(Part 01)
Twenty eight year old Paul Ingram was involved with an older woman, a forty year old woman to be precise, who was a beautiful unhappily married, Carrington Chase educated woman called, Francesca Carrington-Webber.
Paul and Francesca both lived in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean, she lived in a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club, and coincidentally Paul worked for the Golf Club.
They became involved after three chance meetings, two on a train and the third more significant one was on the Promenade in Sharpington, where he came upon her small huddled figure on the bench ahead of him in some distress and after some tender moments of consolation lead to them making love in his caravan.
Since that night they had had a non-physical relationship and on the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend some time together they always made the most of it, sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened.
Paul was the commercial manager at the Forest Ridge Golf Club which was a job that gave him the opportunity to play himself.
He was quite a good golfer but he didn’t do it often as he had better uses for his spare time, but after he started seeing Francesca he took to playing a round of Golf more often, although in truth it was just a ruse, he would tee off at the appropriate time and play the first three holes and then meet Francesca in the woods for a kiss and a cuddle and if he was lucky they would go into her house for a more comfortable cuddle, and as he was walking down the fairway he saw her standing ahead of him just beyond the treeline.
Francesca was a very attractive woman, but apart from the fact she was beautiful, sexy and breathtakingly sensual what set his heart racing was the fact that he loved her and she loved him.
It was a pleasant morning; warmer than it had been the previous few days, but as those few days were actually very cool that wasn’t really saying much.
But the skies were predominantly blue, for the time being, with only broken cloud, but the forecast had mentioned the possibility of thunder later in the day.
The wind had a slight chill to it but it was fairly light and so it wasn’t expected to affect anyone’s scorecards too much, not that he was worried, he wasn’t going to play the full 18 anyway but he was expecting a pleasant round anyway.
Considering the morning’s bright weather the course was very quiet when he teed off at 8.30 with no one waiting behind him and a couple of twosomes were at least three or four of holes ahead and he assumed that the majority had been put off by the mention of thunder.
As he approached, Francesca was looking lovely
“When didn’t she?” he thought to himself, and he smiled when he noticed her ensemble.
She was wearing a grey flat cap with her shortish brown hair scraped into a pony tail sticking out the back.
But it was the rest of her outfit that made him smile, it was as ever all matching and perfectly co-ordinated.
In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, and her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
(Part 02)
In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, and her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
“Why are you dressed like that?” he asked when he got closer
“I’m blending in” she said “after all, who would look twice at another Golfer on a Golf course”
“I can see you have given it some thought, but you would look a little less conspicuous if you had a bag of golf clubs, or at least a club” he pointed out
“Good point” she considered “I’ll remember that for next time”
They retreated into the woods and when they had gone deep enough so as not to be visible she kissed him.
The early sun and blue skies had quickly been swallowed up by a blanket of grey cloud, and that cloud had since darkened and was then distinctly inky, and distant rumbles of thunder could be heard and it began to rain.
A fact that they were oblivious to, as they continued to kiss.
“I suppose going back to yours is out of the question” he said hopefully
“I’m afraid so” she said “the engineer is serving the boiler”
“That’s precisely what I had in mind” he said
“That’s so cheeky” she retorted but smiled
Which was the moment the heavens opened,
“Go on Francesca” he said “make a dash for it”
“No” she said and hugged him “I want to stay here with you”
“Ok” he said “but we need to move”
“God the rain is savage” she said as they withdrew deeper into the trees and they ran from cover to cover finishing up beneath the shelter of an old oak tree.
For a few moments they stood watching the rain fall like stair rods hammering into the ground as thunder rumbled nearby
“Are you ok” he asked
“Yes” she said with a chuckle “a bit damp but fine”
It was at that moment that he became aware of just how damp she was, the front of her shirt was soaked and had been rendered almost transparent.
Francesca noticed what was drawing his attention and covered it promptly with her cardigan.
“Paul!” She snapped “is that all you think about?”
And then she slapped him playfully and he just shrugged and then she reached up and kissed him gently in a long warm liquid kiss and then she broke away and smiled before kissing him again this time more urgently.
“I think that’s all you think about” Paul said
“oh yes” she said dreamily and kissed him again as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as the Lightning flashed and Paul pushed her back against the oak and thunder clapped overhead.
When the storm abated they stayed motionless against the tree just holding onto to each other in the moment and Francesca sighed.
“I have to go” she said
“Are you sure?” he asked
“Yes” she said very definitely and smiled sadly
“There is something I have to do first though” she said
“What’s that?” he replied
“This” she said and planted a kiss on his lips
“Now” Francesca said “I have to go”
And she rushed off through the woods.
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