Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (50) Guilty Secret (Part 03)
“Because I’m a wife and a mother” she retorted and then added almost as an after thought
“And I love my husband”
She may have once but not so much now he thought, her husband spent more time on the Golf course or in the club house than he did with his gorgeous wife.
He believed Francesca was clearly lonely which she didn’t deserve to be, and it was in his power to change that.
She opened the hatchback and was about to put her shopping in the boot; but he put his right hand on the edge of the boot, preventing her.
“Do you think about that night?” he asked
“Yes” she said
“Yes” she replied “All the time”
“Do you remember us laying in my bed” he asked and she reddened at the recollection and then nodded
“It’s something I’ll never forget” he said “I think about it every day and especially when I go to the Caravan”
“Don’t make fun of me, don’t make fun of it” she screamed and started to cry
“I’m not making fun of you,” he said taking hold of her hand
“I think of it all the time” he said “And not just the love making, I think of you, in that cocktail dress, with my jacket on your shoulders”
Francesca squeezed his hand and he continued
“Walking arm in arm through the park”
“So do I,” she gasped and squeezed his hand again.
They didn’t speak; the only sound was her steady breathing and the birdsong as they both recalled moments of that night.
He watched her, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and her tongue lightly moistening them as she breathed but then a group of pub customers walked by and the spell was broken, she let go of his hand and she threw her shopping quickly in the boot and slammed it shut.
“Please don’t avoid me again?” he said
“I won’t, I promise” she said and then she drove away.
He hoped he wouldn’t have to wait long before he saw her again and as he walked back to his car Paul allowed himself to fantasize about where and when he might see her again, the first occasion in Sharpington was a chance meeting, a serendipitous event, which culminated in them making love, the second time was also by chance, but it was too public for him to embrace her the way he wanted to, hopefully the next time they met by chance it would be different.
“I hope there will be a next time” he muttered under his breath and then he was snapped out of his deliberations by the sound of a car horn.
When he turned around to investigate the source of the sound he discovered it was Francesca, who had pulled up alongside him.
“Hello” he said “I was just thinking, about you, about us”
“Good, I want you to come with me to the woods so I can kiss you” she said
“And I want to kiss you to” he retorted “When did you have in mind?”
“Right now” she snapped
“Are you sure?” Paul asked
“Yes” she yelled “Get in the bloody car”
“So much for a chance encounter” Paul said to himself as he walked around to the other side and got in the car.
And after a short tense ride in the car up to a secluded part of the Dancingdean Forest Francesca and Paul had a long awaited kiss in the woods.
After their passionate embrace they talked and talked until it was time for her to go and pick up her girls from school.
The outcome of the discourse was that she wanted to see him again, but she was a married woman, however unhappily, so they couldn’t be together in the way they were at the Whitecliff Hill Caravan Park, not yet anyway.
They also concluded that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.