Chapter 1: Meeting Fiona

The story is fiction. “Kurlinin” in Western Australia is fictional; other locations are real!

G’Day, my name is Tim. I am your average-looking Aussie bloke, living in the town of Kurlinin in the southwest and south of the state capital of Perth. I’m not married, but in my time, I have enjoyed both long and short-term relationships.

However, nothing permanent since January this year. I am certainly not what you would call a Don Juan. Rugged looks, maybe. Like’s a beer and enjoys cricket and footy. I have a part-time job at one of the Primary Schools in town as a gardener and odd job man. I started working there in May 2017, which is late Autumn for us. Working at a school means you must have a working with children card. I have no problem with this, as it allows the Police and the state government agencies to make sure you are of good character, do not have a criminal history, and are no threat to the children.

Each day, I would see mainly young parents bring their children to school, and at this time of year, the weather has started to get cold. So the yummy mummies are covered up, wearing trousers, a jumper, and possibly a coat. I was looking forward to late spring and summer when they would show off their legs in their tiny shorts or mini skirts that were almost covering something and get to see what size boobs they had in their tight-fitting tops. Yes, I like the female form! I enjoy looking at it, but best of all, I like playing with it. So tender and delicate. Yummy.

But that’s six months away. All I had, for now, was my imagination of what they would look like come spring.

During my workday, particularly at school drop-off between 8.15 - 8.40 am and again at pick-up from 2.50 pm onwards, I would always work near one of the school entrances.

With me being new, several of the yummy mummies would come and say hello, have a bit of a chat, and wish me a good day. That is how I met Fiona. We would bump into each other (not literally). Say hello and chat about bits of nothing, making polite conversation with one another. Fiona is not what you would call a ‘stunner’ with her looks, but I was drawn to her; something was appealing about her.

Over time, our conversations began to last a little longer. I asked more questions about her and her family and found it amazing what you can find out if you ask the right questions.

I discovered that Fiona was a Mum of five, with two children who went to this school (which I had already noted), but had three adult children from her first marriage.

Today, our chat lasted longer than usual. Fiona delved into her background and told me more about herself. Originally from South Australia. She was married at eighteen, with her first child born six months later. By the time she was twenty-two, she had three children. Three months after the birth of her third child, she found her husband had cheated on her, resulting in them splitting up and later getting a divorce.

A few years later, she married Michael. As this was Michael’s first marriage, he was looking to have children of their own. Their first baby was born in 2005, then another in 2007. Her three eldest children spent time between their father and her.

In 2016, Michael and Fiona moved to Western Australia with their two young children, settling in Kurlinin. Fiona’s eldest children were now adults, being 26, 24, and 22, remaining in Adelaide.

As Fiona turned to leave, she stumbled. Instinctively, I reached out to stop her from falling, and as I did so, our faces became so close I thought of moving in to kiss her, but I quickly regained control of my senses and stopped, as I did not want to risk losing my job.

Fiona was a milf, although maybe a little older than I initially thought, but still a milf, and I thought she might be pretty high maintenance, as she drove a top-of-the-range Toyota Land-cruiser. Maybe it is just a feeling. Who knows? But I am sure I will find out!

Fiona told me she has her own business, which she runs from home, and does not socialize very much. Running the business and looking after her home and family takes most of her time, particularly on weekends when she runs a Mum’s taxi service for her daughter and son.

We continued to see each other two or three times per week, not discussing anything special, but I did enjoy our quick little get-togethers, hoping for more.

During the coming school holidays in July, Fiona and Michael had planned a camping trip for the family, visiting Carnarvon, Coral Bay, and Exmouth and enjoying the warmth of the north.

School holidays for me were sitting at home, drinking beer, and watching my beloved West Coast Eagles footy team, hoping they would perform better than last season.

Term three was uneventful as it runs through winter, so I went home wet often, even when I wore my wet weather gear. I did not see many of my yummy mummies as it was a quick drop-off for the kids, sometimes without the parents even getting out of the car, but they did watch their child pass into the school grounds, which is the least they should have done.

Term 4 started along with the fine weather, and at last, out came the short skirts, very short shorts, and every day I got an eye full of long legs and tight tops, showing off their nice-sized boobs.

Fiona made her usual appearance that first day of the new term, and we immediately started our morning chat again. I was happy to see her.

I was astounded by what she told me next. It was a pretty intimate revelation, and I was unclear why she revealed what she did. Her husband had not made love to her since Christmas, which was almost ten months ago. Fiona put it down to him being obese.

Our flirting had just gone to a whole new level. And yes, we were flirting by now. Knowing Fiona had her own business, and as I had the next day off. I asked if she was free to go for a coffee at the local shopping centre. Fiona was a little reluctant at first, but my rugged charm won her over, and she accepted. (I wanted to find out how far she was willing to go). I was on cloud nine, and I could not get this married milf out of my mind, never mind the younger yummy mummies with their almost covering something mini skirts. I admit I do enjoy looking at their legs.

Wednesday soon arrived, and as the days were warmer, I dressed casually in a pair of stubbies, a singlet top, and thongs, hoping Fiona would be dressed casually, revealing more flesh. I set off to meet her at 9.30 as we had agreed.

Fiona arrived in long trousers, a coat, and expensive-looking boots, which was disappointing. A smile emerged on her face as she saw me. I smiled back despite not seeing much flesh. But I did like what I saw of her.

Coffee and cake were ordered. We took a table so we could have a chat. I knew what I wanted, and I believed Fiona wanted it too. But she was still playing hard to get. I’m not someone who messes about. I go straight for what I want, and I am sure Fiona did too, based on what we had been talking about months earlier. I moved my hand across the table to try and hold her hand, and Fiona pulled back. I thought fuck this, and came straight to the point, “Can we go back to your place and have sex,” I asked? Fiona, shocked, got up and left. As she left, she looked back and called out, “You’re a drongo, Tim. A fucking drongo.” Now I was pissed off, but I was to blame. I had come out expecting to get laid, but it didn’t happen. I had rushed things, wanting to get into her panties on the first date.

I went home randy as hell. I had the rest of the day to get through but planned to go out later that evening to one of the local pubs to see if I could pull a Sheila that I could root tonight. Kurlinin has about eight pubs, but they are not well known for pulling sexy milf’s out on the prowl, particularly on a Wednesday night. I decided to go to Murphys, an Irish pub and probably the town’s best. Later that evening, I dressed in my best pair of jeans a good shirt and called a taxi. (I do not drink and drive) I was looking for a Sheila to pick up and bring back to my place, but after a frustrating night of drinking too much, I didn’t pull a Sheila. Feeling frustrated and not wanting to waste any more time and money, I went home, watched porn, and jerked off.

I didn’t see Fiona for the rest of the week, and she was clearly avoiding me after our coffee shop incident.

It was not until Thursday the following week that I saw Fiona. She turned her head away when she saw me, but I thought I saw a smile begin to appear on her face as she did. I wanted to apologise for being so blunt when we met for coffee, so I approached her, and unreservedly apologised, and asked if we could start again. Thankfully, she agreed, so I asked, ‘What about tomorrow? I can take the day off, and we can meet again and hopefully achieve a better outcome.”