise moment, the house phone rings. Ellen excuses herself and strolls out the room to take the call. She answers it and we can hear her in the kitchen. Ellen returns to the front room a few minutes later and takes a seat. 'Work want me to go in, someone's locked the keys in the safe, I'm the only other one with a key'. She explains the managers keys ended up in the safe and the door was shut and automatically locks.
Ellen turns to Sarah, 'Will you be alright waiting Sarah, I can nip into the bank at the same time, shouldn't be too long. That's if it's alright with you of course and Martin?'
I look up answering, 'Yeah of course if Sarah doesn't mind. I've nearly done here anyway, perhaps watch TV or something.'
Sarah answers with a simple 'I don't mind.'
Ellen grabs her bag and coat and departs saying she won't be long. Ellen shouts out to make Sarah another coffee. She bangs the door loudly as she leaves. I look at Sarah, she looks confused and says, 'I didn't think Ellen had a key to the safe.'
I shrug and finish off what I was doing and shut down the computer and make my way into the kitchen and get the kettle re-employed. I return to the front room and offer Sarah a mug with a smile, she takes it from me.
It was then I remembered the bag of DVD's that had been sent round, 'Hey Sarah, you want to watch a DVD?'
'Yes, why not. I don't mind.'
I grab the plastic bag down the side of the TV cabinet and hand it to Sarah, 'Not sure what's on them, a mate sent them round, mostly for kids I think, might be something we can watch.'
I sit next to Sarah who is looking through the bag and she pulls out twos that look like they're brand new and still in wrappers. The cases are blank apart from the word pirate film 1 and 2 written on them.
'Shall we?' I asked of Sarah who is as curious as I am.
'yes, why not.' She answers handing me one of the DVD's. She sits back taking a sip from her mug while I open the package and turn on the TV. I insert the disc.
The sunlight is on the screen, so I close the curtains to block it. The room is darkened slightly and even more so when I push the front room door shut. I sit next to Sarah and press play on the control.
The film comes to life, but the quality and sound isn't particularly good, but still it was just about watchable and the quality improved. After a few minutes, the film shows an American car turning onto a garage forecourt and a teenaged blonde filling up with fuel. She walks into the shop to pay and asks for the toilets. The guy behind the counter hands her a key and points to a door that reads 'Private'.