Mr K. looked at his watch - it was 09:15 and she was late. Filing her away as "One of those" in his head, Mr K. went back to his admin tasks. He was not the one who so urgently needed to book a space for a last-minute yoga retreat.
As he added the last expense in the column, he heard a knock on his office door. He looked up and his heart stood still.
In front of him stood a woman. She was dark- possibly Indian, quite petite and dressed in a short, denim skirt, some kind of tight black T-shirt with the words 'New York' beaded on it, and a pair of sandals. His eyes took in her yoga body with the skin bronzed and supple. He noted her toned and well-shaped bare legs and moved up, past her flat belly and up to the curve of her breasts and then, lingered for a second on her nipples jutting proudly through her top. He gulped and made his gaze move on to her face, framed by long, lustrous black hair. His heart started to beat faster.
"Mr K.?" she asked, in an unexpectedly deep and husky voice. He nodded.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," she said.
Mr K. gazed mutely at her face. He took in the voluptuous unpainted lips, the small and rather straight nose and then stopped at the large kohl-lined eyes which were looking at him so earnestly and apologetically.
His heart melted. He smiled and beckoned her in and stood up to shake her hand. And then wished he had not. His cock seemed to be reacting to her. Thankfully, unlike him, her eyes were focussed just on his face and as soon as he had grasped her hand, he let it go and sat down rather quickly.
"WTF," he thought.
"I'm Ms P., I called about booking your place for a yoga retreat," she blurted as soon as she sat down. "It's a bit urgent as the place we had originally booked fell through and we need something for the weekend of the 15th and that's a fortnight away only and we're desperate!"
He nodded sympathetically and looked at his computer screen, despite knowing that there was availability. Tapping buttons and focussing on finding the right page and making the enquiry might calm his semi-awake cock down.
"We do have availability on that particular weekend as I told you on the phone," he said, avoiding looking at her while gazing earnestly at the screen, "however, we'd need you to leave a deposit if you want to book the place."
And he turned to look at her.
She nodded and said it would be no problem, but would he mind showing her the place first?
"Damn," he thought.
"Sure," he said.
He got up and ushering her through the office door, led her down the hallway, out the front door and to the big building next to it. As he opened the front door and lead her in and showed her around the place - walking her through the familiar building and saying his usual spiel further calmed him down. She looked at everything with her big, sparkling eyes, taking it all in silently. At the end of the tour, he led her back to the office where she gave him the deposit, took the receipt and, a copy of the contract. And then left. Mr K. went back to his numbers, a bit amused by his brief fantasy and reaction to the little brown Yoga girl.
It was the Sunday of the weekend the rather large party were having their Yoga retreat. There was an enormous storm brewing and Mr K. was feeling a bit nervous as sometimes, the wind gusted so much that trees fell on the electricity cables and wiped out the electricity. And this weekend, his business partner was away so he was on duty in case anything went wrong. Mr K. kept his work phone on as he cooked and then had dinner, accompanied by a glass of a lovely, local Garnacha wine. The rain finally fell as he was sipping the wine, wetting the ground in an instant. The wine put him in a mellow mood as he washed the dishes and watched the rain and occasional lighting zig zag across the sky, from his window. A very loud peal almost made him jump.
"Whoa," he thought.
Another fork of lightning zig zagged crazily across the dark sky.
And then suddenly, the world went dark.
"Oh, shit!" he thought.
Apprehensively, he looked out of his window, hoping to see the big house still lit but, to his dismay, it was dark.
He waited, hoping against hope.
A few minutes went by and then his mobile phone rang and this time, he jumped.
"Hello, I'm calling from the Retreat, the electricity is out and it's dark here," a voice he remembered very well said.
"Hi, it's Mr K. here. Sorry about that. A gust of wind must have thrown a cable or tower down."
"Oh, can you do something? I am all alone and it is a bit scary," she said.
"I'll be right there to switch on the electricity," he said.
"Why is she alone," he thought, "aren't there 10 people there at the moment?" He was confused. "Never mind," he thought, "I had better go on and look at those mains. God, I hope the tower is not down."
Without further thought, he grabbed a torch and his house keys and ran out.
By the time he arrived at the big house, a mere 5-minute run away, he was soaking wet, right down to his underwear. The rain was quite cold too! He cursed his stupidity at not grabbing his raincoat, as he knocked at the front door.
The door opened and there she was.
Ms P had had a very busy weekend making sure everyone was participating, fed and happy. It had been a very intense time, but all had gone well. Happily, they all left together at 5pm and now she could finally unwind and enjoy this marvellous house all to herself. What bliss!
She drew herself a bath, and relaxed. 20 minutes later, after drying herself off, she rubbed some jasmine-scented body lotion on to her skin. Then dropping the wet towel on the warm towel rack, she went to the bedroom. She put on her silky, short, black nightie, which clung to her warm skin like a glove and, made her way downstairs. Before leaving that evening, the group had given her a big goody basket as a thank you and she had espied some cheese, crackers and a bottle of a good red wine she was eager to taste.
The basket was there in the kitchen, where they had left it. She tore open the cellophane and took out the bits she wanted and placed them on the marble counter. She then fetched a plate, a wine glass, a knife and a wine opener. After looking at the label, with the help of the knife, she carefully removed the thin metallic capsule and then uncorked the wine. She smelled the cork, and a deep sense of contentment filled her being. Piling some crackers and a piece of the heavenly smelling Camembert on to the plate, she poured herself a glass of wine and with the food and drink, walked to the large sofa facing the window. A storm had been brewing all day and the skies had finally let down a heavy deluge. She wanted to just sit and watch the rain as it drenched the ground.
She switched on the electric fire in the potbellied stove elegantly perched to her left and, feeling the instant warm, sat down on the sofa.
As she sat there, eating cheese and crackers and sipping the delicious wine, her mind wandered. For some reason, she remembered the man who had shown her around the place, Mr K.
She had been running late for the appointment to see the place for the Yoga retreat that was to be held in just 2 weeks' time. Upon arrival, the receptionist had pointed her to a door and when she had walked there, she had seen a man sitting at a desk, working at a laptop. She noted how one of the streaks of light from the dappled sunlight entering the room, struck his wavy hair, turning the ends to pure gold. Then she had knocked, and he had looked up.
"Mr K.? I am so sorry I am late," she had said. He had looked up and she had seen a pair of grey eyes framed by blondish eye brows and, a wide mouth with laugh lines leading off it. And then he had smiled, and her heart had skipped a beat.
"Oh my, what an attractive man," she had thought.
He had then beckoned her in and shaken her hand.
"Nice, firm hand shake too," she had thought.
And then she had told herself to stop the nonsense and concentrate on the task at hand - time was running short and she needed to get the place booked asap.
Now as she sat looking out of the window, she wondered idly about him. "Was he married?" "Where was he from?" He definitely looked Northern European with that dark blonde hair and eye brows.
And then suddenly, there was a peal of thunder. She jumped. With her heart beating fast, she put her thankfully empty wineglass down on the table next to the sofa and instinctively reached for her phone on it. Another ray of lightning went across the sky and then, the lights went out.
She stayed still, clutching her phone. Without the lights, and with the storm outside, suddenly, the house felt overbearing. She needed those lights on now!
As she had her phone in her hand, she scrolled to the number she had saved for the house and after waiting a few moments to see if the lights would return, called it.
Barely 10 minutes later, she heard the doorbell ring and gave a sigh of relief. In between the gusts of rain and wind, she had been hearing odd creaking noises from the house which was even more unsettling.
Forgetting that she was wearing a very short and slinky piece of clothing which left little to the imagination, she got up and almost ran to the door.
