The Hamptons – summer playground of the rich and famous – it’s the Upper East Side by the sea. But those “below stairs” also get their share of fun and diversion...
As Butler to a wealthy couple, Mike Robertson makes a pre-season trip out to The Hamptons to prepare the summer residence. It isn’t even Memorial Day yet, but already his social life receives an unexpected boost. This bodes well for an interesting summer.
Series: Summer In The Hamptons
Ebook ISBN: 5117_1087
lyd Category: Sugar and Spice
Length: 37 pdf Pages / 5000 words
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Ebook Cover Price: $1.99
The two of them returned to the basement, where Mike turned off the water supply before starting to undo the joint. As the pipe came free, all the water in that part of the system spouted out, soaking both him and Siobhan. As the flow dropped to a trickle, Mike shook the water from his eyes and resealed the joint. When he turned the water back on, there was no leak. Coming down the ladder, he glanced at Siobhan, who had both arms crossed over her chest. He realized that her soaking wet tee shirt was almost transparent, and as she turned her back to lead him out, he could see that she was not wearing a bra. As they emerged from the basement, she turned to look at Mike. She started to say her thanks, but Mike cut her short, saying that there was no need for that, instead he should apologize for having soaked her. Siobhan put her arms to her sides, and looked down at her sodden clothes. Her tee shirt clung to what Mike could now see were two small, but firm breasts. As she cooled in the air conditioned room, her nipples grew and, realizing this, she hastened to cover them with her hands.
“Come,” she said, “We need some dry clothes. I’ve a bathrobe that you can borrow whilst your stuff goes in the drier.”
Emerging from the bathroom in Siobhan’s suite, engulfed in a fluffy bathrobe that was obviously the property of the Man of the House, Mike sat down to wait for Siobhan as she took their sopping clothes to the laundry room and put them in the drier. When she returned, she had a bottle of red wine, and a couple of glasses.
“This should help us get over the ordeal” she said, expertly drawing the cork. She offered Mike a sip to taste, and, when he murmured his approval, she poured them each a glass, and sat beside Mike on the sofa. She raised her glass, and asked,
“What should we drink to?”
Mike thought for a moment, and replied, “To a hassle free summer for us both.” They clinked glasses, and sipped their wine. Mike looked at Siobhan, and noted the clean white tee shirt that she now wore, with a pair of shorts. With her face scrubbed, and her damp hair now loose, she looked about seventeen. Taking a deep breath, Mike told her that. Siobhan laughed, and accused him of being a flatterer. They gazed at one another, and, as one, they put their glasses down and moved towards each other. They kissed, gently, on the lips, pulled apart, and moved together and kissed again. Siobhan sat back, breathing a little heavily. Mike could, once again, see her nipples poking through her tee shirt. They closed for a third time, and as they kissed, their arms went round each other.
A former seafarer, private enquiry agent, lawyer, motorcycle courier, bartender, show cave guide, Commissionaire, historical reenactor, health and safety executive, butler and personal assistant, the author is an expat Brit in New York, providing high level concierge services in an exclusive apartment complex.