Sunday, her husband would be home. No, definitely not today.
Chapter 8
A ballcock is a toilet mechanism which controls the flow of water into the tank. Neil found a note from Mr. Walker in the pump house that afternoon. That's what Miss Bailey needed, a ballcock.
The ballcock was sitting in a small cardboard box next to the note. Neil found a wrench, some pliers, and assorted plumbing tools, picked up the ballcock, and headed for the apartment of Miss Bailey.
His mind really wasn't on his work. He had too many worries to be overly concerned with a broken toilet. But orders were orders, life must go on. He decided to get the job done as quickly as possible, then seek out Mr. Crocker to see if the old man had come up with a solution for him.
He had seen Miss Bailey before. Once he helped her cart several boxes up to her apartment. The boxes contained cosmetics. She was one of those door-to-door salesladies. She had even been to his home a few times to sell different lipsticks and stuff to his mother.
He liked her. She was a friendly, outgoing lady with the happiest smile he had ever seen. Her teeth were large, shining-white ivories of such flawless perfection they dazzled everyone. She usually wore her hair in some elaborate hairdo, always the 'latest.' Neil understood she had to present herself in such a fashionable manner to be successful at selling cosmetics.
He rang her bell.
'Hello, Neil,' she said with a happy smile as the door opened. 'Please come in.'
'Hi, Miss Bailey, I'm here to fix your toilet,' said Neil.
'Oh, you dear. I'm so glad. The blasted thing's been running all night… driving me crazy. I hardly got any sleep.' She led the way to the pink bathroom and pointed at the pesky porcelain john.
'I don't think it should take long,' said Neil.
'Good,' she answered. 'As soon as it's fixed I'm going to take a nap. I was so tired today I quit early.'
Neil lifted the cover off the toilet tank and peered down inside. A noisy trickle of water was flowing from the stem of the ballcock He reached in and twisted the brass mechanism. The water sprayed into the air like a fountain and soaked his shirt and face.
'Oh! My dear!' cried Miss Bailey.
'Darnit!' blurted Neil. 'Now I'm all wet.'
Before he could put up much of a protest Miss Bailey was insisting he take off the wet shirt and let her hang it in front of the heater. He really didn't think that was necessary, it was warm outside, there was no danger of getting a cold.
'Your mother would never forgive me if I were to let you go with a wet shirt. Even in this heat you can catch a cold, it's known to happen.'
Neil gave her his shirt. This time he turned the water off before touching anything. The old ballcock was a little tight but finally came out. Neil reached into the box for the new one and heard Miss Bailey ask, 'What is that thing called?'
'A ballcock,' said Neil before realizing the name could carry additional meaning.
'Oh.' She was silent.
Neil screwed the new one into place, made a few minor adjustments, then turned the water back on. He stood and watched the water fill the tank silently, like it should. When it was full he gave the toilet a test flush. It worked like new. He proudly turned to Miss Bailey.
'All done,' he said.
'Oh, Neil, you're so handy.' She smiled at him. 'I'm so lost when it comes to anything like this… I should learn, or get married. Then I'd have someone around to help me all the time.'
She was standing close to Neil, peering into the toilet tank at the shiny brass fixture. Neil noticed she was wearing a sweet, flowery-smelling perfume. He sniffed, it was a very nice scent.
She noticed. With a smile and wink she faced him. 'Do you like it? It's new. I'm such a child when I get my new line. I have to try everything before I can sell it. What do you think?'
She leaned closer to his bare chest and tilted her head to one side so he could sniff. Neil looked down at the soft, smooth line of her graceful neck below her apple-red hair. He lowered his face to within inches and sniffed. Deeply. The scent traveled inside him and made his cock head tingle. It smelled terrific.
'That's great!' he reported. 'I really like that!'
She grabbed his arm. 'Oh! That's wonderful. Now, come with me… I'll show you what else I've got!'
She dragged him to her bedroom and hoisted her black sample case onto the bed. 'I can give you a few samples for your mother… or your girlfriend.'
'That'd be great,' said Neil. When she bent down he saw something even more exciting than the perfume. Her skirt went up high in the back to expose her legs. They were beautiful, well-rounded, smooth, strong. The view went all the way up to the husky bulge of her ass. Her cinnamon pantyhose gave everything a tasty, spicy aura.
She opened the case and Neil directed his attention to her cosmetics. 'This is a sample of the perfume… it's called 'Unleashed Lust.''
She handed Neil two small bottles with a grin. 'One is for your mother, the other one for your girl You have a girl, don't you?'
'Well, not really,' said Neil. 'That is, not anymore.'
'Oh?' Her eyes showed true concern. Then they brightened. 'You're young, Neil. Others will come along.'
'Yeah, I guess I can save the bottle until then.'
She giggled and dug deeper into the samples. 'Now, let's see what else we have here…'
Miss Bailey's 'Unleashed Lust' was working unleashed wonders on Neil. The sight of her legs and fanny plus the arousing scent were making his young cock stretch and lift. He would have pulled his shirt out to let it hang over the visible bulge, but it was gone. He was bare-chested.
'Oh!' she exclaimed. 'Let's try this out!' Her teeth flashed happily as she opened a small jar of rouge and rubbed some on her neck. Her head tilted again and she moved in close to Neil. He bent down and sniffed. Not much of a scent. He sniffed again.
'No, silly!' she giggled. 'Taste it! It's the latest thing!'
'Taste it?' asked Neil.
'Yes, give it a lick,' she said. Her voice had grown husky, and she pushed in much tighter.
Neil felt her melonlike breast rub against his cheek as he softly brushed his tongue over the red area. He tasted cherries. Real cherries. He licked again. It was delicious, remarkable. He licked again.
She pushed him up and back. Her eyes were flashing with excitement. 'What do you think?' she asked.
'Delicious,' he said. He went for another taste.
She stopped him. 'Wait,' she rubbed another rouge on the other side of her neck. 'Try this one.'
Her head tilted in the other direction and Neil once again brushed his tongue across her smooth, soft neck. Grapes. Real grapes. Not the seedless kind, the wine kind. He licked again, then brazenly gave the area an open- mouthed suck.
She pressed both breasts into him and moaned with pure pleasure. This time she didn't push him away, she let him eat the grapes until they were all gone. Her sighing moans filled his ears with a taste much more exciting than grapes, cherries, or anything else. His cock was at full erection, pounding, screaming to harvest this delicious morsel.
She moved away from him and brushed her hair away from her eyes. Neil could see she was shaken, just as aroused as he was. His impulse was to grab her and kiss, but he held back, he didn't want to do anything impulsive.
She reached into her case and took out a lipstick. He watched as she coated her full, pouting lips with the pink paint. She turned to him and smiled. The smile was different than any he had ever seen from her. The confidence and extreme friendliness were gone… instead she showed a touch of fear, apprehension.
