The Blue Flowers of Trouble and Desire
by Emjay Zielony
Part Six
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. If you are enjoying the story the full version is available in paperback on Amazon. Meanwhile I will endeavour to publish one part per week. Please enjoy.
Edna Quinn was doing her morning exercises in front of a breakfast fitness programme on her television, diligently following the on-screen instructor in a Simon, or in this case, a Susan says manner.
"Hands up! Step to the right! Hands down and now left!"
Edna's outfit matched that of the tanned, lithe young woman on the TV except Edna's lycra pants were a size too small and her garish pink top possibly two. As she stepped left and went down in a squat that didn't go anywhere as low as the instructor's I thought she ought to come with a warning: 'Beware of moving parts'. She even had the same sweatband on her head but it was pretty much for show as there wasn't one bead of sweat on Edna's brow.
"Thank God you're here," she puffed, "I'd pretty much done my dash." Edna looked back down to where the instructor was now doing full squats almost touching the floor. "And I'm certainly not doing that! I'd split in half!" She looked back up at me. "And that'd take some cleaning up now wouldn't it!" She gave a hearty chortle while I shuddered slightly at the thought. The prudent thing to do was to get stuck into the cleaning before my imagination got away on me.
"Right." Edna announced. "Seeing as I'm dressed for it I'll get out of your way. Brisk walk around the grounds, that's what I need." With that she strode out her back door in a solid march which quickly settled back into an amble once she got to the small incline up the path. I grabbed her remote and hit the mute button.
Mrs Rutherford was engulfed in a medical emergency unfolding on her screen. "Nurse!! Five milligrams of Myolprozin!! But Dr Benson..! I said now!! But Dr Benson we're losing him! God dammit!!"
While Mrs Rutherford remained absorbed in drama my own thoughts moved to anticipation and I already had the start of an erection. I looked down to see if it was becoming obvious. It certainly felt obvious. Billowing my pants out to make them looser didn't really work so I hurriedly finished the kitchen and set to in the bathroom trying to push my erotic thoughts away. That didn't really work either. I did, however, realise I could make a subtle exit. I walked back past her with the bathroom rubbish bag held strategically in front of me. I needn't have bothered as she didn't even glance my way. Once I'd dumped it in the cart I went back into the lounge and stood a few feet behind her chair.
"Mrs Rutherford?"
She stopped me short by holding up the bony hand that pincered her cigarette. The medical team had lost the patient. Only once the doctor had looked at a clock and noted the time of death did I feel it was safe to continue. "Your carpet's looking pretty good today so if you like I'll do it tomorrow?"
"Oooh he's in trouble." she said, "He prescribed the wrong medicine and he knows it!."
I took that as a 'Yes that'll be fine.'
My heart was starting to race as I parked the cart outside number 3 and stood on the footbrake. I wiped my hands on my tunic and stepped to the door. I knocked lightly, turned the handle and let myself in. At that moment she came through her bedroom door.
"Oh, hello dear." She was wearing her full length white dressing gown and was finishing off drying her hair with a small hand towel. "Thats good timing," she said "I've just literally stepped out of the shower." She laid the small towel over the back of a dining chair and turned to me.
"Well?"
"Well?" I replied.
She looks at me looking at her as she starts to slowly peel back the dressing gown. She first reveals her milk white tummy. Then she lets it part slowly over her breasts brushing past her nipples. I look down over the soft roll under her navel and gaze into the tuft as she allows the gown to make its way over her shoulders and slip silently to the floor. My eyes feast on her slender nakedness. My cock pushes hard against my pants. I don't mind now. I am proud of it. I want her to see it. To see it aching with lust, longing to be deep inside her. She steps forward, reaches out and squeezes it firmly. I realise this is the first time she's physically touching me there. It's all I can do not to explode right there and then. She lets it go and turns to the bedroom. I follow her glide mesmerised by the lightly dimpled cheeks of her arse. The curtains are closed and the amber light from the bedside lamp is glowing soft and warm. Two crimson towels are laid out on the bed and the body lotion is waiting patiently on the table. As she lies down face first with I move to the lotion. My cock is still raging hard in my pants.
"Wouldn't you be more comfortable?" she offers.
"I would," And I slide my pants and boxers off in one smooth movement so my penis springs out to attention just inches above her face. I stand there and let her study it. She looks at the head and the a small glisten in the slit, looks along the shaft at my sac tightening in anticipation. With a small smile that says 'yes, that'll do nicely' she turns her face to the pillow. I take that as my cue. Sitting on the edge of her bed I pump a liberal amount of lotion into my hands and start to massage it across the top of her shoulders. I let my fingers smooth it into the fine wrinkles on the side of her neck. My god I never thought wrinkles could be so sexy. With my thumbs I gently work up the back of her neck and down to her shoulders. With another dollop of lotion I start massaging a little more firmly between her shoulder blades. Alice hums her satisfaction.
"OK?" I ask, "Not too hard? Not too soft?"
"Perfect."
As I work down into the small of her back I delight in her skin the colour of pearl. She hadn't spent her youth lying around in the sun. I take the lotion from the bedside table and squirt a small blob on each cheek of her plump ripe arse. I knead it softly. A slight circular motion offers a teasing glimpse. A desire to savour it. Taste the delicious decadence.
