David really couldn't believe what had happened since he had moved to his new home. Women seemed to be throwing themselves at him! If he had been a younger man perhaps he wouldn't be so surprised but now, at his age?
He most certainly wasn't complaining. The whole village tradition thing intrigued him and he wondered just what else the village had to offer. Or perhaps that should be who else the village had to offer!
However he was somewhat concerned over his encounter with Lucy Black. Her reaction when she suddenly realised that she had been unfaithful was bothering him. Although he couldn't really see that it was his fault, he worried about the possible consequences.
The last thing he wanted to do is cause any trouble in the village so he hoped that Lucy's indiscretion remained a secret The problem was of course that there had been two witnesses and not knowing enough about the two young girls in question David didn't know whether they could be trusted.
The thought of being anyway involved in a possible marital problem didn't sit well with him so David decided he must be more careful if ever a similar situation was to present itself in the future.
Of course Mrs Witherington-Smythe was also a married woman but he had no such concerns over her. It was a very different situation. For one thing she never expressed any guilt like Lucy had and from what David had learnt about the woman he knew there wouldn't be a problem.
Suddenly David was awoken from his reverie by a shout. It was Jasmine calling from the back door. He was in the garden working on his shed and must have been on auto-pilot whilst his mind wandered away.
"Morning," Jasmine called.
"Oh, yes morning Jasmine, sorry I was miles away," David answered giving her a wave.
She waved back and disappeared inside the house. David was happy to leave the girl to do her chores and he continued with his shed...
It must have been nearly an hour later when David decided he needed a drink. It was a very hot day and although he tended to keep himself covered to protect himself from the damaging sun rays today he'd made an exception and had removed his shirt.
Walking into the kitchen he immediately heard a shout from Jasmine, "David...Oh at last, please help, I'm in the bathroom."
Wondering what was wrong David rushed to the bathroom and found Jasmine flat on her back on the floor, "Are you okay?" he asked with concern.
"I can't move, it's my back," Jasmine said fighting back the tears.
David kneeled down beside her and tried to calm the girl, "Try not to worry, we'll get you sorted. What happened, how did you end up here?"
"It's my own stupid fault. I washed the floor earlier and not long after I'd done it came back for a pee. Don't know how I managed it but when I'd finished I turned round to flush and ended up on my back. God I hope I haven't done anything serious, it hurts like hell," Jasmine explained.
"These things are often not as bad as they first appear, can you move at all?" David asked.
"The slightest movement is agony," Jasmine said and her eyes began to fill up with tears again.
"Just try to relax, how about if I pick you up?" David suggested.
"I wouldn't want you doing yourself a mischief, I mean I know I'm not huge but I'm still a bit of a lump," she said.
"Let me worry about that, you just relax," David replied.
Jasmine was laying completely flat with her legs stretched out and her arms down by her sides. She was dressed in her usual clobber, denim shorts and a plain white t-shirt which had ridden up a little to expose her midriff.
David noticed that she wasn't wearing her usual trainers. There was a pink flip flop on her left foot but looking around he saw the other was across the floor. No doubt it had slipped off when she fell and more than likely caused her fall.
He folded her arms so her hands laid on her chest, "Now I'm just going to slip my hand under your neck so I can lift you enough to get my arm under your back okay," David said.
"Okay," Jasmine answered rather nervously.
Sliding his left arm under her back and his right under her knees David carefully lifted her off of the floor. Jasmine was amazed at the strength of the man and he was so gentle she barely felt a twinge of pain. Effortlessly he stood up, "There, hows that?" he said looking down at her.
"Oh thank you, I thought I was never gonna get off that floor," Jasmine replied looking up at her hero.
"How long had you been there before I found you?" he asked.
"Must of been ten minutes or more although it seemed a lot longer. I was calling you for ages but obviously you couldn't hear," she answered.
"So sorry Jasmine, afraid my hearing isn't as good as it used to be," David apologised.
"Don't be silly it was my own stupid fault," Jasmine said.
"Anyway lets get you to the," David was interrupted by a woman's voice and immediately recognised it as Mrs Witherington-Smythe's.
"Hello!" she called.
"Oh it's Dorian, I completely forgot. When I couldn't make you hear, in my panic I called her," Jasmine explained.
"We're through here," Jasmine called out.
David was carefully navigating his way to the bedroom so as not to cause any more damage to his patient when Mrs Witherington-Smythe found them.
"Ah there you are, sorry Mr Little the back door was open and when I couldn't see you anywhere I came straight in," she said.
"That's quite alright. I'm just moving Jasmine to lay her on the bed," David explained.
"Yes yes of course," the posh woman said.
Slowly David made his way to the left side of the bed and carefully laid Jasmine down.
"Where does it hurt dear?" Dorian asked seeing the poor girl grimace.
"It's the bottom of my back," Jasmine replied.
"I am sure one could help if one would allow, after all one knows one is proficient in giving a relaxing massage. We just need to turn you over," Dorian said.
Once David had worked out what the woman had said he found himself intrigued to know more about these two women's relationship. With help Jasmine managed to roll over onto her front.
"Oh dear, those wet shorts will have to come off oh, and your shirt is wet too. Let's see if we can loosen you up a little and then we'll get those wet clothes off," Dorian said.
"It's the reason I fell, the bathroom floor was still wet," Jasmine said, she didn't want Dorian thinking she'd peed herself.
David was glad that Dorian was here and had taken control of the situation. Although he could empathise with Jasmine, he'd had problems with his own back over the years, he wouldn't have known what to do for the girl apart from making her comfortable.
He watched as the older woman massaged Jasmine's lower back. She had moved around to the side of the bed where he stood to reach her patient and was close enough for him to smell her subtle and no doubt expensive perfume.
She was dressed in her usual attire, plaid greyish brown skirt and white blouse. Her pearl necklace hung from her neck and swayed around as she leaned over the bed. She looked her usual immaculate self albeit a little sweaty from the heat of the day.
David felt a bit like a spare part just standing there and considered leaving them to it but became mesmerised as he watched Dorian's perfectly manicured hands, with the fingernails painted in a pale pink, slide over Jasmine's unblemished tanned skin.
His interest intensified when he noticed Dorian's left hand begin to wander away from the small of Jasmine's back and creep up under the girls wet t-shirt while the fingertips of her right hand slid under the waist band of her denim shorts.
"How's that dear?" Dorian asked while continuing to massage.
"That's feeling a lot better than what it was," Jasmine replied, the relief obvious in her voice.
"Good good, now perhaps we can remove these wet clothes now one has loosened up a little. Perhaps you could help Mr Little!" Dorian suggested.
"Yes of course," David agreed.
He did wonder whether there was any real necessity to remove the wet clothing. After all it wasn't as though Jasmine would be suffering with cold, the weather being as it was but nevertheless helped Dorian carefully remove the wet t-shirt and shorts.
"Yes as one suspected, these will have to come off as well," Dorian said when she saw Jasmine's wet pink cotton knickers.
With even greater interest David watched Dorian gently pull Jasmine's panties down the girls legs, over her feet and then drop them to the floor.
