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, soon to be
divorced 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 and sometimes one of them
managed to surprise the other but the biggest surprise came on the Halloween
weekend when she arrived at his caravan dressed as a witch and announced that
not only was she divorcing her husband David but that she was staying the night.
But after
that, on the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night
together they always made the most of it, but most of the time they just stole
a few hours here and there.
However in December, for a variety
of reasons, several weeks had passed and they hadn’t been able to grab even a
few minutes together.
In fact the first time he had seen
her in a fortnight was on the day when he had driven over to Abbottsford to do a bit of Christmas shopping, which
was when he bumped into Francesca coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop, Silk and Lace, in the Phoenix Shopping
Centre.
“Hello
darling” she said and air kissed him and then she spotted him looking at the
designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No you
can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t
mind seeing them on you, if you insist” he offered
“You’re
incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a
maybe?” he asked
Unmoved she
shook her head disappointedly.
“The chance
would be a fine thing anyway” she said quietly
“Have you
got time for a coffee?”
“I do” he
replied
They went
into the Espresso Phoenix coffee house, a really nice one, not one of the
chains, and he ordered the drinks as Francesca sat in the corner.
When he
joined her he asked
“How about Saturday?”
“For what?”
she asked innocently
“To show me
your new underwear” he said
“No” she replied
“Why not?”
he asked,
“I have to
go to a dinner party at Mornington Manor”
She replied
“but I don’t really want to go”
He looked
at her with puzzlement and then said
“So don’t go,
and let me spend the night doing all those things to you that fill your imagination
when you’re alone”
That made
her blush scarlet and avert her gaze but after a few moments she looked back at
him and smiled.
“I have to
go, I’m expected” she said but she reached under the table and held his hand
“But I want
what you want”
“I
understand” he said
“It will be
soon though wont it?” she asked earnestly and held his hand tightly under the
table.
“Yes” he
replied
When they left the coffee house they air kissed and went their separate
ways.
Paul was
working all day Saturday, so he wasn’t able to get away to the caravan in
Sharpington, as he normally would, so he was at home in his flat and spent
Saturday night watching a movie and drinking wine but at some point he leant
back against the cushions and promptly fell asleep.
He woke up
just after eleven o’clock, and he only woke up then because he needed a pee, so
he got up and attended to the matter in hand.
When he
finished answering his call of nature he was decidedly peckish so he went to
the kitchen and made himself a snack.
Paul then
returned to his sofa, restarted the movie he had begun watching four hours
earlier and sat eating cheese and biscuits’ as he watched Richard Burton and
Clint Eastwood taking on the Nazis.
At the end
of the film he was still wide-awake so he got up and chose another DVD off the
shelf.
He was
about a quarter of the way through “The Fifth Element” when he detected the tell-tale
clip clop sound of a woman in high heels from outside in the corridor.
He glanced
at the clock and thought it must be his neighbour Elaine arriving home from somewhere
so he returned his attention back to the action.
A moment
later there was a knock on the front door and he checked the clock again before
he got up and walked out into the hall, he guessed that Elaine had locked
herself out and was knocking for the spare key.
So he opened
the door and to his surprise a rather tipsy Francesca almost fell through it.
“Hello Paulie”
she said with a flourish.
Francesca
was immaculately dressed as usual in a full length green halter necked designer
evening dress and a lavish faux fur shrug.
“Wow” he
said, “you look stunning”
“Bless you
darling” she responded
“You had a
nice time then” he said as he helped her into the house.
“I had a
wonderful time” she exclaimed
She
tottered a few steps then kicked off her shoes, which made her a little more
stable on her feet, and then she quickly progressed into the lounge.
All the
while talking nine to the dozen about how marvelous the evening was, who was
there, what they ate, who said what, and to who.
“And plenty
of wine” he asked as she plopped down on the sofa.
“I did,”
she said smiling and giggling
“I’m glad
you had fun” he said
“Me too”
she said coyly
“Good” Paul
said as he sat down next to her
“So what
are you doing here then?”
“Well I saw
your lights were still on from the taxi and I thought I’d come and tell you all
about my evening” she explained.
“Why were
you in a taxi?” he asked, “I thought you went there with the Conway’s”
“I did” Francesca
said
“So why
didn’t you come back with them?” he asked
“They left
early” she said
“Could no
one else give you a lift?” he asked
“David
someone offered” she replied
“So why
didn’t you accept?”
“What kind
of a woman do you think I am? I couldn’t get in a car with a complete stranger”
she said affronted
“You weren’t
that discerning with me” he said
“That’s
different” she said “with you it doesn’t really count because you’re such a
tart”
The statement
caused her to roar with laughter to such an extent that she ended up collapsing
in a heap with her head and shoulders on his lap.
“You’re
my bit of rough” she said and then she disintegrated into laughter again.
“So you
decided not to have David drive you home” he said
“It would
have been cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey
only to dash his hopes” she said
This bought
about another burst of laughter and when she eventually composed herself she
was laying at full stretch on her back looking up at Paul
“Do you
still think I’m gorgeous?” she asked, regally draped before him.
“Quite
gorgeous” he conceded
“Well quite
gorgeous won’t get you a look at the new underwear I bought in Abbottsford the
other day” she said
“I bet it
does,” he said as he slowly moved his right hand, which had been resting on her
chuckling belly, up to caress the roundness of her breast.
“Well
maybe” Francesca murmured as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes and
then he began tickling her and she was giggling so much she could barely
breathe and Francesca wriggled and squirmed beneath his gaze.
But when
she got control, Francesca suddenly sat bolt upright and she squealed
frantically
“Ok, I’ll
let you see my knickers”
And then she
pulled herself up so she was seated on his lap and kissed him, he loved kissing
her, he thought she was such a great kisser, the best in his experience.
The quality
of a kiss is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual
nature, which is dependent on the perspective of the participants.
With
kissing it can be the thickness of the lips, the width of the mouth, the size
of the tongue, the size of the oral cavity and the amount of saliva produced.
For Paul, Francesca
scored highly on every criterion and as she kissed him, he thought he had died
and gone to heaven.
Once they
had finished she stood up and looked at him smugly and then took hold of his
hand and she said.
“Now come
and enjoy my gorgeousness”
Paul got to
his feet and they kissed again and then he said
“Just
one question before your deliciousness distracts me”
“What’s
that darling” she retorted
“How
are we going to get you out of here in the morning dressed like that, without
anyone noticing?” Paul said
“Let’s
cross that bridge when we come to it darling” She purred
“I
just might have to stay here with you all day, until I can leave again under
the cover of darkness”
“That
sounds like a wonderful plan” Paul said and walked her towards the bedroom and took Francesca off to bed and let her take
him to paradise.
Christmas came
early for Paul and Francesca as she did indeed stay with him until after dark
on Sunday afternoon.
She would
have stayed longer but she had to get back for the girls.
Getting her
out of the flat unnoticed was less of a problem than either of them anticipated
as he had a draw full of his sisters clothes in the spare room and they fitted
his lover well enough and as he walked her home across the golf course they
were aided in their stealth by some well-timed freezing fog.
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