(Part 01)
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.
And as a by-product of the loving relationship she scrapped the “No Fraternizing policy” which meant that the surgical gloves were off in regard to work place relationships and for Chris and Clarisse that had far reaching consequences.
(Part 02)
And as a bi-product of the loving relationship between her and 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 35 year old practice nurse, Josie Minter, a skinny blonde girl who was the step daughter of Senior partner Clarisse Lowe.
However although she was given the green light at Easter she couldn’t find anyone she liked sufficiently to surrender her heart to either inside or outside the practise.
Not, that is, until the Christmas party.
The Heatherlands District Health Centre staff Christmas Party was held at The Foothills Hotel in Oxley Ridge.
Senior partner 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.
On his death however he had left her extremely well off so at Christmas Clarisse always laid on transport for those who had to get back for baby sitters after the part or alternatively they could stay overnight at the Hotel.
It was at the Christmas party where Josie finally met a man worthy of her love.
Clarisse was hosting the party and was attending with boyfriend Chris Palmer who had brought along his younger brother Darren to be his plus one.
Darren was five years younger than his brother and he shared his good looks, physique and short sandy hair and possessed the same blue eyes and skinny blonde Practice nurse, Josie Minter, felt for him instantly and him for her.
She really liked him from the first moment she saw him, but she just stood rooted to the spot, just staring at him if she hadn’t liked him so much she wouldn’t have been so mesmerised, but it had been a while since she had fancied anyone, and she was desperately trying to think how to proceed.
Chris smiled as he noticed Josie standing open mouthed then he could see who she was looking at transfixed, so he went to her aid and said
“Come on Josie come and meet my kid brother”
And when the introductions were done Darren asked
“Would you like to dance?”
“Oh yes” she replied
Darren took her hand and led her to the dance floor and they stayed there until just before midnight.
They danced through 10cc, James Blunt, Barbara Streisand, Whitney Houston, Fleetwood Mac and numerous others, but then clumsy Peter Butler fell over his own feet and sprained his ankle and Chris tapped Darren on the shoulder.
“Come on bro” Chris said “Give me a hand”
“Ok” he replied and reluctantly relinquished his hold on Josie and the spell was broken.
And although he returned ten minutes later the pace of the musical offerings had changed and there was no return to the dancing.
(Part 03)
Although Darren returned from his mission of mercy ten minutes after he had to leave her on the dancefloor the pace of the musical offerings had changed and there was no return to the dancing.
However there was quite an extended period of flirty conversation and a rather clumsy form of goodnight kiss and the promise of a future meal or trip to the cinema.
In the weeks that followed Josie dancing at the Christmas party with Darren Palmer she had been able to think of little else, but for all that come New Year’s Eve she still hadn’t heard from him .
As one of the practice nurses at Heatherlands she was kept very busy over the Christmas period but she still had time to think and those thought tended to stray to the night of the Christmas party.
She thought they had hit it off and she really had thought he would have called her sooner rather than later.
At the height of her despondency, or should that be the depth, she spoke to Chris.
She had wanted to ask him after the first couple of days but she had been putting it off and putting it off because she didn’t want to appear desperate, but by Christmas Eve she was desperate, but speaking with Chris soon put her mind at ease.
She knew from her conversation with Darren on the night of the party that he was a medical assistant with the Downshire Light Infantry, but what she didn’t know, and more significantly nor did Darren, was that the next day they had the first of a series of medivac exercises at various locations around the county.
On the morning of New Year’s Eve she watched Clarisse and Chris drive away from the house as they were to drive down to Abbottsford for a party which meant she would be seeing the New Year in on her own.
She wasn’t able to attend a party herself that year as she was working the next day, so she planned a quiet evening and the time hung heavy all day, until just before 7 o’clock when her phone rang.
She picked it up off the table and saw it was an unknown number and pressed answer
“Hello”
“Josie?” a voice asked
“Speaking”
“Hi it’s Darren Palmer”
“Oh hi Darren” she responded and began fiddling with her hair
“I’m sorry I haven’t called sooner but…” he began
“It’s ok Chris explained” she interrupted
“He did? That’s great” he said “well I was wondering if we could get together tonight”
“I would love to” she said “But…”
“But?”
“But I can’t, because I’m working tomorrow”
“So am I, so I wasn’t suggesting any serious partying” he said “but I would like to see you”
An hour later he drove into the village of Heathervale and parked on the drive of Josie’s home.
He knocked firmly on the door and waited and a few moments later the door opened and a grinning face appeared from behind the door.
Thursday, 1 June 2017
Mornington-By-Mere – (70) Cathy’s Tale
(Part 01)
The Maddocks family lived in the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere in the Finchbottom Vale which nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
Which was a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
They lived in one of the Brooke Side Cottages, number 1, in the part of the Village known as Manorside.
Cathy Maddocks was an attractive twenty nine year old widow who lived with her six year old twins, Lily and Iris, and an 18 year old step daughter Gillian.
Cathy’s husband John was much older than she was when they married but he was the love of her life and she was absolutely devastated when he died suddenly.
After the bottom fell out of her world she spent the subsequent two years following his passing in loneliness and celibacy and every night her dreams were filled with images of the man she so desperately loved and vivid pictures of the physical expression of their love which was why she woke up every morning exhausted and in tears.
Most days she would wake early enough to cry her tears and compose herself before she started her day but on one particular morning her 6 year old twins charged into the room and leapt on the bed before she barely got started so she hid her face from her children until she could show them a happy face.
Plan (b) was to cry her tears in the shower while Gillian gave the twins their breakfast, which was all going very well until the water went cold.
“Bollocks” she snapped and turned the water off.
“Perfect bloody timing”
It was so frustrating as the shower had been playing up recently and she had been meaning to ask her brothers best friend Dave Plunkett, who had his own business in Shallowfield, to look at it but she hadnt got around to it and as she stepped out of the shower Cathy really wished that she had.
That only left Plan (c) so Cathy dried herself and returned to her bedroom.
She knelt on the bed with a large white bath sheet wrapped around her and facing her dressing table mirror she put her head in her hands and sobbed her heart out.
Her tears flowed unrestrained when she became aware of voices on the landing and she looked to the door.
“Don’t come in, don’t come in, please don’t come in” she screamed in her head and the danger passed so she shed her tears in peace until she ended in a panting sobbing heap.
Cathy remained doubled over on her bed for a full five minutes after she finished then she raised herself up and wiped her eyes and attended to her makeup before she dressed so she could go about her day.
(Part 02)
Cathy had pledged after her husband’s death that she would never share her heart with a man again and she closed her heart to love for anyone other than the twins and Gillie.
There wasn’t much in the way of extended family and of those that did exist the Maddocks were only in contact with her brother Pete and his wife Clare and for Cathy that was enough.
Although she kept the world at arms length and the family were very happy there were always occasions when she had to let the outside world in.
Such as when the shower went on the fritz and she needed a plumber, so she had to call her brothers best friend David Plunkett.
A call that Dave was only to willing to answer, without a second thought, because Dave had admired Cathy from afar since he was in year seven.
Cathy was in the year above him but his friendship with Pete brought them into the same sphere on a regular basis.
Unfortunately he never managed to stay in her orbit long enough to make an impact but he always lived in hope of being noticed until the day when she married John Maddox and then he thought she was lost to him forever.
When John died suddenly after 7 years he saw a glimmer of hope but he had to sit on his hands while she went through the grieving process, but he didn’t know it would take over two years.
So when he took the call from her for the plumbing job he thought maybe it was finally his time.
When the day came to look at the problem it was something of an anticlimax as he barely even got a glimpse of Cathy, and he only really got to see the step daughter Gillian who he thought was very protective of her stepmum when he asked where she was.
She also hung around him and his apprentice Owen a lot and Dave was almost certain that if Owen chose to make a play for her that he would have been warmly welcomed, but he wasn’t there to play matchmaker.
It was a similar story a month later when there was a leak in the kitchen and he only got to see Gillian so it wasn’t until three months after that when the boiler died that he finally managed to reaquaint himself with Cathy.
It was a day when he was on his own but it was not an altogether happy reunion as he found her colder and more distant than before and she had thawed very little by the time he reached the end of the job.
“Well that’s me done” he said as he packed his tools away
“Is there anything else you need me to do before I head off?”
“Um” she responded and then fell silent again
Dave waited for her to speak again but when she didn’t he said
“Ok, well if you have a problem you have my number”
But as he reached the door she blurted out
“Yes, yes there is”
“Ok” he retorted and returned to the kitchen “what do you need?”
There was a long pause and then without looking at him she quietly said
“I want you to kiss me” Cathy said
“What?” he asked almost certain he had misheard
“I want you to kiss me” she repeated and he plopped down on a chair.
(Part 03)
“I want you to kiss me” Cathy said
“What?” he asked almost certain he had misheard
“I want you to kiss me” she repeated and he plopped down on a chair.
If Dave was surprised by her request then it wasn’t as much as a fraction of the surprise Cathy fely, in fact she was astonished.
Even though she had been wanting to do it ever since his first visit to fix the shower.
Because even though he had not seen her she had watched him through the partly opened bedroom door and from that moment on she had thought of little else but kissing him.
And very very much so on that day, even more than usual, because Gillian had to go to work early so she had to breakfast the children and get them ready for school and she had to let Dave in and with him in the house and needing access to every room she couldn’t hide herself away after she dropped the girls at school.
She had always known that Dave fancied her, she had known it for years and she also knew by the way he looked at her that he still did.
“I’m not sure” he said not beleiving his good fortune.
“Oh please Dave” she entreated “I havent felt the touch of a man lips since John passed and….”
“And?”
“And I know you want to” she said
“Ok” he agreed
They never made eye contact all during the discussion, infact she never looked at him once, but after hearing his acquiescence she sat on his lap with her back towards him.
As soon as her bum hit his lap she turned to face him and leant in for the kiss.
Although Gillie Hopcroft was Cathy’s stepdaughter it was only by virtue of the fact that she had married her stepfather John.
After losing her father when she was four years old, she lost her mother four years after that and then when she was 9 her stepfather John married Cathy, who she fell in love with imediately and nothing that followed over the following 9 years altered that love.
The only thing that came close was when she made a startling discovery.
Cathy thought Gillie was a godsend, she was a great help with the twins who she loved as if they were her own sisters and they loved her equally.
Normally she got up first and got the twins ready for the day to allow Cathy to lie in for a while.
But there were times when Gillian had to do early shifts up at Mornington Field and Cathy had to get the girls ready herself.
She got back home from work about midday and walked into the hall to be greeted by some unfamilar sounds and she walked slowly towards the source of the sounds, which were eminating from the kitchen, when she made the startling discovery.
(Part 04)
Cathy was sitting on Dave’s lap with her arms wrapped serpent like around his neck and she was snorting loudly as passion was taking hold when they were discovered.
“What are you doing?” Gillian screamed “leave Mama alone”
Dave was taken by surprise and broke away from Cathy’s mouth.
“No don’t stop” Cathy begged “Please don’t stop”
“Mama?” Gillian quiried “you want him to?”
“I asked him to” she confessed
“Tell the truth” Dave instructed
“I… begged him” she admitted.
Within moments of her admittion Cathy was kissing him again as Gillie stared wide eyed like a deer caught in the headlights.
When the kiss ended, Dave and Cathy looked at the young girl who went beetroot red and ran out of the room.
Cathy sat on his lap and looked at her reflection in the window and smiled weakly and thought she hadnt felt that alive for more than two years and at the same moment Gillian had run to the front door.
She was cross because she had embarrassed herself, not that she was shocked to see her step mum kissing a man, nor was she angry at the situation she loved Cathy and it was about time she started to live again, the overwhelming emotion she felt when she watched them was jealousy.
Not that she wanted to kiss Dave and she certainly didn’t want to kiss Cathy, she didn’t love her in that way, she was jelous of the intimacy and the tenderness, she wanted that but she wanted it with someone else.
Gillian opened the front door and was surprised to see Dave’s apprentice, Owen Mumford, standing there.
“Oh it’s you” she said and threw herself into his arms, the very arms she had pictured herself in a few minutes earlier.
After being discovered in the act Cathy concluded the kiss with Dave but after Gillian had left the room Cathy suddenly felt foolish and self concious
“I need to go and find Gillian” she said as Dave watched in silence unable to formulate a response.
Half an hour later he was just leaving the kitchen with his stuff when Cathy walked back in
“Is she ok?” he asked
“I couldn’t find her” she replied
“Oh”
“How are you feeling?” he asked
“Confused” she replied and turned away
Cathy sat on her bed and looked at herself in the mirror she really hadnt felt that alive for more than two years but although his intimate kiss was intensly electrifying the pleasure he had given her was a double edged sword.
She wanted him but she felt guilty at betraying her husbands memory despite how much she wanted him and how much she enjoyed the kiss.
She dismissed Dave after the kiss and went in search of her step daughter.
But while she was sitting alone on her bed lamenting what might have been, she made the decision to live her life.
So the next day she phoned Dave to say that one of the radiators was leaking and he said he would be round as soon as he could.
(Part 05)
Cathy Maddocks was an attractive twenty nine year old widow who lived with her six year old twins, Lily and Iris, and an 18 year old step daughter Gillian.
Cathy’s husband John was much older than she was when they married but he was the love of her life and she was absolutely devastated when he died.
After the bottom fell out of her world she spent the following two years following his passing in lonely celibacy.
But when the shower went on the blink she phoned her brothers best friend Dave Plunkett, who had his own plumming business in Shallowfield and a huge crush on her.
She was aware of that fact and avoided him on his first two visits but on completeing the repair of her boiler she surprised them both when she begged him to kiss her.
It was a wonderful kiss which didt diminish even after they were discovered by Gillian.
However she dismissed Dave after the kiss and went in search of her step daughter.
But while she was sitting alone on her bed lamenting what might have been, she made the decision to live her life.
So the next day she phoned Dave to say that one of the radiators was leaking and he said he would be round as soon as he could.
The leaky radiator was a fabrication, it was merely a device to get him through the door.
While she waited she got herself dressed in preparation because getting him through the door was only part of the plan and so what she was dressed in was designed to keep him there.
But as she sat and waited for him doubts crept in with every tick off the clock and her resolve began to ebb away.
So she opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a large glass.
By the time Dave knocked on the front door she was just poring her third.
“Come and have a drink” she slurred when she’d opened the door
“Ok” he said doubtfully and followed her but he declined the drink and waited for her to tell him why he was there.
In the end it was Dave who broke the silence.
“When I asked you how you were feeling the other day, you replied, “Confused””
“I did” she agreed
“What about?”
“I was just confused about my feelings” she replied which he suspected but he didn’t see the next bit coming
“And I wasn’t sure about yours”
“Really?” he asked “well you needn’t be, I’ve wanted you forever”
“Ok but I’m scared” Cathy admitted
“I can fix that” Dave said
“I’m scared” she admitted
“Why?” he asked “You want me and I want you”
“It’s my first time” she confessed “Since John”
“It’s our first time” Dave said “but there would be a condition”
Cathy didn’t reply but she put her wine glass down and looked up
“What condition?”
“That you let go of the past” he replied “and no holding back”
“Shut up and kiss me” she said
So he obliged and it was everything she had hoped it would be and as he stood holding her he asked
“So it’s really happening then?” he asked
“Yes but…”
“But what?” Dave asked
“I’m worried about Gillie” she said
“Is that all” he said and laughed
“I’m serious” she snapped “I’ve upset her badly”
“Come with me” he said and took hold of her hand and led her into the lounge and over to the big window where he pulled the net curtain aside to reveal the sight of little shy Gillian sitting in the front of the plumbers van snogging Owens face off
“Oh” Cathy exclaimed “She’s ok then”
“It looks like it” he agreed
“In that case” she said a moment before she pushed him backwards onto the sofa and leapt on top of him.
The Maddocks family lived in the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere in the Finchbottom Vale which nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
Which was a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
They lived in one of the Brooke Side Cottages, number 1, in the part of the Village known as Manorside.
Cathy Maddocks was an attractive twenty nine year old widow who lived with her six year old twins, Lily and Iris, and an 18 year old step daughter Gillian.
Cathy’s husband John was much older than she was when they married but he was the love of her life and she was absolutely devastated when he died suddenly.
After the bottom fell out of her world she spent the subsequent two years following his passing in loneliness and celibacy and every night her dreams were filled with images of the man she so desperately loved and vivid pictures of the physical expression of their love which was why she woke up every morning exhausted and in tears.
Most days she would wake early enough to cry her tears and compose herself before she started her day but on one particular morning her 6 year old twins charged into the room and leapt on the bed before she barely got started so she hid her face from her children until she could show them a happy face.
Plan (b) was to cry her tears in the shower while Gillian gave the twins their breakfast, which was all going very well until the water went cold.
“Bollocks” she snapped and turned the water off.
“Perfect bloody timing”
It was so frustrating as the shower had been playing up recently and she had been meaning to ask her brothers best friend Dave Plunkett, who had his own business in Shallowfield, to look at it but she hadnt got around to it and as she stepped out of the shower Cathy really wished that she had.
That only left Plan (c) so Cathy dried herself and returned to her bedroom.
She knelt on the bed with a large white bath sheet wrapped around her and facing her dressing table mirror she put her head in her hands and sobbed her heart out.
Her tears flowed unrestrained when she became aware of voices on the landing and she looked to the door.
“Don’t come in, don’t come in, please don’t come in” she screamed in her head and the danger passed so she shed her tears in peace until she ended in a panting sobbing heap.
Cathy remained doubled over on her bed for a full five minutes after she finished then she raised herself up and wiped her eyes and attended to her makeup before she dressed so she could go about her day.
(Part 02)
Cathy had pledged after her husband’s death that she would never share her heart with a man again and she closed her heart to love for anyone other than the twins and Gillie.
There wasn’t much in the way of extended family and of those that did exist the Maddocks were only in contact with her brother Pete and his wife Clare and for Cathy that was enough.
Although she kept the world at arms length and the family were very happy there were always occasions when she had to let the outside world in.
Such as when the shower went on the fritz and she needed a plumber, so she had to call her brothers best friend David Plunkett.
A call that Dave was only to willing to answer, without a second thought, because Dave had admired Cathy from afar since he was in year seven.
Cathy was in the year above him but his friendship with Pete brought them into the same sphere on a regular basis.
Unfortunately he never managed to stay in her orbit long enough to make an impact but he always lived in hope of being noticed until the day when she married John Maddox and then he thought she was lost to him forever.
When John died suddenly after 7 years he saw a glimmer of hope but he had to sit on his hands while she went through the grieving process, but he didn’t know it would take over two years.
So when he took the call from her for the plumbing job he thought maybe it was finally his time.
When the day came to look at the problem it was something of an anticlimax as he barely even got a glimpse of Cathy, and he only really got to see the step daughter Gillian who he thought was very protective of her stepmum when he asked where she was.
She also hung around him and his apprentice Owen a lot and Dave was almost certain that if Owen chose to make a play for her that he would have been warmly welcomed, but he wasn’t there to play matchmaker.
It was a similar story a month later when there was a leak in the kitchen and he only got to see Gillian so it wasn’t until three months after that when the boiler died that he finally managed to reaquaint himself with Cathy.
It was a day when he was on his own but it was not an altogether happy reunion as he found her colder and more distant than before and she had thawed very little by the time he reached the end of the job.
“Well that’s me done” he said as he packed his tools away
“Is there anything else you need me to do before I head off?”
“Um” she responded and then fell silent again
Dave waited for her to speak again but when she didn’t he said
“Ok, well if you have a problem you have my number”
But as he reached the door she blurted out
“Yes, yes there is”
“Ok” he retorted and returned to the kitchen “what do you need?”
There was a long pause and then without looking at him she quietly said
“I want you to kiss me” Cathy said
“What?” he asked almost certain he had misheard
“I want you to kiss me” she repeated and he plopped down on a chair.
(Part 03)
“I want you to kiss me” Cathy said
“What?” he asked almost certain he had misheard
“I want you to kiss me” she repeated and he plopped down on a chair.
If Dave was surprised by her request then it wasn’t as much as a fraction of the surprise Cathy fely, in fact she was astonished.
Even though she had been wanting to do it ever since his first visit to fix the shower.
Because even though he had not seen her she had watched him through the partly opened bedroom door and from that moment on she had thought of little else but kissing him.
And very very much so on that day, even more than usual, because Gillian had to go to work early so she had to breakfast the children and get them ready for school and she had to let Dave in and with him in the house and needing access to every room she couldn’t hide herself away after she dropped the girls at school.
She had always known that Dave fancied her, she had known it for years and she also knew by the way he looked at her that he still did.
“I’m not sure” he said not beleiving his good fortune.
“Oh please Dave” she entreated “I havent felt the touch of a man lips since John passed and….”
“And?”
“And I know you want to” she said
“Ok” he agreed
They never made eye contact all during the discussion, infact she never looked at him once, but after hearing his acquiescence she sat on his lap with her back towards him.
As soon as her bum hit his lap she turned to face him and leant in for the kiss.
Although Gillie Hopcroft was Cathy’s stepdaughter it was only by virtue of the fact that she had married her stepfather John.
After losing her father when she was four years old, she lost her mother four years after that and then when she was 9 her stepfather John married Cathy, who she fell in love with imediately and nothing that followed over the following 9 years altered that love.
The only thing that came close was when she made a startling discovery.
Cathy thought Gillie was a godsend, she was a great help with the twins who she loved as if they were her own sisters and they loved her equally.
Normally she got up first and got the twins ready for the day to allow Cathy to lie in for a while.
But there were times when Gillian had to do early shifts up at Mornington Field and Cathy had to get the girls ready herself.
She got back home from work about midday and walked into the hall to be greeted by some unfamilar sounds and she walked slowly towards the source of the sounds, which were eminating from the kitchen, when she made the startling discovery.
(Part 04)
Cathy was sitting on Dave’s lap with her arms wrapped serpent like around his neck and she was snorting loudly as passion was taking hold when they were discovered.
“What are you doing?” Gillian screamed “leave Mama alone”
Dave was taken by surprise and broke away from Cathy’s mouth.
“No don’t stop” Cathy begged “Please don’t stop”
“Mama?” Gillian quiried “you want him to?”
“I asked him to” she confessed
“Tell the truth” Dave instructed
“I… begged him” she admitted.
Within moments of her admittion Cathy was kissing him again as Gillie stared wide eyed like a deer caught in the headlights.
When the kiss ended, Dave and Cathy looked at the young girl who went beetroot red and ran out of the room.
Cathy sat on his lap and looked at her reflection in the window and smiled weakly and thought she hadnt felt that alive for more than two years and at the same moment Gillian had run to the front door.
She was cross because she had embarrassed herself, not that she was shocked to see her step mum kissing a man, nor was she angry at the situation she loved Cathy and it was about time she started to live again, the overwhelming emotion she felt when she watched them was jealousy.
Not that she wanted to kiss Dave and she certainly didn’t want to kiss Cathy, she didn’t love her in that way, she was jelous of the intimacy and the tenderness, she wanted that but she wanted it with someone else.
Gillian opened the front door and was surprised to see Dave’s apprentice, Owen Mumford, standing there.
“Oh it’s you” she said and threw herself into his arms, the very arms she had pictured herself in a few minutes earlier.
After being discovered in the act Cathy concluded the kiss with Dave but after Gillian had left the room Cathy suddenly felt foolish and self concious
“I need to go and find Gillian” she said as Dave watched in silence unable to formulate a response.
Half an hour later he was just leaving the kitchen with his stuff when Cathy walked back in
“Is she ok?” he asked
“I couldn’t find her” she replied
“Oh”
“How are you feeling?” he asked
“Confused” she replied and turned away
Cathy sat on her bed and looked at herself in the mirror she really hadnt felt that alive for more than two years but although his intimate kiss was intensly electrifying the pleasure he had given her was a double edged sword.
She wanted him but she felt guilty at betraying her husbands memory despite how much she wanted him and how much she enjoyed the kiss.
She dismissed Dave after the kiss and went in search of her step daughter.
But while she was sitting alone on her bed lamenting what might have been, she made the decision to live her life.
So the next day she phoned Dave to say that one of the radiators was leaking and he said he would be round as soon as he could.
(Part 05)
Cathy Maddocks was an attractive twenty nine year old widow who lived with her six year old twins, Lily and Iris, and an 18 year old step daughter Gillian.
Cathy’s husband John was much older than she was when they married but he was the love of her life and she was absolutely devastated when he died.
After the bottom fell out of her world she spent the following two years following his passing in lonely celibacy.
But when the shower went on the blink she phoned her brothers best friend Dave Plunkett, who had his own plumming business in Shallowfield and a huge crush on her.
She was aware of that fact and avoided him on his first two visits but on completeing the repair of her boiler she surprised them both when she begged him to kiss her.
It was a wonderful kiss which didt diminish even after they were discovered by Gillian.
However she dismissed Dave after the kiss and went in search of her step daughter.
But while she was sitting alone on her bed lamenting what might have been, she made the decision to live her life.
So the next day she phoned Dave to say that one of the radiators was leaking and he said he would be round as soon as he could.
The leaky radiator was a fabrication, it was merely a device to get him through the door.
While she waited she got herself dressed in preparation because getting him through the door was only part of the plan and so what she was dressed in was designed to keep him there.
But as she sat and waited for him doubts crept in with every tick off the clock and her resolve began to ebb away.
So she opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a large glass.
By the time Dave knocked on the front door she was just poring her third.
“Come and have a drink” she slurred when she’d opened the door
“Ok” he said doubtfully and followed her but he declined the drink and waited for her to tell him why he was there.
In the end it was Dave who broke the silence.
“When I asked you how you were feeling the other day, you replied, “Confused””
“I did” she agreed
“What about?”
“I was just confused about my feelings” she replied which he suspected but he didn’t see the next bit coming
“And I wasn’t sure about yours”
“Really?” he asked “well you needn’t be, I’ve wanted you forever”
“Ok but I’m scared” Cathy admitted
“I can fix that” Dave said
“I’m scared” she admitted
“Why?” he asked “You want me and I want you”
“It’s my first time” she confessed “Since John”
“It’s our first time” Dave said “but there would be a condition”
Cathy didn’t reply but she put her wine glass down and looked up
“What condition?”
“That you let go of the past” he replied “and no holding back”
“Shut up and kiss me” she said
So he obliged and it was everything she had hoped it would be and as he stood holding her he asked
“So it’s really happening then?” he asked
“Yes but…”
“But what?” Dave asked
“I’m worried about Gillie” she said
“Is that all” he said and laughed
“I’m serious” she snapped “I’ve upset her badly”
“Come with me” he said and took hold of her hand and led her into the lounge and over to the big window where he pulled the net curtain aside to reveal the sight of little shy Gillian sitting in the front of the plumbers van snogging Owens face off
“Oh” Cathy exclaimed “She’s ok then”
“It looks like it” he agreed
“In that case” she said a moment before she pushed him backwards onto the sofa and leapt on top of him.
Wednesday, 31 May 2017
Mornington-By-Mere – (69) What Happened To You While I Was Away
(Part 01)
Michael White had been working in Los Angeles as an associate script writer since graduating from University and hadn’t been back to Mornington for 4 years but he had become disillusioned with the American Dream and was relocating back to Downshire while it was easy to do before any fresh romantic entanglements over complicated matters and furthermore once back in the UK he planned to stay put.
In the short term he was going to stay at his parents in the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere which lies in the Finchbottom Vale that nestles between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
But Mornington-By-Mere is not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it is the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale.
He loved the Vale and planned to make his home there in one of the villages but for now 26 year old Michael was moving back to his childhood home at number 2, The Close, with his parents and two younger brothers.
But for the first week or so he had the place to himself because the rest of the family were away in the Canaries.
His flight was delayed so by the time he got to their house it was after three o’clock and he was surprised to see there were signs of life in the house, he assumed he must have got his dates wrong as he parked his car on the drive and went inside not knowing who or what was inside.
But as he went in all was quiet, so he left his case in the hall and went into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
When he had opened his beer he opened the door and made his way outside and as he stepped out onto the patio the sun emerged from behind a cloud and flooded into the garden and he did a double take.
In the centre of the patio was a sun lounger which was exactly where he would have expected it to be, but that was not what surprised him.
What had got his attention, directly in front of him perfectly illuminated on the lounger, was the most beautiful curvaceous figure of a young woman.
It was not a figure he was very familiar with, as far as he could recollect, it certainly wasn’t his mum’s or anyone else he would have expected to find in his parents garden, but it was a delicious figure.
But whoever the owner of it was she was laying in the foetal position on the lounger with her back to him, partially covered by a pashmina.
Michael stepped backwards into the kitchen and glanced around the room which confirmed to him that it was indeed his parent’s home and then he went back out again.
(Part 02)
Michael stepped backwards into the kitchen and glanced around the room which confirmed to him that it was indeed his parents’ home and then he went back out again.
The figure still remained illuminated by the sunlight as he walked over to the lounger, his first instinct was to give it a firm slap on the bum and wake up its owner and tell her to get out of his garden but instead he found himself giving the girl an intense perusal, beginning with the honey blonde hair that shimmered under the sun’s rays, as they sat randomly against her lightly tanned skin.
He couldn’t see enough of her face to form an opinion as to countenance or appearance so his eyes travelled in the opposite direction following the topography of her well-toned form, her back, her waist her hips and of course her firm buttocks.
He spent a long time studying that particular feature, the sweeping curve of her hip and the roundness of her buttocks, which he thought would be undoubtedly fleshy.
His eyes hungrily consumed every inch of her of every contour slowly exploring every aspect of its delicious shape.
It was as his eyes were moving along the lengthy thighs of her gorgeous legs that the girl began to stir and she murmured in her half sleep as she began to stretch out in wakefulness and rolled over onto her back which opened up a fresh expanse of her terrain for his eyes to explore and then her eyes opened and she gasped in surprise.
“Ohhhh Michael” she exclaimed “What kept you?”
And with that she reached up and gripped at his shirt and pulled him towards her and then she kissed him.
The moment she rolled over he knew the identity of the intruder, Kathryn Williams who lived next door at number 1, she had been running after him since she was 9 and he was in year ten, but she was a skinny freckly klutz and even if there hadn’t been the insane age gap she did nothing for him, well it appeared that she had grown up while he was away at University and in America and with a little mental arithmetic he ascertained she was now 20.
And as she was kissing him he determined that she certainly did something for him now.
Kathryn had fallen in love with Michael White on the occasion of her 9th Birthday when he kissed her cheek and she had dreamed of capturing his heart every day after that.
She was patient and was not perturbed by his time at University she just bided her time while she grew up, she tried on other young men for size as she did so but they never measured up.
However his decision to move to California was unexpected and heart breaking in equal measure, but she never gave up hope and when his mum Louise mentioned that he was coming home for good and that he would be staying in Mornington for a while she decided to seize her chance.
She innocently gleaned more information from the White family and when it became apparent that he would be in the house on his own she planned her honeyed trap.
She casually obtained the flight details from his Dad and volunteered her services to Louise to water her house plants which gave her access to the house and her plan was set.
However what she hadn’t accounted for was a three hour flight delay, which was why she fell asleep on the lounger and because she had fallen asleep in the warm sunshine she dreamed of him, so when she awoke and he was standing over her she took it as a sign and struck and the way he was returning her kiss she knew she had him.
Michael White had been working in Los Angeles as an associate script writer since graduating from University and hadn’t been back to Mornington for 4 years but he had become disillusioned with the American Dream and was relocating back to Downshire while it was easy to do before any fresh romantic entanglements over complicated matters and furthermore once back in the UK he planned to stay put.
In the short term he was going to stay at his parents in the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere which lies in the Finchbottom Vale that nestles between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
But Mornington-By-Mere is not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it is the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale.
He loved the Vale and planned to make his home there in one of the villages but for now 26 year old Michael was moving back to his childhood home at number 2, The Close, with his parents and two younger brothers.
But for the first week or so he had the place to himself because the rest of the family were away in the Canaries.
His flight was delayed so by the time he got to their house it was after three o’clock and he was surprised to see there were signs of life in the house, he assumed he must have got his dates wrong as he parked his car on the drive and went inside not knowing who or what was inside.
But as he went in all was quiet, so he left his case in the hall and went into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
When he had opened his beer he opened the door and made his way outside and as he stepped out onto the patio the sun emerged from behind a cloud and flooded into the garden and he did a double take.
In the centre of the patio was a sun lounger which was exactly where he would have expected it to be, but that was not what surprised him.
What had got his attention, directly in front of him perfectly illuminated on the lounger, was the most beautiful curvaceous figure of a young woman.
It was not a figure he was very familiar with, as far as he could recollect, it certainly wasn’t his mum’s or anyone else he would have expected to find in his parents garden, but it was a delicious figure.
But whoever the owner of it was she was laying in the foetal position on the lounger with her back to him, partially covered by a pashmina.
Michael stepped backwards into the kitchen and glanced around the room which confirmed to him that it was indeed his parent’s home and then he went back out again.
(Part 02)
Michael stepped backwards into the kitchen and glanced around the room which confirmed to him that it was indeed his parents’ home and then he went back out again.
The figure still remained illuminated by the sunlight as he walked over to the lounger, his first instinct was to give it a firm slap on the bum and wake up its owner and tell her to get out of his garden but instead he found himself giving the girl an intense perusal, beginning with the honey blonde hair that shimmered under the sun’s rays, as they sat randomly against her lightly tanned skin.
He couldn’t see enough of her face to form an opinion as to countenance or appearance so his eyes travelled in the opposite direction following the topography of her well-toned form, her back, her waist her hips and of course her firm buttocks.
He spent a long time studying that particular feature, the sweeping curve of her hip and the roundness of her buttocks, which he thought would be undoubtedly fleshy.
His eyes hungrily consumed every inch of her of every contour slowly exploring every aspect of its delicious shape.
It was as his eyes were moving along the lengthy thighs of her gorgeous legs that the girl began to stir and she murmured in her half sleep as she began to stretch out in wakefulness and rolled over onto her back which opened up a fresh expanse of her terrain for his eyes to explore and then her eyes opened and she gasped in surprise.
“Ohhhh Michael” she exclaimed “What kept you?”
And with that she reached up and gripped at his shirt and pulled him towards her and then she kissed him.
The moment she rolled over he knew the identity of the intruder, Kathryn Williams who lived next door at number 1, she had been running after him since she was 9 and he was in year ten, but she was a skinny freckly klutz and even if there hadn’t been the insane age gap she did nothing for him, well it appeared that she had grown up while he was away at University and in America and with a little mental arithmetic he ascertained she was now 20.
And as she was kissing him he determined that she certainly did something for him now.
Kathryn had fallen in love with Michael White on the occasion of her 9th Birthday when he kissed her cheek and she had dreamed of capturing his heart every day after that.
She was patient and was not perturbed by his time at University she just bided her time while she grew up, she tried on other young men for size as she did so but they never measured up.
However his decision to move to California was unexpected and heart breaking in equal measure, but she never gave up hope and when his mum Louise mentioned that he was coming home for good and that he would be staying in Mornington for a while she decided to seize her chance.
She innocently gleaned more information from the White family and when it became apparent that he would be in the house on his own she planned her honeyed trap.
She casually obtained the flight details from his Dad and volunteered her services to Louise to water her house plants which gave her access to the house and her plan was set.
However what she hadn’t accounted for was a three hour flight delay, which was why she fell asleep on the lounger and because she had fallen asleep in the warm sunshine she dreamed of him, so when she awoke and he was standing over her she took it as a sign and struck and the way he was returning her kiss she knew she had him.
Mornington-By-Mere – (68) We Shouldn’t Be Doing This
It was midnight in Mornington-By-Mere and Andy Wilson was in the bus shelter snogging, or perhaps it would be more accurately to say that he was being snogged, by Suzy Newbold, and she had been going at it for about ten minutes before she came up for air.
They had both been to a house party in Purplemere road on the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and he was walking her home as she lived in Military Row and he lived in The Close, when she suddenly dragged him into the bus shelter.
Now that wouldn’t normally have been a problem, Suzy was a very attractive girl, a very sexy girl, the problem was she wasn’t his girl.
His girl Sharon was still at the party throwing up in the downstairs toilet.
Suzy kissed him again, this time more urgently than before and more passionate and while her tongue was engaged in his mouth his mind was in turmoil as all the time a little voice was nagging at the back of his mind saying
“You shouldn’t be doing this”
And a second voice yelled in reply
“But she’s a really good kisser”
“What about the girl you love?” the first voice continued
“But this one is snogging your face off” Screamed the second
“Think about Sharon” the quiet voice said
“Think about the girl in your arms” came the loud response
“Suzy’s not your girlfriend, Sharon is” the whisper said
“Sharon hasn’t got her tongue in your mouth” came the other one in response.
“But you love Sharon” Jiminy Cricket whispered
“You can love Sharon when she’s snogging you” the devil shouted
The quiet voice spoke very sagely but suffice is to say the louder voice made some valuable points as well, so he relinquished any lingering resistance and decided to give his undivided attention to the woman with her lips on his.
Instead of his previously passive participation he joined in with relish and she responded in kind, but after a few minutes he broke away and snapped
“We shouldn’t be doing this”
“Oh I think we should” she retorted and tried to reengage
“No we shouldn’t” he insisted “What about Sharon?”
“What about her?” Suzy asked
“Well while she’s throwing up in the toilet at the party I’m here snogging another girl” he pointed out
“But she’s not” Suzy said
“She’s not what?”
“She’s not throwing up, she never was” she explained
“I’m confused” he said
“Sharon wasn’t in the bathroom” Suzy admitted “She’d already left the party with Tony Dark”
“But I love her” He said “How could she do that?”
“She did it for me because I love you” she mumbled and looked at her shoes
“You do?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “I always have”
“So let me get this straight” he said “Sharon has dumped me and is going out with Tony Dark?”
“Yes”
“And Sharon and I are definitely finished?”
“Yes” she confirmed
“Well in that case come here and give me a kiss”
They had both been to a house party in Purplemere road on the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and he was walking her home as she lived in Military Row and he lived in The Close, when she suddenly dragged him into the bus shelter.
Now that wouldn’t normally have been a problem, Suzy was a very attractive girl, a very sexy girl, the problem was she wasn’t his girl.
His girl Sharon was still at the party throwing up in the downstairs toilet.
Suzy kissed him again, this time more urgently than before and more passionate and while her tongue was engaged in his mouth his mind was in turmoil as all the time a little voice was nagging at the back of his mind saying
“You shouldn’t be doing this”
And a second voice yelled in reply
“But she’s a really good kisser”
“What about the girl you love?” the first voice continued
“But this one is snogging your face off” Screamed the second
“Think about Sharon” the quiet voice said
“Think about the girl in your arms” came the loud response
“Suzy’s not your girlfriend, Sharon is” the whisper said
“Sharon hasn’t got her tongue in your mouth” came the other one in response.
“But you love Sharon” Jiminy Cricket whispered
“You can love Sharon when she’s snogging you” the devil shouted
The quiet voice spoke very sagely but suffice is to say the louder voice made some valuable points as well, so he relinquished any lingering resistance and decided to give his undivided attention to the woman with her lips on his.
Instead of his previously passive participation he joined in with relish and she responded in kind, but after a few minutes he broke away and snapped
“We shouldn’t be doing this”
“Oh I think we should” she retorted and tried to reengage
“No we shouldn’t” he insisted “What about Sharon?”
“What about her?” Suzy asked
“Well while she’s throwing up in the toilet at the party I’m here snogging another girl” he pointed out
“But she’s not” Suzy said
“She’s not what?”
“She’s not throwing up, she never was” she explained
“I’m confused” he said
“Sharon wasn’t in the bathroom” Suzy admitted “She’d already left the party with Tony Dark”
“But I love her” He said “How could she do that?”
“She did it for me because I love you” she mumbled and looked at her shoes
“You do?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “I always have”
“So let me get this straight” he said “Sharon has dumped me and is going out with Tony Dark?”
“Yes”
“And Sharon and I are definitely finished?”
“Yes” she confirmed
“Well in that case come here and give me a kiss”
Mornington-By-Mere – (67) The Reluctant Hero
Mornington-By-Mere is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
But Mornington-By-Mere is not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it is the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale and there are a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere Road and Dulcets Lane which form the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and 37 year old Divorcee Tony Chester lived at number 6, Dulcet Mill Lane.
Tony worked for O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, and managed the newly set up storage facility up at Mornington Field but his job also involved him having to spend time at some of the other premises like the ones in Shallowfield and Purplemere, and it was in the latter where he came into regular contact with Helen Gearing.
And the time he spent in Purplemere was fraught with problems, or problem, namely Helen who had been trying to get in his trousers for two years but he had always resisted her because although he was divorced from his ex-wife Gemma and despite the fact that she was a bitch he still loved her.
Plus although he actually liked her he thought Helen was a really annoying woman even though she did have a great figure and fabulous breasts.
But his resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with the audit.
Everyone had to work quite late and it was after ten by the time he left and he thought he had escaped her clutches as she left ten minutes before him.
But he had hardly driven half a mile before his mobile rang and it was Helen.
“What is it Helen?” he said sharply
“I’m a damsel in distress” she replied
“Why what’s wrong?” he asked indifferently
“I’ve broken down” she replied “On the Express Way”
He suspected that it was a ruse but his conscience wouldn’t allow him to leave her helpless woman at the roadside so he weakened and agreed to go and help her.
She was parked in in a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees separating it from the road.
“That’s very secluded” he thought to himself as he pulled up behind her and got out
“Thanks for coming” she said “you’re my hero”
“What’s the problem?” he said side stepping her flannel and looking inside the open bonnet
“Will the engine start?”
“I don’t know, but my motors running hot” she replied and when he turned to look at her, she was standing beside the driver’s door wearing a very figure hugging outfit.
He had always thought that she had a great figure and curves in all the right places but as she stood there in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering resistance to her charms melted away under the moonlight in the secluded layby.
It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
But Mornington-By-Mere is not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it is the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale and there are a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere Road and Dulcets Lane which form the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and 37 year old Divorcee Tony Chester lived at number 6, Dulcet Mill Lane.
Tony worked for O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, and managed the newly set up storage facility up at Mornington Field but his job also involved him having to spend time at some of the other premises like the ones in Shallowfield and Purplemere, and it was in the latter where he came into regular contact with Helen Gearing.
And the time he spent in Purplemere was fraught with problems, or problem, namely Helen who had been trying to get in his trousers for two years but he had always resisted her because although he was divorced from his ex-wife Gemma and despite the fact that she was a bitch he still loved her.
Plus although he actually liked her he thought Helen was a really annoying woman even though she did have a great figure and fabulous breasts.
But his resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with the audit.
Everyone had to work quite late and it was after ten by the time he left and he thought he had escaped her clutches as she left ten minutes before him.
But he had hardly driven half a mile before his mobile rang and it was Helen.
“What is it Helen?” he said sharply
“I’m a damsel in distress” she replied
“Why what’s wrong?” he asked indifferently
“I’ve broken down” she replied “On the Express Way”
He suspected that it was a ruse but his conscience wouldn’t allow him to leave her helpless woman at the roadside so he weakened and agreed to go and help her.
She was parked in in a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees separating it from the road.
“That’s very secluded” he thought to himself as he pulled up behind her and got out
“Thanks for coming” she said “you’re my hero”
“What’s the problem?” he said side stepping her flannel and looking inside the open bonnet
“Will the engine start?”
“I don’t know, but my motors running hot” she replied and when he turned to look at her, she was standing beside the driver’s door wearing a very figure hugging outfit.
He had always thought that she had a great figure and curves in all the right places but as she stood there in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering resistance to her charms melted away under the moonlight in the secluded layby.
Tuesday, 30 May 2017
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (70) The Wedding Planner
(Part 01)
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 on occasion it took planning.
But there were even rarer occasions on which there was a combination of the two.
It was early on a bright May Saturday morning when he was just leaving the clubhouse at the Forest Ridge Golf Club.
“Paul darling” a voice said in familiar tones and he turned round to see the lovely Francesca dressed up to the nines.
She looked stunning in a lemon coloured suit and matching accessories, as usual she was stylishly coordinated from hat to shoes and everything in between.
“Hello Francesca, where are you off to?” he asked even though he knew the answer
“My sister Adrienne’s wedding” she said raising her eyebrows “Number four”
“Well you look gorgeous as usual,” he said as he gave her an appraising gaze. “Immaculately accessorised”
“Well thank you kind sir” she said
“Everything matching?” he asked raising an eyebrow
“Everything darling” she whispered “as usual”
“So what are you doing here?” he asked
“Well I do have a rather convoluted tale of the why’s and wherefores, but to tell the truth I just came to show off the outfit”
She confessed and then she smiled in the very cute way she had where her nose wrinkled.
“And the place is deserted” she said and shrugged “what about you?”
“I was looking for someone to play with,” he said
“And we all know what kind of game you like to play” she said cheekily
“Well you should know better than most” he whispered and Francesca blushed.
“Do you want to play?” she asked
“Always” he replied
“I meant Golf,” Francesca stated
“So did I” he lied
“No you didn’t” she retorted “Thank God”
“Where is the wedding by the way?” he asked
“Clayton Manor” she replied
“I don’t suppose you know the room number?” he whispered
“No I don’t” she replied indignantly but her eyes intimated she would let him know.
After he’d watched Francesca walk away towards the car park it started to rain so he decided to abandon the search for a partner and go home and get ready to gate crash a wedding.
(Part 02)
He got to the Hotel just after 10 o’clock, when the party was in full swing and slipped unnoticed up to the bar and mingled with the revellers as he looked for his quarry.
He knew the Clayton Manor and he also knew that the only access to the toilets from the function room was via the bar, so from his position he had a clear view of the ladies as they tottered off to the loos.
Paul didn’t have to wait too long before the lovely Francesca emerged from the ballroom looking every bit as gorgeous as she had that morning at the golf club, just a slight unsteadiness and a flushing of her cheeks betrayed the fact she had been drinking.
He let her carry on tottering to the ladies unmolested but intercepted her on the return journey.
“Francesca Carrington-Webber!!” Paul said and made her jump
“Oh hello” she said trying to hide her pleasure at seeing him and failing miserably
“What a surprise seeing you here”
“Yes it’s a small world” he responded “Are you enjoying yourself at the party?”
“Yes it’s been a wonderful party darling” she said “But I’m very tired now and I was thinking of turning in soon”
“Why don’t you join me for a drink first” he suggested
“Yes that would be lovely” she replied “just a quick one”
“Really? I think we can do better than that” he said quietly and she blushed scarlet.
For the next 10 minutes they sat at a table in the crowded bar and made banal small talk but as Francesca got towards the bottom of her glass she asked
“Is your room nice?”
“I don’t have one” he replied “I’m not sure if I’m staying”
“I see”
“What about you?” he asked
“Yes I have a lovely room” she replied and wetting her finger she wrote a number on the table.
“Well I will say goodnight then” she said and stood up “it was really nice seeing you again”
“Likewise” he responded “Goodnight”
He watched her as she walked away in her accessorised lemon suit and thought how much he loved her.
He remained in the bar for ten minutes and then paid a visit to the gents before taking the back stairs up to Francesca’s floor and when he was sure the coast was clear he knocked on the door to her room
“Room service” he called and the door opened
“Yes please” she replied and pulled him into the room by his belt and the second the door closed behind him she pinned him to the door and kissed him.
“You were pleased to see me then?” he said
“Yes” she replied unnecessarily “but it was agony, I so wanted to kiss you and hold you”
“So did I” Paul said and kissed her before they walked deeper into the room.
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 on occasion it took planning.
But there were even rarer occasions on which there was a combination of the two.
It was early on a bright May Saturday morning when he was just leaving the clubhouse at the Forest Ridge Golf Club.
“Paul darling” a voice said in familiar tones and he turned round to see the lovely Francesca dressed up to the nines.
She looked stunning in a lemon coloured suit and matching accessories, as usual she was stylishly coordinated from hat to shoes and everything in between.
“Hello Francesca, where are you off to?” he asked even though he knew the answer
“My sister Adrienne’s wedding” she said raising her eyebrows “Number four”
“Well you look gorgeous as usual,” he said as he gave her an appraising gaze. “Immaculately accessorised”
“Well thank you kind sir” she said
“Everything matching?” he asked raising an eyebrow
“Everything darling” she whispered “as usual”
“So what are you doing here?” he asked
“Well I do have a rather convoluted tale of the why’s and wherefores, but to tell the truth I just came to show off the outfit”
She confessed and then she smiled in the very cute way she had where her nose wrinkled.
“And the place is deserted” she said and shrugged “what about you?”
“I was looking for someone to play with,” he said
“And we all know what kind of game you like to play” she said cheekily
“Well you should know better than most” he whispered and Francesca blushed.
“Do you want to play?” she asked
“Always” he replied
“I meant Golf,” Francesca stated
“So did I” he lied
“No you didn’t” she retorted “Thank God”
“Where is the wedding by the way?” he asked
“Clayton Manor” she replied
“I don’t suppose you know the room number?” he whispered
“No I don’t” she replied indignantly but her eyes intimated she would let him know.
After he’d watched Francesca walk away towards the car park it started to rain so he decided to abandon the search for a partner and go home and get ready to gate crash a wedding.
(Part 02)
He got to the Hotel just after 10 o’clock, when the party was in full swing and slipped unnoticed up to the bar and mingled with the revellers as he looked for his quarry.
He knew the Clayton Manor and he also knew that the only access to the toilets from the function room was via the bar, so from his position he had a clear view of the ladies as they tottered off to the loos.
Paul didn’t have to wait too long before the lovely Francesca emerged from the ballroom looking every bit as gorgeous as she had that morning at the golf club, just a slight unsteadiness and a flushing of her cheeks betrayed the fact she had been drinking.
He let her carry on tottering to the ladies unmolested but intercepted her on the return journey.
“Francesca Carrington-Webber!!” Paul said and made her jump
“Oh hello” she said trying to hide her pleasure at seeing him and failing miserably
“What a surprise seeing you here”
“Yes it’s a small world” he responded “Are you enjoying yourself at the party?”
“Yes it’s been a wonderful party darling” she said “But I’m very tired now and I was thinking of turning in soon”
“Why don’t you join me for a drink first” he suggested
“Yes that would be lovely” she replied “just a quick one”
“Really? I think we can do better than that” he said quietly and she blushed scarlet.
For the next 10 minutes they sat at a table in the crowded bar and made banal small talk but as Francesca got towards the bottom of her glass she asked
“Is your room nice?”
“I don’t have one” he replied “I’m not sure if I’m staying”
“I see”
“What about you?” he asked
“Yes I have a lovely room” she replied and wetting her finger she wrote a number on the table.
“Well I will say goodnight then” she said and stood up “it was really nice seeing you again”
“Likewise” he responded “Goodnight”
He watched her as she walked away in her accessorised lemon suit and thought how much he loved her.
He remained in the bar for ten minutes and then paid a visit to the gents before taking the back stairs up to Francesca’s floor and when he was sure the coast was clear he knocked on the door to her room
“Room service” he called and the door opened
“Yes please” she replied and pulled him into the room by his belt and the second the door closed behind him she pinned him to the door and kissed him.
“You were pleased to see me then?” he said
“Yes” she replied unnecessarily “but it was agony, I so wanted to kiss you and hold you”
“So did I” Paul said and kissed her before they walked deeper into the room.
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (69) Sisterly Love
The village of Kettlewell sat in the rolling Pepperstock Hills that formed the northwest border of The Finchbottom Vale and it was half a mile from the hamlet of Kettlewell-on-the-Hill, the two of which made up the parish of St Augustine’s Church.
And Kettlewell was 1.5 miles from its largest neighbour, Highfinch.
On one Saturday night in March there was a party at the Kettlewell Village Hall and by ten o’clock on that cool evening Paula Matthews was blind drunk and so her husband Lionel, and her sister Claire, who was also tipsy, decided to walk her home.
Once they had got her in the house and manoeuvred her into the right room the laid her on the bed and Lionel said
“We should take her dress off”
“How about we leave her as she is and we take my dress off,” Claire suggested
“Behave yourself” he said somewhat surprised at her brazenness, but he was smiling when he added “you’ve been in a funny mood all evening, now help me with her dress”
He sat Paula up again so Claire could unhook and unzip, then between them they pulled the whole thing off over her head.
Once she was just in her under things Claire started pulling her tights off as he watched.
As she left the bedroom Claire turned off the light and closed the door and then she kissed him, gently at first and then again more hotly and this took him completely by surprise.
The Matthews and the Tannings had lived all their married lives in Kettlewell and they were ordinary down to earth people and after twenty years of marriage both couples had reached their middle years without being blessed with children and so their leisure time was more often than not spent together in a variety of ways, restaurants, theatre, cinema and even holidays.
But of all the activities they had indulged in wife swapping was not one of them.
However he had always found Claire very attractive and had very often fantasized about the two of them together, but he had never once thought of acting on his attraction.
So the moment Claire’s lips touched his Lionel whole heartedly embraced the passionate kiss, during which he took his opportunity and his hands explored every inch of the sensual landscape he had often admired.
“God I’ve wanted to do that for so long” she said
“So have I” he agreed and their lips reengaged and then in the heat of passion his hands grappled up her skirt and found her stocking and suspenders.
“Wait until you're invited” she said playfully slapping him.
“Stockings and suspenders eh” he said
“Yes I wore them especially for someone” Claire said
“Paul is a very lucky man” he said
“I’m not wearing them for my husband” she said
“I’m wearing them for you”
And her lips returned to Lionel’s, and her tongue to his mouth and his hands returned to her stocking tops.
When she finally relinquished his mouth she stepped backwards and slipped out of her dress and gave him the full effect of her full ensemble of black lingerie.
“Did you really wear those for me?” he said looking at her stockings.
“I wore everything for you” she said
“It was lucky for me then that I got to enjoy them”
“There was no luck involved” she said cockily
“What do you mean?”
“I made sure you would get to enjoy them” she said proudly and then after a moment’s thought he asked
“Did you get Paula drunk?”
“It wasn’t hard I just made all her drinks doubles, she never could hold her drink” Claire said with a chuckle
“You naughty girl”
“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said and manoeuvred him into the spare room.
And Kettlewell was 1.5 miles from its largest neighbour, Highfinch.
On one Saturday night in March there was a party at the Kettlewell Village Hall and by ten o’clock on that cool evening Paula Matthews was blind drunk and so her husband Lionel, and her sister Claire, who was also tipsy, decided to walk her home.
Once they had got her in the house and manoeuvred her into the right room the laid her on the bed and Lionel said
“We should take her dress off”
“How about we leave her as she is and we take my dress off,” Claire suggested
“Behave yourself” he said somewhat surprised at her brazenness, but he was smiling when he added “you’ve been in a funny mood all evening, now help me with her dress”
He sat Paula up again so Claire could unhook and unzip, then between them they pulled the whole thing off over her head.
Once she was just in her under things Claire started pulling her tights off as he watched.
As she left the bedroom Claire turned off the light and closed the door and then she kissed him, gently at first and then again more hotly and this took him completely by surprise.
The Matthews and the Tannings had lived all their married lives in Kettlewell and they were ordinary down to earth people and after twenty years of marriage both couples had reached their middle years without being blessed with children and so their leisure time was more often than not spent together in a variety of ways, restaurants, theatre, cinema and even holidays.
But of all the activities they had indulged in wife swapping was not one of them.
However he had always found Claire very attractive and had very often fantasized about the two of them together, but he had never once thought of acting on his attraction.
So the moment Claire’s lips touched his Lionel whole heartedly embraced the passionate kiss, during which he took his opportunity and his hands explored every inch of the sensual landscape he had often admired.
“God I’ve wanted to do that for so long” she said
“So have I” he agreed and their lips reengaged and then in the heat of passion his hands grappled up her skirt and found her stocking and suspenders.
“Wait until you're invited” she said playfully slapping him.
“Stockings and suspenders eh” he said
“Yes I wore them especially for someone” Claire said
“Paul is a very lucky man” he said
“I’m not wearing them for my husband” she said
“I’m wearing them for you”
And her lips returned to Lionel’s, and her tongue to his mouth and his hands returned to her stocking tops.
When she finally relinquished his mouth she stepped backwards and slipped out of her dress and gave him the full effect of her full ensemble of black lingerie.
“Did you really wear those for me?” he said looking at her stockings.
“I wore everything for you” she said
“It was lucky for me then that I got to enjoy them”
“There was no luck involved” she said cockily
“What do you mean?”
“I made sure you would get to enjoy them” she said proudly and then after a moment’s thought he asked
“Did you get Paula drunk?”
“It wasn’t hard I just made all her drinks doubles, she never could hold her drink” Claire said with a chuckle
“You naughty girl”
“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said and manoeuvred him into the spare room.
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