June Fox was a happy woman the year her
husband earned $1M in his executive job at Microsoft in Washington
State. She was even happier when their wealth climbed to over $100
million before they reached the age of 35. When her husband died
unexpectedly at age 38, however, she was shocked and stunned. She had
never contemplated life without him.
She decided to buy a beautiful waterfront home on Orcas Island in the
gorgeous San Juan Islands north of Seattle, and she also purchased a
small, uninhabited and as yet unnamed island only 30 minutes by boat
from Orcas. Soon she had a small circle of women friends and her life
came back into order.
One Monday as she was walking to her Mercedes carrying two bags of
groceries, June twisted her ankle and ended up on the asphalt of the
parking lot, her groceries scattered left and right. Rob Jameson, a fit
and attractive man in his early forties, was just getting out of his
truck a few spots down when he saw her spill and came running to her
aid. He tried to help her up, but it was clear she needed a few moments
to let her ankle recover so he retrieved her purchases and put them in
her trunk before helping her again. It was clear that she had at least
a sprain and that there would be no walking for her anytime soon. So
after they talked about the options, he offered to drive her home in
her car, and she accepted. He lifted her up and settled her gently into
the passenger’s seat and, following her directions he drove to her
home, carried her into her living room, and unpacked her groceries.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” June said. “I know you must have
things to do but maybe you can stay for a drink?” Rob looked over this
attractive 36-year-old woman, a trim brunette with fine features, no
make up, and large, clear eyes. “Sure,” Rob answered, what can I get
you?” Within an hour they were both feeling no pain. In two hours they
were eating a dinner Rob had fixed, and in three hours they were in the
sack.
June’s injured ankle did not interfere with her skills as a lover, not
in the slightest.
When Rob awoke the next morning, he was naked in June’s four poster
bed, alone, but he could hear talking going on in the kitchen.
Orienting himself, he remembered the woman’s name – June – and most of
what had happened the night before, helped along by the sight of empty
wine glasses near on the coffee table. He hopped out of bed, peed, and
washed his face. Then he looked for his clothes, but they were nowhere
to be found. Searching his memory, he recalled that June had removed
his clothes, and then he had removed hers, downstairs in the living
room. He couldn’t go down there now, not with a stranger in the house.
He probably wouldn’t go down there naked even if only June were there,
because despite their lovemaking last night, they were still truly
strangers. So he waited in bed, looking through her books and magazines.
In a few minutes June entered the room, smiling and hopping on one
foot. She looked just as good as Rob had remembered, and she was
wearing a becoming silk Japanese robe tied at the waist. “Hang on for
another minute, Rob, the coffee’s on its way,” she said happily. “Great
but it’s not going to get up here by itself and there’s no way you can
bring it upstairs in your condition.” “Right, Rob; Maria will have it
up in just a minute.”
Who is Maria?, Rob thought to himself. Probably the maid, he concluded,
correctly as it turned out. Rob headed back to the bathroom and, while
passing time there, Maria entered the bedroom with a silver tray of
coffee with two cups and saucers and four rolls. “Anything else for you
now ma’am?” Maria asked in her soft Spanish accent. “Not right now,
dear, but maybe in a few minutes.”
Rob came out of the bathroom and June approached him, hopping into his
arms and putting her hands behind his bare back for support. She kissed
him affectionately, and Rob saw their images in her full-length closet
mirror, her tall and attractive in her robe and he naked and muscular.
“I guess I should put my clothes on now,” said Rob, but I think they
are downstairs with your maid.” “That’s right, Rob” June said. “I’ve
asked Maria to launder them for you. You’ve been so kind, that’s the
least I can do. So let’s have some coffee and talk.
Talk they did, not just for one hour but for more than two. Rob began
to wonder whether Maria would ever be finished with his clothes, but he
didn’t want to complain to June about it after she had been so kind. So
he kept on talking, feeling awkward being naked in front of the clothed
June, doubly so with Maria wandering through the house at will, perhaps
coming into June’s bedroom with his clothing any moment now.
“My ankle doesn’t feel all that bad but it sure looks horrible,” June
said, swinging her calf at the knee and examining the swelling. “What
do you think?” Rob caught her leg in his hands and looked it over
closely himself. “Can you put any weight on it?” June lowered her foot
to the floor and wriggled her toes on the carpet. Rob dropped to his
knees and put his hands on the swelling as she started to rise up out
of her chair. “Yikes!” she exclaimed, sinking right back down again, “I
think this is going to be bad for a few days…” Rob began to massage her
leg around the swelling, stroking her calf and foot, moving his fingers
close to the swelling as he could without hurting her. June now was the
one who caught their image in the mirror, her seated comfortably in the
chair wearing her Japanese robe parted well above her knees; and Rob
kneeling naked at her feet, massaging her foot and taking care of her.
A feeling came over her that she had not felt since her husband passed
away. In fact, it was a feeling stronger than, better than, she had
ever felt with her late husband. She smiled and felt warm inside.
Rob continued to massage her foot and leg, concentrating fully on the
job when Maria walked quietly into the room carrying some folded
laundry. “Oh thanks, dear,” said June, smiling calmly and sweetly at
Maria as Maria looked back and saw the naked Rob kneeling before her.
“How is your ankle now?” she asked nonchalantly, putting June’s things
away in a drawer and then walking over to get a better look. Startled,
Rob shifted around to cover up his private parts but June put her hand
on his shoulder and motioned him back to the position he had been in at
her feet. “Don’t stop the massage, it feels so good,” she said. “And
don’t worry about Maria, silly, she’s family.” So Rob, blushing beet
red, continued to rub the ankle of the seated June while Maria towered
over him in her maid’s uniform, looking closely at June’s ankle. “Would
you like me to drive over to the drug store and get you an Ace
bandage?” she asked? “That would be great, Marie, thanks.” “Ok, I have
to drop off some things at the dry cleaners too, so I’ll be back in
about a half hour, okay?” “Fine, you’re a sweetheart, Maria,” June
answered.
God, thought Rob, maybe my clothes will be ready by the time she gets
back. This is really weird being naked here before two women that I’d
never laid eyes on 24 hours ago, he thought to himself. While Maria was
at the store and cleaners, Rob went downstairs to get another cup of
coffee, and while he wandered the first floor naked, he walked into the
laundry room to check to see where his own clothes were, half expecting
to see them in the last pile Maria would launder, after all of June’s
things. That wouldn’t surprise him – June was her boss after all, and
he was only a stranger. But what he saw did surprise him – his clothes
were nowhere to be found in the laundry room. Puzzled, he walked
through the entire downstairs, including out in the garage, but no luck
anywhere. He walked upstairs and asked June where his clothes might be.
“I have no clue,” she answered, “but don’t worry about it. Maria will
be back in a few minutes.”
Back she was indeed, as Rob, still naked as a jaybird, heard her coming
up the stairs. “Got your bandage!” Maria exclaimed with obvious
pleasure, taking it out of the plastic bag and removing it from its
box. “Here you go,” she said, handing it to Rob, who blushed again but
then knelt before June and gently but firmly wrapped it around her
swelling, finishing it off with the metal clips that held it secure.
“Now let’s give it a test,” said Rob, moving back on his knees as Maria
extended a hand to help June to her feet. June rose and took a few
steps, gingerly. “Ok, this is not fun but I can manage it,” June said,
half smiling and half grimacing, looking down at Rob, who remained on
his knees between the two women. “The stairs will be tough but I think
I’ll be okay.” “That’s a relief,” said Maria, picking up the discarded
box and bag and starting to head back downstairs.
“Oh Maria,” called Rob politely as she was walking out the door. “Have
you had a chance to do my laundry yet? I’d like to get dressed.” “No,
Mr. Jameson, your shirt and pants are marked ‘dry-clean only,’ so I
just took everything over to the dry cleaner. I figured you have a
change of clothes here at the house, right?” “No, that was all I had.
Now what am I going to do?” he asked, to no one in particular.
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