(Part 01)
Celia Waddington joined the firm in Shallowfield straight out of University and knocked him off his feet the moment she walked into the office and as the old man of the team at 33 he adopted the role of the avuncular and took her under his wing and showed her the ropes and of course try as he might not to, and despite the 12 year age difference Kevin Appleby fell in love with her.
Three months had passed since Celia Waddington and Kevin Appleby had reconciled in the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel and made love in his room for two days.
Two long sensual days when they reacquainted themselves with every inch of each other’s bodies until they had nothing left to give.
But then they talked and talked and Kevin said that they should not see each other again for three months.
He still wanted her and still wanted to marry her but he wanted her to be 100 percent sure that she wanted him in the same way.
If she was not sure he didn’t think they could be together.
Not that he didn’t think she loved him or enjoyed being with him, and he knew without a doubt that she enjoyed making love with him.
“I love you so much” he said as they lay entwined beneath the duvet “I just have to know for sure that you love me enough”
He just wasn’t sure that Celia could give herself over to him, heart, soul and life to, a man 12 years older than herself.
Neither of them were happy about the prospect of another three months of separation but he had no words to convince a 29 year old woman to give her life to a man the wrong side of 40 and nor would he have wished to use them if they were in his possession.
Equally Celia didn’t have the words to convince him of her love but she could not have assured him of her resolve because she wasn’t able to convince herself.
“I do love you Kevin but I agree” she said “I do have to be certain sure”
(Part 02)
It was heart-breaking to watch her drive away but he knew he had done the right thing and it was only three months he had endured two years and survived intact but it would be worth every minute just to hear his declaration of love returned in word and delicious deed.
It had been pretty much love at first sight for him, but then she was a beautiful sight to behold.
For her it was a more gradual falling and one that began with her lustful consumption of him in an executive bathroom, but fall she did despite fighting against it tooth and claw.
Even before their serendipitous meeting at the hotel, Celia had agreed to take a three month secondment in Shallowfield where she could be close to her sister and the twins, so that fitted in well and would give her the time to think and in that time she would either get over him or know for certain sure he was the one.
Though if after three months Celia did resolve that she didn’t love him enough to live her life with him and it was definitely over she would at least have the memory of that final wonderful weekend to sustain her forever.
Kevin would have liked to have exchanged the occasional text or email with her but he had asked Celia for a total separation, which he soon regretted.
All he could do was throw himself into his work totally and fill his every waking moment with thoughts of anything and everything that wasn’t Celia Waddington.
Impossible of course but if in the unlikely event that he could exclude her from his thoughts he couldn’t stop her invading his dreams.
It was the day before Christmas Eve when the three months were up and he got the long awaited phone call, he took a deep breath and hit the button.
“Hello, Kevin Appleby” he said
“Hey Kevin” she said
“Celia?” he asked “God it’s good to hear your voice”
“Ditto” Celia replied “Where are you?”
“I’m in London” he replied “Are you still in Shallowfield?”
“No I’m back home” she replied “When are you back?”
“Tonight” he replied
“Can we meet?” Celia asked
“Yes” he said “Have you made a decision?”
“Yes I have” she replied
“And?” he enquired trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice
“I don’t want to say on the phone” she answered “I want to do it face to face”
“Ok” he said not knowing if that was good or bad
“Come to the house tonight” he said
“What time?” she asked
“Around seven” he replied “Let yourself in if I’m late, you know where the key is”
“Ok, I’ll see you tonight then Kevin” she said
“Ok, bye”
(Part 03)
The journey out of London was an absolute nightmare and consequently he was seriously late and it was nearly 8 o’clock when he drove onto the drive.
Since her phone call Kevin’s stomach had been in absolute knots and arriving home late didn’t untangle it in the least.
The lights were on in the house so Celia had let herself in he only hoped she was still there and hadn’t got tired of waiting.
As he sat in the pre-Christmas traffic he tried to ring Celia to warn her of his delay but his phone died.
So he sat on the drive trying to summon up the courage to go in, he was so desperate to know her answer but equally terrified of what it might be, yes or no.
“Yes” meaning she was sure and she would give all of herself to him unreservedly and become his wife.
Or “No” and they would never be together.
On the journey home he reran the earlier conversation in his head and tried to read between the lines to find some hidden meaning or some indication as to what her decision was.
He slowly opened the back door and stepped in.
“Hi Celia” he called “I’m sorry I’m late, the traffic was hell”
No answer, she must have got fed up of waiting after all.
“Shit” he exclaimed and took off his coat but as he was about to hang it on the peg in the utility he noticed an unfamiliar coat already hanging there.
“She is here” he said, “but where? Where was she exactly?
He hung his coat and walked into the open planned lounge and that’s when he knew.
He knew because he saw a black stockings hanging from the mantel anchored beneath a Christmas candle so he knew where to find her.
He glanced towards the door to the hall and noticed a second black stocking wrapped around the handle, he smiled and opened it and stepped into the hall.
He could see a grey wool dress draped untidily over the downstairs bannister post, so he proceeded upstairs and on the top one was a black lace bra and on hanging on his bedroom door handle were the matching panties.
Kevin opened the bedroom door and walked in and he found Celia laying naked on his bed in a provocative pose with her wondrous hairy bush on full display her finger busy between her moist lips.
“You’re a bit overdressed for an engagement party” she said casually fingering herself
“A what?” he said hoping he hadn’t misheard
“I love you and I want to marry you, now get your clothes off”
“Are you really sure?”
“100 percent” she replied as he quickly stripped and joined her on the bed
“Because you were late” she said with her fingers still stroking her crack “I had to start without you”
“Sorry about that” he said “but I’m sure I’ll catch up”
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