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 sometimes they had to create
opportunities and sometimes they just happened.
But at other times life conspired to keep them apart, illness, work
commitments, family events and on one occasion it was chicken pox as
Francesca’s children both had them.
Paul had never had the virus so he had to stay away but when the
children were given the all clear he still couldn’t get close to her because
her aunt had pitched up during the illness and stayed for two weeks after the
all clear.
He knew from an earlier overheard conversation in the post office that
the aunt had finally gone home so he decided to pay her a visit but because the
children were in the house, he left it until well after their bedtime.
He wasn’t expecting any action, it had just been so long since he’d
been able to see her and hold her that he just wanted a kiss and a hug.
He took his usual route passed the Vicarage and down the lane by the
church, then he took the path that crossed the golf course from where he
traversed the course until he reached the back of Francesca’s house, and he
could see that the downstairs lights were still on.
Paul kept to the shadows and made his way up to the house and looked
through the window and he could see Francesca was already in her nightclothes
and as he watched her pad around the kitchen he felt the tell-tale feelings of
pride and then he tapped on the window.
She looked up immediately and gave him a broad smile and opened the
door
“What are you doing here?” she said but before he had chance to reply
she was kissing him.
“I wanted to see you” he responded when she came up for air and they
kissed again
“God I’ve missed you” she said and hugged him tightly
“Me too” he agreed
“We can’t do anything though” Francesca said “The children are here”
“That’s ok” he replied “I just came for a hug”
“Good because I’m going to have a bath and go to bed” she said
“Oooh that sounds nice can I join you?”
“For which?” she asked
“Both” he replied hopefully
“I thought you only came for a hug” she asked suspiciously
“I did, but a bath sounds nice” Paul said
“No” she replied
“Oh go on” he begged “we’ve never had a bath together”
“No” she repeated
“Go on you know you want to” he urged
“Well it would be nice” she mused
“It really would” he agreed
“Ok then” She said and then with a wag of her finger she added
“But no funny business”
“I promise” he said and crossed his heart
As they lay stretched out in the bath together, Francesca was lying
back against his chest, she had loosely tied her hair up to keep it out of the
water and he kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her.
It was a very relaxing bath and he was glad he had persuaded her to
share it with him but he was enjoying it a little too much.
“You can stop that right away” she said suddenly
“Stop what?” he asked
“You know very well what” she said “We are no longer alone”
“Ah you noticed” he said
“We can’t be doing that tonight” she said and hugged his arm and then
she stood up and he watched the water running over her glorious contours.
“I know, but it’s a real shame” he said and caressed her buttock.
She got out the bath first and then he followed and they began drying
each other.
He was sitting on the edge of the bath drying her legs but she wrapped
her arms around him and she purred
“We could do it if we’re quiet”
“I thought you said no funny business” he said
“I did” she purred and kissed him “but I love funny business”
“I love you” Paul said
“I love you and funny business” Francesca said and kissed him
“Me too” he agreed
“Stay the night with me?” she asked and he replied with a kiss.
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