Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Abigail's Secret Pt 2

'l haven't asked you if you're married," | asked, eventually, although I'd checked out her wedding ring finger and

it was bare; in fact she wore no jewellery at all, and just a hint of makeup. She didn't need much with her

colouring. 'l suppose | thought if you were married you wouldn't have cfor a coffee," | added.

'I'm divorced," she said, 'a long tago.' She gavea level gaze. 'And you're single?"

'Yes, I'm single," | confirmed.

'Can | ask why you wanted to have a coffee with me?’ Abigail's face was serious. 'l mean you're a lawyer and |

stack shelves in a DIY store and I'm guessing that I'm between twenty and thirty years older than you.’

| was a little taken aback, but she was right to bring the subject up. It had been lying unspoken on the table

between us. 'I'll tell you after I've got us another coffee, | said. It gavea chance to collect my thoughts and

decide what exactly | was going to say to her. In the end | chose the truth.

'l thought you were lovely," | began. 'You had a great smile and you're attractive and | just had a strong feeling

that | wanted to get to know you. And I've really enjoyed talking to you this evening,’ | added.

‘That's very flattering, thank you.' She hesitated. 'And I've enjoyed meeting you.' It sounded like a preamble to a

goodbye.

‘I'd very much like to see you again, Abigail," | said quickly. 'Maybe we could go for a walk together. The Long

Mynd or the Stiperstones.'

Abigail paused again, looking at the table. Then she looked up atwith her clear, hazel eyes. 'Yes,' she said,

slowly, 'I'd like to do that."

My head was in a whirl again, my heart thudding with excitement, which | was trying not to show too obviously.

We arranged to meet a week on Sunday and | offered to drive but Abigail said she'd meetin the car park

outside Church Stretton, at the foot of the Long Mynd. But she did giveher mobile number. Shortly after that

we finished our coffees and stood up.

Outside in the car park | wasn't sure whether to hug Abigail, kiss her or just shake her hand. In the end we had

an awkward little peck on each other's cheeks and said our goodbyes.

A week on Sunday, the weather was appalling, even by the undemanding standards of a British summer. The

skies were leaden and the rain sheeted down, flooding the roads and turning the gutters into little rivers. At nine

o'clock | had a text from Abigail suggesting cancellation. | wondered about suggesting a pub lunch but decided

that that sounded too needy. She proposed the following Sunday and | agreed.

That next Sunday was gorgeous. Wall to wall sunshine and a gentle breeze. | was nervous and | got to the car

park a good half-an-hour before the meeting time, which gavetto have sbutterflies and try to think

what we were going to talk about for four or five hours. At five minutes to ten a little hatchback pulled up

alongside my BMW and Abigail waved atfrom the driver's seat. We got out and said hello and put our

walking boots on and hefted our knapsacks and set off up the broad track that led to the summit ridge of the

vast, crouching bulk of the Long Mynd.

It was a perfect day. The breeze on the top was stronger and refreshing and we walked and talked and it felt like

we were strangers and intimates all at the stime. We talked about work and politics and sport and a myriad

of other topics. She toldabout her divorce and the fact that she had a daughter, called Freya, who was only

two years younger than me. And we found that we both had a deep love of books and had read a lot of the same

authors and so we talked passionately about literature. At midday we stopped for lunch at a pub in Little Stretton

and then headed north, back to the car park, which we seemed to arrive at all too quickly.

We changed shoes and slung our bags in the back of our cars and stood looking at each other. We hadn't

discussed further dates during the walk.

‘Thank you,' | began, 'l really, really enjoyed your company and I'd very much like to see you again."

'Well, thank you for asking me," she replied with a smile. 'I'd like to do something together again too.

| stepped up to her and held my arms out and she cinto my embrace and we hugged, heads on each other's

shoulders. | could smell her shampoo and a light, lemony scent. | pulled my head back and we looked at each

other from six inches apart and then we kissed for the first time. And it was slow and gentle and didn't involve

any tongues but it nevertheless felt extremely intimate. | stroked her hair and she tightened her arms around me

and we kissed regardless of the groups of walkers going past.

You don't mind about my age?’ she asked, quietly, when we eventually broke the kiss.

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| could hardly tell her that that was one of the things that had attractedin the first place. 'It is of no

consequence,’ | stated, boldly, which was bollocks really because a twenty-five-year age gap (we'd swapped

ages) was always going to have consequences in a relationship. But if | knew one thing, it was that | wanted a

relationship with her. | wanted to be with her, to know her, to explore her personality, and her body. | felt myself

bechard in my walking trousers. 'Are you ok with it?" | asked.

'l think so," she replied, and | kissed her again and we said our goodbyes and drove away from the place where

we'd first shared a kiss.

Our next date was a meal in a restaurant in Shrewsbury. This t| picked her up from her house, a modest

semi-detached place on an estate on the outskirts of the town. She sawpull up on the road outside and

cout to meet me, so | didn't get to go inside her house or to meet her daughter, although | was aware of a

shadowy figure behind thecurtains, watching us drive away.

Abigail looked superb. She was wearing a black, knee-length cocktail dress and | could see her legs for the first

tand they were slim and shapely with graceful calves and ankles. They were also encased in black stockings

or tights, which made my heart thump in my chest. Her hair was freshly washed and gleaming and she'd put a

bit more makeup on than usual, including a red lipstick. She'd also painted her nails to match. | told her she

looked sensational and she gavea grateful smile.

The meal was good, the service was acceptable and we shared a bottle of the house red. Actually | had one glass

and Abigail had three, as | was driving. The restaurant was dimly lit, to encourage the patronage of romantic

couples, presumably. There was a candle on the table and we looked at each other over it as we ate and drank

and chatted and it felt like we'd been friends for years. It certainly didn't feel any different tothan when |

took ladies of my own age out, and the restaurant staff didn't bat an eyelid. Perhaps they thought she was my

mother.

Afterwards we strolled along the River Severn in the dusk, arm in arm, stopping at frequent intervals to kiss.

After the second or third stop, the kissing got more passionate and my tongue slipped into her mouth and she

grippedtightly and pressed her mouth against mine and | got all dizzy with desire.

Towards eleven o'clock, when all the pubs and restaurants were emptying, | said, 'l suppose | should be getting

you home." We were sitting on a bench, looking out over the water.

'l can't invite you in, Tom,' she said, quietly. 'Freya's got friends round and, well, it's not the right tfor you to

meet her.’

'Are you worried that she'll think I'm too young?'

'A bit, | suppose. | do want you to meet her, of course | do. But..." She paused and | put my arm around her and

held her to me, kissing the top of her head. 'l could cto your house," she said, and | wondered if I'd heard

right. 'My house?’ | repeated, stupidly. What, now?"

"Yes. If you want."

'Are you sure?’ | asked.

'I think so," she replied.

So | drove her to my house, which

was a three-storey Georgian terrace

in the town centre, that | was slowly

refurbishing. And when we got there |

opened the front door for her and she

went in and said how lovely it was

and so | showed her round,

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explaining what I'd done and what |

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JAY | opened a bottle of wine

and drank a large glass almost

straight down to settle my nerves.

Because | was nervous; | felt like a

virgin on his first date. Not that

Abigail was in any way intimidating,

quite the opposite, it was just that

she was here in my house and she

was fifty-three and | was twenty-eight

and it felt a bit like | was going to take

my mum to bed. But after half the

bottle had disappeared, most of it

down my throat, | relaxed and we

settled onto the big leather sofa in

the front room and we kissed and |

felt the contours of her body. Her full

breasts pressed into my chest and |

mashed my lips against hers and

explored her mouth with my tongue,

tasting her lipstick and saliva and she

gently raked her fingernails down my

back, making my stomach churn with

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After a bit | cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it gently. They were round and full and grapefruit-sized and

it felt heavy in my hand. | stroked it and ran my thumb over the swell, seeking her nipple and Abigail broke the

kiss and gave a big sigh and kissed my neck and ear.

| was in heaven; a genuinely mature

lady was in my arms, and a strikingly

attractive one at that, and we were

kissing and | was fondling her

breasts and she was yaR ud

sign of enjo meaty Dedukere her

oat Marder then released it and

slid my hand down over her flat

stomach and thighs to the hem of

her cocktail dress, where | slid my

hand underneath the silky material

and onto her stockinged leg. Abigail

gave a little gasp, of arousal, not

shock, as | slowly ran my hand up her

stocking to the lacy top, and beyond,

slipping my hand between her thighs

and exerting just the tiniest pressure

to encourage her to open her legs.

Somewhat to my surprise she responded straightaway, opening her legs wide to allowfull access. At first |

was slightly taken aback; | was used to the stop-start seduction of younger girls. Then | remembered that I'd

read, or been told, that older ladies tend to know what they want and don't beat about the bush like their

younger counterparts.

Her inner thigh, when my hand

reached it, was warm and

silky-smooth and firm. | massaged

her skin for a few moments Hepa

hand es sepa dod dnding her

panties'a Wshe was breathing faster

and kissingwith passionate

abandon and | could feel the satin

material of her panties and Abigail

kicked off her shoes and lifted one

leg and put her foot on the settee so

that her legs were agape and | could

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