THE UNEXPECTED
By OdieK
Author Note: Another one pulled from the vault. This is a work of fiction only where all characters are over the age of eighteen.
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Chapter One
It was early afternoon when the Chevrolet pulled up in front of Cynthia's Hamilton's house.
"Thanks for the ride home John", Cynthia said, "It was impossible to finish the day with this darn migraine headache."
"No problem", John answered.
"I only thank God that Mr. Robertson was kind enough to let me go home early", she continued referring to her boss.
"Yah, you're lucky. He generally takes a pretty hard ass view when people ask to cut Friday short because they're not feeling too well", he said making quotation marks with his fingers when he said, "feeling too well!"
Cynthia did her best to smile through yet another wave of migraine pain that left her disoriented and extremely dizzy. She wished that her co-worker would refrain from swearing as much as he did though.
"You alright?" John asked concerned putting his hand lightly on her shoulder.
"Yes. Just give me a minute", she replied breathing deeply with her eyes closed as she leaned into the dashboard of the old car.
While John was sympathetic and waited patiently he took the moment to notice how her large breasts pushed at the loose sweater when she leaned forward. "What a piece of ass!" he thought lasciviously licking his lower lip trying to see if he could make out the outlines of her nipples....he couldn't.
John had been working in the mailroom at Capital insurance for almost a year after his father (the General Manager) had threatened to kick him out of the house unless he either got off the couch and got a job or got off the couch and continued his education. John had reluctantly chosen the former. He had just turned twenty.
John's transition into the workplace was anything but smooth. His father had intervened on his behalf a half dozen times when supervisors wanted to let him go. Complaints ranged from using company computers to download pornography to hiding in the women's washroom. John had argued that the women's washroom incident was a simple mistake claiming that the symbols on the washroom doors were not clear. The company had since removed the symbols and replaced them with "men" and "women".
Finally the pain dissipated and Cynthia sat upright once again. She was still breathing deeply. John watched as her full breasts rose and fell with each deep breath. He wondered if she breathed like that during sex and pictured her riding a long hard cock thrashing uncontrollably caught up in the passion.
"It was even nicer of him to agree to let you take me home", she said not realizing that Mr. Robertson looked for any opportunity to get John out of the office. Mr. Robertson was sick and tired of fielding complaints about John's behavior from the female employees - complaints he couldn't do anything about without causing considerable difficulty with employees aligned with John's father.
"Ah well", John started to say, "I'm only the mail boy and I don't have to start collecting office mail for another hour or so."
Cynthia gathered up her purse and reached for the door handle.
John got out of the car and raced around to the passenger side opening the door for her, taking her offered hand to help her out.
"Why thank you John, that's very gentlemanly of you", she smiled at him unaware of his transgressions towards women.
"You're very welcome", he replied. "Can I help you to the house?", he asked noting that she was a little unsteady on her feet.
"No thankyou John, I'll be just fine as soon as I can get my migraine medicine and lie down for an hour or two."
"I'm sure that your husband will be able to help you as soon as he gets home", John said.
"Unfortunately Mr. Hamilton is out of town on business and won't be returning until late next week", she innocently replied.
John felt his penis harden. A flurry of thoughts went through his mind. He had dreamed of Cynthia Hamilton ever since the day he first saw her at work. Beautiful! Brunette! Early thirties! Gorgeous ass and tits! Long slender legs! She had it all and had been the star attraction of John's frequent late-night dinner-for-ones.
"How could he use these circumstances to his benefit? Would he get to see her naked? Christ!!!" he thought as the bulge in his pants grew. "Think...think...think...", he badgered himself realizing that this opportunity may never come around again.
"John! John!" she said trying to get his attention.
"Oh I'm sorry Mrs. Hamilton...I was just thinking..."
"About what?", she asked innocently.
"Ummm...about your car. You did drive in this morning didn't you?", he asked.
"Yes I did. I almost forgot about it", she replied.
"If you want I can arrange to bring it back later", he said.
"No don't trouble yourself John. I'll call one of the girls this weekend and arrange to get a drive in on Monday. Thanks anyways."
"Are you sure? You wouldn't want to have it stolen now would you?", he continued looking for an excuse to return unsure what he would do with such an opportunity. Secretly he thought that all women had fantasies that were not all that different than his own and that it might just take the right time and place and perhaps a little encouragement to bring them out.
"Surely such a beautiful woman would have some exciting fantasies", he thought, "...and since her husband wouldn't be around for a number of days...", he continued to fantasize, "...then perhaps he could..."
"If someone wants to steal that broken down car then they're welcome to it", she grinned at her own cleverness.
"See you Monday", she said walking down the pathway to her home.
"Bye Mrs. Hamilton", he said angrily gritting his teeth as he watched the sumptuous swaying ass of his prize get away.
John hopped into the car and headed back to the office. "Gotta do something! Gotta do something...", he repeated to himself.
Cynthia unlocked the front door and stepped inside. She re-locked the door as was her habit and put her purse down.
Another wave of pain began to surface. She raced to the ground floor bathroom, threw open the medicine cabinet hoping that it contained a bottle of her precious migraine tablets.
"Thank God!" she said out loud reaching for the bottle. She quickly downed the maximum dosage but felt her knees buckle as the pain intensified.
"Dammit!", she screamed feeling the tears begin. She had wanted to lie down in her bed on the second floor of the modest house but knew that it was futile to attempt to climb the stairs in her condition.
She stumbled to the living room sofa, fell into it, closed her eyes and impatiently waited for the medicine to kick in. She was sound asleep within twenty minutes.
The angle of couch was such that anyone looking into the house through the living room window would be unable to see her.
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Billy and Jimmy sat drinking super-sized soft drinks and downing Big Mac's at the MacGreg's two blocks from the Hamilton's home.
"What time is it?", asked Jimmy anxiously.
"Almost two", answered Billy in exasperation looking at the stolen watch that he wore, "now that's the last time you hear", he spat, "You ask me that one more fuckin' time and I'm gonna kill ya!"
"Sorry Billy", Jimmy said lowering his head, "I'm just a little...you know...nervous... that's all..."
"Lookit dimwit, I told you that I've done this a hundred times. Relax it out will ya?", Billy said quietly afraid someone would overhear. "Besides even if we get caught we're still teenagers' man. First offense should be a fuckin' slap on the wrist...that's all...one slap."
"Yah I know. You done told me that already but it's my old man I'm worried bout", Jimmy said visibly shaking.
At eighteen years of age Jimmy was no stranger to his father's anger having no means of support and forced to live under his father's roof. Any little complaint about Jimmy, his only son, was enough to get the rampage underway. Add a shot or two of bourbon and it was pain town USA. Jimmy was prepared to live on the streets to avoid any more abuse. He never considered gainful employment.
"Lookit kid", began the older boy who was a year older, "I can't do anything bout your old man but we can make a score here today. Might even be enough that we can head out on our own...you know like desperados or some shit", Billy said, "then you don't have to worry bout your old man anymore."
Jimmy smiled imagining what it would be like not to live with the old man's wrath day in and day out. Living with Billy would be a huge step up after all he was Jimmy's hero.
Jimmy may have changed his mind had he known that Billy had one more strike to go before spending some serious time in jail. Billy had a long record of committing a wide array of crimes in his earlier years that had him spending the greater part of youth in federal detention. For the most part Billy's offences were non-violent and generally restricted to break and enter, vandalism and shaking down younger kids. He was destined to be a burden on society. Jimmy's life of crime was about to begin.
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Back at the office John was wheeling his mailcart through the second of the five floors that Capital insurance occupied picking up outgoing mail. Many of the secretaries saw him coming and pulled at their clothing to hide any excess cleavage or leg. Still he managed to catch a few unaware and helped himself to an eyeful of flesh. Looks of indignation and hatefulness followed him to no avail. He just didn't give a damm.
"Besides", he thought, "if they want to dress like that then it seems that they're asking for me to have a long hard look." He smirked as he went on his way. Two well-endowed long-legged secretaries were already on their way to the supervisor's office with a fresh round of complaints.
John pushed his mailcart into the vacant elevator. He couldn't get Cynthia Hamilton out of his mind ever since pulling away from her house and being teased by the tantalizing inviting sway of her luscious buttocks. On the slow elevator ride to the third floor John nodded his head as if coming to a decision. He would do it! He would go to her house later that evening with his new digital camera in tow hoping to get a few peeping tom type photos. He promised himself that it would be worth the effort. Little did he know how true that was to be.
The two teens rode past the Hamilton residence on stolen bikes.
"I thought you said it wasn't far", complained Jimmy.
"It ain't", replied Billy, "fact is we just passed it".
"What the fuck...", Jimmy began.
"Just want to make sure that no one's home", Billy started, "...and get rid of these here bikes. There's a dump site just round the corner. We'll ditch the bikes where no one can see," he said.
Billy had scouted the house a few days before. He had seen a man (probably the husband he had thought) get into a taxi with two large pieces of luggage. He figured that the husband was out of the picture for a few days at least and there was only the wife to worry about. He also knew that she worked somewhere downtown and never returned before 5:00. His watch read 2:45 - plenty of time he thought. There was no car in the driveway and no movement in the house. Billy was prepared to call the whole thing off if someone was at home. He had no intention of a confrontation.
The two boys ran through the woods that backed the row of houses until they spotted the Hamilton home.
"This is it", said Billy grabbing Jimmy by the arm, "let's go", he said.
The boys climbed the fence and landed in the backyard keeping low. Billy pulled a penknife from his back pocket as he reached the back of the house. He popped the screen from the window then pushed. The window rolled inward.
"Fuckin' idiots", he remarked about the failure to lock windows as he and Jimmy climbed through the window into the kitchen.
"Where to now?" whispered Jimmy.
"Let's start with the upstairs", replied Billy, "that's where most people keep their valuables for some fuckin' reason".
