Chapter 4

Waltzing into my kitchen, Chloe chirped:

“Oh, Will, it looks like a kitchen out of a sci-fi movie! All this glass and chrome. No wood to be seen. I’m afraid to touch anything, it seems so sterile (pronouncing it ‘Sta-ryle’).”

“It’s surely brighter and cleaner than my humble kitchen, Will, but I’d love to have a run at cooking in it. Are you going to share?” Myra added.”

By this time, Chloe had moved on to the dining room and living room; eyes wide at all the things she was seeing. I felt a little uncomfortable, not wanting to appear ostentatious.

“It’s only a house, ladies! After my divorce, I felt compelled to get out of the house I’d shared with my family, and this came on the market, so I bought it. There had been a bachelor living here before me, so I figured it would work for me, too. I have a large master bedroom, with bath; 2 smaller bedrooms with ensuite baths; and a sitting room, for whatever reason. A large family room lets out onto a veranda, with a lap pool and hot tub.” I rattle off.

At the mention of the hot tub, Chloe’s eyes got large, again. Myra noticed but said nothing, but she did comment:

“I’m not surprised in your home, Will. In the cinema, American homes are often depicted this way. I would have been disappointed if it had resembled an English home. It appears to be easily cleaned. Not so many carpets or rugs to sweep and shampoo and no wood cabinetry to keep clean and polished. In two months, I may go back home and hate it!”

“Well, it is what it is, and I liked your home. It was warm and cozy, and as Chloe pointed out, my kitchen ‘does’ look sterile, and cold, too. We’ll just make the best of it, and I hope you feel at home here, because I will be doing all I can to make it that way.” I vowed.

“Oh, Will, never fear. We came to be with you, first, see something of America, second and be on holiday. We don’t care if you live in a packing crate, do we Chloe?” Myra assured.

“As long as the packing crate has a hot tub!” Chloe laughed.

“Well, I see what Chloe will be doing as often as you let her. Did you bring your bikini, or swimsuit?” I asked Chloe.

Looking at me with a surprised expression, she gasped:

“I thought you went into hot tubs naked!”

“Only if your good friends, or very liberal. In our case, I suppose we can do without the suits, if you have not objections, Myra.” I suggested.

“I suppose we qualify as good friends, so I’m game.” she agreed.

“Great. Now, the next order of business is what to eat for dinner. I recently shopped, so the refrigerator is loaded, and so is the freezer, but it’s late and we still have to get you two unpacked. I suggest we do our own version of room service. It’s called Doordash! We can decide what we want to eat, find a restaurant affiliated with Doordash, then order from them. Would you ladies like to try some Southwestern food, like TexMex, or authentic Mexican cuisine?” I offered.

“We have Mexican style food in the UK, but I doubt it’s like ‘authentic’ Mexican, and we don’t know what TexMex is. But we’re open to your suggestion. Right, Chloe, dear?” Myra decided.

“Sure, mum, but I’m not keen about those pasty beans.” Chloe objected.

“Do you fancy something spicy, or just mild seasoning?” I inquired.

“Spicy would be interesting, as long as it doesn’t burn my esophagus out.” Myra mentioned.

“How about I order a selection of dishes I think you’ll like, and we usually just have seasoned pinto beans, rather than the refried beans Chloe doesn’t care for. I’ll order a selection of salsas of varying heat, so you can choose.” I proposed.

“That would be lovely, Will. I’m certain, we can find something to fill up on.” Myra noted.

“Okay, I know just the place. I’ve both dined in, and had food delivered from there.”

Getting on my phone, I brought up my Doordash App and entered the restaurant I wanted. Then, selecting from their menu, I paid online and was given an estimated delivery time.

“So, while we’re waiting for supper to arrive, shall we plan on sleeping arrangements? I have two guest bedrooms, so you can each have your room. If you choose to grace me with your presence in my room, you can decide who will do so, and on what nights. I’ll leave that up to you.”

“Will, you are extremely accommodating, and it speaks well of your American Hospitality. I’ll let Chloe choose her room and I’ll take the other. I suppose we can do that while we wait for the food delivery. Chloe, let’s take our bags to our rooms.” Myra announced.

“I can help you with your bags, if you’d like.” I offered.

It took mere minutes to get luggage into their respective rooms and I put my own bags in the master bedroom. Since the food hadn’t arrived yet, Chloe wanted to see the hot tub, so we all went onto the veranda. Asking if she’d like to use it after dinner, she answered excitedly in the affirmative, so I turned on the heater and the circulating pumps to get it ready for use. I would wait until we were nearly ready before I uncovered it, to keep leaves and debris out of it. As we were coming back into the family room, I heard the doorbell, so went to accept the order. Our food came packed in two large paper shopping bags with handles. As I accepted the food, Myra and Chloe took them into the kitchen, where they began to unpack the bags. The smells emanating from the bags were mouthwatering, so everyone was eager to dish up and enjoy.

It took nearly an hour before we’d reached our capacity. To me, it had been just as good as it had always been. I was pleased with my choices. The women seemed to agree:

“Will, that was a total pleasure. ‘Authentic’ is much better than the anemic tasting Mexican food we get in the UK. Everything was simply scrumptious. I liked the variety of salsas, but I must say I preferred the one with all the greenery in it.” Myra noted.

“Yes, cilantro is my favorite, too! Just enough heat to make it even more delicious. How did you like it, Chloe?” I asked.

“Oh, I thought it was delightful. And you were right about the beans. They had such a yummy flavor, and it was a joy to chew the beans, rather than eat the mushy kind. I’d like to eat that again, sometime soon.” she approved.

“I’m glad you enjoyed supper. Next time, we can go to the restaurant itself, and sit down to eat piping hot food. They have a great atmosphere, also. Now, let me get things cleaned up and put away, so we can enjoy the hot tub.” I advised.

“We’ll help, Will.” Myra declared.

Being unsure as to what propriety should be observed in being naked with two women, mother and daughter, I wore my robe out to the veranda. I removed the cover and vacuumed up any debris that had collected since its last use. By the time I was finished, Myra came outside wearing a light robe. As we stood, contemplating when to doff the robes, we were joined by Chloe, who had no compunction about walking from her room to the hot tub totally naked. She had brought only a towel with her, which neither Myra nor myself had thought to bring. At first, I thought she was being very bold, but then noticed she was blushing acutely.

“It should be ready, so let’s go in, shall we?” I invited.

Chloe scrambled in and immersed herself beneath the surface. I watched Myra shrug off her robe and giving me a defiant look, walked proudly to the stairway and joined her daughter. That left me to drop my robe and join them, but I knew I already sported an erection, both from the anticipation of seeing them naked, but also from reality. Throwing modesty, and propriety, to the wind, I left my robe on one of the patio chairs and tried to be dignified as I entered the hot tub. Of course, I knew both women were avidly watching me.

If a hot tub is really hot, I usually do not stay rigid, but as I sat down, I had a woman close at hand on each side, touching and stroking me, so I stayed hard. Although the stroking kept me rampant, it was affection, not foreplay kind of stroking. We simply sat and relaxed in the hot swirling water, letting it sooth tight muscles and making us lethargic. After thirty minutes, I felt we should get out, so the heat didn’t sap our strength. When I suggest it, Myra was quick to agree, but Chloe voiced her own opinion:

“I really like this, and know I need to get out soon, but I know it’s your night with Will, if he’s ready, so go along. I’ll get out momentarily.” she promised.

So, getting out of the hot tub, Myra and I both redonned our robes, more to absorb our wetness than out of modesty. I took her hand and we walked into the house and to my bedroom. Once there, I retrieved two towels from the bathroom linen cupboard, and we completed drying off. Asking if she needed anything from her room, she said she was good.

Due to jet lag, we were both tired, but Myra determined to not miss her night with me entirely, so we made out for a while and I went down on her enough to give her a climax, then she returned the favor by blowing me. Afterwards, we cuddled and fell asleep in each other’s arms. During our lovemaking, Myra had noted:

“Will, as nice as your lovemaking was in New York, there is something special about being with you in your own home and bed. I look forward to more nights with you, and hopefully they’ll be more energetic, meaning we’ll both be rested enough to show more stamina. You’re still a very gentle, considerate lover.”

I awoke the next morning to an unsurprisingly empty bed. Myra arose early at home, and given the time difference, it was afternoon for her internal clock. I got out of bed and took a quick shower to wash the sleep off and lose my bedhead. Afterwards, dressed in sweats and sneakers, I went in search of my house guests. I found Myra in my kitchen. Since she was alone, I surmised Chloe was taking advantage of sleeping in. Hearing me enter, she turned to me:

“I hope you don’t mind me rummaging through your kitchen, Will.” she apologized.

“Of course not. As we say around here: ‘mi casa, su casa’. I told you to make yourself at home. If you can’t find what you need, let me know. I may know where it is, or if it’s really important, then I can go buy it. So, what’s happening so far?” I exclaimed.

“Your kitchen is very organized. I found all your baking ingredients. I also found your waffle maker. You have bacon, ham and sausage in your fridge, but I thought I’d ask what you preferred, before taking them out. Would you fancy waffles, or something else?” she inquired.

“Whatever you want to make, and you can even pick the meat for breakfast. I have no real preference. If it would be easier for you, you could just make pancakes. Is there coffee?” I asked.

Yes, there’s coffee. I hope you like it. I’m used to my own coffeemaker. I’ve already set my mind on waffles, so I’ll do that. I think sausage would be good, though they’re different in appearance from our bangers. Close enough, I suppose. Why don’t you have a cup and watch me work. I like to have the man who I slept with watch me make him breakfast. It just seems normal. When Ian’s home, he usually sits and reads the news on his phone while I cook.”

“Do you miss him, already?” I wondered.

“It’s not how you think. Yes, I miss my husband, but he’s not around that often, so it’s comforting when he is. I’m as happy to have you with me as I am, him. You bring me joy and comfort. You are a lovely man, and I can’t fathom why your wife wasn’t happy with you. I won’t pry, but I can only wonder.”

“It’s water under the bridge, and I’ve moved on, finally. It took a couple of years, but I’ve reconciled myself to the fact I wasn’t the right person for her.” I pontificated.

“We haven’t known each other that long, but if it wasn’t for Ian, I’d chase after you.” she vowed.

“You flatter me, Myra. If you chased me, I might let you catch me. You’re quite a woman.” I stated.

Further conversation was forestalled by the arrival of skimpily dressed Chloe. She wore silky, short sports shorts tight enough to mold to her ass enticingly and give her a well-defined camel-toe. Her top was essentially a sports bra thin enough display her nipples. I started getting turgid, but Myra verbally attacked her daughter:

“What do you think you’re wearing? You will ‘not’ leave the house dressed like that!” she fumed.

“No worries, mummy. I just wanted to start teasing Will, so he’d be ready to ravish me this evening.” she smirked.

“With you dressed so provocatively, he may not wait until this evening. He may take you on the living room floor, for pity’s sake.” Myra fumed.

“You do make it ‘hard’ for me, sweetness. I may have an accident and waste a load of semen.” I warned.

“Oh, Will, I don’t want that to happen. I guess I should go change.” she admitted.

“Well, hurry, breakfast will almost be ready by the time you get back.” Myra announced.

“Did you have anything special planned for her sixteenth birthday?” I asked.

“I didn’t have an inkling of what would happen here, so I put it out of my mind until I found out. I guess I can begin considering.” Myra admitted.