Dark Glasses

By T R Morris

Oliver Beecham is a twenty five year old successful estate agent who fancies the new lodger, Carol Smith, who left her dark glasses around on purpose. When Oliver tries them on he cannot believe his eyes. When Carol tells him her big secret, Oliver’s world gets larger, more exciting, and more complicated than he thought possible. Then there is a murder to solve where knowing who did it does not really help. Soon Oliver learns the benefits of the older more experienced woman, and clever friends – whatever they are.

• Language: English
• Publisher: T R Morris
• Release date: Apr 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311748492

T R Morris

T R Morris likes stories, all kinds of stories. There is pleasure in being a woman and trying to imagine what a man may think or do, and being a man and wondering what a woman will do. Being young and imagining what it will be like to be old, or being old and trying to remember what it was like being young. T R Morris is not good at genres however. Some stories will have plenty of erotic and sexual references - some none. If you are easily offended please be very careful what you read. Also if you are looking for just a sexually explicit story, you must also be careful what you read - you may be disappointed. T R Morris is English, British, European, and a citizen of the Earth and beyond.

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Dark Glasses

By

T R Morris

Published by T R Morris at Smashwords

Copyright T R Morris 2014

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Chapter One

Oliver sat on the toilet watching the water trickle down the tiles. It was still very hot in the bathroom from where she had just finished her shower, so he had removed his robe and sat naked on his throne. He thought of what a good view he would have had of her under the spray. The shower was one end of the bath with a plastic screen that went about half way along to try and stop the water splashing on the floor. It never really succeeded that well. The toilet was at the opposite end of the bath to the shower, facing the shower and the door. He had never seen her naked, she was his sister’s friend, but the longer she stayed with them the more he thought about her, both with and without her clothes. He sat there trying to imagine her standing under the shower, the water cascading over her. She was a size ten or twelve he guessed, so that part of his fantasy was easy. Her black hair slightly wavy and coming down to just below her shoulders, was quickly added to the mental picture. He found himself going hard trying to decide what her nipples would look like and if she shaved her pubic hair. Damn it he thought, he had only known her a few weeks, but then when did that make any difference. Although he suspected his sister did not know her that well either.

His sister Tanya was twenty five, three years younger than him, blondish, petite, with a strong personality and a natural ability to round up waifs and strays. She had met Carol when she started work in her office. Carol had said that she had just moved to the area and was looking for somewhere to stay. She was in bed and breakfast accommodation, and getting fed up with it. Tanya had come home that night to put the idea of a houseguest to their parents. It had been the middle of March and Ray and Jenny, Oliver and Tanya’s parents were just about to leave for their other home in Spain. Early retirement, and Dad Gary’s success running his own catering business had left them wealthy enough not to work and able to run two properties. Not that wealthy though, and they were always asking Oliver and Tanya to stay at the English house when they were in Spain. This suited both Oliver and Tanya as the rent they charged was low, and the parents were now spending most of the year in Spain so they kept their independence. Needless to say Carol was accepted at standard rent after some negotiation on Tanya’s part, and having checked Oliver did not mind.

Oliver did not argue as by the time his opinion was asked, the deal had already been done, and anyway he had met her once before and had fancied her the minute he had seen her. At first Tanya and Carol had shared a room. Although it was a four bedroomed house the fourth room was full of rubbish and the master bedroom had to be kept free in case the parents came back for a quick visit. They had cleared the spare room out over the last weekend and now Carol had a room to herself.

Oliver was waiting for his penis to go down enough for him to put on his robe, and go back to his room and get ready to go to work. His mind was still contemplating how Carol would have washed her feet, and how high she may have lifted one leg. This did not help the erection that was going up rather than down. He turned round behind him to open the window a little, and gazed into the garden without really looking. He realised that he had pretty much given up his social life since Carol had arrived so that he could sit with her in the evenings and talk and watch TV. He had not made a pass at her. Why had he not made a pass at her? Goodness only knows he wanted too. It had also seemed that Carol liked him enough not to be too displeased if he did. In the time they had known each other they had become best friends without Oliver knowing much about Carol at all. He knew she was not from round here and that all her family were dead. Other than that nothing, unless you included the fact that she was gorgeous.

As he looked back into the bathroom he saw Carol’s sunglasses on the window ledge. They were black framed with quite thick sides. Oliver was not sure if they were fashionable but thought they looked good on Carol. He picked them up and put them on, hoping to darken his daydreams of her. He looked out through the crack in the window at the garden below, which was gently bathed in sunlight that was now easy on his eyes. Almost immediately he looked back into the bathroom to see how dark it would look in there, and suddenly it was the normal light level and Carol was in the shower one leg up on the side of the bath facing him. His dilemma as to the size of her nipples and whether she shaved her pubic hair were answered in one second; his penis reacted with rigid certainty, his bowels, which was why he was sat there in the first place, closed until at least lunchtime. Carol having washed her foot put it back down. Oliver realised in his shock he had not even looked between her legs to see if he could see her pussy. Immediately, Carol’s leg was back on the side of the bath as if a film had been cut. Oliver, too shocked to see the two lips just visible between her legs, took off the sunglasses to get a better look. The bath was empty, and the last of the water dripped down the tiles. He sat there on the toilet in a daze, just holding the glasses in his hand.

He heard Tanya call Carol to hurry, as they went to work together in Tanya’s car. He heard the sound of Carol as she hurried down the stairs. He heard the door slam and the car start up in the drive and start to move away, and still he sat there.

He decided he was suffering from a particularly vivid daydream, and he needed to get out and find a girl to distract him from mooning over Carol. Hell he wasn’t mooning over her, he liked her, she lives in the same house, they like each other’s company. Does he have to try to seduce every girl he talks to? For God’s sake a boy needs a little imagination to be healthy.

He stood up, walked to the door and turned to face the toilet, and then he put on the glasses. Nothing changed, he took them off and put them on again, still no change. Right he thought, at least I’m not going mad, but one more test. With the glasses still on he thought of Carol, and there she was, sitting on the toilet, knickers round her ankles, robe tied loosely, and combing her hair. His mouth suddenly felt very dry, and his legs felt shaky, he slid down and sat on the floor with his back to the door and took the glasses off. She disappeared and the toilet was once again unoccupied. He thought of her as hard as he could, but still no one was there, until he slipped the glasses on and there she was again, still combing her hair. OK he thought, let’s just try to figure this out with a few simple tests. He thought of himself putting on the glasses for the first time, and suddenly Carol had gone. There he was sitting naked on the loo dressing gown thrown on the floor, close to his feet. While still looking at himself on the loo, he caught the end of the dressing gown with the back of his heel and slowly moved it towards himself. The dressing gown he could see through the glasses stayed just where it was. He took the glasses off again and suddenly the toilet was empty once more, and the dressing gown had been dragged away and was partly wrapped around the end of his leg. He sat there for some time just staring at the toilet, and then the dressing gown wrapped round his leg. Once he moved his head towards the shower, and then just closed his eyes and opened them again. Nothing changed; he was sat alone naked in the bathroom, in an empty house, without any idea of the time and he was probably late.

Instead of getting up he decided to examine the glasses. He turned them over in his hands carefully rubbing and feeling the black plastic sides. That is, it felt like plastic, and it looked like plastic. The frames were a slightly squared off oval with the same black material holding in the glass. Well he assumed it was glass, as he had discovered that from the outside they looked like normal always-dark sunglasses, but when on, the vision through them was not necessarily darkened, even when they were not producing visions. He felt the sides, which were just a couple of millimetres wide, and tapering from about a centimetre at the lens end down to four millimetres or so, where they bent to go round the ears. He flexed the sides a little, afraid of breaking them, but discovered they seemed totally rigid. He put the glasses on again concentrating on keeping his hands on the sides, and found that although they had seemed so rigid, they had in fact subtly moulded in to the side of his head. He took them off before his mind wandered away from the examination of whether the glasses had something to do with his hallucinations.

He got up, and knowing the house was empty opened the bathroom door, grabbed his dressing gown in one hand and the glasses in the other, and walked across the landing. He threw the dressing gown onto his bed through the door in passing, and went down the stairs into the dining room. He stood with his back to the wall still naked, put on the glasses and thought of Christmas.

Suddenly it was back to last Christmas, his mum and dad sat one side of the table with his grandmother. Tanya and he sat at the other side with his granddad, while his other grandma sat with her back to him. The table was full of food; he saw the decorations on the walls, the cards on every flat surface available, and his dad raising a toast just before they started their festive meal. All of his close family smiling and laughing, pleased to be together again for this one time every year. It was the occasion nobody missed; even when they wanted to and had got a better offer he thought, as he remembered the suggestion of one particular girl friend about ten years ago. He took the glasses off, suddenly not sure if he could smell the turkey. The room was empty and looked very unused.

Shaking a little, he walked out to the kitchen and sat on the chair by the back door. They had been in the house for about fifteen years, and so he thought of the late afternoon on the day they moved in and put on the glasses. Suddenly the kitchen was stacked with boxes. He found he was staring through the backs of some kitchen chairs. He saw himself and his sister racing past and going upstairs carrying small boxes. He had forgotten his little sister had been so skinny as a child, and how long and blonde her hair had been, it had only darkened slightly in her early teens. He saw himself running by and remembered how late he had developed, how like a child he still looked at thirteen, and how much like a child he had thought and acted as well; and how much misery he had gone through at school over this. His mum was at the sink washing cups and looking very young and pretty. His dad came in and put his arms round her from behind and kissed her on the neck.

Oliver said, Shit. out loud and took off the glasses. He glanced at the clock, it was eight forty five, and he should be in the office by nine. He got up and instead of rushing upstairs to dress poured himself a cup of coffee from the machine on the worktop. He didn’t normally drink coffee in the morning preferring to wait until he was at his desk, he decided this morning he needed one. This was his sister’s and she had not had time for her second cup. Thanks Tanya, he said, and with the cup in one hand and the glasses in the other he went upstairs, trying to concentrate on what the hell he was supposed to be doing today, and glancing at the hall clock on the way through. He could not believe the time, I must have been sitting in that bathroom for three quarters of an hour, he muttered to himself, And I’ll wake up in a minute.

He got to the top of the stairs and leant against the wall opposite his parent’s room. He wondered how to test the glasses, find out if he was cracking up. Hell he thought, even if this is all true, I’m still cracking up. He decided he did not know who had owned the house before they moved in, but thought vaguely it may have been the bloke who built the place. He put his coffee on the floor beside him and setting previous owners into his mind stared into the bedroom. Through the bedroom door he could see the bed to the right of the doorway, with the fitted wardrobes and integral bedside tables his parents had had put in about five years ago. The bed was covered in a cream flower patterned quilt, which went well he thought, with the honey coloured wood whose name he could not recall. He steeled his mind not to get sidetracked and continued to think of previous owners. He noticed the walls in a mid green and he could just see the side of the large painting of a landscape that hung on the wall to the left. He looked at the carpet, a sculptured pile in a mushroom colour, and kept staring and thinking about who lived here before his family. He put the glasses on.

The scene he saw did not so much cut like a film but faded and changed within a split second. The carpet was now polished floorboards, very fashionable about twenty years ago he decided. There was a bed now sideways on to his view, up against the wall to the left. A large white very fluffy rug was beside the bed. Closest to the door was a bedside table that was white with gold trim and screamed MFI. The walls were magnolia, and against the back wall he could see a dressing table that was part of the same hideous set as the bedside table. The mirror on the dressing table pointed straight out over the bed and into the hall where Oliver stood. As far as Oliver could see he did not appear to be there in the hall. There was a poster of a reclining nude, done in a sort of black and white David Bailey style, hanging on the back wall. On the bed facing towards him sat a woman, wearing a very short silk black dressing gown that showed most of her legs. She had shoulder length blonde hair with dark roots just beginning to show through. It appeared she had been putting on nail varnish, as she was holding her fingers out and waving them about. The woman was about thirty-five he thought, quite pretty and well rounded from what he could see of the shape of her breasts through the silk.

A man came round from the hidden part of the bedroom wearing a towel, like a short toga in a Hollywood epic. He seemed fortyish, quite slim and fit, well muscled with a snake tattooed down his arm. He bent down as she looked up and they kissed full and hard on the lips. She responded by putting one arm round toward his waist while her arm nearest Oliver started to stroke the hairs on his chest. His left hand slid under the black silk and cupped one of her breasts. They stopped for a very short breath, stared into each other’s eyes for a second or two and then went back to the deep snogging. The man’s other hand pulled at her dressing gown belt and parted her robe cupping the other breast. His hands started kneading the nipples, as the kiss finished with another need for air. She pushed him back and looked at the front of his towel that was now showing that something underneath it was urgently trying to get itself some extra space. She smiled at the bulge, and loosened the towel so that it fell to the floor. As his penis stood up nearly to attention, she slipped her arms out of the dressing gown, as they were by now the only part of her covered by the garment, and knelt on the floor taking the tip of the penis into her mouth. Her pubic hair was plentiful and a completely different colour to that which was on her head, her nipples were hard and tipping two beautifully generous breasts. Oliver was now experiencing a similar erection to the man but without the welcome ministrations of the woman.

Oliver took off the glasses, and said out loud, I am beginning to get the idea I can come back and watch this any time I wish with the glasses. I am seriously late for work, and I am sure I have just gone mad. He picked up his coffee and went into his bedroom.

He walked purposefully, ignoring the now fading erection, and glanced at the clock by his bed; it said it was almost nine am. He picked up his mobile that was lying by the clock and speed dialled number 1. A recorded announcement was played after a couple of rings. This is the office of Bradshaw and Evans your friendly local estate agents, our offices are open between nine in the morning until six at night six days a week, and from ten until four on Sundays, please leave a message after the tone and we will get back to you as soon as we can. Your call is important to us please leave that message.

Oliver waited for the signal tone and then spoke into his phone, Hi this is Oliver, I have had a possible client on the phone to me for the last half hour, its nearly nine now, so I will drive by the property he has been on about and then go and do the inspection at the flat in Prospect Court as I have the keys with me. If it is OK we can start to market it for new tenants this afternoon. See you both mid morning, have the coffee on, bye.

He put the phone back on the bedside table. He had already showered in his parents’ en-suite earlier, as was his habit when they were not here so he went straight for the underwear draw. There was one small pile of Calvin Klein’s worn when they may come into contact with a girl he was trying to impress, and a larger pile of chain store briefs, which he found more comfortable. He chose the chain store pile and pulled a pair on and went for the sock drawer and a pair of standard dark blue high cotton content. The wardrobe produced a white shirt and a sober dark red tie. He added his dark blue pin stripe suit, black lace up Loakes, and sat down on the side of the bed to fill his pockets with his personal stuff like keys and wallet that he kept on the bedside table. Lastly, he gave a final comb to his black hair, the style of which was very normal, (down to the ears, side parting). A quick squirt of hair spray to keep it in place and he was ready. It was ten past nine; he drank the last of the coffee, checked himself in the full length mirror by the end of the bed and went to walk out.

At the door he went back and picked up the coffee cup, then with his other hand the glasses and put them in his top jacket pocket, they slid nicely down out of sight. He walked down the stairs, put the coffee cup in the sink in the kitchen, and then stopping to pick up his briefcase from the hall he went outside and slammed the door.

Chapter 2

His car, (a medium sized dark blue hatchback, two years old, one of the perks of his job as a branch manager at the estate agents,) took him to the flat he was to review. His mind faded the radio from his hearing range within twenty seconds, and he found he was using enormous amounts of energy just keeping his mind on the road, while the glasses burnt a hole in his jacket pocket. Round and round in his mind went the thoughts; If I imagined all of that this morning, shouldn’t I be going to the doctors rather than work, and if I didn’t imagine it all, where the hell did Carol Smith, with whom I am sharing a house and fancy like crazy, get the bloody things. Those thoughts were just starting their eighth continuous tour of duty in Oliver’s head when he reached Prospect Court, and pulled into the guests parking area.

He opened his briefcase and rummaged through the papers finding the file on the flat, and scan read the contents. Should not be a problem he thought; three bed flat, slightly shabby side of town, but still retaining some class. Close enough to the centre of town to walk if you are that way inclined. Last rented to a twenty five year old male from the local Insurance firm, who had moved one of their HQs to the town a couple of years ago. He in turn, with the landlords consent had sub-let to two of his colleges, one female, all three of them single and under thirty. In a reorganisation they had all been moved on to another one of the company’s main sites and had left two days ago. A quick look around to see if the place looked right, and then leave the rest to the others at the branch

The flat was drab and superficially clean. He checked the rooms making notes, and then he went into the lounge and sat down on a chair in the corner by a table close to the kitchen hatch. He put his file and pencil on the table and looked around the room. There were green velvet curtains open to a large picture window on his left, a settee opposite him with two matching chairs facing each other either side. A large coffee table was in the middle. To the left was a television on an old stand. The carpet was the same throughout the flat, except kitchen and bathroom. Beige walls and two indifferent pictures set off the faded grandeur of the sagging padding of the three piece suite. He thought the cup rings and red wine stains on the light wood coffee table made an interesting abstract pattern.

He closed his eyes, the glasses in his pocket felt incredibly heavy. Before his brain started to race mindlessly round and round again he decided he needed to test the glasses here, in a strange place to see if he was really deluded, hallucinating, or on the edge of something unbelievable. Perhaps they can help