Wednesday 4th July 2005...2pm
The job was simple; fit some spotlights in the study and then clear off. The electrician had fitted the lights and then thought he'd have a quick snoop around.
He knew she was away on business until later so he went straight to the bedroom and, even though he knew it was empty, he crept in. He was always feeling horny and ready for a new victim. There was a full length mirror, a flat screen tv and dvd player against the far wall, a double bed the size of a room against the other, and some fitted wardrobes taking up the whole of a third. The fourth wall was completely consumed by 2 very large sash windows and the summer sun streamed relentlessly through.
Perfect.
Wednesday 4th July 2005...10.15pm
The drive home had been too short. She really fancied this chauffeur, and, unfortunately, they were now pulling into her drive.
On the way home they had discussed her job as an erotic novelist, and she had joked about testing out the things in her book. The driver had remained polite, even though she was sure that he'd tried to sneak a look inside her blouse. When he had dropped her off, she had left her leg in the car on purpose, knowing that her skirt would fall open. She watched his eyes as he held the door, and he couldn't not look. She knew that he'd seen right up to her crotch, and this thought excited her.
When he left, she wished he had been a bit more forward, as she felt very horny. However, it wasn't the correct thing to do, invite your chauffeur in for coffee! Was it?
When inside the house she went in to her study to finish her story. As she flicked the light switch, she remembered that the electrician had been in earlier, and she was impressed with her new spotlights. She always wrote better when she felt hot and horny, so she set to work, promising herself that when she had finished this chapter, she would have a hot bath and then see what followed!
She glanced at her watch. 11:15. Knowing she had a lie in till 7.30, she set about relieving the days pent up sexual frustrations. She opened her wardrobe and pulled out of her drawer, her very best friend.
Thursday 5th July 2005...9am
The DJ announced the name of the record and then moved to the newsroom. Did he say 9:00? Shit, he did! Oh no, the car was picking her up at 9! What was wrong with the alarm? She checked the alarm, and it said 7:30am so what the hell was it doing waiting till 9? She was dashing round the room, trying to work out what went wrong when she noticed the clock said 7:30. She then remembered the electrician had been in yesterday to fit the new lights in her study. He must have switched off the power for an hour and a half. As her thoughts raced, the doorbell rang.
He had been chauffeuring now for 3 months, The pick up this morning lived in the leafy suburbs, and the drive had taken him about Β½ an hour. Because she was a "kind of regular", he knew a bit about her. They always had easy conversation, no embarrassing silences. She was single, high powered, between 35 and 40, always smart, and even though she was usually in executive dress, he had often seen a bit of cleavage. He sometimes thought this bit of skin was shown on purpose, and when he had dropped her at home last night, as he opened her door for her to get out of the car, she had lingered with 1 leg inside. The slight pause made the split in her skirt open right up. He was convinced that he had seen a flash of white, and again, he felt the show was for him.
As he pulled up outside her house, he felt a tingle of excitement. He was 5 minutes early, so he sat in the car until the hour of 9 came round. Once the time arrived, he then pulled on his coat, strolled to the door and rang the bell.
The door opened and there she was.
"Shit, I'm really sorry! My alarm was set wrong, and basically, I've only just woken up"
She was wrapped in a towelling robe from her neck to her toes and had obviously just run down the stairs. The robe had worked its way slightly open, and he caught a glimpse of her breast. He had to prise his eyes away, and quickly after regaining his composure, he told her not to worry: he would wait in the car.
"You will not," she stated firmly. "My fault, my time, my company's money...please, come in."