WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence.

Pt. 25 A Damsel in Distress

Saturday was a grey, much cooler day with periodic bouts of drizzle and so we were not terribly busy at the garden centre which did at least enable everybody to concentrate on necessary day to day tasks in the growing areas and tidying and filling up the displays.

There was only one postal delivery on Saturdays and that came in about mid-morning. As usual Emma opened all the business mail and passed me a couple of letters marked personal, one was a packet from Uncle Arthur containing some documents relating to my trust fund that needed signing and informing me that the large lump sum would be paid directly into my bank the following week.

The second letter was a stiff brown card wallet, posted locally, but I did not recognise the handwriting. I opened it and tipped out the contents, there wasn't a note or letter, just a red gymkhana rosette for 'Best of Class', I smiled; obviously Philippa had enjoyed our time together as much as I had. The muscles in my back and down my legs were still a bit stiff from our energetic fucking. I slipped the trophy back into it's packet and slid it into my pocket to take home later, I thought that I could pin it up with my other riding rosettes and only I would ever know that it was not for riding horses.

Maggie was sitting at her desk across the office and obviously spotted what I was doing, "What's that?" she asked, curious. Not for the first time I mused that women never seemed to miss anything that you didn't want them to see.

"Oh, just an old gymkhana rosette .... From my riding days at Shelby's; I saw Philippa the other day and she said she would send it to me." I lied glibly.

"That was nice of her. See much of her do you?"

I resisted the temptation for say 'I've seen everything there is to see' and just replied, "Only a couple of times, when I have been out to the stables; I've dated Janice once or twice." I saw an opportunity to sate my curiosity. "What is the story with Philippa?" I asked as casually as possible.

"I don't know her that well, we are more acquaintances that friends," she said. "She inherited the riding stables from her father, but originally her grandfather had kept racehorses. Shelby House and the surrounding estate have been in the Shelby family since the early 1800s. The last time that I was at the house for a drinks party some years ago, there was an old formal Victorian garden at the rear which was really run down, if you see Philippa occasionally you should see if you can persuade her to put some business our way," she chuckled.

"What about Philippa herself? I ventured.

"She was a really top flight show jumper and three day event rider in her teens and twenties, even made an Olympic team; then she married some Argentinean polo player who turned out to be a total waste of space and after she divorced she reverted to her maiden name. Then her father died and she gave up the circuit and came home to run the business."

"She seems a bit prickly ... but I have always got on with her OK."

Maggie laughed. "Philippa has a bit of a reputation as a man-eater, she has had short relationships with several men in the past but has dumped them really quickly if they showed any signs of wanting to get their feet under her table, and she has made no secret of having the odd one night stand just for fun. She is a really tough lady, who wants her independence and her own life."

That explained a lot. Perhaps just the occasional fuck with Philippa would satisfy both of our desires and remain just that; occasional.

I had an appointment with Caroline Brookes in the afternoon to present the various design options for her new garden and so spent an hour with Maggie going over the plan drawings one last time. I thought that Caroline was going to be really fussy and I had drawn up three separate options and at Maggie's suggestion had noted some of the variables which could be mixed and matched if she wanted even further alternatives.

"I'm not sure that I should be letting you go out there on your own," Maggie joked. "If you are not back by the end of business, I will call out the Rape Squad to go and rescue you, or maybe even send Emma out to bring you home."

Caroline was a very attractive woman whom Maggie had nick-named 'Ms. Thunder-thighs' after she had flirted and come on to me when we initially visited to assess the project. Personally I did not believe that she would really be interested in anything other than a little light flirting, she was attractive, wealthy and moved in seriously moneyed circles, her choice of men friends would be nearly unlimited.

The job was at Bishopsdown on the northern outskirts of the city a short drive from the garden centre and so I was ringing her front door bell shortly before two o'clock. I had parked the Land Rover in the drive next to her bright yellow Lotus Elan M100 and noted that there was a brand new black BMW 730i in the garage which could only be a few days old as it had 1989 number plates. This lady might be young but if both cars were hers then she had a seriously high income.

Caroline opened the door and invited me in. She was probably mid-twenties, and her bottle blonde shoulder length hair was gleaming from an obviously very recent brushing and her attractive, heart shaped face was fully made up with pale pink lip gloss, blusher and a light blue eye shadow. That day she was wearing very tight white jeans that hugged her rounded hips and thighs and a long pale sky blue, shirt blouse with the collar turned up and the top buttons open to expose her impressive cleavage. As I followed her into the house I noticed that the tail of the shirt covered her round buttocks, which I thought was a bit of a shame as her jeans were very tight. She looked ready to go out, but maybe she was one of those women who dressed like that even at home.

We sat at the end of her long lounge in two comfortable bucket chairs which had been turned to face out of the French doors so that we could see the garden plot. I was really glad that I was on time because there were already two bone china mugs of black coffee on the coffee table beside us.

She smiled sweetly, "It is straight black coffee, isn't it?" I noticed for the first time that she had a slight accent, maybe London or Essex, but not private school; she had obviously grafted for whatever she had achieved in life.

"Oh yes, well remembered," I replied. My guess was that she saw everything and forgot nothing.

She was one of those gushing, very tactile women and had positioned the chairs so that we could sit close enough to be able to spread the plans over our laps. She sat very near to me and continuously touched my arm with her manicured finger tips, frequently bending forwards to peer at the plans, 'accidentally' rubbing her tit against my arm and displaying her cleavage provocatively. She was wearing a very soft plain white silk bra beneath the blouse and after a while I noticed that her nipples had stiffened and were clearly visible through the fabric and looked large and hard.

She was making me seriously horny and I had to keep concentrating on the garden designs and reminding myself that I was here on business. Maybe Maggie had been right; perhaps I should have brought one of the women out with me.

We spent about an hour and a half discussing the designs whilst she used body language to flirt with me outrageously. In the end we agreed quite quickly how the project should be started, I found that she was very intelligent, quick to grasp an idea and actually quite decisive, but I was glad when she suggested that we took a walk around the garden to confirm the vision, although she hooked her arm through mine and retained body contact. I let her wander about comparing the plans to the site whilst I took a few photographs and some soil samples for ph testing.

"I really like your designs, I just wish that I could visualize the end effect," she said gazing out across the plot.

"I may be able to help with that," I suggested, "Maggie usually does our sketches and watercolour artists impressions but she is really working at full capacity right now, however, I have a friend who might be willing to come out with me and produce some colour wash impressions for you?"

"Oh, yes... that would be really super," she enthused, "Just add whatever it costs to the account. Would I be able to buy the originals?"

"You will need to agree that with the artist, but we definitely like to keep copies for our files."

We walked back to the house and I agreed that I would get a team out after the week-end to start preparation work. She reached into a draw and handed me a set of keys.

"You will need these for the garden gate and the garage, I shall be in London most of the week," she said, she held up two keys from the bunch, "These are the kitchen door and the alarm; I would prefer if only YOU had them... you understand?"

"Yes, of course, but I doubt if we shall need to get into the house, there is an outside tap and we make our own arrangements over our T & T ..... teas and toilets."

We stood in her neat little fitted kitchen and she poured us both another mug of coffee. "There is something else that I would like you to do for me..."

"Yes?"

"I have just bought a new apartment in London with a roof garden, I want you to come up to town and see what you can do with it for me, at the moment it is just stone slabs and pots, I would like it to be really nice as I spend most of the working week there."

"Er, yes OK" I said. "But London is a little bit out of our normal catchment's area, I'm sure that I could find you a good locally based firm who would be nearer and probably cheaper."

"No, I want you to do it," she replied emphatically, "YOU are my personal gardener now, I am not in a hurry so I will wait for you to make the time to do it for me."

"OK," I grinned, "If you put it that way, it will be a pleasure." I had never designed or worked on a roof garden and the idea intrigued me. She handed me another of her cards and wrote her apartment address on the rear; it was close to St. James's Park. "I know where this is; my great uncle lives close by, Arthur Grainger."

"I don't think I've met him; I do know a couple of guys at the stock exchange called Grainger, Michael and Justin, twin brothers, I believe that they also live in the area somewhere."

"They are my mother's cousins, my first cousins once removed, I think, they are Uncle Arthur's sons, I don't see them much."

"So was that your mother who was with you last time you were here, I know De Vere's is a family business?"

"No, that was my aunt, Maggie .... She is the senior director of the firm."

"Mmmmm," she smiled seductively, "I think that I still prefer to stick with you for now."

She walked me to the door, "When you are ready to come up to town and look at the apartment garden, just give me a ring and I will let you take me out to lunch or dinner," she smiled.

"OK, I'd like that, it's a date."

"Oh no, it isn't a date, its business!" She said in a serious tone and then laughed. Her laugh was a sort of husky, sexy giggle that left your balls tingling. "Maybe if I know you a bit better by then you can call it a date, either way you are paying."

We both laughed and I put out my hand and we shook briefly then she stepped up close and kissed me on both cheeks. She made no hurry to pull away and I felt her impressive tits and thighs warm against me through the denim of my shirt and jeans. My plan case was in one hand and I took a risk and let the other rest lightly on her hip, she let it lay there until she eventually stepped back. By the time that I was back in the car her door was already closed.

It was still only four o'clock and so I drove straight over to Becca's house. Her husband's car was in the drive and I was in two minds whether to go in when Josh strolled around from the back of the house and saw me standing there clutching my plans case.

"Hello mate, what are you doing here ....." he didn't give me time to reply, "Do you fancy going out for a pint tonight?" He was a mess and looked as though he had just got up with a hangover from last night, and probably had.

"I'm not being seen anywhere with you, you scruffy dung heap!" I laughed and punched him playfully on the arm. "I can't go out tonight ... family evening... you know. Anyway I'm not here to talk about getting pissed with you I came to see your mum...is she in?"

"Yeah, she's out in the back garden." He was obviously not interested in why I wanted to see Becca, "If you fancy having a beer and watching some fishing videos, Dad and Tim and I are in the sitting room." He shuffled off into the house and I went around to the rear gate.

Becca saw me coming and walked over and gave me a chaste hug and kiss. "Hello Jamie darling," she greeted me softly, "I thought I heard Josh talking to somebody. I guess you are here to see the boys today."

"No, actually it's you I want...."

"I want you too... all the time..." she whispered with a little giggle. "I am only teasing you... I know we can't ... you know ... not today at least."

It was starting to rain again and she steered me in into the conservatory, I could hear the television in the front room and her husband Leslie and the boys talking. We sat down side by side on the cane two seater, slightly apart but with our knees just lightly touching.

"I was wondering if you would like to do some work for me." I asked.

"What sort of work .... I'm not sure that I would be any good at the garden centre ... and I really only potter about with the plants and things in my own garden?"

"No, not that ... I was thinking that you might be able to do some sketches and water colour washes to go with plans that I have drawn up for a landscaping job. Maggie sometimes does them for her projects and the clients often pay well for the framed originals as they are unique and personal."

I had held this idea in my mind for some days, it would not only fill the gap that my personal skills didn't cover; Becca was not just my lover, she was one of the nicest persons I knew and she was lonely and often without purpose in life. Her husband and sons took her for granted, they were not intentionally unkind to her, worse than that, most of the time they just ignored her. She was bright, intelligent and a very talented artist, I couldn't understand why she did not go back to being an art teacher.

"I don't know, Jamie," she said a little warily. "I have only ever painted one floral landscape and most of my work is from real life rather than from imagination. I am not sure how it would be approached...." She paused for a few seconds to think, "but I do like the concept .... I think I would like to have a go," she smiled her lovely smile, "What have we got to loose, eh?"

"OK, great," I enthused, "You just tell me what you need; I will give you copies of the plans," I dug a spare set out of my case and handed them to her, "I can provide you with all the pictorial catalogues of plants that you want .... And I will take you out to the site next week if you want to see it, or even work out there .... I shall be there a good part of the week myself."

She thought for a few seconds. "OK, yes, let's do it!" She seemed really enthusiastic now, "I would like to see the garden, to get a feel for the place, and make some sketches whilst I am there to try to bring your plans into 3D ... does that make sense?"

I nodded affirmation. "How is Leslie going to feel about this ... I don't want to cause any waves?"

"Stuff Leslie and the boys! As long as they get fed they won't even notice that I'm not here," she chuckled, "I am going to do something that I want to do for ME for a change." She lowered her voice to a very soft whisper, "Besides, you are going to need to come round to look at my work sometime, and I still have that bed in my studio."

As I made my way to the door I looked in and waved to Leslie and his sons who hardly looked up from their video, an idiot talking animatedly about a fish that he hadn't managed to catch, "G'bye guys, I'm kidnapping your mother next week so you will need to get your own teas for a change!" I called jokingly, they just laughed and waved.

Becca and I clasped hands very briefly and she gave me a friend's kiss lightly on the lips as I left. "I will give you a call on Monday and we can make our arrangements for next week."

I watched her waving from the doorway in my rear view mirror as I drove away. I really liked Becca a whole lot, and I felt that we could both benefit from this idea. If it worked I had a fair amount of confidence that I could get Becca other commissions if she wanted them, I was sure that Georgia Craven would really go for the idea and I needed to visit her next week anyway.

When I got back to the office I walked into a storm of cat calls and whistles from Maggie, Emma and Jack. Maggie made a show of looking at her watch, "Three hours with Ms. Caroline Thunder-Thighs, I'm surprised you can still stand up," she joked.

"Alright you lot," I smiled, "Actually we got a lot of work done, she has agreed to most of the plan, I just need to make a few changes, and we start preparation work and putting in the fences next week." That drew a mocking round of applause. "In fact ... Caroline was very nice, and very professional about the project," I said in a mock serious tone. Then added mischievously, "Actually, she has invited me up to her apartment in London....!"

"Oh no! You are not going," Emma snapped, "YOU ARE NOT BLOODY GOING!" Then she stormed off into her own office and slammed the door, leaving the rest of us rolled up in silent laughter.

I explained about the roof top garden idea and Maggie actually seemed to be quite enthusiastic, "You will need to make room in your own schedule for it, I just haven't got the time." I didn't think it prudent to mention that Caroline specifically wanted me for the job.

"What do you think Jack?" I asked.

He put on his country yokel act, "Bloody roof gardens, whatever next, you ent getting' me up any bloody ladders. You silly buggers can do what you like, I'm off home, G'night." He stopped at the door and looked back, "Come and see me when you start thinking about what plants to use .... You may need to think about plants that don't need too much watering and can stand up to wind exposure, I'll put some thought into it."

He stumped off down the stairs and I turned to Maggie. "What do you REALLY think, should I take it on ... it will be a long commute for a couple of weeks at least, and I would need to take one of the guys some days?"

"Yes, I think we should do it, it will be a prestige job for the portfolio, that will be seen by influential people who could be potential customers in the longer term, most city people live in the commuter belt .... Besides if necessary you could probably scrounge a bed with Uncle Arthur or one of the twins." She beamed at me mischievously, "Always providing Ms. Thunder-Thighs lets you out of her bed from time to time."

"I still think she is quite cute," I said to tease her. "But if you really don't want me to sell my body to get the company new contracts.... Then I shall have to take my pleasures elsewhere..." With that I swept her up into my arms in a bear hug and swung her around the office, pretending to try and kiss her whilst she pretended to try and fight me off.

We were both laughing hysterically, "Help, HELP, Emma come and rescue me, "She shouted, "Your brother is trying to rape me!"

Emma burst into the office just as we both lost balance and collapsed into a writhing, giggling heap on the floor. "What the fuck!" she exclaimed still a bit angry with me, and then burst out laughing as well. "Will you two never stop pissing about, he's the same with Mum, you know."
"Has Mum called to say what time she will be home?" I managed to ask as I got up and heaved Maggie to her feet as well.

"Yes, she should be in about eight, she said to remind you that you promised to take us out to dinner."

"Indeed I will, "I said still chuckling," You will come as well won't you Maggie? I've booked a table at the Ship Inn for eight-thirty." I turned to Emma, "Get Maggie to tell you about Caroline's apartment ... it's not what you think... Oh, and I am sorry for teasing you, Sis."

As usual dinner at the Ship Inn at Burcombe was excellent but we decided to skip coffees and I drove us home. Maggie usually got the chore of picking us all up when we went out as a family and so, for a change I had collected her in Gwen's car and would run her home later.

I made hot chocolates for us all and Emma came in with another of our childhood games that she had rescued from the attic. This time it was snakes and ladders and the four of us sat on the sitting room carpet and played the game, and cheated outrageously and laughed and just enjoyed each other.

I noticed that Gwen was starting to look really tired, she had a long hard week, it was getting late and she was starting to nod off. Maggie had also noticed and nudged me, looked at her watch and suggested that it was time for me to take her home.

"You don't have to go Mags," Gwen mumbled sleepily, "Sleep in the spare room tonight and then stay for lunch tomorrow." She stretched her arms wide and gave a massive yawn, "Whatever you lot decide, just do not wake me up until breakfast in the morning, I'm going to bed, I'm seriously knackered."

"I'll take your bag upstairs," I said, I had noticed it still standing in hall as we came in. I left her to say goodnight to the others and carried her bag up to her room, closing the door behind us as soon as she came in.

She looped her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to hers so that we could kiss for the first time in nearly a week. As usual her mouth was soft and gentle and our tongues just gently flicked at each other, we could have stayed like that for ever but it just was not possible. I put my hands on her buttocks and pressed her close to me for one too brief moment. "You had better go back down," she whispered, "We can try and get some time together tomorrow before I go back to Bournemouth."

I heard Emma clumping up the stairs and darted to the door and opened it, "Good night, Mum ... sleep well." I called over my shoulder.

"Maggie is staying, I need to get her one of Mum's night dresses and a dressing gown," Emma said barging past me into Gwen's room. She returned with the garments, "I'll put them in the double guest room and then I'm going to bed as well .... You two can stay up all night if you want, I don't care."

She reached up and gave me a kiss on the cheek and then suddenly grabbed a handful of the front of my shirt and pushed her face close to mine. "Just don't let me find out that you've been screwing that Caroline woman, she sounds just too much like that Kristen Olsen .... And you had better not be screwing her either!" She kissed me again, harder and longer on the lips holding me against her by my shirt front. She released me suddenly causing me to stagger back a step.

"Christ Ems, you shouldn't do that .... I am your brother you know...." As I said it I realised how hypocritical I was being. I was sleeping with my mother, fucking my cousins, seriously lusting after my aunt and here I was moralising about my sister kissing me the wrong way because she was going through a teenage crush.

"Yes, I DO know!" she hissed and banged her bedroom door as she went in.

I went back down to Maggie in the sitting room and we sat on the settee for a half an hour or so, me at one end and her at the other, her eyes closed and her feet in my lap as we sipped at a couple of whiskeys she had poured for us. I was gently massaging her feet, partly because she found it soothing and partly to keep them in a place where she would not accidentally find the erection that having her feet in my lap had brought on.

"I'm thinking of taking your mother on holiday," she said suddenly, out of the blue. "She has not had a proper holiday since before your father left, and neither have you."

"I know but we have been so busy... and the landscaping and contract work .... "

"We are more than OK, we can cover it .... I'm not talking about next week, just sort yourself out some time off and put it in the diary, bugger off to the Costa del Sol or something for a week or ten days." She was correct of course, we all did need a break "I'm taking some time off in May," she added, "I shall spend time with the twins when they come home and then go back to France with them for a week or so, I shall ask Gwen if she wants to come with us."

"Yes, that's a great idea," I enthused, "She has been really tired recently and could do with a break. Can't you take Emma with you as well, she's being a pain in the arse again for some reason?"

She laughed, "One of us has to stand guard over you, we don't dare leave you on your own with the likes of Caroline Brookes and Philippa Shelby waiting to pounce." She grinned evilly, "Which reminds me .... Don't you think that Ms Thunder-Thighs looks a bit like Kristen Olsen...?" Actually she was right; she did, except that Caroline was far more mature and a lot tougher, with a mind like a steel trap.

We finished our drinks, hugged and she went up to her room whilst I pottered about in the kitchen washing up the mugs and glasses, and then went to bed, thinking about the possibilities of holiday venues I knew that I should go away somewhere rather than just spend a week working in our own garden but I just couldn't get enthusiastic about where to go.

The holiday issue was resolved to some degree the next morning by Gwen herself when Maggie raised the subject over breakfast.

"It's a lovely idea, Mags," she said, kicking me under the table before I could say anything, "But I will be starting this new teaching post at the beginning of May and I think that I am going to have to take my holidays between semesters as I shall be working at the Technical College some of the time."

"Why don't you take Emma?" I suggested, this time seriously. It was a totally selfish suggestion, if Emma was away with Maggie then Gwen and I would have the house to ourselves for a week or more.

"Oh yes, please Auntie Maggie, I would love to spend time with Lulu and Luci, and Mummy renewed my passport a couple of years ago when I went on a school trip."

"Why not? If Emma gets me up to speed with doing the payroll for the part-timers, I can manage everything without a problem." I added.

"OK, I would love you to come," Maggie told Emma, then turned to me, "I still meant what I said last night .... I want YOU to take a proper holiday as well, and you should think about it as well Gwen," she added.

It was another dull rainy day but we had not planned to do anything special, just stay at home. The girls had clustered in the sitting room and were already discussing holiday clothes and the like so I started to get lunch prepared in the kitchen; I was cooking baked gammon with rhubarb and ginger sauce, glazed baby carrots and parsnips, baby potatoes, and a Tudor Pudding for desert. I had soaked the joint overnight and changed the water so that I could let it simmer in the hob for a couple of hours before going into the oven. By the time that I had rolled out the suet pastry for the Tudor Pudding and drained the soaked, dried fruit the second pan of water was boiling and I made the dumpling, tied it into a cloth and put it on the hob to simmer until ready to eat. I had chosen both dishes because they were some of Gwen's favourites.

We all shared the washing up fatigues after lunch and as we finished Gwen nudged me conspiratorially, "I am just going to drive down to the filling station to top up the car for tonight's drive back to Bournemouth, and get some cigarettes," she announced making her way to the back door.

"I'll come with you," I added as casually as possible, "We can call in at the office there are some notes that I forget to bring home that I want to look at tonight." I almost ran out of the door and jumped into her car before anybody else offered to join us.

We filled up her car with petrol and then drove over to the garden centre. I could see that Jack had been in to check the greenhouses in the morning but there was nobody else on site. I collected my file from the office and then we let ourselves into the staff room and sat down on the old upholstered couch and just held each other and kissed for as long as we dared.

"I've been thinking about holidays," Gwen said as we drove home, "Mags is right we both need to get away ..... Preferably together." She giggled, "Do you think we could take a sailing holiday just the two of us, we used to do that when you were younger, Emma hates boats and if you were away Maggie would need to work. We could go down to Falmouth, charter a boat for the week."

"God, that sounds great!" I had always loved the week that Mum and I had every summer sailing in Cornwall, once, Dad had come as well, but Emma really didn't like it so had usually stayed with Maggie or friends, it had mostly been just the two of us.

"Nothing is more openly discreet that two family members sleeping on their boat, nobody would even notice."

"Perhaps we need to get our situation into focus a bit," she said seriously, "We still need to be careful, but mothers and sons DO go on holiday together, sons DO take their mother out sometimes, we have always done it in the past so why shouldn't we allow ourselves a little bit of freedom sometimes, without constantly looking over our shoulders?"

Maggie was with Emma in her bedroom going through her wardrobe when we got back and they did not seem to have noticed that we had been gone over an hour. I wasn't long but at least we had managed a short time alone together and now had our holiday to look forward to later in the year. We agreed not to say anything about sailing in Cornwall until Gwen had got the working schedules for her new job.

Gwen left for Bournemouth about eight and dropped Maggie off on the way. "I really miss Mum when she's away," Emma said as we went back into the house after seeing them off.

"Yes, I do too," I said truthfully.

We both went to our own rooms and I selected a recording of Handel's Music for Fireworks, but had hardly started listening to it when the telephone rang down in the hall. It stopped and I could hear Emma talking, I guessed it was one of her friends and then she tapped on my door and poked her face in.

"It's for you .... It's that skinny, blonde girl from the Cedars Retirement Home, er, Janet. She sounds upset!"

I went down, picked up the 'phone and sat on the bottom stair. "Hello, Janet? What is it, are you OK?"

I could hear her sobbing at the other end of the line. "Jamie, I'm sorry to bother you," she sniffed, "I didn't know who else to call .... Mrs.Harvey is away and I don't really know many people ....." Distressed her Yorkshire accent was quite pronounced.

"It's OK, just calm down and tell me where you are and what's happened." She was obviously out somewhere as I heard her putting coins into the telephone call box.

"I'm on the A360 near Church Bottom ... my car has broken down ... a man helped me to push it off the road and drove me to this 'phone box .... I can't get the AA or a garage to come out until tomorrow .... And I can't get a taxi!"

Not being able to get taxi in the sticks on a Sunday night was no big surprise. "It'll be OK, just stay there and I will come and get you .... I think I know just where you are, beside a big chestnut tree, yes?"

"Thank you Jamie, it's wet and it's dark and I'm frightened!"

I hung up and chased up to my room for the car keys and then fished my wax jacket and a fleece out of the lobby closet, I didn't know if she even had a coat with her. As I reached for the door Emma was suddenly right behind me.

"What's going on Jay, that girl sounded terrible ... what have you done to her?"

"It's nothing that I have done," I laughed, "She has got herself stranded and I need to go and pick her up, I'll explain when I get back....unless you want to come with me? She didn't.

Church Bottom was a back lane out in the middle of nowhere about five miles north from Salisbury, nothing but fields for a couple of miles in either direction, I guessed that it would pretty frightening for a young city girl, alone in the dark. Even though it was now raining quite hard the traffic was light and I spotted the light from the telephone kiosk after about fifteen minutes driving.

Janet was still standing inside the box and so I did a U turn in the road and pulled up and flung the passenger door open. She was wearing a waterproof coat so was perfectly dry but looked tiny and frightened sitting beside me.

She tried to explain to me what had happened as we drove towards the Cedars on the Old Blandford Road. She had been to the afternoon matinee at the Palace Cinema in Devizes and had broken down on the way home, not something that you wanted to do on a Sunday evening, very few garages worked Sundays and the Automobile Association were usually only operating a skeleton service.

I pulled into the drive at the Cedars and drove straight around to the back of the building and the kitchen entrance. The whole place seemed to be in darkness and there were no cars in the car park, just a bicycle leaned against the wall by the back door.

"The residents will all be in their rooms, either asleep or watching television and Liam, the night carer, will be in the front reception office."

I walked to the door and into the kitchen with her; she made no attempt to switch on a light, "Will you be OK now?"

"I still feel really shitty... look my hands are shaking .... I really did get frightened you know. Do you need to leave straight away?"

I put my arms around her and hugged her comfortingly, "Not at all ... do you want me to make you a cup of tea, or something?"

"Yes, but not down here ... you had better come up to my room, I've got my own kettle and fridge."

We made our way up the rear staircase; her room was on the third floor, one of the old servant's rooms in the attics from when it had been a private house. It was a surprisingly large bed sitting room, probably two garrets knocked into one, there was a tiny kitchenette at one end with a small sink, fridge, a gas ring and a kitchen unit on which were an electric kettle and toaster. At the other end of the room was a wardrobe and single bed, obviously unmade from the previous night, the duvet crumpled and turned back. There were two very old upholstered armchairs, and a small round table and two chairs in the middle of the room.

She crossed the room and switched on an old fashioned standard lamp with a fringed shade and then turned off the overhead light, pulled the curtains over the window and then kicked off her shoes and flopped into one of the chairs, she really did seem to still be quite upset. Her hands were shaking and her bottom lip was quivering a little bit.

Janet seemed to be wearing almost the same outfit that she had worn the last time that I saw her socially; a stone washed denim skirt with dark grey leggings, and the same grey off the shoulder top. I guessed she probably couldn't have a large wardrobe on a trainee carer's salary, but she looked cute and sexy even thought her make-up was a bit smudged from crying and her mousey blonde hair was a bit windblown.

I investigated her little kitchen and found tea bags and instant coffee and boiled the kettle. "Tea or coffee?" I asked pulling a couple of mugs from a wooden mug tree.

"Tea please... there is milk in the 'fridge, and sugar in the cupboard, if you want it .... I'm just going to the bathroom to clean up ... I won't be a minute." She unhooked a robe that was hanging on the back of the door and left the room; I heard her on the stairs and guessed that the bathroom must be on the next floor down. When she returned she had removed her make-up and tied her hair back into a pony tail and was wearing a floor length cotton robe, white with tiny blue chintzy flowers and carrying her top, skirt and leggings over one arm. She dumped her clothes unceremoniously onto the table and flopped back down into one of the chairs, whilst I brought the drinks over and sat in the other.

"Thank you so much for rescuing me," she smiled wanly. "I really am not much of a country girl ... I am more comfortable with bright lights, rows of shops and lot's of traffic, Leeds is always busy, even on Sunday evening."

We chatted about nothing much for several minutes and she assured me that she would be able to sort out getting her car towed in the next day. I had just finished my coffee when we heard the sound of a car pulling up the gravel drive and into the staff car park at the rear.

"That will be Mrs. Harvey," she said. "She always visits her sister on Sundays."

"Will she mind me being here?" My car in the drive was a real give away. I started to get up, "I had probably better go."

"No really, she is fine about visitors as long as they don't come in late and wake the residents and make too much noise leaving." She got up and came up close to me and put her hand on my arm, "Please don't go yet, I don't want to be alone."

Without her shoes she only came up to my chin, I tipped her face up and kissed her lightly on the lips, she didn't object and so I pulled her in to me, my hands lightly exploring her back and waist, my finger tips telegraphed that she was wearing bra and panties beneath robe but nothing else. I probed her lips with my tongue until her mouth opened enough to allow our tongues to touch and mingle and I could feel her starting to breathe a little more heavily into my mouth.

She slid her arms around me and I could feel her trimmed finger tips lightly scratching at my back through the fabric of my t-shirt and realised that I already had an erection which was pressing through my jeans against her thigh, she didn't move away but I could feel her leg quivering slightly against mine. I slid my hands down to her small, firm flat arse and pulled her closer and she responded by wriggling tighter against me her two legs straddling one of mine so that she was almost mounted on my thigh. I pushed it forward so that it was firm against her crotch and her pussy was pressed hard against my thigh and felt her whole body relax and lean into me, her mouth making deeper and stronger demands from our kissing.

"Oh Jamie, this is so good... I feel better already."

I guided her slowly across the room, arms still around each other and lips lightly kissing and nibbling, until I felt the back of her legs were touching against the side of the bed. I brought my hands up to rest on her shoulders and then slid them slowly down, over her breasts and ribs until I reached the tie belt at her waist and tugged it free so that the robe started to fall open and I could slide my hands inside. The bare skin of her firm, narrow waist was cool and smooth, I slid my finger tips into the waist band of her plain white cotton knickers and ran them around just gently peeling the fabric away from her body and felt her take a small sharp intake of breath.

I paused, this tiny girl seemed so fragile and I wasn't sure if her responding to me was because she wanted to or simply a re-action to her fright earlier in the evening. I certainly had no intention of even trying to use 'The Touch' on her it would not have been right or fair. I sensed that she wanted more but I could be sure and I didn't want to force her.

She must have sensed my reluctance. "What's the matter, Jamie? Why have you stopped?"
I looked down into her face, it looked clean and fresh scrubbed and very young, although she was actually several months older than me, but her eyes were bright and clear and full of promise.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

She didn't answer with words but reached up to bring her lips back to mine and at the same time her hand snaked down to grasp the back of mine and guide it beneath the fabric of her panties until I could feel the soft warmth of a small patch of soft curly fluff and then my fingers were being pressed against the cleft of her pussy. Her hand withdrew and she looped her arms around my neck hugging me tightly and panting softly into my ear as my finger found her clit, tiny and concealed in it's soft hood and started to gently rub and caress until I could actually feel it starting to become engorged.

"Let's lay down .... My legs are starting to get numb ...." She murmured, then tweaked at my t-shirt, "And, we can't do IT with you still dressed." She giggled quietly and started tugging at my belt buckle whilst I pulled my t-shirt over my head and gently peeled the dressing gown back over her shoulders until it fell away and she was standing against me in just a soft white cotton sports bra and her knickers. My fingers found the hooks between her shoulders and the bra fell away revealing tiny round breasts with quite large pink aureolas and little bud nipples.

She stepped out of her panties then backed away and crawled into the bed pulling the duvet half over her as I kicked off my jeans, shorts and socks and climbed in beside her. It was a very narrow single bed and I had to lie half over her from the start to stop from slipping off.

We kissed again and I pressed my lips into the nape of her neck nuzzling and painting tiny circles and swirls on her skin with the tip of my tongue. I felt her back arch slightly and she made a series of soft low moans against my ear.

"Touch me... please touch me, I want you to touch my whole body."

One arm came up and crooked around the back of my neck and the other hand found mine and brought it up to cover her small breast which was almost flat as she rested on her back. My fingers found and plucked at her nipple and I was surprised how quickly it reacted to my touch, the aureola becoming deep pink and the nub swelled and became elongated, enlarged out of all proportion to her tiny breast. She gasped sharply as I squeezed it.

"Oh fuck, that is fantastic!" I was a little bit surprised, it was the first time that I had ever heard Janet swear at all, her voice had become husky with lust and her northern accent very pronounced. "Do you think my nubbies are big? Do you like them big?"

I moved my hand to the other breast and tweaked and pinched the other nipple until it was long and hard and hot and then brought my lips down to nibble and suck on them, first one and then the other and then back again. "They are super, I just love them." I spluttered as I drew as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, sucking and flicking at the nipple with my tongue.

She was bucking and twisting beneath me her breath coming in little short pants and gasps, and her face was flushed and pink from trying not to cry out. I was sure that if she lost control she would scream and howl and wake the whole house, but she didn't. Her thrashing was causing me serious problems; my prick was erect and the friction of her writhing beneath me was causing me to leave a moist trail of pre-cum on her thigh and I was in serious danger of losing control and shooting my load before we even got to screwing.

I could feel her pussy, very moist and hot against my thigh, she was humping her clit against me and I reached down to roll it beneath my finger tip, slipping my finger deep inside her to draw her juices up to lubricate her labia and tiny clit. She moaned and her hand moved to clutch my buttocks squeezing and tugging me further over her until my throbbing shaft was poised over her pussy, my knees between hers pushing them part to give easy access to her crotch.

"Oh God! Oh Yes! Do me .... I want you to do me..... Oh fuck! QUICKLY!"

Her hips were jerking spasmodically making it hard for me to find her and my glans thrust and rubbed against her pussy lips and clit until finally I managed to guide it to the hot moist entrance to her vagina. My length slid into her easily and in a single thrust, my balls banging hard against her bum, her love tube hot and very wet and not at all as tight as I had imagined it would be.

She locked her slender legs around mine her knees raised high and her heels drumming on my buttocks as I started to piston into her in long hard strokes, each thrust driving as deep as it would go then pulling back almost to the point of withdrawal before ramming in again with the whole force of my back and thighs.

Janet was panting and moaning softly and both hands were now clamped hard over her mouth to stop herself crying out and the top of her head was bumping against the thick padded velvet bed-head with each thrust that I made into her.

Our fucking was urgent and hard and couldn't last for too much longer and I felt myself poised on the point of climax. I really hadn't realised that she was ready too, but suddenly she jerked hard, just once, thrusting her hips upwards and impaling herself violently onto me, her whole body spasmed and shook and her heels drummed savagely against the backs of my legs and she was beating me about the shoulders with her tiny clenched fists.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She panted. Then with a final quiver flopped back and went limp beneath me.

I was so close to my own orgasm, but not there yet. I just lay still on top of her my erection still deep inside her vagina, just throbbing in tiny pulses with the need to release which was being denied by our inactivity. Slowly, she started to move her hips in little circular movements causing her pussy to caress my prick, it wasn't real fucking, but it was blissful and continued for long minutes, I concentrated on my balls willing them to hold back because the sensation of being pussy wanked was so good.

It was impossible to hold back forever and I felt the juices rushing to release and raised myself up and gave one hard violent thrust into her as my volcano erupted and I shot stream after stream of jiz powerfully into her already wet cavern. Then it was my turn to collapse sated across her, we lay for several minutes my half limp dick still inside her until she wriggled free.

"Christ Jamie, you are so heavy..." she chuckled. "But didn't we do well!" She seemed to think that very funny and I vaguely remembered the expression as a catch phrase from a television games show.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to crush you." I mumbled.

"You didn't really," she giggled, "God, but that was fun wasn't it? You are definitely the best screw outside of Yorkshire ... you can rescue me any time you feel like it."

I desperately need a pee and she gave me directions to the bathroom, I got dressed and went down to the next floor and when I came back she had put her dressing gown back on and was wearing a pair of towelling slippers.

"I'll come down with you to the back door so that you don't get lost," she whispered, "It would cause a riot if you wandered in on one of the old ladies .... some of them would probably like it though, they can be randy old bitches at times."

We stood in the doorway and exchanged a light kiss but neither of us made any effort to secure a date for another hook up. She waved once as I drove slowly down the gravel drive trying to make a silent departure and then she went in and closed the door.

I still wasn't sure that I was really keen about Janet, she was a nice girl, but we had little in common and I still believed that we would bore each other very quickly as we had few mutual interests... except shagging... Janet had turned out to be nowhere near as innocent and helpless as she liked to make out, I wasn't complaining but I was glad that I hadn't used 'The Touch' with her, I had seriously considered it as an option earlier. I wasn't sure if it would work on a partner who was unwilling or seriously reluctant and I was not about to try to find out, I might have been turning into a sex addict but I definitely was not a pervert or rapist, there were enough willing women in the world who maybe just needed a nudge.

It was only just after eleven-fifteen when I got home. Emma was still up, waiting for me.

"Where the fuck have you been!" She stormed as soon as I got in.

"Hey! Don't talk to me like that ... "

"I'm sorry Jay, I was worried about you ... I thought something bad might have happened."

I explained about Janet's car breaking down and having to run her home as I made us both hot chocolate.

"She was really upset and so I stayed for a cup of coffee and tried to calm her down."

"What for three fucking hours... " I raised an eyebrow, "Sorry!" She added.

"We were talking. Anyway Mrs. Harvey came home so we weren't alone in the house if that's what you are worried about." Well, it wasn't a total lie and she seem to accept it and it calmed her temper. I did know what was wrong with Emma again the past few days, maybe it was a hormone thing?

We finished our chocolates and said goodnight and then went upstairs. Emma went to her room and I took a quick shower pulled on my silk sleeping shorts, and then went to mine. The door was open and the light was out but I didn't think anything of it. I wandered across the dark room and draped my jeans over the back of my desk chair and went to switch on the reading light by my arm chair when I realised that Emma was sitting there.

"What are you doing here?" I asked a little impatiently, flicking on the light. She was wearing nothing but a long white t-shirt and I could clearly see the points of her small nipples through the fabric. I could already discern the dark patch which was her pubic hair peeking from beneath the edge of her t-shirt and as hard as I tried to turn away, I couldn't, I was compelled to look. Just looking was enough; I felt the start of an erection causing a bulge which appeared much larger than it was in the loose silk shorts. She would have needed to be blind not to see it, it was only a couple of feet from her face.

"Get the fuck out of here, Emma!" I snapped angrily. "Go to your own room .... Please."

For once she didn't get angry or emotional. She just got up and started towards the door. "I just wanted to say good night." She said lightly, then turned and came back and before I could stop her pressed herself close against me trapping my erection between us and kissed me lightly on my bare chest. "I love you Jay!" She spun away quickly and skipped lightly out of the door. "Now I know that you like me as well," she threw back over her shoulder. Now she sounded happy and cheerful?

I kicked the door closed behind her, bruising my bare foot. "What is wrong with that girl?" I muttered out loud. I got into bed but my last thoughts were not of Janet with whom I had shared a great shag that evening, but of Emma's pointed little nipples showing through that t-shirt and the dark shadow of fluff beneath.

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Addendum

To the reader

A sincere thank you to all the readers who continue to post comments and send e-mails your encouragement is greatly appreciated. I am sorry if new chapters are taking a little more time to appear; I shall try to continue posting them every few days.

Some of the earlier chapters are being revised as orphan paragraphs and missed amendments are coming to light as I sort through the masses of random jottings that make up this story.

At this time I have just posted the updated version of CHAPTER 1 : JAMIE'S STORY and several other parts have had minor corrections of typos and punctuation errors.