August
In late August
Warren Gulley arrived at the St Adelaide’s Reflection and Healing Retreat
because three months earlier the bottom fell out of his world when his wife of
fifty years passed away.
He had been
driven there by his eldest son for residential bereavement
counselling, involving inpatient care and a structured therapy program
offering psychological support for his abject grief and the effects on his
mental health.
He chose St
Adelaide’s because it was recommended by someone, he worked with who had been
there, and he spoke very highly of the head of the retreat, Toddy Phelps.
During the “one
to one” sessions he revealed the story of when he was growing up in Purplemere
during the sixties and one of the things he really loved to do was to go
swimming and they were quite well fixed for pools in the area, and he would
swim until the chlorinated water left his eyes red and sore.
But of all the
pools he swam in, the one he loved to swim in most of all, especially during
the summer months, was the Lido known to everyone as the Penny Pool.
It was only
sixpence to get in and for that paltry sum you could stay all day long, which
of course he did, and he would spend as many days of the school holidays there
as he could, playing with friends and watching Mad Jack stunt diving off the
high platform.
When he first
started to go there it was just a joy to spend all the time in the sparkling
water.
As he got
older, he would come to appreciate the many delicacies on which to feast his
eyes upon, delicacies invisible to the eye of the eleven-year-old boy who first
visited the pool.
Whenever he
arrived at the Lido there was always someone there that he knew, so even if he
went on his own, he could quite easily hook up with someone.
Some of them he
knew from school others from where he lived, and some were friends of friends.
Warren always
took an old penny with him in the pool, and they would take turns diving down
to retrieve it or a group of them would play tag, it was basically the same
friends and the same games every visit.
On one
particular day, when he was thirteen he went with a friend called Kenny and his
cousin Steve and after spending about an hour diving for a coin in the deep end
they sat on the side of the pool and watched the leathery-skinned Mad Jack
perform one of his eccentric dives from the high board.
Almost before
the ripples had subsided Kate Lester and her friend Linda ran up behind them
and pushed Warren and Kenny in the pool and a chase ensued resulting in Kate
and Linda being thrown in the 8-foot end and then being thoroughly dunked.
This was the
normal exchange between the four of them and it had been the way of it since
they were 1st years.
This time
however when the four of them played tag it was different.
Warren
eventually caught Kate after a long chase and during the ensuing grapple
something happened that had never happened before during their horseplay, he
got a hard on.
He didn’t know
why; they had played that game hundreds of times before without as much as a
tickle in his trunks.
His first
reaction to the unwelcome intrusion was to let go of Kate and swim away, but
the erection merely faded temporarily and as the game of tag continued it
returned with a vengeance whenever he got in close proximity of Kate and that
afternoon they seemed destined to be in close proximity most of the time.
After the third
attempt at swimming away failed to diminish his woody, he abandoned the tactic.
Afterall
holding onto Kate’s voluptuous form whilst sporting a boner was not an
unpleasant experience and if she didn’t mind then he certainly didn’t.
He realized
later that Kate was well aware of his discomfiture and made sure that she
rubbed up against him at every opportunity.
Their clinches
lasted much longer than normal, and Kate must have been aware of his erection
prodding at her nether regions, but she was clearly not repulsed by it, in fact
it was her more than he who seemed the most reluctant to desist from their
embrace.
And so, like an
eager confused puppy humping a stranger’s leg he had his first ejaculation in
the presence of another human being rubbing up against Kate Lester in the pool.
Happily,
although it was the first time, he was pleased that it was not to be the last
time with Kate, in the pool or out of it.
So, wearing a
rather smug expression Kate stayed close to him the rest of the day and
afterwards he walked her home.
Ten years after that they were married and had a long and happy life together, but now she was gone and he was broken, but with the soothing therapeutic atmosphere created by Toddy and her team the spiritual peace of the Retreat would in time repair him.
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