The morning after I
unwrapped the pretty nurse that Molly sent me I rose early, which could only
mean one thing, I had to split her strawberry whiskers again before breakfast.
When we eventually got
out of bed I went upstairs to ready Katy for the day while Freya showered
downstairs.
Then she pretended to
arrive through the front door at 8 o’clock, I don’t think Katy was fooled for a
moment but it made us feel better.
We repeated the
experience on two more occasions over the following week and then she never
came again, well not with me anyway.
The rest of the first
week of March passed in a comfortable routine in which, day by day saw Katy
spending almost imperceptibly more time sleeping. And weariness came over her
at great speed.
Nothing much else
happened though, I saw little of the village and my only contact with the world
was through the visitors who came to see Katy and skypes with Georgia.
The only significant
moment of the week was on Thursday when Olivier called around to see me.
“Any news about the
sisters?” I whispered to her in the kitchen.
“Yes” she replied “and
no”
“Ah” I responded
“I managed to track
down Marion and they’re flying into Heathrow on Saturday afternoon” she said
“Excellent” I said
thoughtfully
“You did mean for me
to get two tickets?” she asked doubtfully
“Of course” I said
“sorry for being so ambiguous”
Olivia paused for a
second relieved she hadn’t over stepped the parameters of her brief.
“Anne on the other
hand is proving to be a little more elusive, she and her husband are visiting
outlying villages and I haven’t been able to contact her yet,” she said with a
sigh before adding “she may not get here in time”
“All we can do is
pray,” I suggested
On Friday lunchtime I
left Katy in the very capable hands of Laura Gregory, who thought she would
relieve me for a couple of hours, and I took a walk over to the Golf Club for
some R & R.
I hadn’t set foot in
the club since New Year’s Day when I rogered Shula over the billiard table.
In one corner I found
my very good buddies Victoria Braithwaite, Judith Hunt and Pandora
Parkinson-Brown.
“Simon” Judith shouted
and the other two cheered in response
“Hello stranger” Pandy
said with a distinct leer and stood up and kissed me.
“I’m glad you’re all
here” I said genuinely “I haven’t seen you all together for an age”
Then Victoria and
Judith also embraced me.
After all the hugging
and kissing Judith was about to go to the bar and get me a drink when the
barman arrived with a tray upon which sat my drink.
“Courtesy of the
Captain, Mr Fisher” he said formerly
“Thank you” I said and
nodded in the direction of the Captain.
And that set the trend
for the afternoon as drink after drink appeared courtesy of appreciative
members.
I had to take it a bit
steady as it would not have been difficult to get completely shit faced
thankfully another member stumped up for lunch.
It was very enjoyable
catching up with the girls and what they were up to.
Judith updated me on
how things were going with her new man Mortimer Beaumont while we ate.
Then Pandora talked
about how things were progressing with Morty’s brother Harry.
And even Victoria had
a beau, who she had known when she was a girl who she had recently met again
after 30 years.
“So tell me what you’re
up to this weekend,” I said
“Its mother’s day
weekend” they all said in unison, Victoria included
The Beaumont brothers
were away visiting their mother in Cornwall, Judith was being taken up to
London for the weekend by her sons, Pandora husband was having the children
until Sunday lunchtime and Victoria was being treated by Maisie.
“She said I’m her
adopted mum” Victoria said her eyes filling with tears.
“You old softy” I said
handing her my hankie,
“Thank you Simon” she
said and then blew her nose, not quite what I had in mind.
“So you’re not away
for the weekend”? I asked Pandora
“No I’m having a very
lazy weekend at home alone” she said giving me a sideways glance.
I spent Friday evening
feeling a bit dopey as a result of all the hospitality but I still managed to
finish reading “the Chamber of Secrets” to Katy and then read the first three
chapters of “the Prisoner of Azkaban” before we called it
a night.
Saturday
began in much the same way as any other day of the preceding weeks.
Nurse,
bath time, breakfast and visitors, same old same old,
With
one notable difference namely a constant stream of text messages from Olivier
updating on the progress of Katy’s sister Marion.
The
flight leaving from Alaska was delayed, which meant they missed there connecting
flight in New York.
Which
meant waiting to get on the next available flight.
And
all of this information was conveyed to me via text, which meant I was up and
down like a tarts drawers.
Finally
the message came saying they were on their way, this meant instead of the
flight landing early on Saturday afternoon it wouldn’t arrive until tea time so
they wouldn’t arrive at the house until well into the evening so I left Olivier
to arrange for their collection from Heathrow.
I
was a bit disappointed about the delay, as I had hoped I might pop over to
Pandora’s after supper and avail myself of her delights.
Unless
I had misread the signs I was defiantly invited, and was almost certainly
expected – oh well some other time.
And
I heard no more, now as annoying as Olivier’s constant texting became I soon
found that hearing nothing was ten times worse.
Just
before lunch I went into the kitchen and found Katy sitting on her throne with
her arms folded and a real sulky expression on her face.
“What’s
up grumpy?” I asked
“Shut
up I’m sulking” she replied
“I
can see that” I responded “but what are you sulking about?”
“I’ve
been trying to get in touch with Marion, we always live chat on a Saturday
morning at breakfast time, breakfast time here yesterday bedtime for her, But
this morning nothing” she said despondently
“I
wouldn’t worry, it’s probably just the weather, they have a lot of it up there
you know” I suggested
“You’re
a great help” Katy retorted
Katy
soon shook off her sulky mood and spent the afternoon soundly thrashing me at
crib.
I
had had numerous more texts firstly from Olivier updating me on arrival times
and then from Tilly, who along with Robert was meeting Bob and Marion Loader at
Heathrow.
They
had picked up the baton as I had to stay with Katy in order that she wouldn’t
suspect anything, which she undoubtedly would have had I gone myself.
So
as it was, Katy and I spent the afternoon and early evening as we would any
other day.
Tilly
texted just after five to say
“Flight
landed”
The
nurse came slightly earlier than usual to attend to Katy in the usual manner
and then stayed later than normal.
Meanwhile
I was preparing dinner; again this involved frozen meals and a preheated oven.
The
only difference being that I had to cater for more than the two of us.
Just
as I showed the nurse out I received another text from Tilly
“20
minutes away” it read
Katy
hadn’t yet reappeared downstairs, which was not a bad thing as it meant I
didn’t have to distract her, but it was time to find out where she had got to.
So
after I had checked the food wasn’t burning I went upstairs and found her lying
on the bed asleep.
I
sat on the bed next to her and took hold of her hand in mine,
“Katy”
I said softy, but there was no response
“Katy”
I said again a little louder and she murmured before opening her eyes
“Oh
Simon” she said surprised “Oh dear I only closed my eyes for a second”
“It’s
time to come downstairs for supper Hon” I said
“Can
I have it in bed tonight?” she asked
“No
not tonight” I replied
“Oh
go on,” she begged
“No”
I said and stood up “now come on lazy bones”
I
knew only too well that in not many more weeks she would be have all of her
meals in bed
“You’re
just mean” she said and begrudgingly got up
I
did however concede to her request for a piggyback down the stairs.
I
had just got her settled on her throne in the kitchen when there was a knock at
the front door.
“Who
can that be?” Katy said, “I hope it’s not more visitors”
Then
as an afterthought she added
“Sorry
God”
“I’ll
go and see,” I said
When
I got to the front door and opened it I found Tilly and Robert standing there
either side of a slightly older version of Katy, and behind them was a tall
thin gaunt looking man who I assumed to be Bob.
“Hello”
I said then in a whisper I added in a whisper
“She’s
in the kitchen”
“Who
is it?” Katy called
“It’s
Robert and Tilly” I called back
“Ok”
she answered
“Come
in, come in” I said
There
was a brief period of silent greetings and handshakes then I led the way up the
hall to the kitchen with Marion following closely in my wake.
Katy
was stood at the table laying place mats and cutlery as I walked in.
“I
think you might need to set a few more places,” I said
“Why?”
Katy began to ask and then I stepped aside and for a moment there was complete
and utter silence
“Maz?”
Katy asked, “Is that really you?”
“Who
else would it be?” Marion replied as she walked towards her floundering sister
and they embraced.
“How?”
Katy uttered as tears welled up in her eyes
“It’s
all thanks to Simon” Marion said and she began to cry as well.
After
an emotional five minutes Marion gathered herself sufficiently to say
“Look
Bobs here as well, you haven’t met him yet”
After
Bob and Katy had been introduced Marion unbuttoned her coat
“And
you haven’t met this one either” she said and laid Katy’s hand on her bump.
“A
baby?” Katy said and then the tears rained down again.
After
the tears had subsided Katy turned her attention to me
And
wrapped her arms around my neck
“Thank
you, thank you, thank you,” she said “God bless you Simon”
Then
Marion joined in and it all got a bit messy, and I was really way out of my
comfort zone.
“Let’s
eat” I said and kissed the two women on the forehead
We
were all sitting around the table after the meal drinking coffee when bob asked
“Is
there a hotel nearby?”
“Yes
there is” I replied “but you’re staying here”
“No
we can’t impose on you any further” Bob protested
“You
have already done so much for us,” Marion Added
“Nonsense,
you’re staying here and that’s an end to it” I insisted
Tilly had to leave after the meal as she was meeting
up with Tristan and driving to their mums for mother’s day.
So I helped Bob and Robert retrieve the Loaders
luggage from her car and then Bob and I left Robert and Tilly having a snoggy
farewell on the doorstep and carried the bags upstairs to the spare room.
As it was a special occasion we opened some wine and
sat around chatting.
When Katy got up and went to the loo Marion said
“You are a very kind man”
“Nonsense” I said rather embarrassed “let’s change the
subject”
“What would have happened if you hadn’t been here when
she had to leave the vicarage?” Bob asked
“Katy could have stayed at the Vicarage until the end
if she’d wanted to; Robert was in no hurry to push her out he was quite happy
staying at the pub”
“Rather” was Roberts’s only contribution
“The truth of the matter was Katy wanted to get out of
Roberts way, but didn’t want to go into a hospice so as I live alone here in a
huge house, and I work from home it seemed like the perfect solution”
“You are a kind man though” Marion persisted
“I’ve been very lucky in my life and when I was in a
position to help someone who is much loved in the village, I took it”
I said
“Katy needs company, someone to help occupy her time
and her mind so that’s my role, so now can we change the subject”
About an hour later Robert excused himself, as he
still hadn’t finished writing Sunday’s sermon.
As Bob was sitting in an armchair snoring loudly and
Katy and Marion were talking 10 to the dozen completely oblivious to their
surroundings
I decided to leave with Robert
“I’m going to leave
you two to catch up as I’m obviously surplus to requirements so I’m going to
take a wander and get a nightcap at the Keys”
“Ok” Katy responded
with a knowing look, she knew it wasn’t a nightcap I was going out for.
I walked with Robert
as far as the Vicarage and then I turned down the lane by the church, which led
to the path that crossed the golf course.
From there I traversed
the course until I reached Pandora’s house.
I was pleased to see
some of the house lights were still on.
So keeping in the
shadows I made my way up to the house and tapped on the window,
It took a few minutes,
but then Pandora came to the door already in her nightclothes.
She gave me a smile
and opened the door
“I thought you weren’t
coming,” she said
“Marion’s flight was
delayed,” I responded while I watched her nipples erecting through her silk
nightie in the cool night air
She noticed me looking
at her tits but she made no effort to conceal them instead she said
“I thought I might
have to attend to myself”
“Oh that sounds
nice can I watch?” I replied
“You are incorrigible”
she said and laughed, and then she took my hand and pulled me in through the
door.
She closed the door
behind me and drew the curtain then she slithered up against me and kissed my
mouth.
“Where would you like
me darling?” she asked
“Bed I think” I
answered
“A good choice” she
said and giggled
“Anywhere would have
been a good choice Pandy,” I told her
“Shut up and get
upstairs,” she ordered
I followed Pandora as
she climbed the stairs my eyes fixed on her magnificent buttocks as they
taunted me through the silk of her nightgown
“So if you had needed
to attend to yourself what would you been thinking about?”
I asked
“I can’t tell you
that,” she said coyly giving me a quick glance over her shoulder
As we reached the top
stair I insisted
“I think you can”
“I can’t” she
reaffirmed as we reached the bedroom door I took hold of her and turned her
towards me and kissed her
“Please” I said,
She stood staring at
my chest and let out a huge sigh
“That day in the
woods, by the 17th green, where you took me from behind over that
fallen tree” she said quietly
“You enjoyed that day
didn’t you?” I said proudly
Pandora nodded
“When I play that hole
I still get a tingle down below,” she admitted still staring at my chest.
“And what else?” I
asked as she opened the bedroom door
“The night of the
summer ball” she answered as she pulled me into the room
“On the golf cart in
the moonlight”
“And”? I persisted as
we stood by the bed
“In the woods in the thunderstorm”
she replied as she began to undress me, “and later in your house”
My shirt and trousers
were discarded when I asked
“Is that all?”
“St Andrews day” she
barked as she yanked my pants down “when I kidnapped you”
“And the day after”
and one sock had gone
“And the day after
that” and the other sock was removed.
“Is there anything in
your Wank Bank that doesn’t involve me?”
“No” she said and
kissed my helmet before standing up again
“So what do you want
to do now?” I asked
“Put something else in
the bank” she replied and slipped her fingers around my cock and kissed me.
“And how would madam
like her deposit?” I asked
“Surprise me,” she
answered tightening her grip on my shaft and kissing me again.
My hands were fondling
the cheeks of her silk clad bum while she tugged on me.
I released the
handfuls of arse and grabbed handfuls of her nightie and dragged it upwards.
Pandora released her
hold on me and I pulled her nightgown off over her head.
Then I lifted her up
so she was standing on the bed.
Pandora wrapped her
arms around my neck and pulled my head towards her great globes surmounted by
huge aroused nipples which she wafted about my lips, tempting and teasing me
until she allowed me to engulf a great pink teat and sucked hard on it,
After a minute or so
she pushed my head back leaving her misshapen saliva coated nip and then
unceremoniously latched me on to the other.
After giving the
appropriate period of attention I released her wet teat and pushed her
backwards onto the bed.
Pandora bounced spectacularly
on the bed and giggled as her tits bounced independently of the rest of her.
As I moved toward her
Pandora, still giggling she tried to turn and scramble away.
I rapidly crawled up
the bed and grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.
Having prevented her
escape I could then slowly crawl up her tidy bod, kissing her belly as I
crawled then her plump tits, sucking both teat’s before I reached her mouth and
when our tongues engaged in a passionate duel my throbbing cock homed in on her
moist crack like a missile.
I entered her pussy
all the way, and as I pushed my cock into her welcoming wetness breath exhaled
from her mouth.
Pandora’s thighs
gripped me tightly and her noisy responses to my strokes urged me on and I
pounded on her more, the pace increasing steadily, faster and faster.
Her nails were in my
back as we moaned and grunted in unison. We sped on quickening the pace and
shortening the stroke until we reached maximum velocity and we both exploded in
utter ecstasy.
We lay locked in that
embrace, a single, sweating panting beast for several minutes until I rolled
off her and there we lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period.
Eventually I looked at
her and said
“Will that make it to
the bank?”
“Oh God yes” she
replied still panting.
