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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Part two
Without any real plan on what to say, I decided to log back into Fab and hopefully think of a message to send to Doris and Cecil.
As I was getting my phone out of my pocket it pinged. There was a message from Sarah. I opened the message to read: “How are you fixed for work? Debbie has been on the phone. Her and Chris have loads of decorating they need doing and would like it done during this lockdown. xxx”
Debbie and Chris were friends of Sarah’s. I knew them to chat to but apart from sharing a beer at the odd barbecue they had hosted; I didn’t really know them. She was a looker and okay to chat to, but he came over as a bit of a self-righteous twat.
As we were in lockdown, I didn’t want to break any rules. I was happy to do outside work but indoors was still a no no.
“I can do any outdoors stuff they need but indoors is not possible. Free later this week if they want? xxx” I typed and sent back.
“Okay, I’ll let them know. xxx” Sarah replied.
Opening Fab up, I saw another unread message. Tapping the message folder again, I saw it was from ‘You dirty man’ and it was title ‘Hi again’. Oh fuck!
I opened the message to see a picture of my van! Not only was it my van, but it was my van, parked in my yard! I got up to look out of the window. The image in the photo showed the van in exactly the same position it was in right now! The picture must’ve been taken in the last five minutes or so!
Rushing out of the door I ran to the entrance of the yard. I looked up and down the service road and didn’t see anything moving, no cars parked nearby, not a soul in sight.
This was starting to get to me now. I was wondering what they were playing at. Deciding that I needed to get that question answered I returned to the office and started to type a reply to the photo message.
“Hi Cecil and Doris. Many thanks for your message and the picture. I’d really like to meet you both and have a chat. Is that an option? Cheers, Steve.”
Reading it over to see it was ok, I hit the Send message icon. I could see they were online, the little blue dot told me they were currently active.
As soon as the message was sent, my phone dinged with a normal message. Closing Fab, I opened my phone messages. There was one from a mobile number that wasn’t registered on my phone. Opening it up, it read:
“Hi Steve. I got your number from Sarah, it’s Debbie here. Sarah says you are free to do some work at ours later this week. Would you like to pop round and we can discuss what needs to be done? X”
Deciding it was best to do something to get my mind off my predicament with Cecil and Doris I replied, “Yes, I can come to yours now if you are both free?”
I saved her number under Debbie and Chris and opened Fab back up.
‘1 unread message’.
A shiver ran down my spine and my heart rate quickened. Wondering what Cecil and Doris had said, I opened the messages.
It was from ‘You dirty man’. Without pausing I hit the message and started to read it.
“Thanks for your message Steve. A chat? In time, yes.”
What on earth was that supposed to mean? Then the penny dropped, they were teasing me, making me squirm. Were they even making me beg for mercy?
Taking a sip of my tea, I tried to think it through. How could I reply and actually chat to these people? What would make them meet me now? Determining to get them to commit a clearer time I sent back “Anytime soon?” and sent it back.
Waiting on their reply, I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone rang in my hand! Looking I could see it was Debbie and Chris calling me.
“Hello” I answered.
“Hi Steve” came Debbie’s sing-song voice over the phone. “Chris isn’t here just now, but I can tell you what needs to be done. Are you okay to talk to me about it or do you want Chris there too?”
It was no skin off my nose if that pompous prat was there or not. Probably best he wasn’t, to be honest.
“He doesn’t need to be there, Debbie. I’m sure that if you are like my Sarah, you are the one that knows what needs to be decorated”, I replied in a jocular manner.
She kindly laughed at my reply and said “Well, you blokes need to think you’re in charge, but we all know the truth, eh?”
“That’s what we make you girls believe, Debbie. I will come over now, be there in ten minutes” I let her know.
“That’s fab”.
The word “Fab” jolted me. Did she mean the “Fab”? Or just fabulous? Was she Doris? My mind raced, trying to work out if it was possible. I couldn’t see Chris on a swinger’s site though. He just wasn’t the type. But then, I had learnt there wasn’t really a type on Fab. Could it be?
“You still there Steve?” came Debbie’s sweet tone.
“Eh yeah, right. Leaving now. Meet you outside yours, social distancing and all that, yeah?”
“Right, I’ll put the kettle on”, she responded.
I hung up, locked the office, and jumped into the van. All the way to their house I tried to work out if they were my tormentors. Weighing it all up, I just couldn’t see it. I didn’t know if they drank in the Orchard, and I honestly couldn’t see Chris sharing his gorgeous wife with anyone. I decided that it was extremely unlikely that they were Doris and Cecil.
Pulling into their driveway, for the first time I noticed how large their house was. It was a lovely old place, with lots of exposed wood beams on the outside, wooden fasciae and painted render. To my expert eye, I reckoned it had all been painted in the last couple of years, it looked fine to me. Maybe they needed something doing around the back?
As I stepped out of the van the front door opened and Debbie appeared. She was in her early thirties; long, blondish hair and had a lovely, slender figure. She was wearing a pair of three-quarter length, black, lycra leggings with a matching cropped top. I didn’t think it was that cold, but her nipples were clearly evident through the skin-tight material. In her hands were two cups of tea.
“Hi Steve, I’ll just pop this here”, and she put a cup down on the small wall beside her front door.
“Fab” I said and walked up to fetch the brew, as she moved a respectable distance away. I watched her the whole time, but she showed no reaction to my use of the word ‘Fab’.
We exchanged pleasantries, moaned about the virus and the restrictions, but we both agreed it was what needed to happen.
“Right, let’s show you what needs to be done.”
Debbie led off, and I followed her around the side of the property. She didn’t walk like a normal person, she kind of bounced on the balls of her feet, which accentuated her well-toned legs, from her calf muscles up to her most beautiful, pert arse cheeks. Fuck, she was hot.
“So, you are only happy to do the outside work?” she asked.
“Yeah, I don’t need to be getting this virus” I replied.
“Would it make a difference if I told you that we had been isolating for three months?” she said.
“What? Do you mean you haven’t been in contact with anyone else in three months?”
“Well, Chris has to sort his mum out. It’s because of her that we don’t see anyone else. She’s in the vulnerable category and we don’t want her catching this. That’s where he is now” she informed me.
I nodded my understanding and I let her know that we were in the same boat. Sarah and I hadn’t been near another person since this mess had started.
“Okay”, I said. “I’ll chat it over with Sarah, but I think it should be okay for me to do your indoor work too.”
Debbie smiled and pointed a long, slender fingernail up at the rear fasciae. “I think they could do with another coat”, she said.
I looked at them, they looked better than the front ones!
“Are you sure?” I queried “They look fine from here”.
Ignoring my question, she continued, “And the rear walls could do with brightening up”.
There was quite a bit of work there. I said to her how much it would roughly cost and she didn’t bat an eyelid.
“Should take me a week to do the back of the house, I can start on Wednesday if that’s okay?”
“Lovely”, she purred. “It’ll be good having someone around, other than Chris”.
Looking at her, I noticed that her face was strikingly beautiful. No make-up, perfect, blemish free skin, slightly raised cheekbones, sensuous mouth and piercing blue eyes. We held eye-contact for slightly longer than was necessary, and it sent a thrilling pulse through my head, down, through my rapidly beating heart and straight to my, now stiffening, dick.
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