(Part 01)
In 1986, sisters Kay and Molly Webb’s parents were still living at Lakeside Villa on the southern side of the idyllic Teardrop Lake, although the girls spent most of their time in Abbottsford because both girls were nurses at the Winston Churchill Hospital.
Molly was the older of the two by three years and twenty year old Kay was still only a student.
Molly Webb was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she was drop dead gorgeous, they also knew all too well that she was aware of the fact and used it to her advantage.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off boyfriend Patrick O’Neill.
When they first met, Pat thought he had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Patrick was monogamous, a one woman man, he had always been that way, he had never strayed, he had never even been interested in a another woman while he was in a relationship, and he was straight, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, and she loved men and women in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye her and Patrick always seemed to end up back together, he for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Pauline Barker who was a renowned philanderer who had a big house in the village of Shallowfield, a mile or so from Teardrop Lake.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Pauline put it about every bit as much as Molly did and played the field for both teams.
Molly’s parents were going to Tipton for a friend’s wedding so she suggested to Patrick that a weekend away from Abbottsford would be a nice change of scenery which could only help their relationship, but that wasn’t all that Molly had in mind for herself.
She proposed a surprise visit to her parent’s house on the pretence of using it as a base for a weekend on the Lake, Patrick however saw through this ruse immediately and refused to go.
“You only want to go so you can sneak off at some time over the weekend to have unnatural relations with Pauline” he said
“That’s not the reason at all babe” Molly said, “The thought never crossed my mind, honestly”
A long protracted argument ensued and ended with Patrick saying
“You have to promise you won’t have sex with Pauline, or I’m not coming”
“Ok I promise” she lied
“Cross you heart” Pat insisted
“What?” Molly said “how old are you?”
“Just do it” he said
“Alright” she said and made the gesture “Cross my heart”
(Part 02)
On the journey down from Abbottsford, Molly was in reflective mood as she mulled over in her mind the various scenarios that might lead to her getting what she wanted from her kissing cousin without Patrick finding out, and those reflections made her tingle as she saw the sign for Shallowfield.
Shallowfield lay on the southern edge of the Finchbottom Vale and Shallowfield’s fortunes had always relied largely upon forestry and agriculture for its survival.
In the post war years with rationing and a shortage of work a lot of people moved away, to Abbottsford, Abbeyvale and beyond and it only barely survived.
And the community around Teardrop Lake fared even worse.
Only a few of the houses around the Lake were thriving, a lot of the houses had been rented out and those that hadn’t were in a poor state of repair, some too such an extent they were little more than ruins.
But by the 70s things were beginning to change, thanks mainly to tourism and an increase in leisure time.
More importantly these people had money in their pockets.
This trend was reflected by the fact that the derelict Shallowfield Lodge, which had been inherited by a young couple from Lincolnshire, Rob and Sheryl Brown, was turned into a hotel.
Its completion formerly marked the rebirth of Teardrop Lake and by extension Shallowfield.
They drove through Shallowfield and turned into the lane that passed the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel and crossed the River Brooke as it flowed from the head of the lake and on towards Shallowfield, Mornington and beyond, and then the Lake was suddenly in front of them.
The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forest.
It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.
But he thought it was simply beautiful and it had remained relatively un-spoilt which was what made it so special.
The lake was surrounded by a perimeter road which gave access to the 12 significant dwellings that surrounded the lake.
The Webb’s lived at Lakeside Villa on the southern side of the lake.
What neither of them realised as they drove around the perimeter road was that the weekend was going to be life changing, because it marked the time that Patrick was to draw a line under the toxic relationship that he endured with Molly and by the end of the weekend he had fallen in love with her sister Kay.
The next time he went to the Lake it was to see Kay and he knocked on the door and waited for a few minutes before the door was opened by a beaming Kay.
“I was hoping you’d come” she said excitedly
“You were?” he asked in amazement
“Oh yes” she replied “I’ve made us a picnic”
And that was that and from that moment on they were a couple and were married the following year, they lived together in Abbottsford but spent as much time as they possibly could by the lake and eventually they lived fulltime in Lakeside Villa where they raised three boys.
Her parents welcomed Patrick into the family with open arms although Molly never spoke to either of them again.
(Part 03)
After Molly Webb was dumped by her on/off boyfriend she took solace in the arms of her rich cousin Pauline Barker who was a renowned philanderer who had a big house in the village of Shallowfield, a mile or so from Teardrop Lake and they lived together for three years before even Pauline grew tired of her lovers roving eye and wandering hands.
Molly continued to work at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford after breaking up with Pauline, because it suited her on many levels.
Because being at a large Hospital she came into contact with a lot of potential partners both male and female.
Like when she was doing a rotation on paediatrics and she met paediatric registrar Polly Jones for the first time
Polly was a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.
But sadly for Molly she was also happily married to an oncologist.
Although she was resigned to the fact she was not going to get in the lovely doctors knickers Molly made no secret of the fact to Dr Jones that she fancied her and flirted outrageously with her.
So when Christmas came around and she drew Polly’s name in the Secret Santa she bought her some really slutty underwear, which although she accepted she would never see Polly in them, just thought of her wearing the slutty scanties turned her on while she was barely halfway through wrapping them.
When the big day came she watched Polly carefully as she took the present from under the tree and carefully opened it at the nurse’s station and then blushed scarlet when she saw the contents.
Molly was so thrilled at the Doctors reaction to the sinful selection that she almost forgot to open her own gift.
When Molly finally opened the small Secret Santa present she was more than a little disappointed.
It was a three day, all-inclusive spa break for one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel, and although it was an expensive gift, far more than she had spent on the lustful lingerie, it wasn’t really her kind of thing at all.
Molly was in no way the rest and relaxation detox kind of girl.
She liked burning the candle at both ends and toxing her socks off or preferably someone else’s.
In fact if it hadn’t been for the fact that her girlfriend Samantha was so miffed about her going off for a weekend without her she would have given the voucher to someone else.
It was perhaps childish and in the realms of cutting off her nose to spite her face but she thought it was worth it just to see the look on Samantha’s sulky face as she left.
By the time she arrived at the Spa however she had resolved to make the best of it and try to get her Secret Santa their monies worth and when she was greeted in reception by a very attractive specimen of a man, her spirits rose.
He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking, and she just hoped he wasn’t gay.
(Part 04)
When she was settled into her room she went on a tour of the facilities to see if she could find something “interesting” to do.
As it was a cold winter day she decided to stay inside and began with refreshments.
Which was when she got the first surprise of the weekend, when she saw, already sitting in the cafeteria wrapped in a pristine white towelling robe, Doctor Polly Jones.
“What kept you?” the smiling Doctor asked and Molly was speechless.
“I didn’t expect to see you here” she said
“I love coming here” Polly said “But I hate coming alone”
“So why me? And not your husband” Molly asked
“This is not his kind of thing at all” she replied “and you’re a good laugh so I thought we’d have fun”
“You could have had fun with a male friend” she said
“No way” she said “I’ve never cheated on Derek with another man”
“You love him?” Molly asked
“Very much so” she replied “What about you and Samantha?”
“What love you mean?”
“Yes, do you love Samantha?” Polly asked
“No, Samantha is just my fall back until something better comes along” she replied
“I see” she said “and what about your sex mad cousin?”
“We’re just sex buddies” she replied and laughed
The conversation moved on then to discuss the range of what was on offer, from fitness classes, the gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure, in the end they settled on a massage followed by a sauna.
The massage was wonderful and Molly was feeling very relaxed as she sat in the sauna room.
“I think it’s time for some of that “Fun” I was talking about” Polly said after she joined her in the sauna a few minutes later, and as she locked the door she turned towards Molly, she got her second surprise of the day when she slipped off her robe and stood in front of Molly completely naked.
“I thought you were happily married” Molly said
“I am”
“And you said you’ve never been unfaithful to Derek” Molly pointed out
“I haven’t” Polly replied “Not with a man”
Now Molly wasn’t a shy girl by any stretch of the imagination but even she was a little shocked and surprised by Polly’s boldness, as the doctor gently kissed her open mouth.
And Molly thought to herself
“Someone better has come along”
Sunday, 7 May 2017
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (59) A Solicitor’s Allure
It was the first week in June when Neil Kuschel found himself sitting in the reception at Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles, who were the solicitors handling his divorce.
He wasn’t there for anything specific it just happened that he was in Shallowfield for the day.
He had an important lunchtime meeting with a client and a less important Dinner meeting with his soon to be ex-wife, so as he was left with some time to kill, and as he was in the vicinity, he thought he
would sandwich the solicitors in the middle and pop in to make sure they weren’t dragging their heels.
It was often a case of, out of sight out of mind, with solicitors in his experience, although they always remembered you when money was due.
Anyway he sat there for about an hour waiting for Ms. Baxter to become available, whom he presumed to be some Manish ball breaker who enjoyed keeping people waiting.
So when he saw an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, he thought to himself she must be Ms. Baxter’s personal assistant.
“Mr. Kuschel?” She said holding out her hand “sorry to keep you waiting”
He took the offered hand, and she gripped his firmly
“Linda Baxter, so pleased to meet you”
“Like wise, please call me Neil” he replied and she smiled broadly and said
“Would you like to come through then Neil?”
She led the way and he followed on and the receptionist caught him staring at Ms. Baxter’s rather delightful derriere and she frowned at him but he just shrugged and carried on looking at the neat rolling buttocks.
Neil spent a very pleasant hour with the very un-Manish Ms. Baxter who he thought was nothing like the ball breaker he imagined, as they went through the relevant papers and she assured him that everything would be tied up with a bow in the coming few weeks.
However he didn’t take in everything she was saying, due to a combination of the posh plummy tones of her voice, which he found very seductive, always a turn on for him, and the very sexy way she peered over the top of her spectacles, and the fact she was very pleasing on the eye didn’t hurt and besides Neil had always had a soft spot for a posh well-dressed woman.
And she was very attractive, possibly even glamorous, so Linda Baxter was certainly alluring, and it was an allure which attracted his attention, particularly when she leant over the desk or when she was sitting back in her chair and he got to see her magnificent long legs.
But when she walked around the room was when she really got his attention.
When the time came to leave and they shook hands again and it was slow and lingering and he thought how comfortable her soft manicured hand was in his.
Linda smiled as if she could read his mind, he wasn’t sure if she could or not but there was definitely a look in her eyes, and they were looking at him.
“If your wife signs the papers you could drop them in the office, I’m here until 9” she said and he thought that sounded like an invitation.
“I’ll see you later then” he responded
When he left her office he walked past the receptionist who was, according to her lapel badge, Catherine Kimber, for some reason gave him a very disdainful look.
The Dinner with his wife was just as tedious as he thought it would be so he felt no guilt at all about ducking out early, in fact as soon as he had secured her signature, he made his excuses and left.
He returned back to Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles just before 8.30 and the security guard let him in.
“Miss Baxter is expecting you” he said “Do you know the way?”
“Yes I know the way” Neil replied
“Ok I’ll let her know you’re on the way up” the guard said and Neil smiled.
He walked past Catherine Kimber’s empty desk and then he heard her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr. Kuschel”
She said from the shadowy corridor and aided by the exotic heady fragrance that filled the room, the mental pictures of her as she had been earlier filled his head, the tailored skirt, white blouse and black tights, but when she emerged from the shadows she was dressed much less formally.
He gave her a good look over and was pleased and his final appraisal was a favourable one.
“I take it this is an informal meeting” he said
Linda giggled and turned around and headed down a long corridor and he followed her.
“I have the papers” he said
“Excellent” she said “Then perhaps we could go for a drink now”
“What a great idea” he concurred but almost the second he’d finished talking the affair between them had begun and it began with a simple kiss that ended up being something much more complicated for them both.
He wasn’t there for anything specific it just happened that he was in Shallowfield for the day.
He had an important lunchtime meeting with a client and a less important Dinner meeting with his soon to be ex-wife, so as he was left with some time to kill, and as he was in the vicinity, he thought he
would sandwich the solicitors in the middle and pop in to make sure they weren’t dragging their heels.
It was often a case of, out of sight out of mind, with solicitors in his experience, although they always remembered you when money was due.
Anyway he sat there for about an hour waiting for Ms. Baxter to become available, whom he presumed to be some Manish ball breaker who enjoyed keeping people waiting.
So when he saw an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, he thought to himself she must be Ms. Baxter’s personal assistant.
“Mr. Kuschel?” She said holding out her hand “sorry to keep you waiting”
He took the offered hand, and she gripped his firmly
“Linda Baxter, so pleased to meet you”
“Like wise, please call me Neil” he replied and she smiled broadly and said
“Would you like to come through then Neil?”
She led the way and he followed on and the receptionist caught him staring at Ms. Baxter’s rather delightful derriere and she frowned at him but he just shrugged and carried on looking at the neat rolling buttocks.
Neil spent a very pleasant hour with the very un-Manish Ms. Baxter who he thought was nothing like the ball breaker he imagined, as they went through the relevant papers and she assured him that everything would be tied up with a bow in the coming few weeks.
However he didn’t take in everything she was saying, due to a combination of the posh plummy tones of her voice, which he found very seductive, always a turn on for him, and the very sexy way she peered over the top of her spectacles, and the fact she was very pleasing on the eye didn’t hurt and besides Neil had always had a soft spot for a posh well-dressed woman.
And she was very attractive, possibly even glamorous, so Linda Baxter was certainly alluring, and it was an allure which attracted his attention, particularly when she leant over the desk or when she was sitting back in her chair and he got to see her magnificent long legs.
But when she walked around the room was when she really got his attention.
When the time came to leave and they shook hands again and it was slow and lingering and he thought how comfortable her soft manicured hand was in his.
Linda smiled as if she could read his mind, he wasn’t sure if she could or not but there was definitely a look in her eyes, and they were looking at him.
“If your wife signs the papers you could drop them in the office, I’m here until 9” she said and he thought that sounded like an invitation.
“I’ll see you later then” he responded
When he left her office he walked past the receptionist who was, according to her lapel badge, Catherine Kimber, for some reason gave him a very disdainful look.
The Dinner with his wife was just as tedious as he thought it would be so he felt no guilt at all about ducking out early, in fact as soon as he had secured her signature, he made his excuses and left.
He returned back to Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles just before 8.30 and the security guard let him in.
“Miss Baxter is expecting you” he said “Do you know the way?”
“Yes I know the way” Neil replied
“Ok I’ll let her know you’re on the way up” the guard said and Neil smiled.
He walked past Catherine Kimber’s empty desk and then he heard her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr. Kuschel”
She said from the shadowy corridor and aided by the exotic heady fragrance that filled the room, the mental pictures of her as she had been earlier filled his head, the tailored skirt, white blouse and black tights, but when she emerged from the shadows she was dressed much less formally.
He gave her a good look over and was pleased and his final appraisal was a favourable one.
“I take it this is an informal meeting” he said
Linda giggled and turned around and headed down a long corridor and he followed her.
“I have the papers” he said
“Excellent” she said “Then perhaps we could go for a drink now”
“What a great idea” he concurred but almost the second he’d finished talking the affair between them had begun and it began with a simple kiss that ended up being something much more complicated for them both.
Saturday, 6 May 2017
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (58) Room Service
(Part 01)
James Ruddock was a 25 year old singleton and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake.
The view of the lake from the Hotel was spectacular.
The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.
It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.
It was beautiful and relatively unspoilt which was the reason he chose it.
A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale and the Dancingdean Forest in particular.
Teardrop Lake and the surrounding woodland was privately owned and divided into twelve parcels of land, each with one significant dwelling on it, although there were a number of cottages dotted around as well, some in use and some not.
It was both idyllic and peaceful, there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.
James was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.
He would have preferred not to be such a loaner but unfortunately he was a bit socially awkward, but the main reason he was alone was because he was shy and preferred to go unnoticed which is difficult to do when you’re 6ft 4 with flaming red hair.
On his fifth day by the lake he was up bright and early and headed up into the woods around the Lake and was heading for lover leap.
It was a rocky promontory which was a location that had been recommended to him.
Anna at the Hotel had given him a number of popular birding sites and after he had spent a couple of hours up at Lovers Leap including the small clearing where a Green Woodpecker had been sited.
But what he found waiting for him in the clearing, sitting on a blanket was Anna herself.
He moved a little closer and was about to ask her to direct him back to the path to civilization when she stood up and took off her dress to reveal a yellow bikini.
“Oh my” he said to himself as he studied a most interesting scene.
“This is much better than a Green Woodpecker” he said to himself “Much better”
It wasn’t the usual type of bird he was spotting for but it was a rare sighting indeed.
It was his habit to write down his more exotic sighting in his little book and he had nothing in his book to equal Anna.
Looking beyond the figure of Anna he could see there was a well-defined path which he thought if he followed would lead him back to Shallowfield as he was ready for his lunch.
It had been a very pleasant diversion from birdwatching but he wasn’t comfortable to spy on her further.
Anna was a year or two younger than James straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
However he still had the problem of getting back to Shallowfield without crossing the clearing or being seen by Anna and it was as he was pondering this problem that Anna turned around and looked directly at him and smiled, and then she gestured him to join her.
“I’m so sorry” he said as he approached “I didn’t mean to look”
“That’s alright you were meant to” she retorted
“Wwhat?” he stammered
“I’ve been trying to get your attention all week” she said and slithered up to him and embraced him and when the kiss was over she said
“Now don’t you think that’s better than bird watching?”
“Oh yes definitely” he replied and leant in for another helping and thought.
“This is definitely going in the book”
(Part 02)
After Anna had successfully lured James to the clearing in the Dancingdean Forest and they shared an extended period of kissing Anna suddenly broke away when her phone alarm went off and she said
“Sorry I have to dash”
“What? Now?”
“I’m afraid so or I’m going to be late for work” Anna explained as she slipped her dress back on.
“Can I walk back with you?” he asked
“You better had” she retorted “but no kissing and cuddling at the Hotel, canoodling with the guests isn’t allowed”
So when they got back they just said goodbye and he didn’t see her anymore that day.
The next morning he wasn’t up very early because he had been laying in his bed thinking about the meeting with Anna on the previous day in the Dancingdean Forest and more importantly trying to figure out when he would get to kiss her again.
And it was with those thoughts about kissing the girl in the yellow bikini that he decided he would take a shower and then go in search of her.
However just as he got midway between the bed and the bathroom the maid, receptionist, waitress and all round dogs body Anna Hunt suddenly appeared at the door.
“I’m sor…” she began as she realized the room wasn’t vacant but stopped and stared at him as he stood in front of her in his boxers.
And there they stood for an indeterminate time, Anna fully dressed and James in his pants.
“I thought you’d gone already” she explained whilst still staring at him.
“I slept in” he said strangely feeling no embarrassment under her gaze and in fact the opposite was true and he found it rather exciting and when she stepped inside the room and closed the door the excitement grew.
Anna walked slowly yet purposefully towards him and she flicked her eyes up and made the briefest contact with his, enough to cause her to blush but not enough to prevent her from returning her gaze immediately to his semi naked body.
Then she continued walking towards him and wrapped herself around him and kissed his chest and worked upwards until she found his mouth, which he didn’t resist but stopped after a few moments.
“No don’t stop” Anna said
“But I thought there wasn’t supposed to be any kissing and cuddling at the Hotel” he pointed out, evading her lips
“Shut up and kiss me” she demanded
“Canoodling with the guests isn’t allowed” he reiterated “you told me that”
“I’m not canoodling with a guest, I’m snogging my boyfriend” she said
“Oh well if you put it that way then pucker up” he said and kissed her
James Ruddock was a 25 year old singleton and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake.
The view of the lake from the Hotel was spectacular.
The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.
It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.
It was beautiful and relatively unspoilt which was the reason he chose it.
A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale and the Dancingdean Forest in particular.
Teardrop Lake and the surrounding woodland was privately owned and divided into twelve parcels of land, each with one significant dwelling on it, although there were a number of cottages dotted around as well, some in use and some not.
It was both idyllic and peaceful, there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.
James was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.
He would have preferred not to be such a loaner but unfortunately he was a bit socially awkward, but the main reason he was alone was because he was shy and preferred to go unnoticed which is difficult to do when you’re 6ft 4 with flaming red hair.
On his fifth day by the lake he was up bright and early and headed up into the woods around the Lake and was heading for lover leap.
It was a rocky promontory which was a location that had been recommended to him.
Anna at the Hotel had given him a number of popular birding sites and after he had spent a couple of hours up at Lovers Leap including the small clearing where a Green Woodpecker had been sited.
But what he found waiting for him in the clearing, sitting on a blanket was Anna herself.
He moved a little closer and was about to ask her to direct him back to the path to civilization when she stood up and took off her dress to reveal a yellow bikini.
“Oh my” he said to himself as he studied a most interesting scene.
“This is much better than a Green Woodpecker” he said to himself “Much better”
It wasn’t the usual type of bird he was spotting for but it was a rare sighting indeed.
It was his habit to write down his more exotic sighting in his little book and he had nothing in his book to equal Anna.
Looking beyond the figure of Anna he could see there was a well-defined path which he thought if he followed would lead him back to Shallowfield as he was ready for his lunch.
It had been a very pleasant diversion from birdwatching but he wasn’t comfortable to spy on her further.
Anna was a year or two younger than James straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
However he still had the problem of getting back to Shallowfield without crossing the clearing or being seen by Anna and it was as he was pondering this problem that Anna turned around and looked directly at him and smiled, and then she gestured him to join her.
“I’m so sorry” he said as he approached “I didn’t mean to look”
“That’s alright you were meant to” she retorted
“Wwhat?” he stammered
“I’ve been trying to get your attention all week” she said and slithered up to him and embraced him and when the kiss was over she said
“Now don’t you think that’s better than bird watching?”
“Oh yes definitely” he replied and leant in for another helping and thought.
“This is definitely going in the book”
(Part 02)
After Anna had successfully lured James to the clearing in the Dancingdean Forest and they shared an extended period of kissing Anna suddenly broke away when her phone alarm went off and she said
“Sorry I have to dash”
“What? Now?”
“I’m afraid so or I’m going to be late for work” Anna explained as she slipped her dress back on.
“Can I walk back with you?” he asked
“You better had” she retorted “but no kissing and cuddling at the Hotel, canoodling with the guests isn’t allowed”
So when they got back they just said goodbye and he didn’t see her anymore that day.
The next morning he wasn’t up very early because he had been laying in his bed thinking about the meeting with Anna on the previous day in the Dancingdean Forest and more importantly trying to figure out when he would get to kiss her again.
And it was with those thoughts about kissing the girl in the yellow bikini that he decided he would take a shower and then go in search of her.
However just as he got midway between the bed and the bathroom the maid, receptionist, waitress and all round dogs body Anna Hunt suddenly appeared at the door.
“I’m sor…” she began as she realized the room wasn’t vacant but stopped and stared at him as he stood in front of her in his boxers.
And there they stood for an indeterminate time, Anna fully dressed and James in his pants.
“I thought you’d gone already” she explained whilst still staring at him.
“I slept in” he said strangely feeling no embarrassment under her gaze and in fact the opposite was true and he found it rather exciting and when she stepped inside the room and closed the door the excitement grew.
Anna walked slowly yet purposefully towards him and she flicked her eyes up and made the briefest contact with his, enough to cause her to blush but not enough to prevent her from returning her gaze immediately to his semi naked body.
Then she continued walking towards him and wrapped herself around him and kissed his chest and worked upwards until she found his mouth, which he didn’t resist but stopped after a few moments.
“No don’t stop” Anna said
“But I thought there wasn’t supposed to be any kissing and cuddling at the Hotel” he pointed out, evading her lips
“Shut up and kiss me” she demanded
“Canoodling with the guests isn’t allowed” he reiterated “you told me that”
“I’m not canoodling with a guest, I’m snogging my boyfriend” she said
“Oh well if you put it that way then pucker up” he said and kissed her
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (57) Birthday Girl
Lizet Joubert and Andrea Lupo lived together in a two bedroom flat above a parade of shops in Shallowfield and apart from the fact they were both 30 years old and female they had absolutely nothing in common at all.
Lizet was French and was a doctor at the Dancingdean Health Centre in the village and Andrea was Italian and was a hairdresser at Mazzone’s in the parade of shops she lived above.
Apart from their different careers they also liked different food, listened to different music and wore different clothes.
The flat was owned by Mazzone’s and Andrea and another girl from the shop, Isabella, split the rent but when Izzy got married it left Andrea in a hole, so she put an advert in the Chronicle and Lizet was the only applicant and apart from the fact they were complete opposites they had lived together for 18 months and it had worked out perfectly well.
Lizet was tall and slender with brown hair and dark eyes and she made Andrea cross because she didn’t make the best of what she had, she didn’t go overboard with makeup and wore clothes that she was comfortable in rather than what made her look good.
Andrea had far less to work with, she was shorter, plainer and chubbier than her flatmate with mousy hair and a big nose but she
always looked immaculate, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by Lizet.
Not that Andrea was aware of that fact until the day after her birthday.
On Andrea’s birthday Lizet had been on a 48 hours stint at the health centre, due to a flu epidemic that had depleted the staff numbers and had been out after work for a few well-earned drinks and as a result she had come home much the worse for drink.
Andrea was in the bath when she returned and when she came out she was wearing a towelling bathrobe and a towel turban on her head.
On seeing her flatmate all freshly scrubbed and pink Lizet immediately rushed towards her.
“Joyeux anniversaire mon cher” she said and threw her arms around Andrea exaggeratedly and hugged her
“Thanks Lizet” she replied and hugged her back
Lizet however didn’t release her grip on the little mousy Italian girl and in addition began nuzzling her neck.
Andrea felt a little awkward but didn’t really understand what she was doing, that is until she started chewing her earlobe.
“I don’t...” she began but in response Lizet’s lips were over hers and her tongue immediately explored her flat mate’s mouth.
Andrea was shocked as she had never been kissed by a girl before and she certainly didn’t expect it from Lizet and as far as she was aware she had given her no encouragement or indication that she was that way inclined, which she wasn’t.
But despite all of that Andrea still found her tongue was exploring Lizet’s mouth with equal enthusiasm, and encouraged by her response Lizet untied the belt on Andrea’s robe and her mind was in a turmoil, She wanted to stop but she couldn’t, all of her life sex had always left her cold, and unmoved with no heat or passion but after Lizet had delivered Sappho’s kiss she was on fire.
She had always put down her indifference to the act, to a low sex drive but as she and her flat mate embraced she wondered if in reality if she could have been driving in the wrong direction all those years, was it conceivable that the secret of her sexuality was finally unlocked.
It was the first time she had felt such a kiss, the first time she’d felt that way in response to a kiss, but it had never occurred to her that she might be gay.
“Nonsense” she said in her head “I like George Clooney”
Yet her tongue still busied itself inside Lizet’s mouth as her flatmates hands were inside Andrea’s robe and then those hands fondled her breasts and all thought of protestations were dispelled from her mind and she emitted a moan akin to a purr and she finally knew her true self.
Lizet was French and was a doctor at the Dancingdean Health Centre in the village and Andrea was Italian and was a hairdresser at Mazzone’s in the parade of shops she lived above.
Apart from their different careers they also liked different food, listened to different music and wore different clothes.
The flat was owned by Mazzone’s and Andrea and another girl from the shop, Isabella, split the rent but when Izzy got married it left Andrea in a hole, so she put an advert in the Chronicle and Lizet was the only applicant and apart from the fact they were complete opposites they had lived together for 18 months and it had worked out perfectly well.
Lizet was tall and slender with brown hair and dark eyes and she made Andrea cross because she didn’t make the best of what she had, she didn’t go overboard with makeup and wore clothes that she was comfortable in rather than what made her look good.
Andrea had far less to work with, she was shorter, plainer and chubbier than her flatmate with mousy hair and a big nose but she
always looked immaculate, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by Lizet.
Not that Andrea was aware of that fact until the day after her birthday.
On Andrea’s birthday Lizet had been on a 48 hours stint at the health centre, due to a flu epidemic that had depleted the staff numbers and had been out after work for a few well-earned drinks and as a result she had come home much the worse for drink.
Andrea was in the bath when she returned and when she came out she was wearing a towelling bathrobe and a towel turban on her head.
On seeing her flatmate all freshly scrubbed and pink Lizet immediately rushed towards her.
“Joyeux anniversaire mon cher” she said and threw her arms around Andrea exaggeratedly and hugged her
“Thanks Lizet” she replied and hugged her back
Lizet however didn’t release her grip on the little mousy Italian girl and in addition began nuzzling her neck.
Andrea felt a little awkward but didn’t really understand what she was doing, that is until she started chewing her earlobe.
“I don’t...” she began but in response Lizet’s lips were over hers and her tongue immediately explored her flat mate’s mouth.
Andrea was shocked as she had never been kissed by a girl before and she certainly didn’t expect it from Lizet and as far as she was aware she had given her no encouragement or indication that she was that way inclined, which she wasn’t.
But despite all of that Andrea still found her tongue was exploring Lizet’s mouth with equal enthusiasm, and encouraged by her response Lizet untied the belt on Andrea’s robe and her mind was in a turmoil, She wanted to stop but she couldn’t, all of her life sex had always left her cold, and unmoved with no heat or passion but after Lizet had delivered Sappho’s kiss she was on fire.
She had always put down her indifference to the act, to a low sex drive but as she and her flat mate embraced she wondered if in reality if she could have been driving in the wrong direction all those years, was it conceivable that the secret of her sexuality was finally unlocked.
It was the first time she had felt such a kiss, the first time she’d felt that way in response to a kiss, but it had never occurred to her that she might be gay.
“Nonsense” she said in her head “I like George Clooney”
Yet her tongue still busied itself inside Lizet’s mouth as her flatmates hands were inside Andrea’s robe and then those hands fondled her breasts and all thought of protestations were dispelled from her mind and she emitted a moan akin to a purr and she finally knew her true self.
Friday, 5 May 2017
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (55) Women of a Certain Age
It was just after the Sunday morning service had ended at St Jude’s in Shallowfield when Paul Pini spotted her and thought for a woman of her age she had a particularly nice figure.
The woman in question had just come down the steps from the Church and had stopped briefly to converse with friends and by that time he was sitting at a table outside Addison’s Café just opposite the church entrance.
He was not a Christian himself but he was often sat outside the Church on a Sunday morning when Church emptied of all the Christian ladies, having been for his usual morning constitutional around Teardrop Lake.
Which on the face of it sounds very wrong, but in his defence he sits there enjoying a coffee before continuing his walk home to have his lunch, alone.
But he would have to admit that he did get a kick out of ogling all the Christian women in their Sunday best.
The one particular woman that caught his eye he knew slightly, her name was Emily Pitcher and they were both members of the same Golf club, Forest Ridge in the village of Forestdean.
She was a very wealthy woman by all accounts, which was self-evident by the way she was dressed, though her financial status was of secondary concern to him when he looked at her.
Everything Emily wore was real quality and she was always immaculately turned out.
So he was quite surprised on that day to see her standing chatting on the concourse wearing of all things, leggings, expensive, good quality leggings, but leggings nonetheless.
His surprise quickly abated however as he looked at the exquisite fit of the leggings and he was thinking very unchristian thoughts to himself concerning the great structure and form of her expensively clad quality shaped bum.
And when she shifted her body weight from one leg to the other she turned slightly towards him, just as a beam of sunlight fell upon her, or at least on the part of her he was looking at, as the shaft of light illuminated her hind quarters in the exquisitely fitted leggings.
It was at that point he decided to chance his arm; so after her conversation was over he got up and went over and intercepted her.
“Emily?” he said
“Oh hello” she replied, “Mr. Pini isn’t it?”
“Please call me Paul,” he said
“Paul” she complied
Once he had her attention they chatted about the Forest Ridge Golf Club and the upcoming ladies day.
“You must be in with a chance of a medal” Paul said “A player of your standard”
“Oh dear me” she said all flustered “I don’t know about that”
And having duly flattered her to the point of blushing he invited her to lunch at the Phoenix restaurant across the road, which she graciously accepted.
He was confident that she would, after all a woman of her age would always be at the very least flattered by the attention of a younger man especially one 9 years younger.
Michael had always been attracted to older women, not too much older five or ten years normally, but in her case he was attracted to her on a whole new level.
But of course by the time he reached his 50s there seemed to be an overabundance of suitably aged candidates, widows mainly, which could have kept him gainfully employed, but his attraction to Emily ran deeper than that.
They enjoyed a very pleasant lunch together, which consisted of three courses, two bottles of wine and an abundance of flirting, at the Phoenix which was a very decent eatery where after consuming liberal amounts of wine he walked her home.
“It was a very nice lunch Paul,” she said as he walked her up the driveway outside her very large house. “Thank you”
“My pleasure” he said, because it really had been a pleasure and then she asked
“Would you like to come in for coffee?”
“I would love to” he replied
After that first Sunday afternoon when they enjoyed coffee together on her patio, Emily and Paul became regular companions, on the Golf course, dining out together, theatre, cinema, walking up at Teardrop Lake, and coffee shops.
But it wasn’t until after he first accompanied her to church that they became a couple.
The woman in question had just come down the steps from the Church and had stopped briefly to converse with friends and by that time he was sitting at a table outside Addison’s Café just opposite the church entrance.
He was not a Christian himself but he was often sat outside the Church on a Sunday morning when Church emptied of all the Christian ladies, having been for his usual morning constitutional around Teardrop Lake.
Which on the face of it sounds very wrong, but in his defence he sits there enjoying a coffee before continuing his walk home to have his lunch, alone.
But he would have to admit that he did get a kick out of ogling all the Christian women in their Sunday best.
The one particular woman that caught his eye he knew slightly, her name was Emily Pitcher and they were both members of the same Golf club, Forest Ridge in the village of Forestdean.
She was a very wealthy woman by all accounts, which was self-evident by the way she was dressed, though her financial status was of secondary concern to him when he looked at her.
Everything Emily wore was real quality and she was always immaculately turned out.
So he was quite surprised on that day to see her standing chatting on the concourse wearing of all things, leggings, expensive, good quality leggings, but leggings nonetheless.
His surprise quickly abated however as he looked at the exquisite fit of the leggings and he was thinking very unchristian thoughts to himself concerning the great structure and form of her expensively clad quality shaped bum.
And when she shifted her body weight from one leg to the other she turned slightly towards him, just as a beam of sunlight fell upon her, or at least on the part of her he was looking at, as the shaft of light illuminated her hind quarters in the exquisitely fitted leggings.
It was at that point he decided to chance his arm; so after her conversation was over he got up and went over and intercepted her.
“Emily?” he said
“Oh hello” she replied, “Mr. Pini isn’t it?”
“Please call me Paul,” he said
“Paul” she complied
Once he had her attention they chatted about the Forest Ridge Golf Club and the upcoming ladies day.
“You must be in with a chance of a medal” Paul said “A player of your standard”
“Oh dear me” she said all flustered “I don’t know about that”
And having duly flattered her to the point of blushing he invited her to lunch at the Phoenix restaurant across the road, which she graciously accepted.
He was confident that she would, after all a woman of her age would always be at the very least flattered by the attention of a younger man especially one 9 years younger.
Michael had always been attracted to older women, not too much older five or ten years normally, but in her case he was attracted to her on a whole new level.
But of course by the time he reached his 50s there seemed to be an overabundance of suitably aged candidates, widows mainly, which could have kept him gainfully employed, but his attraction to Emily ran deeper than that.
They enjoyed a very pleasant lunch together, which consisted of three courses, two bottles of wine and an abundance of flirting, at the Phoenix which was a very decent eatery where after consuming liberal amounts of wine he walked her home.
“It was a very nice lunch Paul,” she said as he walked her up the driveway outside her very large house. “Thank you”
“My pleasure” he said, because it really had been a pleasure and then she asked
“Would you like to come in for coffee?”
“I would love to” he replied
After that first Sunday afternoon when they enjoyed coffee together on her patio, Emily and Paul became regular companions, on the Golf course, dining out together, theatre, cinema, walking up at Teardrop Lake, and coffee shops.
But it wasn’t until after he first accompanied her to church that they became a couple.
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (56) Maiden in Distress Again
(Part 01)
It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road.
It was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George, and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in?” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door, although she already knew the answer before she asked the question, but he wasn’t to know that at the time.
Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful, with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.
As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie, she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late” He replied, and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women, even pretty young women that he had feelings for, and Ellie certainly fitted that bill to a tee.
Not that he could or would have done anything about it, even though his marriage was in its death throws.
He and Amanda were only together for two reasons one was that she was catholic and didn’t believe in divorce and the other one was laziness, it had become easier to maintain the status quo and stay together and live separate lives than to take decisive action to get on with their lives.
Greg was stooped over holding Ellie for some time until her sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated altogether but still she held on to him very tightly and after a few minutes she began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when thoughts of comforting her took on a different meaning.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, and he tasted her soft salty lips, and hot mouth.
Ellie’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free from the waistband of his jeans and when she had succeeded, her trembling hands were on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them making love in the in the spare room.
The reason for her distress was revealed to be that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.
A brief affair followed that first afternoon of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.
Greg wasn’t happy about it because his feelings for her had deepened but what could he do, he had to respect her decision.
(Part 02)
Eleanor had called a halt to their brief affair when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.
Greg wasn’t happy about it because his feelings for her had deepened but what could he do, he had to respect her decision.
But one Saturday morning when Greg was pottering about in the garage he was disturbed by a knock at the door.
Amanda was in Sunderland visiting her grandmother in hospital and wasn’t back until late on Sunday so he was enjoying himself making a mess without being reminded of the fact every thirty seconds.
He wiped his hands as he passed through the kitchen and opened the door and when he did Eleanor Gallaher pushed past him wearing the familiar knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt, and she was muttering something under her breath and started pacing up and down in the kitchen.
“What’s the matter?” he asked
But she just put a hand up in the “talk to the hand” gesture so he said no more and put the kettle on.
Greg made two drinks and picked one up and said as he headed out the door
“I’ll be in the garage when you’re ready to talk”
It was about ten minutes later when she appeared and shuffled silently in.
She had calmed down a lot but Greg didn’t say anything, he would wait for her to speak first, but in the end it was Greg’s action which broke the silence.
Eleanor was bending over a box of books and was looking through them and as she did so his gaze fell on the denim of her dungarees stretched tight around her buttocks.
Greg walked up behind her as she stood up from her perusal and he wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her towards him and Eleanor turned her head towards him and he leant in to kiss her, which she did not try to evade.
“I thought you said your boyfriend wouldn’t like it?” he said as she turned towards him for another kiss.
“He’s not going to get it” she replied and took the kiss that she wanted.
After they made love in the garage and had redressed themselves he went in the house and got a couple of cans of beer from the fridge while Eleanor went to pee and when she appeared he handed her a beer.
“So what made you change your mind?” he asked
“I didn’t really” Eleanor replied “I broke up with Kevin”
“Why?” he asked
“He was playing away” she said bitterly “all the while I was being faithful and not letting you touch me, he was shagging some slutty barmaid”
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely
“I don’t know why you’re sorry” she said, “You got what you wanted”
“So did you” he corrected her
“Yes I did” she replied and blushed
“But I don’t want you to think this was just revenge sex”
“It’s alright I don’t mind” Greg said
“That’s not what I mean” Eleanor said
“I want us to become a regular thing again, I was stupid to push you away”
“I see” he said
“I’m still looking for Mr. Right though” she stated “but I want you as well”
So she stood up and wriggled out of her dungarees and ran to the spare room giggling.
It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road.
It was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George, and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in?” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door, although she already knew the answer before she asked the question, but he wasn’t to know that at the time.
Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful, with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.
As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie, she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late” He replied, and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women, even pretty young women that he had feelings for, and Ellie certainly fitted that bill to a tee.
Not that he could or would have done anything about it, even though his marriage was in its death throws.
He and Amanda were only together for two reasons one was that she was catholic and didn’t believe in divorce and the other one was laziness, it had become easier to maintain the status quo and stay together and live separate lives than to take decisive action to get on with their lives.
Greg was stooped over holding Ellie for some time until her sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated altogether but still she held on to him very tightly and after a few minutes she began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when thoughts of comforting her took on a different meaning.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, and he tasted her soft salty lips, and hot mouth.
Ellie’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free from the waistband of his jeans and when she had succeeded, her trembling hands were on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them making love in the in the spare room.
The reason for her distress was revealed to be that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.
A brief affair followed that first afternoon of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.
Greg wasn’t happy about it because his feelings for her had deepened but what could he do, he had to respect her decision.
(Part 02)
Eleanor had called a halt to their brief affair when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.
Greg wasn’t happy about it because his feelings for her had deepened but what could he do, he had to respect her decision.
But one Saturday morning when Greg was pottering about in the garage he was disturbed by a knock at the door.
Amanda was in Sunderland visiting her grandmother in hospital and wasn’t back until late on Sunday so he was enjoying himself making a mess without being reminded of the fact every thirty seconds.
He wiped his hands as he passed through the kitchen and opened the door and when he did Eleanor Gallaher pushed past him wearing the familiar knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt, and she was muttering something under her breath and started pacing up and down in the kitchen.
“What’s the matter?” he asked
But she just put a hand up in the “talk to the hand” gesture so he said no more and put the kettle on.
Greg made two drinks and picked one up and said as he headed out the door
“I’ll be in the garage when you’re ready to talk”
It was about ten minutes later when she appeared and shuffled silently in.
She had calmed down a lot but Greg didn’t say anything, he would wait for her to speak first, but in the end it was Greg’s action which broke the silence.
Eleanor was bending over a box of books and was looking through them and as she did so his gaze fell on the denim of her dungarees stretched tight around her buttocks.
Greg walked up behind her as she stood up from her perusal and he wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her towards him and Eleanor turned her head towards him and he leant in to kiss her, which she did not try to evade.
“I thought you said your boyfriend wouldn’t like it?” he said as she turned towards him for another kiss.
“He’s not going to get it” she replied and took the kiss that she wanted.
After they made love in the garage and had redressed themselves he went in the house and got a couple of cans of beer from the fridge while Eleanor went to pee and when she appeared he handed her a beer.
“So what made you change your mind?” he asked
“I didn’t really” Eleanor replied “I broke up with Kevin”
“Why?” he asked
“He was playing away” she said bitterly “all the while I was being faithful and not letting you touch me, he was shagging some slutty barmaid”
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely
“I don’t know why you’re sorry” she said, “You got what you wanted”
“So did you” he corrected her
“Yes I did” she replied and blushed
“But I don’t want you to think this was just revenge sex”
“It’s alright I don’t mind” Greg said
“That’s not what I mean” Eleanor said
“I want us to become a regular thing again, I was stupid to push you away”
“I see” he said
“I’m still looking for Mr. Right though” she stated “but I want you as well”
So she stood up and wriggled out of her dungarees and ran to the spare room giggling.
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (54) The Birdspotter
(Part 01)
James Ruddock was a 25 year old singleton and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake.
The view of the lake from the Hotel was spectacular.
The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.
It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.
It was beautiful and relatively unspoilt which was the reason he chose it.
A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale and the Dancingdean Forest in particular.
Teardrop Lake and the surrounding woodland was privately owned and divided into twelve parcels of land, each with one significant dwelling on it, although there were a number of cottages dotted around as well, some in use and some not.
It was both idyllic and peaceful, there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.
James was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.
He would have preferred not to be such a loaner but unfortunately he was a bit socially awkward, but the main reason he was alone was because he was shy and preferred to go unnoticed which is difficult to do when you’re 6ft 4 with flaming red hair.
On his fifth day by the lake he was up bright and early and headed up into the woods around the Lake and was heading for lover leap.
It was a rocky promontory which was a location that had been recommended to him.
Lovers Leap was on a rocky outcrop above the cliffs that were an extension of those that formed part of the northern side of Teardrop Lake and formed the natural border between the Teardrop estate and the Dancingdean Forest proper.
Lovers Leap was so called because it was where desperate and broken hearted lovers would leap to their deaths, although there was no evidence that anyone actually had, but it made a good story.
He was following the directions he received from Anna Hunt at the Hotel and was walking along the northern perimeter road when a girl on horseback rode by, he didn’t know it at the time but he knew her, she was staying at the Lodge.
James couldn’t see the girls face but he thought she looked quite cute, and she was only a tiny little thing sat astride a great chestnut coloured colt as he watched her trot off into the distance.
He eventually reached Lovers Leap where the rocky shelf jutted out above the cliffs and Anna was right, the view was amazing.
But he thought that if he were a desperate and broken hearted lover preparing to leap to his death the view probably wouldn’t influence his decision.
But James did suspect that there had probably been a lot of loving up there over the centuries.
James spent about two hours up on the exposed rocky shelf and then he decided to head off into the cool of the forest.
(Part 02)
James spent about two hours up on the exposed rocky shelf and then he decided to head off into the cool of the forest.
Anna at the Hotel had given him a number of popular birding sites and he was looking for a small clearing where a Green Woodpecker had been sited.
Well it was about an hour into his trek when he realized he was hopelessly lost, blundering about in the woods and he was desperately looking for a landmark.
The woods seemed to be getting thicker and thicker and darker and darker and James was starting to get despondent when he saw a glimmer of light though the trees.
So he headed towards the source of the light, which he hoped would be the small clearing he was looking for.
As he got closer he could see there was someone in the clearing already, sitting on a blanket.
So he took out his binoculars to get a closer look and he saw it was Anna from the Hotel.
He moved a little closer and was about to ask her to direct him back to the path to civilization when she stood up and took off her dress to reveal a yellow bikini.
“Oh my” he said to himself as he studied a most interesting scene.
“This is much better than a Green Woodpecker” he said to himself “Much better”
Anna was a year or two younger than James straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
It wasn’t the usual type of bird he was spotting for but it was a rare sighting indeed.
It was his habit to write down his more exotic sighting in his little book and he had nothing in his book to equal Anna.
Looking beyond the figure of Anna he could see there was a well-defined path which he thought if he followed would lead him back to Shallowfield as he was ready for his lunch.
It had been a very pleasant diversion from birdwatching but he wasn’t comfortable to spy on her further.
However he still had the problem of getting back to Shallowfield without crossing the clearing or being seen by Anna and it was as he was pondering this problem that Anna turned around and looked directly at him and smiled, and then she gestured him to join her.
“I’m so sorry” he said as he approached “I didn’t mean to look”
“That’s alright you were meant to” she retorted
“Wwhat?” he stammered
“I’ve been trying to get your attention all week” she said and slithered up to him and embraced him and when the kiss was over she said
“Now don’t you think that’s better than bird watching?”
“Oh yes definitely” he replied and leant in for another helping and thought.
“This is definitely going in the book”
James Ruddock was a 25 year old singleton and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake.
The view of the lake from the Hotel was spectacular.
The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.
It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.
It was beautiful and relatively unspoilt which was the reason he chose it.
A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale and the Dancingdean Forest in particular.
Teardrop Lake and the surrounding woodland was privately owned and divided into twelve parcels of land, each with one significant dwelling on it, although there were a number of cottages dotted around as well, some in use and some not.
It was both idyllic and peaceful, there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.
James was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.
He would have preferred not to be such a loaner but unfortunately he was a bit socially awkward, but the main reason he was alone was because he was shy and preferred to go unnoticed which is difficult to do when you’re 6ft 4 with flaming red hair.
On his fifth day by the lake he was up bright and early and headed up into the woods around the Lake and was heading for lover leap.
It was a rocky promontory which was a location that had been recommended to him.
Lovers Leap was on a rocky outcrop above the cliffs that were an extension of those that formed part of the northern side of Teardrop Lake and formed the natural border between the Teardrop estate and the Dancingdean Forest proper.
Lovers Leap was so called because it was where desperate and broken hearted lovers would leap to their deaths, although there was no evidence that anyone actually had, but it made a good story.
He was following the directions he received from Anna Hunt at the Hotel and was walking along the northern perimeter road when a girl on horseback rode by, he didn’t know it at the time but he knew her, she was staying at the Lodge.
James couldn’t see the girls face but he thought she looked quite cute, and she was only a tiny little thing sat astride a great chestnut coloured colt as he watched her trot off into the distance.
He eventually reached Lovers Leap where the rocky shelf jutted out above the cliffs and Anna was right, the view was amazing.
But he thought that if he were a desperate and broken hearted lover preparing to leap to his death the view probably wouldn’t influence his decision.
But James did suspect that there had probably been a lot of loving up there over the centuries.
James spent about two hours up on the exposed rocky shelf and then he decided to head off into the cool of the forest.
(Part 02)
James spent about two hours up on the exposed rocky shelf and then he decided to head off into the cool of the forest.
Anna at the Hotel had given him a number of popular birding sites and he was looking for a small clearing where a Green Woodpecker had been sited.
Well it was about an hour into his trek when he realized he was hopelessly lost, blundering about in the woods and he was desperately looking for a landmark.
The woods seemed to be getting thicker and thicker and darker and darker and James was starting to get despondent when he saw a glimmer of light though the trees.
So he headed towards the source of the light, which he hoped would be the small clearing he was looking for.
As he got closer he could see there was someone in the clearing already, sitting on a blanket.
So he took out his binoculars to get a closer look and he saw it was Anna from the Hotel.
He moved a little closer and was about to ask her to direct him back to the path to civilization when she stood up and took off her dress to reveal a yellow bikini.
“Oh my” he said to himself as he studied a most interesting scene.
“This is much better than a Green Woodpecker” he said to himself “Much better”
Anna was a year or two younger than James straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
It wasn’t the usual type of bird he was spotting for but it was a rare sighting indeed.
It was his habit to write down his more exotic sighting in his little book and he had nothing in his book to equal Anna.
Looking beyond the figure of Anna he could see there was a well-defined path which he thought if he followed would lead him back to Shallowfield as he was ready for his lunch.
It had been a very pleasant diversion from birdwatching but he wasn’t comfortable to spy on her further.
However he still had the problem of getting back to Shallowfield without crossing the clearing or being seen by Anna and it was as he was pondering this problem that Anna turned around and looked directly at him and smiled, and then she gestured him to join her.
“I’m so sorry” he said as he approached “I didn’t mean to look”
“That’s alright you were meant to” she retorted
“Wwhat?” he stammered
“I’ve been trying to get your attention all week” she said and slithered up to him and embraced him and when the kiss was over she said
“Now don’t you think that’s better than bird watching?”
“Oh yes definitely” he replied and leant in for another helping and thought.
“This is definitely going in the book”
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