Loneliness in Near-Paradise

When they were eating, Charlie said, "Greta, may I say something without you yelling or swinging at me?"

"Of course darling. You are my surprise wine connoisseur."

"No I mean you appear to be coming on to me. There has been nothing outrageous, just a prod here and poke there. You now, wink, wink?"

"Concerned are we?"

"Well, no really."

"Not really?"

"Well, I've not experienced an older woman before."

"Oh I see. Old and useless am I?"

Charlie frowned and struggled for words. "No it's not that at all."

"Then what is it?"

Charlie flung up his hands helplessly and didn't reply.

They finished the meal in silence and made very small talk while clearing away.

Watched by a thickset guy with faded auburn hair standing in the long grass beyond the cast of the family room lights, they cleared the table and did the dishes, engaged in only small talk. Hanging up the tea towel Greta turned away from Charlie and said goodnight and went off to bed. Charlie turned off the lights of the kitchen and connecting family room and half a minute later turned on the light of the guest room turned off the hall lights, closing his door.

CHAPTER 2

Two and a half months earlier, Evan Scott walked from the men's department of a clothing store with a pair of new khaki shorts and looked straight into a booth where a woman was obviously trying on new skirts. The skirt dropped and Evan kicked his lips at the curvy ass in a pair of high-cut panties and the ample flesh bulging at the top of black lace top hold-up stockings.

He stopped as if his feet were bolted to the floor. She looked in the mirror and without turning called loudly, "Like what you see?"

Evan bolted to the counter, made his purchase and wiping sweat from his forehead, thinking he'd come close to being branded a pervert, went into Clancy's Pub for a beer. He'd almost finished it when a female behind him said, "You've seen almost all of what I've got. I reckon I deserve a low calorie beer."

A huge surge raced through Evan. The kid was coming on to him! He stood and recognized who she was, the McCloud's daughter who was up from Sydney after a bust-up with her live-in boyfriend.

"Hello Jennifer."

"Oooh, you know me?"

"I know of you. God, you're almost beautiful."

"Almost? God you are a pig."

Relaxing, confident she was not about to run off, Evan said, "I have my standards. 'Almost' stays."

She smiled and ran her tongue over her top lip for him. But Evan's eyes didn't flicker and he managed not to swallow. She frowned and asked what did he think of her backside.

"Glorious, especially when framed by those stockings."

Jennifer sucked in air and said, "That's better Evan."

"You know me?"

"Know of you. You're fucking Greta Chapman."

Evan looked around but no one in the near-empty bar appeared closed enough to have heard that, although a couple of bar flies were looking at them. Meanwhile Jennifer had sat down. He returned with her beer and a glass but she chose to drink straight from the bottle.

"Enjoying being home?"

"No, mom spends half the day calling me a stupid bitch."

"I guess that keeps her amused."

"Damn right. Would you like to fuck me? All the good men around here are married and stay close to darling. The only guys to have shown interest are losers and fucking kids not even twenty."

"How old are you?"

"I turn twenty-five at the end of the year. Answer my question."

"The answer is no."

"Damn you why?"

"For one thing if Greta found out she'd finish with me. She's got big money and I'm benefiting. Secondly if your dad found out he'd call in his brother's and I'd be dead meat."

"Oooh, how exciting."

"Bitch."

Jennifer leaned back, looking thoughtful and finally tapped the top of her beer bottle on her teeth. "Got it; mom and dad's little house overlooking Horseshoe Bay becomes vacant at the end of next week. I'll ask them if I can live in it indefinitely. You could join me and we'd get part-time work in Townsville as it's nearing the peak of the holiday season in tourism."

"And what do I tell Greta?"

"Nothing. You just disappear with only the clothes you are wearing. And then one day you return saying you fell heavily in town when leaving this bar drunk and that's the last thing you remembered until a day ago when your memory inexplicably returned."

"Inexplicably?"

"Yes, you suffered amnesia."

"And so how do I explain what happed during all that time I was away with that am-amnesia thing?"

"You don't. You simply say you have no idea... you can't remember."

Evan rubbed an ear. "Christ you have a good brain. I reckon I could get away with it but there's one problem."

"Which is...?"

"I'm forty."

"So?"

"A little old for you, don't you think?"

"Why would I think that? I split with my boyfriend of two years in Sydney. He was thirty-six."

"Oh."

"Interested?"

"Could be. Let's have a couple of fucks first to test compatibility."

"I don't require a test to know we'll get along fine; just look at us now."

Jennifer was only playing along. "On the other hand, I'm desperate for a fuck otherwise why would I be talking to you?"

"You cheeky bitch."

"Oooh, lover's talk. Come with me to the women's toilet. The only women in here are bar and kitchen staff and they have their own toilet."

Already nursing a woody, Evan grinned and said, "Lead on McLeod."

In the women's toilet Jennifer McLeod smiled at Evan, pulled him close and thrust a tongue into his mouth like a whore, or so Evan thought, but then he thought technically it was unlikely she was a whore. It would appear she just liked sex and was not thriving due to the lack of it.

She pulled away and engaged into a bent over manoeuvre and the next thing Evan knew he was being made to smell the crotch of her panties and then he was wearing them like a hat. Oh, very nice. And now she was panting. But they hadn't done anything yet – what was this?

"Oh darling, let's skip the suck/lick/finger routines. Just give it to me – a straight up bang."

Evan felt his motor switch on. "Okay."

He unzipped. Jennifer stood at the end of the bench nearest the door and stuck her right foot into the washbasin after kicking off her high heel and pulled her short skirt up over her ass. Evan's motor was now revving well. He looked down at the long fat slit and saw pink with a wet look as Jennifer, smiling at him toothily in the mirror, spread the slit for him.

Evan slurped some saliva on to his long dick, grinning evilly and lined up and sank it home, watched in the mirror as Jennifer, eyes closed, peeled her top lip back over her teeth and her forehead furrowed deeply as she wheezed, "Oh fuck. Goodbye to lonely times with sex toys."

Drawing back almost out Evan rammed back home almost lifting Jennifer into the air. She groaned helplessly as she came and that led to him thudding in and out of her like crazy. He figured she came at least four times until she squeezed him hard and his semen roared into her like the Midnight Express.

Jennifer collapsed back into his arms and Evan gurgling like water running down a drain looked at the joy on her tortured face and pumped one more shot into her without moving.

Evan and Jennifer worked Plan A to perfection and holed up in the beach house, carrying out mainly harmoniously all the fucking Jennifer desired. They pulled in enough money from part-time jobs to live very comfortably and were happy until Jennifer asked Evan to move out because one of the guys on the cruise boat she worked on had captured her heart. Evan simply yawned and said he would leave in a couple of days, adding that he'd been thinking the 'honeymoon' was over. Pleased that she could dump him so easily Jennifer excelled herself and they had a couple of the best fucks since coming together.

Returning 'home', Evan thought he'd better check out the territory before revealing himself to Greta to deliver his comeback speech. He arrived after dark to see if Greta had taken in another guy and became very jealous to find she'd had. They guy appeared to be in his mid-thirties, although he couldn't be sure from the distance he was viewing them. They appeared to have had an argument because were rarely looking at one another.

Gosh, the guy was blond and very good looking. Greta had excelled herself.

Evan watched Greta stalk off to the bedroom passageway and not look back. Great, the argument must have been serious. Perhaps Greta hadn't managed to fuck the new guy and the new guy had told her she was too old for him. Evan felt his jealously subside. Possibly all he needed to do was to warn the guy to disappear.

"Heh, heh, heh," he chuckled, watching the guestroom light turn on. "No fuck for you tonight Mr Interloper."

Picking up his bag Evan walked over to the barn and that useless cur wandered over to greet him. Evan cuffed it over the head and as Moss moved away he kicked her ass and she whimpered. He climbed up into the loft when the occasional drifter was given a bed for the night in return for cutting the grass. On the bed, fingering his dick and wishing Jennifer was lifting up and down on it, Evan snarled, "I should have smacked that bitch silly for picking up that boatie. He probably had his toilet fuck as a preliminary. What a slut!"

CHAPTER 3

Someone whistling, fucking whistling and it was only just past dawn, moaned Evan to himself, knowing it could only be that bastard from the house. Evan pulled on his trousers and crept down the ladder from the loft. On the floor of the barn he picked up a piece of timber, figuring he'd better give the bastard a hiding before ordering him off the property and to disappear.

Evan crept up behind the guy who was cleaning the engine of the mower when he almost fell over the dog who whined before waddling away. That gave the guy just enough time to get behind the mower and pick up a wrench.

"Are you Evan?"

"Yeah," Evan said, admitting it in surprise.

"Where have you been? Greta was worried about you."

"If it's any of your business I've been living at the McCloud's beach house fucking their daughter for a couple of months of light relief."

"Oh have you now," called Greta from the barn door. "Get off my land you swine."

"Go to hell. Watch me deal with pretty boy."

Evan swung the improvised cudgel at Charlie who ducked and it flew over where his head had been.

"Stop it Evan before you get hurt."

"Oh yeah, you and whose army?"

"Moss, sic him, sic him."

Evan looked at the advancing dog and aimed a kick at its belly but suddenly Moss wasn't there, Moss had her teeth into the calf muscle of Evan's other leg. Off balance he fell, his head hit the exposed engine block of the mower he hadn't maintained and he fell, landing without out a sound, coming to rest on his back, eyes open.

"Knocked himself out."

"I don't think so Greta, worse that that. Look at the blood around the back of his head."

"Oh god."

Charlie went over to comfort her. She began sobbing saying, "What should we do?"

"I want you Greta," Charlie said, closing her mouth under a kiss and grabbing a big handful of tit and squeezing.

"Oh no, not here," she cried but allowed Charlie to pull her to the ground. She opened her legs, sobbing, and pulled his head down to kiss him and whimpered, "Do it."

Sheer lust overtook them, two people ending their loneliness of being without a partner.

Advancing into his climax Charlie settled back on to his haunches and squirted possessively over the near-breathless Greta. Charlie lifted his head and howled to the roof, Moss looking at him and then joining in. Greta lifted and placed her arms around Charlie's chest, clinging on as if determined never to let him go, tears flowing through her big, fat smile.

"God, that was the best fuck I've had in weeks," she said, which was the absolute truth.

* * *

Charlie could find no pulse and with no sign of fresh blood they agreed Evan was dead. He went to close the deceased's eyes but Greta said no. "Don't display that respect for that jerk. Come over for breakfast."

They returned to the house, hand in hand, feeling depressed but lightened up over breakfast.

"You'll find me a much happier person," she promised. "The thought of that jerk returning hovered over me. You won't believe this but something told me to go to the barn this morning although it was too early to call you to breakfast."

"It doesn't surprise me. Those things sometimes happen. What happens now?"

"I don't know. Let me think for a while."

The phone rang and the caller said there was a parcel waiting for Greta at the railway station.

"You go darling," Greta said, looking at Charlie and blushed a little when he raised his eyebrows. "What."

"You called me darling."

"I'm not quite old enough to be your mother so why can't we act like lovers?"

"I very much would like that... darling now that you're allowing me to feed your pussy."

"Good heaves Charlie, do you have to paint it so vividly?"

"Yes."

She giggled and hugged him and said to go. She'd have a plan worked out by the time he returned. Greta proved to be a good thinker and planner.

When Charlie arrived back with the parts for the mower he raised his eyebrows when Moss looked up at him from a mat in the kitchen. "What's this?"

"I found some flea powder but will buy flea control pour-on next time I'm in Tully. Moss the heroine is now allowed in the house. If it hadn't been for her that jealous bastard could have whopped you one and killed you."

"Yeah, he might have. I'll bath Moss when we have disposed of the body."

"Oh you lovely young man. Mommy will cuddle you in bed after lunch."

The plan worked wonderfully well. They pushed the mower off the waterproof ground sheet and they rolled the body in it, removing all traces of blood and any hair at the same time. They drove over to the quarry on the adjoining farm, well out of sight of any dwellings where they unwrapped the body. They stood the body upright and then allowed it to topple over and bounce down the rock face. Debris was knocked loose but not sufficient quantity. Charlie used a crowbar to dig in three feet behind the edge and then using all his strength levered that section loose and down it tumbled, catching up some large rocks with it on the way to the floor of the quarry. When they looked down only the legs of the body were showing.

"How convenient for him to fall that way," Charlie grinned but the grin was short-lived. "Are you okay?"

"Don't get me wrong but Evan and I had some great times together."

"Of course you did but they ended when he turned maverick. Just think of him fucking the ass off that young girl."

Greta managed a weak smile. "I will when this feeling passes. God, you know how to put the boot it. It will probably work for me. No, I'm sure it will. Come on, drive me home. We'll burn the incriminating groundsheet and then we'll have a few wines and then spend the afternoon in bed. You can show me how gentle you can be with your mouth and that big cock of yours. I have high hopes for you."

"Just a minute while I rope myself to the Ute while I lean over and scuff away any signs of crowbar holes. We don't want a nosy cop looking around up here if the body is found."

"Yes, do that just in case."

On the way home Greta said, "Charlie, I want you to open a bank account here and for every month you stay an automatic transfer of a thousand bucks will be made into that account from one of my accounts."

"You can have my cock without paying for it Greta. I could come to love you; you're rather okay."

"Oh, you good boy. But that's chicken shit, only $12,000 a year. It will stand as your commitment to me although you know you can break it at any time. I'm aware you are too young to stay home with me all day and driving around with me like tourists. This is the area of the highest rainfall in Australia and one would think would be adequately overed by water supply servicing firms, but it's not. I think too many amateurs attempting to hard and too fast to make a buck has been a problem and several of them went under. My thinking is to finance you into a water supply business, specializing in collection and distribution and, at the other end of the spectrum, diversion of water away from valuable assets. What do you think?"

Kookaburras deep in the bush laughed raucously as if in applause. Usually they remained quiet during the day.

Charlie squeezed Greta's nearest thigh. "I'm interested, definitely. I have some money left over after the liquidation of assets as part of the divorce but could we talk about business later? I'm too busy thinking about sitting down with you with a wine and flipping out those tits Greta. You have amazingly lush areola and I've just got to get to know those fat nipples."

"Ooooh."

THE END