Downshire
is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a
lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of
Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the
Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the
beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the
Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light
infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in
the north but our story begins slightly further south equidistant between
Nettlefield and the Oxley’s, in the beautiful village of Heathervale.
When Chris
Palmer moved to Nettlefield from Purplemere following a very acrimonious
divorce he had sworn off women for good.
But he was
a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with
a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and was possessed
of piercing blue eyes, so he didn’t go unnoticed.
His reason
for moving to Nettlefield in particular, over all the other places he might
have chosen either in Downshire or beyond, was the Heatherlands District Health
Centre.
It was a
large practise that serviced a large area, covering Nettlefield itself, Oxley
Green, Heathervale, Oxley Ridge and Tipton and Chris had been fortunate enough
to land the job as practice manager and he also found himself a nice little
flat in Nettlefield.
The senior
partner, and Chris’s boss, at the Health Centre was Dr Clarisse Lowe, a tall
statuesque woman who dressed in tweed, with Chestnut hair, a voluptuous figure,
lovely long legs and a generous frontage, who was in her mid-forties and was
just the kind of woman Chris would have fallen for in his previous life.
Clarisse
had been married to Edward Lowe, who had been an eminent surgeon in Downshire,
he had also been twenty years older when he married her and he had two children
from his first marriage, Josie being the oldest.
The
marriage was a happy one but only lasted five years because Edward died
suddenly on the Tipton Twelve Trees Golf course after suffering a heart attack.
She had
been a widow for 10 years when Chris arrived in her life, her widowhood had
left her lonely but also afraid of risking her heart on someone who might end
that loneliness
But apart
from the fact that she had vowed not to risk her broken heart again she also
had instigated a policy at the practise forbidding fraternisation between
members of staff, so even if she were so inclined toward Chris she wouldn’t be
disposed to go against her own edict.
But the
heart wants what the heart wants which was why two people who despite their
reluctance to expose themselves to love again and who were very definitely not
looking for a relationship, let alone love, found it anyway.
As a
bi-product of the loving relationship she began with Chris, Clarisse scrapped
the “No Fraternizing policy” which meant that the surgical gloves were off in
regard to work place relationships which was just what the doctor ordered for a
lot of the staff, but for doctors
Tony Dark and
Denise Guilford it made no difference at all because they had been romantically
involved for two years.
The
scrapping of the relationship ban should have given them the green light to
come out of the closet but the simple truth was that they rather liked the
closet, they enjoyed the sneaking around.
When they were around other people at the health centre they were cold
and aloof, but in private they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, so
whenever an opportunity to enjoy some intimacy presented itself they grabbed it
with both hands.
And from the first moment when Denise made the decision to seduce Tony
it opened up a whole new world of sensual pleasure, dirty, lustful, naked
pleasure.
They both
loved the excitement of sneaking around and it made them very aroused and they
had to indulge themselves wherever they could.
Sometimes
they did it in his house, occasionally in hers, at times they met at hotels and
from time to time they did it at the surgery and even on occasion in her car, but
never in his as it was far too small.
So whenever
an opportunity to enjoy each other’s “company” arose they grabbed it with both
hands.
For example
on the day of an important patient conference call with the surgical team at St
Augusta’s Hospital in Nettlefield.
Tony had been
looking at Denise very lustily all morning, but he had to put his lust aside
for the duration of the shift, as the call with the St Augusts was particularly
important.
The call
was scheduled for 11am in the Video Conference room, and Tony was a few minutes
late, as he had to take a phone call.
When he
arrived he found Denise was already sitting at the table and looking pensive.
“Five
minutes” he said from the doorway and to the staff in the vicinity he added
“Absolutely
no interruptions”
“What about
emergencies?” Mrs Clarke on reception shouted
“No
exceptions” he replied and closed the door and turned the key.
He walked
towards where Denise was sitting with all the relevant documentation in easy
reach of her trembling hands and stood behind her.
“Just relax”
Tony said and put his hands on her shoulders and peered down inside her gaping
blouse.
“You really
need to relax” he added and then without further preamble he plunged his hands
inside her gaping blouse and displaced the cups of her bra with his hands.
“We haven’t
got time for that” she said and pulled his hands out “we only have a few minute”
“We have 45
minutes because Dr Steadman just called to apologize because the conference
call has been delayed until 11.45am” he replied
“Oh” she
murmured and fed his hands back inside her bra
“Good
choice Doctor” he said and bent down and kissed down into her mouth.
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