Feet up relaxing after a busy day off work, just having been for a bike ride in the countryside , wishing to do no more than watch some movie the door bell rings.
Not expecting anyone I lazily go to the door, wife is away for a few days so it’s the first human interaction all day.
“Hi” says the young lady, late 20s early thirties I guess.
Hello I reply, sorry to bother you so late but who is your energy supplier?
Racking my brains as to who the supplier is but also very distracted by this lovely brunette, shoulder length straight hair with one side pushed over her ear, big brown eyes with just a hint of make up but naturally very pretty. Wearing a red branded fleece and black tight jeans and spotlessly white trainers
“I think I’m still in contract with whoever it is” I reply, instantly regretting that this would end the interaction as there was certainly some interaction in my boxers!
Oh that a shame she says, all I need is one more lead for the head office and I’ve met my quota for this month
I wish I could help I say and she says it’s fine honestly! But can I ask a big favour, my phone is on 1-% and I need to ring to get picked up as I’m finished now so a quick charge would be so helpful, flashing her big eyes how can I say no!
Ok come on in I’ll get the charger, take a seat in the living room. My mind, known for its imagination is beginning to do overtime now
She plugs the iPhone in and I offer a cup of tea to her, Cathy as she introduces her.
We have a little chat about her work and how she’s waiting to start a physiotherapist full time job in a few weeks, she asks a bit about the house and me and asks if there is a Mrs Jon, I tell her her she’s away for a few days and if I’m not mistaken do I catch a quick smile?
Her phone has a bit of charge now and she says she will call for her lift now, I go and make us both a cup of tea, I can overhear a bit of chat on the phone and she doesn’t sound happy
I return with the mugs of piping hot tea and she is furiously typing into her phone
“He’s such a knob” she mutters
“Problems?” I ask
She explains her waste of space boyfriend was meant to pick her up but has now made other plans with his friends as it’s one of their stag do’s
She seems a bit upset and wipes the corner of her eye, “sorry, can I use the bathroom” yes top of the stairs first on the right I tell her
Nice house by the way she says as she ascends the stairs
I sit and nurse my tea, and also my semi erect cock.
She has been upstairs for a long while, I notice her phone has gone so assume she is making some calls to have her picked up
A sudden thought occurs to me, surely she wouldn’t go snooping around but I’ve taken out all my toys for a clearing out and subsequent play later tonight and they are all over the bed. But no, no one goes looking in other people’s rooms…do they?
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