This is the true story of how a good deed turned into one of the most scariest chapters of my life. Susan was a friend of a friend and via her, sort out my assistance in helping her son achieve his dream of becoming an engineer. Names and places have been changed but the events are all true.
ME.
My name is Shaun, I was 49 at time, had been divorced for nearly two years and had recently split from a woman I met via an internet dating site. It was an amiable parting of the ways, we both knew from the start of the relationship it was never going to be a long term partnership and when it ran it's course we parted as friends and occasional lovers.
SUSAN.
59 years old, a senior nurse in a care home, twice married. Her first husband was a Doctor from India, with whom she had two daughters. The marriage was turbulent and sometimes violent, thanks to his heavy drinking. Due to his lifestyle he suffered a fatal heart attack leaving Susan a wealthy woman. They had two properties in this country plus a further two and land in his homeland, all of which she inherited. Her second husband was 22 years younger than her and when she was 43 years old, persuaded her to have another child, on the day their son, George was born, he packed his bags and left, the only contact she had with him after that was via the divorce solicitors.
When this story begins, I was working as an apprentice master for a large German motor parts manufacturer, responsible for not only those based at my site but also at the other two factories they had in the UK. Because of this role, my friend asked if it was okay for Susan contacted me in regards to George, who had set his heart on becoming an engineer, but was struggling to understand the maths and physics he was required to pass to get on his chosen course. I agreed and exchanged a few e-mails with both Susan and George. What I loved about George was his enthusiasm, for someone so young, he already had a great understanding of the engineering basics but his academic qualities were way to limited. I came up with the idea of "Face Time Lessons". Twice a week, we would go online together, where I would give him one to one tutoring. He struggled at first, but once I found his learning trigger, his improvement was remarkable, where his grades were C's & D's he was now getting B's and A's. At the end of each session, Susan would come online to thank me and have a little chat and I noticed subtle changes in her appearance, a little more make up, changing hair styles, hints of cleavage, hemlines shorter.
There was one fly in the ointment as regards to George getting on his course, not did he only have to pass his exams but he had to demonstrate his manual skills as well, producing a working project. I could not help him with this over the net, I needed to be with him physically. I had a few long weekends off owing to me, so I suggested travelling down on a Thursday night, working with him over the weekend before returning home on the Monday. Luckily the village in which they live has a pub that does B&B, so I booked a room for four nights there, I decided not to drive there instead took a train, so I could relax and take in the scenery. Susan agreed to meet me at the station and take me the rest of the journey.
It was dark and damp when I arrived and the car park was empty, after about ten minutes a car pulled in and I could just make out Susan's face. When I got in, I could see she was still in her uniform, she had come straight from work.
"Sorry I'm late and thank you for this." She said.
"It's okay, I'm looking forward to meeting George and working with him." I replied
"Don't laugh or think me old fashioned, but I need to change, I don't feel comfortable going into a pub in my uniform."
I assumed we were going to go to her house in order for her to swap clothes, how wrong was I. She reached over to the back seat, retrieved a bag placing it on her lap. She unbuttoned her top, removed it, before tossing it behind her. A woman I met barely 2 minutes ago, was sitting beside me wearing a navy blue lacy bra that struggled to contain her huge tits. I didn't even try to hide the fact I was staring at them. She just laughed. It didn't end there, off came her trousers, her panties matched her bra. Slipping a dress on she said,
"Right let's go."
I booked in, dropped my stuff in the room before joining Susan in the bar.
"What's your room like?" She asked.
"It's okay, there's a single bed, a small TV and as there are no other guests, I have sole use of the shared bathroom." I answered.
She took a sip of her drink and leant in towards me whispering,
"You don't have to stay here, I think I have something you would like better."
We finished our drinks, had another, before she announced,
"Time for bed, I think."
I remained seated as she stood and made her way to the door,
"Are you coming or not?" She asked.
I duly followed and a short walk later, she turned into a driveway,
"Welcome to my house."
It was not what I expected, knowing that she was very well off, I thought she would have had something more extravagant, but this was a small cottage, quaint looking, but tiny. The front door opened onto a staircase leading to the next floor, on the left, a door opened into a compact living room off which, was the smallest kitchen I had ever seen. Upstairs was just the same, the bedrooms had been reduced in size to accommodate a bathroom. Where she had in mind for me to sleep was beyond me.
"House tour over, now follow me." She said.
We walked along a narrow passageway that led to the back door, flicking on a light switch and throwing the door open uttered,
"You've seen my house, now see my home."
To say I was gobsmacked at the sight before me would be an understatement, the huge garden was dominated by a L shaped, single storey building, modern looking and hidden from the outside by the woodland she owned. The inside was just as spectacular, the kitchen, dining and living room was all open plan, 3 large bedrooms, all en-suite and at the end of the passageway, a door had a sign on it saying,
"GEORGE'S DEN."
Leading he way in, she told me,
"You can stay here, if you want?"
I would be a fool to say no, this den had everything a young man could dream of, two leather sofas, one of which was a pull out bed, TV's, game consoles, a pool table and even though George had just turned 16, a fully stocked bar. Plus it contained a separate shower and toilet.
"Thanks, I would love to stay, but what about George, won't he mind me invading his domain?" I asked her.
"He's staying with his sister tonight and besides it was his idea, you use this room." She replied.