Well, I saw her again this afternoon. First time in about 3 months, but she always seems to pick a weekend, Saturday or Sunday. Its only because I bumped into her up the road and she said she’d come around again to ‘catch up on everything’. I didn’t mind; especially as she usually brings a bottle of wine with her.
We went for a walk in the Woods and sat near the Pavilion. It was quite crowded, so we avoided the queues for tea and coffee, ice cream, whatever. It seemed strange, almost uncanny, sitting on a hard wooden bench looking at the Pavilion bathed in the warm sun. It was here that notorious witchcraft ceremonies were said to have taken place at night back in 1973; the Pavilion forecourt even having had a ‘magical Circle’ inscribed on the tiles. The local paper had gone on to publish a photograph of this (or the remains of it) and gone on to embellish the story by suggesting that Long John Baldry’s pet tabby cat, ‘Stupsi’, had been ‘sacrificed’ during such a ceremony after LJB had reported it had ‘gone missing’. Well, only two weeks after all the scandal had finished flying around, the mangy thing returned home but amazingly, Baldry said nothing to the paper about this, and the story was set down as a ‘part of history’ – erroneous history, that is. (Are you listening Long John Baldry’s cat?!) Those days seemed far away now; seemed almost non-existent in the bright daylight. She remembered the story though, and we both had a good laugh about it.
Back at the flat, there was the usual stuff to ‘catch up’ on – Sundays are not really the most relaxing of Summer’s days in the Woods.
She’d arrived wearing an almost transparent dress, which wasn’t difficult to see through even though you were trying not to look (or not to make it obvious that you were looking!). The Woods walk had highlighted this even more when her slim body had been ‘outlined’ with the help of the sunlight.
Now, she sat on the bed which ‘doubles up’ as a sofa because the double bed next door is almost inaccessible due the partial collapse of the ceiling. Her short dress was well up over her thighs, but she kept leaning aside to show me things from her bag, and then it came up even higher! She had beautiful legs (and she knew it), but why shouldn’t she ‘show these off’?, and she certainly knew that I wasn’t complaining!
I realised there was a strong chance to pursue the opportunity further, but I didn’t try to take any advantage of it. I could have easily gone and sat next to her, probably kissed her easily, and that would have been the start of it.
But the truth was, I didn’t really want to. At least, I wanted to, but just couldn’t be bothered going through the whole procedure. I knew there were no deep feelings involved from either her part or mine, but sexual attraction (even devoid of any love) can be so powerful sometimes.
She left about 4 hours later and I walked her to the front door. But before opening it, I kissed her goodbye and this soon led to more tender kisses at the front door. I felt safe now that I was out of the flat, so didn’t resist when she guided my hand under the light dress to touch her bare shoulders. There was a little more before she left, then I wandered back upstairs (my bad foot of little help) to check the Websites. Decided to put this in Sunday’s blog as nothing much else has really happened. And besides, it makes a change from religion!
Just wonder if my dream of A. will come back again tonight.