I was recently flooded out. I live near a river but there are some quite respectable levees at the bend in the river and I'd never had a problem, even when the river was in flood. The problem this time came about because the council decided to strength the levees. The river was rising and the levees were holding, but the council fretted. What would happen if a levee gave way or was topped and there was a flood? Who'd be blamed? The council, that's who, so they decided to ramp up the levees a little. The extra bolstering wouldn't hurt and if something did go wrong the council could point and say, "Look. We were working on it."
So they had these bulldozers and graders out there, working at ramping up the levees. Knock-off time rolled around and the workmen departed, leaving the bulldozers and graders in place. Why not? It's not as though someone was going to go for a joyride in a bulldozer.
Cue in the cynical laughter. It was Friday night and some of the good old boys had been having a few friendly drinks at the pub. Driving home they had to pass the levee and apparently an argument broke out about how hard or otherwise it was to drive a 'dozer. They decided that the easiest way to resolve the argument was to have a go.
From what I can determine they managed to get a bulldozer started and then idiot one put it into drive. He wanted reverse but found himself charging up the levee towards the river. While he frantically tried to find either reverse or the brakes, idiot two got into action. Drop the blade and it will dig into the dirt and slow them down, giving them time to halt.
It doesn't work that way. You drop the blade so the 'dozer can gather up the dirt and shove it along in front of itself. When the blade dropped the 'dozer followed its instincts and happily gathered up the dirt in front of it.
The good old boys gouged a scrape one blade wide and one foot deep right off the top of the levee. Unfortunately, the river was six inches below the top of the levee. That was probably as high as it was going to go, but you can see why the council was nervous. With the gouge provided by the good old boys the river was now six inches higher than the levee at that point. The water eagerly poured through.
If they had known what they were doing the idiots could probably have stopped the leak. Instead they just froze, watching the river flood around and past them, quite happily washing out more of the levee as it went. They were still there when the emergency services showed up and started repairing the damage.
No real problems. With the construction equipment already on site the emergency services boys were able to staunch the flow quite quickly. This didn't stop half a dozen house being flooded to a depth of several feet, mine included.
So I was going to be homeless for a while, waiting for repairers and insurance companies to get their act together. I relocated to a boarding house that was reasonable close by.
I booked into the boarding house for a couple of weeks. It was the off season so I was the only guest there. The official proprietor was Bill, a man around about thirty. I say official as he shot through to work quite early each morning, leaving the actual running of the place to Karen, his wife. Karen was an attractive young brunette in her early twenties. Assisting Karen was Ida, her younger sister. Ida was about twenty, I guess. She did have full time employment but helped out in the evenings and weekend. I gather that this was in exchange for board and lodgings.
Ida was every bit as attractive as Karen and I started casually flirting with her almost from the moment I walked into the place. This flirting, I might add, was not one-sided, as Ida was just as happy to flirt with me. Neither of us was serious in a long term manner, but we might get a little closer in the short term.
After I'd been there a week I was quite content with life. Repairs at my place were proceeding apace, the insurance company had shovelled out the shekels willingly enough, my work was going well, and as far as I was concerned all was well.
When I got up Saturday morning I spotted Bill heading out, Karen in the passenger seat next to him. This left me alone in the house with Ida and I decided I might just push my luck a little. The worst that could happen would be that she'd say no. No. Come to think of it the worst would be she could slap my face and say no, but I didn't really expect that to happen. As for her saying yes, a fifty/fifty proposition, but not trying would be an automatic fail.
I drifted down to the kitchen, figuring on getting some breakfast. As Karen was out it was a case of get it myself, unless Ida was in the kitchen and willing to cook something. Entering the kitchen I had a pleasant surprise.
Ida was there before me and when I came in she was leaning over the table doing something. It had been a hot night and it seemed that Ida had dressed accordingly, wearing baby-doll pyjamas, which she was still wearing. The top was a very loose top and there was a decided gap between the end of the top and the start of the shorts. A gap just begging to be taken advantage of.
I stepped up behind her, sliding my hands around her waist and then up under her top, my hands being magnetically drawn to a fine pair of breasts. Not that I'd actually seen them, apart from in my imagination, but when my hands closed over them I knew just how wonderful they were.
Ida gave a startled squeak and clapped her hands over mine, the difference being mine were under her top.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"Treasuring these," I said amiably, giving her breasts a couple of gentle squeezes as I did so.
"Well stop it. Shift your hands."
"OK," I said, quite agreeable to this. My hands reluctantly dragged themselves away from her breasts sliding down past her waist and under those baby-doll shorts, continuing until they slid either side of her mons and down that little extra. I wasn't actively groping her mound but my hands were pressing against it from either side.
"Do you mind?" came an indignant gasp. "Just what do you think you're playing at?"
"Well, Ida," I said calmly, my hands travelling up to capture her breasts again, "what I was thinking of doing was removing these excuses for pyjamas from your delectable body. Then I was going to touch and taste for a while, finishing up by making love to you until you collapse from exhaustion. Or I do. Either way will be satisfactory."
"You're mad. I also told you to shift your hands from there."
I shrugged and once more my hands made their way downstairs. This time, instead of sliding under the baby-doll shorts I collected them as I came, pushing them down over her round little bottom. After that they sort of continued their journey to the floor of their own accord. My hands were too busy touching interesting things to try and hold them in place.
