Chapter 2

I grabbed both our bags, slinging one over each shoulder, and walked after her to the house. She opened the front door and I followed her inside. There was a wide pine staircase running up the left hand wall, the central part of each stair covered with the same deep, rich, burgundy coloured carpet as the floor. There was an ornate mirror hung on the wall to the right above an gold and glass table. With a matching coat and umbrella stand. The subdued, matching colours showed good taste as well as money.

Ester shut the door behind me. “You can leave my bag here,” she said, before walking down the hall and opening a door at the far end. I dropped her bag, walked after her and found myself in the kitchen. It was one of those large kitchens where the eating area is separated from the cooking area by a long counter, what the Americans call a breakfast bar.

“I’ll show you where you’ll be living,” she walked towards the back door. “It’s attached to the house, but there is no direct internal access.”

She dropped her panties onto the counter. I followed her as she went through the back door and almost immediately turned left into what was clearly an extension to the house. We walked straight into a small bedroom, at least there was a small bed in the room.

“You have a little kitchen through there,” Ester pointed at a door in the opposite wall. “And a bathroom in there,” she indicated a door in the side wall.

I stuck my head through the first door and found myself looking into a long narrow kitchen. There was a fridge and cooker with pots and plates lying on top. And a big window which overlooked the front lawn and let in loads of light. Next I turned to the bathroom. It was even smaller. Just a shower cubical, a toilet and a wash basin. But it was all that I needed.

When I stepped back into the main room I found Ester sitting on the bed with her legs apart and her skirt pulled right up. I stopped, amazed by the appetite of this woman.

She looked up at me and smiled. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open to reveal her breasts cupped in a white lace bra. She put her hands behind her on the bed and lent back, arching her back and lifting her breasts towards me. She was breathing heavily and I could see the muscles of her stomach work and her breasts gently squeezed within her bra as she took each breath.

Before I consciously realized the full extent of my desire my penis was erect again. She looked down at the bulge and smiled to herself. I dropped my bag, peeled off my T-shirt and pulled open my jeans. Kneeling between her legs I slipped my arms around her body and pulled her to me. Our lips and tongues met in a passionate kiss. And her legs wrapped around my hips as she slid off the bed onto my lap. I took my hand from her to fumble with my boxer shorts and free my erection. As soon as it was untangled she lifted herself up and sank down onto it. I easily pushed up deep into her.

We both started to orgasm immediately. I felt the tension in my balls as her vagina tightened around my shaft. She lifted her head right back and let out a long, deep moan, as our bodies pumped against each other. My breathing was fast and my thrusts hard and sharp. Her reaction to me was just as intense. I could feel her building to her climax and knew that I couldn’t hold back mine. I started to come. At each thrust I shot a spurt up into her. At each spurt she moaned and tensed against me in her own pleasure.

Five minutes later we lay against each other, exhausted and covered in sweat. Slowly our breathing returned to normal.

She stood up and started to button her blouse. “You keep this up and I’ll have to give you a pay rise,” she smiled.

I smiled up at her as I continued to kneel there.

“Come on,” she tucked her blouse back into the waistband of her skirt and walked towards the door. “I’ll show you the rest of the place.”

I stood and buttoned up my jeans as I followed her out side.

She walked to a shed opposite the kitchen door. “This is the tool shed,” she opened the door to let me look inside. “I don’t know exactly what tools are in there, but if you need anything else just ask and I’ll give you the money to buy it.”

I glanced inside at the rows of tools neatly stacked and placed on hooks on the walls. “It looks quite comprehensive,” I said. “Well stocked,” I added as she closed the door.

“Yes,” she smiled ruefully. “‘Well stocked’, that about sums me up.”

“Sorry?” I didn’t understand what she meant.

“On, nothing,” she brightened up. “Back this way we have a patio and a swimming pool.”

“Swimming pool?” I knew then she had more money than I’d thought at first.

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