Dear readers. As you know I occasionally have to go off on a diversion from my normal material. This time I have kept Dani as the central protaganist, ok I will be honest, what I mean is that the story revolves around him, and he's very soon out of his depth. Pun intended. I apologise to all of you looking for a quick rub story, this might not quite do it for you, but then again maybe it will. I don't want to give everything away but there's no penetrative sex, there's a small amount of oral, the story is written as a slow burn introduction to a situation that could, depending on your imagination lead to an explosive conclusion. However, that conclusion isn't here and it may come later. So in case you didn't work it out, it's a tease story, it's designed to hopefully get your juices flowing. I wanted to try and write something sort of original and plausible, whilst getting you all turned on and a bit hot under the collar, or wet in the panties. As ever all my characters are over 18, and reside in a place where 18 is the age of majority. This story doesn't reflect any situation that ever happened in my real life (unlike some of my others) and all the characters are fictitious. Well that's the legal bit out of the way and so I hope you enjoy "The Hot Tub".
The Hot Tub
Friday evening and it was a crap end to a crap week. Work had been absolutely hectic for weeks, the customers more than demanding and I'd had to work late. I'd missed out on the Friday after work drinks session at 5pm with the lads who'd simply waved goodbye as they trotted off to the pub and I stared blankly at the computer screen. By the time I'd wrapped up the final deals it was too late to join them. Instead, I'd driven home, eaten what I could find in the fridge, which was typical bachelor fare, I really needed to go food shopping tomorrow. It was now 8pm and I had decided to at least get the laundry out of the way before the weekend started, at least that would be one less thing to think about.
That was the final piece of shit to happen, I'd got the first load inside, soap and conditioner added and set the program; nothing. Nada. Silence. The machine refused to start. I looked at the clever digital display and all it said was E101. Some error message that probably explained everything to a proper engineer, but that meant totally zip to me. Until I found the manual and then translated the fault into layman's English. Even then the cause of a float damper being compromised due to excessive soap/water/or other foreign invasive didn't fill me with either confidence or knowledge to fix it quickly.
"Damn!" I swore out loud, ok my actual words were a whole lot worse than that, there was no one living with me to hear so I am sure you can imagine what was said. This was just great wasn't it. I had a whole week's laundry to do; white shirts, colours, underwear and of course my bedding and finally towels. Yes, I might be a single guy living alone but I knew how to do laundry. The whole process usually takes a good couple of hours and now I couldn't even start it. I sat on the floor fiddling with the machine but nothing I did made the slightest bit of difference. Giving up on the machine for now as I was in no state to start taking it apart and figuring out then problem logically I sat there wondering what I was going to do? I didn't even know where the nearest launderette was. Was it even open at night? Did I need coins? Do launderettes even operate on coins these days of plastic cards and phone wallets. Actually I wasn't even sure if I had any coins? How much was it? Was that even relevant?
All these thoughts and questions rattled around my brain as I sat there until I came to one final conclusion. My neighbour. Mrs Dodds lived next door and appeared to be roughly the same age as me, in her mid to late forties. I'd chatted to her a few times; over the garden fence and in the street when our path's crossed, coming and going from home, although I'd never been invited in. I knew she was divorced and lived with her daughter; Polly or Poppy or something like that. I wasn't sure of her age, but Mrs Dodds; her name was Peggy I remembered, had said something about finishing college so she had to be at least 18 or 19 I guessed. Anyway, that I decided was my only solution, knock next door, apologise for calling late and beg to borrow her washing machine. It wasn't perfect and I'd make sure to make it up to her, but I hoped she'd help me out. She had always come across as a decent enough person, surely she'd understand and whilst not the thing to do on a Friday night I couldn't come up with anything else. Except of course I could leave everything until the next day, try and repaid the machine, if I even could, and then start my laundry. The thought of trying that, not being able to fix the damn machine and still being in the same position I was now urged me that this was my best option.
I bundled everything into two large black bin bags, walked next door and nervously rang the bell. I was surprised when the daughter opened it and even more surprised to see what she was wearing. She had long dark hair that fell past her shoulders framing a petite and pretty face. She was nearly as tall me and her dark hair was a stark contrast to the white towelling robe that she wore. The robe stopped at mid-calf level and her feet were bare I noticed. I suddenly wished I had opted for option one of waiting until tomorrow to see if I could fix the stupid machine, but of course that was too late now.
"Oh, hi Mr Harris," she recognised me, not commenting on my two suspicious black plastic bin bags.
"Oh, hello," I still couldn't recall her name properly, "is your mother in? I need to ask her a favour."
"No, sorry, she's had to go away for the weekend to her sister, she's not very well. So Mum has gone to help her out for a few days. What was the favour you wanted?"
Well, that was my plans scuttled. My laundry would have to wait. I'd have to get up early tomorrow and try and fix the machine. Back to option one then.
"Oh, it was nothing really, my washing machine just broke down on me and I have a whole week's worth of laundry to get done. I was going to ask your Mum if I could use your machine, but don't worry, I'll get mine fixed tomorrow hopefully."
"Don't be silly, of course you can use ours."
"Well, I don't know, you said your Mum isn't here. I don't want to be a nuisance to you."
"It's no nuisance. And Mum would be cross with me if I didn't offer to help you out. What are neighbours for anyway. Is that your laundry you have with you?"
"Yes, sorry there's quite a lot of it, I didn't manage to get any done during the week."
"Come on in then, let's get you started."
She fully pulled open the front door and ushered me inside. The layout was very much like that of my own house next door. We went down the hallway, past the stairs through to the back of the house into the kitchen which then led to a small utility room area by the back door. That's when I had another surprise. I had assumed that Poppy/Polly was on her own, instead as we entered the kitchen, I saw a second girl sat at the breakfast bar. Whereas, Poppy/Polly was dark haired this second girl was blonde, her hair cut quite short and she too was dressed only in a towelling bathrobe. Whether or not it was because she was seated, I couldn't decide but her robe seemed much shorter, just about covering her to mid-thigh. I tried not to stare however, she was the first to speak.
"Ooh who's this, Pol?" Well at least I now knew my neighbour's name was Polly.
"Anna, this is Mr Harris from next door, his washing machine broke so I offered him to use ours. Mr Harris, this is Anna, a friend from college. She's staying over while my Mum is away to keep me company."
Anna stepped off her kitchen stool and offered a hand in greeting. Damn, I was right, her bathrobe was way shorter than Polly's. I tried but failed not to stare at her legs that seemed to be way too long and disappear under a way too short bathrobe.
"Hi, Mr Harris," she greeted me as she shook my hand.
"Nice to meet you, Anna, please both of you call me Dani. Mr Harris makes me feel old. And whilst I am older than you both I'm not ancient." I tried to be a bit light-hearted.
"No problem, Dani," Anna giggled as she said my name.
"The washing machine is through here," announced Polly, "but then you probably worked that out already." She smiled and led the way through to the utility room. "The machine is quite new so if you need help figuring it out then just ask."
