RP: Thinking About Pirates
Date: 9 August 2005
Character(s): Eleanor Branstone & Ernie Macmillan
Location: Ernie and Eleanor's house
Status: Private
Summary: Eleanor decides to relax and unwind after a long week. Ernie catches her in a very compromising position.
Completion: Complete
The shop was turning out to be more work than she thought. In a good way, for the most part. She enjoyed helping the customers, and she had the satisfaction of knowing that her hard work was paying off. In a manner of speaking. She was bringing in money, anyway. Not a lot, but she did have some hope of making a payment on her loan if things kept up.
Actual profits, however, were another matter. Everything she'd made so far would either go toward the loan itself or back into the stock. Which was fine, and no more than she had expected this early. But after doing the books each evening, Eleanor wished that she knew for certain weather or not this would all be worth it someday, and the entire thing wasn't going to go belly up.
Ernie was working late that night to get time off for the Art Festival. She was rather looking forward to seeing him perform with Marietta the next day.
Eleanor had big plans to do the book keeping to keep herself busy. Well, that had been the plan, until the book keeping ended up giving her a headache. Then she decided to spend the rest of the evening soaking in the tub.
That, at least, was helping with the headache part, but she really wished she'd brought a book along. Apparently, the book keeping wasn't so easy to leave behind when you didn't have anything to do but sit in the tub and stare at the wall.
After a while, Eleanor decided to give up and go clean something. First, she grabbed a bar of soap and a flannel and began to lather up. She wished Ernie was there. He was rather good at helping her relax. His methods, unfortunately, were better suited to two people...
Except they weren't. Or they didn't have to be. Sure it was better with two people, but it was possible to get the job done by yourself. It was worth a shot, at any rate, and if nothing else, it would give her something else to think about other than money, or lack of it.
She felt a bit silly at first. She hadn't actually done this in a while. Not since she and Ernie had actually started having sex. There wasn't really any need. Still lying in a tub full of warm water and thinking about what she could have been doing if Ernie was home wasn't exactly unpleasant. After a while, Eleanor stopped worrying about how silly it was, and let her hand slip between her thighs. It wasn't as though anyone was there to see her after all.
Character(s): Eleanor Branstone & Ernie Macmillan
Location: Ernie and Eleanor's house
Status: Private
Summary: Eleanor decides to relax and unwind after a long week. Ernie catches her in a very compromising position.
Completion: Complete
The shop was turning out to be more work than she thought. In a good way, for the most part. She enjoyed helping the customers, and she had the satisfaction of knowing that her hard work was paying off. In a manner of speaking. She was bringing in money, anyway. Not a lot, but she did have some hope of making a payment on her loan if things kept up.
Actual profits, however, were another matter. Everything she'd made so far would either go toward the loan itself or back into the stock. Which was fine, and no more than she had expected this early. But after doing the books each evening, Eleanor wished that she knew for certain weather or not this would all be worth it someday, and the entire thing wasn't going to go belly up.
Ernie was working late that night to get time off for the Art Festival. She was rather looking forward to seeing him perform with Marietta the next day.
Eleanor had big plans to do the book keeping to keep herself busy. Well, that had been the plan, until the book keeping ended up giving her a headache. Then she decided to spend the rest of the evening soaking in the tub.
That, at least, was helping with the headache part, but she really wished she'd brought a book along. Apparently, the book keeping wasn't so easy to leave behind when you didn't have anything to do but sit in the tub and stare at the wall.
After a while, Eleanor decided to give up and go clean something. First, she grabbed a bar of soap and a flannel and began to lather up. She wished Ernie was there. He was rather good at helping her relax. His methods, unfortunately, were better suited to two people...
Except they weren't. Or they didn't have to be. Sure it was better with two people, but it was possible to get the job done by yourself. It was worth a shot, at any rate, and if nothing else, it would give her something else to think about other than money, or lack of it.
She felt a bit silly at first. She hadn't actually done this in a while. Not since she and Ernie had actually started having sex. There wasn't really any need. Still lying in a tub full of warm water and thinking about what she could have been doing if Ernie was home wasn't exactly unpleasant. After a while, Eleanor stopped worrying about how silly it was, and let her hand slip between her thighs. It wasn't as though anyone was there to see her after all.