Sorry the end of this leaves you hanging... Part Two will be up soon!
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Springing up in bed, reacting frantically to the drilling percussions of his alarm clock, Cal realized he was indeed conscious, yet again. Another day, a beautiful one, judging by the amount of light streaming in through his window. With a deep sigh, a long pause, and another, deeper sigh, Cal half rolled and half jumped out of his bed.
Sunny it may be, but in his temporary establishments here at Shaded Creek Bed & Breakfast, the thirty-six degree morning was felt more than he preferred. Still, he got to live in a two room cottage rent free, and it didn't affect his salary much either! Cal enjoyed being the General Needs Manager, he got to use a chainsaw whenever he wanted, sometimes when he didn't, and also help tend to the couples and families that passed through like clock work; an interesting balance.
He got dressed in a hurry, even with the heater at full blast, a strong breeze still made it through visible and invisible cracks. The house was full up heading into the weekend, so Cal's efforts were dedicated to keeping the folks happy and trouble free inside. Dressing accordingly, he put on a pair of dark low-rise jeans, and tucked in a casual, white button-up shirt. Putting on a belt, and tossing on his leather chucks he opened the door and jogged across the lawn to the main house.
His long legs and lanky body combined with the hangover he'd somehow managed to get from smoking too much the night before, made for an amusing sight, as his attempted bee-line for the door ending up curving more than he would ever admit.
Finally reaching the confines of the expansive, six-bedroom mansion, Cal rubbed his arms to warm up as he headed upstairs to the kitchen. Janice was putting the finishing touches on the day's breakfast and it smelled fabulous. She smiled and greeted him as he topped the stairs gesturing towards a plate on the counter. A few crepes and a handful of diced strawberries lay in wait. Giving Janice a big hug, and assuring her that she was the best, he grabbed a fork and some syrup. The plate was empty shortly thereafter.
Fed, and having no other excuse to delay the start of his day, Cal went to the office to see what was on the schedule for his day. Pretty typical, that morning he was to help clean and ready two rooms for a family arriving later that afternoon, and his afternoon and evening would consist of being on call for anything they needed help with. Lather, rinse, and repeat...
Tom, Janice's husband and Cal's other boss, teased him, saying that he was pretty sure the daughter coming later was about his age. They made their usual crude, fantastical jokes and moved on. Cal went up, stripped both beds and got them in the wash. General Needs really meant general needs. He vacuumed, neatened, and adjusted the room to a metrosexual degree. Its what he was paid for, after all.
By noon, both rooms were spotless and the whole second floor was looking tidier. He took a long lunch, sitting out on the deck eating an apple, taking a bite every few minutes and chewing while he zoned out on the mountains in front of him. Even in the winter, the Blue Ridge Mountains were awe inspiring, especially when it hurt your neck to look at the ridgeline for too long. He was lost in some other world when he heard a vehicle coming down the driveway.
Cal got up and launched his apple core towards the woods. He cringed when it bounced off the tin roof of his cottage, but played it off and went on in the house. Peaking out the front windows, he waited for the opportune time to go out and help with luggage while they checked in with Tom.
The driver's door opened, and Cal opened the front door. He was halfway across the landing when the back door opened; he instantly saw a blonde head exiting. Pausing at the top of the steps and sending a pleasant and practiced greeting to the dad, Cal's eyes stayed locked on the blonde hair as it rose out of the sedan.
Ooo, she was tall. Maybe five-ten? And... yes! Long, slender legs. C'mon, turn toward the trunk. Yes! Perfectly buxom! She glanced up at Cal when he replied to some irrelevant thing her dad was talking about, and caught him looking right at her. Red handed, Cal just smiled his best smile and broke eye contact, looking at her dad for the first time.
He was looking at her, and then glanced back at Cal a second later. Cal was sure he saw the dad shake his head ever so slightly; but his countenance was still friendly. Cal sighed; he descended the stairs and met Mom, Dad, and Daughter at the trunk. He said he would take their luggage to their rooms if they wanted to go on inside and check in.
The parents obliged, and started up the steps. The blonde stayed behind.
"I'm Jackie," she stuck out her hand with a smile.
"Cal. Its so nice to meet you." He couldn't help but say it with a minute devilish grin. "Can I take your bag for you?"
"That's alright, you'll have your hands full with my parent's. I'll spare you the second trip." She bent over and picked up her bag. She bent over. Cal's hands were twenty inches from that perfect round.... She stood back up. "Whatcha lookin' at?"
Cal went beat red. Reaching for the nearest excuse, "I was admiring your... pumps... They do great things for your... legs..." He shook his head as his excuse failed miserably.
She laughed, "Mhmm," and started walking toward the steps. Cal quickly picked up her parent's (extremely heavy) bags and followed. The thought crossed his mind that she might be walking ahead of him to put on a show. Her ass did seem to wave back and forth an awful lot. He felt his pulse in his pants. When she got to the top she glanced back with a grin. It was a show. The pulse grew stronger.
They passed her parents, who were talking with Tom in the foyer. He was schmoozing at his best, and they were soaking it up. He glanced over at Cal and Cal winked. Cal never winks. Tom tried to hide his amusement as he turned back to Jackie's mom and dad.
Cal came up beside Jackie and motioned to a staircase, and took the lead. Holding her parent's bags in the way that would most accentuated his toned arms, an effort helped by the constricting bands of rolled up sleeves, he steadily and quickly ascended the staircase. They were staying on the second floor and Cal took a hard left at the top of the stairs.
"Your room is to the right, Jackie. I'll set these down then come see if you need anything." Cal was pretty sure there was a noticeable amount of desperation in his voice when he said the second part. He put the bags on the chest at the foot of a California King bed and headed back across the common area.
As he approached the door, he could see her bending over to grab something from her bag. She had kicked off her pumps, but her legs and ass still looked as divine as before. At the door, Cal knocked on the threshold. She glanced behind and saw him there, but made no attempt to stand up, determined to find whatever it was she was looking for.
Cal, not one to waste an opportunity, cocked his head to the side in appreciation while he took in the dark blue fabric of her dress spread tight across her toned but totally grabable rump. The hemline of the dress had worked its way more than halfway up her thighs, and with a window opposite her, Cal could barely make out what was still hidden beneath the dress.
She stood up empty handed. Cal inquired, "Find what you need?" Her eyes slowly traced from his face down to his feet and back up, with momentary pauses in the middle going both ways. The pulse was making a steady come back.
"I think so." She looked at him with a soft smile, but he could see the true emotion in her eyes. Both at once tense with thought, and relaxed in a dopey sort of way. Horny. Cal was chronically oblivious to women's interest in him, but this was like reading Goodnight Moon with a PhD in English Lit. Cal did surprisingly well at concealing his excitement. He was pretty sure jumping around in circles while clapping would be a turn-off for this class of woman. At least not a turn-on.
"Great! Well, if anything comes up that you need assistance with, or have any questions, or just want to chat... push this button," Cal pointed at an intercom, "talk, and my voice will answer."
"If I need you, push your button, and you'll come. Got it." Cal tried not to pass out as all the blood went from his head to his cock with one heartbeat. When he saw her overtly look at his crotch, where a significant bulge was forming, he felt it was time to bug out for a while.
"That's the gist of it. I hope you get settled alright, and I'll see you around the house." He flashed his winning smile, tinged with eroticism, turned and walked to the top of the steps. Glancing back at her door, he saw Jackie watching him. Blushing, and smiling again, Cal walked down to the first floor.
Her parents started up the steps when he got to the bottom. "Up to the top and hang a left, y'all are the biggest bed." He said in a friendly, casual voice, trying to hide the excited tremor he could feel in every nerve, a few, more than the others. They thanked him and went up. When they had turned and disappeared from view, Cal turned to Tom.
"Oh. My. God. Tom!" Tom started chuckling, "She's coming on to me! I don't think this has happened before!" Being the great guy he was, Tom tolerated Cal's manic ramblings, giving a few, more sedate pieces of advice when he was through, like, "Don't do anything stupid," and, "Do something stupid." Tom's the best.
Determined to be productive with his newfound energy, Cal rummaged around on the first floor, straightening this, and moving that. In a few minutes though, he had run out of stupid things to do, and decided to just go chill back in his cottage. Somewhat literally.
