Duncan picked Anna up from
the Beaumont Manor Hotel in the Range Rover after breakfast and drove her
straight to Roman Water Farm.
After settling her into the
guest room and making her coffee he said
“I need to go off and do some
farmer type stuff for a few hours, but you have free range of the place, and
I’ll be back as soon as I can”
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll
make use of the time making myself desirable” she said and blushed
Anna had high hopes of Duncan
Wilson, and she was hopeful he might fill the hole in her life, and she spent
five hours getting ready for the evening, which involved applying endless
lotions, potions, creams and balms, as well as applying wax, and all the time
she was dressing she was imagining Duncan undressing her.
He was later in the fields
than he intended so when he got back, he was left with less time to get ready
than he intended, which was probably just as well as it left him with less time
to think.
He hadn’t been intimate, with
a woman since his divorce, he had dated once or twice but that was all, and it
had been several years since those.
She had intimated when they
were having dinner that his advances would not be unwelcome, but at fifty-five
he had reached the point where gravity had become his enemy and a mirror had
becomes something to avoid.
Duncan really liked Anna and
he was hopeful that his feelings would be reciprocated, and he was confident he
could leave her satisfied, if he got that far with her he was sure she wouldn’t
regret it but his great fear was that he would leave her disappointed with his
natural appearance, she might have a more refined palette, she was a couple of
years younger, but he really wanted to reach a level of intimacy with the very
attractive divorcée Anna Turnbull.
She slipped on her expensive,
purposely purchased silk undergarments, and completed the look with stockings
and suspenders.
No one had seen her dressed
like that since her husband, nor had anyone seen her naked.
Finally, she got into her
cocktail dress and deemed herself satisfied with the final look; she just hoped
it would suffice for him.
Then she slipped on her
heels, and when she looked at the final result of her efforts in the mirror,
she had no doubts at that moment the Duncan would get her into the bedroom, but
with everything removed she was worried he might not want to go back for seconds.
After
a final squirt of her most expensive perfume, she picked up her handbag and
walked downstairs to meet him.
Neither
of them should have been worried, because they were a match made in heaven.
Duncan
cooked them a wonderful dinner, however they were making love before desert and
slept exceptionally late the next morning.
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