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This is a stand-alone story about a mature divorcee seeking some excitement in her life. Sexually active characters are at least eighteen years of age. People and places are all from my imagination and any similarities are entirely coincidental.
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A Summer Weekend.
Chapter 1.
It had been one of those glorious August days when the skies are blue and with just a light breeze to temper the heat. Raymond Buxton arrived back from the office, made himself a light snack then decided a glass of wine on the patio would be good to unwind from the day's business. He retrieved a bottle of wine from the fridge, took it and a glass to the table on the patio. Before sitting down on the lounger, he happened to glance at his neighbour's house and saw Karen seemingly in the act of doing just as he was. He crossed over to the low fence separating the two premises and called her over.
"I was just about to have a glass or two of wine. Would you care to join me?"
Karen smiled. "Yes, that would be nice Ray. I'll be with you in a minute. Thank you."
Ray returned to the house and brought out another glass and cushions for the spare lounger. Karen, who had changed her clothes from a business suit to an attractive navy dress, joined him. She almost flopped down into the lounger with a sigh of relief. He filled both glasses and sat down.
"Heavy day Karen?" he asked.
"Yeah," she sighed. "It's our busiest time, getting all the orders out in time for Christmas. Never mind, it will taper off between now and October."
"Are you working this weekend?"
"No, we've had such a busy week so I gave them all two days off. I won't be back until Monday. Two whole days just relaxing. Heaven.
They watched a variety of birds visiting the feeding station, sometimes squabbling; flying in and out again, and just doing the things birds do. The entire back garden was easy on the eyes: Ray employed a professional gardener who tended the hedges, the lawn and the flowerbeds. There was a constant drone of the bees buzzing from flower to flower on the lavender. It was all very peaceful and relaxing. Occasionally the two would engage in light conversation.
By the time the sun had dropped below the horizon, it turned a bit chilly and they had finished the wine. "Would you like another bottle, maybe indoors?"
"Mmm, yes please. That sounds nice."
"Sorry, I never thought to ask, have you eaten since you came home?"
"I couldn't be bothered to make anything so no."
"I only had a light snack so I could do with some food. Shall I order a Chinese takeaway or something?"
Ray phoned for a meal while Karen opened another bottle of wine and they sat at opposite ends of the sofa, partially turned towards each other, sharing the meal and sipping their wine. Karen was a mighty fine looking woman, he thought. He did not know her age but surmised late thirties, perhaps early forties. If only he were even 15 years younger. They were good neighbours and good friends of ten years standing so their conversation was comfortable and relaxed. The silences between conversations were comfortable too, with a selection of light classical music playing quietly in the background.
She thought, Ray is still handsome so, "Did you ever come close to marrying, Ray?"
"Hmm, I've been engaged twice." His eyes crinkled up as he thought. "The first one, Magdalen; an Irish Catholic with a spirit as fiery as her carrot hair suggested." He smiled and shook his head. "We were young, we were both pumped up on hormones, and we were wild and carefree. Sometimes we were outrageous. We lived in a campervan for two crazy years but eventually life in the fast lane began to wear thin for me; I wanted that woman, whom I loved dearly, to settle down with me and raise a family." Ray sighed deeply. "She wasn't ready; she was having too much of a ball, so we parted. I later heard she died by accident while being the subject in some bondage orgy. That sounded just like the thing Maggie would have loved: she would try anything, especially when high on pot."
"I don't think I would have liked the hippie life style. I think I've always craved security, stability."
"And that is just what I wanted when Maggie left, or I left her; it was mutual. It wasn't a difficult path back to, well I suppose I would now call it, a real life. It was a time of high employment and jobs were easy to get. I rented a small bedsit and the rest is history."
"Looking back Ray, are you happy with your choice all those years ago?"
"I've got to say yes, I did the right thing. To be honest, I was just bored stiff with the endless protests about things for which I had no passion. Free love is all very well but along with it come other gifts: I had to see the pox doctor three times. Fortunately that was before the onset of AIDS." He shrugged. "No, I was glad to get out or I would have ended up at that same orgy where Maggie died. Life since then has been good to me. But what about you Karen, you're a lovely woman, did you not ever think about another partner?"
She sighed, almost wistfully, shook her head and smiled. "Not really, Ray. Living with Bryan was ... oh I don't know ... maybe boring is the right word. He was so stuck in his ways and everything had to be just so. I know I said I wanted security and stability but it was so... so ... what do they call it these days? So vanilla at home: even the sex was boring. Yes, I wanted security and stability but I reckoned, on my own, with the business building smoothly, I could provide my own security and stability. I was a virgin when I married Bryan and I've dated one or two since the divorce, but nothing clicked with them. I would like to retire in about ten years: my business should give me a good pension. Maybe then, I can let my hair down. But what about the other time you almost married?"
"Oh, Bernice. Well, I was in my early forties when I met Berni, she was a couple of years older. We met at one of those dreary presentations. Well, things just clicked as you say. That week turned wild and I don't remember us attending many of the meetings. After a year, I proposed marriage to her and she accepted. We were in no great hurry: her parents were in New Zealand, having emigrated when Berni left the nest and I only had distant relatives left. Then her mother had a bad stroke and needs 24/7 care. Berni left me to care for her mother. It was a tearful parting and we still talk on Facebook. Her mother's condition is pretty stable now but she can do little for herself and now her father's memory is beginning to decline."
"And you still miss her?"
"Yes, very much. Oh but I haven't been a celibate monk since then." Ray grinned.