Faye Lamb relaxed in her bath, letting the hot water and soothing oils wash over her body, ridding it of the tensions of the day.
Faye had been charged with organising the Sharma's Confectionary customer day. It was full of potential pitfalls, but to here great relief, all had gone well.
She was now in her room at the luxury hotel, which hosted the event. Laying back in the soothing water, she closed her eyes and thought about the circuitous route her life had taken, to bring here to this point
Married young, to Daniel, he had just up and left one day, disappearing from the face of the earth. A few weeks later she discovered she was pregnant with her son Ryan, now in his twenties.
Not being able to trace Daniel, they had never divorced, so were still legally married. She had moments with other men, but in her heart she still loved him.
Then one day, in the dentist's surgery, she spotted a magazine article about a family of millionaires moving from London to Yorkshire, the accompanying photo's were a shock to her. The father was her husband Daniel, now resurrected as Mark Wylde, with him his wife Natasha and their three children.
Faye then tracked him down to the village of Emmerdale, where she confronted him and he declared he was still in love with her, but could not leave his family.
She and Ryan now lived in the village, where she was P.A. to the Sharma's owners of a confectionary factory.
Climbing from the bath, she dried herself and slipped into a white towelling robe. After fixing her hair and make up, she stood in front of the full length mirror and let the robe fall to the floor.
She looked at herself reflection. Her crowing glory was her magnificent flame red hair. Not a pretty face, handsome and slightly angular, her skin was like a pale alabaster, almost translucent. She wore a deep red lip gloss, to accentuate the paleness of her skin.
Her body was slim, breasts still firm, the nipples a deep shade of pink, stomach flat and at the junction of her thighs, that triangle of coppery gold hair.
"Hmm, not bad for a forty-three year old," she murmured to herself.
She had selected an emerald green bra and panty set, and was reaching for her panty hose, when she spotted a pair of hold up stockings she had picked up in an impulse a few weeks before.
Siding them on she felt really turned on and sexy.
As she entered the bar, wearing a stunning dark green dress, which set off her hair perfectly, she turned several heads,including those of her employers, Jai and Nikhil Sharma, who were with their sister Pryia.
"Wow, you look sensational," exclaimed Jai as he offered a glass of champagne.
"Thank you, you all look very nice to," replied Faye, "here's to a very successful day, cheers."
After dinner, Jai invited them back to his suite for drinks. They had enjoyed several bottle of fine wines and so were a little tipsy when they got there.
Faye was sat on the sofa with Nikhil, enjoying a glass of vintage brandy. Jai and Pryia were in easy chairs opposite, when Pryia suddenly got up walked over to her brother, sat on his lap and began to kiss him. Not a sisterly kiss, but full on.
Faye could not believe her eyes, as she saw tongues sliding in and out of mouths as the siblings became more intense. Jai was now sliding his hands over his sisters body as the kissing increased in passion.
