(c) Alex Carr 2010
Kim was older than I thought.
When I first met her I never for a moment imagined that such a casual conversation in passing could ever result in a tumultuous affair
There was I busily doing my Autumn did in my allotment when Kim approached me with a cup of hot soup "to warm the cockles of your heart" she said.
"That's very nice of you, where on earth did you get that from?"
"My name's Kim by the way, I work the allotment down there," she said pointing - "and I know your name is Alex because you are the writer aren't you? And how did I manage the hot cuppa soup- on such a bloody freezing day? Well I have a small oil stove in my allotment shed. Simple!"
I was glad to take the cup from her and said she had my name right and I was pleased to meet her - and it sort of progressed from there.
Small talk led to big talk and it wasn't long before we were having a warm up in her allotment shed (her oil stove)
"Well it's enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey isn't it?" she chuckled. "You've written several books haven't you?"
"Yes I have, enjoy writing about real life things though"
"I've noticed, I simply adore your erotic tales, Alex" she said with a sparkle in her eyes and I am positive her cheeks were flushed red - or was it just the cold, it had been like it for a week and to try and dig was almost an impossible task, it was like rock!
"Can't do much today, think I will call it a day and come back when it's thawed, Alex. What say you?"
"I guess you are right, I returned - no point in struggling, much better to be in front of a roaring fire and relax."
"Like mine" she quickly put in.
"That an invite?" I asked.
"Sure thing," she returned with a really interesting expression which swayed my thinking of her as just another allotment pal to more like a woman I could be intimate with.
What was I thinking? This woman must have been a good thirty years older than me and yet, like one or two of the characters inn my 'stories, I was beginning to find her attractive. But what about her, I primarily took her invite to be just a friendly gesture, nothing more, nothing less - and yet, having said that, there was a moment when, huddled together in her shed attempting to keep warm - and there being not much room for us both on the narrow bench, that her charisma seemed to warm to me in a way which sort of suggested that maybe she'd like to know me on a more intimate basis - but realised being older than me, it was a fantasy of sorts.
I wonder? Anyway we both made for her place opposite the allotment, I never realised she lived so close to me, just down the road in fact, it is odd these days that, maybe because most of us use a car, we rarely get to know our neighbours other than the ones next to you.
Anyway to cut a long story short because there is not much point I guess in passing on to you, the reader, all the cackle.. Suffice to say that I discovered she had thrice been widowed, two of her Husband's having die of the big 'C' and the remaining, well he knocking her about a bit so she gave him order to vamoose! ( I liked that, here was a woman with spirit and besides, I just cannot abide blokes who abuse women - unless of course they want to be abused Ina loving sexual way)
And me? Well I told her I had a couple of 'near misses' in as much as I discovered they both cheated on me, and being a possessive sort of guy, I could not put up with that so I dumped them.
"So Kim, both our lives have not been exactly forthcoming by way of happy romances, Huh?"
I realised I had lit the fuse and was in for a relish of her joyful times with her first two guys, how she missed them, how she often thought of them, and how it would be to find another who could give her the company and love she so desired.
Of course she was lonely for one and me, being a guy, thinking maybe she was lustful for another.
I decided if it was top happen I would not hold back in any way, shape or form. That it is not age that matters, it is what the person is and how that person is to you. At first, yes - I thought of Kim like one would think of a mother but, listening to her, the type of person she was enchanted me, she was a real nice person with loads of love to give and me? Well of course I had some that had been hidden away for so long, almost not daring tom let it escape should I let it involve me in yet another unwanted relationship like the two I had already had.
But Kim seemed different and I was ready to release my most inner thoughts and maybe more, depending on how things went.
But our relationship was warming some, but I didn't want to spoil it by suggesting anything too involved, although I wanted too, believe me. She maybe more mature but I began to think of her as a real time lover, there was that something that really energised that deep almost stagnant lust inside me which was waiting how to sprout out like a new bud in spring, to open out and display it's full glory and then I knew I was well on the way to another love relationship.
If ever I wanted to stop it there was no chance, love is so usual, so complicated to understand what sparks it off, what exactly it is, whether a mixture of lust and love, fantasy or sheer eroticism, I had written enough about that to know just how strong it can be, how it can really turn you on, in my case so intense I often need tom pause between paragraphs - to let the steam in my body, the thrill that has aroused my very being, free in order I can continue.
But now it was happening for real, it wasn't a fictitious fantasy -it was real time and I think Kim was fully aware of that and the consequences when she asked me how I cope without a mate.
I thought carefully before I replied and simply said; "I don't. I have to keep myself busy to keep myself sane, that I was just your normal full blooded guy who needed gratification and, well yes, love of you like!"
At which point, Kim who had been sitting on a chair opposite came and joined me on the settee, so close I could smell her nectar, something I had not noticed of her in the allotment shed, had she put it on 'specially for me when earlier she went to the bathroom?
"I like your scent" I said and she told me it was something she'd got from Avon and she was glad I liked it and hoped it wasn't too strong, because she hated women who swamped themselves in it so much that you could smell them after they had passed you by and were yards away!
"I know what you mean, perhaps some need more than others? I suggested.
She just smiled, a warm smile which made me feel good.
"I am so glad I got to chatting you up at last, "she admitted.
"Really?" I replied surprised.
