My girl hss dumped me
For
some hirsute Brute
I
was gob smacked
I
said strewth Ruth
You
can’t leave me for him
Not
this prick Mick
Well
he wanted to fight for her
But
I called a truce Bruce
I
said I don’t want you to go
To
tell you the truth Ruth
But
you’ve made your choice
And
it’s thick Mick
I
had tears in my eyes
I
was bellowing like a moose Bruce
As
I helped her into her truck
God
I’ll miss that beaut Ute
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.
Sorry if you caught me staring
But
it was your fault to be fair
I
was bedazzled by your beauty
And
your shock of flaming hair
So
what else could I have done?
But
stand open mouthed and stare
It took a minute, or less,
To pick you from the crowd
Within an hour, I truly knew
What a special person you were
By the end of that first day
I had fallen in love with you
Now at the end of your last day I know
It will take a lifetime to forget you
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”
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
