When it all began, Leon Watson lived in a
detached house in Dulcet Green with his wife of 25 years, Mary.
Although in truth that was stretching a point,
it wasn’t so much living, it would perhaps have been more accurately described
as an existence.
That was because Leon and Mary lived
completely separate lives, they had separate bedrooms and had totally different
interests, and different circles of friends, and by that stage they might just
as well have been strangers.
In fact, Leon didn’t really know why they stayed
together, laziness perhaps.
They had no children, no pets and not even a
single friend in common and they only had sex on special occasions which in Leon’s
opinion was the only special thing about it.
If they’d had an ounce of common sense between
them, they would have divorced long before they reached 25 years, but Mary
believed marriage was a lifetime commitment or more precisely a life sentence.
That didn’t mean anything to him, what kept
him in the marriage though was that although he had long since stopped loving his
wife, he really loved the house.
And what happened just before Easter would
lead to something that would make Leon love the house even more.
It was when Leon’s next-door neighbours, The
Brown’s moved to Cheltenham, he was something in the foreign office and he was
offered a two-year secondment to GCHQ.
The Brown’s decided to rent the house out in
the short term and then they would sell it later should the secondment end up
becoming a permanent position.
So, it was on a warm day in May when the new
tenants moved into the house next door.
The house had been rented by two elderly
sisters, the Miss Brackhampton-Finch’s, who were retired colonial missionary
types returning to Downshire after working for many years in China.
And in addition to the two old biddies, they brought
with them, a live-in cook housekeeper who was a dowdy and frumpish looking
woman of indeterminate age who by outward appearance could have been anything
between 25 and 35 years old with mousy hair and functional spectacles.
Leon noticed them move in as he was working
from home, which he did at least 3 days a week, more when he could get away
with it, which he was able to do quite often because he was a freelance
architect.
So, it was due to his “working from home” that
he got to see them move in and the reason he would eventually get to know the
frump.
In truth although Leon worked from home, he
seldom spent more than a couple of hours a day actually working.
This less than productive work ethic enabled him
to spend more time doing what he loved to do, reading, listening to music,
watching films, and making sure the gardeners did a proper job, in fact pretty
much anything that wasn’t actually working.
He always got up early every morning and
cracked on with his work early doors and achieved his modest goal by about 11.00,
always keeping some in hand that he could do during the evening and therefore
avoid having to speak to Mary any more than was necessary.
Finishing his work early also allowed him to
make himself useful in a small way to the new neighbours, well to the frump in
any case, which in truth mainly involved his sitting in the
Brackhampton-Finch’s kitchen drinking the frump’s excellent coffee.
The frump’s real name was Pauline Boyle, and
she was an Australian girl who had started working for the Brackhampton-Finch’s
when they lived in China.
When they announced their plans to return to
England because Pauline was such a good housekeeper and such an excellent cook,
they asked her to move with them and even offered to pay her passage to the UK
on the proviso that she remained with them for a minimum of two years.
As she had always wanted to travel to England so
she accepted because she knew she would never be able to do it otherwise.
Leon got on well with Pauline in the short
time she had been his neighbour, chatting over the kitchen table drinking her
excellent coffee, but not quite as well as he was about too.
The summer was well underway when one day
after he had achieved his meagre work target, he walked out into the garden and
over the fence he saw Pauline dancing on the patio with a large glass of wine
in her hand.
“Are you having a party?” he shouted over the
fence on the hot June afternoon.
“Sort of” she replied “come and join me Leon”
“Ok” he said and walked around to the back
gate
“So, what’s the occasion?” he asked when he
reached the patio and she poured him a glass of wine
“The Brackhampton-Finch’s have gone to
Canterbury for an ecumenical council meeting” Pauline replied
She had clearly had more than the one glass of
wine as she failed quite spectacularly to say ecumenical.
“And they’re clearly not coming back today” Leon
said
“No” Pauline said “the day after tomorrow”
It was the first time he had seen Pauline so
relaxed, but then he was well aware that an excess of alcohol will do that.
The Miss Brackhampton-Finch’s were very old fashioned,
and Pauline had to keep herself covered at all times with no hint of femininity
visible or God forbid any hint of sexuality.
But to counteract this Pauline had a unique
way of levelling the playing field so to speak which he was to find out about
in due course.
However, as the sisters were away which was
why on that summer’s afternoon, she was wearing a dress which showed off a
figure that was hitherto unrecognised, unnoticed, or even hinted at.
By late afternoon, the combination of too much
wine and too much sun found the two of them dancing on the patio to the dulcet
tones of Barbara Streisand singing “The way we were”
But by the time Neil Diamond began to croon
“Love on the rocks” Pauline was nibbling vigorously on his ear.
His immediate reaction was that he should nip
it in the bud, he was a married man after all, albeit unhappily, and she was
very much the worse for drink.
So, he pulled his ear out of reach of her
mouth and occupied it otherwise by kissing it which she reciprocated
immediately in a wet slavery drink induced snog.
Leon knew it was wrong and he knew the right
thing to do was to stop, but it was a hot day, he was merry, and very, very horny,
and as he hadn’t had any kind of sexual encounter with anywhere near that level
of passion for more years than he could remember.
So instead of stopping proceedings he started
fondling her not insubstantial breasts through the fabric of her dress which made
her kissing even more wet and slavery.
“Stop now” he said to himself “while you still
can, stop before you pass the point of no return”
But he didn’t listen and then he reached
around her back and deftly pulled down the zipper on her dress instead.
In response she disengaged her mouth from his
and let the dress fall to the floor to reveal some very unchristian underwear
in red satin with black lace trim.
Then she began kissing him again even more
fervently and so he immediately tried to undo her bra, but she stopped him abruptly.
“No” she shouted and Leon cursed himself for
going too far too quickly.
“Not here” she said and then she took hold of his
hand and led him through the French doors into the dining room.
Once inside she reached around her back and
unhooked her bra herself and playfully threw it at his face.
“Now you can carry on” she said, and he happily
complied
Leon cupped her great white breasts and then
pushed her backwards against the Brackhampton-Finch’s mahogany dining table.
He slid his hands up the backs of her thighs
until he reached the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks, which he caressed and
squeezed before he pulled her knickers off her cheeks and then he seated her on
the table so he could completely remove her pants.
And no sooner had he slipped them off her ankles
she was dragging his cock from his shorts.
She gave him a few encouraging tugs and then she
lay back and let him penetrate her on the expensive mahogany dining table which
he did with vigour until her hoarse scream rang out on the balmy June air.
After he had sullied her on the Mahogany
Dining table, they lay together in the afterglow on one of the
Brackhampton-Finch sister’s many Chinese rugs and she told him how, to make up
for her drab and dreary exterior she chose to wear very exotic underwear, the
sexier or sluttier the better.
She also told him how when an elderly Bishop
friend of the sisters was invited for afternoon tea, Pauline served it to his
grace wearing stockings, suspenders, and crotch less panties.
That was extraordinary behaviour for someone
in a Christian household though as she was not a Christian herself it was not
as bad.
They had another glass of wine as the lay on
the rug in the dining room until she noticed that life was returning to his
flaccid organ.
“Would you like to come to my room and look at
my knicker collection?” she suggested “I think your friend does”
“If he’s interested then count me in” Leon
replied
When they stood up, she looked across at the
dining table and laughed
“What’s so funny?” he asked
“That’s going to take some polishing” she
replied pointing at the sticky patch of their joint contributions that looked
like a giant snail trail.
Their next joint contributions were left on
Paula’s bed linen.
Which was where he left Paula sleeping when he
went home in time to have dinner with his darling wife.
As it turned out he needn’t have bothered
because she called to say she was eating out and wouldn’t be back until late.
So he put a frozen dinner in the microwave and
had a shower and a shave, then he ate his dinner in front of the TV and was
back inside the Brackhampton-Finch’s ten minutes later and back inside Paula
ten minutes after that.
That hot sensual June afternoon was the first
of many sexual encounters between Leon and Pauline either in the
Brackhampton-Finch’s house when they were out or at Leon’s when he was working
at home and she had her days off.
They discussed at length how to employ a
simple signalling system, to indicate their availability but after many and
various suggestion they favoured the one where she would hang her scarlet satin
knickers in her bedroom window to show that the coast was clear, and she was
ready for action.
But in the end, she decided that a text would
suffice along the lines of
“I’m horny come and fuck me”
The exact wording varied but that was the
gist.
Paula felt no guilt for her wanton behaviour
and Leon felt no guilt for that first day for what they did or any of the
subsequent occasions, after all to his way of thinking he was just being
neighbourly.
