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.
On the rare occasions
that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most
of it.
But in the early hours
of one Sunday morning in January he was violently shaken awake.
“You have to go,”
Francesca said urgently
“What? When?” he said
“In about an hour” she
replied, and giggled as she wrapped herself around him.
“So why did you wake
me so early?” he asked
“Why do you think?”
she replied and began nibbling on his ear
“Now this is the kind
of early morning call I like,” he said just before her lips migrated to his.
Francesca had woken
him early in the morning so he could sneak out before the neighbours were up
and about; but she decided to wake him extra early so she could enjoy him again
before he left.
After doing precisely
that she left him in bed on that dark Sunday morning in January while she went
and washed the lust from her gorgeous body.
Paul smiled to himself
and slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom after her.
He could see her well-defined
shape through the glass, and he was already aroused before he opened the door
and joined her in the cubicle.
“And what do you think
you’re doing?” she asked
“I’m just making sure
you don’t miss anything” he replied
“I don’t think
anything will be missed darling” she said and kissed him as her soapy hands
began to caress his torso.
“In fact I think I’m
probably going to get everything”
Afterwards she phoned
her mum and said she was running late as something had come up and after a long
lingering goodbye kiss by the back door he walked home across the golf course
in the half-light with an extra spring in his step.
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