After 12 months of putting this off, I have decided to do a sequel to this story. So many readers have requested one – so here goes.
Jean woke up the morning after the storm. She remembered that the washing machine had broken and that someone had fixed it for her. She had been so tired after the bout of housework she had previously done that day, that she had dinner and taken a sleeping pill so that the storm wouldn't disturb her sleep.
She had gone to bed and slept very soundly. Little did she know that Terry the repairman had re-visited her and had his way with her while she was out to it. In fact, he vowed that he would come back and fuck her when she was awake.
After she had her breakfast, she looked around the house and couldn't find anything that really needed doing, as she had cleaned so thoroughly the day before. She decided that she would just sit out on the back porch and do a bit of reading. She found a romance novel that she had been trying to get to for a few days and settled herself on the lounger outside. After about a half-hour of reading she went inside for a drink. While she was there the doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting any visitors and wondered who it could be?
She opened the door to find a young man standing there.
"Hello Jean, I thought I would just check and see if the washing machine was working alright."
She then remembered that it was Terry, the repairman.
"Come in Terry, the machine is going great. Would you like a cold drink or a coffee since you are here?"
"Thanks Jean, I have been working since early this morning and haven't had breakfast as yet, so a cup of coffee would go down well."
Terry came into the lounge room and Jean proceeded to the kitchen to start the coffee.
Now, Terry was about 46 and stood about 6'1", he had short brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was a fit young man and played basketball when he had the time.
He followed Jean out to the kitchen and sat on a stool watching her.
"How about I make you some breakfast Terry, seeing as you haven't had any. It won't take me long to whip up some sausages and eggs or something like that."
"You don't have to do that Jean, I can have an early lunch."
"Don't be silly, you didn't charge me for the repairs yesterday so I feel I owe you something."
Jean went ahead and made up a batch of pancakes, along with some bacon, sausages and eggs and served it up to him with a strong cup of coffee. Terry tucked into it as though it had been his only meal in a long time.
It didn't take him long to finish it off.
"Well, said Jean. You were certainly hungry. Don't you get fed at home?"
"I live alone Jean, so I only eat when I am very hungry and never anything that tasted as good as that meal just did."
"Glad to hear you enjoyed it, but you should look after yourself a little better."
Jean was starting to sound like a mother, but Terry didn't want her dietary advice. He was more interested in getting her into bed so that he could feast on HER bounteous charms. Of course she didn't know that.
"So what do you have to do the rest of the day, Terry. More washing machines to fix I suppose."
"Actually, I don't usually work on the weekend; it was just an emergency today and I was the only one available at short notice. So I am free for the rest of the day. I know what though, why don't I take you out for a drive? I am sure a day out would be good for both of us."
"Oh Terry, you don't have to worry about an old lady like me, I am just going to do some more reading."
"Now Jean, I mean it, I would love to take you out. So let's get going."
"I will have to change, so give me a few moments, dear boy."
Jean almost ran to her room and changed into a pretty floral dress and sandals. She grabbed a wrap in case the wind came up and her handbag and went to meet Terry at the front door.
They settled in the van and drove out of town. Terry suggested that they stop and pick up a hamper so that they could have a picnic. He had some rugs in the back of the van. They did this and also a bottle of Chardonnay wine to drink with the meal.
They drove towards the beach. Jean had not been to this part of the beach before. She didn't have a car, so therefore didn't get out of town too much. Terry pulled on a deserted car park and hopped out. He ran around to the passenger's side and held the door open for her. She thought to herself, what a lovely young man he was, and so courteous.
She still didn't know what Terry had in mind though.
Terry grabbed the picnic hamper and a couple of rugs from the back of the van and led Jean down onto the sand. It was so peaceful there, no people and only a few gulls flying overhead. He lay the rugs on the sand and told her to make herself comfortable.
Just laying there together was so great. Jean very nearly dozed off. As she opened her eyes she noticed Terry looking at her.
"What is it Terry? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Jean, I am sorry, but I have a confession to make to you."
"What is it, what's wrong?"
"Well Jean, yesterday when I was at your place I must have inadvertently picked up your key along with my things. I didn't realize this until about 10.00 o'clock and when I got back to your place, it was in darkness. I wasn't sure what to do, or if you would need you key this morning, so I let myself in and put it on the phone table.