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 when he asked
“Is everything ok?”
She turned around to
reveal her tearstained face and when she saw it was Paul she exclaimed
“Oh it’s you”
And the moment she
said it she was up on her feet and rushing into his arms, but was unable to
speak for several minutes as Paul held her in his arms and she sobbed.
And those tender
moments of consolation lead to them making love in his caravan.
But in the days that followed she avoided him and dodged his calls, so
it wasn’t until 2 weeks after they made love, when he was running an errand in
Shallowfield that he ran into her in the pub car park.
After a brief
conversation they drove up to a secluded part of the Dancing Dean Forest where
they could share a passionate embrace, after which they talked and talked until
it was time for her to go and pick up her girls from school.
The outcome of the
discourse was that she wanted to see him again, but she was a married woman,
however unhappily, so they couldn’t be together in the way they were at the
Whitecliff Hill Caravan Park, not yet anyway.
They also concluded
that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her
some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned
into something else, as they had fallen in love.
Even after they had
bared their souls to each other, Francesca still had doubts, partly because of
the guilt, but mainly because she was 12 years older than him.
Even without the
complication of her doubts they found it difficult to snatch even five minutes
together, so after he saw her go into Stephenson’s Supermarket he followed her
in to the shop in the hope that they might at least be in close proximity to
one another.
Unfortunately every
time he got anywhere near her she was in conversation with someone, so it was
with a feeling of frustration that he made his way to the checkout.
While he was queuing,
Francesca and a friend joined the adjacent queue where he heard her say.
“I am a lady of
leisure this weekend”
“How come?” her friend
asked
“David is away on a
golfing weekend and mum and dad have the girls” Francesca said and although she
was talking to her friend, the statement was very clearly meant for him, so
from that he believed he was expected at her house on Saturday night.
Paul Ingram knew from
the earlier overheard conversation in Stephenson’s Supermarket, between Francesca
Carrington-Webber and her friend, that she was going to be alone in the house
most of the weekend as her husband was away and her parents had taken the
children.
Although she was
talking to a friend, the statement was very definitely meant for him, so he
knew he was expected at the house on Saturday night.
He was later setting
off than he intended as he had trouble shaking off his mates, but eventually he
managed to give them the slip in the pub and went out the back door.
Once outside he headed
towards the Vicarage and then turned down the lane by the church, which led to
the path that crossed the golf course.
From there he
traversed the course until he reached the back of Francesca’s house and he was
pleased to see some of the house lights were still on.
Paul kept to the
shadows and made his way up to the house and tapped on the window.
It took a few minutes,
but then Francesca appeared at the door, already in her nightclothes and when
she saw him she gave him a dazzling smile and opened the door
“I thought you weren’t
coming,” she said
“I couldn’t get away”
he responded while he admired her in her silk nightie.
“Oh that looks nice”
“You are incorrigible”
she said and laughed as she re-tied her dressing gown, and then she took his
hand and pulled him in through the door and closed it behind him, drawing the
curtain and then immediately slithered up against him and kissed his mouth.
“I thought you’d had
second thoughts” she said coyly
“Why would I do that?”
he asked
“Why do you think?”
she added and he looked blankly at her
“Because I’m 12 years
older than you”
“That doesn’t matter
to me” he said
“It should do”
Francesca retorted “I’m 41 next birthday, and you’re only 28”
“I don’t care about that”
he assure her “Age is just a number”
“It isn’t though is
it?” she insisted “it matters”
“No, the only thing
that matters is that I love you” Paul said and Francesca wrapped her arms
around his neck and kissed him again.
“Would you like a
glass of wine darling?” she asked when she had finished
“Yes please”
“Where would you like
it?” she asked
“Bed I think” he
answered
“You really are
incorrigible” she said and giggled
“Is that a no then?”
“Yes, but I admire
your good choice” she said “but you know I can’t”
“Anywhere would have
been a good choice” he told her “and anywhere would have been special”
“Shut up and come and
sit in the lounge” she ordered so he followed Francesca as she walked along the
hall and into the lounge.
They sat cuddled up on
the sofa and talked late into the night, the converse interspersed with periods
of kissing, and then Francesca let him out the kitchen door and he reversed his
earlier journey with her words of love reverberating in his head.
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