As Mike Guglielmi
crossed the high street in Shallowfield he caught sight
of Francesca Patrington sitting alone at one of the tables outside Addison Café.
He also noticed she
was wearing the same summer outfit she had on when they made love in the
Dancingdean woods up by Cooper’s Folly, and the thought of that day caused a
stirring in his pants.
He guessed she was
probably enjoying a coffee while waiting for a friend.
He quickened his
stride and as luck would have it, or so he thought, he caught her eye and he
gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she gathered up her things and
hurried away.
“Very odd” he thought
He had lunch alone at
the pub and enjoyed a couple of leisurely pints while he read the paper and
subsequently it was midafternoon when he stepped back out into the sun, and as
he did so he spotted Francesca again this time in the pub carpark, so he
approached her on her blindside so she couldn’t run off again and when Mike was
a few feet away he said
“I think you’ve been
avoiding me”
Francesca jumped and
immediately became flustered
“No, no not at all”
she corrected him
“I think you have,” he
repeated “why?”
Francesca didn’t say
anything for about a minute
“Please tell me
Frankie” he entreated
“Because I feel
guilty,” She snapped
“You don’t need to
feel guilty Frankie, I seduced you remember, it wasn’t you’re choice”
“You don’t understand”
She said “I don’t feel guilty because it happened”
“Then why?” Mike asked
but she didn’t respond
“Francesca?”
“Because I liked it”
she barked
“I liked it because it
was so dirty, I liked it because it was so exciting”
Francesca paused and
then continued
“And because I came
like I never came before”
Then she hurried away
towards her car, but stopped and turned after a few paces and said
“But most of all I
feel guilty because I want to do it again”
And then she was gone
again, I thought for a moment before I hurried after her
“Frankie?” he called
but she kept going so he pressed on after her instead and Francesca was
standing by her car when he caught up with her.
“Do you mean it?” he
asked but his question met with silence
“Francesca?”
“Yes” she replied
reluctantly “but it can never happen again”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a wife
and a mother” she retorted and then added almost as an after thought
“And I love my
husband”
She may have once but
not so much now he thought, her husband spent more time on the Golf course or
in the club house than he did with his gorgeous wife.
He believed Francesca
was clearly lonely which she didn’t deserve to be, and it was in his power to
change.
She opened the
hatchback and was about to put her shopping in the boot; but he put his right
hand on the edge of the boot, preventing her.
“Do you think about
that day?”
“Yes” she said
“Often?”
“Yes”
“And when you’re alone
in your bed” he asked
She reddened and then
nodded
“Do you touch yourself
as you remember?” he asked
“Do you stroke
yourself off under the duvet while you recall what we did in the woods, what I
did to you in the woods?”
“Don’t make fun of me,
don’t make fun of it” she screamed and started to cry
“I’m not making fun of
you,” he said taking hold of her hand
“I think of it all the
time” he said “It excites me too, I think of you, in that outfit, and your
beauty beneath it”
Francesca squeezed his
hand and he continued
“In the woods, me
inside you”
“So do I,” she gasped
and squeezed his hand again and then lent forward pinning it between the car
and her pubis.
They didn’t speak; the
only sound was her steady breathing and the birdsong as he rubbed his thumb on
the fatty flesh of her mound gently and methodically and he watched her, eyes
closed, lips slightly parted, and her tongue lightly moistening them as she
breathed.
Just as her breaths
began to deepen a group of pub customers walked by and the spell was broken she
let go of one hand and stepped out of range of the other.
She threw her shopping
quickly in the boot and slammed it shut.
“Please don’t avoid me
again?” he said
“I won’t I promise”
she said and then she drove away, he would look out for her tomorrow and see
what could be done, he certainly hadn’t had enough of Mrs. Patrington and the
recollection of their last sexual tryst brought a distinct lump to his
trousers.
As he walked back
towards home Mike ran various scenarios through his head of where and when he
might enjoy her again, the first occasion was a chance meeting but the next
would need to be carefully planned.
“Very carefully
indeed” he muttered under his breath and then was snapped out of his
deliberations by the sound of a car horn.
When he turned around
to investigate the source of the sound he discovered it was Francesca, who had
pulled up alongside him.
“Hello” he said “I was
just thinking, about you, about us”
“Good I want you to
take me to the woods again, please” she said
“And I want to take
you” he retorted “When did you have in mind?”
“Right now” she
snapped
“Are you sure?”
“Yes” she yelled “Get
in the bloody car”
“So much for careful
planning” Mike said to himself as he walked around to the other side and got in
the car.
And after a short
tense ride in the car up to a secluded part of the Dancingdean Forest Francesca
had a longer stress relieving ride in the woods.
