A Birthday Surprise (Open)

[PaddyMayne]

Josh Lawton stepped onto the driveway of the Fitzgerald household. He'd been instructed to go there instantly, by his employer, Mr Fitzgerald. From what he could gather from their phone call thirty minutes earlier, it was his son's seventh birthday party thrown by his wife, Mrs Fitzgerald. Josh knew 'Mrs F' to some extent, she would periodically visit the bar he worked at and check on the accounts back in the back office for her husband. From what he saw, she seemed to have that sex maturity while retaining some good looks. A part of Josh hoped she would hang around for a little longer each time she visited, but it was evident she always had more pressing matters.

Josh had come straight from the bar from where he was on duty and had no time to change. He wore the staff uniform, a tight red tee-shirt and simple black slacks with some nice shoes. The tee showed off his toned arms and tight young muscular perfectly, the little arrogance in him hoped his sculpture and boy-ish good looks helped him get the job. Well at least the female customers never had a complaint about him!

He smiled coyly enough at all the mothers taking in a keen eye as he made his way onto the lawn, if this wasn't such an inappropriate occasion, he'd perhaps not say no to one or two of them. To be honest he didn't know beforehand why he was needed, but it soon became apparent there was a distinct lack of a male role model. Taking a deep breath he looked around the corner from where all the noise is coming from, she was there, Mrs F, standing at the barbeque and she looked great. Holding out the soccer ball he purchased as a gift, he figured he better explain quickly before she got mad, hoping she would at least recognise him. "Mrs F! How are you doing?" he tilted his head up, smiling sincerely. "Mr Fitzgerald called back at the bar, he said he's been trying to contact you. He's stuck at a business meeting and said he couldn't make it... he figured that you might need some help?"

Before he could explain further, a little un snatched the soccer ball from his hands, sidetracking him in mid-flow as he looked down at the culprit before he ran off. The two elder's eyes met again as he laughed to himself, ruing the fact he has already been sucker punched. "Uhh... so things not too hard for you I hope?" Before he was unsure, but now he was secretly willing that Mrs F take up on his offer to help.

 

[sierrahughes]

Lorna Fitzgerald was about to give Mr Lance Fitzgerald a good piece of her mind. It was their son's seventh birthday celebration - and also the seventh straight time he had missed this special occasion. Their son was growing old enough to feel the emotional void caused by not having one's father around all the time.

But when Josh turned up, and then smiling the way he did when Lance Junior snatched the ball from his hands, Lorna felt herself cracking up again. It was difficult being both parents at the same time, and having to explain to both her boy and her guests why her husband wasn't around all the time.

 

[PaddyMayne]

Mrs F let out a knowing groan as Josh explained to her the situation, but he figured his appearance at least calmed a building anger. Well it looks like Lance and the boys are glad to see you! "Yeah! Good, good. Anything I can do to help you Mrs F, hmm the food smells divine! I guess I'll go play with boys and keep em busy while you do your duties huh?"

Josh smiled as he turned his back, jogging towards the boys in the large back garden who were playing a game of soccer. It soon descended into a game of piggy in the middle, admittedly a slightly uneven contest as the boys ganged up on him, a dozen against one. Josh would every so often look up towards the barbeque, ensuring Mrs F was okay, and he couldn't help but glance towards some of the other mothers who had come from the front lawn, now taking an interest in their little game of soccer.

Becoming slightly bored of being ganged up on, Josh call an end to the game and wished the birthday boy a happy day before walking slowly back over to the mother. Damn she looked good, they all did. He thought, his eyes scanning over their dress clad bodies. He gave himself a mental shake, not at her kid's birthday party, be loyal to Mrs F, her and her husband after all were employing him.

"Mrs F, need any help?" he asked, making extra sure to stand next to Mrs F, away from the other mothers in a stand of loyalty. "They sure are a lot to deal with..." his eyes rolled back towards the rascals, who by now were running up the garden towards them, armed with water guns. "Mrs F! They're after us!"

 

[sierrahughes]

Lorna retorted playfully, "you mean they are after you!"

She quickly covered up the grill in anticipation of the water she was certain was going to be sprayed around. As the kids began to descend upon Josh, with a few stray spurts hitting her apron, Lorna truly felt liberated from all her adult worries, and watched on as the boys (Josh included) horsed around a bit more.

It finally died down, mainly because the water rifles ran out of water, and the next refill was at least fifteen minutes away all the way at the backyard. By then, the boys were exhausted and drenched, and already displaying signs of fatigue. One of her best friends offered to clean Lance Junior up so that Lorna could continue to finish up at the barbeque pit.

"Shouldn't you get yourself dried as well?" Lorna said to Josh, who himself looked completely wet. It was then that she first noticed how well-built the boy - no, young man - was.

"You look like you could fit into Mr Fitzgerald's clothes. Grab some from the bedroom, you should know the way?" Lorna asked.

 

[PaddyMayne]

Betrayed! Mrs F was too good to get outsmarted by a few little terrors and thus Josh took one for the team, much to the enjoyment of everyone around. Josh didn't mind getting a little dirty or wet, so long as everyone was having a good time and it appeared as though Mrs F was lightening up a little too, it was good to see a different side to her typical business facade Josh was so used to.

He watched the attractive mother finishing up as he made his way back to 'headquarters'. He might have been young but the observant in him could detect a small smile, as could a few of the other mothers who glanced between the two. The young man figures the rumours will start flying if she continues, so Josh is more than happy to head inside to dry up change.

He knew the household fairly well, he had worked with Mr Fitzgerald around the home, fixing up some new doors, windows and other oddjobs. Finding his way through to the bedroom and further onto the en-suite wasn't an issue. He swabbed his drenched naked skin with a cotton towel, before wrapping the towel around his lower back, covering his modesty.

Josh took a moment to take it all in, en-suite bathroom, luxurious bedroom in his view, this was living in style! Perhaps one day he would live a life as good as Mr Fitzgerald, aside from the way he treated his son and wife, what an asshole not to show up on your sons birthday!

Moving back to the bedroom again, the young man looked down onto the lawn through the large window which dominated the room. The young ones were starting to huddle around a table, they would be busy for awhile yet. Josh sighed wistfully, then taking in a deep intake of breath as he opened the first of the many bedroom cupboards. A coy smile formed on his lips, his heart skipping a beat, never did he think he would so personally re-acquaint himself with some of Mrs F various outfits that he had always quietly admired.

He moved along to cupboard number two, pressing the sliding door open. "Oh god..." he cried, pensively. Nothing could prepare him for Mrs F wide assortment of negligee. Breathing deeply again, the young man tries to take in this Aladdin's Cave of lingerie, swimwear and shoes to mention a few, if her clothes were anything to go by, Mrs F was quite the vixen!

Josh readjusts his towel, his member by now was becoming painfully engorged against the thick restraint of the cotton. The restraint served well as a reminder, what was he thinking? Josh starts rubbing his forehead, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. This was her sons special day... any visions conjured by his erotic imagination of him and her lost in some sort of exotic bliss were just going to be that, visions. This had to stop otherwise it would riddle every cell of his existence.

He quickly dashes over to the other side of the cupboards, presumably where Mr Fitzgerald's belongings are. Mr Fitzgerald usually wore the same kind of thing, though he clearly didn't have a cupboard of identical outfits. Simple shirts, usually with a jacket would complement with it, ankle length pants, always the kind with plenty of pockets that he would never have a need of! It was somewhat of an old fashioned business like style, exactly the opposite Josh's perspective on clothes.

Feeling restless, he picks out the first thing that catches his eye, a grey shirt with matching black pants, ensuring a few buttons are undone to try and give it an informal look about it. Josh checks himself over by the mirror, he doesn't look half as bad as he imagined, wasn't his style, but he guesses to himself he'll make do. As he makes his way back downstairs, it emerges that the group outside are breaking into song, singing the little man a happy birthday, Josh just makes it out in time to help finish off the final verse before the candle-lit cake makes its appearance.

"Make a wish sweetie!" Mrs F encourages, as the boy blows out the candles amongst the flashes of the cameras. Josh's face twists at those words, trying best to contain his reaction, the little man probably just wants his father. "What did you wish for then sweetie?" Ah if only Mrs F had said that to him, Josh could imagine doing more interesting things with the stuff he saw back in her bedroom. He couldn't help but reaffirm himself with all the wonderful curves that made her such a sexy little thing. Ugh! Thinking about it again! Slapping himself mentally yet again. "Don't forget a piece for Mr Fitzgerald" Josh chips in, as Mrs F starts to cut up the cake.