"You are kidding?" I shouted at the van driver as he walked to his vehicle; "Seriously...you are just leaving them there?" He continued ignoring me even though I had my hands on my hips and I was tapping my foot on the pavement, to show him that I was really angry.
"At least have the courtesy to bloody answer me!" My blood was boiling as he slammed the back doors closed and twisted the handle confirming it was locked, then started walking towards the cab, where his colleague was sitting with a smirk as wide as a river was already sitting.
Just as I was contemplating leaping on his back and tearing what was left of his hair out; two multi-coloured Lycra clad super-heroes on racing bikes arrived on the scene.
"What's the problem?" The taller of the two asked as he dismounted.
"Hey! Bollocks...he's talking to you!" The other one shouted at the driver as he gracefully jumped off his bike and rested it against the wall and went to grab the driver in one fluid movement.
The van driver pushed his hand away and clambered into his cab and immediately locked the door before revving the engine and driving away as the young man banged on the side of the van shouting; "You fat fucking prick...come back here!"
I was fuming and fighting back tears as the tall young man peeled off his sporty wraparound sunglasses and unclipped his helmet.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he tenderly touched my shoulder. It took a few seconds before I recognised him as one of my new neighbours.
"Yes...yes...thanks." I stammered and sighed before waving my hands to my left; "he was delivering these drawers and things; but they refused to carry them up the stairs unless I paid them £20."
The other cyclist, standing in front of me had now removed his glasses and cycling helmet and he too was a neighbour; probably flat mates I guessed; but I wasn't sure as I'd only moved in six weeks previously and while I had seen them both to say hello to; we had been like 'ships in the night' hardly ever seeing each other; or my other neighbours either.
"I'm Lee." The shorter, stockier exotic looking guy held his hand out, and before I could take it the other nudged him in the shoulder, making him stumble. "Sorry about him, I'm Grant." The taller guy laughed as he shook my hand. "We live in number 2. You are on the top floor aren't you?"
"Twat!" Lee whispered as he softly kneed his friend in the thigh.
"Yes." I sighed again and looked forlornly at the wardrobe and three sets of drawers. "Oh God!" I gasped and shook Grant's large hand, which completely dwarfed mine. "I'm Molly...sorry...but..."
"Don't worry Molly," Grant smiled; "give us a couple of minutes to put these away and put some trainers on and we will carry them up for you."
"Will we now?" Lee curled his lip and playfully frowned.
"No...no...no...no." I gasped, "I will ring my Dad...he was going to visit tomorrow anyway."
"Only kidding!" Lee laughed and curled his tattooed musclebound arm around my shoulders and squeezed me against his chest. "Two minutes and we'll be back." The next I knew was their cycling shoes were click-clacking on the concrete as they pushed their bikes into the block of flats.
I composed myself and; as good as their word they returned in only a few minutes still wearing their Lycra kit and now wearing trainers.
"You lead the way." Grant winked; "and we will follow." The two (quite hunky) young men effortlessly lifted the wardrobe, and as I held the door open Lee accidentally brushed past me; bumping my boobs with his arm; for which he apologized (with a big grin on his face).
"After you then." Grant repeated. It was only as I made my way up the second flight of stairs that I remembered that the short skirt I was wearing was quite flared; which may have allowed them a peak at my knickers. Although I've always been a flirt and attention seeker events over the last year damaging my self-confidence and only recently; especially since I moved into the flat, was it starting to slowly come back.
"What the Hell!" I thought; and even began to discretely wiggle my hips as I proceeded up the ancient staircase. By the time I reached the top floor I was about 8 steps ahead of them, which was possibly deliberate on their part so they could see up my skirt; the rascals, and when I went to open the door I accidentally dropped my keys. By now I was beginning to feel quite mischievous and bent to pick them up, but with straight legs making my skirt rise even higher up my thighs, possibly as far as my knickers...who knows?
"Wahay!" Lee quietly chuckled "Red hair and black nylon; my favourite colour scheme!" So I presumed he had seen something that he liked. Once inside the flat they placed the wardrobe in my son's room and went back to make another couple of journeys.
Even though they looked like gym bunnies (their powerful and well defined muscles were a giveaway) by the time Lee and Grant arrived with the last set of drawers they were glowing with sweat and their cycling tops were unzipped down to the navel exposing even more taught muscles and tattoos. Myself; I was drinking my second glass of wine and was starting to have naughty thoughts.
"Thanks guys...really, I mean it...thanks. I really don't know how to thank you properly." I smiled playfully; "Do you want a beer? I think I've got a couple in the fridge."
"I suppose a beer will do." Lee pulled a mock grimace and I wagged a finger in his direction to admonish him.
When I returned from the kitchen they were sitting on the sofa so I had to lean forward to hand them the cans; making my scoop neck vest fall forward and they got a good look at my pink bra and boobs.
As they opened their beer I stepped back and sat on the arm of the chair with another glass of wine.
"So," I asked, "what's it like living here?"
It turned out that they had only moved in a few months ago after leaving University; both were engineers and Lee was half English and half Chinese; hence him looking quite exotic. They didn't have girlfriends but Grant winked that 'it didn't mean they went without' to which I admonished him with another wagged finger.
After a while Grant asked if the furniture was for my son; who he'd seen with me a couple of times.
"Yes," I replied, explaining that he was visiting his Dad for the first time in a month at his Grandparents house and would be away until Sunday evening.
By the time I refreshed their beer we were flirting quite outrageously especially when I asked about their tattoos which necessitated Lee pulling his Lycra top down to his waist so I could see that his back and chest were absolutely covered in Oriental art. This led to me getting the opportunity to compare the muscles on their arms and even thighs. I was trembling with excitement as I stood between them and ran my fingers along their arms, down their stomachs and finally across their powerful thighs. Not that I hadn't noticed them before because the lycra shorts left nothing to the imagination; but being this close I wasn't sure if Glen wasn't hiding a banana down his pants, as his bulge looked enormous and Lee's wasn't too shabby either.
Eventually the conversation drifted away and I went on to explain that we'd been living with my own parents for a few months after my husband had 'gambled away the family home.' As I spoke the last sentence I raised my left hand and stared tearfully at the wedding ring that was still on my third finger.
"Life moves on!" Grant raised his can then startled me by calling out; "Fuck your ex...Fuck him!"
"Yeh!" Lee called out, "Fuck him!" and raised his can in salute.
I raised my own glass and whispered, "f..fff...fuck him." As you can tell I'm not a shy bairn but of all my faults I don't have a potty mouth; I keep that sort of language for the bedroom.
"What was that?" Lee mocked me and cupped his ear, "we can't hear you!"