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.
On the night of the
Harvest Festival Fair there was always a dance on the village green in Forest
Dean, in a great marquee, and everyone dressed up.
Paul and Francesca both
attended but discreetly kept their distance, but exchanged glances all night.
He was wearing a suit
and she had on a powder blue dress which made her look stunning and him feel
proud, the moment he laid eyes on her in it.
At the end of the
evening he positioned himself near the exit so he could see when Francesca left
for home.
When she did she left
in a small group and headed in the direction of the Vicarage and he followed at
a safe distance as they went down the lane by the church, half of the group
broke away at that point so he followed the remaining three as they took the
path that crossed the golf course.
Once they had
traversed the course the group split again two of them went left and Francesca
went right and so did Paul after about 30 yards he had caught up with her.
“Hello gorgeous” he
said
“What kept you?” she
said and hugged him
Francesca shivered so
he chivalrously gave her his jacked, which reached down to her knees and she
kissed him gently, just once, then again more passionately.
“I’ve been waiting to
do that all evening” she said with a giggle.
“I’m always happy to
oblige” he said and kissed her eager lips.
Francesca roughly
rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and then held his hand as they walked along
the fairway.
“All evening eh” he
said
“Yes and I was so
desperate to kiss you that it hurt” she admitted
After a few yards they
started along a track which was quite dark even in the moonlight.
“Have you got a torch”
he asked
“I don’t need a torch
I can see fine” she replied
“I’m like a cat” she
added and she made a little clawing gesture with her hand, accompanied by a
growl, then they emerged onto the fairway again but she was headed in entirely
the wrong direction for her house
“Where are we going?”
he asked
“We’re going for a
walk in the moonlight”
Francesca said “very
romantic”
“Yes but where are we
going?” he repeated
“Wait and see” she
answered
They finished up by
the 17th tee which was elevated and commanded a great view of the moon lit
valley below, which to Francesca’s mind was a very romantic spot and entirely
suitable for what she had in mind.
It had been almost three
and a half months since she first met Paul and two months to the date since
they made love in his caravan after the Yacht Club Dinner Dance and the same
period of time since she fell in love with him.
But despite the fact
that she loved him to distraction, and that she thought about him every waking
moment and he filled her dreams every night, she had been unable to say the
words.
He told her all the
time but all she could say in response was “me too”
She sat down on the
bench and he sat next to her and put his arm around her and asked
“So why are we here?”
“Because I have
something to say and I wanted to say it in a very romantic setting” she said
“What is it?” he asked
and then as she was sitting in her lovers arms on a bench bathed in moonlight
Francesca took a deep breath and screamed out under the Harvest moon at the top
of her lungs.
“I LOVE YOU”
Then she turned and
looked at him and he was staring at her with a broad grin on his face.
“I thought you were
never going to say it” he said still staring at her until she suddenly became
self-conscious under his gaze and buried her face in his neck.
“I love you so much”
he said and his mouth sought out hers and they sealed their joint declaration
with a kiss.
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