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.

the car park I 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

summer. The skies were leaden and the rain sheeted down, flooding the roads and turning the gutters into little rivers. At nine o'clock I had a text from Abigail suggesting cancellation. I wondered about suggesting a pub lunch but decided that that sounded too

I got to the car park a good half-an-hour before the meeting time, which gave me time to have some butterflies and try to think what we were going to talk about for four or five hours. At five minutes to ten a little

at the same time. We talked about work and politics and sport and 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

our cars and stood looking at each other. We

enjoyed your company

asking me,' she replied with a smile.

I pulled my head back and we looked at each other from six inches apart and then we kissed for the first time. And it

age?' she asked, quietly, when

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things that had attracted me in 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.

we said our goodbyes and drove away from the place where we'd first shared

in Shrewsbury. This 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 didn't get to go inside

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.

glass and Abigail had three, as I 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 to me than

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 mouth against mine

when all the pubs and restaurants were emptying, I said, 'I suppose I should be getting you home.' We

said, quietly. 'Freya's got friends round

worried that she'll think I'm too

I put my arm around her and held her to me, kissing