Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Abigail's Secret Pt 2

'I haven't asked you if you're married,' I 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. 'I suppose I thought if you were married you wouldn't have come for a coffee,' I added.

'I'm divorced,' she said, 'a long time ago.' She gave me a level gaze. 'And you're single?'

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

'Can I ask why you wanted to have a coffee with me?' Abigail's face was serious. 'I mean you're a lawyer and I stack shelves in a DIY store and I'm guessing that I'm between twenty and thirty years older than you.'

I 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,' I said. It gave me a chance to collect my thoughts and decide what exactly I was going to say to her. In the end I chose the truth.

'I thought you were lovely,' I began. 'You had a great smile and you're attractive and I just had a strong feeling that I wanted to get to know you. And I've really enjoyed talking to you this evening,' I 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,' I 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 at me with 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 I was trying not to show too obviously. We arranged to meet a week on Sunday and I offered to drive but Abigail said she'd meet me in the car park outside Church Stretton, at the foot of the Long Mynd. But she did give me her mobile number. Shortly after that we finished our coffees and stood up.

Abigail, kiss her or just shake her hand. In the end we had an awkward little peck on each other's

rain sheeted down, flooding the roads and turning the gutters into little rivers. At nine o'clock I had a text from Abigail suggesting

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 at me from the driver's seat. We got out and said

a myriad of other topics. She told me about 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

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

began, 'I really, really enjoyed your company and I'd very much like to see

me,' she replied with a smile. 'I'd

each other from six inches apart and then we kissed for the first time. And it was slow and gentle and

don't mind about my age?' she asked,

of this book

the first place. 'It is of no consequence,' I 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 I knew one thing, it was that I wanted a relationship with her. I wanted to be with her, to know her, to explore her personality, and her body. I felt myself become

so,' she replied, and I kissed her again and we said our goodbyes and

time I picked her up from her house, a modest semi-detached place on an estate on the outskirts of the town. She saw me pull up on the road outside and came out to meet me, so I

knee-length cocktail dress and I could see her legs for the first time and 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

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 to me than

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 gripped me tightly and pressed her

restaurants were emptying, I said, 'I suppose I should be getting you

Tom,' she said, quietly. 'Freya's got friends round and, well, it's

you worried that she'll think I'm

and I put my arm around her and held her to me, kissing the top of her head. 'I could come to your house,' she said, and I