Over coming the guilt factor.

When I was still at college, I occasionally help out an nearby couple who ran their own business on the side of their 9 to 5 jobs. If they were doubled booked or unable to cover a booking due to work or social/family commitments, They'd call and ask me, if I was free to help out. The extra money always came in handy as I was at college and it was also something I enjoyed. Whenever, I work for them they would always picked me up and dropped me off at the end of the night. As at that time I could not drive. It was a good set up. Then I moved out of my parents into my own attic flat in a small village 9 miles away. I still worked for them whenever I was asked. it was a good set up all round.

So one Thursday night in early August. I got a call from them, asking me to cover a mid week booking in the middle of the following week. They had manage to get a great last minute cheap deal on a weeks holiday in Turkey. They explained to me that that the booking was pretty straight forward it was just 2 hours. So they needed someone to cover these two hours for them. This was a fairly regular booking and didn't want to let the customer down. I said I would love to help them out. It would not be a problem for me, other than the obvious challenge of transportation. They told me that they managed to get Lesley (name changed) to drive me. All they needed me to do was help her load and unload the car with the equipment before and after the booking. I said that's cool go away and enjoy your holiday. Everything would be fine. They thanked me and told me they would bring me something nice back.

I should say that I knew of Lesley! But, I had never seen or met her before. I had heard them mention her on various occasions. The sum total of what I knew then was Lesley was a couple of years older than me and she was the girlfriend of their son Mike (name changed) Mike and Lesley had moved away. Both of them securing good jobs. Everything was going fine with the move for them. Then one night Mike got into fight in a pub. The guy Mike was fighting ended up in the ICU having lost a lot of blood as both had used bottles during the fight. Mike was given 3 years in prison. So Lesley was all alone far from home. she was unable to cope alone and decided to come back home. She managed to get a job and a one bedroom flat of her own. She would travel down to visit Mike, often the couple went down with her.

So on that warm sunny August evening. I was waiting outside my flat to be picked up. I seen the couple's car coming up my street and as it passed to turn at the top of the street I seen a woman with blonde hair driving and giving me a quick wave. Thinking to myself, so that is Lesley. The car turned at the top of the street , then drove down to where I was standing. When the car stopped, Lesley got out and came around and introduced herself. She told me that she had managed to load the car, as it seem a bit silly to drive past, only to drive all the way back then drive to the venue. She asked me to check everything was there. I had a look in the boot and everything was indeed there. So we headed off to do the booking.

The thing to remember is it was a warm summer's evening and I am a red blooded male. So as we travelled to the venue. I will admit that I did have a good look at Lesley in her thigh faded ripped jeans and pink sleeveless tee shirt. I will hold my hands up and say I thought she was both really pretty and extremely sexy looking. Even her scent filled my senses. I knew it was wrong of me. I just couldn't help myself. It was obvious to me that Lesley had noticed I was checking her out, The cheeky smile on her face was confirmation enough. So we got to the venue and loaded in and checked everything was working. Then Lesley said she would see me in a couple of hours, she was going to go home and would be back by the time I was finished.

While I was doing the booking. I told myself to behave myself and to remember who Lesley was. Telling myself to control myself when she returned. By the time I was finished and had packed up the gear. I went outside and Lesley was waiting by the back door!!! While I was controlling my urges. The Bold Lesley had gone home and got changed. There she was in front of me. With a white cotton vest top with a white lace bra clearly visible. Gone was the tight blue jeans replaced by a short faded frayed edge denim skirt and a pair of flip flops. Her skin looked so smooth and perfectly tanned by the recent sunny weather. Topped of with her long blonde hair tied in Fishtail Braids. I loaded the car with lighting speed and efficiency. We sent off to unload the car and she was gonna drive me home. We made small talk about the booking until we got to the couple's empty home, where we unloaded the equipment. When we set off back to my flat. She asked, if I didn't mind, if she popped into a supermarket for a few things before it closed. I said that was OK, I was in no rush. When I say I was in no rush. You best believe I was in no rush. When got to the supermarket. Off she went saying she would only be a few mins. As I was sitting in the car. I decided to stand outside, until she returned, as the car was getting very warm and it was such a warm evening. I wanted to stand outside . Sure enough she was back in about 5 mins. As she got to the car she gave me a big smile and gave me one of those side way glances over the roof as she got into the car. As we travelled back to mine. She asked me about my flat. I told her i loved my attic flat. There was fantastic views out of all my large sloping dormer windows. We made some other small talk. Then I said something. you know one of those innocent small talk things that as soon as you say it. you realise it has double meaning as soon as it leaves your mind. I said It must be very difficult for you on your own. with Mike in prison for so long and so far away. She said some days are better than others. but. recently she admitted she was finding it difficult. She told me he had been in prison, just over a year. We said nothing for the rest of the journey. When we got back to my flat. I asked her if she wanted to have a look at my flat as she had asked about it. She said yes. When got up to my flat and I gave her the grand tour. She had a look at my bathroom and said she missed not having a shower. I said I have the option of both a shower or a bath. Then into my bedroom which was kinda small with only enough room for a double bed and a wardrobe and just enough space to walk round them. I told her to stand on my bed so she was able to look out the windows to see the great views. She was standing on my bed and she was half out my window. I said it looked kinda dangerous, as she was not on a firm footing. So I told her the living room window was a better view and much safer. I would like to say at this point. I know I have let two golden opportunities pass. but, I was still trying to get over the guilt factor. The Pragmatism was not lost on me. We went into the living room. She had a good look out the window and I pointed out what she was looking, telling her the castle was light up at night, The views from the top of that hill were stunning. I was aware she was standing there waiting for me to make my move. I was wrestling with my the devil and the angel on my shoulder. The angel was winning. I must admit. it was the choice between sex or the possible loss of friends.

She stepped away and said is that your kitchen. i said yes leading her towards it. She was standing in my L shape counter top galley style kitchen. Telling me how much, she liked the kitchen and my flat. She asked what the views from my kitchen window was like. I told her it was mainly other flats back doors. However, this time of the night. The birds circling the church spire was amazing to see. The only trouble was you have to open the cupboard door below the sink and stand on the inside of the cupboard and lean over the sink to get a good view. I open the door and pointed to the step up. She kicked off her flip flops into the corner of the kitchen and stepped up and marveled at the starlings throwing dark shadows in the dusk sky around the church spire. she was lean so far forward her short skirt has risen up her legs. I stood behind her caught in two minds. Then I said to myself it will only be a problem if people find out. She had given me a few signs during the course of the evening. I stood behind her, My eyes fixed on her skirt clinging to her ass and those long tanned legs. I thought to myself what if she objects if I was to touch her. As result all hell would surely break loose. I did a quick calculation in my head going over all the info before me and possible likely outcomes. I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I lightly brush my fingertips up her outer thighs, as her body rose up and tightened up. I continued to bring my fingers upward lifting her skirt higher, until I could see she was not wearing anything below her skirt. She stepped down, off the inside of the cupboard and pressed herself back against my body. As her right hand came up to hold the back of my head , while she slipped her left hand behind her back.

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