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 sometimes they just happened.
Paul was the commercial manager at the Forest Ridge Golf Club which
was a job that gave him the opportunity to play himself.
He was quite a good golfer but he didn’t do it often as he had better
uses for his spare time, but after he started seeing Francesca he took to playing
a round of Golf more often, although in truth it was just a ruse, he would tee
off at the appropriate time and play the first three holes and then meet
Francesca in the woods for a kiss and a cuddle and if he was lucky they would
go into her house for a more comfortable cuddle, but on that particular day he
was only expecting to play Golf.
But too his great surprise and delight, as he was walking down the
fairway he saw her standing ahead of him just beyond the treeline.
Francesca was a very attractive woman, but apart from the fact she was
beautiful, sexy and breathtakingly sensual what set his heart racing was the
fact that he loved her and she loved him.
It was an unpleasant morning; warmer than it had been the previous few
weeks, but as those weeks were actually very cold that wasn’t really saying
much.
But the skies were predominantly grey, for the time being, with only
the occasional break in the cloud, but the forecast had mentioned the
possibility of sunny intervals later in the day.
The wind had a slight chill to it but was fairly light and so it
wasn’t expected to affect anyone’s scorecards too much, not that he normally
worried about that, he didn’t normally play the full 18 anyway, but that day he
was playing a friend.
Considering the morning’s grey weather, the course wasn’t very quiet
when he and Terry teed off at 8.30 there were a couple of twosomes ahead of
them and at least three foursomes behind.
As he approached, Francesca was looking lovely
“When didn’t she?” he thought to himself, and he smiled when he
noticed her ensemble.
She was wearing a grey flat cap with her shortish brown hair scraped
into a pony tail sticking out the back.
But it was the rest of her outfit that made him smile, it was as ever
all matching and perfectly co-ordinated.
In deference to the season she was dressed for the early autumn, in a
white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated
skirt, very flattering, in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle
socks, her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a
pale blue glove holding a Golfing brolley above her.
“Damn she looks good” he thought
She was kitted out as a Golfer but she wasn’t dressed to play Golf
Her rationale was that she was blending in, after all, who would look
twice at another Golfer on a Golf course.
He had seen her in that outfit many times before and on those occasion
he normally ended up removing her from it, but that was an unlikely scenario
that day.
Fortunately his friend Terry had sliced his tee shot into the woods on
the other side of the fairway so he knew he was safe to go to her for a few
minutes.
“Hi gorgeous” he said “I wasn’t expecting you to be here today”
“I wanted to see you darling” she said and they kissed
“I wanted to see you too” he confessed
They both knew what they wanted to happen; she wanted him to make love
to her and share in the afterglow and he wanted her with him to share his bed.
“Come to mine” he implored
“I can’t” she replied “I have a million things to do”
“Are you sure?” he asked
“I’m sorry,” she said and forced a smile “I can’t”
“I’ll give you lunch as well” he countered
“I want to so much” she said sadly
Just then it started raining hard so they kissed goodbye and then went
their separate ways, Francesca ran towards home and he ran across to find
Terry, by which time the rain was falling like stair rods,
Although spring was underway the leaves were yet to appear so there
was no protection from the rain,
“Shall we call it a day” Paul said
“Good idea” Terry agreed
So they took the shortest route back to the clubhouse and then Terry
dropped him off at his home.
They got absolutely soaked to the skin as they jogged and trotted to
the clubhouse so when Paul got home, the first thing he did after putting the
kettle on, was change out of his wet clothes and into a dressing gown, he couldn’t
believe in that short space of time that he could get soaked to the skin, even
his pants got wet.
As the rain continued to beat down he was sat in his kitchen drinking
coffee and regretting not being able to make love to Francesca.
He drained his cup and thought a hot shower was next on the agenda
when there was a light tapping on the kitchen window.
When he turned around all he could see was an umbrella, so he walked
to the window and the umbrella tipped backwards to reveal an absolutely sodden Francesca.
“Come round, come round” he said and went and opened the door
“You came” he said as she stepped through the door
“I couldn’t keep away” she replied and she kicked off her shoes by the
door.
“Well I think we need to get you out of those wet clothes” he advised
“You promised me lunch first” she said indignantly
“Do you want lunch first?” he queried
“No” she replied and not for the first time that day they kissed.
But before they had time to act on their desires her mobile went off.
It was in the pocket of her skirt, she took it out and sat on a
kitchen chair and answered it.
“Hi mum” she said with a grimace
“Yes I’m still in Abbottsford, if you could pick them up that would be
fab”
“No I’m not sure how long” she said and Paul held up a couple of fingers
and Francesca said “would two hours be ok? Brilliant, thanks mum, see you
later, bye”
“Two hours?” she said to him “what are we going to do for two hours?”
“Come with me and I’ll show you” he said and led her by the hand and
took her to his bedroom.
Half an hour later Francesca was draped across him with her head on
his chest.
His hand was resting on her hip so he caressed her from hip to buttock
and he kissed the top of her head and in response she hugged his torso and
sighed smugly
“Now can I have lunch?” she panted
