Tommy Weir’s cab arrived back at the Tipton Country Park Hotel in the North Downshire village of Tipton just as the snow began to fall again.
He paid the driver and
then he and Danny walked into the plush panelled lobby of the hotel.
It had been a really
nice evening out, a phenomenal meal and good company.
There were forty of
them at the restaurant, colleagues from all over Europe some of them were
strangers, some were close friends and some of them more so.
“Night cap?” Tommy
asked
“No thanks’ mate I’m
on the red eye in the morning” Danny replied.
Tommy looked at his
watch and saw it was already morning.
“I’ll say goodnight
then” he said and they shook hands and Danny headed for the desk.
Tom was definitely up
for one, so he headed for the bar.
There were only a
handful of people in there at that hour and as he caught the night porter’s eye
he said “Southern Comfort please, a large one”
“Make that two” a
voice said from behind him.
He recognised the
voice immediately, those wonderful plummy tones were acutely familiar to him,
perfect English, each vowel dripping with sexuality, so he said to the barman
“Two”
Then he turned around
and looked at the woman who had been the object of his lust for nine months and
an unrequited love for three of those and very much requited for another three
of them.
Justine Khan was his
older woman, his cougar to use the modern parlance.
She was a few months
on the wrong side of fifty but still beautiful in his eyes even though he was
fifteen years younger.
Justine and Tommy had
shared an office at Brocklington Broadcast International for over a year, and at first he loathed her, he thought she was vain,
overbearing and manipulative and her opinion of him was much the same.
They even lived in the
same village, Dulcet St Mary and attended the same church, St Mary of Bethany.
They sang in the same choir and sat on the same committees so there was no escape for him from the bloody woman.
But as the weeks
changed into months his feelings for her changed with them.
Justine had an
Egyptian father and an English mother which left her with a dark complexion and
western features.
She was an exotic
looking woman with jet black hair and large brown eyes.
Justine was a tall
woman, slender and very well endowed with legs to die for.
He would
surreptitiously watch her move around the office on her shapely legs, admiring
the tightness of her skirt around her hips and buttocks as she bent.
And when she was sat
at her desk his eyes would stray to her gaping blouse and the treasures
contained within.
But it wasn’t until a
grey overcast day in June, on an office beano to Epsom Downs that they showed
each other in no uncertain terms how they felt, when as the Derby favourites
thundered towards the finish line Justine and Tommy, away from prying eyes,
kissed for the first time.
And as they kissed he
unzipped her leather jacket and slipped his hands inside her shirt to caress
her naked skin.
Over the weeks that
followed that first kiss on the racecourse, so did more sensual moments of
intimacy, but they were really only tasters of what the two of them truly
desired.
They had tried on
several occasions to engineer an opportunity to take their burgeoning
relationship to the next level.
One such opportunity
was a three day trip to visit suppliers, which they got rubber stamped by
management and booked appointments and hotels and they were feeling very
pleased with themselves for their lustful scheming.
However an unseen hand
dealt them a bitter blow when Justine went down with laryngitis.
Afterwards they tried
to just arrange a simple dirty weekend away, Abbotsford, Abbeyvale, Applesford
and even other places that didn’t begin with the letter A.
They even devised an
intricate scenario for the benefit of Justine’s husband, Sammi, which he
swallowed hook, line and sinker but then that failed at the eleventh hour when
Tommy broke his wrist.
However even though it
seemed like the fates were against them they decided they should have one last
role of the dice.
So it was at the Brocklington Broadcast
International Christmas Party weekend in
Tipton that they planned to finally consummate their lust.
They had been out to a
restaurant in Roespring called The Old School House and they had spent the evening
sitting at the same table during the dinner, discreetly holding hands under the
table, but as they left at the end of the evening they got separated and ended
up in different cabs.
Tommy obviously
thought that fate had interceded once again and their last chance had gone.
He supposed that it
would be more devastating to him than to her because although he was single
man, Justine was a married woman, which meant that for her there was some guilt
involved, even if her husband Sammi was a complete waste of space.
But despite any
perceived guilt Tommy was delighted to find Justine was waiting for him in the
bar when he got back to the hotel.
He hadn’t taken into
account that she would want it as bad as he did.
They sat in the corner
of the bar and finished their drink.
“Another?” he asked
“I don’t think so”
Justine said sharply and stood up, took his hand and dragged him to his feet.
“Let’s have the next
one in my room” she said and led him by the hand through the plush reception
area, with its brass fittings and oak wood paneling and green leather
upholstery, up to the reception desk and collected their room keys.
With the key cards in
hand Justine hurried him along the corridor and her wonderful plummy tones
accompanied him all the way down the corridor until they finally arrived at
their destination which was Justine’s room where they stood in the corridor and
kissed.
At first it was the
usual semi controlled kissing they had done so many times before but it quickly
became hot and passionate as his hand sought out her breast, which was when she
broke away and opened the door.
“Are you sure you want
to do this?” he asked
“God yes” Justine
replied and pulled him into the room.
Once inside the room
he was eager to get started again and immediately tried to get inside her
clothes.
Justine however put a
stop to things and said
“Not so fast, I want
everything to be just so”
“Sorry” he responded
not quite sure what “just so” was.
But he needn’t have
worried as it seemed that she wanted to amongst other things get the lighting
right.
She was conscious of
the age difference between them and didn’t want him to be disappointed with
what she had to offer, because as a much younger man she thought he would have
been more used to firmer flesh.
He wasn’t concerned
with that what he felt for her had gone way beyond simple physical attraction
so she really didn’t have to worry.
While she set the
scene he was sent into the bathroom and while he was in there he thought it
prudent to relieve himself while he had the opportunity.
However such a natural
function normally simply rendered, is much more complicated when you are
seriously aroused.
It necessitates
adopting the posture of a ski jumper and even then it’s not always successful.
When he left the
bathroom he found the room lighting very subdued and Justine wearing only a
smile and a pair of white lace knickers showing in stark contrast against the
gorgeous dark flesh.
“Are you
disappointed?” She asked
“You’re even more
gorgeous than I had hoped” he replied.
Justine had one arm
draped across her breasts
“Good answer” she said
as she walked towards him and lowered her arm at the last second and he got his
first long lingering look at her large round breast that he had only previously
dreamed of and then she was in his arms and began undressing him.
As they lay entwined
in the afterglow, still breathing hard from their exertions.
Justine rested her
head on his chest and sighed as he reflected that making love with her was
everything he had hoped it would be and more and then they drifted off into a
sweet post coital sleep.
After a short sleep he
was awoken by Justine tenderly kissing his neck as her hand strove to awaken
the rest of him and when all of him was fully awake they made love again.
The next day when the
rest of their colleagues returned to their homes or in some cases their home
countries Justine and Tommy put into effect their plan to stay on for another
night and repeated the joyful pleasure of each other again and again.
Tommy would have
gladly continued their unions well into the New Year but alas before the
protracted Christmas break Justine dropped a bombshell on him when she took him
to one side and to his great surprise ended the affair.
“But I love you” he
said
“And I love you”
Justine concurred
“Then why?” Tommy
asked
“It has to end, not
because I don’t love you” she said “But because despite everything I still love
my husband, and I can’t cheat on him anymore”
He didn’t take the
news well and for the week between Justine dropping her bombshell and the
office closing for Christmas he barely spoke a word to her and when the office
closed for the Christmas break he left without saying goodbye, it was just too
painful for him.
On Christmas Eve he
spent the day laying on the sofa watching sentimental movies and eating comfort
food.
However come the
evening he snapped out of his torpor and walked through the snow to church.
As usual St Mary of
Bethany was well attended for Midnight Mass, despite the bitter cold and
everyone in attendance thoroughly enjoyed the service.
After the mass was
over everyone gathered at the rear of the church and shared the peace which was
when he saw her.
Tommy tried to get to
the door but Justine anticipated his move and intercepted him.
“Happy Christmas
Tommy” she said and then hugged him.
“I miss you” she
whispered
“Me too” he replied as
he hugged her.
After the hug Justine
turned to leave and Tommy said
“Happy Christmas
Justine”
She smiled and went
home, to her husband and he went home alone.
Christmas morning
began with a frosty glaze decorating the rooftops and lightly dusting the
evergreens and then as the bells rang out to celebrate the birth of the Lord
the joyous faithful arrived under a clear blue sky and the winter sun glistened
on the layer of frost coating the previous day’s snow.
It was a most glorious
Christmas morning and Tommy’s spirits were high.
Much higher than they
had been for over a week.
He met Justine outside
St Mary’s which raised his spirits even higher and he kissed her on each cheek
in the sunshine before they went inside to join the rest of the congregation.
It was an excellent
service with the Vicar at his very best.
Afterwards it took
some while for the Church to empty as everyone wanted to share their best
wishes with the Vicar and he was clearly getting over come with all the
attention.
After he left the
church and said his goodbyes he smiled at Justine and watched her walk away and
then he spent the rest of the day missing her.
In the days preceding
Christmas, Tommy had been inundated with invitations to share Christmas dinner
and as usual he was quite overwhelmed by people’s kindness.
In the end he accepted
his next door neighbour’s, the Daly’s,
invitation and enjoyed a wonderful Christmas lunch with Victoria and
Owen, where he ate too much, drank too much and left just before he over stayed
his welcome and returned home very late that evening.
And although he was
full of spirits from the Daly’s drinks cabinet his spirits were quiet low as he
was alone.
And all that night his
dreams were full of Justine and she was saying
“We have to end it”
“But I love you” he
said
“And I love you”
Justine concurred “But I can’t cheat on him anymore”
On Boxing Day he spent
much of the day in the Cross Keys and when he eventually got himself home it
was dark.
He went in and
switched the lights on and he had been home for about half an hour before he
fell asleep in his armchair and was woken about an hour later by a loud banging
on the front door.
So he dragged himself
up from his comfortable chair and dragged himself to the door and opened it.
“Hello Tommy” Justine
said
“Hi” he said groggily,
not really believing it was her.
“Can I come in?” she
asked with a shiver
“Of course, sorry,
come in” he said
She pulled off her
gloves and stuffed them in her pocket before slipping her boots off and then
handed him her hat, coat and scarf.
Justine sat down on
the sofa as far from his chair as it was possible to get and perched herself on
the edge of the seat nervously.
She wasn’t glammed up
like usual, there were no designer clothes, no silk blouse, no tailored skirt
or expensive patterned tights and overpriced shoes.
She had wellingtons on
her feet when she stepped in the house and as she sat on his sofa she had
Tigger socks on her feet and wore loose fitting trousers and a baggy sweater.
“Do you love me?” she
said suddenly
“You know that I do”
he replied
“Yes but do you really
love me, or is it just an infatuation?” She asked
“Do you love me, warts
and all, and not just in a sympathetically lit hotel room, or when I’m dressed
up to the nines, would you love me looking like this?”
“I love you with all
my heart” he replied
“But only enough to
have an affair with me” she said coldly
“That was all that was
on offer” he pointed out
“But you would be
content to continue with that though wouldn’t you?” she asked
“Only if it was that
or nothing” he said
“I thought so” she
retorted
“No you don’t
understand, I want us to be together” he said “All the time, not just when we
can connive and scheme for a stolen hour together or a dirty weekend”
“What do you mean?”
Justine asked
“I want you to leave
Sammi and be with me”
“Do you really mean
that?” she asked with tears welling up in her eyes “You’re not just saying it,
to get me into bed?”
“No of course not” he
said and knelt beside her and held her hands.
“What about the age
difference?” she asked “I was fifteen years of age when you were born, you are
a young man”
“You say that like its
news to me” she replied “I know you’re 15 years older me and I don’t care”
Tommy put his arms
around her and just held her for the next five minutes.
“You may not still
think that when you hear what I have to tell you” she said as she straightened
up and looked at his face.
“Nothing you could
possibly say could change the way I feel” he said confidently
“Don’t be so sure”
Justine retorted
“I mean what I say”
Tommy reiterated and then he watched the woman he loved take a deep breath
before she spoke.
“I have left him” she
said and his face immediately betrayed his true feelings for her and she gasped
when she saw the look of joy on his face.
“You really do love
me, for me” she said
By New Year’s Day
everyone in the village knew they were a couple and they were a cause célèbre
for a while but once Sammi had moved away and her house was sold things settled
down and by the following Christmas no one gave them a second thought, which
suited them down to the ground.
The Christmas after
that they celebrated as a married couple.
