The
village of Oakvale-On-Roe is in the north of the relatively small English
county of Downshire, situated between the old market Town of Nettlebridge, and
their more affluent neighbour, Roespring.
It
was in the kitchen of a large, detached house in Church Lane where 40-year-old
Adam Power was making himself a sandwich, then in response to a knock on his
front door he grabbed his stick and hobbled down hall to open it.
As
the door swung open the late spring sunshine spilled into the hall and he got
his first look at the person who had disturbed his lunch preparation.
From
his vantage point on the threshold, he looked down and saw a broad brimmed
straw hat, with what he assumed was a woman beneath it, judging by the folds of
floral material rippling in the breeze.
“I
was wondering if you needed any gardening doing, or odd jobs, whatever you
need” a quiet feminine voice said, but she said it in a monotone run on
sentence.
“Ok
let’s try that again more slowly, with punctuation” he said and the front of
the straw hat slowly rose and a pale face, framed with red hair appeared.
“I
was wondering if you needed any gardening doing, or odd jobs, whatever you
need” the girl repeated as instructed but her eyes never left the ground
“Are
you Liams cousin?” Adam asked
“No,
I don’t have a cousin” she replied and raised her eyes for the first time
“Oh,
I’m sorry, Liam cleans my car and said his cousin was looking for some
gardening work, I just assumed you were she, but I guess it’s just a
coincidence” he said
“Well,
I don’t have any cousins, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles or grandparents,
just me and my mum”, She explained and began to walk away
“Well
thanks anyway”
“Where
are you going?” he asked and she stopped and turned around
“I
didn’t think you needed me” she replied timidly “What about the cousin?”
“She’s
not here, and you are” he said and as he brandished his stick he added “And I
need someone now, so come through and tell me if you’re interested in the job”
“Really?”
she exclaimed and was beaming as she followed him
“You
might not be smiling when you see it, the garden is a real mess”
He
said as he stepped gingerly through the French doors onto the patio
“Oh
Gosh!” she exclaimed
“I
did say it was a mess; there’s a lot of work there” He said “If you decide not
to take the job on, I won’t think any less of you”
“Oh
no, I want to do it, but…” she responded
“Ah
there’s a but,” he said sardonically
“I’m
a carer for my mum” she explained
“She
has MS so I can only work a couple of hours at a time and as I’m her carer I
can only work in between…. caring”
“That’s
not a problem, it will take as long as it takes and if you can’t work every day
then that’s ok too” he said “it’s been more than two years since I’ve been out
there, and I wasn’t much of a gardener even then”
He
manoeuvred himself into a chair and sat down
“Pull
up a chair” he said and the floppy hat wearing red head did as requested
“Introductions
are in order I think, I’m Adam, Adam Power”
“Lorna
Budd” she responded and offered her hand and as he took it and he made an
appraisal of the girl.
Lorna
was about 5’4 or 5 slim but shapely, long red curly hair, stunning blue eyes
but her face was on the attractive side, except when she smiled.
Estimating
the age of women was difficult for him so he guessed she was somewhere between
18 and 25, when she was on his doorstep speaking to her feet, he would have
pegged her nearer 18 but when he showed her the task in hand, she showed more
maturity, so nearer 25.
“So,
Lorna what are you going to charge me?”
“Oh,
I don’t know I hadn’t thought that far ahead” she replied uncertainly
“Well
would you like an hourly rate or a flat fee?”
“Oh
Gosh, I don’t know” she replied “I’m not very good at this I’m afraid”
“Well
how about you make a start, and we’ll talk again at the end of the week, he
said “Does that work for you”
“Yes,
yes” she squealed
“Good
I’ll put the kettle on”
“I’ll
do it” Lorna said eagerly
While
the kettle was boiling, he took her into the garage so she could see what tools
he had.
“My
goodness!” she exclaimed when she saw the array of tools hanging on the walls.
Then
when they were satisfied, they had everything required they repaired to the
kitchen and when they were seated at the kitchen table with mugs of tea in
front of them Lorna said timidly
“There
are a lot of saws and axes,”
“Yes,
there are one or two” he agreed
“Are
you an axe murderer?” she asked and laughed
“No,
you’re quite safe, I’m a Tree Surgeon, my brother and I have our own tree
surgery business, Power Brothers, although I'm little help to him at the
moment, and won’t be for a while more I suspect”
“Is
that how you hurt your leg?” she asked
“I
wish it was”
“Oh?”
“The
truth if far more embarrassing” he admitted
“Really?”
“Yes,
I was putting the Christmas decorations away in the loft” he explained
“And?”
“My
foot slipped and went between the rungs and I broke it in multiple places” he said and winced “I spent months in
hospital, numerous operations and now two years later all I can do is physio to
build up the muscles, I had a session today which is why it hurts so bad, but
it is getting better, although I doubt I’ll ever get back up a tree”
“That’s
really awful” she said sympathetically, “But why is it embarrassing?”
“Well,
I’ve spent 20 years climbing 40- and 50-foot trees and I manage to fall off an
8-foot ladder”
“Oh
gosh I see what you mean” she said and giggled
She
finished her tea and looked at her watch
“I’m
sorry I have to go and see to mum”
“Of
course, off you go, it was nice to meet you”
“Yes,
and you” she responded
“I
will see you tomorrow”
“Ok
just let yourself in through the side gate” he called
Lorna’s
mother had MS and she’d been caring for her since she was 12 years old and as a
result, even though she had 4 A Levels, a university education was not an
option for her although her mother wanted her to go, but such was her sense of
duty Lorna would not hear of it.
Her
caring duties also curtailed school friendships as she could never attend the
cinema, parties or festivals so she stopped being asked and it was a similar
story with relationships, boys were attracted to her but she always put her
mother first, and that was the reason she was still a virgin at the age of 23,
but she had no regrets.
Lorna
was back at Adam Power’s house just after 9 o’clock on Tuesday morning and had
made a good start by the time Adam appeared at the back door with two mugs of
tea
“Good
morning” he said more cheerily than he felt
“Morning”
she called back and walked towards him when she saw the tea
“I’m
sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived” he said “The leg kept me awake”
“I’m
sorry to hear that” she said as she took the tea “have you got pain relief”
“I
have but I only take it when I absolutely need it” he replied and sat down on a
patio chair
“Well,
it sounds like you needed it last night” she pointed out
“That’s
what my father said”
“Very
wise, is he a tree surgeon as well?” she asked
“Oh
no, my mum and dad are both doctors, and they were GPs in the village, they are
retired now and live Spain, they check up on me regularly”
“I
remember Dr Power, she diagnosed my mum MS, I liked her very much”
Lorna
said
“She
wouldn’t be best pleased with me if she could see the garden, it was her pride
and joy, especially the roses” he said
“Did
your parents live here then?” she asked
“Yes,
it was our family home, and when my parents retired, they left the house to my
brother and I” Adam explained
“Does
he still live here?”
“No,
I love my brother very much and he I, but…” he began
“But?”
“We
love each other more when we don’t live under the same roof” he explained
“So,
as I love living in Oakvale, and I love this house, and as he has no particular
feeling about either I bought him out and he lives in Roespring with his wife
and children”
Adam
put his mug down on the table he moved his leg and winced in pain
“Why
don’t you try massage?” Lorna suggested “Mum has one that comes to the house,
she’s very good, I can give you her number if you like”
“Yes
please, that would be great”
She
got it up on her phone and showed it to him and he typed it in his own,
“Thank
you, I suppose we should exchange numbers, don’t you think?” he suggested
“Yes,
I do” she replied and took his phone and typed in her number and then sent
herself a text message “Done”
“Great,
now I should let you get on” he said and shakily got to his feet “I have a call
to make”
It
wasn’t the last chat they had sitting on the patio drinking tea in fact it
happened several times a day, they both enjoyed the company, but despite that
Lorna made good progress by Friday afternoon when they sat down to discuss
payment.
Adam
was in good spirits because he’d had his second leg massage of the week and was
feeling the benefit and he’d booked more to follow his next three physio
sessions.
As
he put the drinks down on the table he heard her sigh.
“What’s
the matter?”
“I
still don’t know what to charge”
“Well,
I’ve given it some thought” he said “I don’t think a fixed price will work
because you don’t know how long the job will take, you don’t even know how long
the garden is yet”
Lorna
laughed at his joke, but her frown soon returned
“So,
what should I say then?”
“Well,
I’ve done some research on the typical hourly rate for a gardener in the UK” he
said “And there isn’t one, they range between £14 to £45 per hour
depending on experience, location, and the type of work”
“Oh
Gosh what does that mean?” she said in despair
“Well,
I suggest and hourly rate of £25 while you’re clearing the jungle”
“No
that’s too much” she protested
“And
£20 when you’re maintaining it” he added
“You
want me to stay on as your gardener?”
The
thing Lorna was worried about was not seeing him, drinking tea and chatting
once the job was done.
“Only
if you are agreeable” he said
“Definitely”
she exclaimed “Thank you”
“So,
in that case here is this week’s money” he said and handed her an envelope of
cash
“Oh
Gosh” she exclaimed
“I’ll
do it straight into your account going forward” he said and smiled
Although
he couldn’t climb trees or do the manual stuff, he still worked for the
business, writing reports, placing orders, quoting for jobs and some accounts
work.
He
had a good view of the garden when he was sat at his desk in his study which he
had found quite depressing when it was a jungle, but now since Lorna had got to
grips with it, it was a much more pleasant view, especially when she was
busying about, but she was a terrible distraction particularly when she was
bending and stretching, which was actually terribly delicious.
By
the end of June Lorna had reached the end of the garden and was using the
woodchipper to deal with the huge pile of shrubbery, it was a bit boring, but
it was all part of the job.
As
she was walking along Church Lane it started to rain so she ran the rest of the
way and when she got through the kitchen door, she tripped over her own feet
and went sprawling and had Adam no been there, she would have hurt herself.
However
Adam reaches out and caught her, but his handholds were problematic, his right
hand was on her breast, and his left gripped her buttock, that in itself was
less of a problem, it was the fact that her gave both of them a squeeze and his
grasp lingered too long to be decent.
“I’m
so sorry” he said as he manhandled her to her feet “that was unforgiv…”
Before
he could complete his apology, she had thrown her arms around his neck and
kissed him vigorously.
When the long languorous kiss came to an end she
suddenly stepped backwards and he could see that, like many times over the few
months since he had known her, she was wearing knee length denim dungarees,
pale blue with a fine white vertical pinstripe, over a short sleeved t-shirt,
on that day it was a lavender one.
Her
dungarees had two buttons on either side of the waistband and when they gaped,
he was often able catch a glimpse of her underwear, but that day he hadn’t at
that point had an opportunity to look.
Lorna kicked off her shoes and
then she surprised him by unbuttoning the side buttons and slipping the braces
of her dungarees off her shoulders, so they fell quickly to the ground where
they settled around her ankles before she kicked them away.
Then she stood motionless, proud and confident
in front of him as he appraised her in her purple knickers, but suddenly she
lost her nerve under his lustful gaze and ran back into his arms.
Adam
kissed the top of her head and led her by the hand all the way upstairs and
into his bedroom.
She
quickly crossed to the other side of the room and drew the curtains before
walking to the bed where she stood with her back to him, removed her T-shirt
and bra which she discarded and quickly scrambled under the covers.
Under
the duvet Lorna removed her knickers and dropped them on the floor, followed by
her socks, and then her eyes peered at him over the top of the duvet as he did
the same and then as he slipped under the duvet, she cuddled up close to him.
“I’ve
never done this before” she said
“What
do you mean?”
“I’ve
never done “this” before” she said quietly “I’ve never done “it””
“That’s
perfect” he responded and kissed her lips softly.
As
the kiss continued it grew in intensity and as their tongues entwined, his
hand, which had been on her hip, slid down and fondled her plump buttock and
explored her curves for the first time.
While
his hand was occupied with her bum Lorna’s hand went straight to his cock and a
minute or two later, he rolled her gently onto her back and they stopped
kissing and he looked down on her in the half light and admired her cute body.
Her
breasts were beautiful and surmounted by rose pink nipples, which seemed to
invite him to suck on them, so he did, but gently, and Lorna emitted a soft
melodic murmur of approval, so he sucked it some more.
Reluctantly
he left her erect swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her serene
face as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly ginger bush
and as he toyed with her curls she murmured softly and as his hand came to rest
on her mound she held her breath in anticipation of its progress.
Adam
continued watching her lying there with her eyes shut and her tongue
periodically moistening her lips and after a few moments his finger parted her
labia, and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy sauce.
He
looked down again and she was biting her lip, and her murmurs had become soft
moans of pleasure in response to his diligent fingering of her creamy pussy and
Lorna was beginning to become more vociferous in response to his attention.
He
didn’t know it at the time, but she was on the brink of climax, and she was
frantic tugging on his cock and then his fingers brought her to a face
contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.
Adam
looked at her as her face was still contorted with ecstasy and then she opened
her eyes, looked up at him and smiled, so he leant down and kissed her and as
their tongues explored each other’s mouths, he caressed her breast and he
prepared to mount her gorgeous body.
As
Adam carefully positioned himself between her milky white thighs, he stopped
kissing her and was looking into her eyes as he entered her.
Lorna
sighed at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her
head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth as he continued
caressing her beautiful breast as he withdrew and entered again and again.
Lorna
began to writhe a little beneath him and lick her lips as he entered again and
he had to work so hard to control the urge to up the tempo, and suppressed his
animal urges, he wanted her first time to be a tender affair, longer in
duration and more sensual.
She
squirmed beneath him as she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between
being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm and she
looked up at him as she softly moaned and writhed beneath him and then she came
with a deliciously sweet utterance that spurred Adam on to his own climax and
she cried out
“Oh
Gosh” and he kissed her hot panting mouth.
“That
was wonderful,” she panted.
He
kissed her again, and as he withdrew, she let out a rather smug self-satisfied
sigh and when he climbed off her she cuddled up to him and they lay entwined
beneath the duvet in the afterglow feeling very pleased with themselves.
