June
In the village
was the Shady Glade Guesthouse owned and run by divorcee Debbie Barrington.
She was a
native of the village, as was her husband, and they started the Guesthouse
together, but he did not share her passion for it, but he did have passions,
but those were mainly for the female guests and it was with one of them that he
chose to leave Pepperstock Green and Debbie, undeterred divorced him and
continued to run Shady Glade alone and as she approached her forty seventh
birthday she had been doing so for twenty years.
There had been
men in her life over those twenty years, but none were worthy of her because
they didn’t share her interest in the Guesthouse or have the same work ethic as
she did.
But there was
one man who she hoped might fit the bill, Civil Engineer Sam Richardson, who
had been a regular guest while the work was going on at the old St Adelaide’s
Convent, but he was splitting his time between the village and Beaumont Island
where there were some other projects going on.
She really
liked him, really liked him, he was a gentle goodlooking man, who was sadly
widowed the year before, he was also a kind man who helped her out went he was
staying, with repairs and maintenance.
The problem was
that he was a little backwards in coming forward on the personal front, and she
hadn’t been able to get his attention.
One morning in
June she had to call on him for help because the shower in her ensuite bathroom
wasn’t working, and there was a dripping tap in one of the rooms, which he was
happy to do, but he was his usual bashful self, so she went on about her
morning, dealing with the guest’s breakfasts, which kept her busy for the next
two hours and at the end of it she noticed Sam coming down the stairs, so she
went to intercept him.
“All done?” she
asked brightly
“I’m afraid
not” he replied “I just need to go and get a new pump”
“Oh, you don’t
need to do that, I’ll get the plumber to do it” she said
“Nonsense, it’s
no problem” he replied
“Oh, ok I’ll
see you later then?” Debbie said
“Yes, I
shouldn’t be too long” he replied and went out the door.
When the
guesthouse was busy, which was pretty much all the time, Debbie employed two
local girls to clean the rooms and the common areas, so with them gainfully
employed, breakfast finished with and Sam off at the plumber’s merchants she
had a couple of hours to spare before she had to think about lunch, so she
decided to go and have a bath in the guest bathroom as her own was out of
commission.
She had told
the girls what she was doing so she knew she wouldn’t be disturbed, and she had
a long hot soak in the tub.
She really
enjoyed it, but she knew she couldn’t stay in there forever, so she pulled the
plug out and got to her feet, before stepping out and wrapping a fluffy white
bath sheet around herself and wrapping a smaller one around her head.
Once she was
dry, perfumed and powdered she wiped the steam off the full-length mirror and
then loosened the towel wrapped around her and stood with her arms outstretched
and the towel stretched behind her like a victory flag and admired herself in
the mirror
“Not bad for an
old bird” she said to her reflection, “Not too bad at all”
And then the
door opened and startled her, and she turned towards the door, still with her
arms outstretched with her full nakedness on display, to find Sam Richardson
standing in the doorway with his mouth open.
Debbie was not
as surprised as he was, and she knew she should probably have covered herself,
but he just stood staring at her and was clearly struggling to draw his eyes
away, and she liked that.
“I appeared to
have got his attention at last” she thought and then he said,
“I’m so sorry,
I didn’t think, washer… tap… drip…”
And then he
closed the door and headed hurriedly across the landing, so she covered herself
and opened the door and could hear him repeating
“Sorry, sorry,
I’m so sorry” Until he reached the sanctuary of her bedroom, and by extension
her ensuite.
Debbie replaced
her towel with a toweling bath robe and crossed the landing and was smiling
broadly to herself.
She slowly
opened the door and stepped in and found the room empty, but she could hear
muttering and what she assumed was the sound of him putting his tools away, so
she just stood her ground and waited, and she didn’t have to wait long.
He stepped
through the door from her ensuite and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw
her.
“IIIII’m…” he started to say but she put a
finger up to her lips gesturing him to silence, and then she undid the belt of
her robe, and it fell open briefly before she dropped the toweling dressing
gown to the floor revealing her dry, perfumed and powdered nakedness, before
she walked towards him and kissed him, and he made no protest.
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