The Long Weekend. Pt 1
It had been a very productive summer, the warehouse was completed, my calls to the apartment buildings had become quite frequent, Carol and Anna kept finding little issues that needed taking care of and my regular client base was expanding along with my bank balance. Adding to that, I was also in the process of purchasing two more properties, I was exhausted and felt a little break was needed. Emma came up with a solution, she owned a little holiday cottage (She took ownership of it as part of her divorce deal) just down the coast. It was in need of a little TLC, she suggested that I, go there on the Thursday, relax for a few days, she would join me on Sunday, we could go through what was needed to be done, have some fun together before coming home on Monday. I jumped at the chance.
Even though it was the first week of September, the summer sun was still shining down on us, the little village was still pretty lively, but the good thing being, that as school had returned after the summer holidays, most of the visitors were older. After unpacking, I began to explore the quaint seaside village, it had become very popular in the Victorian age and retained the old world charm, quaint little shops, tea rooms and so many pubs and bars, offering food from all around the world. When you breathed in, your senses exploded with the smell of sea air and fish and chips. I found this nice little pub with a large beer garden and settled down with the first of pint of many, hoping to relax. I was deep in thought, contemplating how far I had come and how much further I could go when a voice calling my name brought me back to the here and now. Looking up I was shocked to see Veronica, my ex-girlfriends mother striding towards me.
"Shaun, what a surprise, I never thought I would see you again, let alone down here." She said.
I explained that I was down here for a few days on a sort of working holiday and put the same question to her.
"It's a long story, sorry I haven't the time to tell you right now, but if you have nothing planned, how about we meet here tonight, around 7 and I will tell you everything."
I readily agreed, you see I had this thing about her, call it a crush, but she used to make me so hard whenever she was around.
7pm came and went and there was no sign of her, at 7:45 I had given up hope, thinking she had changed her mind, when I saw her enter the garden. I had an instant erection, she looked stunning, the dress she wore, hugged her curves to perfection, her breasts, held high, looked full and round, a narrow waist, womanly hips and her arse, oh what an arse. Not too big, not too small, perfectly formed. But even these features could not match her legs, long, toned and clad in nylon, they took my breath away.
She apologised for being late, explaining that a customer had turned up just as she was about to close the shop and as this woman was a regular and spent a lot of money with her, she felt obliged to cater to her needs.
I told her I understood and that she was well worth the wait. She gave me a quizzical look.
"You remembered." She said taking a sip of her drink.
I was no hard to, not many people I know drink JD and pineapple juice.
We had a little catch up before the topic of her being here came about.
It turns out she had divorced her husband after she found out he was screwing a girl the same age as their daughter, not only that but was paying for a flat for her. When everything was settled, she sold her old shop, moved down here and opened a new one here.
"Fuck, he must have shit in his eyes." I told her.
She got my meaning and thanked me.
"No need for thanks, I'm being honest, you're gorgeous. You have a figure to die for and your stockinged legs are a dream to look at."
"Say that again." She responded.
"What?" I asked.
"You said stockings, not tights or nylons, you specifically said stockings. How do you know I wear them?"
A simple slip of the tongue and I was in trouble, there was nowhere to hide, so I told her the truth.
"One day when I was at your house, you reached into a cupboard, I don't think you realised that your skirt had risen up high enough for me to get a glimpse of your suspenders. After that I would try and get a sneaky peak at what you were wearing."
"Phew, that's quite an admission, to think I had no idea you were perving up my skirt, I think I need another drink."
I watched her hips sway side to side as she made her way to the bar. She returned carrying a full tray.
"It will save us going back and forth."
Instead of sitting opposite as she did before leaving, she sat beside me, her leg in close contact with mine.
"I don't always wear suspenders." She said.
"I know that to." Was my response.
"What? How? Really? She quizzed me.
"I remember it well, I was sitting on your sofa, you came in from work, plonked yourself down on the chair opposite, reached down to take off your shoes and when you bent over to rub your aching foot, you exposed your stocking top. The top seemed a lot thicker than the rest and there was a lack of suspenders."
"They are called hold ups, seems I better be more discrete around you." She laughed.
We talked about me, she was impressed how well I was doing, I failed to mention that most of my success was due to my sexual prowess. With empty glasses and darkness falling, she asked,
"Another round before we go home?"
I stood ready to go get them, when she stopped me,
"I need the loo, so I'll get them, you can pay me back later."
She had a wicked grin on her face upon her return, not only was there another few rounds on the tray but her demeanour had changed as well.
"Let's play a game." She said
Not knowing what she had in mind, I agreed.
In a slightly slurred voice, she asked,
