Living with Heidi - part 1, a short story by shyboy. Date added: 2012-08-19. Times viewed: 4389.
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Living with Heidi - part 1
Anthony Newbold Hetherington shared only one thing in common with double Olympic 1500 metre gold medallist Seb Coe, they both had the same middle name.
No-one in Tony's family knew where the name choice had come from and his parents were no longer around to explain their odd choice, having fled to Bolivia to avoid the tax man many years ago, abandoning their only son, and never to return to England.
There were no other similarities between the ennobled 55-year-old athlete, Baron Coe of Ranmore, and the humdrum home-based 48-year-old insurance salesman from Hemel Hempstead.
Whereas the much-feted sportsman remained fit, suave and sophisticated, his namesake lacked the will to keep himself in good shape, could be uncouth if pushed to it and lacked any vestige of sophistication. In short, the Lord was a gent, Tony was a slob.
His wife Shirley had tried to convey this to her friend Heidi when the latter had unexpectedly offered to stand in for her at home whilst she went off to enjoy two weeks in the Greek sunshine, her slothful husband too mean or just too plain lazy to get off his couch and join her.
'Tony can be very difficult at times,' she had warned her. 'He is very fussy about what he eats, which is mostly crap TV dinners or takeaways, hates it when I have to do the dusting and vacuuming around him and when it comes to sex...well...'
Words clearly failed her in describing the paltry fumblings on a Sunday morning which passed for the Hetheringtons' sex life.
'If you can get him interested in you from that point of view, then good luck to you Heidi! It's more than I've been able to do for the past twenty years,' said Shirley.
Now, if there was one thing Heidi loved about men, it was the challenge of breaking in a new lover.
She was younger than both Shirley and Tony, and although she had remained single by choice, she still had enough experience of handling men to know how to get what she wanted.
'Have you got a photograph of him?' she enquired one wet afternoon. Trade on the grocery store's customer service desk that the two women operated had slackened off once the heavens opened and so they'd got around to discussing their favourite topics - Shirley's holiday and Heidi's plans for baby-sitting her husband while she was away.
Shirley rummaged in her bag and fished out a dog-eared, colour photograph of a middle-aged man, wearing an England rugby shirt.
'He's not at all sporty,' explained his wife. 'He hates all forms of sport in fact, so we got him to wear the shirt as a joke.'
The man inside the shirt appeared reasonably presentable, if a little paunchy around the middle, thought Heidi. 'Hmmm, yes. I think we can have some fun seducing you my lad,' she said to herself.
Tony's jet black hair looked a little unkempt in the picture and he had two days' worth of stubble on his chin, but the underlying lines of his face and frame gave him a certain handsome quality that Heidi found quite attractive.
'Was this taken recently?' she asked, fearing that he had turned into a total couch potato since the camera had caught him holding a glass of beer in one hand and what looked like a kebab in the other.
'Oh, yes. Last year sometime. At a family barbecue,' said Shirley. 'That is one thing he will eat when I do it for him, is barbecued chicken. He wolfs into it like he's dying of starvation, although I expect you can tell that he's no lightweight!
'If you're planning on shagging him while I'm away, I don't recommend the missionary position, he'll knock all the wind out of you, cum in ten seconds and leave you feeling totally flat and completely unsatisfied!'
'That sounds like the voice of experience,' said Heidi, laughing with her friend at the mental image this outburst conveyed.
The holiday was due to start the following Saturday and Heidi was looking forward to it in a perverted kind of way.
'I think I'll try to win his approval through his stomach before showing him what else may or not be on the menu,' she told her budgerigar Bertie, when she got back to her apartment that night.
Bertie had been the recipient of many a raunchy confession from his keeper over the years and it was truly a blessing that the pet shop where she bought him had never had the time or the inclination to teach him to talk, or Heidi's most intimate secrets could well have been broadcast all over the neighbourhood.
'What do you reckon then Bertie? Should I offer to suck his cock for him on the first night, or make him wait?'
Bertie ruffled his blue and white feathers and stretched each foot in turn before issuing a loud squawk and turning to his mirror for a chattering unintelligible conversation with his own reflection.
The day of Shirley's flight to Cos arrived and Heidi received a text message from her at 8am. 'Dickhead in bed sulking,' it said. 'Go get him girl! I'm off!'
Heidi was all packed and ready for her short journey across town to the Hetherington household, which was a detached single-storey bungalow in a quiet suburb.
Despite the efforts of Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs officers to discover the provenance of the cash which had been used to buy this property, the trail had gone cold when the senior Hetheringtons fled the country and so Tony and his wife had been left alone to enjoy its comfortable amenities in relative peace.
Their nearest neighbours, the Johnsons, were a younger couple who devoted most of their spare time either to tending their gardens or, in the case of Mrs Johnson, stretching out on the sun lounger beside the pool, a grandiose facility not shared by any other property in the area.
Tony had always been jealous of the Johnsons' pool, not because he wanted to use it for swimming in, but because it put his neighbours in a slightly higher social class than he and Shirley occupied and, like most middle class middle-aged men in this part of England, such social nuances mattered very much to him.
Plus the fact, Amy Johnson had a figure to die for and Tony imagined himself giving her a good old fashioned seeing-to by the pool whenever he caught a glimpse of her heading that way in her rather fetching swimwear.
Her husband, Dan, was a very fit young man, which also did nothing to endear him to Tony. He seemed to be the gardener of the pair and would often be outside the front of his property, clipping lawns and shrubs, wearing just shorts and sandals, showing off his muscular torso and legs, which were tanned whatever time of the year it was, something else Tony hated him for.
Well, that and the fact that Mr Johnson had instant access to all intimate areas of Mrs Johnson and Tony was frankly bloody envious of the young man.
Unaware of this seething hotbed of jealousy and hatred, Heidi drove her steel grey BMW coupe into the Hetheringtons' driveway and parked it neatly beside the hedge that divided the property from that of the Johnsons.
She'd seen Dan mowing his lawns as she drove in and made a mental note to investigate the neighbours further quite soon.
Pulling her suitcase out of the back of the car she pulled it along on its wheels to the front door and, using Shirley's key, let herself in.
'Hi!' she called out. 'Tony? It's me, Heidi,' she said as she shut the door behind her and took in the layout of the bungalow.
The dining room was to her left and had another door leading through to the kitchen. On the right side of the entrance lobby was a door that she knew from Shirley's briefings was where Mr Hetherington could be found snoring for most of a Saturday morning. Further down the hallway was the spare room that was to be Heidi's base for the next two weeks and so she headed there to unpack her case and seek out her new charge.
Bertie had given her a bit of a shock that morning, as she was preparing to leave her apartment. She had arranged for a neighbour to go in and make sure he was kept fed and watered whilst she was away, but couldn't help thinking that her pet was looking a bit disgruntled when he saw her wheel her suitcase out of her room towards the car park.
As she turned to bid him a fond farewell, Bertie let out an enormous squawk and then, turning to face his reflection in the mirror said quite clearly: 'Suck his cock! Suck his cock!' before reverting to his normal chattery gibberish.
This had quite unnerved Heidi and the thought had been playing in her head throughout the journey across town. But once she'd put away her clothes and freshened up in the separate bathroom, her spirits were restored and she went off in search of Tony.
He was nowhere to be found, which meant he must still be sulking in bed. 'Right then,' said Heidi to herself. 'Tony seduction plan phase one swings into action now.'
She had instructed Shirley to load the refrigerator with plenty of food choices from those she knew Tony might respond favourably to, as well as packing the freezer with his usual diet of TV dinners in case he proved to tough a nut to crack.
Personally, she doubted that this would be the case, as she had yet to meet a man who could resist either her cooking, or her seduction skills.
Putting on an apron she found hanging behind the kitchen door, Heidi set about marinading some chicken legs in a strong smelling barbecue sauce, before popping them into the oven to allow their cooking aromas to waft through the house, whilst she prepared a simple salad to go with them.
Her ruse worked and Tony soon emerged from his bedroom in search of the source of the wonderful smells that had been penetrating his defences.
'Oh...um...hello,' he said gruffly. 'You must be Heidi. Shirley said you'd be cooking for me while she swans off to some expensive holiday resort half way around the world.'
Heidi decided to overlook the inference that she was there as some sort of unpaid scullery maid, brought in just to feed the master of the house in the absence of his resident woman.
'Hi,' she said, holding out her hand. 'And you must be Tony. I hope so, or I'm cooking lunch for the wrong guy!' she added, pleased to see that her little joke did invoke a slight twitch at the corners of Tony's mouth, as he struggled manfully not to smile.
Tony shook her hand briefly before turning towards the oven and enquiring: 'So, what exactly is it that's stinking the house out in there?'
He had clearly made an effort before appearing in the kitchen, shaving off his stubble and washing his hair, which shone healthily and added to his freshly scrubbed demeanour.
A dark blue baggy shirt hid his slightly overhanging gut and his chinos were well-tailored and fitted his lower half, which looked surprisingly slim for a man with a mainly sedentary job and lifestyle.
'It's barbecued chicken and if you're going to be rude about it I'll offer it to that rather dishy neighbour of yours,' said Heidi, who had also been briefed by Shirley about Tony's feelings of envy towards the Johnsons.
Tony made a noise in his throat that sounded as if he was being strangled and said forcefully: 'I don't recommend you have anything to do with that young man. He's nothing but a preening poser, not worthy of the attention of a....er....um.....attractive young woman such as yourself,' he added, turning bright pink as he uttered the unexpected compliment to his new house guest.
Bertie's refrain of: 'Suck his cock! Suck his cock!' was running through Heidi's head as she smiled back at Tony.
'Why thank you master,' she said, adopting a mock country girl accent and curtseying. 'That's very kind of you to say so I'm sure.'
Returning to her normal tone she added: 'But if you don't want this to be burnt barbecued chicken, you'd better go and lay the table while I serve it up!'
'Me? Lay the table?!' said a startled Tony. 'I don't think I...er....um....'
'Don't know how to do such a simple task?' asked Heidi. 'Well you're clearly not the sophisticated bon viveur I took you for!'
Tony was feeling entirely wrong-footed now. He wasn't sure if he'd been complimented or insulted, but he certainly didn't want this rather attractive woman to disappear out of his life quite to soon after appearing in it, so busied himself in drawers and cupboards, finding table cloths and cutlery with which to complete his 'simple task'.
Clearly he was going to have his hands full for the next fortnight. But as he felt an unfamiliar ache starting up in his loins, and pondered her sexy figure and attractive features, he felt that somehow, it was going to be a most enjoyable experience breaking in the new house keeper.
To be continued.....
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