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“Edwina!”

Stephen called out to her, waving as he did so, and as his car slowed to a stop on the gravelled driveway that snaked through the trees and up to the house.

The slender woman with her blonde hair cut short, was riding a small tractormower. He had never seen her dressed as she now was, in a red, captivating, sleeveless top and white shorts, her skin tanned and glistening from sunblock, the movement of the tractor over the rough grass making it clear that she was not wearing a bra. The sight of her, now, only sharpened his attraction and suppressed lust for Edwina; how she always made him think and feel whenever they were together.

“Let me do this last run then I’ll be with you!” she called out, beaming a smile at him as she did so, and the mower cut a path through the grass until she reached a small stand of trees, where she turned before the machine was topped close to where he was parked. She wondered what reason he could have to be with her again after meeting him last night.

“Phew, this is warm work!” She had stopped and the engine soon cut out.

She was keeping herself busy with her house and garden, with her charity work, and dealing with the management issues of the estate that she was now responsible for, with Stephen’s unflappable assistance as her Land Agent, when he was not occupied with his duties as a partner for a local firm. But none of that eased the gnawing sense of loneliness that she so often felt.

Now, she was nervous as she met his unflinching and admiring gaze upon her. She had not been seen so scantily dressed before him, but the heat of the late morning and what she had decided to wear for what were to be her tasks for the day or as much of it as was needed, not given a second’s thought.

“I’m pleased you’ve called by, although we said all we had to say to each other last night, Stephen…”

“That’s true, but it went so well, the whole evening, that I wanted to thank you again by being here…by calling in on you.”

His voice trailed off as he saw her lean forward and reach for the ignition key. Edwina’s halternecked top, cropped just above the tumble of her tanned breasts with their dusting of freckles, had captured his attention. What a captivating sight he found her to be, and she seemed unaware of how deep his feelings, and attraction to her, had become. The boundaries between a client and him as her advisor had never been crossed.

Edwina sensed his confusion, and she was disconcerted to feel that too. His undoubtedly lustful gaze seemed to be devouring her for the first time that she could remember.

Her heart seemed to race as she saw that look upon her. What he had done and was doing in paying such overt attention to her, went beyond all that had gone before between them. Could she dare to believe that a man some thirtyfour years old was taken by the sight of a woman in her early sixties, a widow, and who had been left to deal with her tangled emotions and her late husband’s business interests?

“I’m almost through with the grass cutting,” she said, again, somewhat flustered. “Go and park in front of the house and go through the gate in the yew hedge. “I’ll meet you on the terrace and we can have a drink…and talk about whatever’s on your mind.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve caught you off guard…”

“It’s too late now, Stephen. You’re here and I’m more than happy to stop this tedious chore.”

Feelings that she thought had long been buried over recent, difficult, and lonely years, had suddenly resurfaced. He was not a young man who was, seemingly, infatuated with her and attracted to the woman he had seen clothed in quite different ways from usual when they met in his office to talk estate matters. Seemingly, she was an attractive woman who lived alone in her home and was now the center of attention of an undoubtedly attractive younger man.

Along with that feeling, was the sense of how unconventional their meeting had suddenly become. Richard always rang to arrange a meeting, usually on her iPhone which she always carried with her, even now. But it had not trembled in her short’s pocket and now here he was, showing up at her door, on a Saturday, and unannounced.

What could possibly be at work in him to provoke his sudden attendance upon her? She could not dismiss his opportunism, nor the feelings that he had aroused in her by doing so.

“I can’t just turn him away after a few moments of small talk,” she muttered as the engine burst into life.

The tractor lurched into motion, and she crossed the expanse of field grass that she had just mown. She was oblivious to the slap of the thin tree branches as she took the shortest route to the timber outbuildings where she stored the tractor and where redundant loose boxes were to be found. She had sold her horse, and Richard’s, when he had gone.

“Thoughts of her have got their hooks into me,” he muttered as the door of his car was closed and he did as Edwina had directed.

Stephen knew that he had acted on impulse, their bond the previous evening at a charity event that he had attended, no credible reason for showing up now, and when he saw her busy, riding a small tractor and trailing twin grass cutters behind it. The woman in her clingy, sleeveless sun top and white shorts, had beguiled him with their easy chatter and her attentive ways of listening to what he had to say and not interrupting him. He had listened to her, and they had fallen into easier ways that went beyond what had, hitherto, been a proper and professional relationship.

Now, his presence with a scantily clad woman would stretch the relationship still further, but her cheery ways as she walked across the terrace to be with him, suggested that she too was gradually coming to terms with all that his presence had aroused.

It was strange how closer connections could form so unexpectedly from what had been, or seemed to be, an only tooordered life. There was a tension between them, an unspoken engagement that she sensed had to be brought to a conclusion. It was so sudden but did not seem wrongful to feel this way. She’d had enough, borne too many setbacks to want to continue living in what had become to feel that she was living in the same rut and had, until today, no end in sight.

“There’s a connection between us, Edwina, how we think about the situation that we’re in and that I can’t ignore any longer.” She had seen a look of curiosity and kindness that was more than the usual look of concern for her.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Last night, at that charity do…we talked, moved, and talked to others but we always came together to talk again. I wondered why that was and the reasons you came back to me. You didn’t have to.”

“No, I didn’t have to do that.” Her heart raced as she confessed to it and any thought of getting them a drink was quite forgotten. Her heart seemed to skip a few beats as she took in what he had said, a few words holding so much meaning. He had picked up on her wish to be with him, no overt sign given to those milling around them in the crowded venue, but he had noticed.

“Believe in something different between us,” he now said as he moved closer and held out one hand.

As they touched in acceptance of what could be happening, Edwina felt a strange, uncommon sensation, grip her. She felt a tightening in her chest, the peculiar feeling of her breasts swelling and nipples hardening; sensations she had not experienced for a long time, and certainly not since Richard had died and that was three years ago.

A younger man was seducing her, and she now wondered how far she would go in meeting Stephen in his claims upon her body and the departure from what had become an ordered but lonelier life. She thought that she wanted to take the raw physicality of being with him, and not the emotional bond also, with all that came from a union with someone else.

She had not thought it all through and had certainly not seen what was to happen coming her way. A man, younger than she, was intent on claiming her and what she had brought to his sight and soon a lover’s touch.

“I was going to get us both a drink,” she said, yet sensing that he was not interested in that but in the sight of her and how they stood close and she met the intense gaze of his admiring eyes upon her. “I didn’t know that you felt this way about me.”

“It’s been something I’ve found it hard to deny the longer we worked together…under changed circumstances.”

“You didn’t want to make it so obvious…you mean.”

“As I’m doing now?” he suggested in reply, smiling.

“Yes…” Last night she had thought how good it felt to be with him. Now she was certain of it.

The intensity of his gaze was impossible for her to ignore, Stephen’s long and slender face with the hollows in his cheeks, the riot of his slickedback brown hair with its irregular parting, were lending him a rebellious look so different from the impeccably dressed businessman she always thought him to be. That look, of last night, was now replaced by a skyblue longsleeved shirt worn with a light tan summer suit. He was tall, of strong but slight build, and disconcertingly like her with a slender nose.

“Stay here with me, please?” he now asked with a caress of his fingers to the warm skin of her arm.

She captivated him, even in her shabby clothes, because he now moved to embrace her firmly, with one arm low around the small of her back as he drew her to him. She shivered in response to his questing touch, stilling the progress of his hand as it brushed the front of her blouse. She felt his every breath, not to mention his hard cock as she was encouraged to turn so that she was held against him and could feel his state of arousal.

“This is all so sudden!”

“Is it unwelcome?”

“No…no,” she said on quickening breaths, his caresses having an unsettling effect upon her. She was nervous with anticipation, by feelings in her tummy that she always felt when she was being seduced and being made ready for . A slight tremor ran down her spine, strong enough that he would have felt it. “I’ll…I’ll go only so far this first time, Stephen.”

Even in her secluded back garden, she was dismayed to be succumbing to a very public act of seduction, the sensations that he aroused in acts of slow, intimate, sensual foreplay by the use of his mouth and hands.

“I understand…” he murmured. “It’s enough for me to be with you like this.”

His reply was at odds with how he felt. The woman in his arms inflamed his senses and his prick had become achingly hard in what felt like a single heartbeat. She did not resist when he unbuttoned her shorts and she wriggled to allow him to push them down her slender thighs.

“Yes, do it for me in this way,” she said, her hands in his hair encouraging Stphen to finger her slit as her panties were pulled down. Shivers of anticipation coursed through her body, and she ran her fingers through his silken hair as he was pulled against her. “Go on, find me in this way. There will be other times for so much more!”

She exulted to have a man such as this claim her body and senses; to drive from her mind all that had happened and the loneliness she had so often felt. She pulled a seat cushion from one of the chairs closest to them and he knelt on it, meeting her look of desire on him as he did so.

Stephen didn’t say it, but the woman was taking advantage of him in wanting it to be this way, but in her kisses, he sensed surrender to the claims on her pussy that his fingers soon sought. He felt her trembling, her legs shivering, and looked up to meet a vacant, dreamy, stare on him.

“Yes, you’re finding me!”

She leaned forward to kiss him and his hands trailed up her body to clamp on the tumble of her breasts, the cotton top offering little or no restraint, the nipples hard against the soft fabric. His hands caressed her trembling legs, smoothed touches to the skin behind Edwina’s knees before he grabbed her impossibly slender buttocks and kneaded the hollows at her hips.

She beguiled him with her shapely and tended body; she had gotten to him and he thought that there was no one better for him to claim, a mature and lonely woman who had relied upon him in so many ways but not this. What he now sought of her, and with Edwina’s full agreement, would be so much more enjoyable if he was patient and instead took pleasure from the sight of her clothed as she was, or whenever or wherever Edwina allowed it.

The delay in satisfying his lust for her would only heighten the sense of anticipation of so much more to be discovered and then shared. She was beautiful and radiant, her skin smooth, and being with her, like this, promised so much more.

Her hands gripped his shoulders through the fabric of his Stephen.

“You want to touch more of me, don’t you?” she asked against his lips as Stephen gazed up and moved away from claiming her with his tongue and lips.

“Yes, and I’ll only go so far with this and with you,”

He was determined to have his lips kiss and suck on those nipples that deformed the front of her blouse and to claim them as his fingers worked her pussy and he brought her on to what he expected would be the first orgasm she had been overwhelmed by in three or more years. He would do that for her and like this.

Still kneeling, he rose to embrace her for the time that they kissed. His hungering mouth settled on her breasts, his claims upon them slowly soaking the fabric of her blouse. Despite his fingers easing it up over her tummy she stopped him.

“No, only so far. Go on with what you’re doing!”

After the drought of having no attention paid to her, she knew that she would not last long before she succumbed to wild moments of pleasure.

Stephen’s hands now gripped her breasts before his fingers pinched and tugged on her nipples, the cloth covering wet from his mouth had been there. One hand roamed over those soft mounds of flesh as the other resumed its fingering of her.

And then she shuddered. Edwina gripped his head as his tongue slicked and darted into her slit, flickered quickly over those glistening lips of her pussy that he parted with his fingers. He licked up and down and tasted her, Edwina’s juices now flowing freely and her pussy’s lips like a beacon to guide him into her haven. Go on, you do that so well, you darling!”

He could hear her groaning and enjoying all that he did as he moved up with his fingers and tongue and found her clit, the nub hidden behind soft flesh, his tongue flickering and slicking, swirling over it in a furious and seducing rhythm that she could not control.

“Don’t stop! Don’t you stop…and make your client cum with your tongue and fingers!”

“You’re a woman that I want, no more or less!” he replied somewhat harshly.

“Yes…yes, I know.”

She started trembling and moaning aloud as she bucked her hips and had her cunt continue to claim his fingers and close around them; took into her fingers that swirled and prodded as her orgasm built and then overwhelmed her.

“Stephen!” she shrieked, and her body convulsed as she climaxed with little or no warning, Stephen having his open mouth settle on her snatch to prevent her from squirting her pussy’s juices over his face. He finally leaned back until only the tip of his tongue teased her and Edwina shuddered with pleasure.

Edwina tugged on his hair and eased him off her. She simply held him, her arms around his head as he embraced her buttocks and knelt before her as if he were supplicant at the altar.

“You’ve waited for a moment like this, haven’t you? he asked and smiled as Stephen looked up at her admiringly.

“Yes, although I never thought that I would give myself to you. Now there’s no turning back from this, even if I wanted to, and I don’t.” Stephen rose from his kneeling position even as Edwina moved away. “I’ll get us both a drink as I intended to do before you changed my mind.”

She kissed him deeply and fell into his embrace upon her, the caresses that Stephen offered persuading her to linger and surrender to the moment. He cupped her face in his hands, that smelled of .

“We make plans for tonight, so agree to that won’t you? So much has been left unsaid and undone. You’re in my blood, Edwina, so much so that I can’t stop.”

She laughed out of pure joy. “I never could have guessed!”

Edwina skittered away, her hair swaying on the warm breeze and Stephen slumped down in a chair as he picked the cushion off the warm slabs at his feet. He had paid homage to an older woman, but the evening and night would be the time for them to share what had provoked him into arriving at her home, unannounced, but his presence was far from unwelcome.

They were on a journey of discovery quite different from all that had happened and had gone before, and their age differences would be no barrier.

♥

She and Richard had been friends for years with Lauren and Chris Cooke. Since Richard’s death, they often ate at favoured haunts in the villages nearby or the market town of Shipston. Doing so had often taken her out of what felt like a cloistered routine that belonged with widowhood. And then, Stephen’s attentiveness had awakened other possibilities.

Tonight, they were in Bon Chance, a wine bar and eatery with an appropriately sounding name, given how she felt after her tryst with Stephen. Tempting as it had been to do so, she had conceded to everything he had asked of her, difficult as it had been not to pursue full intercourse with the younger man.

After her frenzied and passionate tryst with Stephen and moments of heavy petting, she needed the resolve to continue her deepening involvement with him and, perhaps, to confide in her friends when she was sure of what she could so easily get involved with.

She had to start over with a new man and they would have to meet him. Doing so, ‘by accident’, seemed the best route to follow and it had been Stephen’s idea. He would ‘show up’ at Bon Chance and confess to having been ‘stood up’. He would then go on to say that he wasn’t going to let the reservation he had lapse, at the last minute, and incur a hefty charge.

So it was that she was not in a group of three but would spend an evening with a man who advised her and who soon became confident and amusing company. She felt amazed that the evening had gone so well. The ‘younger man’ that she wanted as her lover had passed a test that she had chosen to set, and even Lauren had given her a soft smile of approval, sensing that introducing him as her ‘land agent’ and them working closely to manage the estate was becoming more than it was to outward appearances.

Lauren had not fallen for the that an attractive man like Stephen, chatty and attentive, had been stood up. But she had liked her inventiveness in the excuse offered for his appearing at their table.

And when the time came for them to part, Stephen had suggested that he dove her home. “It will save you going out of your way, Chris.”

Stephen was as resourceful as he was determined to be with her, just as he had been earlier in the day when he had shown up and seen her in gardening clothes. What had followed his arrival as she was cutting the grass had been wonderfully unpredictable but limited.

There was more to learn about Stephen and what he was good at. She had only taken the first few steps in her dance of desire to know him and now, as they drove to her home, she felt again the tension in the air between them and the knot of renewed longing for him in her belly.

The wheels crunched on the gravel drive as Stephen pulled the small twodoor Mercedes off the road. The Mozart clarinet piece ended just as they arrived, Edwina saying that she had his love of the music. The headlights picked out the flower urns against the stone walls of the property, the clipped privet bushes lending distinction to the architecture and setting of the house.

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