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Story:- Educating Darren,
by Ms. Christine Stevenson.
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Part Three.
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Darren left work with the others at five. He decided
that the bitch could wait while he had one beer with
the lads before going to her apartment. Besides he did
not want to miss the opportunity of letting them all
know what he thought he was going there for.
"She's definitely hot. You should have seen the way she
looked at me. She couldn't have made it plainer if she
had sent me an engraved invitation. I am beginning to
wonder if she really has a plumbing leak at all. Her
husband is probably away and she likes to have a bit on
the side. All these rich bitches are the same you
know." he said, and all the others nodded in agreement.
He left, promising to tell them all about it first
thing on Monday morning at the site.
Caroline's apartment was not too far away and he could
have walked. However, he decided to take his motor bike
and his tools just to make sure he could get home
easily later on if he stayed for a while, and to make a
show of turning up ready to fix the leak, in case he
really did have to do that first.
Alise heard the bike pull up and stood ready to open
the door, heart pounding. As it turned out, as the bell
rang 'she' opened the door and Caroline came into the
hallway to greet her guest at the same moment. Darren
barely took in the fact that his employer had a maid.
'Thank you. Thank you.' thought Alise. But was very
well aware that the night was young yet, and he had
absolutely no idea what Caroline intended to do later.
"Ah! I am so glad you could come. This problem with my
wash basin has been bothering me for ages" she lied.
In fact, Alise had been ordered to take a monkey wrench
to it earlier, to make it leak.
"Would you follow me please, and I will show you the
way. We will have to go through my bedroom to get to it
- the problem is in my private bathroom." She favoured
him with another one of her dazzling smiles as she
noticed her outfit was having the desired effect on him
- a hard bulge in the front of his tight jeans.
'Well it looks as if things are going to turn out just
right' he thought as he followed her up the stairs.
The outfit she had eventually chosen was a tight
fitting short black dress that clung to her body like a
second skin. It had a slit at the back so that as
Darren followed her he saw first one stocking top then
the other. The bulge became even harder. By the time
they reached the errant leak Darren's mind was
definitely not on plumbing, but it did seem as if she
wanted the leak dealt with first so he put his tool bag
down and lay on his back under the basin.
Caroline moved so that she stood right over him and put
her hands on her hips, just the way he had done earlier
in the day. This afforded him a view up between her
legs and he could just about make out the crotch of her
black panties.
'Now how the hell did she expect him to concentrate on
what he was supposed to be doing, if she was going to
tease him like that?' he thought.
He put a hand on her leg and started to slide it
upwards. She moved back slightly and said, "I think you
should fix that first, don't you?"
Reluctantly he withdrew his hand and tried to
concentrate on the job. He reached for a wrench from
his tool bag and began to tighten the loose joint.
Caroline disappeared. When he finished he stood up and
carried his tools back towards the bedroom. Caroline
was there holding a glass of champagne, which she
offered to him. He took the glass, dropped his toolbag
and watched as she reached for her glass and raised it
to make a toast.
"To a memorable evening," she said and downed the whole
glass. Darren, who was not much of a champagne drinker,
followed suit. Caroline then placed herself
provocatively on the edge of the bed and beckoned him
to come closer with one finely manicured finger. The
last thing he saw before the world seemed to disappear
and his legs crumpled beneath him were little flashes
of red nail polish as her finger curled and uncurled.
End of Part three:- Part four will be posted tomorrow.
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