I was lying on the sofa watching the Cubs get their asses handed to them once again. Leading four to two in the ninth and the bull pin offers up a floater to Carlos Beltran, who with two on, sends it over the ivy. The Cardinals add the their division lead and my Cubs float ever lower toward the worst season in twenty years and that, my friends, is a true accomplishment.
Speaking of losers, my doorbell was buzzing and my neighbor had called earlier, promising to bring me some fresh sea trout; he fishes everyday. When I opened the door, my trailer girl pushed her way past me. She stood in the middle of the floor, hands on her hips. "Are you fucking crazy?" she inquired.
"Believed so by many." I answered.
"Don't go funny on me." She demanded. "How many fucking old Dodge trucks do you think there are around here"
I was trying to count on my fingers. "Three I think."
"Fuck you, I think." She countered. "Why were you parked on Marina drive last night?"
"Was that the name of the street? Because I have to be honest, I could not see the sign in the dark. I think it's about time we readdress the street light issue."
"It's not funny you fuck. Maybe you don't approve of what I do. I don't give a fuck." She emphasized every syllable of the last sentence. "It is what I do, period. Stay out of my business." She looked at me as serious as a drop dead gorgeous twenty-year old can.
"Mushroom hunting." I said
"Fuck you." She said
"Can't argue, it does sound a little better that mushroom hinting." I countered.
A smile came across her face and she was trying desperately to prevent it. "Only a little better?" she asked
"I can tell you have never had a Morel omelet." Is explained
"No." she grinned. "I haven't" she moved near me and hugged me. "I mean it." She said. "No more following me." She looked up to me and offered her lips and I took them.
"Next time I bring the dog." She said and I knew she was serious.
"How did you get out without daddy catching you?" I asked
"Don't worry about it'" she said.
"Or you'll get the dog, right?"
"I will if I have to." She said. "I need your help." She added.
"Anything to keep the dogs at bay." I said
"I need you to go with me. You don't have to do anything, just be there." She said
"You nee me to carry the groceries or something?" I asked "Wait, didn't you just tell me to stay out of your business?"
"You do nothing, just walk in with me, set down, say nothing." She detailed. "I have a new......client....maybe. I'm just not sure so I need to feel safe until I meet them once."
"I can do safe." I said.
"Yes, but can you do quiet." She asked.
"Does this involve you getting undressed? I asked
"It might." She said
"It's possible I will moan." I explained
"Quietly, quiet moaning is allowed."
"When do we do this?" I asked.
"Right now, I'm late. I had to stop and straighten out my boyfriend"
"Simple task. I shouldn't have taken you too long. Look I'm straight already." I said, "Why did he need straightened out?"
"He fucking won't keep his nose out of my business." She said
"Maybe you need to find a new boyfriend." I said
"Be careful what you ask for." She replied, "Lets go if you're going."
When I returned from my bedroom I had added a long tee shirt to my attire and my 32-chrome revolver was clipped to my belt at the small of my back. It wasn't a location that allowed for a quick draw but I was not a quick draw kind of guy and I figured that if something was to occur it would be directed at her and not me and I would have time to ease it out.
I stopped her at the door and turned her around. "If we are going to be partners a need to know your name." The look on her face told me that she just realized she had never told me.
"We are not partners." She said, "You are not partners with Sarah Brooks."
"This way partner." I said
Sarah drove, I rode, the air conditioner hummed and her tanned legs grew longer every time she pumped the clutch pedal. She was in a pale blue button front blouse with short sleeves; nicely pressed but totally out of character for her. She wore cream-colored Bermuda shorts with coordinated sandals. No jewelry and no makeup. Her short mousy hair was as neatly styled as possible but it still had this sort of wild fly-a-way look.
We pulled into a suburban address on Oakmont Circle, definitely an upper-class location. The place was large with a four-car garage on the side. There was one garage door open and Sarah pulled the car inside without hesitation. She checked her appearance in the rear view mirror and said, "Lets go."
The door to the house opened to reveal a woman in her early forties. Her hand reached first for a white switch panel and pushed a button lowering the garage door. Next her hand extended to Sarah. "I expected you would come alone." She said.
"I'm sorry," Sarah offered. "This is Chuck. I like to feel safe when I meet someone for the first time. I'm sure you understand."
"I guess." She said. "Come in, please. We sat in a small cozy room filled with sunlight from a wall of glass. The room was filled with potted plants and antiques and the walls were covered in art. We had drinks and the two of them chatted for nearly an hour. I sat quiet and casually let my eyes hunt for bugs crawling on the leaves.
The conversation was strained because obviously the two had no similar life experiences to share. Sarah finally stood and asked the woman, I over heard her name was Blair, to show her around the house. I accurately guessed that it was her was of saying it was time to move on and where is the bedroom.
Sarah took Blair's hand as they walked through he house. I followed quietly behind. When they entered the master suite Blair looked at Sarah and asked. "Will he wait for you or should we find him a chair in here?"
Sarah looked at me and answered. "I just recently found out that he likes to watch."
"Crawl under a Hibiscus bush one time and you're labeled a peeping Tom for ever." I said and Sarah gave me a look that said if I spoke again I would endure the wrath of Thor.
I sat in a comfortable armchair next to a table with a lamp and magazines. Well. If I get bored, I thought.
Sarah led Blair to the bed and began to unbutton her blouse. As Blair sat down, Sarah slipped every button slowly through its hole and gradually she pulled it free of the waistband if her shorts and slipped it from her shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor. She stood there in a lace bra that cupped the underside of her small breasts with the tops of her nipples slightly revealed. Blair looked on as she let one hand press lightly between her legs over of her skirt.
Sarah slipped off her shoes and Blair reached for the buttons on her own blouse. Sarah immediately took hold of her hand. "Wait." She asked. "I would like to do that." Blair lowered her hands back to her lap. Sarah unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped them and folded them open. Silk bikini panties were visible. She slid them over her hips and stepped out of them one leg at a time, and dropped them.
She stood still and Blair was admiring her amazing body. She pushed her thumbs into the top of her panties and rolled them to mid hip and stopped, then a bit farther. They were in a tight roll directly across her sex. Her bare smooth mound showed clearly. She was teasing Blair and Blair was visibly aroused. She turned to face me. She looked directly at me and leaned forward thrusting her perfect ass toward Blair.
Blair reached for Sarah and Sarah let her take hold of her panties and ease them down and off. But when Clair leaned farther wanting to place a kiss on that sweet rear, Sarah stood and turned back to her. "Just what did you thing you was going to do?" Sarah asked.
Blair was in a trance and didn't answer. Sarah lifted Blair and began to unbutton her top. She did it slowly and let her fingers rub against Blair's breasts. She pulled the top off and tossed it aside. Blair had nice full medium sized tits and Sarah cupped them and squeezed them within her soft cotton bra. Sarah reached behind Blair pulling them as close as they had yet been. She leaned in and kissed her host a soft but passionate kiss and pushed her tongue between Blair's lips. She held the kiss as she released the snaps and pulled the bra over Blair's shoulders and down her arms. She held it up then let it fall from her fingertips.
Sarah looked down and saw Blair was wearing loafers. "Kick you shoes off." She instructed. Blair slid off both shoes and let her feet push them out of the way. Sarah slipped two fingers into the waist of Blair's slacks. She let her fingers slip as far down as possible. She moved them across Blair's stomach letting them brush the top of per panties. Blair leaned her head on Sarah's shoulder and closed her eyes; her breathing was erratic.
I'm sure I saw Sarah smile. She slipped free the button of Blair's slacks and tugged on the zipper. I don't know if it was the sound or the zipper or feeling Sarah's hand so near her sex but Blair moaned into Sarah's neck. Her slacks were eased over her hips and they fell to the carpet. Blair was a true beauty. Slim tan body with a tight rump and erect breasts.