(Part 01)
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.
But at other times life conspired to keep them apart, illness, work commitments, family events and on one occasion it was chicken pox as Francesca’s children both had them.
Paul had never had the virus so he had to stay away but when the children were given the all clear he still couldn’t get close to her because her aunt had pitched up during the illness and stayed for two weeks after the all clear.
He knew from an earlier overheard conversation in the post office that the aunt had finally gone home so he decided to pay her a visit but because the children were in the house he left it until well after their bedtime.
He wasn’t expecting any action, it had just been so long since he’d been able to see her and hold her that he just wanted a kiss and a hug.
He took his usual route passed the Vicarage and down the lane by the church, then he took the path that crossed the golf course from where he traversed the course until he reached the back of Francesca’s house and he could see that the downstairs lights were still on.
Paul kept to the shadows and made his way up to the house and looked through the window and he could see Francesca was already in her nightclothes and as he watched her pad around the kitchen he felt the tell-tale feelings of pride and then he tapped on the window.
She looked up immediately and gave him a broad smile and opened the door
“What are you doing here?” she said but before he had chance to reply she was kissing him.
(Part 02)
Paul kept to the shadows and made his way up to the house and looked through the window and he could see Francesca was already in her nightclothes and as he watched her pad around the kitchen he felt the tell-tale feelings of pride and then he tapped on the window.
She looked up immediately and gave him a broad smile and opened the door
“What are you doing here?” she said but before he had chance to reply she was kissing him.
“I wanted to see you” he responded when she came up for air and they kissed again
“God I’ve missed you” she said and hugged him tightly
“Me too” he agreed
“We can’t do anything though” Francesca said “The children are here”
“That’s ok” he replied “I just came for a hug”
“Good because I’m going to have a bath and go to bed” she said
“Oooh that sounds nice can I join you?”
“For which?” she asked
“Both” he replied hopefully
“I thought you only came for a hug” she asked suspiciously
“I did, but a bath sounds nice” Paul said
“No” she replied
“Oh go on” he begged “we’ve never had a bath together”
“No” she repeated
“Go on you know you want to” he urged
“Well it would be nice” she mused
“It really would” he agreed
“Ok then” She said and then with a wag of her finger she added
“But no funny business”
“I promise” he said and crossed his heart
As they lay stretched out in the bath together, Francesca was lying back against his chest, she had loosely tied her hair up to keep it out of the water and he kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her.
It was a very relaxing bath and he was glad he had persuaded her to share it with him but he was enjoying it a little too much.
“You can stop that right away” she said suddenly
“Stop what?” he asked
“You know very well what” she said “We are no longer alone”
“Ah you noticed” he said
“We can’t be doing that tonight” she said and hugged his arm and then she stood up and he watched the water running over her glorious contours.
“I know, but it’s a real shame” he said and caressed her buttock.
She got out the bath first and then he followed and they began drying each other.
He was sitting on the edge of the bath drying her legs but she wrapped her arms around him and she purred
“We could do it if we’re quiet”
“I thought you said no funny business” he said
“I did” she purred and kissed him “but I love funny business”
“I love you” Paul said
“I love you and funny business” Francesca said and kissed him
“Me too” he agreed
“Stay the night with me?” she asked and he replied with a kiss.
Tuesday 30 May 2017
Monday 29 May 2017
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (67) Consulting the Pro
The Finchbottom Vale is nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are lucky enough to live there think of it as the rose between two thorns.
And at the far eastern end of the Vale was the traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, complete with a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.
The four friends had spent the morning playing a foursome at the Sharpington Dunes Golf Club, they all lived locally in the town of Sharpington-By-Sea and three of them had houses that backed onto the course.
Their foursome had become a regular fixture on their social calendars after widower Dave Whitaker had taken early retirement at the age of 50.
It seemed the right thing to do at the time, his children had flown the nest, his wife had passed and his job had lost its lustre, so he retired and he had never regretted it for a moment.
Retirement enabled him to spend time with his three favourite ladies of leisure, Sarah Price, Katie George and Wilhelmina Winten.
Sarah and Katie were both wealthy grass widows and ten years younger than he was and spinster Willi was three years older and was a retired PE Teacher.
After spending a very pleasant morning on the course they lunched at the club as was their habit and as they sat down at their regular table Willi announced
“I can’t be late home today, Marta is coming to help me tidy the attic”
“It must be important if you’re going to cut your lunch short” Sarah said and they all laughed.
“If truth be told I do rather look forward to the days Marta comes to help me” she said when the laughter had subsided
“She’s really such a nice girl and very good company”
Which was when, the waitress, Georgina, arrived at the table to take their order.
“So you’re not coming to mine for drinks this afternoon Willi?” Katie asked
“I’m afraid not” she replied
“What about you Sarah?”
“No not today” she replied reading a text on her phone “somethings come up”
“Just me and you then Dave” Katie said
“Ok with me” Dave remarked
So after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company, and feeling a little over indulged, they had a rendezvous by their trolleys and prepared for the short stroll across the 18th fairway, apart that is from Sarah Price, who was the only one of the group whose house didn’t adjoin the Golf Course, she had a flat in Jubilee court overlooking the promenade.
“I’ll say goodbye now” she said “I need to pop to the pro shop before I head home”
So while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th fairway Sarah went the other way to the pro shop.
The text she received during lunch was from David Snowdon the Golf Pro, a 6’ 2” bronzed muscular Adonis, Sarah on the other hand was not, she was attractive but she was a big buxom red head.
The bronzed God was talking to a customer when she walked in but he soon made his excuses.
“Can I help?” he said
“Yes I’m here for my Golf lesson” she replied matter of factly.
“Ok would you like to come through?”
David led her out through the door at the back of the shop and passed the stockroom, to the end of the corridor to where there was a lounge area with a Golf simulator set up.
“So what aspect of the game would you like to cover today?” he asked
“Well I have always thought that choosing the right partner is very important” Sarah said as she sidled up towards him.
“Very important” he agreed
“And the grip is also all-important” she added wrapping her arms around him.
“I have to complement you on your approach play” he said and then he kissed her as he had done many times before.
She didn’t know why a gorgeous 35 year old athletic hung was attracted to a curvaceous middle aged widow, but then she didn’t really care.
And at the far eastern end of the Vale was the traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, complete with a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.
The four friends had spent the morning playing a foursome at the Sharpington Dunes Golf Club, they all lived locally in the town of Sharpington-By-Sea and three of them had houses that backed onto the course.
Their foursome had become a regular fixture on their social calendars after widower Dave Whitaker had taken early retirement at the age of 50.
It seemed the right thing to do at the time, his children had flown the nest, his wife had passed and his job had lost its lustre, so he retired and he had never regretted it for a moment.
Retirement enabled him to spend time with his three favourite ladies of leisure, Sarah Price, Katie George and Wilhelmina Winten.
Sarah and Katie were both wealthy grass widows and ten years younger than he was and spinster Willi was three years older and was a retired PE Teacher.
After spending a very pleasant morning on the course they lunched at the club as was their habit and as they sat down at their regular table Willi announced
“I can’t be late home today, Marta is coming to help me tidy the attic”
“It must be important if you’re going to cut your lunch short” Sarah said and they all laughed.
“If truth be told I do rather look forward to the days Marta comes to help me” she said when the laughter had subsided
“She’s really such a nice girl and very good company”
Which was when, the waitress, Georgina, arrived at the table to take their order.
“So you’re not coming to mine for drinks this afternoon Willi?” Katie asked
“I’m afraid not” she replied
“What about you Sarah?”
“No not today” she replied reading a text on her phone “somethings come up”
“Just me and you then Dave” Katie said
“Ok with me” Dave remarked
So after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company, and feeling a little over indulged, they had a rendezvous by their trolleys and prepared for the short stroll across the 18th fairway, apart that is from Sarah Price, who was the only one of the group whose house didn’t adjoin the Golf Course, she had a flat in Jubilee court overlooking the promenade.
“I’ll say goodbye now” she said “I need to pop to the pro shop before I head home”
So while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th fairway Sarah went the other way to the pro shop.
The text she received during lunch was from David Snowdon the Golf Pro, a 6’ 2” bronzed muscular Adonis, Sarah on the other hand was not, she was attractive but she was a big buxom red head.
The bronzed God was talking to a customer when she walked in but he soon made his excuses.
“Can I help?” he said
“Yes I’m here for my Golf lesson” she replied matter of factly.
“Ok would you like to come through?”
David led her out through the door at the back of the shop and passed the stockroom, to the end of the corridor to where there was a lounge area with a Golf simulator set up.
“So what aspect of the game would you like to cover today?” he asked
“Well I have always thought that choosing the right partner is very important” Sarah said as she sidled up towards him.
“Very important” he agreed
“And the grip is also all-important” she added wrapping her arms around him.
“I have to complement you on your approach play” he said and then he kissed her as he had done many times before.
She didn’t know why a gorgeous 35 year old athletic hung was attracted to a curvaceous middle aged widow, but then she didn’t really care.
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (70) Love at Lovers Leap
Martin Price was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake as he did every summer as 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 one of the reasons he chose it.
A lot of fishermen, walkers and avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale.
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 the forest as well, some in use and some not.
It was both idyllic and peaceful, and there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there were no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.
But he wasn’t there just for the scenery and he had spent the first week of his holiday reacquainting himself with some of his old friends while making some new ones along the way, that was after all what he loved, he was first and foremost a social animal, but the one thing that Martin definitely hadn’t gone to Teardrop Lake for was to fall in love, but he did so nonetheless, not once but twice.
But it wasn’t just socializing that brought him back to Teardrop Lake year after year, because he did enjoy the Dancingdean Forest and his Lakeside walks immensely.
On one particular occasion he took a longer than usual walk owing to the larger than usual lunch he had consumed when he ran into Paula Rees, who worked at the Lodge along with her best friend Kerry Long.
She looked rather lost and lonely without her outgoing and bubbly sidekick Kerry.
Paula was a quiet, caramel skinned beauty who lived in the shadow of her more confident pale skinned friend.
The fact that she was adrift was evidenced by the rather pathetically forlorn creature that was ambling towards him.
“Hello Paula” he said
“Oh hello”
“You a bit fed up? Are you missing Kerry?” he asked
“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few days”
She looked rather sad, which was possibly what tweaked at his heart strings, but unbeknown to him this chance meeting was anything but, because despite her being a fresh faced 20 year old student she was no innocent.
Being make up free made her pretty rather than beautiful but she knew how to use what she had with subtlety.
However Martin’s only thought was to cheer her up and put a smile on her soft lips, while she was lost and alone, he should have known better as he had fallen into that trap already with her friend, but he thought it truly serendipitous to meet her at the time.
Her friend Kerry on the other hand was cut from different cloth which was the most fundamental way in which she differed from Paula.
Kerry didn’t do things by chance, and she never went out without make up and when he had met her a few days earlier walking down that lane from the lodge it was because she had planned it that way whereas Paula was more haphazard.
Kerry was more calculating and when he had met her a few days earlier on the jetty by the lodge it was because she had planned it that way.
They ended up becalmed in the middle of the lake where she seduced him and once she had him body and soul, she cast him aside.
So he should have been a little more cautious with her friend but on that day fate had taken a hand.
“I’m just going for a walk” he said “would you like to keep me company?”
“Yes please” she replied
They walked the full length of the Northern perimeter road, from the Shallowfield Lodge all the way to lovers leap.
Once they had ooh’d and aah’d at the wonderful view out across the Dancingdean Forest proper Paula spread her towel on the flat rocky surface and lay down on her back.
Martin lay down beside her and she began caressing his hand and moments later they were kissing
So he made love to the dark skinned dusky and exotic Paula on the rocky outcrop of lover’s leap, her beautiful caramel skin glowing with lustre, only a few days after having the pale skinned peaches and cream Kerry steal his heart and break it in the same instant out on the lake.
He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to, being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age of 20 but he did so, and found that brash calculating Kerry failed to measure up to sweet quiet Paula in every way imaginable.
And on that day Paula took his heart and cherished it for a lifetime.
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 one of the reasons he chose it.
A lot of fishermen, walkers and avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale.
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 the forest as well, some in use and some not.
It was both idyllic and peaceful, and there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there were no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.
But he wasn’t there just for the scenery and he had spent the first week of his holiday reacquainting himself with some of his old friends while making some new ones along the way, that was after all what he loved, he was first and foremost a social animal, but the one thing that Martin definitely hadn’t gone to Teardrop Lake for was to fall in love, but he did so nonetheless, not once but twice.
But it wasn’t just socializing that brought him back to Teardrop Lake year after year, because he did enjoy the Dancingdean Forest and his Lakeside walks immensely.
On one particular occasion he took a longer than usual walk owing to the larger than usual lunch he had consumed when he ran into Paula Rees, who worked at the Lodge along with her best friend Kerry Long.
She looked rather lost and lonely without her outgoing and bubbly sidekick Kerry.
Paula was a quiet, caramel skinned beauty who lived in the shadow of her more confident pale skinned friend.
The fact that she was adrift was evidenced by the rather pathetically forlorn creature that was ambling towards him.
“Hello Paula” he said
“Oh hello”
“You a bit fed up? Are you missing Kerry?” he asked
“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few days”
She looked rather sad, which was possibly what tweaked at his heart strings, but unbeknown to him this chance meeting was anything but, because despite her being a fresh faced 20 year old student she was no innocent.
Being make up free made her pretty rather than beautiful but she knew how to use what she had with subtlety.
However Martin’s only thought was to cheer her up and put a smile on her soft lips, while she was lost and alone, he should have known better as he had fallen into that trap already with her friend, but he thought it truly serendipitous to meet her at the time.
Her friend Kerry on the other hand was cut from different cloth which was the most fundamental way in which she differed from Paula.
Kerry didn’t do things by chance, and she never went out without make up and when he had met her a few days earlier walking down that lane from the lodge it was because she had planned it that way whereas Paula was more haphazard.
Kerry was more calculating and when he had met her a few days earlier on the jetty by the lodge it was because she had planned it that way.
They ended up becalmed in the middle of the lake where she seduced him and once she had him body and soul, she cast him aside.
So he should have been a little more cautious with her friend but on that day fate had taken a hand.
“I’m just going for a walk” he said “would you like to keep me company?”
“Yes please” she replied
They walked the full length of the Northern perimeter road, from the Shallowfield Lodge all the way to lovers leap.
Once they had ooh’d and aah’d at the wonderful view out across the Dancingdean Forest proper Paula spread her towel on the flat rocky surface and lay down on her back.
Martin lay down beside her and she began caressing his hand and moments later they were kissing
So he made love to the dark skinned dusky and exotic Paula on the rocky outcrop of lover’s leap, her beautiful caramel skin glowing with lustre, only a few days after having the pale skinned peaches and cream Kerry steal his heart and break it in the same instant out on the lake.
He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to, being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age of 20 but he did so, and found that brash calculating Kerry failed to measure up to sweet quiet Paula in every way imaginable.
And on that day Paula took his heart and cherished it for a lifetime.
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (69) A Poor Little Rich Boy’s Christmas
Phil Marshall was 22 years old and an only child who lived with his parents in a huge 10 bedroom house in the village of Shallowfield on the edge of the Dancingdean Forest, and he had led a very privileged life and he was spoilt and conceited and had grown accustomed to always getting what he wanted.
So when the Purcell’s came to stay for the family Christmas gathering in the 1990’s and he set his cap for their eldest daughter Denise he fully expected to get his wish and sleep her.
She was a year younger than him with flaming red shoulder length hair and a busty undulating form that made his heart race.
He planned on wasting no time in getting in his Cousin Denise’s bed but alas on the first night beneath the Marshall’s roof he fell asleep while he waited for the house to fall silent.
So on the second night he made sure he didn’t succumb to sleep before Denise succumbed to his lust.
It was just after 1 am when he tiptoed across the landing in a Santa Suit, full of expectation but as he slowly opened the door he was greeted by the discouraging sight of Denise cuddled beneath the duvet with the family housekeeper Josie McCalonan.
As he stood watching, Denise suddenly opened her eyes and realised he was there and said
“There’s no one in here for you Santa we’ve had out presents” and she smiled contentedly.
Phil closed the door and turned around to find Denise’s older sister Rachel standing by her open bedroom door and as Rachel had carried a torch for Phil for several years she said.
“If she’s not interested I wouldn’t say no to a present”
Rachel was not as pretty or busty or as sexy as her sister but she was obviously straight, she was willing and she was standing across the landing so Phil decided that she may have been second best but he knew that she would still give him a Christmas to remember.
So when the Purcell’s came to stay for the family Christmas gathering in the 1990’s and he set his cap for their eldest daughter Denise he fully expected to get his wish and sleep her.
She was a year younger than him with flaming red shoulder length hair and a busty undulating form that made his heart race.
He planned on wasting no time in getting in his Cousin Denise’s bed but alas on the first night beneath the Marshall’s roof he fell asleep while he waited for the house to fall silent.
So on the second night he made sure he didn’t succumb to sleep before Denise succumbed to his lust.
It was just after 1 am when he tiptoed across the landing in a Santa Suit, full of expectation but as he slowly opened the door he was greeted by the discouraging sight of Denise cuddled beneath the duvet with the family housekeeper Josie McCalonan.
As he stood watching, Denise suddenly opened her eyes and realised he was there and said
“There’s no one in here for you Santa we’ve had out presents” and she smiled contentedly.
Phil closed the door and turned around to find Denise’s older sister Rachel standing by her open bedroom door and as Rachel had carried a torch for Phil for several years she said.
“If she’s not interested I wouldn’t say no to a present”
Rachel was not as pretty or busty or as sexy as her sister but she was obviously straight, she was willing and she was standing across the landing so Phil decided that she may have been second best but he knew that she would still give him a Christmas to remember.
Sunday 28 May 2017
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (68) Molly’s Breakfast Suprise
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 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 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.
Another regular recipient of her not inconsiderable lust was paediatric registrar Polly Jones, a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes who was to all intents and purposes happily married to an oncologist, and she was happily married and had never been unfaithful to him with another man but other women were another matter and Molly was one of those lucky women.
They got together whenever they could, not as often as Molly would have liked but they made the most of it when they did.
They just had to be patient but for Molly that was sometimes easier said than done.
Polly was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier in fact, by a rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle filling probably.
She looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and it appeared she had an unexpected houseguest, she had no idea who it was and frankly it could have been anyone.
She knew who it wasn’t, her husband Derek, he was in Geneva for an Oncology seminar.
She was a bit miffed about being woken up as she was having a delicious dream about an operating table and the theatre sister, so she got out of bed and went to investigate the noise wearing a frown.
She threw on her robe and crept quietly downstairs, pausing only to stop and pick up a vase for self-defence.
But as she approached the kitchen Polly suddenly hesitated as she caught sight of Molly sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for the kettle to boil.
She didn’t make her presence known, instead she watched her through the crack in the door and smiled, because she was pleased to see her, because Polly had fallen in love with the slutty nurse.
“What are you doing here?” she asked “I thought you were on nights”
“I was but I swapped shifts with Danny” she replied
“Why?” Polly asked as she walked towards Molly and kissing her full on the mouth.
“Because I knew you were home alone and I really wanted to see you” Molly replied
“You’re horny you mean”
“Well yes, but that’s not the reason” she said
“Why then? If you just needed your itch scratching you could have used Samantha” Polly pointed out
“Because I missed you” she replied “and I just wanted to see you”
“So if I suggested that we just have breakfast together and nothing else, you would be happy with that”
“Yes” she replied and look down at her lap
“Because you’re special”
“What do you mean?” Polly asked with a racing heart
“I mean I think you’re special” she said “Very special”
“Are you trying to say what I think you’re trying to say?” Polly asked and held her breath
“Yes”
“You have to say it then” Polly insisted
It was hard for Molly because she’d never said it before, and meant it, because she had never felt it before but she took a deep breath and said
“I love you”
“Oh God I love you too” Polly said and wrapped her arms around her.
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 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.
Another regular recipient of her not inconsiderable lust was paediatric registrar Polly Jones, a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes who was to all intents and purposes happily married to an oncologist, and she was happily married and had never been unfaithful to him with another man but other women were another matter and Molly was one of those lucky women.
They got together whenever they could, not as often as Molly would have liked but they made the most of it when they did.
They just had to be patient but for Molly that was sometimes easier said than done.
Polly was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier in fact, by a rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle filling probably.
She looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and it appeared she had an unexpected houseguest, she had no idea who it was and frankly it could have been anyone.
She knew who it wasn’t, her husband Derek, he was in Geneva for an Oncology seminar.
She was a bit miffed about being woken up as she was having a delicious dream about an operating table and the theatre sister, so she got out of bed and went to investigate the noise wearing a frown.
She threw on her robe and crept quietly downstairs, pausing only to stop and pick up a vase for self-defence.
But as she approached the kitchen Polly suddenly hesitated as she caught sight of Molly sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for the kettle to boil.
She didn’t make her presence known, instead she watched her through the crack in the door and smiled, because she was pleased to see her, because Polly had fallen in love with the slutty nurse.
“What are you doing here?” she asked “I thought you were on nights”
“I was but I swapped shifts with Danny” she replied
“Why?” Polly asked as she walked towards Molly and kissing her full on the mouth.
“Because I knew you were home alone and I really wanted to see you” Molly replied
“You’re horny you mean”
“Well yes, but that’s not the reason” she said
“Why then? If you just needed your itch scratching you could have used Samantha” Polly pointed out
“Because I missed you” she replied “and I just wanted to see you”
“So if I suggested that we just have breakfast together and nothing else, you would be happy with that”
“Yes” she replied and look down at her lap
“Because you’re special”
“What do you mean?” Polly asked with a racing heart
“I mean I think you’re special” she said “Very special”
“Are you trying to say what I think you’re trying to say?” Polly asked and held her breath
“Yes”
“You have to say it then” Polly insisted
It was hard for Molly because she’d never said it before, and meant it, because she had never felt it before but she took a deep breath and said
“I love you”
“Oh God I love you too” Polly said and wrapped her arms around her.
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (67) A Solicitor’s Deposition
(Part 01)
Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles were a firm of Shallowfield Solicitors with a very good reputation and a varied clientele and they handled a wide variety of legal work and kept a healthy number of Solicitors and large number of staff gainfully employed.
One of whom was 48 year old Divorcee Kayleigh Mascia who had been a Solicitor with the firm all of her professional life.
And during that long career she had given everything to the firm which had ultimately cost her her marriage and she never once questioned her commitment, but shortly after her 48th birthday she met Steve May.
Steve was the brother of one of her clients and she met him when he accompanied his sister to the office and they hit it off and on one visit an invitation was extended for him to join her for a coffee and he accepted, which she was delighted with, much more so than she would have expected.
He was an attractive man, tall and slim in his early fifties who always wore a tailored Italian suit, but it wasn’t his physique or taste in clothes that turned her head, it was his soulful eyes and when Steve cast those soulful eyes in her direction he was instantly struck by cupid’s arrow and when she spoke in her soft Downshire accent he was spellbound.
Kayleigh was petite and dainty with a pretty fine featured face framed by an abundance of red curly hair.
They were both divorcees and wary of going down the marriage path again and they rather liked the casual nature of their relationship which was similarly very discrete.
His visits to the office followed by coffee at Addison’s Cafe became a regular thing, and this later led to dinner a couple of nights a week at least.
But when his sister’s divorce was finalized he had no other reason to go to the offices other than to see her and if they continued they would doubtless have raised a few eyebrows, and they weren’t ready for that.
So they sought out other venues, where they could go to avoid prying eyes, they couldn’t go to her place because she had very nosy neighbours and they couldn’t go to his because he was house sharing with his sister since her divorce.
They could have gone farther afield and stayed at a Hotel, that was certainly an option, but twice a week, every week was not financially sustainable, and their relationship had, at that time not reached the level of intimacy where they could share a room, and they thought it would have made it all a bit seedy anyway and they didn’t want that, they just wanted to enjoy each other’s company.
Which was why they had to start thinking outside the box.
Some of Kayleigh’s clients didn’t like meeting at Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles or their own homes or premises for that matter so it was sometimes necessary to hold meetings in Hotel conference rooms or suites.
One of her favourite Hotels for such meetings was the Clayton Manor who had a reputation for discretion.
But conference rooms and suites were not hired by the hour, not at the Clayton anyway and such meeting never lasted all day so they had a venue where they could meet, and as the room hire was charged to the client’s account there was no cost involved to them.
(Part 02)
Some of Kayleigh’s clients didn’t like meeting at Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles or their own homes or premises for that matter so it was sometimes necessary to hold meetings in Hotel conference rooms or suites.
One of her favourite Hotels for such meetings was the Clayton Manor who had a reputation for discretion.
But conference rooms and suites were not hired by the hour, not at the Clayton anyway and such meeting never lasted all day so they had a venue where they could meet, and as the room hire was charged to the client’s account there was no cost involved to them.
In addition Gary Playford, the Hotel manager, was very accommodating, and once her client had departed, he would have the room set up for intimate dining, and would ensure once her dinner guest had arrived that they were not disturbed.
Steve arrived at the Clayton Manor Hotel shortly before lunch and, not for the first time, made himself known to the receptionist who had been told to expect him.
“Steve May” he said “I’m here to give a deposition”
But although they had met at the Clayton several times before this occasion was not going to be like his previous visits.
He was suited and booted in his hand made suit and Italia kid leather shoes and was directed to the second floor.
“The second floor?” he queried “I didn’t know you had meeting rooms on the second floor”
“You will be met at the elevator” the receptionist responded
He entered the lift and pressed 2 and when the doors opened he was greeted formally by Kayleigh in her Solicitorial way
“Hello Mr May” she said and shook his hand “Would you like to follow me, we’re in room 207”
So he followed her down the corridor until they arrived at their destination, Suite 207, very plush, and hanging on the door handle was a sign which read “Legal Deposition being taken DO NOT ENTER”
Just inside the door there was table bearing a briefcase and a pile of legal papers, just as you would be expected to find if it really was an official Deposition.
But Kayleigh led him beyond the vestibule and into the sitting room of the suite which had a dining table and two chairs in the centre of the room which was laid ready for an intimate dinner for two and the room was sympathetically lit for the occasion.
“Do you like it?” she asked as she walked toward him, she wanted everything to be just right because she had decided that that was the day that they took their relationship to the next level.
“Very nice” he said and stepped forward to meet her and then they kissed.
The kiss was of such intensity that Kayleigh was left in no doubt that Steve acquiesced with her plans.
So they shared a wonderful meal in their suite, all washed down with French Champagne, after which she had him for desert.
Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles were a firm of Shallowfield Solicitors with a very good reputation and a varied clientele and they handled a wide variety of legal work and kept a healthy number of Solicitors and large number of staff gainfully employed.
One of whom was 48 year old Divorcee Kayleigh Mascia who had been a Solicitor with the firm all of her professional life.
And during that long career she had given everything to the firm which had ultimately cost her her marriage and she never once questioned her commitment, but shortly after her 48th birthday she met Steve May.
Steve was the brother of one of her clients and she met him when he accompanied his sister to the office and they hit it off and on one visit an invitation was extended for him to join her for a coffee and he accepted, which she was delighted with, much more so than she would have expected.
He was an attractive man, tall and slim in his early fifties who always wore a tailored Italian suit, but it wasn’t his physique or taste in clothes that turned her head, it was his soulful eyes and when Steve cast those soulful eyes in her direction he was instantly struck by cupid’s arrow and when she spoke in her soft Downshire accent he was spellbound.
Kayleigh was petite and dainty with a pretty fine featured face framed by an abundance of red curly hair.
They were both divorcees and wary of going down the marriage path again and they rather liked the casual nature of their relationship which was similarly very discrete.
His visits to the office followed by coffee at Addison’s Cafe became a regular thing, and this later led to dinner a couple of nights a week at least.
But when his sister’s divorce was finalized he had no other reason to go to the offices other than to see her and if they continued they would doubtless have raised a few eyebrows, and they weren’t ready for that.
So they sought out other venues, where they could go to avoid prying eyes, they couldn’t go to her place because she had very nosy neighbours and they couldn’t go to his because he was house sharing with his sister since her divorce.
They could have gone farther afield and stayed at a Hotel, that was certainly an option, but twice a week, every week was not financially sustainable, and their relationship had, at that time not reached the level of intimacy where they could share a room, and they thought it would have made it all a bit seedy anyway and they didn’t want that, they just wanted to enjoy each other’s company.
Which was why they had to start thinking outside the box.
Some of Kayleigh’s clients didn’t like meeting at Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles or their own homes or premises for that matter so it was sometimes necessary to hold meetings in Hotel conference rooms or suites.
One of her favourite Hotels for such meetings was the Clayton Manor who had a reputation for discretion.
But conference rooms and suites were not hired by the hour, not at the Clayton anyway and such meeting never lasted all day so they had a venue where they could meet, and as the room hire was charged to the client’s account there was no cost involved to them.
(Part 02)
Some of Kayleigh’s clients didn’t like meeting at Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles or their own homes or premises for that matter so it was sometimes necessary to hold meetings in Hotel conference rooms or suites.
One of her favourite Hotels for such meetings was the Clayton Manor who had a reputation for discretion.
But conference rooms and suites were not hired by the hour, not at the Clayton anyway and such meeting never lasted all day so they had a venue where they could meet, and as the room hire was charged to the client’s account there was no cost involved to them.
In addition Gary Playford, the Hotel manager, was very accommodating, and once her client had departed, he would have the room set up for intimate dining, and would ensure once her dinner guest had arrived that they were not disturbed.
Steve arrived at the Clayton Manor Hotel shortly before lunch and, not for the first time, made himself known to the receptionist who had been told to expect him.
“Steve May” he said “I’m here to give a deposition”
But although they had met at the Clayton several times before this occasion was not going to be like his previous visits.
He was suited and booted in his hand made suit and Italia kid leather shoes and was directed to the second floor.
“The second floor?” he queried “I didn’t know you had meeting rooms on the second floor”
“You will be met at the elevator” the receptionist responded
He entered the lift and pressed 2 and when the doors opened he was greeted formally by Kayleigh in her Solicitorial way
“Hello Mr May” she said and shook his hand “Would you like to follow me, we’re in room 207”
So he followed her down the corridor until they arrived at their destination, Suite 207, very plush, and hanging on the door handle was a sign which read “Legal Deposition being taken DO NOT ENTER”
Just inside the door there was table bearing a briefcase and a pile of legal papers, just as you would be expected to find if it really was an official Deposition.
But Kayleigh led him beyond the vestibule and into the sitting room of the suite which had a dining table and two chairs in the centre of the room which was laid ready for an intimate dinner for two and the room was sympathetically lit for the occasion.
“Do you like it?” she asked as she walked toward him, she wanted everything to be just right because she had decided that that was the day that they took their relationship to the next level.
“Very nice” he said and stepped forward to meet her and then they kissed.
The kiss was of such intensity that Kayleigh was left in no doubt that Steve acquiesced with her plans.
So they shared a wonderful meal in their suite, all washed down with French Champagne, after which she had him for desert.
Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (66) Rained Off
(Part 01)
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.
(Part 02)
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.
(Part 03)
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
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.
(Part 02)
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.
(Part 03)
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
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