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.

sure whether to hug Abigail, kiss her or just shake her hand. In the end we had an awkward

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

Sunday was gorgeous. Wall to wall sunshine and a gentle breeze. I was nervous and 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 hatchback pulled up alongside my BMW and Abigail waved at me from 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,

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 than me. And we found that we both had a deep love of books and

our bags in the back of our cars and stood looking at

your company and I'd very

me,' she replied with a

embrace and we hugged, heads on each other's shoulders. I could smell her shampoo and a light, lemony scent. 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 was slow and gentle and didn't involve any tongues but it nevertheless felt extremely intimate. I stroked her hair and she tightened her arms around me and we kissed regardless of the groups of walkers

asked, quietly,

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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 hard in my walking trousers.

replied, and I kissed her again and we said our goodbyes and drove away from the

pull up on the road outside and came out to meet

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

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

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

pubs and restaurants were emptying, I said, 'I suppose I should be getting you home.' We were sitting on a bench, looking out over

invite you in, Tom,' she said, quietly. 'Freya's got friends round and,

you worried that she'll think

you to meet her, of course I do. But...' She paused and I put my arm around her and held her to me, kissing the