Ralph Turner is out walking the dogs when he meets her. He can’t avoid stopping on seeing that Claire has a problem. Her car is blocking the road, enough, to make its presence a hazard. The dogs are soon tied up, by their long leads, at the church gates. He then makes sure there’s no way that they can break free.
‘I think you could use some help,’ he says, in as friendly a tone as he can muster, and on drawing near to her as the driver’s side window opens soundlessly.
Claire gave him her best, haughty look. ‘I’ve heard of the kind of help you give, Ralph…from my daughter Zoe, no less.’
The two of them had exchanged a few hot words; had something of a spat, some while back, and their relationship has never recovered. Neither has made any effort to correct what began as a minor setback and became a major incident between them. It wouldn’t be something to lose any sleep over, except living in a small village can soon blow things out of all proportion and if slights are allowed to fester.
‘I’ve got a flat tyre and I need to get on…’ Claire sniffs, a haughty look again to be seen on her lightly made-up face, her full lips drawn thinner through her irritation on having to explain the problem to him.
Ralph soon sees it’s the driver’s side front wheel. ‘If you pull back onto your driveway…I…I could fix it for you…’
‘Really?’
‘Yes, really. You’re in a fix…so…I’ll fix it for you.’
She laughs softly at the awful joke. Her look upon him has softened. ‘Okay…thanks Ralph.’
To hear her thank him is something to remember, just as his ‘help’ for Zoe Heppel, her daughter, is never to be forgotten. He had befriended her and Steve, her boyfriend, soon after he had moved into the village. They would meet in the pub at the usual Friday night gathering. It was always seen as an occasion to drink to the ending of another hectic week, and for Zoe and Steve to start their weekend with Claire. The two women were devoted to each other, all but inseparable; a bond that Steve simply could not break, or at least to loosen.
So, when Zoe and Steve had a major bust up and she came to the village to find comfort from Claire, she was dismayed to be told by him that she should let it settle down; to let the days and weeks pass and her Steve would soon be knocking at her door, begging to be allowed into her life once more.
‘Easy for you to say…with no one in your life!’ Zoe had snapped at him.
‘That you or anyone knows of…’ he’d retorted, mildly irritated.
Ralph et Claire’s impatient stare; then saw her draw near to the driver’s side. ‘Will this take long?’
‘Sorry, Claire…I was lost in thought.’
‘Do that when you walk on with the dogs…’ She saw him step away. ‘Now what?’
‘You get it off the road and I’ll deal with the puncture.’
As with so much else these days, things then didn’t go quite to plan. Claire had repeated to him that he had told Zoe she ought to wait for Steve to come round to her ways of thinking on their future together. That woman also had her snappy ways of putting people in their place, just as he remembered when Zoe knocked on his door one evening some months back, perhaps it was a year ago, to try and make up for their argument. He had reached the age when the months went by far too quickly.
♠
‘Hi, Ralph…I wondered where you’d got to. You weren’t in the pub…’
‘No, there’s work to be done…’
‘Not tonight. Put it away for me, please Ralph,’ she asked, slurring her words, and almost falling into him as she stepped inside his home. The outer door opened straight into his cosy living-room. It was a warm space with a low, beamed ceiling. ‘As you can see, I’m still alone…’
It seemed that she planned to stay and talk. He saw her shrug off a sporty, quilted jacket and brush out her frizzy, long, blonde hair with slender fingers. Ralph saw her look around the room for a place to sit.
‘Sorry about the papers…I’m just ordering a presentation that I have to give. Printing it off helps me with that…’
Zoe seemed not to hear him. ‘I thought I had everything to keep Steve with me, but it appears not. He’s still not called me, as…as Claire…my mum, and you, told me he would.’
She watched as Ralph took a cup from a glass-fronted corner cabinet and poured out some coffee. Silently, he handed the cup to her.
‘You think I need this, don’t you? Drink makes me ugly…don’t you think?’
‘Absolutely not, Zoe,’ he answered, seeking to reassure, ‘and you have your mother’s looks along with her temper, sometimes. Don’t let that take over…change who you really are.’
The young woman with her stressed skinny jeans, flats, and a white blouse that hung free was a feast to the eye. He’d always thought that of her but had given nothing away, given that she was always to be seen in Steve’s company.
‘Ralph?’ she now asked in a doubting voice, saw him hesitate in the work that she had interrupted.
‘Yes, Zoe?’ he was heard to sigh, but his attention soon drawn to her as Zoe came to his side and brazenly gripped his arm. He smiled, took in her undoubted attractiveness and how direct her appraising glance on him now was. A young woman in her stressed jeans, denim jacket and striped long-sleeved T, which left him in no doubt of what she brought to her man, was coming onto him.
‘Did…did you ever think you’d like to go to bed with me…if Steve hadn’t been around?’
Ralph drew closer. It had to be the drink talking, nothing more. ‘Don’t say things you’ll later regret…’
‘I told Steve that I loved him, but you can see where that’s got me!’ She held out a hand and Ralph felt obliged to take it, Zoe seeing it as sign to stand even closer to him. He was disconcerted by the pleading look in her eyes. ‘I look okay, don’t I…even if I am a bit younger than you?’
Now, he couldn’t help but laugh at her direct ways of it, pissed or not. ‘I really haven’t thought of it in that way…’
‘What did you think, then…that you fancied me but with Steve around it wouldn’t be fair?’ She flounced down on the settee; her movements making some papers slide onto the floor. ‘Sorry…’
The way she looked up at him made Ralph feel that an answer was expected of him. ‘Yes, I felt that way a few times.’
‘You’re probably just saying that to cheer me up…or to get a girl, who’s pissed, out of your house.’
‘Maybe…but then, I also thought Steve to be a lucky man. That the two of you living over at Claire’s place at the weekend, and into the future, would set you up…’
‘Holy shit, Ralph, I could never have imagined you fancying me. That’s some admission…’
‘Really…is it really?’
Ralph was taken by her smile; by the wondering look of her eyes upon him; they were disconcertingly persuasive. He now saw a mischievous smile on her lightly made-up lips. Zoe put the coffee cup down onto the low table before her.
‘Would you like to go to bed with me now, if I asked you?’
Something in him just snapped. The request was crazy; the young woman before him impossible to ignore. That he had envied Steve had been confessed to. ‘I wouldn’t need much persuading…and would sleep with you, yes…but would it be fair?’
‘Holy shit,’ she repeated shamelessly, ‘I’m not so pissed that I’d miss that look of your eyes on me…that look I’ve seen before, that you’d like to fuck me…’
‘And so, you just had to call by and knock on my door…because you’re alone?’
‘Yeah, it goes something like that. You look and dress well…I like your short hair, even if it’s greying just a bit. It’s a case of reality and wishful thinking.’
‘Enough!’ he cried out, on a disbelieving laugh that they should even be talking in this way. ‘Give it time…give Steve time, I mean.’
‘I’ve done that, and you’ve not been listening. Now…give me your ‘I’d like to fuck with you look,” she teased, leaning forward to grab at her coffee cup and in doing so giving him the opportunity to see her T-shirt tighten over her breasts; the V-neck allowing a view of her freckled cleavage.
Ralph sighed. He felt the swell of his prick in his chinos. ‘Zoe, listen…just listen a moment?’
She was good at the game she now played on him. Zoe couldn’t help smiling, coquettishly, as he looked at her and sighed once more.
‘Yes?’
Getting up from the sofa, Zoe stepped over to where he stood and, as his hand went to her waist, she rose to kiss him, her lips lingering on his mouth.
‘Zoe, we could…’
‘Yes, you could take me to bed, as you’ve always wanted to do…’ she whispered; now embracing him with her arms about his neck; pressing her body against his and feeling him hard against her belly. ‘You…you really do want me…don’t you?’
Ralph just took a deep breath and dragged her down onto the sofa, with Zoe soon kneeling over him, their kisses wild and hungering; deep open-mouthed kisses an unmistakable sign of how they felt, but the reasons not given voice to.
‘Upstairs…we finish this, once and for all, upstairs…’ he said, pushing Zoe off him. She soon followed him to the foot of the stairs, then as he led the way to his bedroom. Ralph flicked a switch to dim the lights, then another so that soft music was soon to be heard.
‘Quite the love nest,’ she giggled as she sensuously peeled off her clothes and watched as he did the same. ‘All that…you’ve kept all of that a secret from me!’
He held out a hand and she rushed to be in his arms. ‘And…and you’re perfectly beautiful…and these are wonderful.’
Ralph bent to kiss her small breasts, delightfully round and firm; her nipples hardened and an invitation for him to claim them with his lips. He reached for her; felt a neatly trimmed bush and as Zoe clamped on his straining prick wanted to find her and with little delay.
‘Lie down,’ Zoe commanded and wanting to take control. ‘Got any skin lotion?’ He said nothing; reached to open a bedside cabinet and produced a small bottle. ‘You mysterious man! Who’d have thought it?’
The next thing he knew, Zoe was massaging the lotion onto his prick; her hands moving slowly from the tip to his sac, the touch of her hands warming the lotion. She worked skillfully, knew from his hooded look that Ralph was lost with all that she did.
‘Zoe…Zoe,’ he murmured appreciatively. The young woman knew what to do; was thoroughly engaged in her task.
‘Yes?’ she said with an almost angelic smile on her lips, and on a questioning tilt of her head. ‘I’ll put us both out of our misery of waiting…’
She moved over his body, allowing her tits to hang just within reach of his mouth. He grasped them and started to lick around the brown tips; sucked upon them; tugged gently in rhythmic claims on her hard nipples.
Zoe stiffened her back; breathed out soft noises, like a purring cat.
‘We fuck now, girl!’ he cried out as she entwined her fingers with his and lowered her body onto him; the tip of his shaft just touching her opening. Zoe tantalized him by rubbing her moist warmth upon it until, without warning, she sat down; drove his prick deep inside her body in one plunging stroke.
‘That feels unreal!’ she yelled. ‘You’re going to find me in no time at all…! You sure kept this a secret…what you can do for a woman!’
‘And I intend to make this last!’
Ralph said it on a long, lustful gasp and squeezed tightly on her fingers. It was then that their impetuous rut truly began. Zoe moving up and down on him in her sexual frenzy. Her pert breasts swayed; her body rocked in an unrelenting rhythm as she tugged upon him or sinuously moved her hips and gave him no respite.
‘Zoe!’
She continued to ride him, and she was amazed that he was lasting as long as this. She shuddered and clenched the skin of his chest as she gave in to the rushes of two orgasms as he met her pounding rhythm on that prick of his. Ralph’s ways, and stamina, only made her wetter and she was also feeling the effects of the drink she’s gulped down in the pub.
‘Ralph?’ she gasped in dismay, ”you can cum in me…I want that from you!’
Her movements on him had slowed and Ralph used the moment to roll onto the bed but making sure his penis remained as deep inside her as was possible. He was on top of her now and started a steady pace of fucking this young woman who had so brazenly come knocking on his door and who knew him too well, or read him and his discreet looks upon her, or a flirtatious word whispered when it was prudent to do so.
‘I’m…I’m going to really find you, Zoe…really do that!’
He pulled on her legs until they were up to her chest, and he made Zoe grip her ankles before he plunged deeply into her, then withdrew, in long quickening strokes. His balls slapped against her buttocks and his pubic hair brushed against hers as he went deep and withdrew, his breaths hot on her nipples as he tugged on them.
Her sharp intakes of breath filed the room. If it was raw sex that she wanted she was now getting it from him, and he had no way of knowing if it would happen again between them so he’d have his fill of her…she would of him.
Zoe called out to him as she embraced his neck and shuddered in response to his wild tamping of her body, how that pole of his filled and stretched her, caressed her pussy in ways that left Steve having a lot to learn.
‘Sorry…got to tell you,’ she screeched. ‘Fuck me harder Ralph…fuck me and get lost with me in this! I want to feel your cum…deep inside me!’
‘The ride…being with you…was worth the wait!’ he gasped, shoved deep, and stayed there.
‘Yes…it’s the ride of our lives!’ She felt him jerk away and she clamped her fingers into his chest. ‘No…don’t stop…no rubber! I want this and want it from you!’
‘It’s goin’ to be now!’
His balls ached; he felt all that would burst from him rise and swell his tamping prick. They called out to each other as he shot his load; twitched with each flush of release.
‘Keep some for now!’
She had moved off him and took him in her mouth; squeezed on his sac until Ralph could bear it no longer. He clamped her head and drove her down on him, until he was spent…utterly spent.
Ralph was still trying to control his heavy breathing when she leant over him and brushed her breasts over his skin.
‘We’ll just go back to being friends again, Ralph, okay?’ she said, as she kissed him, without any obvious affection, and on the cheek. ‘We really can’t get too involved, can we…what with me in London and you up here, in the sticks?’
‘Yeah, in the sticks…the place that you still came back to…and with Steve,’ he replied on a disbelieving laugh that she could have spoken to him like that and dismissing their wild fuck. ‘You and your mother have a lot in common…think highly of yourselves but still fuck around.’
‘You’ve fucked her too, then, have you?’ she snapped, her eyes widened in a sudden flare of anger and disgust with the thought of it.
‘No! Now get out of my house….’
‘And your life! I’d like to say it was good, what we had…and mean it!’
♠
Ralph tried to dismiss thoughts of Zoe. He watched as Claire parked the car, some make of four-by-four that Claire really has no need for. It is seen as a status symbol that her kind set great store by. He collects his dogs from the place they have been tethered.
Ralph sees her hesitate, as Claire takes in that he has them with him. ‘You’re in a rush so I can’t take them home and then get back here…sorry about that.’
Claire sighs. ‘Okay, leave them with me. I’ll put them in my garden…over there, behind the wall.’
‘I do remember the place, Claire…church fetes and the rest of it…social gatherings that even I attend…sometimes.’
‘Yes…I know.’ She meets again his look upon her. They’re two people with no commitments, any longer, and still they managed to fall out. ‘Perhaps we could…?’
‘Yes, perhaps we can start over?’ He has held out a hand, but Claire chooses to put the car keys in his palm, instead.
‘You’ll need them to unlock the bar holding the spare in place…and the tools that go with it and that you’ll need…’
‘Sure…fine. It shouldn’t take long, and you can get on your way. I’ll knock on the back door when I’m finished, shall I?’
‘Yes, do that…’
The way she says it is like she’s talking toa servant.
Claire walks to the pass door that is set in the high garden wall. She turns to look his way and meets Ralph’s glance. How crazy it’s been to have fallen out with the man; slender faced, almost hollow cheeked, greying hair cut short and that white stubble making him look studiously rebellious. She knows him to be clever; that he’s made his money early.
She’s also heard others call him ‘a bit of a maverick;’ his moods unpredictable; the company he keeps unknown. She’d once known him for considerate and chatty ways; also, not a man to force himself on anyone; not even to flirt or to try it on.
But Ralph Atherton certainly wasn’t gay; at the village barn dances he had always been studiously polite and considerate with all the women that he danced with, their men too busy playing boules, or drinking from the beer on tap, to spend much time on whirls and reels.
It had been on one such night that they’d fallen out. Silly and childish really; for her to have thought that she’d had a claim on him for the evening, and she alone.
She’d go out and see how he was getting on, in a while. She would also check if her meeting could be deferred for a few days. She really wasn’t in the mood to race off after this bad start to her day. Something else had also to be salvaged from it, she now came to realise.
♥
Ralph worked on it; had found the driver’s handbook and discovered the jacking-up points. He’d toiled for a while with the all but useless wheel-spanner, but he’d managed to loosen all the wheel-fixing nuts before jacking up the vehicle.
It had become something of a doddle, and it had broken the ice with that Claire; she with the flyaway auburn hair going grey that she never could quite control; purposefully or not. Her white blouse, a thin black silk bandana loosely tied at her throat, and black leather trousers, leant her a rebellious look; even a rebellious grace; her figure studiously kept by weekly exercise classes in the village hall and attendance at the local stables, where she kept, and rode, the last of her hunters; too old now to go chasing and hunting. It was a topic that he had the good sense never to talk about with her, or to get drawn into with anyone else.
He found himself comparing mother and daughter. He’d fallen out with both women. He could also admit, if only to himself, that he’d fancied them both, the older woman having more to fill a blouse and that he had again seen a hint of. Zoe had been outrageous and impetuous fun. Claire was an altogether different prospect.
Life really was too short for lasting arguments. There was also, he now realised on fitting the spare wheel, a time to make amends…to make up and live on, somehow.
♥
Ralph knocked on the door even though Claire caught sight of him through the kitchen window.
He noticed how she’d brushed out her hair, the light from the low winter sun still picking out the reddish strands; the colour it had been in her youth. He was captivated by the look of Claire’s eyes upon him, having quite forgotten this about the woman; how her gaze upon you could either intimidate or captivate.
‘Sorted,’ he said calmly and held out the keys to her. ‘It’s a ‘get you home wheel’ that I’ve put on, so you’d best get the usual road tyre fixed…have it done when you go out as you planned. I’ve been as quick as I could…’
Claire drew near and took the keys from him; brushed her fingers over his outstretched hand as she did so.
‘Thank you…I…decided to change my plans. It was a last- minute arrangement, anyway, so I don’t feel too bad about changing it to another day.’ She looked over her shoulder as they moved into the kitchen. His dogs had settled on an old settee. ‘Your two dogs feel quite at home…’
‘Yes, so I see,’ he laughed, then realised something was amiss. ‘Where…where’s yours?’
‘Gone…he took ill and was gone very quickly Two months back now.’
‘I’m sorry…I never heard.’
Ralph stood beside her; saw how Claire gazed out of the window for a moment. He couldn’t help but take an interest in her as he saw a moment’s tremble to her lightly glossed pink lips; the freckles on her face; the slow swing of her earrings; a stark counterpoint to her blouse and thin pale blue cardigan; both worn over some fashionably fitting leather trousers that flattered her. The woman must be as old as him…sixty or so.
He sighed; that rut with young Zoe was an aberration; flattering, but a crazy mistake.
He’d never tried it on and tried to pull her, but seeing Claire again, now, made the knot of longing, for the woman, that he felt tighten up. He put a hand on hers; it rested on the worktop where she had set out two mugs; the kettle began to bubble and whistle, softly.
Claire drew her hand away slowly, but on a look to him. ‘Coffee…if you’d like that?’
‘Sure, thanks. It’s from zero…to hero.’
‘Don’t start!’ she sniped, turning sharply. Claire saw him smile and then nodded; could not help but laugh softly as it dawned on her. ‘Of course, I’ve forgotten your teasing…provocative ways of it sometimes.’
‘And…others I’ve not forgotten,’ he murmurs on drawing closer and keeping her from making the coffee. ‘I…I never could forget you, either…when I helped out and we talked. It went no further…then.’
Claire does not pick the kettle out of its cradle. Instead, she grips his hand as Ralph puts an arm about her waist and moves it to slowly brush his fingers over the swell of her breasts; under her cardigan. ‘Now…now you’re going too far…Ralph.’
‘And how far would that be?’
Claire replies in an uncertain and confused tone ‘You could have mended fences long ago…so…why now?’ She seeks to squirm free of his hold upon her, but she soon senses no threat in his behaviour, quite the opposite. She is persuaded to linger under his touches. ‘What’s going on?’
‘What I should have done a long time ago and realised again, now, when I was fixing your car…’ Ralph keeps Claire to him. He offers slow, lambent kisses to her throat and draws away her hair to do so, his embrace offering her no means of escape.
‘Just what do you think you’re….?’
‘It’s…its best not to talk,’ Ralph says softly as his hand works its way around the front of her slacks. It is soon met by the other and he moves deliberately slowly to unfasten it and then to slide his fingers over her blouse ad to touch and tease her body from the tumble of her breasts to her belly.
‘No…I guess it isn’t…’ Claire shivers and moves in response to his touches. ‘From zero…to this,’ she says on a sharp intake of breath.
Ralph’s left hand goes up under her sweater and touches her breasts before moving down over her, onto the swell in her silken panties. She’s being slowly undressed and does nothing to prevent it.
‘This…this…’ she feels his breath on her lips, meets a kiss, then responds to it ever more hungrily. Claire finds it difficult to speak. ‘This…this can’t go on…Ralph…Ralph.’
‘You’re not telling me to stop either…are you?’ Ralph says gently as she squirms under his touches, pushes her hips forward to meet his questing fingers as the claim her, or tug on her hairy mound. ‘Should I stop…do you really want me to not pay attention to you now?’
She gasps as he speaks. His fingers have found their way to her tight but moistened heat; Claire leans against him; feels weak from her longing for what he has brought to her; the sharing of feckless moments and in his embrace and touches upon her.
If she were to be visited someone might see her in flagrante…
She clamps his arms; knows that Ralph has achieved, so quickly, her arousal; brought the rush of clammy warmth there…there where his questing fingers now press, caress and tease what she knows will be her concession to him.
‘Ralph…Ralph…I don’t know…about this…with you now,’ she says on halting breaths, a hand slowing his progress and touches upon her.
Ralph takes her soft words of doubt, and Claire’s responses, as a sign that he should continue. She has relaxed her hold and met his look upon her; met a slow kiss of encouragement.
He continues to fondle and caress her breasts, pinches rhythmically on her nipples. Ralph kisses her neck and throat; slowly draws away the edge of her panties to slide a finger, then two, inside her that much easier.
‘Oh my…Ralph…this…this is crazy!’ she yelps pushing her hips forward to meet every touch of his fingers within her. She meets his deepening kisses; knows of the pleasure that she brings him and snorts out her breaths of longing and her abject loss of control and submission to him. The reclusive man is an accomplished and incomparable seducer of her.
He holds her tight with his left arm and continues to plug her with his fingers; pushes against her back so that she can feel his prick. Ralph now begins to push down her leather slacks over enervated skin…
‘Not here…’
‘Yes, here. It’ll be unexpected and wild for us now…we act on impulse…for the best.’
‘C’mon…come on…come on, then,’ she groans, on stepping out of her trousers and panties, her claims upon him a wild and feckless departure from all that she has known of with others and that his continuing touches arouse in her. She can’t hold back or deny the rush of longing that she now feels for the man holding this claim over her.
Claire reaches for the swell in his trousers; feels him tug at his belt; the slip fastening and then…and then her hands are on him; clamping and pulling; sliding her touches over his length as it springs free of any further restraint. She wanted him, now, but would not be owned by the man or his cock. She was ready could easily become owned by this cock. Is that what I wanted?
Ralph gently but firmly pushes her up against the kitchen wall; disturbs the symmetry of two prints hanging there.
Both are now half-naked, and Ralph’s prick is hard and erect in her clamping and encouraging hands.
‘We finish it now…find closure to what has gone before…please, Claire?’ Ralph looks searchingly into her eyes; kisses them; he then offers nipping kisses to her parted lips.
Claire nods.
‘Don’t! Don’t stop. Fill me! Just fill me…just filll me. Oh!’
She was ready and almost jumped up to wrap her legs about his waist as she rose in response to feeling the round tip of his penis slick her wet lips and push to part them. His cock was so long she felt him grip her buttocks to carry her weight before she was lowered onto him.
‘Claire!’
‘Yes…go on! It’s like that for me too!’ she gasped, wrapping her arms about his neck as she felt him plug her and ease out, She kept from gasping out encouragement. Instead, she was slammed down onto that hard pole once more and he slowly he stretched her before she felt that he had filled her, the head of his penis almost pressing against her cervix and she wondering if she had finally taken him all to her.
‘Ride it…you just ride it, Claire!’
She had both hands on his shoulders and ground her clit and moved up and down on him using short strokes. He continued in his kisses and clamping claims upon her breasts, pulled on her nipples and she felt his snorted breaths of effort.
Claire trembles; she continues to shudder and gasps as he enters and almost withdraws. His strength in holding her on him is bewildering; his intensity in wanting her a frightening surprise.
Ralph lifts her up, clamps her legs about his waist and he thrusts and moves assertively; his kisses are on her mouth; stifles all Claire’s cries of pleasure; at the loss of restraint. ‘This is crazy…we go to my bedroom…in my bedroom!’
‘No, on the couch…here!’
She clings to him, her arms about his neck and looks away; stares in disbelief at what he suggests; but she does not want to lose the sense of abject surrender to his ways of taking her. ‘Yes…here, then.’
She feels him slide from her, for only a moment, and is disoriented as he moves her to the couch. He; makes her lie down before he pushed back her legs and offered kisses to her pink pussy lips, slicked with her juices, before h penetrates once more. She stifles her cries again as he takes her and in his rush to meet an aching need in them both.
‘Keep me in you! I…I want that so very badly!’
‘Yes!’ she yells out, wanting to know of that too, now. She has complied with his every wish and for him to know of her. What she does, now, defies all reason. She kisses him; clamps his bucking hips and keeps Ralph pleasurably deep within her; hears Ralph’s sighs and meets his raging kisses of wonder; she meets his look and…and she sees something new there. ‘You’ve…you’ve wanted me all along, haven’t you?’
‘Yes…I’m…I’m sorry to have stayed away. I…I saw nothing but anger in you.’
‘And…and I felt nothing but disinterest…from you whenever we met.’
She now stared deep into his eyes and saw something new and wonderful in him. She knew that he would reach the point of no return; that he would bring them both to a shattering conclusion. Claire pulled on him, her gasps for breath all the encouragement that he needed. She kept Ralph as deep within her as remaining strength, and the uncomfortable place for their rut, would allow.
‘Yes…let me know of it!’ she yelled, shuddering as Ralph filled her; as she felt the tingling spurts of his release; the wanton possession of her body and all that she had sought to know of and with him made shudderingly real. She convulsed in her orgasm and could not still the plugging tamp of his penis so deep in her body, his sinuous stretching movements so wild and destructive of her control and wish to end her easy submission to him. ‘You’ll break me!’
She yelled out the words as the rush of another climax coursed through her body.
‘Stay there a while longer…Ralph…just stay,’ she groaned, out of pleasure and dismay that he had known of her.’
‘It’ll be more comfortable…next time’
‘What makes you so sure there will be…a next time?’ Claire tugs on his hair. She meets a moment’s look upon her nakedness, but she pushes on him. ‘There’s…there’s someone at the door…the utility room door that you came through!’
‘So? I locked it…’ He had heard the dismay in her voice.
Ralph pressed his lips to her throat and simply breathed in the woman’s warm scent as he sought to catch his breath. Claire touched him gently; brushed her fingers appreciatively through his hair and wondering, as she did so, what future they could have together. A man had certainly claimed her body, and she had needed that more that she would choose to admit, but he was not a man to occupy her mind or for too long.
She was high on the list of village society, and in the area. She had property and land all about the village; she moved in a different society from the man who had pleasured her. He had fulfilled a chore for her in fixing a flat car tyre and then things had gotten a little out of hand.
‘There’s no future in this, is there?’ he now said. He had raised his head from her breasts, once more and Claire had felt his warm breath to her skin. He now looked into her eyes.
‘No…there isn’t, but it was fun,’ she answered firmly. His opportunism, and the sudden sense of wantonness that he had aroused in her, had made the episode extremely pleasurable.
Ralph saw, and heard now, only cool indifference to what he had said and what she had briefly shared with him.
Unashamed of what he had brought to her, and that she gazed at for only a moment longer, Ralph got dressed. Claire too gathered up her clothes and made to be out of his sight. He now called to the dogs. They’d been remarkably well-behaved; had settled in Claire’s late and lamented dog’s box, in the adjoining utility room, and slept while their master tamped a woman on the kitchen couch.
‘We found a way to get closure and to live on differently from now on. Is that it, Claire?’
Ralph received no answer to that. She had simply left him.
As he unlocked the back door, slid away the bolt and opened it, he gasped in surprise. He had chosen not to draw away the small patch of patterned curtain that had been fixed to cover the small pane of glass set within it.
‘Zoe!’
‘Yes, me! I’ve caught you and mum, have I…in flagrante delicto? You’ve fucked her too, I suppose?’
He could not restrain her. Zoe broke free of his hold upon her arm. She rushed from the room and was heard clumping up the back stairs and calling out for Claire.
Life for him in the village would become even more interesting from now on.
He pulled shut the outer door and soon made his way home, the dogs trotting happily along behind him. They would both know, now, that still waters ran deep.
In flagrante, indeed!
His lust for them both had been fully satisfied. If there was to be any future in being with them, then it would be on his terms. He wasn’t bothered by the thought that he might have a long wait.