Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (65) An Indifferent Maiden in Distress

 

It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, which was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George, and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married. 

It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger. 

“Is Amanda in?” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door, although she already knew the answer, before she asked the question, but he wasn’t to know that at the time.

Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.

As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.

“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”

He replied and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.

Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.

He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said

“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.

He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women, even pretty young women that he had feelings for, and Ellie certainly fit the bill to a tee.

Not that he could or would have done anything about it, even though his marriage was in its death throws.

He and Amanda were only together for two reasons one was that she was catholic and didn’t believe in divorce and the other one was laziness, it had become easier to maintain the status quo and stay together and live separate lives than to take decisive action to get on with their lives.

Greg held Ellie for some time until her sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him very tightly and even began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below his waist began to stir itself.

While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, and he tasted her soft lips, and hot mouth.

Ellie’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free from the waistband of his jeans and when she had succeeded, her trembling hands were on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.

 

The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them making love in the in the spare room. 

The reason for her distress was revealed to be that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.

A brief affair followed that first afternoon of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said

“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.

Greg wasn’t happy about it because his feelings for her had deepened but what could he do, he had to respect her decision.

 

Subsequent visits and tales of woe brought Eleanor to his door, some were truthful and some were fabricated just because she was lonely.

He wasn’t really too concerned what the reason was he was just pleased to her.

Although they invariably had sex on her visits to the house while Amanda was away, on whatever pretext, sometimes they just kissed and cuddled, but to be with him was her primary reason for going there, however when Amanda was at home they always acted with complete indifference toward each other and their smoke screen clearly worked as Amanda would always apologize to him for inviting her or thank him for putting up with her.

 

However on one particular occasion he found it difficult to maintain his unfeeling stance, in fact he couldn’t keep his hand off Ellie.

It was Amanda’s birthday and they had a BBQ in the garden with around 30 guests, one of whom was Eleanor.

As was her custom at the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees, pale blue with a fine white vertical pinstripe over a bright red cropped t-shirt and when he spied through the side slit he could see a tantalizing expanse of naked flesh and a glimpse of her knickers.

But it was her lovely smile which got his heart racing.

 

He stood for a moment admiring her tidy little derriere, as she bent over the freezer and as she stood up from her task he went to squeeze her cheek, but alas she was too quick for him and side stepped his attack.

“Will you behave” she said “Amanda will see”

“Amanda is pissed” he replied

“Amanda is merry and still sober enough to notice you groping her friend” she replied but smiled a toothy smile.

 

About half an hour later he was staring through the kitchen window watching his quarry as she bent over picking up a black sack full of rubbish and her dungaree’s stretched tight across her well-defined little buttocks so he slipped quietly into the room and when he was right behind her he successfully squeezed one tender cheek.

“Don’t you ever give up?” She said and slapped him hard on the arm.

“Oh go on just one more squeeze” he pleaded

“Honestly I don’t know what’s gotten into you today” she said with a chuckle

“I know what I want to get into you” he replied with a leer.

Ellie shook her head and frowned as she left the kitchen and a moment later Amanda appeared from the opposite direction.

“I wish you two could learn to get on” she said

“I know love” he said “I am trying to get on with her”

 

When the time came for the birthday cake everyone was crowding around the birthday girl and Eleanor was at the back of the group standing on tiptoe trying to get a better look when Greg crept up behind her and put both hands on her bum.

“Stop it” she said and pushed him away.

 

But minutes later he tried the very same move again

“Stop groping my bum” she whispered

“Well stop looking so horny then and then I won’t want to” he whispered back

Ellie stood and looked at him for a second as the crowd moved back out into the garden and then she slipped into the downstairs toilet.

 

Greg was sitting at the kitchen table when Ellie returned and she looked at him to make sure she had his attention as she stood in the doorway where only he could see her then she turned around and wiggled her bum at him provocatively, Greg stared open mouthed and then when she had finished she walked into the kitchen and gave him a filthy leer just as Amanda walked in

“Oh for God’s sake are you two still winding each other up” she barked and went back outside.

 

“I’d better go” Ellie said

“And I think you had better come with me” he said and took her hand and pulled her into the downstairs loo

“What are you doing?” she said

“What I’ve wanted to do all day” he replied and kissed her

 

Greg was sitting on the toilet with Ellie sitting on his knee as they kissed and when it was over he said

“That’s better”

“So have you finished with your bit on the side?” she asked as she stood up

“What do you mean?”

“Well that’s what I am” she said

“And I want more”

“What, your Mr Right you mean?”  

“No, I don’t mean that” she snapped

 “I’m not looking for Mr Right anymore”

“Really?” he said “Why not?”

“Because I’ve already found him”

“Oh” Greg said crestfallen

“And I’ve just been kissing him”

“Do you mean it?” he asked daring to hope

“Yes” she replied and buried her face in his chest

“Then we need to talk about it seriously, today” he said and kissed the top of her head

“But how can we?” she asked despairingly

“Well if you were to get a migraine then we can” he replied but she just looked at him blankly so he explained his plan.

 

So ten minutes later he was sitting in the kitchen again when Amanda walked unsteadily in from the garden and slurred

“I know you don’t like her Greg but could you please be a dear and take Eleanor home, she has a migraine”

“Of course” he replied

 

So he agreed to take Ellie home but he didn’t take her straight home, instead he drove her up to Teardrop Lake where they spent the next two hours discussing their future together.

 

Their biggest hurdle was telling Amanda, which they decided they shouldn’t do on her birthday, so they left it until the following weekend and the news was greeted with hugs and kisses because she had met someone on one of her trips to Sunderland and she had been trying to work up the courage to tell him for over a year.

So they were both able to start new lives.

AS JOYOUS AS A SONG

 

My love for you

Is as joyous as a song,

Sung in congregation

With the faithful throng

IT’S A BLESSED MIRACLE

 

It’s a blessed miracle

I've been in love with the same woman

For more than fifty years!

It’s a greater miracle

That my wife has never found out,

If she did it would end in tears

OUR LOVE IS OLD

 

Our love is old,

Our love is true,

When we’re apart

Our hearts are blue

I love you madly

And you love me too

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (64) Molly’s Scarlet Study

 

Molly Webb was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford in the 1990’s and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she was drop dead gorgeous, they also knew all too well that she was aware of the fact and used it to her advantage.

Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Ryan, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.

When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.

The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved both men and women in equal measure.

But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.

One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Pauline Barker who was a renowned philanderer who had a big house in the village of Shallowfield, a mile or so from Teardrop Lake.

It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Pauline put it about every bit as much as Molly did and played the field for both teams.

 

So being at a large Hospital Molly came into contact with a lot of potential partners both male and female.

Like when she was doing a rotation on paediatrics and she met paediatric registrar Polly Jones for the first time.

Polly was a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.

But sadly for Molly she was also happily married to an oncologist. 

Although she was resigned to the fact she was not going to get in the lovely doctors knickers Molly made no secret of the fact to Dr Jones that she fancied her and flirted outrageously with her.

 

So when Christmas came around and she drew Polly’s name in the Secret Santa she bought her some really slutty underwear, which although she accepted she would never see Polly in them, just thought of her wearing the slutty scanties turned her on while she was barely halfway through wrapping them.     

 

When the big day came she watched Polly carefully as she took the present from under the tree and carefully opened it at the nurse’s station and then blushed scarlet when she saw the contents.

Molly was so thrilled at the Doctors reaction to the sinful selection that she almost forgot to open her own gift.

 

When Molly finally opened the small Secret Santa present she was more than a little disappointed. 

It was a three day, all-inclusive spa break for one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel, and although it was an expensive gift, far more than she had spent on the lustful lingerie, it wasn’t really her kind of thing at all.

What she didn’t know at the time was that firstly the gift was from Polly and secondly it was merely a device to lure Molly to the Spa where she could seduce her in the sauna.

Suffice is to say that following that they spent most of their time enjoying each other rather than the extensive menu that the Spa had to offer.

Unfortunately in the weeks following the Spa break there was no repeat of the intimacy between them and Molly had to content herself with Samantha, who compared to Polly Jones was definitely second best, by quite a distance.

 

She didn’t even get to see much of Polly at work due to their shift patterns so she was delighted when she got a phone call from her on Friday afternoon even though it was a bit matter of fact.

“Can you do me a favour Molly?” she asked

“Sure”

“I left my purse in my desk drawer” she explained

“Ok”

“Could you be a honey and drop it off on your way home?”

“No problem” Molly said as she drove past Forestdean on the way to Shallowfield.

“Great, I’ll see you later then, bye”

Molly went to her desk and retrieved the purse and slipped it in her pocket.

 

After her shift ended she went to the ladies and freshened herself up and then she drove to Polly’s house.

She parked on the paved drive and walked to the door, she was just about to knock when it opened and Derek came out.

“Oh hi Molly” he said “she’s in the study, bye”

“Ok bye”  

         

She had been to the house once before and knew where the study was so she closed the front door and walked down the hall and knocked on the door.

“Come in” Polly called, so she opened the door and stepped in and Polly was sat behind the desk in the big leather reclining chair but had her back to the door.

“Hi Poll I’ve got your phone”

“Thanks, I’ve got something for you too” she replied and swung the chair around to reveal that she was wearing the slutty red see through lingerie Molly had bought her for Christmas, along with red stockings and suspenders.

“I bet you’ve been dying to see me in these” she said

“I really have” Molly said and approached the desk and shed her uniform as she walked.

ODE TO MY BEAU

You hold back the night

With your gallantry

You subdue my fears

With your chivalry

You hold me in the light

With your passion for me

WHAT MORE BEAUTY

 

What more beauty could there be

Than in a maiden lithe of limb

With perfect elegance and grace

And a figure both sleek and trim

Beheld in the vision of a man

Who thinks she only has eyes for him

I LOVE YOU DARLING WARTS AND ALL

 

I love you Darling warts and all

Though I can’t seem to recall

When we first met at the mall

And we chatted in the food hall

You ever mentioning warts at all

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (63) A Solicitor’s Dilemma

 

Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles were the firm of Shallowfield Solicitors handling Neil Kuschel’s divorce and it was during a meeting with Linda Baxter that they first made a “connection”.

And during the meeting an invitation was extended for him to return to the office that evening when they made another a further connection when they acted on their mutual attraction.

 

She was an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, and she spoke in posh plummy tones, which he had always had a soft spot for, and the sexy way she peered over the top of her spectacles was very alluring.

So it wasn’t difficult to explain why he would be interested in a very attractive, glamorous, and alluring woman with a posh voice and magnificent long legs.

 

His late evening visits to her office became a regular thing, a couple of night a week at least and every time was the same he would walk past the receptionist’s desk and immediately smell her exotic heady fragrance and hear her wonderful plummy tones.

“Hello Mr. Kuschel”

But their meetings only began at the office and invariably after dinner or drinks they would end up at her house or his flat.

It was on one such occasion after they were in his bed that she said

“I could be struck off,”

“Nonsense” he replied

“No I mean it. I could be struck off for sleeping with a client” she said earnestly

“Well we’ll just have to stay awake then” he offered

“It’s the staying awake part that you get struck off for” she pointed out and there was silence for a few moments

“Do you want to stop?” he asked

“What?” she exclaimed

“I said do you want to stop?” he asked

“God no, do you?” she said raising her head from his chest

“No chance” he said and kissed the top of her head

“I think I should stop” she said

“But…” he began

“No not the fun stuff” she clarified

“Phew”

“No I mean stop the client solicitor relationship” she explained

“You’ve lost me” Neil said

“I’ll hand you off to one of the others and then I can sleep with you with a clear conscience” Linda said

“Result” he exclaimed

I SHOULD HAVE TRIED MUCH HARDER

 

I should have tried much harder

Looking back upon that day

I should have fought for you

I should have tried every way

You were the very best of me

Around you my heart lightened

In your presence I walked on air

Around you my spirits brightened

 

I lost myself in my own conceit

I was consumed by self-obsession

I stopped seeing you as precious

And treated you like my possession

 

I should have tried much harder

On that day so very long ago

I should have fought for you

Instead I ran away and let you go

BECAUSE MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TRUE

Because my love for you is true

There is nothing I won’t do for you

Except for this one small thing

Which is that I won’t do nothing

DECENT PROPOSAL

 

The traditional way

Is now rather passé

And may have had its day

But I will ask thee

While on bended knee

If thou wilt marry me

Snippets of Downshire Life – August Bank Holiday

The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow which was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.

 

On the August Bank Holiday, it was a hot sultry Sunday afternoon in the Village and Alex Norris was as hot and sultry as the weather.

And the children running in and out of the house every five minutes either bickering or telling tales or saying, “Can I have?” was not cooling her down in the slightest.

So, she just carried on watching TV with her husband Carlo and tried to think happy thoughts, which was proving very difficult. 

“Thank God” She exclaimed when she heard the tell-tale chimes of the ice cream van playing “I wish I was in Dixie” in a neighbouring road,

“Nothing says come and get an ice-cream more than a jolly racist tune” Carlo said as the children came running in from the garden
“Ice cream, Ice cream” they called
“Just a minute kids, Dad will give you some money” Alex shouted to them and he dug around in his shorts pocket and brought out a couple of two pound coins which he handed over to the children and they were out the front door in ten seconds flat, and the moment the door closed Carlo took hold of her hand and pulled her onto his lap.
“Behave Carlo” she protested “it’s too hot”

“Just give me a kiss” he said

“That’s not going to cool me down, that will just make me hotter” she said but kissed him anyway.

“Well if its cooling down you need then I can help with that too” he said

 

Ten minutes later when the children returned with their ice creams they found their mum and dad in the back garden where Carlo was spraying their mum with the hose pipe.

Snippets of Downshire Life – Summer Bank Holiday

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park, but there was also a very acceptable sandy beach, and it was on that beach on the Summer Bank Holiday when a group of friends from Purplemere were enjoying the warm weather, and among them were brothers Paul and Simon Maloney and Simon’s girlfriend Jules Madox.

But despite the blue skies there was a black cloud hanging over the day because Paul knew that his brother was going to dump Jules and he was not happy with what Simon was going to do, because he was doing it so he could make a play for someone else.

 

About an hour after seeing Simon and Jules in a heated exchange by the seawall, Paul was walking along the beach towards the pier when he saw Jules behind one of the pillars and he could tell by the movement of her shoulders that she was crying, so he closed the distance between them.

“Are you ok Jules?” he asked when he reached her and as she turned to face him he could discern that her eyes bore the evidence of crying, and then before he knew what was happening she had buried her tearstained face in his chest and began to cry anew.

“I’m sorry” he said

They stood in the shade beneath the pier in that embrace for ten minutes as she cried, until the pattern of her breathing changed and he could feel feather light kisses from her soft lips on his naked chest, before her lips journeyed upwards until they reached his and she kissed him, a deeply passionate and electric kiss, but he curtailed it.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” he said

“But it’s what I want” she retorted and tried again to connect her lips to his.

“But you were crying for Simon ten minutes ago” he pointed out

“No, no, you mustn’t think that” she said with alarm

“I wasn’t crying because we broke up, I was glad, I was distraught because I didn’t think I would see you again”

 

YOUR DELICATE HAND

Your delicate hand

Is pale, your finger perfect

To fit the golden band

MY LOVE IS FOREVER

 

My love is forever

For even if we part

You will never

Completely leave my heart

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (62) Anna Bella

 

James Ruddock was a 25 year old singleton and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake.

The view of the lake from the Hotel was spectacular.

The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.

It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.

It was beautiful and relatively unspoilt which was the reason he chose it.

A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale and the Dancingdean Forest in particular.

Teardrop Lake and the surrounding woodland was privately owned and divided into twelve parcels of land, each with one significant dwelling on it, although there were a number of cottages dotted around as well, some in use and some not. 

It was both idyllic and peaceful, there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.

 

James was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.

He would have preferred not to be such a loaner but unfortunately he was a bit socially awkward, but the main reason he was alone was because he was shy and preferred to go unnoticed which is difficult to do when you’re 6ft 4 with flaming red hair. 

On his fifth day by the lake he was up bright and early and headed up into the woods around the Lake and was heading for lover leap.

It was a rocky promontory which was a location that had been recommended to him. 

Anna at the Hotel had given him a number of popular birding sites and after he had spent a couple of hours up at Lovers Leap including the small clearing where a Green Woodpecker had been sited. 

But what he found waiting for him in the clearing, sitting on a blanket was Anna herself.

He moved a little closer and was about to ask her to direct him back to the path to civilization when she stood up and took off her dress to reveal a yellow bikini.

“Oh my” he said to himself as he studied a most interesting scene.

“This is much better than a Green Woodpecker” he said to himself “Much better”

It wasn’t the usual type of bird he was spotting for but it was a rare sighting indeed.

It was his habit to write down his more exotic sighting in his little book and he had nothing in his book to equal Anna.

 

Looking beyond the figure of Anna he could see there was a well-defined path which he thought if he followed would lead him back to Shallowfield as he was ready for his lunch.

It had been a very pleasant diversion from birdwatching but he wasn’t comfortable to spy on her further.

However he still had the problem of getting back to Shallowfield without crossing the clearing or being seen by Anna and it was as he was pondering this problem that Anna turned around and looked directly at him and smiled, and then she gestured him to join her.

 

“I’m so sorry” he said as he approached “I didn’t mean to look”

“That’s alright you were meant to” she retorted

“Wwhat?” he stammered

“I’ve been trying to get your attention all week” she said and slithered up to him and embraced him and when the kiss was over she said

“Now don’t you think that’s better than bird watching?”

“Oh yes definitely” he replied and leant in for another helping and thought.

“This is definitely going in the book”

 

The morning after Anna had successfully lured James to the clearing in the Dancingdean Forest and they shared an extended period of kissing he rose late and was trying to figure out when he would get to kiss her again.

And it was with those thoughts about kissing the girl in the yellow bikini that he decided he would take a shower and then go in search of her.

However just as he got midway between the bed and the bathroom the maid, receptionist, waitress and all round dogs body Anna Hunt suddenly appeared at the door.

There followed a delightful interlude, in which she declared that she was his girlfriend, and that culminated in them making love in his bed.

 

The next morning he rose late again but this time however, when he headed to the shower, the door didn’t suddenly open and Anna did not appear.

This time he was already in the shower and had already given himself a good soaping before she joined him and on that morning he had no need to undress her as Anna was already naked.

Anna was a year or two younger than James straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.

When Anna got in the cubicle she was only wearing a broad grin so he kissed her smiling lips and made love to her.

 

Afterwards he was shattered, he had to sit in the cubicle to recharge his batteries, and James just sat there with the shower spraying down on him for about twenty minutes.

By the time he re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Anna was already fully dressed.

“You’ve recovered then” she said and laughed

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re gagging for it,” he said in response

“You’ll still take me though” she said and walked over and kissed him and he grabbed her and scooped her up in his arms

“Put me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested

“That’s just how I like you” he teased and then they kissed.

But that was all they did as she had work to do.

“Well you’ll have to wait until tomorrow now” she insisted

So he put her down and she giggled as she sponged herself dry as she sat down and watched him drying himself and by the lascivious look in her eye he couldn’t tell if she was remembering what she’d just had or imagining what she was going to get the next time and he knew there would be a next time, and soon.      

FINE AS SILKEN THREAD

 

Fine as silken thread

Her hair shone like burnished

Gold, in the bright sunlight

A BOOK ON THE SHELF

 

A book on the shelf

Passed by, passed over

Rejected by browsers

Ignored by casual trade

Over looked by readers of discernment

Often handled but never understood

A book on the shelf

Unwanted and unappreciated

Unloved and forlorn waits patiently

For that one special wordsmith

Who will see the small tome

Among the vast bibliotheca

And admire the cover,

The quality of the fabric

Its exquisite binding

He will handle the book

Feel its weight and worth in one caress

And will appreciate its quality.

When he turns the pages

He will engage with the contents

Understanding its language

Each perfect word on each pristine page

This will be a story of such worth

When the wordsmith finds

This book on the shelf

I WALK ON EGGS

 

I walk on eggs

To protect the fragile peace

I try to be invisible

As I dread your displeasure so

But even in the midst

Of such an uneasy peace

I fear your rejection

For being invisible is still better

Than not being there at all

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (61) Sleeping Maiden in Distress

It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, which was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George, and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married. 

It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger. 

“Is Amanda in?” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door, although she already knew the answer, before she asked the question, but he wasn’t to know that at the time.

Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.

As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.

“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”

He replied and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.

Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.

He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said

“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.

He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women, even pretty young women that he had feelings for, and Ellie certainly fit the bill to a tee.

Not that he could or would have done anything about it, even though his marriage was in its death throws.

He and Amanda were only together for two reasons one was that she was catholic and didn’t believe in divorce and the other one was laziness, it had become easier to maintain the status quo and stay together and live separate lives than to take decisive action to get on with their lives.

Greg held Ellie for some time until her sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him very tightly and even began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below his waist began to stir itself.

While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, and he tasted her soft lips, and hot mouth.

Ellie’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free from the waistband of his jeans and when she had succeeded, her trembling hands were on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.

 

The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them making love in the in the spare room. 

The reason for her distress was revealed to be that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.

A brief affair followed that first afternoon of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said

“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.

Greg wasn’t happy about it because his feelings for her had deepened but what could he do, he had to respect her decision.

Eleanor had called a halt to their brief affair when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said

“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.

Greg wasn’t happy about it because his feelings for her had deepened but what could he do, he had to respect her decision.

There were however fairly regular relapses on Eleanor’s part when she would turn up at the house often in tears or just angry after a spat with a “Kevin” or whoever the latest Mr. Right was. 

Greg would then comfort her or calm her down and then they would make love.

However she only ever turned up when she knew Amanda would be out.

 

So it was no surprise to Greg on a Saturday morning when Amanda was away at her Mothers that there was a knock at the door.

However at the time he was on the phone to his boss so he opened the door and as expected it was Eleanor, it was obvious that she had been crying, she walked in and gave him a look and bustled through to the lounge.

He was on the phone for about 40 minutes and when he’d finished he went into the lounge to find her face down on the sofa asleep.

Greg imagined she had probably been crying half the night and when she reached his house and found him on the phone she had thrown herself on the sofa and cried herself to sleep again.

He knew by the sound of her breathing that she was deeply asleep, they had slept together enough times for him to recognize the sound.

He also knew that she slept like the dead.

“Lovely” he said as he admired the small figure of the girl he loved draped on the sofa.

 

Greg knelt on the floor beside her and pushed her straw coloured hair aside and kissed her neck and when he got no response he smiled to himself.

“I’ll just have to wake you up another way” he said

Because Ellie had just fallen asleep were she came to rest on the sofa, she was laying with all her weight on one side, but because she slept so soundly and because she was so tiny it didn’t take too much effort on Greg’s part to get her on her side facing him so he could see her serene face while he held and stroked her hand which he was periodically kissing, but what he wanted to do was kiss her lips, but this was problematic after her mouth fell open and she started dribbling, so he smiled at her lovingly and kissed her cheek instead.

After about five minutes she began to waken while he held her hand and when her eyes opened she smiled.

“I was dreaming about you touching me” she said and wiped her mouth on the cushion

“I thought you’d never wake you” he said and leant in and took the kiss he had wanted

“Come to bed”

“Oh Greg” she purred “You always know how to cheer me up” 

I FEEL SUCH A LOVE

 

I feel such a love

Pulsating through my lonely heart

Rippling through my soul

WHEN YOU SIT NEXT TO ME

 

When you sit next to me

The skies seem to brighten

I feel sunlight on my skin

And all my senses heighten

Just being in such close proximity

Makes my old heart lighten

Just imagine if you only knew me

Then I’d be as invisible as a titan

UNITY

 

Being together

Without words,

Thoughts transcend

The empty silence

To find balance

In perfect union,

A comfortable congress

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (60) Molly’s Secret Santa

 

In 1986, sisters Kay and Molly Webb’s parents were still living at Lakeside Villa on the southern side of the idyllic Teardrop Lake, although the girls spent most of their time in Abbottsford because both girls were nurses at the Winston Churchill Hospital.

Molly was the older of the two by three years and twenty year old Kay was still only a student.

 

Molly Webb was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she was drop dead gorgeous, they also knew all too well that she was aware of the fact and used it to her advantage.

Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off boyfriend Patrick O’Neill.

When they first met, Pat thought he had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.

The other difference between them was that Patrick was monogamous, a one woman man, he had always been that way, he had never strayed, he had never even been interested in a another woman while he was in a relationship, and he was straight, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, and she loved men and women in equal measure.

But even with Molly’s wandering eye her and Patrick always seemed to end up back together, he for the love and Molly for the lust.

One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Pauline Barker who was a renowned philanderer who had a big house in the village of Shallowfield, a mile or so from Teardrop Lake.

It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Pauline put it about every bit as much as Molly did and played the field for both teams.

 

Molly’s parents were going to Tipton for a friend’s wedding so she suggested to Patrick that a weekend away from Abbottsford would be a nice change of scenery which could only help their relationship, but that wasn’t all that Molly had in mind for herself.

She proposed a surprise visit to her parent’s house on the pretence of using it as a base for a weekend on the Lake, Patrick however saw through this ruse immediately and refused to go.

“You only want to go so you can sneak off at some time over the weekend to have unnatural relations with Pauline” he said

“That’s not the reason at all babe” Molly said, “The thought never crossed my mind, honestly”

A long protracted argument ensued and ended with Patrick saying

“You have to promise you won’t have sex with Pauline, or I’m not coming”

“Ok I promise” she lied

“Cross you heart” Pat insisted

“What?” Molly said “how old are you?”

“Just do it” he said

“Alright” she said and made the gesture “Cross my heart”

 

On the journey down from Abbottsford, Molly was in reflective mood as she mulled over in her mind the various scenarios that might lead to her getting what she wanted from her kissing cousin without Patrick finding out, and those reflections made her tingle as she saw the sign for Shallowfield.

Shallowfield lay on the southern edge of the Finchbottom Vale and Shallowfield’s fortunes had always relied largely upon forestry and agriculture for its survival.

In the post war years with rationing and a shortage of work a lot of people moved away, to Abbottsford, Abbeyvale and beyond and it only barely survived.

And the community around Teardrop Lake fared even worse.

Only a few of the houses around the Lake were thriving, a lot of the houses had been rented out and those that hadn’t were in a poor state of repair, some too such an extent they were little more than ruins.

But by the 70s things were beginning to change, thanks mainly to tourism and an increase in leisure time.

More importantly these people had money in their pockets.

This trend was reflected by the fact that the derelict Shallowfield Lodge, which had been inherited by a young couple from Lincolnshire, Rob and Sheryl Brown, was turned into a hotel.

Its completion formerly marked the rebirth of Teardrop Lake and by extension Shallowfield.

 

They drove through Shallowfield and turned into the lane that passed the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel and crossed the River Brooke as it flowed from the head of the lake and on towards Shallowfield, Mornington and beyond, and then the Lake was suddenly in front of them.

 

The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forest.

It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.

But he thought it was simply beautiful and it had remained relatively un-spoilt which was what made it so special.

The lake was surrounded by a perimeter road which gave access to the 12 significant dwellings that surrounded the lake.

The Webb’s lived at Lakeside Villa on the southern side of the lake.

 

What neither of them realised as they drove around the perimeter road was that the weekend was going to be life changing, because it marked the time that Patrick was to draw a line under the toxic relationship that he endured with Molly and by the end of the weekend he had fallen in love with her sister Kay.

 

The next time he went to the Lake it was to see Kay and he knocked on the door and waited for a few minutes before the door was opened by a beaming Kay.

“I was hoping you’d come” she said excitedly

“You were?” he asked in amazement

“Oh yes” she replied “I’ve made us a picnic”

 

And that was that and from that moment on they were a couple and were married the following year, they lived together in Abbottsford but spent as much time as they possibly could by the lake and eventually they lived fulltime in Lakeside Villa where they raised three boys.

Her parents welcomed Patrick into the family with open arms although Molly never spoke to either of them again.

 

After Molly Webb was dumped by her on/off boyfriend she took solace in the arms of her rich cousin Pauline Barker who was a renowned philanderer who had a big house in the village of Shallowfield, a mile or so from Teardrop Lake and they lived together for three years before even Pauline grew tired of her lovers roving eye and wandering hands.

 

Molly continued to work at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford after breaking up with Pauline, because it suited her on many levels.

Because being at a large Hospital she came into contact with a lot of potential partners both male and female.

Like when she was doing a rotation on paediatrics and she met paediatric registrar Polly Jones for the first time

Polly was a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.

But sadly for Molly she was also happily married to an oncologist. 

Although she was resigned to the fact she was not going to get in the lovely doctors knickers Molly made no secret of the fact to Dr Jones that she fancied her and flirted outrageously with her.

 

So when Christmas came around and she drew Polly’s name in the Secret Santa she bought her some really slutty underwear, which although she accepted she would never see Polly in them, just thought of her wearing the slutty scanties turned her on while she was barely halfway through wrapping them.     

 

When the big day came she watched Polly carefully as she took the present from under the tree and carefully opened it at the nurse’s station and then blushed scarlet when she saw the contents.

Molly was so thrilled at the Doctors reaction to the sinful selection that she almost forgot to open her own gift.

 

When Molly finally opened the small Secret Santa present she was more than a little disappointed. 

It was a three day, all-inclusive spa break for one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel, and although it was an expensive gift, far more than she had spent on the lustful lingerie, it wasn’t really her kind of thing at all.

Molly was in no way the rest and relaxation detox kind of girl.

She liked burning the candle at both ends and toxing her socks off or preferably someone else’s.

In fact if it hadn’t been for the fact that her girlfriend Samantha was so miffed about her going off for a weekend without her she would have given the voucher to someone else.

It was perhaps childish and in the realms of cutting off her nose to spite her face but she thought it was worth it just to see the look on Samantha’s sulky face as she left.

 

By the time she arrived at the Spa however she had resolved to make the best of it and try to get her Secret Santa their monies worth and when she was greeted in reception by a very attractive specimen of a man, her spirits rose.

He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking, and she just hoped he wasn’t gay.

 

When she was settled into her room she went on a tour of the facilities to see if she could find something “interesting” to do.

As it was a cold winter day she decided to stay inside and began with refreshments.

Which was when she got the first surprise of the weekend, when she saw, already sitting in the cafeteria wrapped in a pristine white towelling robe, Doctor Polly Jones.

“What kept you?” the smiling Doctor asked and Molly was speechless.

“I didn’t expect to see you here” she said

“I love coming here” Polly said “But I hate coming alone”

“So why me? And not your husband” Molly asked

“This is not his kind of thing at all” she replied “and you’re a good laugh so I thought we’d have fun”

“You could have had fun with a male friend” she said

“No way” she said “I’ve never cheated on Derek with another man”

“You love him?” Molly asked

“Very much so” she replied “What about you and Samantha?”

“What love you mean?”

“Yes, do you love Samantha?” Polly asked

“No, Samantha is just my fall back until something better comes along” she replied

“I see” she said “and what about your sex mad cousin?”

“We’re just sex buddies” she replied and laughed

The conversation moved on then to discuss the range of what was on offer, from fitness classes, the gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure, in the end they settled on a massage followed by a sauna.

 

The massage was wonderful and Molly was feeling very relaxed as she sat in the sauna room.

“I think it’s time for some of that “Fun” I was talking about” Polly said after she joined her in the sauna a few minutes later, and as she locked the door she turned towards Molly, she got her second surprise of the day when she slipped off her robe and stood in front of Molly completely naked.

“I thought you were happily married” Molly said

“I am”

“And you said you’ve never been unfaithful to Derek” Molly pointed out

“I haven’t” Polly replied “Not with a man”

Now Molly wasn’t a shy girl by any stretch of the imagination but even she was a little shocked and surprised by Polly’s boldness, as the doctor gently kissed her open mouth.

And Molly thought to herself

“Someone better has come along”