PARAMOUR IN THE WINGS

 

Paramour in the wings

Mistress in waiting

The smitten kitten

With the concubine heart

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (65) An Indifferent Maiden in Distress

 

It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, which 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 fit the 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 held Ellie for some time until her sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him very tightly and even began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below his waist began to stir itself.

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 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.

 

Subsequent visits and tales of woe brought Eleanor to his door, some were truthful and some were fabricated just because she was lonely.

He wasn’t really too concerned what the reason was he was just pleased to her.

Although they invariably had sex on her visits to the house while Amanda was away, on whatever pretext, sometimes they just kissed and cuddled, but to be with him was her primary reason for going there, however when Amanda was at home they always acted with complete indifference toward each other and their smoke screen clearly worked as Amanda would always apologize to him for inviting her or thank him for putting up with her.

 

However on one particular occasion he found it difficult to maintain his unfeeling stance, in fact he couldn’t keep his hand off Ellie.

It was Amanda’s birthday and they had a BBQ in the garden with around 30 guests, one of whom was Eleanor.

As was her custom at the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees, pale blue with a fine white vertical pinstripe over a bright red cropped t-shirt and when he spied through the side slit he could see a tantalizing expanse of naked flesh and a glimpse of her knickers.

But it was her lovely smile which got his heart racing.

 

He stood for a moment admiring her tidy little derriere, as she bent over the freezer and as she stood up from her task he went to squeeze her cheek, but alas she was too quick for him and side stepped his attack.

“Will you behave” she said “Amanda will see”

“Amanda is pissed” he replied

“Amanda is merry and still sober enough to notice you groping her friend” she replied but smiled a toothy smile.

 

About half an hour later he was staring through the kitchen window watching his quarry as she bent over picking up a black sack full of rubbish and her dungaree’s stretched tight across her well-defined little buttocks so he slipped quietly into the room and when he was right behind her he successfully squeezed one tender cheek.

“Don’t you ever give up?” She said and slapped him hard on the arm.

“Oh go on just one more squeeze” he pleaded

“Honestly I don’t know what’s gotten into you today” she said with a chuckle

“I know what I want to get into you” he replied with a leer.

Ellie shook her head and frowned as she left the kitchen and a moment later Amanda appeared from the opposite direction.

“I wish you two could learn to get on” she said

“I know love” he said “I am trying to get on with her”

 

When the time came for the birthday cake everyone was crowding around the birthday girl and Eleanor was at the back of the group standing on tiptoe trying to get a better look when Greg crept up behind her and put both hands on her bum.

“Stop it” she said and pushed him away.

 

But minutes later he tried the very same move again

“Stop groping my bum” she whispered

“Well stop looking so horny then and then I won’t want to” he whispered back

Ellie stood and looked at him for a second as the crowd moved back out into the garden and then she slipped into the downstairs toilet.

 

Greg was sitting at the kitchen table when Ellie returned and she looked at him to make sure she had his attention as she stood in the doorway where only he could see her then she turned around and wiggled her bum at him provocatively, Greg stared open mouthed and then when she had finished she walked into the kitchen and gave him a filthy leer just as Amanda walked in

“Oh for God’s sake are you two still winding each other up” she barked and went back outside.

 

“I’d better go” Ellie said

“And I think you had better come with me” he said and took her hand and pulled her into the downstairs loo

“What are you doing?” she said

“What I’ve wanted to do all day” he replied and kissed her

 

Greg was sitting on the toilet with Ellie sitting on his knee as they kissed and when it was over he said

“That’s better”

“So have you finished with your bit on the side?” she asked as she stood up

“What do you mean?”

“Well that’s what I am” she said

“And I want more”

“What, your Mr Right you mean?”  

“No, I don’t mean that” she snapped

 “I’m not looking for Mr Right anymore”

“Really?” he said “Why not?”

“Because I’ve already found him”

“Oh” Greg said crestfallen

“And I’ve just been kissing him”

“Do you mean it?” he asked daring to hope

“Yes” she replied and buried her face in his chest

“Then we need to talk about it seriously, today” he said and kissed the top of her head

“But how can we?” she asked despairingly

“Well if you were to get a migraine then we can” he replied but she just looked at him blankly so he explained his plan.

 

So ten minutes later he was sitting in the kitchen again when Amanda walked unsteadily in from the garden and slurred

“I know you don’t like her Greg but could you please be a dear and take Eleanor home, she has a migraine”

“Of course” he replied

 

So he agreed to take Ellie home but he didn’t take her straight home, instead he drove her up to Teardrop Lake where they spent the next two hours discussing their future together.

 

Their biggest hurdle was telling Amanda, which they decided they shouldn’t do on her birthday, so they left it until the following weekend and the news was greeted with hugs and kisses because she had met someone on one of her trips to Sunderland and she had been trying to work up the courage to tell him for over a year.

So they were both able to start new lives.

AS JOYOUS AS A SONG

 

My love for you

Is as joyous as a song,

Sung in congregation

With the faithful throng

IT’S A BLESSED MIRACLE

 

It’s a blessed miracle

I've been in love with the same woman

For more than fifty years!

It’s a greater miracle

That my wife has never found out,

If she did it would end in tears

OUR LOVE IS OLD

 

Our love is old,

Our love is true,

When we’re apart

Our hearts are blue

I love you madly

And you love me too

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (64) Molly’s Scarlet Study

 

Molly Webb was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford in the 1990’s 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 girlfriend Samantha Ryan, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.

When they first met, Sam thought she 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 Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved both men and women in equal measure.

But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha 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.

 

So being at a large Hospital Molly 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.

What she didn’t know at the time was that firstly the gift was from Polly and secondly it was merely a device to lure Molly to the Spa where she could seduce her in the sauna.

Suffice is to say that following that they spent most of their time enjoying each other rather than the extensive menu that the Spa had to offer.

Unfortunately in the weeks following the Spa break there was no repeat of the intimacy between them and Molly had to content herself with Samantha, who compared to Polly Jones was definitely second best, by quite a distance.

 

She didn’t even get to see much of Polly at work due to their shift patterns so she was delighted when she got a phone call from her on Friday afternoon even though it was a bit matter of fact.

“Can you do me a favour Molly?” she asked

“Sure”

“I left my purse in my desk drawer” she explained

“Ok”

“Could you be a honey and drop it off on your way home?”

“No problem” Molly said as she drove past Forestdean on the way to Shallowfield.

“Great, I’ll see you later then, bye”

Molly went to her desk and retrieved the purse and slipped it in her pocket.

 

After her shift ended she went to the ladies and freshened herself up and then she drove to Polly’s house.

She parked on the paved drive and walked to the door, she was just about to knock when it opened and Derek came out.

“Oh hi Molly” he said “she’s in the study, bye”

“Ok bye”  

         

She had been to the house once before and knew where the study was so she closed the front door and walked down the hall and knocked on the door.

“Come in” Polly called, so she opened the door and stepped in and Polly was sat behind the desk in the big leather reclining chair but had her back to the door.

“Hi Poll I’ve got your phone”

“Thanks, I’ve got something for you too” she replied and swung the chair around to reveal that she was wearing the slutty red see through lingerie Molly had bought her for Christmas, along with red stockings and suspenders.

“I bet you’ve been dying to see me in these” she said

“I really have” Molly said and approached the desk and shed her uniform as she walked.

ODE TO MY BEAU

You hold back the night

With your gallantry

You subdue my fears

With your chivalry

You hold me in the light

With your passion for me