The Lady Is A Tramp

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It was a slow day at the office and I was just about to close up shop and head home when the phone rang, scaring the daylights out of me. Since we are a construction company and usually it is pretty noisy when we are working, the ringer on the phone is set pretty loud. But now with it as quiet as it was, it was deafening and I practically jumped out of my skin when it rang! “Hello, Johnson Brothers Landscaping, can I help you?” I said, once I could speak again. “Yes this is Claudia Wentworth. I would like someone from your company to come over and give me an estimate on some work I would like done,” the voice on the other end of the phone said. “I see. Yes we can come over and discuss your ideas and give you an estimate. How does tomorrow afternoon work for you?” “Tomorrow afternoon will be fine. I have an appointment at 4:00 in the afternoon but before that I am available.” “All right then… I can come over and take a look at your plans about 2:00 then.” “Fine. I will see you then. The address is 1547 Avondale Lane,” she said and hung up. I didn’t know what she had in mind or if we could help her, but I penciled her name and address in my appointment book and then closed up the office and went home. The next day I drove to the address that Mrs. Wentworth gave me. I knew the area, although I had never done any work in that part of town. Avondale Lane was in the wealthy part of town and the houses and properties were huge there. A lot of people with a lot of money. I was looking forward to this job and I hoped it was going to be a good-sized one… the company could use a windfall right about then, since most of the jobs we had gotten so far that season were just small-time things. We needed something substantial before the close of the season to make our summer worthwhile. I pulled up to this big iron bar gate and opened the window to push the speaker button announcing my arrival. “Yes?” the man’s voice from the speaker said. “Alan Johnson from Johnson Brothers Landscaping here to see Mrs. Wentworth for an estimate of work she wanted to do,” I said into the speaker. There was a long pause and I was starting to get nervous that this was all just a practical joke, when suddenly I heard a loud buzz and the gate began to open. I let the gate get wide enough for my truck and then drove into the gated property. I drove up to the front of the house on the semi-circular brick driveway. I parked in the front of the house, between the large fountain on the left side of my truck and the house on the right. The house was one of those huge Colonial type mansions with several big columns in the front and a second story balcony that you could just picture Scarlet O’Hara standing at looking out over the property. I walked up to the immense double front doors and rang the doorbell. A few moments later a man came to the door and ushered me inside. “You may wait in the study. Mrs. Wentworth will be with you shortly,” the man said. So I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk to wait for Mrs. Wentworth. I didn’t have to wait long. “Ahh, Mr. Johnson, thank you for coming by to see what I had in mind for my property,” she said, as she walked in the room. From the position of the desk and my chair I couldn’t get a good view of my potential client, so I stood and turned to return her greeting. As Tunalı escort bayan I turned to see my host, I was shocked to see a very stunning woman, in her mid to late 30’s standing there in the doorway. Mrs. Wentworth was about five foot five inches tall, with blonde wavy hair that cascaded down her back like a yellow waterfall to just below her shoulder blades. Her hair framed a very lovely face, complete with gorgeous blue eyes and full red lips. She was dressed very stylishly, in a figure-flattering shimmering gold, mid-thigh length dress with a deep V neckline that accentuated her lovely breasts nicely. She had matching gold ankle-strap six inch high heels which brought her eye level with my six foot height. Her makeup was flawless and she looked like she was on her way to an evening out. I shook off my surprised appreciation and took her hand, shaking it lightly. “Thank you Mrs. Wentworth for considering our company for your needs. Shall we see what we can do for you?” I said. “Straight to the business at hand… I admire that. But please, call me Claudia. Mrs. Wentworth is so formal and wordy!” she said. “Very well, Claudia. You can call me Alan then,” I replied. She smiled, “Alan it is then. Would you like a cup of coffee or something while we talk?” “A cup of coffee would be nice,” I said. She buzzed the man who had seen me inside. “Yes ma’am?” he said. “Yes, bring us a couple cups of coffee please, Thomas. How do you take yours, Alan?” she asked. “Just black will be fine,” I said to him. “Very well, I shall return momentarily,” he said, turning to leave. “Now then shall we get started?” she said. “What I would like to do is create a garden area in the back of the house. I would like a stone pathway that takes you through the gardens. I want a small coy pond with a nice bench for sitting while watching the fish. I want a variety of flowers lining the pathway with some low bushes such as juniper to provide ground cover and taller hedges and shaped bushes for privacy and art elements,” she explained. She’d had a drawing made of her property so she could show me what she was looking for. I had to admit, the lady had good taste and knew what she liked! “Yes, I can see your vision, Claudia, and it looks wonderful. I am certain we can give you all you ask for here easily enough. If you’d like I can go back to my office and draw you up an estimate and get back to you with the costs and timeline we would be looking at to do the job,” I said. “There’s no need for an estimate, Alan. If you say you can do the job, you have it. Money is no object for me, results are all that I care about,” she said, reaching out to place her hand over mine. She gave my hand a small squeeze and I wasn’t sure, but I thought I felt something more than “business” in that touch. I went back to the office to start working on Mrs. Wentworth’s project. I didn’t give the handholding thing any more thought, I was sure I was just imagining things. I had to get my crew up to speed as well as get in touch with my suppliers to get the materials needed to complete the work. So after a few days of phone calls, office work and planning, I was ready to begin the work. “Hello, Mrs. Wentworth please, this is Alan Johnson, from Johnsons Brothers Landscaping calling,” I said. “Just a moment,” Escort ulus the voice said. Presently I heard Claudia’s voice. “Hello Alan, I was just thinking about calling you!” she said. “Well, I got everything ready to begin work. I was hoping we could get together one more time before I get started just incase I missed something,” I said. “Yes that would be fine. How does tomorrow look for you? I am open all day,” she said. “Tomorrow would be great… say about 2:00?” I said. “That would be fine. I will see you at 2:00 tomorrow then. I am looking forward to getting this project going!” she said. The next day I was preparing to meet with Claudia and I made sure I had everything I needed for the meeting. I drove over to her place and was once again ushered inside. Claudia showed up once again looking stunning and we went into the living room this time where she said we would be much more comfortable. Her home was magnificent and I was totally awestruck by the size and decor of the place. I would have liked to have had the money they spent just in living room furniture! “You have a spectacular home, Claudia. You and Mr. Wentworth must be very happy here,” I said. “Well Mr. Wentworth doesn’t spend much time here. In fact, he is gone much more than he is home,” she said with a soft sigh. “Oh? What does Mr. Wentworth do that would take him from such a palatial home as this?” I asked. “Well, my husband is involved in many things – oil, investments, and such. You see, we come from what is commonly referred to as ‘old money’, meaning that we were born into money. My husband learned how to manage investments and he takes care of where and how we spend the money so we will always be able to live this way,” she said. “He must be very good at it. This place is breathtaking,” I said. “Thank you, Alan. But as grand as this place is, it can be a cold and lonely place sometimes,” she said. I didn’t know it at the time, but this last statement was going to turn out to be quite prophetic. After we talked about the ideas and plans for her backyard garden, we decided to go out and see the area firsthand. We went out through the French doors that led onto the big back deck and I was able to get an overlay of the area from the high deck. Once I saw the area I would be dealing with, we went down the stairs to the ground level itself for a walkthough. We were walking through what would soon be her backyard garden, and I was pointing out what would go where and walking down the imaginary stone path I would create. As I talked and told her how I would lay everything out, she suddenly took my arm. “Everything sounds so beautiful, Alan. I can’t wait to see it finished!” she said. Her voice had a different sound to it and with her pressed up against me as we walked, I turned to her. “Claudia?” I asked, wondering what was happening. She turned to face me. “Alan, you don’t know what my life is like. You see a rich woman living a life of luxury and affluence… a life apparently free from worry and care. But really the truth is far different. Yes, I have all the money I could possibly want and I have people at my beck and call. But money truly isn’t everything. This house, for all its elegance and grandeur, is a very lonely place for a woman who needs someone to love her,” she said, yenimahalle escort her voice quivering as she spoke. “What about your husband? I know he is away a lot but what about when he is home?” I asked. “Donald and I haven’t been close for a long time. He has his work and his life with his friends. Even on the rare occasions he is here to get his clothes washed and repack his suitcases, we aren’t really together. We haven’t been intimate in years,” she confessed. “You mean you haven’t…?” I said shocked. “No, I didn’t say that. I just haven’t with him. Alan, I am a very passionate woman and I have certain needs that have to be fulfilled. Unfortunately my husband doesn’t understand or appreciate that fact. So I have had to look elsewhere for my fulfillment,” she said. “Well, Claudia, I am so sorry to hear this… but what does it have to do with me?” I asked. “Alan, I’m not going to lie to you. I find you extremely attractive – I have since we first met. That’s part of why you got the job. I told you that money is no object, I found you attractive, you said you could do the job, so you got it,” she said. Now the handholding thing made sense! I looked at Claudia Wentworth in a different light at that moment. Not as some wealthy woman interested in making her spectacular home even more so. Not as a spoiled woman with more money than she knew what to do with. But as a woman so trapped by the life she found herself in that she was miserable. Trapped by the very thing most of us would give our eye teeth to have more of. Claudia Wentworth was literally drowning in her own money. Then I did something so outrageous that to this day I still can’t believe I had the nerve. I took Claudia, my client, into my arms, lifted her tear-streaked face to mine, and kissed her. Not just a small peck on the cheek kiss either – I kissed her long and deep and intimately. Claudia melted in my arms as I drew her in closer. I tasted her sweet lips as I crushed my mouth to hers, and I heard the soft moan of desire as it escaped her mouth, only to be captured in mine. She put her arms around my neck and clung tightly to me, unwilling to let me go. And truth be told I wasn’t sure I wanted to be let go. This warm, sensuous, beautiful woman felt very good in my arms, and the softness of her body, the scent of her hair, and the soft moans she was breathing out were beginning to have a definite effect on my cock! Claudia pressed herself closer to me and felt the growing bulge in my crotch. She moaned louder, knowing that she wasn’t the only one feeling the moment. She reached down and gripped my cock through my pants and squeezed it, feeling my hardness and size. She pulled back a bit and looked into my face, her eyes flicking back and forth searching for something from me. “What about Thomas?” I said. “Thomas is loyal to me. He won’t say anything,” she whispered, her voice already tinged with lust. I reached down and swept Claudia’s legs up and carried her back to the house. As I got to the top of the stairs and crossed the deck, Thomas opened the French doors for us and stood aside as I walked past. “Thank you, Thomas,” I said as I walked past him. “Not at all, sir,” he replied as he closed the doors again. I carried Claudia to the bedroom as she directed me and when we reached the bedroom, I laid her down on her huge king-sized bed. “Please understand… normally, I am not nearly so forward Alan, nor so easy to get into bed. But, to be honest, I believe that you have something that I really need right now!” “Oh?” I asked toying with her a bit and adding to the tension. “I think you know what I mean Alan.

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