Message-ID: <1044eli$9706010110@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Educating Darren, Part Three. Story:- Educating Darren, by Ms. Christine Stevenson. http://www.mschristine.com Part Three. ---------------------------- Darren left work with the others at five. He decided that the bitch could wait while he had one beer with the lads before going to her apartment. Besides he did not want to miss the opportunity of letting them all know what he thought he was going there for. "She's definitely hot. You should have seen the way she looked at me. She couldn't have made it plainer if she had sent me an engraved invitation. I am beginning to wonder if she really has a plumbing leak at all. Her husband is probably away and she likes to have a bit on the side. All these rich bitches are the same you know." he said, and all the others nodded in agreement. He left, promising to tell them all about it first thing on Monday morning at the site. Caroline's apartment was not too far away and he could have walked. However, he decided to take his motor bike and his tools just to make sure he could get home easily later on if he stayed for a while, and to make a show of turning up ready to fix the leak, in case he really did have to do that first. Alise heard the bike pull up and stood ready to open the door, heart pounding. As it turned out, as the bell rang 'she' opened the door and Caroline came into the hallway to greet her guest at the same moment. Darren barely took in the fact that his employer had a maid. 'Thank you. Thank you.' thought Alise. But was very well aware that the night was young yet, and he had absolutely no idea what Caroline intended to do later. "Ah! I am so glad you could come. This problem with my wash basin has been bothering me for ages" she lied. In fact, Alise had been ordered to take a monkey wrench to it earlier, to make it leak. "Would you follow me please, and I will show you the way. We will have to go through my bedroom to get to it - the problem is in my private bathroom." She favoured him with another one of her dazzling smiles as she noticed her outfit was having the desired effect on him - a hard bulge in the front of his tight jeans. 'Well it looks as if things are going to turn out just right' he thought as he followed her up the stairs. The outfit she had eventually chosen was a tight fitting short black dress that clung to her body like a second skin. It had a slit at the back so that as Darren followed her he saw first one stocking top then the other. The bulge became even harder. By the time they reached the errant leak Darren's mind was definitely not on plumbing, but it did seem as if she wanted the leak dealt with first so he put his tool bag down and lay on his back under the basin. Caroline moved so that she stood right over him and put her hands on her hips, just the way he had done earlier in the day. This afforded him a view up between her legs and he could just about make out the crotch of her black panties. 'Now how the hell did she expect him to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing, if she was going to tease him like that?' he thought. He put a hand on her leg and started to slide it upwards. She moved back slightly and said, "I think you should fix that first, don't you?" Reluctantly he withdrew his hand and tried to concentrate on the job. He reached for a wrench from his tool bag and began to tighten the loose joint. Caroline disappeared. When he finished he stood up and carried his tools back towards the bedroom. Caroline was there holding a glass of champagne, which she offered to him. He took the glass, dropped his toolbag and watched as she reached for her glass and raised it to make a toast. "To a memorable evening," she said and downed the whole glass. Darren, who was not much of a champagne drinker, followed suit. Caroline then placed herself provocatively on the edge of the bed and beckoned him to come closer with one finely manicured finger. The last thing he saw before the world seemed to disappear and his legs crumpled beneath him were little flashes of red nail polish as her finger curled and uncurled. End of Part three:- ----------------------------------------------------- The DOMestic mailing list. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by david & Christine Stevenson. 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