Shaded Creek B&B Ch. 01 Pt. 01

Sorry the end of this leaves you hanging... Part Two will be up soon!

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Springing up in bed, reacting frantically to the drilling percussions of his alarm clock, Cal realized he was indeed conscious, yet again. Another day, a beautiful one, judging by the amount of light streaming in through his window. With a deep sigh, a long pause, and another, deeper sigh, Cal half rolled and half jumped out of his bed.

Sunny it may be, but in his temporary establishments here at Shaded Creek Bed & Breakfast, the thirty-six degree morning was felt more than he preferred. Still, he got to live in a two room cottage rent free, and it didn't affect his salary much either! Cal enjoyed being the General Needs Manager, he got to use a chainsaw whenever he wanted, sometimes when he didn't, and also help tend to the couples and families that passed through like clock work; an interesting balance.

He got dressed in a hurry, even with the heater at full blast, a strong breeze still made it through visible and invisible cracks. The house was full up heading into the weekend, so Cal's efforts were dedicated to keeping the folks happy and trouble free inside. Dressing accordingly, he put on a pair of dark low-rise jeans, and tucked in a casual, white button-up shirt. Putting on a belt, and tossing on his leather chucks he opened the door and jogged across the lawn to the main house.

His long legs and lanky body combined with the hangover he'd somehow managed to get from smoking too much the night before, made for an amusing sight, as his attempted bee-line for the door ending up curving more than he would ever admit.

Finally reaching the confines of the expansive, six-bedroom mansion, Cal rubbed his arms to warm up as he headed upstairs to the kitchen. Janice was putting the finishing touches on the day's breakfast and it smelled fabulous. She smiled and greeted him as he topped the stairs gesturing towards a plate on the counter. A few crepes and a handful of diced strawberries lay in wait. Giving Janice a big hug, and assuring her that she was the best, he grabbed a fork and some syrup. The plate was empty shortly thereafter.

Fed, and having no other excuse to delay the start of his day, Cal went to the office to see what was on the schedule for his day. Pretty typical, that morning he was to help clean and ready two rooms for a family arriving later that afternoon, and his afternoon and evening would consist of being on call for anything they needed help with. Lather, rinse, and repeat...

Tom, Janice's husband and Cal's other boss, teased him, saying that he was pretty sure the daughter coming later was about his age. They made their usual crude, fantastical jokes and moved on. Cal went up, stripped both beds and got them in the wash. General Needs really meant general needs. He vacuumed, neatened, and adjusted the room to a metrosexual degree. Its what he was paid for, after all.

By noon, both rooms were spotless and the whole second floor was looking tidier. He took a long lunch, sitting out on the deck eating an apple, taking a bite every few minutes and chewing while he zoned out on the mountains in front of him. Even in the winter, the Blue Ridge Mountains were awe inspiring, especially when it hurt your neck to look at the ridgeline for too long. He was lost in some other world when he heard a vehicle coming down the driveway.

Cal got up and launched his apple core towards the woods. He cringed when it bounced off the tin roof of his cottage, but played it off and went on in the house. Peaking out the front windows, he waited for the opportune time to go out and help with luggage while they checked in with Tom.

The driver's door opened, and Cal opened the front door. He was halfway across the landing when the back door opened; he instantly saw a blonde head exiting. Pausing at the top of the steps and sending a pleasant and practiced greeting to the dad, Cal's eyes stayed locked on the blonde hair as it rose out of the sedan.

Ooo, she was tall. Maybe five-ten? And... yes! Long, slender legs. C'mon, turn toward the trunk. Yes! Perfectly buxom! She glanced up at Cal when he replied to some irrelevant thing her dad was talking about, and caught him looking right at her. Red handed, Cal just smiled his best smile and broke eye contact, looking at her dad for the first time.

He was looking at her, and then glanced back at Cal a second later. Cal was sure he saw the dad shake his head ever so slightly; but his countenance was still friendly. Cal sighed; he descended the stairs and met Mom, Dad, and Daughter at the trunk. He said he would take their luggage to their rooms if they wanted to go on inside and check in.

The parents obliged, and started up the steps. The blonde stayed behind.

"I'm Jackie," she stuck out her hand with a smile.

"Cal. Its so nice to meet you." He couldn't help but say it with a minute devilish grin. "Can I take your bag for you?"

"That's alright, you'll have your hands full with my parent's. I'll spare you the second trip." She bent over and picked up her bag. She bent over. Cal's hands were twenty inches from that perfect round.... She stood back up. "Whatcha lookin' at?"

Cal went beat red. Reaching for the nearest excuse, "I was admiring your... pumps... They do great things for your... legs..." He shook his head as his excuse failed miserably.

She laughed, "Mhmm," and started walking toward the steps. Cal quickly picked up her parent's (extremely heavy) bags and followed. The thought crossed his mind that she might be walking ahead of him to put on a show. Her ass did seem to wave back and forth an awful lot. He felt his pulse in his pants. When she got to the top she glanced back with a grin. It was a show. The pulse grew stronger.

They passed her parents, who were talking with Tom in the foyer. He was schmoozing at his best, and they were soaking it up. He glanced over at Cal and Cal winked. Cal never winks. Tom tried to hide his amusement as he turned back to Jackie's mom and dad.

Cal came up beside Jackie and motioned to a staircase, and took the lead. Holding her parent's bags in the way that would most accentuated his toned arms, an effort helped by the constricting bands of rolled up sleeves, he steadily and quickly ascended the staircase. They were staying on the second floor and Cal took a hard left at the top of the stairs.

"Your room is to the right, Jackie. I'll set these down then come see if you need anything." Cal was pretty sure there was a noticeable amount of desperation in his voice when he said the second part. He put the bags on the chest at the foot of a California King bed and headed back across the common area.

As he approached the door, he could see her bending over to grab something from her bag. She had kicked off her pumps, but her legs and ass still looked as divine as before. At the door, Cal knocked on the threshold. She glanced behind and saw him there, but made no attempt to stand up, determined to find whatever it was she was looking for.

Cal, not one to waste an opportunity, cocked his head to the side in appreciation while he took in the dark blue fabric of her dress spread tight across her toned but totally grabable rump. The hemline of the dress had worked its way more than halfway up her thighs, and with a window opposite her, Cal could barely make out what was still hidden beneath the dress.

She stood up empty handed. Cal inquired, "Find what you need?" Her eyes slowly traced from his face down to his feet and back up, with momentary pauses in the middle going both ways. The pulse was making a steady come back.

"I think so." She looked at him with a soft smile, but he could see the true emotion in her eyes. Both at once tense with thought, and relaxed in a dopey sort of way. Horny. Cal was chronically oblivious to women's interest in him, but this was like reading Goodnight Moon with a PhD in English Lit. Cal did surprisingly well at concealing his excitement. He was pretty sure jumping around in circles while clapping would be a turn-off for this class of woman. At least not a turn-on.

"Great! Well, if anything comes up that you need assistance with, or have any questions, or just want to chat... push this button," Cal pointed at an intercom, "talk, and my voice will answer."

"If I need you, push your button, and you'll come. Got it." Cal tried not to pass out as all the blood went from his head to his cock with one heartbeat. When he saw her overtly look at his crotch, where a significant bulge was forming, he felt it was time to bug out for a while.

"That's the gist of it. I hope you get settled alright, and I'll see you around the house." He flashed his winning smile, tinged with eroticism, turned and walked to the top of the steps. Glancing back at her door, he saw Jackie watching him. Blushing, and smiling again, Cal walked down to the first floor.

Her parents started up the steps when he got to the bottom. "Up to the top and hang a left, y'all are the biggest bed." He said in a friendly, casual voice, trying to hide the excited tremor he could feel in every nerve, a few, more than the others. They thanked him and went up. When they had turned and disappeared from view, Cal turned to Tom.

"Oh. My. God. Tom!" Tom started chuckling, "She's coming on to me! I don't think this has happened before!" Being the great guy he was, Tom tolerated Cal's manic ramblings, giving a few, more sedate pieces of advice when he was through, like, "Don't do anything stupid," and, "Do something stupid." Tom's the best.

Determined to be productive with his newfound energy, Cal rummaged around on the first floor, straightening this, and moving that. In a few minutes though, he had run out of stupid things to do, and decided to just go chill back in his cottage. Somewhat literally.

Going back down to the basement, and opening the door to outside, he was relieved to find that it had warmed to a mild fifty degrees outside, the sun was out too and made Cal feel warm despite the breeze nipping at his fingers. Making his way across the lawn to his two room house, he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder at the window that had a beautiful and wanton blonde behind it. He let out a small sigh when he saw he window was empty.

Turning back to his cottage, he stepped onto the small porch, opened the door, and walked inside. At fifty, the heater inside had a chance, and Cal showed his appreciation by taking off his button up shirt and hanging it by the door. It was a bit chilly, yes, but a collar wasn't confining him anymore. That alone was worth ten degrees, and hard nipples.

As he approached his bed, he dropped to his knees and then face planted onto his pillows. Letting out a primal groan of contentment, Cal snuggled his head deep into the soft fluffy objects that felt so good on his face. With a jerky toss of his left hand, a blanket fell over his back. Perfect.

It wasn't long, maybe two and a half seconds, before Cal's sex starved mind had Jackie in its sights. He replayed her looking through her bag over and over, that ass just begging him to squeeze it. Better yet, begging him to drop to his knees behind her and lick it from bottom to top. He could feel his hand sliding up her inner thigh as she pushed her ass back into his face with enthusiasm.

Cal's hand was finding its way under his waistband and quickly rested on the head of his semi hard dick. Vivid images of him hiking up Jackie's dress filled his mind. The bare soft skin of her butt cheeks, the heavenly lack of panties, the intoxicating sent of wet pussy. The combination of erotic thoughts and sensual pressure on his head, had his cock hard in little time. Giving in to his desires, Cal started taking off his belt. Right as he pulled it free from his jeans, the intercom beside the door went off. Tom's voice followed a second later.

"Cal, get in here quick! Something's wrong with the water in Room 3. Grab your toolkit and hurry up!" The only thing that really registered with Cal was, "Room 3." Room 3 was Jackie's room. Forgoing the belt, he threw on his shirt without buttoning or tucking and ran for the basement door. Grabbing the bag that had general plumbing tools in it, he was out of the garage and taking the steps two at a time to the first floor. Tom was waiting for him.

"That was quick." He smiled a little bit. "I heard a shriek a few minutes ago, and she was on the intercom a few seconds later. Sounds like the hot water shut off. I'm really hoping it's not a busted pipe or something, but it's probably the usual." Cal resigned himself to the fact that he was called inside to do real work, and not to fuck this amazing chick upstairs who had called on him with passion. Oh well.

Cal jogged over to the steps and bounded up them two at a time as well. At the top, he hung the right and stopped at her door. Knocking, Jackie called for him to come in. The bag of tools almost slipped from his hands. She had been in the shower all right, and Cal was thanking Tom profusely in his head for getting the slightly smaller set of towels for that room, at Cal's behest none-the-less.

Jackie. No clothes. A towel covering from just above her nipples, to just below the crease of her ass. Her skin was covered with beads of water, and still had a slight sheen that made her glow in the well lit room. She let Cal stand there for a few seconds; completely aware of the mental restart he was trying desperately to come back from. Finally, figuring he'd gawked enough, she helped him out.

"The shower..." It worked. His eyes came back to focus and the slightly dizzy feeling he had been lost in faded away.

"Tom said the hot water isn't working?"

"Yeah, I had just finished lathering up when it shut off. I had to rinse off in freezing water! Do you know how hard that is?" Cal knew exactly how hard it was, but figured he shouldn't play that card quite yet. He also knew that she was checking him out almost half as much as he was checking her out, which was still a good bit.

Making up for lost ground, Cal got to it, "I'm sorry! Let me see if I can figure this out so you can finish up with a steamy shower." He resisted the urge to check her reaction as he made his way into the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the antique tub, Cal spun the knob for hot water. It was frigid. "I see what you mean!"

He was pretty sure he knew what was going on, the same thing had happened to a couple staying there a month or so prior. The breaker for the hot water heater that ran that bathroom was finicky and didn't like having to make more hot water while a shower or bath was still running. He had suspicioned this before coming in from the cottage, but unlike the couple before, Jackie was smokin' hot! He felt obliged to add a personal touch to his efforts.

Saying he'd be right back, Cal moseyed downstairs to the basement, found the box, and flipped the breaker off and back on. The hot water heater beside him kicked on, and he went back upstairs, passing Tom on the way.

"This is when you do something stupid, Cal." He really was great! When he got to her room, Cal knocked on Jackie's door again and she called him in. She wasn't in her room and when he looked into the bathroom, he saw her sitting on the tub with the water slowly running. She was looking at the water, looking pleased that it was warming. Cal was looking under her towel, looking pleased that he was warming.

He couldn't quite see her pussy, but it was only covered by maybe an inch of towel. Her bare ass, however, was resting on the edge, the towel not being long enough to make the bend. She had one hand under the water, and the other resting on her lap, helping to hold the little bit of fabric in place, or so Cal assumed.

Without averting his eyes from her ass and legs, Cal asked, "How does it feel?" He was lost in the perfection on display in front of him, and was oblivious that Jackie had turned her head toward him.

"It's getting warmer. Almost hot... do you want to feel?" Cal focused very hard on not passing out. Passing out does NOT get Cal laid. Focus!

"...Uh.... Uhuh... Yes." He blinked heavily in disbelief and walked slowly to the tub. Each step felt like he was wearing lead boots. He wasn't sure if he was going to be a gentleman, feel the water, comment, and leave, or pull the towel from her, lay her down on the floor, pull out his dick and slide it into her wet cunt. His hand reached out for the water as his eyes looked at her breasts. They weren't huge, but they were perky, and so close... The towel wasn't covering them much, so looking down at them provided Cal with a euphoric view.

At this point he really didn't care if she knew what he was looking at, and he was too lost to care what she was looking at. Realizing this, he threw his gaze up to her eyes for a split second; she was fixated on the bulge in his jeans. Feeling it almost explode, he looked back down at her breasts, then at the space he could almost see between her legs.

Some misdirected instinct kicked in and put Cal on autopilot.

"Yup, its hot." He blinked very slowly. "I guess I'll leave you to your shower..." He didn't know where it was coming from. What WAS he doing? He stood up and started for the bathroom door.

"Cal..."

"Yeah, Jackie?"

"Could you do me a big favor and wait in my room for a few minutes, just in case it goes out again... I'd really appreciate it." Cal's heart stopped for a solid two seconds.

"Sure, Jackie... I can do that for you." He didn't understand. He had ruined the moment just a second earlier, and here she was trying to pull him back in. It was amazing! It was unprecedented. He thanked whatever karmic forces were at work and stepped out of the bathroom. Jackie came to the door and peaked out at him, he was sitting on the side of her bed.

"I should only be a few more minutes. Thank you so much, Cal." She disappeared back into the bathroom and he saw the door close, but didn't hear it latch. The tub came on full blast, and the shower a moment after that. Cal's hand went to his crotch; his cock was still majorly erect. Squeezing himself through his jeans, Cal decided the moment was ripe to do something stupid.

He stood up and slowly made his way to where he could peak in the door. Like he had thought, Jackie hadn't shut it all the way, and with the hot air inside it had opened up about two feet. Taking a deep breath, Cal kept walking toward the door, his view inside the bathroom growing with each step.

He caught his jaw right as it passed his waist. She had neglected to close the shower curtain as well. Her back was to him. Surrounded by steam, Cal watched the hot water as it trailed from her neck, down her elegant back, running between her ass cheeks and over them. Her whole body seemed to pulse with the flowing water and ever-changing light.

She didn't look to be washing herself. In fact, she was quite still. Her right arm was bent at the elbow, and he couldn't make out her left. Her head tilted back a little to where some water was flowing over her face and down the front of her body. A big fan of hot showers, Cal knew exactly how sensual the hot water felt running over his face. His stomach tightened with arousal at the thought.

Jackie first spread her legs apart at the knees, then moved her feet to a wider stance. She was turned almost perfectly for Cal to see between her thighs. He knew where her left hand was now. He could see her fingertips every few seconds, sliding back to her ass then dragging forward along her slit. Her hips started rocking side to side and Cal pictured her rubbing on her clit. Long, slow circles, letting the water washing down her front add to the constant stimuli. Cal though he heard a moan over the shower.

Still not turning, Jackie lifted a leg onto the edge of the tub, and leaned forward, using the bathroom wall for support. If someone was going to open themselves up to you to take them from behind, it was exactly how Jackie was positioned now. He could see everything from her asshole to her clit, and she was feeling everything. She was rubbing hard on her clit, and now, instead of side to side, she was rocking back and forth against her hand.