Sunday, 8 May 2022

Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (57) Cleaning out the Attic

 

The Finchbottom Vale is nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are lucky enough to live there think of it as the rose between two thorns.

And at the far eastern end of the Vale was the traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, complete with a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

 

The four friends had spent the morning playing a foursome at the Sharpington Dunes Golf Club, they all lived locally in the town of Sharpington-By-Sea and three of them had houses that backed onto the course.

Their foursome had become a regular fixture on their social calendars after widower Dave Whitaker had taken early retirement at the age of 50.

It seemed the right thing to do at the time, his children had flown the nest, his wife had passed and his job had lost its lustre, so he retired and he had never regretted it for a moment.

Retirement enabled him to spend time with his three favourite ladies of leisure, Sarah Price, Katie George and Wilhelmina Winten.

Sarah and Katie were both wealthy grass widows and ten years younger than he was and spinster Willi was three years older and was a retired PE Teacher.

After spending a very pleasant morning on the course they lunched at the club as was their habit and as they sat down at their regular table Willi announced

“I can’t be late home today, Marta is coming to help me tidy the attic”

“It must be important if you’re going to cut your lunch short” Sarah said and they all laughed.

“If truth be told I do rather look forward to the days Marta comes to help me” she said when the laughter had subsided

“She’s really such a nice girl and very good company”

Which was when, the waitress, Georgina, arrived at the table to take their order.

“So you’re not coming to mine for drinks this afternoon Willi?” Katie asked

“I’m afraid not” she replied

“What about you Sarah?”

“No not today” she replied reading a text on her phone “somethings come up”

“Just me and you then Dave” Katie said

“Ok with me” Dave remarked

So after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company, and feeling a little over indulged, they had a rendezvous by their trolleys and prepared for the short stroll across the 18th fairway, apart that is from Sarah Price, who was the only one of the group whose house didn’t adjoin the Golf Course.

“I’ll say goodbye now” she said “I need to pop to the pro shop before I head home”

So Sarah headed in the opposite direction while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th fairway.

Katie and Dave were next door neighbours but Willi lived 5 houses along from Katie’s, so she said goodbye to the others and walked home to get showered before Marta arrived.

 

Marta Gouveia was a rather plain looking Portuguese girl, of small but athletic stature, and was almost 30 years younger than Willi but they got on like a house on fire and had done from the first moment they met.

She had had a hard life and had known real poverty and hardship and had been raised by two cruel and abusive parents.

But through hard work, determination and a helping hand from people like Willi she had survived, and despite her early life she was a kind and loving soul.

The reason she wasn’t getting to Willi’s until late afternoon was because the second of her three part time jobs didn’t finish until three.

 

Wilhelmina was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and ordinary looking woman with three redeeming features, in her opinion, kind and quite stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.

She was three years on the wrong side of 50, and chose to dress in the twin set and tweed style, if style was the correct word, and sensible shoes.

 

She went in doors and put her clubs away in the cupboard and went straight upstairs and turned the shower on, then she undressed and briefly admired her slim figure in the mirror.

“Not bad for an old bird” she said and smiled at her reflection before getting in the shower

 

Marta let herself in with the spare key hidden in the planter and called out

“Willi!”

When she got no answer on the ground floor she made her way up the stairs and when she reached the landing she smiled because she knew where she was.

 

Willi was just washing the shampoo from her hair when the cubicle door opened and Marta stepped in and was standing beside her completely naked.

Willi’s eyes greedily consumed every inch of her lovely young body with magnificent firm breasts, flat stomach and well-toned limbs.

“Can I join you?” Marta asked already knowing the answer

“I thought you’d never ask” Willi replied and as they eagerly washed each other Marta said

“You know that this isn’t going to get the attic tidied”

“Oh well never mind” Willi replied “We can always do it tomorrow”

“I bet we don’t” said Marta as she kissed her lover

“We definitely will” she said authoritatively

“Yes but you said that yesterday” Marta reminded her and kissed her mouth again.

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