NEIGHBOURS IN LOVE
Peter’s story
I hated the late night sales meetings. My area is London yet I have to travel up to Northampton every month for a 6 pm meeting that should last for just two hours. In theory that is but more often than not we don’t get away until 10 pm. On this particular night Our sales manager was delayed in a traffic snarl up on the M1 so did not get to our meeting place until 7 pm and it was 10 30 pm before we were able to go back to our homes.
I moved into my small 2-bedroom ground floor flat in Hawkden North London earlier in the year from my home in Somerset to work for Graves and Wilson selling confectionery to the retail trade. I had been the rep for the firm in Somerset for the past 2 years but reorganisation and merger with a larger firm. Wilson became Wilson and Graves and as they already had an established rep in my area I was asked to take over the London area from Bill Turner who had reached retirement age with Wilson and The Graves rep was caught for fiddling sales so was sacked.
I had converted my second bedroom into my office, as apart from cold calling I had a number of established clients who I could contact by phone and they placed their orders by sending me an email. The new partnership of Wilson and graves were well pleased with my performance as for 3 months running I had been the top salesman in the country in my area of North London.
Anyway lets back to the main story. I was driving back through the main street of nearby east Hawk den at almost 12 30 am when I noticed this lady standing by the bus stop, I had seen her on several occasions as she lived a few doors down from me at number 77. I had on the odd occasion said hello and she responded in similar fashion, but nothing more. I pulled up along side the kerb and wound the passenger window down. “If you are waiting for the last bus I am afraid you are out of luck. The last bus was at 11 10 the next one is not due until 5 10 am” Its ok I am waiting for a cab it should have been here 15 minutes ago but I am getting a little annoyed as its late, I thought you were the cab but I see you don’t have taxi on your car, so thank you but I will phone them again” She paused “ I think I know you” she continued I smiled “I should think so I live a few doors from number 77 where you live” .If you want lift maybe I can oblige” I am not sure I do not really know you” she paused and continued, “but then on the other hand it would seem idiotic not to accept since we both live in the same road”.
The journey to our road was just 5 minutes away but it was to be much longer before she got home.
We exchanged names I extended my hand to her and she shook it” I am Peter” I exclaimed I am Julie! Was her response? In the 5 minutes it took to reach our road we knew a little more about each other. She was a legal secretary for a firm in Hawk den. She recently separated from her boy friend of 6 months after a violent row in which he had struck her in the face giving her a black eye and fat lip. She left the flat she was living in with him and moved into 77 Willow way just a couple of months back. Her age quite incidentally was to his surprise 27 the same as his and the same birthday. Was this luck or an omen? He took out his wallet and showed his id card showing his birthday day to confirm that he was telling the truth and she did likewise.
When I invited her into my flat for a good night coffee there was no hesitation on her part. She took off her suede coat and I hung it up on the hook in the hall I admired her elegant figure 5ft 6 slim legs 34 bust petite waist slight brownish colour skin which she told me was from her father who was Italian. Mother English. She crossed her legs as she sat on the sofa and within a few minutes she was sipping her coffee as I sat opposite her. We exchanged more history of ourselves and time seemed to be of no importance. It was 4 am when I looked at the clock and standing up I exclaimed “Julie it has been nice talking to you but as we both have work this morning best we go to bed” I suggested and added quickly “our own beds of course” She smiled at least you are a gentleman, most guys just want to bed me. That my dear Julie will only be possible if we become an item and then only if we both want to” I explained. She stood up and shook my extended hand and kissed my forehead. I responded with a kiss to her cheek and then helped her into her coat. She smiled “I hope we can do this again I have really enjoyed our chat” Ok if you. Are free tonight about 6 pm can I take you out for a meal” I requested. A broad smile crossed her face as she replied “only one condition I pay as I owe you for the ride home last night”. “Can we compromise” I suggested “we go Dutch” “Ok I cant argue with that Peter you are a really nice guy she quipped and I felt her sweet lips on my cheek as she said goodnight!
Julie’s story
I don’t often stay late at the office but my boss Sam Cohen wanted me to type out a few letters of urgency and promised I need not come in until after lunch. I had completed the required letters by 9pm when Sam offered to take me out for dinner and of course I accepted. I was a free agent since I had split with my ex boy friend after he had used violence against me. Sam was over 50 and happily married although his wife was on a family visit to Israel and been away for the past week. He needed somebody to talk to so why not to his secretary. I had worked for Sam for over 3 years and he was a true gentleman and was very consoling when I split with my ex in fact he suggested that I aught have reported him to the police, But I am not a vindictive person and a long drawn out question and answer situation with the law would have been traumatic to me following that incident and the fact shortly before that violent interlude My father had been killed by terrorists whilst he was on location in Nigeria. I was now an orphan, as my mother had died a few days after I was born.
It was past 12 pm when we had finished the meal and Sam offered to drive me home, but just as we were walking out to the car his phone rang and he took the call. After he had finished the call he turned to me and explained that one of his clients had been arrested and he was needed down at the police station ASAP. He pushed a five pound note into my hand and explained “Julie take a taxi home and I will see you at 2 pm tomorrow ok”
I phoned the taxi company and was promised a cab would be with me within 5 minutes. The restaurant was now closed so I waited at the bus stop outside. I kept glancing at my watch the cab was way past the time I was given. I tried to phone again on my mobile but the battery was low and it shut itself off. I was frustrated and hoped that the cab would come soon. I had used this cab company before and they had never let me down.
A car pulled up alongside me was this my cab at last I thought but noticed no taxi sign in the window and as he pulled his window down I noticed the driver was not wearing a badge.
“If you are waiting for the last bus I am afraid you are out of luck. The last bus was at 11 10 the next one is not due until 5 10 am” he informed me. He explained. “Its ok I am waiting for a cab it should have been here 15 minutes ago but I am getting a little annoyed as its late, I thought you were the cab but I see you don’t have taxi on your car, so thank you but I will phone them again” I retorted but I paused and continued as I was ware that I knew the driver. “ I think I know you” I continued He smiled “I should think so I live a few doors from number 77 where you live” .If you want lift maybe I can oblige” I am not sure I do not really know you” I paused and continued, “but then on the other hand it would seem idiotic of me not to accept since we both live in the same road”.
Peter introduced himself for I had often seen him in the road we both lived but only said hello, good morning or good evening to him on a few occasions. He was a good looking fellow 6ft at least with a neat short haircut clean shaven with deep blue eyes and smarty dressed in a good quality suit. I had not really paid much attention to him in the past but thought he looked nice and respectable but never thought we would have more than passing words, although I think that I would like to have had more than just the odd greeting. If this was a secret wish it had come true. Conversation flowed easy with us and had no hesitation when he invited up to his flat or a nightcap. “By the way Julie he asked when is your birthday” I am 27 and born on the 1st of June I replied. Peter’s mouth was wide open as he fumbled through his wallet and pulled out his identity card and showed it to me. There it was in black and White Peter Thompson DOB 1 June 1982 and fished inside my bag and showed him my Id Julie Archer DOB 1 June 1982. The coincidence was it an omen.
I enjoyed talking with peter and it was almost 4 am when he stood up and suggested that as it was late and we both had work that day we should retire to bed. He was quick to add our own beds! This was a guy I could really like he was not like most other guys who wanted sex on the first date. We agreed to go for dinner that evening. I was happy that I had met Peter and was looking forward to our evening together.
It was almost 9 pm when I awoke I thought I would be late for work, but the activity of the evening and earl morning came into mind. Dinner with Sam then he got called away to attend the police station, waiting for the taxi that never came and my knight in shining armour substituted by a shining silver Honda Civic to my rescue. Peter the man I spent 4 hours talking to in his house. I was sure this was love I felt so comfortable in his company and it was if I had known him all my adult life. Well we had exchanged many civil compliments over a period time when our paths crossed in our road. I suppose I did harbour a secret desire that he and I would one day say more than Hello, good morning, good evening, have a nice day, or words of similar content.
I showered ate my cereal all before 9 45 am. I remembered that Peter said he had an appointment at 11 am and would leave his home at 10.30 am. I selected a pair of low cut denim shorts, a yellow T shirt over my white underwear and wore my pink trainers before I decided to visit him, confident he would be pleased to see me.
It was starting to rain as I reached his house door and rang the bell. “who is it” Peter called out “Its me Julie, am I disturbing you Peter.“ I replied
“No of course not” he continued “but give me time to put some clothes on “ “What are you wearing now” I responded “Well I was naked but I just put a towel on” came his chuckling reply. That's OK I seen men in towels before at the gym, ha ha ,I can't wait for you to get dressed as it is raining cats and dogs out here, or should I come back later”. I retorted . Peter opened the door and I walked in. He was wearing a yellow towel that went below his knees. I gently patted his waist with the palm of my hand “Nice strong torso Peter Guess you are a Gym user too.” He chuckled your not so bad yourself very slim and petite”. He paused for breathe and continued “Which gym do you use” “Walkers in the High street Mondays and Thursdays” he informed me. Then passed me a cup of coffee and I sat down on the stall by the table and let my legs dangle a few inches from the floor . My 5ft 1 inch was obviously not made for this stool . more suited for Peter who had earlier informed me was 6 foot 4, so when he sat down his feet were firmly on the floor. “I use the same Gym Tuesday and Fridays.” Was Peter's reply. “I hope I am not keeping you as I know you have an appointment at 11 am I interrupted as he was about to speak. “Yes well excuse me but I better get dressed” he exclaimed as he walked towards the kitchen exit “ but don't go I will only be 5 minutes or less”. He had barely exited the kitchen when his mobile on the breakfast bar played a tune that I recognized as only the lonely. He came back into the kitchen holding his towel firmly and took the call. I was feeling naughty wishing the towel would fall and I could see him in all his glory. Having finished the call he put his mobile back on the breakfast bar. He sighed “that was the daughter of my 11 am appointment, He has swine flu and obviously cancelled our meeting”. He sat back down on the stool. “So what do you do now Peter “I enquired. Do some cold calling in the afternoon I suppose” he paused and concluded “what time do you leave for work Julie” I looked down at my watch it was a 5 minutes after 10 am “ In just under 4 hours” I exclaimed. Peter smiled “what can we do together for almost 4 hours” This! I responded as I stood up and held his head in my hands and kissed him full on the mouth . His reaction was what I had envisaged. He lifted me off the stool and I wrapped my legs round his waist . I was aware that he had parted company with is towel more by accident than by intention
Peter's Story
I said goodnight to Julie with a sad reluctance, I was enjoying her company but realized I had to work later that morning and sleep deprivation was not an option when driving in London as one had to have their wits about them with so many idiot drivers on the road. I pulled an extra pillow out of the cupboard and held onto in bed letting my imagine think it was Julie. I had never felt like this in my life before. I was glad I had finally realized my wish to talk with her and now I was smitten, and hoped she felt the same about me. The pillow that I had cuddled that night had somehow slipped down the bed and was between my legs when I woke up it was just after 9 30 am. I had slept for about 5 hours and I hopped it was enough for the rigours of the day. I took a quick shower and went down stairs my towel over my shoulders. I had barely entered the kitchen when the doorbell rang. “Who is it” I enquired It 's me Julie
am I disturbing you Peter.“ she exclaimed “No of course not” I continued “but give me time to put some clothes on “ “What are you wearing now” she enquired “Well I was naked but I just put a towel on” was my instant reply. That's OK I seen men in towels before at the gym, ha ha ,I can't wait for you to get dressed as it is raining cats and dogs out here, or should I come back later”. She requested . I opened the door and Julie entered with a smug smile on her face, She rubbed my stomach with her hand “Nice strong torso Peter ,You go to the gym .” she grimaced “you are very slim and petite”. I continued after a pause “What gym do you go to” “Walkers in the High street Mondays and Thursdays” she informed me. I passed her a cup of coffee and she seated herself on the stall by the table and let her legs dangle a few inches from the floor . “I use the same Gym Tuesday and Fridays.” Was my reply. “I hope I am not keeping you as I know you have an appointment at 11 am she interrupted as I was about to speak. “Yes well excuse me but I better get dressed” I suggested as I went to exit the kitchen “ but don't go I will only be 5 minutes or less”. I was just about to go up the stairs when my towel slipped so I tried to refasten it when my mobile rang and I returned to the kitchen to take the call holding my towel firmly and took the call. It was from a daughter of my client that I was meeting at 11 am She told me her dad had the swine flue and could not keep our appointment. I had finished the call and returned the mobile to the breakfast bar. I sat back down on the stool. “So what do you do now Peter” she enquired. Do some cold calling in the afternoon I suppose” I suggested and concluded “what time do you leave for work Julie” She looked at the clock on the wall “I go to work in 4 hours” she replied. I let a cheeky smile drift across my face and asked her “what shall we do together for 4 hours” This! She responded and after lifting herself off the stool she held my head in her hands and kissed me full on the mouth . My reaction was to embrace her and I stood and she entwined her legs round my his waist . I was aware that my towel had fallen to the floor but was unable to pick it up as Julie was resisting that intention by holding me firm with her legs.It was inevitable she had something else in mind and I was not going to object
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I hated the late night sales meetings. My area is London yet I have to travel up to Northampton every month for a 6 pm meeting that should last for just two hours. In theory that is but more often than not we don’t get away until 10 pm. On this particular night Our sales manager was delayed in a traffic snarl up on the M1 so did not get to our meeting place until 7 pm and it was 10 30 pm before we were able to go back to our homes.
I moved into my small 2-bedroom ground floor flat in Hawkden North London earlier in the year from my home in Somerset to work for Graves and Wilson selling confectionery to the retail trade. I had been the rep for the firm in Somerset for the past 2 years but reorganisation and merger with a larger firm. Wilson became Wilson and Graves and as they already had an established rep in my area I was asked to take over the London area from Bill Turner who had reached retirement age with Wilson and The Graves rep was caught for fiddling sales so was sacked.
I had converted my second bedroom into my office, as apart from cold calling I had a number of established clients who I could contact by phone and they placed their orders by sending me an email. The new partnership of Wilson and graves were well pleased with my performance as for 3 months running I had been the top salesman in the country in my area of North London.
Anyway lets back to the main story. I was driving back through the main street of nearby east Hawk den at almost 12 30 am when I noticed this lady standing by the bus stop, I had seen her on several occasions as she lived a few doors down from me at number 77. I had on the odd occasion said hello and she responded in similar fashion, but nothing more. I pulled up along side the kerb and wound the passenger window down. “If you are waiting for the last bus I am afraid you are out of luck. The last bus was at 11 10 the next one is not due until 5 10 am” Its ok I am waiting for a cab it should have been here 15 minutes ago but I am getting a little annoyed as its late, I thought you were the cab but I see you don’t have taxi on your car, so thank you but I will phone them again” She paused “ I think I know you” she continued I smiled “I should think so I live a few doors from number 77 where you live” .If you want lift maybe I can oblige” I am not sure I do not really know you” she paused and continued, “but then on the other hand it would seem idiotic not to accept since we both live in the same road”.
The journey to our road was just 5 minutes away but it was to be much longer before she got home.
We exchanged names I extended my hand to her and she shook it” I am Peter” I exclaimed I am Julie! Was her response? In the 5 minutes it took to reach our road we knew a little more about each other. She was a legal secretary for a firm in Hawk den. She recently separated from her boy friend of 6 months after a violent row in which he had struck her in the face giving her a black eye and fat lip. She left the flat she was living in with him and moved into 77 Willow way just a couple of months back. Her age quite incidentally was to his surprise 27 the same as his and the same birthday. Was this luck or an omen? He took out his wallet and showed his id card showing his birthday day to confirm that he was telling the truth and she did likewise.
When I invited her into my flat for a good night coffee there was no hesitation on her part. She took off her suede coat and I hung it up on the hook in the hall I admired her elegant figure 5ft 6 slim legs 34 bust petite waist slight brownish colour skin which she told me was from her father who was Italian. Mother English. She crossed her legs as she sat on the sofa and within a few minutes she was sipping her coffee as I sat opposite her. We exchanged more history of ourselves and time seemed to be of no importance. It was 4 am when I looked at the clock and standing up I exclaimed “Julie it has been nice talking to you but as we both have work this morning best we go to bed” I suggested and added quickly “our own beds of course” She smiled at least you are a gentleman, most guys just want to bed me. That my dear Julie will only be possible if we become an item and then only if we both want to” I explained. She stood up and shook my extended hand and kissed my forehead. I responded with a kiss to her cheek and then helped her into her coat. She smiled “I hope we can do this again I have really enjoyed our chat” Ok if you. Are free tonight about 6 pm can I take you out for a meal” I requested. A broad smile crossed her face as she replied “only one condition I pay as I owe you for the ride home last night”. “Can we compromise” I suggested “we go Dutch” “Ok I cant argue with that Peter you are a really nice guy she quipped and I felt her sweet lips on my cheek as she said goodnight!
Julie’s story
I don’t often stay late at the office but my boss Sam Cohen wanted me to type out a few letters of urgency and promised I need not come in until after lunch. I had completed the required letters by 9pm when Sam offered to take me out for dinner and of course I accepted. I was a free agent since I had split with my ex boy friend after he had used violence against me. Sam was over 50 and happily married although his wife was on a family visit to Israel and been away for the past week. He needed somebody to talk to so why not to his secretary. I had worked for Sam for over 3 years and he was a true gentleman and was very consoling when I split with my ex in fact he suggested that I aught have reported him to the police, But I am not a vindictive person and a long drawn out question and answer situation with the law would have been traumatic to me following that incident and the fact shortly before that violent interlude My father had been killed by terrorists whilst he was on location in Nigeria. I was now an orphan, as my mother had died a few days after I was born.
It was past 12 pm when we had finished the meal and Sam offered to drive me home, but just as we were walking out to the car his phone rang and he took the call. After he had finished the call he turned to me and explained that one of his clients had been arrested and he was needed down at the police station ASAP. He pushed a five pound note into my hand and explained “Julie take a taxi home and I will see you at 2 pm tomorrow ok”
I phoned the taxi company and was promised a cab would be with me within 5 minutes. The restaurant was now closed so I waited at the bus stop outside. I kept glancing at my watch the cab was way past the time I was given. I tried to phone again on my mobile but the battery was low and it shut itself off. I was frustrated and hoped that the cab would come soon. I had used this cab company before and they had never let me down.
A car pulled up alongside me was this my cab at last I thought but noticed no taxi sign in the window and as he pulled his window down I noticed the driver was not wearing a badge.
“If you are waiting for the last bus I am afraid you are out of luck. The last bus was at 11 10 the next one is not due until 5 10 am” he informed me. He explained. “Its ok I am waiting for a cab it should have been here 15 minutes ago but I am getting a little annoyed as its late, I thought you were the cab but I see you don’t have taxi on your car, so thank you but I will phone them again” I retorted but I paused and continued as I was ware that I knew the driver. “ I think I know you” I continued He smiled “I should think so I live a few doors from number 77 where you live” .If you want lift maybe I can oblige” I am not sure I do not really know you” I paused and continued, “but then on the other hand it would seem idiotic of me not to accept since we both live in the same road”.
Peter introduced himself for I had often seen him in the road we both lived but only said hello, good morning or good evening to him on a few occasions. He was a good looking fellow 6ft at least with a neat short haircut clean shaven with deep blue eyes and smarty dressed in a good quality suit. I had not really paid much attention to him in the past but thought he looked nice and respectable but never thought we would have more than passing words, although I think that I would like to have had more than just the odd greeting. If this was a secret wish it had come true. Conversation flowed easy with us and had no hesitation when he invited up to his flat or a nightcap. “By the way Julie he asked when is your birthday” I am 27 and born on the 1st of June I replied. Peter’s mouth was wide open as he fumbled through his wallet and pulled out his identity card and showed it to me. There it was in black and White Peter Thompson DOB 1 June 1982 and fished inside my bag and showed him my Id Julie Archer DOB 1 June 1982. The coincidence was it an omen.
I enjoyed talking with peter and it was almost 4 am when he stood up and suggested that as it was late and we both had work that day we should retire to bed. He was quick to add our own beds! This was a guy I could really like he was not like most other guys who wanted sex on the first date. We agreed to go for dinner that evening. I was happy that I had met Peter and was looking forward to our evening together.
It was almost 9 pm when I awoke I thought I would be late for work, but the activity of the evening and earl morning came into mind. Dinner with Sam then he got called away to attend the police station, waiting for the taxi that never came and my knight in shining armour substituted by a shining silver Honda Civic to my rescue. Peter the man I spent 4 hours talking to in his house. I was sure this was love I felt so comfortable in his company and it was if I had known him all my adult life. Well we had exchanged many civil compliments over a period time when our paths crossed in our road. I suppose I did harbour a secret desire that he and I would one day say more than Hello, good morning, good evening, have a nice day, or words of similar content.
I showered ate my cereal all before 9 45 am. I remembered that Peter said he had an appointment at 11 am and would leave his home at 10.30 am. I selected a pair of low cut denim shorts, a yellow T shirt over my white underwear and wore my pink trainers before I decided to visit him, confident he would be pleased to see me.
It was starting to rain as I reached his house door and rang the bell. “who is it” Peter called out “Its me Julie, am I disturbing you Peter.“ I replied
“No of course not” he continued “but give me time to put some clothes on “ “What are you wearing now” I responded “Well I was naked but I just put a towel on” came his chuckling reply. That's OK I seen men in towels before at the gym, ha ha ,I can't wait for you to get dressed as it is raining cats and dogs out here, or should I come back later”. I retorted . Peter opened the door and I walked in. He was wearing a yellow towel that went below his knees. I gently patted his waist with the palm of my hand “Nice strong torso Peter Guess you are a Gym user too.” He chuckled your not so bad yourself very slim and petite”. He paused for breathe and continued “Which gym do you use” “Walkers in the High street Mondays and Thursdays” he informed me. Then passed me a cup of coffee and I sat down on the stall by the table and let my legs dangle a few inches from the floor . My 5ft 1 inch was obviously not made for this stool . more suited for Peter who had earlier informed me was 6 foot 4, so when he sat down his feet were firmly on the floor. “I use the same Gym Tuesday and Fridays.” Was Peter's reply. “I hope I am not keeping you as I know you have an appointment at 11 am I interrupted as he was about to speak. “Yes well excuse me but I better get dressed” he exclaimed as he walked towards the kitchen exit “ but don't go I will only be 5 minutes or less”. He had barely exited the kitchen when his mobile on the breakfast bar played a tune that I recognized as only the lonely. He came back into the kitchen holding his towel firmly and took the call. I was feeling naughty wishing the towel would fall and I could see him in all his glory. Having finished the call he put his mobile back on the breakfast bar. He sighed “that was the daughter of my 11 am appointment, He has swine flu and obviously cancelled our meeting”. He sat back down on the stool. “So what do you do now Peter “I enquired. Do some cold calling in the afternoon I suppose” he paused and concluded “what time do you leave for work Julie” I looked down at my watch it was a 5 minutes after 10 am “ In just under 4 hours” I exclaimed. Peter smiled “what can we do together for almost 4 hours” This! I responded as I stood up and held his head in my hands and kissed him full on the mouth . His reaction was what I had envisaged. He lifted me off the stool and I wrapped my legs round his waist . I was aware that he had parted company with is towel more by accident than by intention
Peter's Story
I said goodnight to Julie with a sad reluctance, I was enjoying her company but realized I had to work later that morning and sleep deprivation was not an option when driving in London as one had to have their wits about them with so many idiot drivers on the road. I pulled an extra pillow out of the cupboard and held onto in bed letting my imagine think it was Julie. I had never felt like this in my life before. I was glad I had finally realized my wish to talk with her and now I was smitten, and hoped she felt the same about me. The pillow that I had cuddled that night had somehow slipped down the bed and was between my legs when I woke up it was just after 9 30 am. I had slept for about 5 hours and I hopped it was enough for the rigours of the day. I took a quick shower and went down stairs my towel over my shoulders. I had barely entered the kitchen when the doorbell rang. “Who is it” I enquired It 's me Julie
am I disturbing you Peter.“ she exclaimed “No of course not” I continued “but give me time to put some clothes on “ “What are you wearing now” she enquired “Well I was naked but I just put a towel on” was my instant reply. That's OK I seen men in towels before at the gym, ha ha ,I can't wait for you to get dressed as it is raining cats and dogs out here, or should I come back later”. She requested . I opened the door and Julie entered with a smug smile on her face, She rubbed my stomach with her hand “Nice strong torso Peter ,You go to the gym .” she grimaced “you are very slim and petite”. I continued after a pause “What gym do you go to” “Walkers in the High street Mondays and Thursdays” she informed me. I passed her a cup of coffee and she seated herself on the stall by the table and let her legs dangle a few inches from the floor . “I use the same Gym Tuesday and Fridays.” Was my reply. “I hope I am not keeping you as I know you have an appointment at 11 am she interrupted as I was about to speak. “Yes well excuse me but I better get dressed” I suggested as I went to exit the kitchen “ but don't go I will only be 5 minutes or less”. I was just about to go up the stairs when my towel slipped so I tried to refasten it when my mobile rang and I returned to the kitchen to take the call holding my towel firmly and took the call. It was from a daughter of my client that I was meeting at 11 am She told me her dad had the swine flue and could not keep our appointment. I had finished the call and returned the mobile to the breakfast bar. I sat back down on the stool. “So what do you do now Peter” she enquired. Do some cold calling in the afternoon I suppose” I suggested and concluded “what time do you leave for work Julie” She looked at the clock on the wall “I go to work in 4 hours” she replied. I let a cheeky smile drift across my face and asked her “what shall we do together for 4 hours” This! She responded and after lifting herself off the stool she held my head in her hands and kissed me full on the mouth . My reaction was to embrace her and I stood and she entwined her legs round my his waist . I was aware that my towel had fallen to the floor but was unable to pick it up as Julie was resisting that intention by holding me firm with her legs.It was inevitable she had something else in mind and I was not going to object
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