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!"
