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.
But after that, on the
rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always
made the most of it, but most of the time they just stole a few hours here and
there.
However in December, for
a variety of reasons, several weeks had passed and they hadn’t been able to
grab even a few minutes together.
In fact the first time
he had seen her in a fortnight was on the day when he had driven over to
Abbottsford to do a bit of Christmas shopping, which was when he bumped into Francesca
coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop, Silk and Lace, in the Phoenix
Shopping Centre.
“Hello darling” she
said and air kissed him and then she spotted him looking at the designer
carrier bag she was carrying.
“No you can’t look at
them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind
seeing them on you, if you insist” he offered
“You’re incorrigible,”
she said
“Is that a maybe?” he
asked
Unmoved she shook her
head disappointedly.
“The chance would be a
fine thing anyway” she said quietly
“Have you got time for
a coffee?”
“I do” he replied
They went into the Espresso
Phoenix coffee house, a really nice one, not one of the chains, and he ordered
the drinks as Francesca sat in the corner.
When he joined her he
asked
“How about Saturday?”
“For what?” she asked
innocently
“To show me your new
underwear” he said
“No” she replied
“Why not?” he asked,
“I have to go to a
dinner party at Mornington Manor”
She replied “but I
don’t really want to go”
He looked at her with
puzzlement and then said
“So don’t go, and let
me spend the night doing all those things to you that fill your imagination
when you’re alone”
That made her blush
scarlet and avert her gaze but after a few moments she looked back at him and
smiled.
“I have to go, I’m expected”
she said but she reached under the table and held his hand
“But I want what you
want”
“I understand” he said
“It will be soon
though wont it?” she asked earnestly and held his hand tightly under the table.
“Yes” he replied
When they left the
coffee house they air kissed and went their separate ways.
Paul was working all
day Saturday, so he wasn’t able to get away to the caravan in Sharpington, as
he normally would, so he was at home in his flat and spent Saturday night
watching a movie and drinking wine but at some point he leant back against the
cushions and promptly fell asleep.
He woke up just after
eleven o’clock, and he only woke up then because he needed a pee, so he got up
and attended to the matter in hand.
When he finished answering
his call of nature he was decidedly peckish so he went to the kitchen and made
himself a snack.
Paul then returned to
his sofa, restarted the movie he had begun watching four hours earlier and sat
eating cheese and biscuits’ as he watched Richard Burton and Clint Eastwood
taking on the Nazis.
At the end of the film
he was still wide-awake so he got up and chose another DVD off the shelf.
He was about a quarter
of the way through “The Fifth Element” when he detected the tell-tale clip clop
sound of a woman in high heels from outside in the corridor.
He glanced at the
clock and thought it must be his neighbour Elaine arriving home from somewhere
so he returned his attention back to the action.
A moment later there
was a knock on the front door and he checked the clock again before he got up
and walked out into the hall, he guessed that Elaine had locked herself out and
was knocking for the spare key.
So he opened the door
and to his surprise a rather tipsy Francesca almost fell through it.
“Hello Paulie” she
said with a flourish.
Francesca was
immaculately dressed as usual in a full length green halter necked designer
evening dress and a lavish faux fur shrug.
“Wow” he said, “you
look stunning”
“Bless you darling”
she responded
“You had a nice time
then” he said as he helped her into the house.
“I had a wonderful
time” she exclaimed
She tottered a few
steps then kicked off her shoes, which made her a little more stable on her
feet, and then she quickly progressed into the lounge.
All the while talking
nine to the dozen about how marvelous the evening was, who was there, what they
ate, who said what, and to who.
“And plenty of wine”
he asked as she plopped down on the sofa.
“I did,” she said
smiling and giggling
“I’m glad you had fun”
he said
“Me too” she said
coyly
“Good” Paul said as he
sat down next to her
“So what are you doing
here then?”
“Well I saw your
lights were still on from the taxi and I thought I’d come and tell you all
about my evening” she explained.
“Why were you in a
taxi?” he asked, “I thought you went there with the Conway’s”
“I did” Francesca said
“So why didn’t you
come back with them?” he asked
“They left early” she
said
“Could no one else
give you a lift?” he asked
“David someone
offered” she replied
“So why didn’t you
accept?”
“What kind of a woman
do you think I am? I couldn’t get in a car with a complete stranger” she said
affronted
“You weren’t that
discerning with me” he said
“That’s different” she
said “with you it doesn’t really count because you’re such a tart”
The statement caused
her to roar with laughter to such an extent that she ended up collapsing in a
heap with her head and shoulders on his lap.
“You’re my bit of
rough” she said and then she disintegrated into laughter again.
“So you decided not to
have David drive you home” he said
“It would have been
cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey only to dash
his hopes” she said
This bought about
another burst of laughter and when she eventually composed herself she was
laying at full stretch on her back looking up at Paul
“Do you still think
I’m gorgeous?” she asked, regally draped before him.
“Quite gorgeous” he
conceded
“Well quite gorgeous
won’t get you a look at the new underwear I bought in Abbottsford the other
day” she said
“I bet it does,” he
said as he slowly moved his right hand, which had been resting on her chuckling
belly, up to caress the roundness of her breast.
“Well maybe” Francesca
murmured as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes and then he began
tickling her and she was giggling so much she could barely breathe and Francesca
wriggled and squirmed beneath his gaze.
But when she got
control, Francesca suddenly sat bolt upright and she squealed frantically
“Ok, I’ll let you see
my knickers”
And then she pulled
herself up so she was seated on his lap and kissed him, he loved kissing her,
he thought she was such a great kisser, the best in his experience.
The quality of a kiss
is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual nature,
which is dependent on the perspective of the participants.
With kissing it can be
the thickness of the lips, the width of the mouth, the size of the tongue, the
size of the oral cavity and the amount of saliva produced.
For Paul, Francesca
scored highly on every criterion and as she kissed him, he thought he had died
and gone to heaven.
Once they had finished
she stood up and looked at him smugly and then took hold of his hand and she
said.
“Now come and enjoy my
gorgeousness”
Paul got to his feet
and they kissed again and then he said
“Just one question
before your deliciousness distracts me”
“What’s that darling”
she retorted
“How are we going to
get you out of here in the morning dressed like that, without anyone noticing?”
Paul said
“Let’s cross that
bridge when we come to it darling” She purred
“I just might have to
stay here with you all day, until I can leave again under the cover of
darkness”
“That sounds like a
wonderful plan” Paul said and walked her towards the bedroom and took Francesca
off to bed and let her take him to paradise.
Christmas came early
for Paul and Francesca as she did indeed stay with him until after dark on
Sunday afternoon.
She would have stayed
longer but she had to get back for the girls.
Getting her out of the
flat unnoticed was less of a problem than either of them anticipated as he had
a draw full of his sisters clothes in the spare room and they fitted his lover
well enough and as he walked her home across the golf course they were aided in
their stealth by some well-timed freezing fog.
