Three months had passed since Hannah Castle and I had made love in my room at the Cleddau Bridge Hotel and two days short of three months since she said she wasn’t sure we could be together.
Not that she didn’t love me or enjoy being with me, and I can say without being boastful that it wasn’t because she didn’t enjoy making love with me.
Nor did she think it was a mistake, a moment of madness or because she had drunk too much.
“I don’t regret it for a second” she said as we lay entwined beneath the duvet “I just have doubts”
Hannah just wasn’t sure if she could or should give over her heart, soul and life to a man 12 years older than herself.
I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed and I wasn’t happy about it but I wasn’t angry with her in fact I agreed with her to a point,
And I wanted her to be sure as well.
After all I had no words to convince a 29 year old woman to give her life to a man the wrong side of 40.
And nor would I have wished to use them if they were in my possession.
“I love you Tom but I just have to be certain sure” she said the moment before she drove away.
It was heart-breaking to watch her drive away because I had no such doubts.
For me that first night together was the blissful culmination of eight years of hope and desire.
Not just the love making but to hear my declaration of love returned in word and delicious deed.
It had been pretty much love at first sight for me, but then she was a beautiful sight to behold.
For her it was a more gradual falling and one that she desperately fought against tooth and claw whereas I simply surrendered to her.
Even before our chance meeting at the hotel Hannah had agreed to take a three month secondment in Milford Haven where she could be close to her sister and the twins so she suggested they take that time to think.
And in that time she would either get over me or know for certain sure I was the one.
While she was away I convinced myself almost on a daily basis that it was over and rightly so I thought at times.
If the worst came to the worst I consoled myself with the thought that I would always have the memory of that wonderful weekend when my love for her was finally validated.
In my darkest moments I did question if it was a moment of madness that brought Hannah to my bed.
I was glad for that madness if that’s what it was.
Though if Hannah did resolve that it was a mistake and it was over he would at least have the memory of that wonderful weekend to sustain him forever.
I prefer to think it was fate that brought us together on that wonderful weekend.
I would have liked to have exchanged the occasional text or email with her but Hannah had asked for total separation.
All I could do was throw myself into my work totally and fill my every waking moment with thoughts of anything and everything that wasn’t her.
Impossible of course but if in the unlikely event that I could exclude her from my thoughts I couldn’t stop her invading my dreams.
When I slept I dared to dream, so in the small hours of the sleepless night I resorted to the only thing that prevented me from being driven insane.
I wrote in a diary, I called it a dream diary, it was where I wrote every detail, every thought that filled my troubled sleep nightly, thoughts of love for the girl of my dreams.
The closer the end of the three months got the more intense the dreams became and evermore vivid with each passing day.
It was the day before Christmas Eve when I got the long awaited phone call, I took a deep breath and hit the button.
“Hello, Tom Flood” I said
“Hey Tom” she said
“Hannah?” I asked “God it’s good to hear your voice”
“Ditto” Hannah replied “Where are you?”
“I’m in London” I replied “Are you still in Milford Haven?”
“No I’m back home” she replied “When are you back?”
“Tonight” I replied
“Can we meet?” Hannah asked
“Yes” I said “Have you made a decision?”
“Yes I have” she replied
“And?” I enquired trying to keep the anxiety out of my voice
“I don’t want to say on the phone” she answered “I want to do it face to face”
“Ok” I said not knowing if that meant it would be good or bad
“Come to the house tonight” I said
“What time?” she asked
“Around seven” I replied “Let yourself in if I’m late, you know where the key is”
“Ok, I’ll see you tonight then Tommy” she said
“Ok, bye”
The journey out of London was an absolute mare and consequently I was late and it was nearly 8 o’clock when I drove onto the drive.
Since her phone call my stomach had been in absolute knots and arriving home late didn’t untangle it in the least.
The lights were on in the house so Hannah had let herself in I only hoped she was still there and hadn’t got tired of waiting.
As I sat in the pre-Christmas traffic I tried to ring her to warn her of my delay but my phone died.
So I sat on the drive trying to summon up the courage to go in, I was so desperate to know her answer but equally terrified of what it might be, yes or no.
“Yes” meaning she was sure and she would give all of herself to me unreservedly
Or “No” and we would never be together.
I reran the earlier conversation in my head and tried to read between the lines to find some hidden meaning or some indication as to her decision.
I slowly opened the door and stepped in.
“Hi Hannah” I called “I’m sorry I’m late, traffic was hell”
No answer, she must have got fed up of waiting after all.
“Shit” I exclaimed and took off my coat but as I hung it on the peg in the hall I noticed an unfamiliar coat already hanging there.
“She is here” I said
But where? Where was she exactly?
I hung my coat and walked into the lounge and that’s when I knew.
I knew because I saw the black stockings hanging from the mantel anchored beneath a Christmas candle so I knew where to find her.
And stood on the mantel next to the candle was a Christmas card
I opened it and read the words
“Happy Christmas Tommy
All my love
Hannah”
Beneath her signature there appeared to be an abundance of the obligatory small x’s but on closer examination each kiss was in fact the word “Yes”
And so I had my answer and my dreams were fulfilled.
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Friday, 16 December 2016
Monday, 21 November 2016
A Christmas Affair
(Part One)
My cab arrived back at the Carlton hotel just as the snow began to fall again.
I paid the driver and Danny and I walked into the lobby of the airport hotel.
It had been a nice evening out, a lovely meal and good company.
There were forty of us at the restaurant, colleagues from all over Europe some of them close friends and some of them more so.
“Night cap?” I asked
“No thanks’ mate I’m on the red eye in the morning” Danny replied.
I looked at my watch and saw it was already morning.
“I’ll say goodnight then” I said and we shook hands and Danny headed for the desk.
I was definitely up for one, so I headed for the bar.
There were only a handful of people in there at that hour and as I caught the night porter’s eye.
“Jameson’s” I said “a large one”
“Make that two” She said from behind me
I recognised the voice and said to the barman “Two”
I turned around and looked at the woman who had been the object of my lust for nine months and an unrequited love for three of those.
Gail Nichols was my older woman, my cougar if you like.
She was four years the wrong side of fifty but still beautiful in my eyes even though I was nineteen years younger.
Gail and I had shared an office for over a year, and at first I loathed her I thought she was vain, overbearing and manipulative.
And her opinion of me was much the same.
But as the weeks changed into months my feelings for her changed with them.
Gail had an English father and a Burmese mother which left her with brown skin and western features.
An exotic looking woman with jet black hair and large brown eyes.
She was tall, slender and very well endowed with legs to die for.
I would surreptitiously watch her move around the office on her shapely legs admiring the tightness of her skirt around her hips and buttocks as she bent.
And when she was sat at her desk my eyes would stray to her gaping blouse and the treasures contained within.
But it wasn’t until a grey overcast day in June, on an office beano to Epsom that we showed each other in no uncertain terms how we felt.
When, as the Derby favourites thundered towards the finish line Gail and I, away from prying eyes, kissed for the first time.
And as we did I unzipped her leather jacket and slipped by hands inside her shirt to caress her naked skin.
Over the weeks that followed, so did more sensually intimate moments, but they were only tasters of what the two of us desired.
We had tried on several occasions to engineer an opportunity to take our burgeoning relationship to the next level.
One such opportunity was a three day trip to visit suppliers, which we got rubber stamped by management and booked appointments and hotels and we were feeling very pleased with ourselves for our lustful scheming.
However an unseen hand dealt us a blow when Gail went down with laryngitis.
Afterwards we tried to just arrange a simple dirty weekend away, Brighton, Bognor, Blackpool and other places that didn’t begin with the letter B.
We even devised an intricate scenario for the benefit of Gail’s husband, which he swallowed hook line and sinker but then that failed at the eleventh hour when I broke my wrist.
We decided we should have one last role of the dice.
(Part Two)
So it was at the Christmas Party weekend in Dublin that we planned to finally consummate our lust.
We had been out to a restaurant in Swords called The Old School House and had spent the evening sitting at the same table for the dinner, discreetly holding hands under the table, but as we left at the end of the evening we got separated and ended up in different cabs so I thought fate had interceded once again and our chance had gone.
Because although I was single at the time, Gail was a married woman, which meant there was some guilt involved.
Even if her husband Peter was a complete waste of space.
But despite and perceived guilt I was delighted to find Gail was waiting for me in the bar when I got back to the hotel.
I hadn’t taken into account that she would want it as bad as I did.
We sat in the corner of the bar and finished our drink.
“Another?” I asked
“I don’t think so” Gail said and stood up, took my hand and dragged me to my feet.
We walked arm in arm to the desk and collected our keys.
With keys in hand Gail hurried me along the corridor until we reached her room where we stood in the corridor and kissed.
At first it was the usual semi controlled kissing we had done so many times but it quickly became hot and passionate as my hand sought out her breast.
She broke away and open the door.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked
“God yes” she replied and pulled me into the room.
Once inside the room I was eager to get started again and immediately tried to get inside her clothes.
Gail however put a stop to things and said
“Not so fast, I want everything to be just so”
“Sorry” I responded not quite sure what “just so” was
But I needn’t have worried it seemed that she wanted to amongst other things get the lighting right.
She was conscious of the age difference and didn’t want me to be disappointed with what she had to offer, because as a much younger man I would have been more used to firmer flesh.
She needn’t have worried.
While she set the scene I was sent into the bathroom and while I was in there I thought it prudent to relieve myself while I had the opportunity.
However such a natural function normally simple rendered is much complicated when you are seriously aroused.
It necessitates adopting the posture of a ski jumper and even then it’s not always successful.
When I left the bathroom I found the room lighting very subdued and Gail
Wearing only a smile and a pair of White lace knickers showing in stark contrast to the gorgeous brown flesh.
“Are you disappointed”? She asked
“You’re even more gorgeous than I had hoped” I replied
She had one arm draped across her breasts
“Good answer” she said as she walked towards me and lowered her arm at the last second and I got my first long lingering look at her large round breast that I had only previously dreamed of, topped with glorious chocolate coloured nipples.
Then she was in my arms and began undressing me.
As we lay entwined in the afterglow still breathing hard from our exertions.
Gail rested her head on my chest and sighed as I reflected that making love with her was everything I had hoped it would be and more and we drifted into a sweet post coital sleep.
After a short sleep I was awoken by Gail tenderly kissing my neck as her hand strove to awaken the rest of me.
And when all of me was fully awake we made love again.
The next day when the rest of our colleagues returned to their home countries Gail and I put into effect our plan to stay on for another night and repeated the joyful pleasure of each other again and again.
I would have gladly continued our unions well into the New Year but alas after the protracted Christmas break Gail took me to one side and to my great surprise ended it.
“But I love you” I said
“And I love you” Gail concurred
“Then why?” I asked
“It has to end, not because I don’t love you” she said “But because despite everything I love my husband”
My cab arrived back at the Carlton hotel just as the snow began to fall again.
I paid the driver and Danny and I walked into the lobby of the airport hotel.
It had been a nice evening out, a lovely meal and good company.
There were forty of us at the restaurant, colleagues from all over Europe some of them close friends and some of them more so.
“Night cap?” I asked
“No thanks’ mate I’m on the red eye in the morning” Danny replied.
I looked at my watch and saw it was already morning.
“I’ll say goodnight then” I said and we shook hands and Danny headed for the desk.
I was definitely up for one, so I headed for the bar.
There were only a handful of people in there at that hour and as I caught the night porter’s eye.
“Jameson’s” I said “a large one”
“Make that two” She said from behind me
I recognised the voice and said to the barman “Two”
I turned around and looked at the woman who had been the object of my lust for nine months and an unrequited love for three of those.
Gail Nichols was my older woman, my cougar if you like.
She was four years the wrong side of fifty but still beautiful in my eyes even though I was nineteen years younger.
Gail and I had shared an office for over a year, and at first I loathed her I thought she was vain, overbearing and manipulative.
And her opinion of me was much the same.
But as the weeks changed into months my feelings for her changed with them.
Gail had an English father and a Burmese mother which left her with brown skin and western features.
An exotic looking woman with jet black hair and large brown eyes.
She was tall, slender and very well endowed with legs to die for.
I would surreptitiously watch her move around the office on her shapely legs admiring the tightness of her skirt around her hips and buttocks as she bent.
And when she was sat at her desk my eyes would stray to her gaping blouse and the treasures contained within.
But it wasn’t until a grey overcast day in June, on an office beano to Epsom that we showed each other in no uncertain terms how we felt.
When, as the Derby favourites thundered towards the finish line Gail and I, away from prying eyes, kissed for the first time.
And as we did I unzipped her leather jacket and slipped by hands inside her shirt to caress her naked skin.
Over the weeks that followed, so did more sensually intimate moments, but they were only tasters of what the two of us desired.
We had tried on several occasions to engineer an opportunity to take our burgeoning relationship to the next level.
One such opportunity was a three day trip to visit suppliers, which we got rubber stamped by management and booked appointments and hotels and we were feeling very pleased with ourselves for our lustful scheming.
However an unseen hand dealt us a blow when Gail went down with laryngitis.
Afterwards we tried to just arrange a simple dirty weekend away, Brighton, Bognor, Blackpool and other places that didn’t begin with the letter B.
We even devised an intricate scenario for the benefit of Gail’s husband, which he swallowed hook line and sinker but then that failed at the eleventh hour when I broke my wrist.
We decided we should have one last role of the dice.
(Part Two)
So it was at the Christmas Party weekend in Dublin that we planned to finally consummate our lust.
We had been out to a restaurant in Swords called The Old School House and had spent the evening sitting at the same table for the dinner, discreetly holding hands under the table, but as we left at the end of the evening we got separated and ended up in different cabs so I thought fate had interceded once again and our chance had gone.
Because although I was single at the time, Gail was a married woman, which meant there was some guilt involved.
Even if her husband Peter was a complete waste of space.
But despite and perceived guilt I was delighted to find Gail was waiting for me in the bar when I got back to the hotel.
I hadn’t taken into account that she would want it as bad as I did.
We sat in the corner of the bar and finished our drink.
“Another?” I asked
“I don’t think so” Gail said and stood up, took my hand and dragged me to my feet.
We walked arm in arm to the desk and collected our keys.
With keys in hand Gail hurried me along the corridor until we reached her room where we stood in the corridor and kissed.
At first it was the usual semi controlled kissing we had done so many times but it quickly became hot and passionate as my hand sought out her breast.
She broke away and open the door.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked
“God yes” she replied and pulled me into the room.
Once inside the room I was eager to get started again and immediately tried to get inside her clothes.
Gail however put a stop to things and said
“Not so fast, I want everything to be just so”
“Sorry” I responded not quite sure what “just so” was
But I needn’t have worried it seemed that she wanted to amongst other things get the lighting right.
She was conscious of the age difference and didn’t want me to be disappointed with what she had to offer, because as a much younger man I would have been more used to firmer flesh.
She needn’t have worried.
While she set the scene I was sent into the bathroom and while I was in there I thought it prudent to relieve myself while I had the opportunity.
However such a natural function normally simple rendered is much complicated when you are seriously aroused.
It necessitates adopting the posture of a ski jumper and even then it’s not always successful.
When I left the bathroom I found the room lighting very subdued and Gail
Wearing only a smile and a pair of White lace knickers showing in stark contrast to the gorgeous brown flesh.
“Are you disappointed”? She asked
“You’re even more gorgeous than I had hoped” I replied
She had one arm draped across her breasts
“Good answer” she said as she walked towards me and lowered her arm at the last second and I got my first long lingering look at her large round breast that I had only previously dreamed of, topped with glorious chocolate coloured nipples.
Then she was in my arms and began undressing me.
As we lay entwined in the afterglow still breathing hard from our exertions.
Gail rested her head on my chest and sighed as I reflected that making love with her was everything I had hoped it would be and more and we drifted into a sweet post coital sleep.
After a short sleep I was awoken by Gail tenderly kissing my neck as her hand strove to awaken the rest of me.
And when all of me was fully awake we made love again.
The next day when the rest of our colleagues returned to their home countries Gail and I put into effect our plan to stay on for another night and repeated the joyful pleasure of each other again and again.
I would have gladly continued our unions well into the New Year but alas after the protracted Christmas break Gail took me to one side and to my great surprise ended it.
“But I love you” I said
“And I love you” Gail concurred
“Then why?” I asked
“It has to end, not because I don’t love you” she said “But because despite everything I love my husband”
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