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Subject: {ASSM} A Job in the Country Ch.2 2/2(Hetro, slow-lost of storyline)
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------------------- Blurb -------------------
Working as a handy man for a beautiful woman at her country house has
its advantages.
Especially as her husband is away on an extended business trip.
Most especially as her two daughters are also beautiful, as to are
their friends.
And David is willing to take all the perks he is given.
For a young man like David life just couldn't get any better, if he
can only keep up the pace.

Read more of this story at  http://declanstanley.com/erotic/novels/a-
job-in-the-country/
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We talked about this and that while we drove.  About the weather and
how nice it was to get such a good summer after the last few miserable
ones we'd had.  I told her about growing up in a working class area,
going to school every day to try to get good grades in my
examinations, when every week another factory announced that they were
closing down, so that by the time I'd left school there wasn't much
prospect of getting a job.  Then I'd gotten this offer to come down
south and word for Derek and now that hadn't worked out.
"Life is what you make it," Ester told me.   "You have got take each
opportunity as it comes to you.  Grab it while its there and worry
about the repercussions when they happen later.  Other wise you'll
just end up like all the other losers."
She slowed and we turned off the main road.  There was a bunch of
signposts at the corner, but the only one I could make out was for
some nature park and scenic walk.  I never did catch the name of the
local village.
We drove by the entrance to a small housing estate.
"It's beginning to get very built up around here," Ester brushed some
hair from her face.   "There's a lot of new technologies opening up
and we're becoming part of the new commuter belt."
"I see," I replied as we speed into a small village and slowed to stop
at some amber traffic lights.  We where right out side the small car
park that served the train station.
"Yes," she waved around at the picturesque village.   "In a few years
this will all be shopping malls and multi-story car parks."
I looked around.  All there was to see at the moment was an old pub
and a couple of small shops on one side of the station car park, and
on the other was a boutique with a modern front fitted into an old
building and what must have been the smallest branch of a nation wide
supermarket chain.  On the other side of the road was a row of
cottages, which looked as if they'd been thatched until quite
recently.
The lights changed and my head shot back as we took off again.
"We don't live too far outside the village," Ester change up gears and
left the village doing considerably more than the speed limit.   "Just
fare enough to ensure our privacy."
I said, "At this speed you don't live too far away from any where."
Ester laughed.
A few minutes later we took a left down a narrow road.  Then about a
mile further along we came to the entrance to her house.  The tires
crunched gravel as we drove up the driveway.  On either side was a
well kept lawn, but a stand of trees obscured the house until we got
closer.
It was an ordinary house.  Ordinary that is if you had the money to
afford it.  It was a simple two storied red brick house, with fake
Georgian trimmings around the windows and doors.  It was modest for a
woman of her means, only being about five times bigger than the house
were I and my six siblings grew up.
Off to one side was a generous double garage.  Ester fired an infra-
red control at it and the door rose up.  Ester drove the car past it
and crunched to a stop,  before reversing in and parking beside a dark
grey BMW estate.
"My husband's car," Ester said when she saw me staring at it.   "He's
away on business at the moment, due back the week after next." She
opened her door and got out, giving me a glimpse of her bottom before
her skirt fell down.
I looked across and saw a large damp patch on the drivers seat.
"Come on," she walked out of the garage with her panties held loosely
in her hand.   "Bring my bag, would you," she called over her shoulder
before she was lost to sight.
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.
"Yes," she started to walk towards the back of the house.   "I don't
mind if you use it, but of course the family have first preference and
if there're any guests we'd prefer you not to make too much mess."
"Oh, I'll be careful," I said, knowing that she meant that I should
keep to my place.
As we came around the house to the swimming pool we met a young girl
coming in the opposite direction wheeling a bicycle.  She had light
blond hair tied back in a short ponytail, a light tan and startling
blue eyes.
She saw Ester first and said, "Hi, mum." Then I came fully around the
corner and she noticed me.   "Hi," she said, turning her eyes to me
and openly examining me with a look that seemed to take in everything
she saw.
"Hi," I half choked, as my heart skipped into a faster rhythm.
"Good afternoon, Elizabeth," Ester's smooth voice calmed my nerves a
little.   "This is Dave, our new odd-jobs man.  Dave," she half turned
to face me.   "This is Elizabeth, my youngest daughter."
"Pleased to meet you," Elizabeth's gaze hadn't left me for a moment as
her mother spoke.
"Like wise," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, but not
knowing how successful I was.  As she was so openly looking at me I
didn't try to hide the fact that I looked her up and down in return.
She was wearing tight, black lycra cycling shorts with a yellow stripe
along the outside of each leg and a matching yellow T-shirt.  The T-
shirt was baggy, as was the fashion, but you could just make out the
curves of her petite breasts.  Her slender ankles and small feet were
encased in a pair of yellow and black tennis shoes.  And there were
two little parallel scrapes about an inch long just under her left
knee.
"See you later," Elizabeth ended my examination of her by walking pass
us and disappearing around the corner of the house.
"My other daughter, Roslyn, is out with friends today," Ester started
walking again.   "She should be back later this evening."
"O.K.," I followed Ester as she walked along the patio to the edge of
the pool.
"There's nets and stuff for cleaning the pool in the shed," she waved
at a small box beside the wall of the house.   "That's the controls
and filter system over there."
I nodded.  Even though I'd never even seen a private swimming pool
before never mind knew how to maintain one.
Ester walked on again.   "Over there is the tennis court," she pointed
at the high fence behind the garage.   "Its all weather so you won't
need to bother with it much.  But the hedges around it will need
trimming.  And the fence needs to patched up in one or
two places."
"O.K.," I said.   "I'll look into it."
"And that's all really," she led me around the next corner of the
house and up a narrow strip between the wall of the house and the side
of the garage.   "Apart from the lawns and trimming the hedges,
there's nothing much else to do."
Then she looked at me slyly, "But I'll try to keep you busy."
We smiled at each other as she led me back around to the front door.
We walked back into the house and down the hall to the kitchen.
"The dining room and lounge are on the right," Ester waved at the two
doors on that side of the hall.   "And my husband's study is on the
left," she pointed to a closed door under the stairs.   "But you won't
be in there much."
I nodded as she looked pointedly at me.
"A woman, called Mrs.  Mackenzie, comes in three times a week to clean
and tidy.  I'll introduce you to her when she comes tomorrow," she
opened the kitchen door and walked in.
I followed and found Elizabeth bent over looking in the fridge.  The
fridge faces the door from the hall and as I entered I could plainly
see the outline of her firm buttocks encased in the tight lycra as she
rummaged in the bottom of the fridge.
My heart skipped and my balls tightened at the sight.  Then she
straightened up and her T-shirt fell down to cover her again.    "I
was just making myself a sandwich, Mum," she carried a jar of
mayonnaise and a packet of ham over to the counter, were half a loaf
of bread was already waiting.
"I was just about to make a microwave dinner," Ester sighed.
"There's no time to cook properly now."
"Its all right, Mum," Elizabeth started to ladle mayonnaise onto the
bread.   "I ate over at Sara's."
"Oh, very well," Ester turned to me.   "Well I'd better let you get
settled in, Dave."
"Oh, yes," I said.  And headed for the door.
"You'll find food in your fridge," Ester walked towards her's.   "I
hope you'll like what you find."
"I'm sure I will," I smiled at Ester, then closed the door behind me.
I noticed Elizabeth's bike was propped up against the side of the shed
as I walked across to my little flat.
I cooked myself a quick dinner of frozen burgers and oven chips, which
I'd found in the little fridge in the kitchenette.  Then decided to
start earning my keep by checking out exactly what was in the tool
shed.  And getting it all in working order.  I dumped the dirty dishes
in the sink and went out to the shed.
It was dark and musty.  There was a light switch just inside the door
but nothing happened when I flicked it up and down.  Along the left
wall were arrayed a wide selection of power tools.  Everything from a
drill and a hedge trimmer to a cordless powered screwdriver.  I picked
up the latter but the power must have been out to its socket as well,
as it was completely dead.
Along the other wall was a selection of hand tools.  Complete sets of
spanners, screwdrivers and hammers arranged in neat order and hung on
hooks.  Underneath this was a wooden workbench with vice grips
attached to the sides.
Opposite the door was a stack of paint and varnish tins.  And tucked
into one corner was a petrol drum.  With a petrol driven lawnmower in
the other.
As I said it was quite gloomy.  The only light came from two small
skylights in the roof.  Neither of them were very clean and one of
them was half over grown with ivy.
It was while I was looking up at the ceiling inspecting the skylights
that I heard someone opening the door.  I looked around expecting to
see Ester, but instead I saw a girl of about my own age.
"Looking for divine inspiration?" she smiled at me.
"Err, no," I replied.   "I was looking to see if the skylights open.
The lights aren't working and I thought I might get some more light
that way."
She picked up a coil of electrical cord that hung on a hook just
inside the door.   "You have to run this to a socket in the kitchen if
you want power in here," she said.   "Its not connected into the
supply."
"Oh I see," I hesitated a fraction.
She looked at me a moment.   "I'm Roslyn," she said.   "The eldest
daughter of the house."
"Hi, I'm Dave," I nodded.
"Yes," she looked around the shed.   "I thought you must be."
She didn't say anything else, but she didn't seem in a hurry to go
either.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" I inquired.
"Mother met you at an orgy didn't she?" she looked straight at me.
"Well," I couldn't deny it.   "Yes she did."
"Was it your first one?" she didn't seem as nervous as I was beginning
to feel.
"As a matter of fact it was," I replied.
"So you've had sex with my mother," it was more of a statement than a
question.
"Why do you want to know?" I felt I'd better get control of this
conversation.
"Because she always has sex with the hired help," the light was dim
and I couldn't quite see the expression on her face.
"Well," I shrugged.   "If she wants to that's her business."
"I just thought you might like to know," she turned to look at the
power tools hung on the wall.
"Is it a family trait?" I asked.
There was silence for a moment.  And I thought that I might have gone
too far.
"You know," she turned to face me again and stepped closer.   "Of all
the tools in this shed there's only one that I'm really interested
in."
"And which is that," I replied just moments before I realised what her
answer would be.
"This one," she stepped close to me and hooked her fingers under my
crotch.
I could feel the heat of her body through the thin cotton of her dress
as she pressed close to me.  My mouth went dry and I could feel myself
responding to her touch.
"Well I ..." I started to speak, but her tongue was in my mouth before
I could form my sentence.
Then my arms were around her, crushing her to my body.  I ran my hands
up and down her slim back.  Her hard nipples pressed into me.  Her
left arm was around my neck pulling me down.  Her right arm was
trapped between our bodies, her fingers still gripping my testicles
hard.
I ran my hands down her back, across her hips and onto her buttocks.
Her dress was made from very light cotton and I didn't feel any
underwear underneath.  My knees started to give way so I sank to the
ground between her feet, my mouth coming level with her left nipple.
I parted my lips and sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as I
could.  My tongue pressing the now damp cotton to her skin.  Her hard
nipple throbbing under its touch.
Her hands wrapped themselves around my head and squeezed me against
her, her fingers gripping and releasing my hair in time to the rhythm
of my tongue and lips on her breast.  Her hot breath on my ear as she
bent her mouth down to lick and kiss me.
My hands slid down her buttocks and along her legs.  First pressing
the skirt of her dress to her skin, then coming to bare skin at the
backs of her knees.  I gently squeezed her ham strings and pulled her
knees towards my hips.  She sank down onto my lap.
Her breast slipped from my mouth, but her tongue trailed across my
cheek from my ear and replaced it as her legs settled around my
waist.  Her hands were still locked around my head.  Her fingers
tangled in my hair, but now following the rhythm of her tongue as she
probed deep into my mouth.
I pushed my hands back up her thighs and onto her buttocks again.
Letting the fingers of my right hand slip between them, while I
brought my left hand up under her dress and along her back.  Her dress
caught in the crook of my elbow and I couldn't
reach up far enough to embrace her properly.  So I let my hand return
to her bottom, while the fingers of my right hand searched under and
between them, finding her warm and moist and tender.
She gasped as my fingers parted her outer labia, her tongue almost
slipping from my mouth.  Then she tightened her grip on the back of my
head and redoubled her lunges as she started to grind her hips against
mine.
My finger slipped inside her and she flexed the muscles of her vagina
in time with her tongue and hips.  I brought my left hand around her
waist and between us to open my jeans and let my bulging penis out.
My erection slapped up against her abdomen as I pulled open my boxer
shorts.  And she pushed herself up so I could slide it under her.  I
used my fingers to guide my erection into her.  She sank back down
again and pushed down so hard that I gasped as she took my full
erection inside her.
She started to peak immediately.  And I wasn't far behind.  My hands
came up to her hips, her legs wrapped around mine as I thrust up into
her and she bore down no me.
We pounded together and pulled apart, once, twice, and she grunted as
I rammed all the way in.  Three, four times and her head arched back,
her mouth gasping open for breath.  Five and six, and her fingers felt
as if they were making dents in my skull.  Seven, eight, and she
arched back so much I had to bring my hands up her back to hold her
upright.  Nine, ten and the grip of her vagina on my penis so tight
that I could hardly contain myself.  Eleven, twelve, and her whole
body whipped forward as her orgasm overtook her.
I was thrown on my back, my hands sprawled either side.  She landed
heavily on top of me, her elbows digging into my shoulders, her hands
slapping the concrete floor either side of my head as her vagina
gripped my erection in orgasmic convulsions.
My head rolled back and my body arched upwards as my own orgasm
consumed me.  I pumped quick hot jets of semen into her.  Her vagina
contracting so tightly that I wouldn't have believed any could have
forced their way in.
As I collapsed back onto the floor she flopped down on top of me.  Her
shoulder length hair spraying across my neck and chin as she rested
her head on my shoulder.  We lay there for a few moments catching our
breaths, my penis quickly going limp and dropping out of her.
Suddenly she pushed herself up and smiled down at me.   "That was
nice, Dave." She stood up, one leg either side of me as I looked up at
her.   "We must do this again some time," she laughed.
Quickly she pulled down her skirt and straightened the bodice of her
dress.  Then turned around and walked out, letting the door swing shut
behind her.
I lay there for a while catching my breath.  But once my heart beat
slowed I could think of nothing else to do but to get up, tidy my
clothing and calmly return to stock taking the contents of the tool
shed.

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