The Girl at the Bus-Stop (33 page)

‘Keep her downstairs,’ said Becky, ‘and when you get a chance, sneak up to the bedroom and hide my clothes and bag. I’ll be out in the shed, but don’t be too long I haven’t got any clothes on remember.’

Becky darted through to the kitchen and hastily put the tea mugs and plates of toast into the sink, before dashing out of the back door and down the path to the shed. As the front door bell rang again, Rudge put the towel around his waist and pushed his stomach out to disguise his rippling six pack. He opened the front door slowly and
and
stepped into the porch. He smiled with relief as he opened the outer door, not to Mrs Rudge but to his sister-in-law, Linda or Lydia.

‘Hello,’ said Rudge, ‘you’ve caught me in the bath.’

‘I’m sorry, Reuben,’ she said, forcing her way past him, ‘can you bring my suitcases in.’

‘Er, what for?’

Rudge followed her into the kitchen, and she switched on the kettle, before rifling in the fridge.

‘I’ve got the decorators in,’ she said, retrieving a lump of cheddar, ‘so I thought it might be a good idea for me to move in here until they’ve finished.’

‘You’ve got some brass neck I’ll give you that,’ said Rudge, sounding annoyed.

‘I tried ‘phoning your mobile but there was no reply, so I rang that number you gave me for your London place. It switched me through to the caretaker, or concierge or whatever he calls himself, and he said you’d gone home for the weekend.’

‘Yes, and I’m here trying to enjoy it.’

She broke off a lump of the cheese and devoured it, licking her lips and walking to the sink to rinse her fingers. She pulled out the two tea mugs from the washing up bowl and ran them under the hot tap.

 
‘Two mugs?’ she said, looking back at him with a knowing smile, ‘I see you’ve had company.’

‘Yes, someone came to view the house.’ Rudge lied.

‘So you did some toast for them as well, that was nice of you,’ she said, ‘do you still take sugar, Reuben?’

‘One.’

She walked over to the kettle and prepared the tea as Rudge paced back and forth along the tiled floor.

‘You’d better go and get dressed, Reuben, you’re in grave danger of losing that towel,’ she said, raising and lowering her not insubstantial eyebrows, ‘not that I’d complain.’

‘I’ll get dressed when I’m good and ready, I haven’t finished my shower yet.’

‘I thought you were in the bath,’ she said carrying the mugs over to the breakfast bar, ‘or have you got some sexy dolly bird upstairs in your bed? She’s just waiting for you to get back to her, the lucky little strumpet.’

‘You’d better drink your tea and leave,’ replied Rudge, ‘I don’t want you here.’

‘But where will I go, Reuben?’ she said, ‘The decorators will be a week at least, and the smell of all that paint plays havoc with my fragrances. If I stay here I can show people round for viewings, you know, when you’re back in London.’

‘The estate agent’s taking care of all that.’ he said dismissively, ‘So until your place is finished, why can’t you just book into a B&B, hotel or anywhere but here?’

 
‘Who on earth can afford hotels in this country,’ she replied, ‘and I’m not staying in some grotty guest house full of dole scroungers and illegal asylum seekers.’

Rudge tried his best not to grit his teeth for fear of undoing all the good work the expensive cosmetic dentist had recently performed. Instead he took a deep breath, before picking up the tea his sister-in-law had prepared.

‘I’ll tell you what, Linda,’ he said with a smile.

‘It’s Lydia, not Linda.’

‘Sorry, I meant Lydia.’

‘Is Linda your fancy piece,’ she said with a mischievous grin, ‘is she upstairs now lying naked in your bed? I bet she’s all hot and steamy, just waiting for you to burst in the room, throw off your towel and penetrate her with your throbbing desire.’

Rudge put down his mug and shook his head.

‘The only desire I have at the moment, Lydia, is to kick your arse out of my house.’

‘I’d prefer a good spanking,’ she replied, ‘I need a man to be firm with me, to put me in my place.’

‘Right, that’s enough, Lydia,’ he said, ‘I don’t know what they put in the water in Salisbury, but I’m getting just a little tired of your silly innuendo.’

‘I’m sorry,’ she said, looking hurt, breaking off another lump of cheese, ‘I’m just a woman with needs, and I haven’t had any attention from a man in a long time. Seeing you there almost naked, well, I can feel something stirring from deep within me.’

‘It’s probably just indigestion,’ Rudge replied, ‘now come through to the living room, I’ve had an idea.’

Lydia picked up the two tea mugs and the remainder of the cheese and followed Rudge out of the kitchen. She plonked her bulk on to the designer Italian leather sofa, and Rudge picked up his mobile ‘phone from the coffee table. He stood in front of her and switched it on, waiting a few moments before tapping away on the keypad. He looked at the display and beamed with delight.

‘Perfect,’ he said, looking down at Lydia, ‘now have you got your passport with you?’

‘Yes, of course,’ Lydia replied, ‘I didn’t want to leave it at home and risk those Polish painters stealing my identity.’

‘Good,’ said Rudge, ‘now there’s a last minute package deal available to a four star hotel in Tenerife. The flight leaves this evening, but you’ll need to be at the airport for seven.’

‘I can’t afford a holiday, Reuben,’ she said looking miserable, ‘I’m a woman of modest means, and the decorating is costing a small fortune.’

 
‘My treat,’ he said with a smile, ‘all booked and paid for. I’ll order you a taxi shortly, so you should arrive at the airport in plenty of time.’

 
‘Thank you, Reuben,’ said Lydia, ‘but I don’t have any money to go with. If you can see your way clear to lending me some....’

‘No problem,’ he replied, ‘I’ll just get dressed and sort you some cash out.’

He was about to turn away to leave the room, but Lydia grabbed at his towel and he stood naked before her. She sank to her knees and grabbed hold of his buttocks, pulling him towards her open mouth. Rudge stepped back quickly, pushing her away
 

‘Get off me, Lydia,’ he shouted, ‘just leave me alone.’

He ran into the hall, and felt a draught coming from the front door. It was still wide open, and Lydia’s suitcases were propping open the one in the porch. Rudge turned his head towards the living room as a naked Lydia appeared in the door frame. He ran for the stairs with Lydia following closely behind. He trotted up the steps as quickly as possible, but as he stepped on to the landing his surprisingly nimble sister-in-law was right behind him, and lunged at his trailing foot. She dragged him back down the staircase, bumping his bottom on each step until he came to an abrupt halt in front of her hungry eyes.

She leaned forward, pinning his shoulders down with her hefty arms, as her weight bore down on him like a steam press. Rudge couldn’t move a muscle, and he lay helpless as her huge breasts smothered into his face. After a few moments she dragged them down his torso, like roof-tiler’s nail-bags. Her tongue slid down his chest like a warm slug on steroids, en route to his exposed groin. She let out a moan as her lips went to work on his reluctant member, and Rudge groaned as the weight of her body forced his lower back hard into the leading edge of the step.

Becky waited in the shed shivering, searching every drawer and cupboard for something to cover herself with. The biting east wind penetrated the gaps in the thin walls, and whistled underneath the rickety old door. She looked out of the grimy window, and the lawn was already coated with a thick layer of frost.

She found a packet of A4 paper on the shelf, and a roll of black insulating tape from Rudge’s little-used tool box. With her hands shaking from the cold, she hastily taped together a paper skirt around her waist, and a matching top to cover her breasts. She emerged from the shed looking like a late 1960s fashion model, and took very short steps across the ice cold lawn towards the back door.

Once inside the warm kitchen, she tip-toed over to the door leading to the hall and stopped. The combined moans and groans of Rudge and Lydia could be heard coming from the hall, accompanied by the metallic knocking of a diesel engine ticking over outside the open front door. Becky stepped into the hall just as her makeshift outfit started to come apart, falling to the floor like several pieces of A4 paper badly held together with old insulating tape. She didn’t bother to cover her nudity as she rushed to the foot of the stairs.

‘What the fuck’s going on, Reuben?’ she shouted angrily.

Lydia raised her head from Rudge’s aroused member, and looked down at her

‘You must be Linda,’ she said winking at her, ‘but I’m sorry love you’ll have to wait your turn, I was here first.’

An enraged Becky grabbed at one of Lydia’s porcine feet and yanked at it, and the big woman lost her hold on Rudge and slid down the stairs and on to the hall floor. Becky laid into her with a vengeance, slapping at her and pulling her hair. Lydia held up her beefy arms to defend herself from the onslaught, and clambered to her feet. She pushed into Becky, who lost her balance and fell over backwards, the momentum sending Lydia stumbling forwards and landing on top of her.

Rudge put the palms of his hands on the step digging into his back, and eased himself into a sitting position before gingerly walking down the steps. Lydia’s breasts were in danger of suffocating Becky, and Rudge tried to lift his weighty sister-in-law off her by grabbing her under the armpits.

Supported by Rudge’s arms, Lydia was soon back on her feet but her weight became too much for him. He lost his balance and they both fell over sideways, Lydia lying on her left hip with Rudge immediately behind her, still holding on to her tightly under both arms. Becky tried to move, but Lydia lay with her head resting between her legs and panted through sheer exertion.

The sound of the diesel engine changed tempo as it revved up and pulled away. Almost as one, Rudge, Becky and Lydia looked towards the open front door as a large sun-tanned middle-aged woman appeared in the opening, dragging her large suitcase into the hall.

 
Becky drove fast along the M3 motorway, while Rudge sat alongside, gripping the sides of his seat as if he was on a white-knuckle fairground ride.

‘So all in all you enjoyed your birthday then, Becky,’ he said nervously.

‘It was the perfect weekend,’ she replied, ‘until I saw you getting a blow job from Fatty Arbuckle.’

Rudge smiled and shook his head, trying hard not to laugh.

‘I’ve told you a million times, it was ...’

‘Yes, I know, she just happened to be naked on top of you, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to be parted from her.’