Stormy Weather Is Not Always Bad News.
By heighrick. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
My name is Jimmy, my profession is Carpenter and Joiner. I know that it's a trade, not a profession but to the Hoi-Poloi, like me, it sounds impressive. It’s a Greek word, meaning ‘the many’.
I work for my uncle Tom who runs a small and respected shop fitting business. He is a very relaxed, easy-going, fifty years old widower, and has taught me a lot, mostly about how to bamboozle the Hoi Oligoi; which is also Greek. It means ‘the few’; the self-anointed few who claim to be the betters of us hoi poloi.
Uncle Tom also taught me about getting through life's ups and downs. His son Colin had no interest in the business and went into the army so Uncle Tom treats me as his son.Anyway, I went to night school to actually learn about my trade, and I'm pleased to say that I'm considered to be good at it.
One wonderful day my uncle picked up a job that one of the big building firms had had an enquiry about and his mate in their sales office had passed it straight on to Tom because it was too small for them to be bothered about.
I drew the short straw for the job because, of the three chippies, I was the only single man, and the job was in a small town a two-hour drive away, near the western coast of Scotland. Tom had decided that it would be more cost-effective for the chippy to stay in a guest house during the week.
It was estimated that the job would take six or seven days and he found a guest house that would be pleased to have me. I stuffed the kit I would need into the battered Transit and off I went. An hour into the journey I turned off the small 'A' road onto the even smaller 'B' road and the fun began.
The storm clouds had been gathering and chose that moment to discharge their contents. As I was crossing over the creek, a sheet of lightning followed by a sheet of water wiped out the view and I could hardly see a thing. Yes, I know that I should have stopped, but fortunately, for two reasons, I didn't. I wanted to find a safer place on the road where the shoulder was wide.
I was driving moderately along when for a brief second I saw the vaguely dark shape in front, then suddenly disappear. This is never a good sign in bad weather because things don't normally disappear when they hit the road surface. I stopped and put my hazards on, then my waterproofs.
I was sloshing my way over a guard rail, where I noticed a bit of torn fabric near a bolt. Guessing this was a clue, I continued down the steep rocky embankment, through a few inches of overflowing river water. I grabbed the human shape lying in a pool of flood water, in the drainage ditch which crossed the under the road, near that point.
I wrapped my arms around the limp body and heaved it upright. That was when I discovered that 'it'; was a female with interestingly sizeable breasts, which although covered with clothing, were in my hands.
Very rapidly I transferred my arm under her armpits and dragged her up the embankment, to the van, and got her sitting up in the front passenger seat, but that had meant putting my hands in places that I knew I shouldn't, even though I usually wished I could.
I sloshed back down in the flood waters and dragged her bicycle out of the ditch, slung it in the back of the van and then got myself into the cab, then turned my cab light on to get a look at my find. She had blood on her face but I could see that she was breathing and so I stopped panicking and then used my phone to call triple nine.
They listened until I said she was breathing but seemed to be unconscious and I hadn't a clue what to do about that. One of the suggestions was that I loosened some clothing, and the conversation became a touch more difficult.
"I'm sorry but I'm not undoing anything. She's a very buxom young lady which I found out when I dragged her out of the water and I don't know if she knows that, but I am not about to start undoing anything in case she comes round while I'm doing it.
They tried to change my mind, but I was not budging so I told them where I was going, and they could arrange to collect her when I got there.
They had all the details that I could give them and so I rang off and started driving, backwards, because there was a truck coming the other way. This was a narrow country road and although my hazards were still on, and my headlights were on full beam he kept coming.
My panic stopped and his began when he stopped dead as his front wheels dropped into the collapsed pipe trench. If I hadn't pulled her out when I did, she would have been under one of those. I did triple nine again and gave them an update on the situation.
I told them that I would try to get where I was going but I might not manage it, because I was going to have to drive backwards for about two hundred yards to a field gate entrance to turn the van around and visibility was about ten feet so it might not happen.
About ten minutes later, the young passenger stirred and then lashed her arms about trying to work out where she was. I stopped before we ended up in a ditch.
Having worked it out, she stopped panicking and I explained what had been happening, and what I was trying to do.
I saw the sign for the village I was heading for and my satellite navigator agreed with me, so I indicated for the turn. My passenger didn't agree with either of us and shouted:
"No!"
I stopped.
"Why not?"
"That is a smaller road than this one, it has a sign about half a mile up there saying that it is a failed road and it's not lying. Keep going and take the second turn after this one.
"What's wrong with the first turn?
"It's a farm track."
"You know this area well then?"
"I've lived here all my life. Where are you going?"
I told her and she said that she'd guide me, because that was where she wanted to get to.
When I set off, I had thought I was going to a small town. I was wrong and as usual, so was my uncle Tom. It was a large village.
I took her to her home and dragged her bike out of the van and turned to ask her where I should put it but found myself looking at another woman, not much older than me.
"Just lean it against the wall and come inside or we'll drown."
I did as asked? Or perhaps ordered? I was not sure which. Once inside she wasted no time in demanding to know exactly what had happened.
This other woman was slim, with red hair, About five foot nine inches tall. She wore a nice tight T-shirt covering her nicely sized breasts although straining to do so. Flat tummy and long legs.
"She is soaked through, there is blood on her face, and she is crying, did you knock her off her bike?"
"Hold your horses, I found her and brought her home, but I didn't know that then."
"You found her?"
"Well, I saw her fall off her bike. Why don't you go and see how she is? I had better call triple nine and give 'em an update, all they know is that she's breathing and they'll be trying to get an ambulance here. It seems like she doesn't need one but she had been underwater, and she was unconscious when I fished her out."
"You fished her out of what?"
"Later, go and check on her, I'll tell you everything when you stop quizzing me."
The bloody woman glared at me and ran upstairs to her sister, except that she wasn't her sister.
I called triple nine and gave 'em an update, they hadn't sent an ambulance because nothing was available and some roads were impassable. Thank you very much, please get a doctor to have a look at her, goodbye.
A different woman came into the room. Actually, it was the same woman but with a whole new attitude and suddenly I was Mr. Superhero, she was Sally, and would I like something to eat and drink? Molly appears to be all right, with no headache and not feeling sick.
"She is taking a shower because I didn't want her in any deep water whilst I'm down here."
"Er; I need to tell you something, which you should know about, before very much longer because I do not want to be accused of any wrongdoing."
"What wrongdoing? What happened out there? She was cycling home from her riding school when the storm began to gather."
Halfway through my story she began to fry eggs and bacon and heat some beans, so I felt safe again. When I got to the handful of tits bit and me worried about red pressure marks showing up on her skin, she laughed.
When I explained how difficult it is to lift an unconscious girl into the cab of a transit van in torrential rain with her in a wide skirt and my hand being in a no-go zone, she was giggling.
"I've just seen her and she has no red pressure marks up top and I won't say a word about her underneath, so stop worrying. Please try to forgive your reception, I was taken in by appearances and I am so very sorry, you have been wonderful and so considerate.
You said you were coming here anyway; they must be expecting you and could be worrying about you by now so where precisely do you wish to be?"
I told her and she giggled again.
"This is my day for not getting anything right. If I had been sufficiently polite enough to ask the name of the person who saved my niece I..."
"Your Niece? I thought she was your sister."
"Who told you that she was my sister?"
"Nobody, I just turned around and you were behind me and you're not much older than me, Or her."
Another giggle.
"I'll have plenty of time to explain that but please tell me that your name is Jimmy."
"Er, yes it is. How did you... Is this the 'Old Vicarage' Guest House?"
"It is. I am the proprietor and I am also the customer you are building the bookshelves for. Your uncle Tom wanted to book you in for a week, but I've had to tell him that his information about the amount of shelving needed was grossly underestimated.
Whoever had taken down the details had used imperial and not metric sizes and it is a refit of a two-story building that is being refitted not a single story. The task is much larger than your uncle had been led to believe. He managed not to faint when I added that whoever had sub-contracted him had got everything wrong by at least fifty per cent.
Mind you, when he heard that I have a lot of the original oak shelving in storage which I had not included in my quotation request, he was much happier. After working out the ramification of the savings from using the original shelving timber he was even happier.
If he doesn't reflect that in the changes to the dimensions and amount of timber required for the additional story, his bottom line will be a great deal larger. He asked me to inform you that he wishes you to stay here until completion and that you will get a big bonus payment.
This pleases me because you are now my guest for at least a month and when I say guest I mean it. Your uncle has paid for two weeks but the job is a big one for one man and I think a month is a closer figure."
"Did he get anything right? It is a library I'm shelving, isn't it?"
"Yes, but not in a house. I am renovating the old Library which the parishioners of this village built over a hundred and fifty years ago. It closed when the county council opened a bigger library ten miles away and started a mobile service.
They stopped that over a year ago and now we have nothing. The residents held a meeting and we've formed a group to try and refurbish the old library and we now have an agreement that if we can provide suitable facilities then they will provide the books, but the running costs will be ours.
Molly came into the room, and I turned into stone. She wore a blouse which should have been reinforced, and a fitted skirt to just above knee level and she filled all of that to within a millimeter of their designed strain limits
I was staring, I know I shouldn't have done it but I had just been bewitched and had no idea how to handle that. Her Aunt was lovely, but she was gorgeous and I was smitten.
She also had red hair but was slightly shorter at around Five foot eight. A fuller face with large eyes, a wide mouth full of small white teeth. I already knew the size of her breasts but was eager to check how accurate my guess-timmation was.
I wanted to see for myself that she did not have any red pressure marks on what I was sure would be flawless skin.
Molly! That's not fair."
"I didn't come down to be fair, I came to say thank you for everything he's done for me and no there are no red marks, and you don't have to bother not telling me about where else he held me, I heard every word and I'm not embarrassed, why should I be? Can I call you Jimmy? I hope so because I want to say thank you and I would never kiss a stranger.
I was thanked and embarrassed because what was happening to my body was noticeable. So much so that Molly took her lips off mine and in a low voice, not in a whisper because I think she wanted Sally to hear it, she said:
"Are you that pleased to see me?"
"Molly!"
"What?"
"You can't do that to him, he's only just got here and he must be wondering what on earth he's landed in."
What I was wondering was if I would perhaps be lucky enough to fuck one of these two sexually charged women and how soon that would be.
I have little experience of women and none at all of sex with one but even I could tell that I had turned Molly's taps on and she'd certainly got my blood sizzling.
Her Aunt was a lovely woman not much older than I was but she was not acting as I would expect a horrified Aunt would. She seemed to be anxious and dare I say, envious because her niece had opened the batting?"
"Excuse me ladies but I think I would like to get my gear out of the van and see my room."
It broke the spell and soon I was up the same staircase that they'd used and then led to a room at the rear of the house. It was still pouring down outside but I could see a wide and deep balcony, probably with views of the surrounding countryside otherwise why have a balcony? I hadn't thought about Romeo and Juliet.
Peace had been restored between them and therefore dinner was a pleasant affair. I told them my life story which didn't take long and no, I didn't smoke. Yes, I like a beer occasionally, and that had more to do with taste than cost.
The stream of questions began, I loved my parents, my job and my motorbike. And no, I don't have a girlfriend, but I have a lot of friends who are girls. Because I haven't met one who attracts me, or me them, in that way, at least I don't think so.
"How about you, Molly? Anyone special in your life; or is it a bit too soon for romance?"
" Oh, I'd like to find out, but I haven't much choice around here, and I know them all. I don't get much chance to travel very far away from here.
You are the only new blood to be seen in this village for a long time; and you already know how Aunt Sally and I feel about that; so when the six other girls of my age find out about you, you're going to need a baseball bat or a lot of stamina."
"Molly!"
"Oh come on, Sally. They've not been schoolgirls for years, and neither have I."
"I'll tell you what I would like. I have never been through this area since I bought my motor bike. If you would ride on a pillion seat, I will happily let you show me the area while I show you the fun of going by motorbike. I mean both of you. If you can get away for a few hours at the weekend. You could take it in turns. I would love to do that."
I was not necessarily talking about “riding a motorbike."
"About Molly not being my sister, which was a lovely thing for you to say. Molly's mother was eighteen when she had her, I'm her sister. Eight when Molly was born, Molly is nineteen now so now you know that I am twenty-seven. Also, I am divorced.
Molly's parents managed to get married a few days before her birth. They got their degrees, became doctors and at present are working for a charity in Africa.
It is no place for Molly to be, and she doesn't want to be there anyway. We get on fine most of the time, but as you saw earlier, we do occasionally have different views on some things.
How old are you, Jimmy?" Molly asked.
"This morning I was twenty-two, now I'm not so sure. I do not have a great deal of experience of the big wide world and almost none when it involves women. Forgive me for being observant and not deaf but I would have to be dead not to be aware of the tension. I like you both and I know you’ve been quite friendly with me, but I have a job to do starting tomorrow morning and I'm tired so I will wish you goodnight. “
I had a good night's sleep until a nearby Cockerel began crowing around five forty a.m.
Breakfast was quiet. Sally and I were alone as Molly had already gone to her job in the local council offices. Sally didn't say much until we went to the library building; and then she never stopped talking.
After I'd seen the drawings and the wood storage arrangements, I set up a workplace in the front end of what would be the library. For five days I worked, ate, and slept.
Saturday was different. I took the two women in the van to my home, I left them with my parents whom I knew would talk their ears off with tales about me. I went to Tom's yard and sorted some more gear into the van.
Back at home, I loaded the motorbike into the van which only just fitted in there, then had lunch with my parents and our guests. We then returned to The Old Vicarage.
I was having a good time in the library, chatting with the people popping in to see how the work was going, or watching the young women of the village coming to see how fit I was.
The days flew by but the tension was rising in the Old Vicarage; and the dam burst on the Thursday night of my second week.
That night my balcony door opened, Sally entered the room and climbed into my bed.
"Waiting for you to decide which of us you want is not my style. I want you to fuck me tonight and even if you never do it again I will be happy. I want to show you what having an experienced woman is like, before you take Molly. She is still a virgin; I think. Please just lay back and let me take you to paradise."
"How did ...?"
I put them up on Monday. It's a fire escape ladder which I have to provide, if that room is occupied, which it rarely is. It is a vertical ladder which clips to the wall, you can't see it because it doesn't project away from the house.
"Sally, I am a 22 year old virgin male in a position I guess every young man dreams of being in. I think you're gorgeous, and yes I would love to have your body.
It's driving me crazy right now, and I want to have it. I love your offer of showing me how to pleasure Molly, and if I am ever fortunate enough to have her body under me, I know that the experience would be fantastic for both of us.
The problem is that I think I love Molly, and I want her to be happy, but I doubt that she would ever be happy with me if I fucked you before giving her the chance of allowing me to do it to her; whether the experience was good, bad, or indifferent."
Sally sat there, listening. Then gave me an admiring smile. She kissed me and left the bed, put her onesie on and went onto the balcony. Some moments later I heard a slight scraping noise, then silence.
Leaving my bed, I checked that she had relocked the balcony door as she left, and she had. I lay in my bed feeling bloody randy and amazed that I could lie beside a naked woman who was asking me to fuck her, and say no.
Sally was bright and breezy at breakfast, and even Molly had stayed long enough to ask about my work before leaving to go and do hers.
After Molly had gone Sally sat beside me and said that she thought I was something special. She also said that she thought I would make Molly extremely happy if I told her what I'd said last night.
"What! All of it?"
"No, you fool! The bit about thinking that you loved her. She is in a terrible place at the moment. She is living in the same house as the only man ever to have held her breasts and that same man had held her wet swollen twat, and still didn't show anything other than friendship.
She loves you and you love her, so tell her, you gormless idiot; and I'll go and sleep in the shed tonight. After that, I am going to have a word or two in her ear."
"About what?"
"Sex, mainly."
I ruined a perfectly decent plank of oak and in my current state of mind using electric cutting tools was not a good idea, so I stopped and went into the village centre for a walk, That took five minutes off my day but it put me outside the council offices; and inside those offices lurked my future.
My problem was working out how to let her know that. I did what any sane person in my position wouldn't do and entered the council offices and came face to face with my fate. That was because the doors opened into a vestibule housing a large, curved counter with four young ladies waiting for someone to come and ask them something.
One of them was called Molly; and I went cold and then hot and weak-kneed. Molly was staring at me and three young ladies were staring at her because she was crimson faced.
I walked across that granite floor as though it was hot ash and quietly asked her if I could have a piece of paper and a pen with which to write down my question.
She fumbled around so one of her colleagues handed her a pad and a pen which she passed to me. As I wrote my question down three young ladies leaned as far over as they could to see if they could see or hear anything of the exchange.
Passing the pad back to Molly was my last link with normality. She tore the top sheet off and dropped the pad. It tumbled under the counter, and Molly almost handed the note to the colleague, but thank goodness she must have breathed in. The return of oxygen supply caused her brain to restart so she kept it.
She reached over, and her colleague handed her another pad to write her reply on.
Molly glanced again at the note, then rapidly wrote a reply, passed the pad to me, and swiftly went through a swinging door behind her. I turned the pad around and read her reply, and then left the building.
What I didn't do was take the top sheet off the pad and as the doors closed behind me, I heard a woman behind me say;
"It says YES! In capitals."
It was fortunate that I remembered that she'd taken my question with her when she'd left the room.
When Molly came home that evening, she went straight upstairs and a few moments later she came down and stapled my question to the house notice board followed by a photocopy of her answer.
Sally read them and went upstairs. She returned with a woolly hat, sleeping bag, and a pillow, took them out to the shed and returned to make dinner. Molly was crimson again.
The note I had written said:
'From the Fisherman to his Catch.
I Love You.
Will you let me make love to you?'
By heighrick for Literotica