Chapter 4: Multi-Tasking the Neighborhood

The Jordan home was a beautiful huge and dramatic house built in the early 1920’s. The gardens surrounding were magnificent and she was the most beautiful classy person with a heart of gold. She loved to knit and collect art among other things. She was a member of the knitting club.

Their home was at the opposite end of the block, opposite side of the street from my candy lady buddy. The acreage of their property estate spread down to the lake all with a magnificent view of the mountains to the east.

I’d met her the night of the first party I attended with my penis slathered in cold cream. She was, by chance, also a long time heating oil customer. Yes, we had fucked, enduring, that night at the Candy Lady’s house party after I’d fixed her oil burner’s plugged up nozzle. It was a different kind of furnace man service this time extending my penis to seven neighbor ladies who loved to knit.

Mrs. Jordan was part of the hilarity calling themselves ‘P.I.N.G’, the plugged in nozzle gang, following my work fixing the Candy Lady’s furnace.

My partner Gordon and I had worked on the Jordan’s ancient furnace many times in the past and now she called for service asking for me explicitly. She would be the first club member I would attend to but I didn’t make any assumptions before going there. We had talked about updating her furnace with a new flame retention burner and now she wanted the job done mere days after we’d fucked.

I didn’t tell my partner Gordon about the club gathering before we went to her home. As I said I wouldn’t make any assumptions ahead of time and when we arrived to install the new burner she was out in the front of the house in the garden with a photographer doing a set of poses.

We waited a few moments until they were free and I greeted her. She was really friendly this time although always gracious in the past giving her plain old furnace men a great deal of respect. As I mentioned she was very classy.

It was a gorgeous Spring day and she went back to pose in the garden as we descended into the bowels of the giant home to go to work. Some time later as I stooped over in the furnace working I felt hands on my shoulders; surprised I looked up. It was her. With a big smile she announced she was making us lunch and to come up when we could. She’d laid out a beautiful meal on the long dining room table to have us sit in the magnificent surroundings of her home. It was honor she was bestowing on us, her furnace men.

She showed us where to sit and then left to answer the front door only to return with my candy lady following. I jumped up with a great surprise to see her, making no assumptions, but wanting to introduce her to my partner. She seemed quite pleased to meet him. Of course. He was the guy most lady customers preferred to look at.

My candy lady came over and gave me a kiss obviously not just a peck and my partner grinned. He knew about she and I.

The two ladies left to go into the kitchen in order to gather the food and I smiled at him with raised eyebrows whispering about what I thought might be coming on our lunch break. “But I make no assumptions for sure.” It was the fact that my good friend had arrived just in time. “She’s really something.”

The two of them came back with the food and wine to commence eating and talking. And we did, a wonderful time, plenty of wine and I was not sure if my partner was in tune with what my club members were wanting but as usual he charmed them with his talent as a story teller. His true easy going honesty was very attractive.

Gordon was wanting to get back to working on the furnace. I could tell and our gracious host was talking about her new spa overlooking the lake and the mountains. “You really have come look at it. It’s just wonderful and it won’t take long.” “I said we certainly could take time have a tour to finish off our wonderful meal,” and my partner looked a bit curious a la confused.

My fuck buddy reminded her how we could help fix things and, “Wasn’t there something needing attention on the spa something or other?” as she winked at Mrs. Jordan. “Oh yes, surely. I would love it if you could look at it.”

We all got up to follow her and walked through the huge kitchen on our way to the back door. Gordon followed our host and I walked with my candy lady as she grabbed a few bottles of wine passing by and handed me two. We were both loaded for love wherever we were headed and I chuckled to think how she’d probably arranged this sojourn.

Out the door and descending stairs leading down the steep way beyond the back of the house we enjoyed the view and arrived at an expansive deck overlooking everything water and mountains. There was a very large spa tub in the middle of the deck with the cover removed already.

There were no neighbors to be seen. The jungle of natural terrain and vegetation was marvelous on the acreage. Mrs. Jordan was quite wealthy and in tune to party with us knowing what I brought to the affair. And she seemed to really like Gordon too.