She was glossily black, big tit's wobbling loose under a baggy tee-shirt and about mid thirties I guessed. Her attitude when she opened the door was initially surprised, then gushing and full of joy to see the dog I had by the scruff of it's neck. For it's part it ignored her outstretched arms and wandered into the house as I gulped at the vision - then did what I intended to -vent my anger.
"Crapped on my lawn and my drive in two days," I growled. "Disgraceful - you should...er! hang on, you don't live here."
"No my sister does, Emily. I'm Norma, house sitting while she's on a course. Her work you know," she simpered, glancing into the house then back at me.
What a profile! Neat snub nose betraying the wide flared nostrils when seen face on. Long lush eyelashes - ah! that's the family trade name and strong perky chin. Her lips protruded almost brutishly in that strong Negroid way, but their colour or colours deflected any crude ideas. They were purple pink and seemed to be outlined within a dark inky line.
"Well it's her dog I know and I'm pig sick of telling her about keeping it secure," I glowered.
"Yes I'm sorry Mr er..?" she asked gently.
"Bell, Mike Bell, from number one."
"Ah yes. Look I'm awfully sorry. I was meaning to meet you. Can I do anything?" she smiled and I was intrigued - meet me? but totally dazzled by her teeth.
I glanced at her legs - long, slim and shapely below the hemline of the shirt which hung like a dress. Tiny feet, the lighter lower pigmentation just wrapping round enough to hint at it's contrast with the uppers. I'm a sucker for that. Red painted toenails colour matched her finger nails as she offered her hand. The coffee smelled nice and I told her.
We sat in the neat bright kitchen decorated with the Caribbean colours relevant to Norma Lush, but not Emily Lush the neighbour at number five. In fact thinking about Emily, definitely not the colours she would choose so I was surprised. Emily was plain, thin and scholarly and although black, my favourite feminine colour, was not in the slightest way sexy to me and I had watched her enough.
To find a chink in her persona that would make me interested in the neighbour, I had studied her long and hard for the three years she had lived along the terrace, but to no avail. The woman was so ungainly, dowdy and unfashionable I had given up on her. I could spy her underwear on the washing line and that didn't raise any hopes either. She wore large white cotton knickers for fucks sake! Her sister - who now perched in front of me on the worktop with her lovely legs crossed and offering me acres of glossy thigh was a revelation however.
I sipped the delicious filter coffee as she talked and told me that it was her first visit to England, coinciding with Emily's trip to Brussels although they would have time together as Norma was in Europe for six weeks. Hendrix the dog wandered happily in and out of the back door. It was a nice enough fucking dog, mixed species, maybe part collie but I just don't like dogs that shit on other folks patches or in public thoroughfares. Even his name didn't seem to fit with Emily, but it did with Norma.
We chatted about everything and anything, including how I would pop round and investigate the garden boundaries to keep the pooch in. Fuck! I was happy now, as I goggled, making not the greatest attempt to hide my drools. Christ! she had nipples like organ stops in there and they were leaping about as she talked with great animation. Norma slid off the worktop, allowing me the slightest glimpse of a blue crotch, probably a silk thong I reckoned. Her boobs bounced dramatically as she landed lightly on the terracotta tiled floor. I lapped up the views until she excused herself and trotted upstairs to the toilet.
I imagined the views if I had followed her, buttocks blooming alternately, glimpses of a tight bulging gusset, it's lowering to round her black knees and then as she squatted over the toilet, the strong flow of her piss splashing into the water and the casual wipe through with a tissue and wash of her hands. I spotted some holiday brochures where she had been perched and idly flicked through them. I put them down as she re-entered the kitchen.
"Like what you see?" she grinned, as her boobs settled when she leaned quite close to me at the kitchen table.
I think she meant the brochures and I nodded and then asked.
"So what is Hedonism? I mean I know the word and it's meaning - but this place?"
"It's a resort for the broadminded. You know swingers, sexy people and a lot of show offs," she chuckled. "I mean look at the pictures, get the picture?"
I nodded as I leafed through the expensive publication. Topless and nudes abounded, male and female and the list of activities was mind blowing.
"Been there?" I quizzed.
"Of course. I am the executive vice president for PR and marketing," she told me matter of factly.
"No shit!" I exclaimed. "I can see why."
"Is that meant to be a compliment Mike?" she breathed. "Anyway look at page twenty-three and you'll see me."
I leafed to the small print and company information page and gasped. There was Norma, fully dressed in a smart getup amongst a group of smart people, some white some not.
"That's the executive team," she pointed to the picture. "I'm here on business, Josh is here too but he's up in London," Norma added pointing to a slim Hispanic guy. "He's EVP Finance and IT. Execu..." she stopped explaining when I nodded knowingly.
"Big time," I murmured. "You and him an item? You rustling up punters?"
"No way to both questions, he's gay anyway," she giggled. "We're full to busting all the time, but we need to keep up with things and Europe is where the shit is. You know IT and all that. Emily tells me you are in IT in a big way," said Norma.
I was stunned.
