Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Abigail's Secret Pt 4

'Tom, do you want to have a relationship with me? I'm sorry to ask like this after we've just made love but that's one of the perils of getting older, you have fewer illusions and I'm painfully aware that you're twenty-eight and I'm fifty-three and you're a young, good-looking lawyer and I'm a sales assistant in a DIY store.'

I took my time answering, not because I didn't know what to say - words are my business - but because I very much wanted Abigail to believe me.

'Nobody would bat an eyelid if it were the other way around,' I began. 'If I were fifty-three and you were twenty-eight everyone would be congratulating us. The answer is yes,' I said after a pause, 'I do want to have a relationship with you and I don't give a shit what other people think. You're by far the most interesting and warm person I've ever dated and that's without your obvious physical attributes. And actually, the only people whose approval I might seek are my parents and they won't judge. They'll be very happy for us.'

She rolled on her side and laid an arm across my chest. 'Thank you for saying that.'

'What about you?' I asked. 'Do you want a relationship with me?'

There was a tiny pause. 'Yes,' she said. 'I do. But...'

'Freya,' I guessed.

'Yes. I haven't told her how young you are yet."

'Does she have a problem with you dating?'

'Not really,' replied Abigail, with some hesitancy. 'I have been asked out a lot, over the years, but it's not very often that I end up in bed with them. Not for years. But they've all been my age, or older. And besides, I don't always introduce them to my daughter.'

'So there is a problem?'

'No,' she said slowly, 'it's just... Look, come over to dinner next Saturday and meet Freya. I want you to meet her.'

decipher, but I was thrilled that Abigail was showing commitment

and had breakfast and Abigail called

you doing for the rest

news to

phone most nights, and they were warm and far-ranging conversations as we began the long journey of really getting to know one another. I asked Abigail how her daughter had taken the news of my youth and she said that Freya was surprised, but not totally against the idea. She also said that her daughter was looking forward to meeting me, which sent a little frisson of nervousness through me

Not that I wasn't looking forward to seeing

young nor an attempt to cover my youth. In the end I settled for chinos and a polo

a little sportscar that I assumed was Freya's. Abigail opened the door as I approached and we kissed briefly and she led me into the kitchen where I presented her with flowers and wine. She was dressed in the same cocktail dress she'd had on last weekend and it occurred to me that she probably didn't have a very extensive wardrobe.

full lips and slightly hooked nose. But she wasn't as tall as her mum

Tom,' she said, holding out her hand. 'I've been

I replied, taking her hand and feeling

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bottle of wine and suggested we go into the lounge at the

the dinner, Freya seemed to relax and started asking me questions about my work and my family. She was lively and intelligent, with a quick smile and I warmed to her and asked her about herself and her job. She worked in an estate agent's, she told me, although she

prepared and the conversation flowed richly and easily as we delved into the second bottle of red. Afterwards Freya shooed

to my intentions regarding her mother and Freya lost no

seems funny, mum having a boyfriend who's only a couple of

I agreed. 'I think that's

'She is fifty-three.'

Are you saying that you

the kitchen sink and looked at me. She was wearing black trousers and a pale-blue satin blouse. The act of leaning back stretched the material over her bosom, which was full, like her mother's. 'No, not at all. I think you're making her very happy. It's just a

should have comforted me but I was seeing a subtlety different Freya from the one who'd sat with us at dinner. Her self-assurance seemed to have increased. Her body language expressed control, even mild dominance and her questions were delivered in a rather assertive manner. While I hadn't made an enemy, it was clear that I still had work to do to win Abigail's daughter over. So I didn't rise to her unspoken challenge, instead I deflected her manner with answers she couldn't

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