“Steve doesn’t need much help in being up all night…do you, babe?” Sam winked at her husband, her left hand gently brushing the crotch of his jeans.
“Oh…do you have trouble sleeping?” The sales rep's face lit up at the sudden opportunity to converse with the young man about something more personal than doors and floorboards, her hand gently touching his arm as she attempted to engage him. “I’m the same, you know - tossing and turning all night. I’ve tried all sorts to…”
The couple giggled at each other, the sales rep suddenly blushing as she cottoned on to the younger woman’s double entendre, making a deliberate show of straightening her navy blazer in an attempt to distract the pair from her obvious embarrassment.
“Well…if you’d both care to follow me…” Self-consciously, she led the way up the staircase, the antics of the newlyweds and the obvious disinterest the handsome Steve had shown suddenly making her acutely aware of the way her hips stretched the material of her skirt, the puffy ankles that her fake tan and expensive high-heels did nothing to camouflage and the layers of make-up that fooled no-one.
Apartment three was at the top of the stairs.
“Your turn, babe.” Steve stepped back to allow his wife to be the first to enter.
She picked out the key with the blue tag and slid it into the lock. As the door opened she screamed with delight, throwing herself at her husband as if he had read her dreams and rendered it a reality with his own bare hands.
“Oh…my…god! It’s amazing! Our own home!”
The three stood in the entrance hall. To the right were two doors: one leading into a store cupboard, the other to a cloakroom. In front of them was a third door, already wide open.
The sales agent led the couple through. “This is your living room.” She spread her arms wide with a dramatic flourish to emphasise the size of the room, which was the largest in their apartment, the polished floorboards running lengthways adding to the overall impression. “You’ve got your TV and telephone sockets over there. Two big double-radiators to keep you warm on those long winter evenings…”
She let her sentence trail off, realising that the young couple would have no problem finding ways to keep each other warm on even the coldest of winter nights. She watched the pair as they gazed out of the window in awe as if it afforded a view of the hanging gardens of Babylon or the great pyramids of Egypt. They had their arms wrapped around each other’s waists, Steve’s hand buried in his wife’s back pocket, gently squeezing her backside.
The woman’s practised smile dropped, weighted down by a pang of envy - it had been a long time since any man had been that enamoured with her.
It wasn’t fair!
She was older, true, but almost certainly far more experienced between the sheets than the slip of a girl, with her flawless skin and perfect teeth that Steve had taken for his wife. The older woman could undoubtedly show Steve a few new tricks in the bedroom given half a chance.
The merest hint of lusty growl escaped her lips as her inner cougar came to the fore, a dampness tingling between her thighs as she thought about the pleasures a liaison with the handsome young man could bring. She watched as the couple kissed, the sight of their locked lips chasing the cougar away into the darkness of self-pity, its tail firmly between its legs.
The saleswoman gave a small but deliberate cough and restored her smile to its expected state as the couple broke apart and faced her.
“This door leads through to the dining room…”
Sam and Steve grinned at each other and followed into the next room - a windowless square box with a door to the left and right.
“The door on the left leads to the kitchen…” The woman opened the door and gestured the couple to go through.
Sam ran her fingers over the black granite worktops, pulled open cupboard and drawers and examined the steel oven and hob.
“Oh wow! Look at this kitchen! It’s beautiful…oh, I am going to cook you some amazing meals in here, babe!”
“Of course,” the sales rep jumped in quickly, desperate to interrupt the younger woman’s flow before she got all lovey-dovey with her husband again, “your kitchen is superior to the other apartments because you opted to keep the floorboards throughout the other rooms instead of having carpet fitted – although, obviously, the kitchen floor is tiled for ease of cleaning.”
The pair nodded approvingly at the thought of having the best kitchen in the apartment block and at the black shiny tiles that adorned the floor.
“If you’d care to follow me back into the dining room…”
The newlyweds trailed after her into the windowless box, Steve having to grab Sam’s hand to drag her away from the kitchen that she had fallen in love with.
“And this door leads to your bedroom...” The woman pushed open the door and stood aside for the couple to walk through, her teeth grinding a little at the thought of what they would soon be doing in there.
“Again, the floorboards are from the original building. You have TV and telephone sockets in here too…and, of course… your built-in wardrobes and ensuite shower room.”
Once again Sam raced to the window.
“Uh-oh!” She turned to Steve, the merest hint of a smile on her lips. “I don’t think you’re going to like this view at all, babe.”
“Why, what is it?”
“The school field. There’s a couple of dozen nubile schoolgirls playing hockey.”
“Sounds
