1. Mavis


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: Djinnrummy, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    My dad asked me if I would do him big favour. He'd promised a woman living on the other side of town that he would clear out all the rubbish in her cellar. Her husband had recently died, and as they'd been long-time members of the same golf club, he'd met her at tournaments and social functions. My own opinion was that he'd met her a few more times than he'd care to admit, and I could see why. He was now unwilling to renew the association because he didn't want to cheat on mom anymore. She had contacted him to see if he could help her. The house she lived in was far too large for her and so she wanted to move to a smaller house or flat. She needed to prepare the house before placing it on the market. Could he help? It wasn't that she couldn't afford to hire a company to do it. Her husband had left her very well provided for, but she wasn't about to spend any more than she needed to. It was more about using the contacts she had and dad fitted the bill. Dad was manager of a property management and maintenance company so it would normally be no trouble to organize something for her, but all his labour staff were working or had booked time off to attend a major league championship football match. I was self-employed, carrying out house maintenance, and guess who used my services? I offered to take his ticket so that it wouldn't be wasted. The trouble was he knew that, as I wasn't interested in football, I'd sell it. He was right; I would, so I was offered fifty pounds to go in ...
    his place, as a favour. I said that as I would have travel costs, I'd keep the job off the books, but I wanted thirty pounds travel allowance. We settled on twenty-five. I was now going to do an easy day's work for seventy-five pounds. I presented myself at the woman's house and explained that as my dad was unable to be here I was his replacement. She looked me up and down and told me I'd do very well as my dad's replacement. She told me to call her Mavis then showed me the cellar, and I knew I was in for a full day’s work. It was a huge cellar and full of, for want of a better word, crap. It wasn’t such easy money after all. I stripped to the waist and changed into an old pair of shorts I'd brought with me. I started hauling piles of junk upstairs and stacking it in the skip she'd hired which was, thankfully, large and in the front garden. I was kept supplied with drinks and snacks, and as Mavis spent most of the time in the doorway, as I moved stuff around, we chatted. She hated being alone in this house and having made the decision to move, she wanted to be out of the place quickly. Twelve o'clock came and she'd made lunch. I had filthy shorts on, so when I went to wash my hands I changed into my jeans. I could see that I was being watched through the slightly open bathroom door, but just as my shorts dropped, Mavis knocked on the door to tell me that she had a towel for me. The door 'just happened' to open a little further when she knocked and I watched her eyes widen when ...
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