Chapter 5

For the next few days, David was on a real high. The thought of being able to spend time alone with the delicious Brenda Harper flooded his mind with indescribable pleasure. The vision of her sitting on his mother’s sofa was lodged so firmly on his mind that he could think of little else. But his anticipation was also edged in doubt. Had she noticed him staring at her? Had she closed her legs because she realized where he was looking? He didn’t think she had moved because she was uncomfortable about his attention. She had continued to smile at him, after all. And then, she had opened her legs again. Was that because she really hadn’t noticed where his gaze was directed? Or was she fully aware – and was she teasing him? In Singapore she had been labelled a flirt by the jealous wives. So was she flirting with him? Or, and here his mouth went dry, did she open her legs as an invite?

The fleeting fantasies and doubts chased each other round his mind so much that before he could resolve anything, the appointed time arrived. He arrived home from college and minutes later Mrs Harper pulled into the drive in her little two-seater sports car. She got out of the car wearing a pale blue mini-skirt and a thin white roll-necked cotton sweater than hugged her body tightly.

David left the house in a state of some excitement, feeling almost as though he was high, and he hoped that this was not too obvious. His mother waved them off as Brenda reversed out of the drive, twisting in her seat so that her skirt slid right up her thighs to reveal her panties. For a moment David thought he was going to die.

As she put the car into gear, she settled back into the seat, unaware that she was revealing all.

As they drove out through the small market town and into the country, David eased himself into a sideways position so that he could admire her profile and the shape of her breasts pushing against the fine fabric of her sweater. It was so tight that the outline of her bra was clearly visible. The skirt had now ridden up further as she operated the foot pedals, and David watched fascinated as the filmy cotton again revealed the shape of her pubic hair, a darker shade beneath the thin white cotton.

He had been afraid that he might appear awkward or gawky. He was used to talking to girls his own age, but Mrs Harper was altogether a different scenario. She exuded an aura of maturity and somehow this suggested a degree of experienced sexuality which both scared and excited him. Either way, she was perfectly at ease as they drove through the narrow country lanes. He realized that, as a teacher of course, she was used to dealing with people his age – even if the Grammar School was an all-girls establishment.

As she chatted, she glanced at him from time to time, smiling and nodding. Even laughing at some of his little quips. By the time they pulled up at the Harper’s little cottage, David was feeling confident and flying on an even greater cloud of excitement than had been for the last few days.

She led him through the building, throwing open some French windows which opened onto the garden. The lawn was overgrown, but not so bad that several passes with a lawnmower couldn’t tidy it up. The lawnmower – an old mechanical one – was in a wooden shed beside the cottage.

Mrs Harper looked at it quizzically, and then at him.

‘It’s rather old, David. Do you think it will be all right?’

He smiled at her.

‘It is a bit rusty,’ he agreed. ‘Do you have any oil.’

She began rummaging in the shed, bending over to reach lower shelves full of paint tins, so that her skirt rose at the back. From the back he could appreciate her strong but well-shaped thighs. As she had mentioned on their drive over, she had spent the afternoon ‘taking the girls for hockey’. It showed. Her bottom looked firm and was well-rounded, and the cotton of her panties had pulled up into the crease of her bottom. David felt his penis jerk inside his jeans. He wriggled his hips to allow it to move more freely. Once again he was aware of his heart accelerating.

At this rate, he thought, he was going to have a heart attack before he’d finished the lawn.

She found the oil and handed it back to David who turned away to apply it to the mower, slightly conscious that he may have moved a little too close to her in the shed. Then he ran the mower up and down the lawn a couple of times to loosen its mechanism. Mrs Harper watched him from near the back door of the cottage.

‘Is it going to be ok?’ she called.

‘It’ll be fine,’ he grinned. ‘Just needs a bit of exercise that’s all.’

She laughed, her eyes twinkling.

He pushed the mower along slowly, conscious that she was watching him.

As he reached the end of the lawn closest to her she stepped forward. ‘I’m going to have a shower,’ she explained. ‘Then I’ll cook us something. Is that OK?’

He grinned. ‘Fine.’

‘I’ve got some chicken in the fridge, so I’ll do us a curry. Do you like it hot?’

Something flipped in his mind. ‘Oh yes, I like it hot.’ He gave her a wink, then suddenly realized that that might have seemed inappropriate. But she grinned at him and raised her eyebrows.

‘That makes two of us then,’ she giggled.

His heart gave a little skip, but she simply turned and disappeared into the cottage.

David turned the mower and began pushing it back up the lawn. The sun had dropped a little in the sky now and the shadow of the hedge on one side of the lawn was beginning to creep across the grass. Despite this, it was still very warm and David could feel sweat gathering on his face and back. The lawn was quite a long one and each time he reached the cottage end, he appreciated why Mrs Harper had found it too much of a task.

After about his fifth run up the lawn he reached the cottage and heard the sound of a shower running somewhere inside. He turned the machine and, leaning heavily on the handles, began walking it away. He was still floating on the thrill that had filled him for the past few days. Here he was, alone in an isolated cottage with the delicious Mrs Harper, a woman who barely knew him, but felt able to trust him, probably because of his family background.

He couldn’t envisage another situation where he would have been in this position. Perhaps as a professional gardener or something?

He swung the machine round and began making his way back towards the cottage.

His mind suddenly turned to the memory of her bending over in the shed, and his penis stirred again. He stopped and pulled on the front of his jeans to give it more room. His heart gave a little skip. She was so fucking sexy.

He began shoving the mower again. As he approached the cottage a question suddenly flitted into his mind. Had she really invited him over just to mow the lawn? What if there was another motive?

He turned the mower, listening to the water splashing in the shower. There was a fragrance now emanating from the open doorway. A fresh, slightly floral scent escaping on the steam from the shower.

He pushed the mower forward.

She was spending a long time in the shower. He pictured her standing under the streaming water. What if...? He imagined her with her hand between her legs. She was a married woman but her husband had been away for what? Eight months? She might be really horny. What if...? He stopped pushing the mower. What if she was actually waiting for him to go in and join her?

His heart thudded and he stopped pushing the mower. Was his imagination getting out of control? Surely, this couldn’t really be the case. She was a married woman, a teacher. She was friends with his mother. Her husband was serving with his father. Surely that was the reality.

He gave the lawnmower another push towards the cottage.

But, what if? ... What if she really was hoping that he would go in and join her? These things did happen. He had read about them. Lonely frustrated housewife and available willing young man. He thought about her sitting in the car. Her panties had been clearly visible. What if she had known this. And what about when she bent over in the shed. Surely, she knew what effect this would have upon him. What if she was waiting there and he didn’t take the opportunity? How would he feel afterwards, realizing what he had missed?

He stopped at the end of the lawn and released the mower. As he did so, he heard the shower turned off ... He hesitated. He could go in and just look. He might be able to judge the situation better then ... He would go in and say he was looking for a glass of water.

He walked slowly into the kitchen. The bathroom was located off of this. The door was open and he could see that the shower was now vacant. He walked through another door at the other side of the kitchen and into the lounge. As he did do Brenda Harper appeared from what was obviously the door to the bedroom.

She had a small white towel wrapped round her body, just long enough to cover her body, but leaving her shoulders and thighs naked. He could see little drops of water still glistening on her skin. Another towel was wrapped round her head and she was busy massaging it to rub her hair dry.

She saw him and stopped, looking slightly alarmed. ‘David, is everything ok?’