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"Carpet Laid" (1M)
Written 09/97 by artie - comments and constructive criticism welcome
(C) Copyright 1997, All Rights Reserved
Author's note: I've posted two versions of this story, identified as (1F)
and (1M). They are not part 1 and part 2, but rather represent the first
person female, and the first person male forms. If I'm ever satisfied with
it, I may post the third person version, but don't hold your breath.
This is a work of fiction, meant for adults. If you are not an adult, or
are offended by stories with sexual content, read something else. Likewise,
if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably
read something else.
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Carpet Laid (1M)
Artie
artie@netgate.net
It was my last installation of the day, of the week. The previous job
hadn't quite been the carpet installation from hell, but it was close. (The
installation from hell was the one where I ripped the carpet out of a
rental house and got covered in what I thought were fleas; I was wrong-
crabs. Cost me a girlfriend.)
Experience had taught me to review the work with the person that
placed the order before I start hauling materials in or out of a job. The
client at this last order had insisted this wasn't what she ordered. After
she had a quick somewhat psychotic conversation with our salesman, he and I
decided that I wasn't trained to solve this woman's problem, so I got the
hell out of there as quickly and quietly as I could.
Back in the truck, I called to see if I could start early on my next
job. A wonderful, melodious voice answered; she told me it would be no
problem, I could get started right away.
It took me about fifteen minutes to get to her house; a new place in
an up-and-coming neighborhood. Good looking house. My job, of course, was
in an upstairs room, installing one of the best (and heaviest) wool carpets
we carried, on the floor and parts of the walls in one room. I'd done
similar jobs- this would be a very quiet room. I was hoping for a wide
staircase at least.
As I walked up to the door carrying my sample and the order sheet, I
could see piles of boxes through the windows; typical moving in chaos.
I rang the bell. The door opened. So did my mouth- I was stunned. Even
though she was wearing sweats and her dark brown hair was up in back, she
was gorgeous. About five foot ten, incredible curves, long legs, and
incredible sparkling green eyes.
'Hi, Jeff? I'm Elaine. Come on in, please excuse the boxes." She took
my hand and pulled me in the door.
I sort of held out the order and sample, and tried unsuccessfully to
get my mouth to make noises.
She took the sample from me, brushing my hand in the process and
adding to my confusion. "This is going to look great- come on up stairs,
I'll show you where it's going."
She took off up the stairs, I followed, enjoying the view, trying to
figure out how to talk again. I tried thinking business- nice wide hips, um
staircase. The room was right off the stairs- a straight shot, no problem.
It was clean, so my prep work would be minimized. There were marks on the
walls to show how far up the carpet should go. Chair rail height under some
windows and on the wall with the door, full coverage on one wall, the other
wall being mirrored closet doors. She described what she wanted to me. By
the time she finished talking, I got my mouth to work well enough to say
"OK, I'll get started."
I hauled up my tools, pad, and carpet; there was plenty of room in the
hall. I started by measuring the room to see if it was square- you'd be
surprised how bad most new construction is. I was impressed- this place was
well built. "Wow" I said out loud.
Her voice came from out in the hall "What? Something interesting?" She
stuck her head in the door.
I told her that the builders had done a superb job; the room was
square, which I was finding to be the exception rather than the rule with
recent construction.
"Gee, you can talk!"
I guess I turned red; I didn't know how to respond to that. She just
laughed, walked over to me and put a hand on my arm. "I'm sorry, I know I
do that to people some time. It's just that when you first came in, you
sounded like, well, a carpet installer."
It was my turn to laugh. I told her I was a college grad, working on
my MBA; my uncle owned the chain she'd bought the carpet from. He was
helping me through school. During the summers I did installation work
because I liked it; during the school year I worked with him on the
thinking side of the business. She told me she was glad I could talk again.
For some reason I asked her if she minded if I worked in my T-shirt.
She told me to go right ahead.
Good construction makes life so much easier. I also felt like I had
extra time to spend. I did the walls first, and even did chair rail height
strips on the sides of the closet doors and a narrow strip behind the door,
just to make it look polished. I was hoping she'd like that- I knew I'd do
anything to please her.
I was just setting the last edge on the floor piece when I heard her
behind me. "This looks great!" I turned to see her running a hand over the
strip by the closet doors. I was smiling. She closed the door a little and
looked behind it. "Wonderful! You're terrific!"
Hearing her, I certainly felt that way. Then I gave the stretching
tool one more whack with my knee and felt my back go haywire. I must have
grimaced in pain; I know I put a hand on my back. She rushed over to me.
"Your back hurt?" I nodded. She pulled me to the middle of the room.
"Lay on your tummy.", she said as she pushed me down. I felt her hands on
my back, searching. I was in too much pain to enjoy it.
She pressed gently; I guess I must have gasped. "Right there?"
I tried to nod.
She said "You've got a muscle spasm, but I can take care of it. I want
you to take a deep breath."
I took a deep breath and it hurt more.
"No, not so fast; take a slow, deep breath for me now, and hold it."
Her voice had changed; it was softer. I took a slow, deep breath- the
pain didn't get worse this time.
"Now exhale, slowly."
I exhaled, and as I did, she pressed on my back. I could feel the
muscles loosening up.
"Good, another slow, deep breath, and exhale."
I did it again, and as I exhaled, she pressed on my back. I could feel
it getting better.
"Here", she said, and she grabbed a couple pieces of rubber padding,
folded them, and put them under my shoulders so my head was more or less
straight, not turned to the side as it had been.
Then she told me to just relax and breathe deeply, and she started
massaging my back. She told me to just relax, feel her hands taking the
tension out of my muscles, feel myself relaxing with each breath. Her voice
was so soft, so soothing. At some point she told me to start counting
backwards from 100. It seemed to be a good idea. I don't remember if she
suggested that I close my eyes or not; after a while it wasn't important to
keep them open, and I don't think I could have if I had wanted to. Her
voice and her hands were so relaxing, so soothing.
I was feeling so relaxed; her voice was somehow distant, but still
clear. Somehow my T-shirt came off, and I felt something cool being put on
my back, and then her hands were back massaging me and her voice was
carrying me to a wonderful place. When she started massaging my feet and
legs, it felt wonderful; I don't remember my shoes and pants coming off.
Her voice and hands were the only things in the world to me. So relaxed, so
pleasant.
And I remember being on my back, somewhat awake. She was sitting
lightly on top of me. Her hair was down; it was long and beautiful. She was
only wearing a bra and panties. I started to say something. She spoke and
the world whirled away again, back to that peaceful place.
I remember making love, her on top of me, her hands and her voice
speaking to my body, sensations I'd never known before. I remember her
moans, and mine, and feeling her climax and her passionate kiss push me
over the edge.
I remember being in another room, on a bed. I remember being on top of
her, looking into her eyes, and saying, pleading, praying "Elaine, please
keep me." I remember her smile, her passionate kiss, being wrapped in her
arms, her legs, lost in her eyes, her hair, her scent as we made love
again.
I remember her laughter as I was on my back, exhausted and still
dizzy, as she started making love to me with her breasts, exciting me
again, and talking to my body with her hands and voice, riding us both once
more to ecstasy.
I remember looking into her beautiful green eyes, the sweat on her
brow, her kiss and the smell of perfume in her hair, and her saying softly
"Sleep..." and the world fading away as she kissed me once again.
And the next morning I remember waking next to her, seeing her looking
at me, and asking once more "Please keep me."
And I will always remember her saying "Don't worry; I'll keep you-
forever."
That was weeks ago now. We're living together. I know now she
hypnotized me that first day, but I don't care; she can do it whenever she
wants, and I sometimes ask her. Next week we're going to New Mexico to a
five day long massage workshop. I told her I wanted to learn to do for her
what she does for me; I think I surprised her. Next week I hope to surprise
her even more- I pick up the ring on Thursday, and some time next week I'll
ask her to marry me.
I pray to God she says yes.
END
artie
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Carpet Laid (1M)
Artie
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