Mr Computer Cleaner Ch. 02

At the mail centre he bumped into Louise, literally. She grabbed his arm to avoid a side-on collision, saw who it was and squeezed him arm. "Ooh, it's hard. When am I going to get this arm wrapped around my body?"

"Um," said Dio.

"I see, she's nice and likes you and wants to see more of you?"

"Um."

"I'll take that as a yes. My word, the cat has got your tongue this morning. She must be really sweet."

"Yeah."

"Oh my God, it speaks!" squeaked Louise, feigning excitement. She looked at him sympathetically. "Look Dio, it was never going to last for forever and who knows, we may well have the odd fling together in times ahead? You must be sweet to your little darling – I guess she is little. I'd like to meet her when you're ready. I shall always be your friend."

"Thanks Louise, you're incredible. Although she hasn't quite hooked me yet I've been thinking about how I would tell you."

"And Sarisha and Celina and the hundreds I don't know about?"

"Just Sarisha and you these days, but as you know just as lovely and caring backstops. Not Celina because of my friendship with Mike but how did you know about Sarisha?"

"Girls talk, you know Dio. We talk about real things, not about football or cubic capacity of car engines, or which golf ball is the best or which girl on the street in front of you has the best looking knockers. We have intelligent, informative conversations."

"Yeah, I bet," said Dio, hitching his jeans and flicking a look at the pair of breasts right in front of him.

"I've gotta go," said Louise, kissing him like a sister on the cheek. "See you. Oh, don't worry about our other two close mates. If I see them I'll drop a gentle hint."

"Oh Louise, you are somebody to die for."

"I bet," Louise mutter, watching his ass as Dio walked away. "Until your blinkers fix on Little Miss Pretty in Pink again, then the others like me will be history. But I realize you'd be one to really stick by me if I were in trouble."

Louise snapped opened her phone and pressed a quick call number.

"Celina, it's Louise. Got a moment?"

"For you Louise, yes."

"Good. Have I got some news for you! It's Dio – he's practically engaged but is not actually admitting it yet."

Dio emerged from the hardware shop carrying a big can of white paint to redo the picket fence and gate across the front of his mother's property. He crossed the road and headed for Coffee Exotic.

Although the early lunch crowd was gathering, Celina dropped her cake slice and came running at him from behind the counter, arms outstretched. Close behind was Mike with a silly grin, having managed to emerge from behind the till for a moment.

"My beloved, my beloved," cried Celina, tears flying everywhere as she enveloped him into a motherly hug. "I am so proud of you."

Mike was far more in control. He thrust out his hand and said, "Congratulations buddy, hope that she will last the distance. Brilliantly done; how would you rate her knockers?"

Bewildered by all this, Dio asked weakly, "What's all this about?"

"Your engagement, you silly ass," admonished Celina, landing two more kisses before releasing Dio.

"But I'm not getting engaged?"

Celina looked as if she were about to be hit by a bus, and then she began crying.

"Come on love, get back behind the counter," urged Mike. "The queue has stacked up – our duty is to our customers."

"You stay here," ordered Celina, pointing Dio to a chair. "I'll bring you coffee and food as soon as I can. We've got to talk."

When Sarisha received Louise's call in her empty taxi she almost hit the side of the town bridge at the mention of the word 'engaged' in relation to Dio. "Christ!"

My word, thought Louise. She really is upset. I've never heard her use that word before.

"Look, Sash, come straight to the restaurant. I'll shout you sausages and chips and sit with you. We need to talk. We can't have a crisis this big and not talk about it."

"I'm on my way," said Sarisha.

"Sorry – I'm disgusted with myself for using that word."

"What word?" Louise asked innocently.

"Bye, you're a good mate, Louise."

Almost half an hour has passed before Celina arrived with Dio's coffee, his favorite beefsteak and mushroom pie, two sausage rolls and three pieces of Louise cake. Dio had almost gone to sleep, having counted 133 vehicles passing the coffee shop window.

It took him longer than usual to scoff the lot because he was being expertly grilled and had to reply to each question. In fifteen minutes Celina had extracted from his memory ever conceivable piece of information stored there about the Flemings including tidbits he didn't realize he knew, including the answer to the question, "What side of Cal was Carmen standing in the wedding photo?"

Once that was accomplished, Celina pumped into his mind a whole heap of stuff about how she felt about this, how she treasured him and how proud his mother would have been of him. How was it possible to go on so long about something that hadn't happened? If she was downloading stuff like this all the time it was amazing she had time to work and look after Mike, including cleaning his shoes. He saw that Mike was working his butt off trying to service late-lunchers so he pushed some money into her hand and rose to leave.

"Here, I'm not taking this money," Celina a said, loud enough for Mike to hear. He was pointing to the door urging Dio to leave before she handed back the fifteen dollars.

"This is my pre-engagement gift," she said, on the verge of tears again.

Dio kissed her and left without taking back the money. He turned at the door and she was still standing like a statue, staring at him.

"Back to work, Celli," Dio called. She stamped her foot, but turned and went back to her station.

Dio went home and washed the ute. Looking up he saw Leticia Wrightson next door leaning over her veranda rail looking at him very intently – not that there was much to look at as Dio was working in just a pair of battered shorts.

"Finished?" called Mrs Wrightson.

"Yeah but don't ask me to do you and Alan's vehicles."

"Nothing is farther from my mind," she said huskily. "Come over for a cook drink."

Dio put away the cleaning gear and rolled up the hose. He went into the neighboring house and found Leticia in the kitchen, leaning against the sink bench. She held out a soda, her arm not extended very far; as he reached for the drink she pulled it almost against herself. An inner voice told Dio to go no farther but he'd often looked at Leticia and felt his interest quicken. When having meals with them her foot sometimes made contact with his and stayed touching but she wouldn't look at him. This behavior had left him confused until he finally decided she was just sometimes caught in a slightly flirty mood.

This time he sensed the thirty-nine year old had decided to reward herself with something; but what? Now she was looking confused. He unbuttoned the front of her dress, pulled down her bra and taking the soda poured some on to her left breast and bent over her and began licking.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered.

He took the swelling nipple into his mouth and worked his tongue around it.

"I became so hot watching you cleaning your truck; I saw muscles rippling." She stopped talking so Dio nipped the nipple.

"Oh God, I want you."

Dio ran a hand down her thigh and found she was indeed very warm.

"Oh no, I can't do this to Alan."

"That's fine, I never push my luck," Dio said, taking half a step back and kissing her over each eye. She reached down and began squeezing his erection."

"I'll see you later Leticia. He turned and walked away.

"Dio!"

He turned. Leticia had pulled her dress top and bra down and lifted the back of her dress up over her hips and was stepping out of her panties.

"I'm coming," he chocked.

"Here, put this on," she said, handing him a condom that had appeared from nowhere. Hopefully Alan didn't keep a count of his supply.

Stepping back from the bench she turned and leaned over the sink and began massaging her tits that were hanging down into the basin. As Dio came right up to her she spread her legs to give him a great view of a nicely lubed pinkie.

Dio went to work, humming Paul Simon's 'Mrs Robinson'. Leticia joined in and kept going until she broke into moans and began clawing at and slapping the hands cupping her breasts. She began moaning loud enough, thought Dio, to wake up babies and dogs all along the street. Then his chest tightened as did his nuts and he pulled back his head and fought to muffle his bellow as Leticia squeezed her thighs together and they both began ejaculating.

Back home and in the shower Dio thought he'd have to rate Mrs Wrightson very highly and she'd have to be given an extra mark as she had seduced him. Boy was she a great person to have living next door! He wondered how many dates would it take before Carra came across; it wasn't it his mind that they'd become anything more that friends of convenience; in all probability she'd allow him to seduce occasionally 'for being a good boy'.

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