Chapter One
After my divorce - a particularly ugly one after I came hoe early one day and found my wife fucking my business partner in our bed – I decided to move as far away as possible for a new start.
When I searched the net for possible business opportunities (I am an accountant), I found a small practice for sale in the town of Benton, about 100 miles from Regina in Saskatchewan. As part of the divorce, the house and all our property was sold and divided evenly (or almost – she got the cat which was just fine with me since I know my partner has pet allergies).
I packed up my belongings, arranged for the mover and drove to Regina first to shop for a new computer and software for my business and other supplies as well as a stock of food and wines since I heard the stores were limited in Benton. Using the directions I was given by the seller of the business, I easily found my way to my new home and checked into a nice clean hotel. After meeting with the fellow selling his business (he and his wife were moving to Florida) and running through his client list and financials again, I gave him my check for payment in full and sent him on his way.
Since it was getting late in the afternoon, I decided to leave calling and visiting my clients until morning and instead went to the one realtor in town to look for a house to buy. As I walked in the door, a very attractive red head, greeted me perhaps around my age (early 50's) that introduced herself as the sole proprietor, Sarah James. We sat and chatted over the cappuccino she offered and I described my modest needs for a home; basically a two bedroom (one for a home office), a fully equipped kitchen (I love to cook) and a quiet location with a view if possible.
Sarah – she insisted she call me that as I did her call me Bob – told me she had a couple of prospects which were both available immediately and one of them was next store to her and her partner. With typical small town hospitality, she invited me to join her and her husband for dinner and she could show me the house while dinner was being prepared. It being a pleasant summers evening, her husband was barbequing so she had the time. I jumped at the opportunity for even BBQ rather than restaurant food so accepted without delay.
I followed her in my car – very easy to do in such a small community of only 5,500. We pulled into her driveway and I went around back to meet her husband Sam. Obviously Sam enjoyed his beer since he seemed to well into it by the time I was introduced to him as a potential new neighbour. As he smiled his welcome, I noticed a strange sideways glance at Sarah but that might have just been my imagination or the beer. Sam and I chatted for a few moments while Sarah went into the house to change into something more comfortable for the heat of the evening.
As she exited onto their deck, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets! She was barely covered in very tight red short shorts with a thin almost sheer halter-top that was knotted just under her breasts. A major expanse of toned flat abs was exposed; this was a lady who took very good care of herself! Since Sam was still working on his beer and turning the steaks (I think his attention span was short since the meat was looking pretty well done), Sarah led me through a gate almost hidden in the 8 foot hedge surrounding their yard and into the back yard of the vacant house I was to view. After tearing my eyes off her swaying and very sexy ass, I looked in awe at the rear of the property. It was amazing!
The back of the house was almost solid glass from the deck to the roofline for the full width; only golden sheers shielded the inside. The huge deck itself had a large wooden hot tub sunk into one corner and a built-in gas BBQ in another; definitely built for entertaining. As I was looking at it, Sarah reached out and startled me by almost breathing in my ear, "Breathtaking isn't it?"
She was so close behind me; I swear I felt her breasts touch my back lightly. Now I am not a slouch in the looks department; six foot tall with a fairly well toned body considering how little real exercise I get other than my morning runs. Now Sarah – she was magnificent and I could just smell the scent of her delicate perfume as she took me onto the deck for a look across the broad expanse of the xeri-scaped property. All rocks and shrubs for low or no maintenance – exactly what I was looking for but I need to see the inside.
Just as we were stepping inside, Sarah turned to me and asked, "I hope you don't mind; the former owner passed away and his estate wants it sold furnished as is. He was a middle aged fellow who was killed in an auto accident a year ago and I know the family wants the house sold so you can offer low ball"
I thought this strange comment from a realtor but stepped in a high tech kitchen to die for; all the latest updated cabinets in light oak and marble counter tops. The living room beyond – the house was open plan – was opulent but Spartan at the same time. Leather furniture of the best quality and glass and stainless furniture was everywhere. This latter theme carried through to a formal dining room and I could see up a spiral staircase to the loft master bedroom. Sarah showed me the nice sized 2nd bedroom first under the loft (an ideal office) and then we climbed the spiral to the master bedroom. Once again, magnificent; a king size bed suspended on steel cables from the ceiling so that it gently moved as one lay on it, and all the closet spaces one could ever require. There were mirrors everywhere and when I looked over the bed, there was one there, surrounding a huge skylight. "There must have been some interesting things going on in here" I commented.
Sarah laughed delightedly as she laid her hand on my shoulder. Gazing into my eyes, she almost whispered, "You don't know the half of it; guess you'll have to buy it if you want to find out. We are a very friendly neighbourhood here" she completed with a grin.
Hearing a bellow from Sam next store, I preceded Sarah down the staircase and heard a cry behind me as her heel caught in the tread and she tumbled downwards. I turned quickly to catch her and my hands brushed her halter such that one beautiful hand sized breast almost bounced out. Stealing an obvious leer at the sight I helped her to her feet and she slowly realigned herself. We hurriedly made our way back across the lawn to the gate and met Sam just as he was coming to look for us.
"So did you unload that white elephant?" he slurred obviously well into the beer by now.
Embarrassed, Sarah glanced over at me and told Sam we would be meeting after supper to discuss that very thing. Once glance at the BBQ, and at Sam, told me that we would not be dining on steak that night. The pieces of burnt meat decided that issue. Besides, Sam was already staggering to their back door mumbling about being sleepy and going to bed; likely just as well since he would be unfit company for the evening any way.
