Hi to all,
Here is part two of A Slow Descent. I originally envisaged it would only have two parts but as with everything nowadays it got complicated. I'm part way through writing part three at the moment. Reading part one would be a good idea if you want to pick up the story line.
Here's a brief outline, Helena a thirty something mother of two who runs a real estate agency in a seaside town employing three other women. Three musicians come to town and Helena rents them a prominent local house to record some music. Helena observes two of her staff, Jane and Annie, in compromising scenes with the guests and is just driving away as the story continues.
Thanks to John for taking time away from the beach to do my editing.
As always I love to get feedback so leave a comment about your thoughts, positive or negative. A warning though, I will delete racist comments. I left one bad one on part 1 that had the N word purely because the way it was written displayed the author's ignorance.
Cheers
CharlieB4
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Outside I clambered into my car and got moving as quickly as I could. Hitting the highway I pressed harder than normal on the accelerator, determined to get as far away as quickly as possible. Just outside the town limits I heard the whoop of a siren behind me. Looking in my rearview mirror the flashing lights of a police car loomed large behind me. Cursing, I pulled over onto the verge and the police car did the same.
Fishing my license from the purse in my bag I rolled down the window and waited. After what seemed like an age the police car door opened and Sergeant Jacobs, the local policeman, strode towards my car. He was a striking figure in his uniform, tall and thick set with impossibly broad shoulders. I'd first met him when I'd sold him and his young Singaporean wife a town house in the Coloons Bay. I remember having to stifle a laugh when I first saw them together, he was six foot three and his wife only five two. As he got closer I found my gaze lingering on his crotch, and the long black nightstick that flopped against his leg.
"Helena? I recognized the car but I'd didn't think it could be you driving." He said in a stern voice.
"I'm sorry Sergeant." I passed my license out the window.
Taking it from me he took off his dark glasses and inspected it before looking back at me. "You do know you were speeding."
"I didn't really, I'm very sorry. My mind was elsewhere." He continued to stare at me and I broke first looking down at my hands.
"You haven't been drinking have you? You look a little flushed."
"Not since a glass of wine last night," I tried my real estate smile to break his harsh demeanor but it didn't work.
He finally looked away when a big truck drove past and blew its air horn. I was left staring at his belt, with the handcuffs clipped in a holder on the front. Just as my gaze began to shift a little lower he spoke again.
"Helena, have you ever had a ticket before?"
"No Sergeant."
"Alright then this time you get off with a warning. I didn't have the radar on because I was on my way home from a meeting with my superiors and not on duty. However next time you won't be so lucky. Okay?"
"Yes sergeant, thank you." I left the real estate smile in the closet and gave him my genuine one.
He gave my license back then turned and strode back to his car and I watched his butt all the way. In my mind I was speculating on the size of his penis. Up until last week I'd only seen one in the flesh and a couple in dirty movies but I felt they were a fake. Well I did then, after witnessing 10K's appendage I wasn't as sure.
Back on the road and well within the speed limit I went back to the office. I always kept a change of clothes there just in case I spilled something on myself before meeting a client. There was also a shower in the back and I felt the need to cleanse myself. After letting myself in the backdoor I made sure everybody else had left then undressed and got in the shower.
As I soaped myself up I went back over what I'd witnessed a short time before. I couldn't believe that Annie would do those things. Jane was single, footloose and fancy free but Annie had a husband and children. As I washed my private parts any thoughts of Annie's actions were replaced by 10K and his massive cock. The buzz returned as I lingered longer than was strictly necessary and my finger slipping between the folds of my sex. Looking down I spied a long cylindrical black shampoo bottle with a rounded lid. As I reached down for it I checked myself and stood back up. I admonished myself out loud.
"My god Helena! Get a grip."
I turned around and shut off the hot water. The cold water stung my body but I forced myself to endure the withering spray. I suffered through my penance, washing away my impure thoughts. Fifteen minutes later I was in the Thai takeaway getting our usual Thursday night dinner.
At home we were in our usual positions-my husband on the lounge watching the television, my daughter on her mobile talking to a friend and my son playing Grand Theft Auto in his room. Opening the takeaway containers got a hungry husband off the lounge but the other two had to be torn away from their pursuits. We sat at the table and ate, mostly in silence, each in our own little world. With the food gone we returned to our own pursuits, I was left with the cleanup and washing followed by ironing and folding. The domestic goddess was in her element, unfortunately.
With the dreary essentials done I slipped into a hot bath for a soak. Afterwards I was in my walk-in wardrobe selecting my night time attire. I found a negligee that Jim had bought me for an anniversary many years ago. Sliding into it I was pleased to see that it still fit except maybe my boobs being not quite as pert hung a little lower. I lay on top of the covers on the bed waiting for Jim, I was in the mood for some action.
Sometime later I went looking and found him still perched in front of the television. Why, when there is football on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday do they gave to sometimes play a game on Thursday night. I walked slowly and I thought seductively between him and the television hoping my attire would attract his interest. It didn't, he merely craned his neck to try and not miss any of the game. I plonked myself down beside him and snuggled under his arm.
"Who's playing?"
"Eagles and the Titans," Jim grunted.
"Who's winning?"
"Eagles."
This was getting me nowhere. I slipped three of the buttons on his shirt open and raked my nails through the hair on his chest. Jim continued watching the game but when I stopped his hand gripped my shoulder tightly to let me know he wanted me to continue. Emboldened, I undid his shirt completely and continued scratching, caressing and tickling his bare chest. When I started unbuttoning Jim's pants he stopped me.
"The kids?" He croaked.
