Blue Flowers of Trouble and Desire

The Blue Flowers of Trouble and Desire

by Emjay Zielony

Part Five

The following are extracts of my erotica novella "The Blue Flowers of Trouble and Desire. I've condensed them and left off a previous chapter of backstory but I welcome any feedback (good or bad) to improve my writing. I will endeavour to publish one part per week. Please enjoy.

When I swung into the carpark on Monday morning Archies old Ford Mercury was notable for not being in its usual spot. This was unusual as years of managing a bank had given him an acute sense of time and punctuality. Archie was never late. I loaded my cart hoping everything was all right when Rowena poked her head through the door to reception.

"Archie won't be in today, he's asked for the day off, some family business out of town," She paused as if looking for something to add. "Just thought I'd let you know."

"No problem, it'll be fine." I called back over my shoulder as I headed out.

Mrs Quinn noticed my bouncy mood and she suggested I must have had a good weekend. I told her about catching up with Billy and about the jog in the hills and the views. Her weekend, she said, was so so.

Mrs Rutherford stayed glued to the screen but motioned that today she would like the vacuuming done.

I paused and looked at the door of number 3. It was closed. I felt a fidgety nervousness about what would greet me.

I let myself in.

I could hear the shower running.

"Hello?" I called out.

No reply.

I put my head through into the bedroom.

"Hello... Mrs Prendergast?"

Her voice was slightly muffled behind the bathroom door.

"Is that you Emjay?" she said and after pause, "Can you come in here for a moment?"

My hesitancy stemmed from the fact I wasn't entirely certain this was all just in my head. Maybe she hadn't said anything and this was part of my insanity.

"Are you sure Mrs Prendergast, whats the matter?" I asked.

"Oh I've just dropped my brush."

"Umm, should I close my eyes?" I had no idea why I asked that. Perhaps I felt I still needed some degree of propriety. I had already crossed all 'lines of appropriateness' and just wanted to point out I did actually have some small streak of decency.

"Don't be silly dear."

I opened the door and I could make out Mrs Prendergast's slim body through the steam and the glass shower door.

"It's in here dear" and she pushed the glass door open and gestured to the plastic bottles in the corner.

It's first time I get to see her whole naked body. She's keeping her hair from getting wet and letting the stream of water run down her slim figure. It flows from the fine wrinkle lines around her neck and down small folds of flesh around her shoulder and over her round bottom. She turns toward me and I gaze at her mature breasts with protruding nipples. The water makes its way between them, down around her belly button, over a small paunch of tummy and funnels through her pubes into a single steady stream that makes it look as if she is peeing. She stands with an inviting smile.

As I motion to step into the shower she says, "You don't want to get your uniform wet, dear."

I pull the tunic over my head and slide off my pants. I can see she is looking at my hardening cock as I step inside. "It slid behind the shampoo," she says.

I bend down to move the shampoo bottle and it slips out of my hand making the brush scoot behind the conditioner towards the other corner. So I get down on all fours to respectfully reach round behind her legs, and as I do she moves and a jet of warm water lands on my back. I smirk.               "I'm sure this is highly inappropriate Mrs Prendergast."

"Probably." She giggles as I knock the conditioner bottle over which in turn sends the brush sliding back to the original corner. I finally catch the errant brush and come to my knees, my eye line directly to her beautifully aged pussy. Her speckled pubic hair gleams in the wet as the water runs off the end of two hanging lips. As I hand up the brush she turns her bottom toward me. "I was thinking while you're here you could at least give my back a rub" I stand up past her gentle arse and start to run the soft brush across her shoulders, the skin under her shoulder blades and down to the small of her back.

"Mmmm" she murmurs " Thats nice, very nice"

I continue massaging my way back up her spine. Her eyes are closed.

"My late husband used to wash me in the shower so its been a long time since I've enjoyed this."

"Late?"

"Yes, very."

She reaches through and guides my hand it round to and under her breasts. They slide over the back of my hand as I look over her shoulder to admire her nipples. She pushes her arse back toward me so the base of my cock sits in the crack, my balls caress themselves against her soft buttocks as I slide slowly up and down through the soapy lather. My hand with the sponge inches lower.               "Mmmm."

"Nice?" I whisper.

I push the sponge back and forth between her legs and let a finger slip away to feel her lips. I ease between and tease the opening of her vagina each time I pass.

"That is so beautiful," she murmers, "I probably won't orgasm...but it feels so good."

"Its awesome just to do it to you."

I continue until she turns slightly toward me. Looking up from her soft blue eyes she is reaching round behind me, she's grabbing my arse and pulling me close, She's kissing me deeply. It's too much. My heart is thumping. My cock is starting pulse uncontrollably and my balls are throbbing as my cum surges up. Hot white semen bursts forth up to her breasts, It burst again....and again.               "Nice?" she whispers.'

"Nice? Amazing!"

"Yes, and wonderfully inappropriate."

She turns into the flow of the shower, rinses off my cum as I splash the water round my still tingling groin. Alice opens the glass door and steps out to pull one of two towels off the rail. As she handed it to me a small thrill swept through as I realised that she normally only had the one. She must have planned this. It stirred the tingle between my legs. She started to wrap the other towel around her shoulders and dry herself.

"You'll stay for a coffee?" I was taken aback. She said it with with such casualness that I might have simply been there to fix a faucet. "Forget the rest of the cleaning today.

She walked into her bedroom as I scooped up my uniform and started to dress. She dropped the towel, opened the top drawer of her dresser and peered in. As she stood there naked I admired her slender body while she decided on a pair of knickers. A silky pair of high cut briefs was the first choice before she paused and replaced them with another.

"I think, if I'm not mistaken, these are your favourite?"

She held out a fresh pair of the blue panties and danced them in front of me.

"I think they might be," I replied, "So, umm, the other morning."

"Uh-huh." she said as she slipped a leg inside.

" I was just wondering..."

"If I saw you? I most certainly did, It was hard to miss"

"I'm so embarrassed."

"Oh don't be, I mean it did take me by surprise," She fastened a bra."I did think it was odd that I'd left the curtains pulled when I walked in and then I saw you in the mirror and I just thought well I won't embarrass the poor boy I'll just pretend as if nothing happened."

"I'm sorry about that, it must have been a bit shocking."

"Well it was at first but then as I thought about it I thought, well, it was kind of, you know, flattering to be thought of in that sort of way." She slipped a summery yellow dress over her head and patted it down. "So in the end I thought it was actually kind of sweet and that

maybe

he'd like to have the real thing."

"I'm not, ah, sure what to say," I fumbled, "Thank you. I guess."

"You are most welcome, now why don't you put the kettle on."

She just seemed to take it in her stride as if it was the most normal thing in the world yet I couldn't quite shake my sense of awkwardness. It was a relief to step into the kitchen and make some coffee. Mrs Prendergast used a plunger coffee and I scooped in some freshly ground beans as the kettle grumbled to a boil.

"How do you have it?"

"Milk and one." She said as she stepped from the bedroom in radiant beauty. The dress was short sleeved, dandelion yellow speckled with small daisies and the hem came down to just below her knees. It gave her an air of youthful exuberance without trying.

"Wow," I exclaimed, "You look stunning."

"I just know it's going to get hot today."

I passed over a mug of coffee and followed her to the dining table and sat opposite. She pushed a small vase of plastic daffodils to one side and set her coffee down. Maybe she sensed I wasn't quite sure what to say.

"You know, as I said, my husband Len used to pamper me. In the shower. You don't mind me talking about my late husband?"

"No, you mentioned your him the other night."

"Dear man. That was one of our little things, having a shower together. It used to be baths when we first got married as we didn't have a shower in our first house, not for a couple of years, and then he got the local plumber to install one. Len was ahead of his time because he insisted it have two separate shower heads. He said the plumber seemed a bit dumbfounded as to why we needed two, perhaps he thought we were an extra dirty couple......and perhaps we were."

Her chuckle sounded like a secret happy to be out.

"Thats pretty cool." I grinned

She reached out her lightly freckled hand and placed it on mine.

"Well everyone has their little, whatchamacallits, things..."

"Things?" I puzzled.

"Len, well, he used to..." she paused. "...he used to like smelling my panties."

I can't be sure if I nodded but I was stuck for words so she carried on. "He said it drove him crazy and I used to tease him about it. You pantie pervert I'd say and he'd just laugh. Grab them out of the washing basket sometimes, but actually it turned me on, you know, that he found me sexy that way, so anyhow when I saw you the other day."

I took a sip of my coffee.

"So you don't see as some kind of, you know...deviant then?"

She laughed and tapped my hand.

"Even I've got my secret little desires, a few naughty things I like"

I felt a ping in my groin. That sounded like an invite, well, I hoped it was an invite. Whatever it was it was very sexy. I felt liking stripping my clothes off and whisking her into the bedroom. I smiled as I slid my chair back.

"Well thank you Mrs Prendergast, thats been some start to the morning."

"Well every day does have a morning," she smirked, "...and call me Alice."

"Thank you Alice." I thought for a moment. "Do you not think that might come across as a bit familiar? What about maybe, if its out and about, maybe Mrs P?"

"Mmm," she pondered, "I like that, Mrs P....can I share one of Mrs P's little likes?"

"You certainly can Mrs P."

"Well, often, after Len and I would have a shower or a bath he would take me to the bedroom and rub body lotion all over me."

"Body lotion?"

"Yes, you know my body lotion"

Caught in the crosshairs...again.

"The one that I, maybe left in the wrong place?"

"The very one."

"Ok, Shall I see if I can put it back in the right place tomorrow?"

"That would be marvellous."

The air smelt sweet as I went next door.

"Your late!!" said Mrs Jackson as she rinsed off her breakfast plate.

She was in a mood. Or perhaps she wasn't and this was just her normal state of being. Either way I was feeling frivolous.

"Sorry Mrs Jackson I just wanted to make sure you were fully dressed"

Now normally she would just serve me a look of suspicion, but this was more of a glare. Like looking straight into the eyes of a tiger at the zoo. Like its daring you to come in, trying to hypnotise you, lure you, and you're almost tempted even though you know perfectly well that it would rip you to shreds in a heartbeat.

That was the look Mrs Jackson was giving me.

I thought it best to stay on this side of the plexiglass so I just smiled and set about wiping her bench top. I could feel her icy stare piercing me in the back and a small shiver raced up my spine.

"How was your weekend Mrs Jackson?" An effort to release the moment.

"Fine, thank you."

I continued wiping away in silence before she offered up something of a truce.

"Actually I had a great weekend."

"Really?"

"Yes, I went to an eight year old's birthday party. My granddaughter's, up in Wilmont,"

"Archie was up in Wilmont, you know Archie, visiting his sister I think."

"I can't believe how she's grown."

"How many grandchildren do you have?"

"Too many!" she laughed. "It started to cost me a fortune in birthday presents so I just stopped buying them. I send them a small gift card at christmas and even that costs me. I was going to say an arm and a leg but maybe just an arm."

"Or a foot?"

She gave a small cackle and the room felt a little warmer. "Yes, Ive got nine grandchildren."

"Nine!? You don't look old enough to have any."

Her glance started as suspicion before settling for it as a compliment.

"Early starters. Anyway, Gypsy's the oldest, thats whose birthday it was. Don't you think Gypsy is a silly name to call a girl? I think so and I told my daughter as much and she said it was because her daughter had a wild and free spirit and I said, oh for goodness sake, how can you tell that from a three day old baby!"

"Yeah," I swapped the bench cloth for the mop, "Kids do get called some funny names these days."

"Gypsy," she humphed, "Wild and free spirit? When I think Gypsy I think of some old fortune teller at the circus."

"There is that." I said.

"And one with dirty fingernails!"

I paused and lent on the mop.

"I just had a mental image of your granddaughter in a headscarf and a brightly coloured dress twirling to, I dunno, some kind of piano accordion or something."

"Well not far off actually, they're all a bit new-agey if you ask me, into all that homeopathic stuff. You know what I call it when I'm there? Homo-pathetic. Gets them every time. How's that homo pathetic treatment working for ya?" She gave a snorting laugh not unlike Mrs Quinn's.

I hadn't encountered this Mrs Jackson before. Maybe, I thought, she just wants someone to chat with a little more. I guess if you bottle up all your thoughts, good, bad and indifferent they just end up in a stew. Mrs Jackson did seem to do a lot of stewing. Maybe she ought to visit her family more often. Maybe just get out more. I was just pleased we'd made a little progress.

I finished up at her unit and headed up the path. The sun was already strong enough to make me want to hug the shady side of the oaks and a chorus of cicadas rung out from somewhere up in the leaves.

Mrs P was right. It was going to be a hot day.