Part 2 - continuing my visit to seek Daph's input
Re-cap
Although I had not planned a visit to ask Daphne (Daph as she preferred throughout the neighbourhood) it had turned out to be quite a startling and
revealing
visit, on a couple of fronts. Although in her early seventies and a grandmother, Daph but still had the figure many forty to fifty year olds (or even younger) would envy. Her face, while still reflecting her younger beauty, was a little wrinkled about the eyes and corners of her mouth, however, she did look after herself and any sun effects were minimal. She was shortish in stature, standing about 5' 2" tall, but she still had her womanly curves in all the right places, and kept herself active by walking at least once a day. The walking combined with all the community work she did and associations she belonged to certainly kept her figure in check and her metal faculties in top working order. Her hair was typical of her age group in terms of length and colour; light curl and salt and pepper colouring.
The first startling piece of information derived from some old black and white photographs Daph had on her mantle. One was of her mother and the others were group images of her mum and her work colleagues during their WWII posting at the RAAF base near Wagga Wagga, in southern New South Wales. Until that day, neither Daph nor I had any idea that her mother and my Aunt Renee were there at the same time, doing the same sort of work (parachute packing) and knew the same people, well one particular man: Bob.
During the course of our initial discussion/s of our WWII connections, one thing lead to another and before we knew it, we were in her lounge room getting naked and exploring each others body's. Daph told me of her yearning to see '
more'
of me, as she often watched me through her lounge room venetian blinds as I mowed the lawns, particularly on hot summer days when I would have my shirt off.
We had both reached amazing orgasmic highs as a consequence of our torrid fucking and were both recuperating on the carpeted floor collecting our respective breaths. The room was cosy and quiet as we conversed, unlike the earlier engagement which was loud and sexually charged; the room, only minutes before, had been full of the wet sounds of naked bodies colliding, expletive ridden urgings and guttural grunts and groans as we both exploded with satisfying delight.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door which definitely brought us, all to quickly, away from our post coital revelry. The knock was quickly followed by a woman's voice calling out.
"Daph, are you okay?"
Read on:
"Shit!" exclaimed Daph in a hushed tone full of panic as she scrambled to rise. I helped her to her feet wondering who was calling out and why.
"That's Monica, my new neighbour. She must have heard us." Daph looked anxious and totally bewildered as to what to do next.
"Daph, I'll wait here around the corner. You go get a dressing gown and answer the door." I whispered and Daph nodded and then hesitated, waiting for further instruction. "Just tell her you were going to take a shower or something."
"Won't be a moment Monica." Daph called out through the door as she tip-toed up her short hallway to throw on her white towelling robe. She tied it up, tip toed back to the door and opened it. She lent around the edge of the door and just stuck her head forward enough to make eye contact with her caller.
"Hi Monica. Sorry I was just about to jump into the shower."
"Hi Daph, I heard some odd sounds and just wanted to check you were alright."
"Yes, yes... I am fine thank you. I was flicking through some TV channels while I was having my morning coffee. I had the volume up a bit as I was making some adjustments to the settings, sorry."
"No need to apologise, Daph." Monica laughed. "I'm just glad everything is okay. I best let you get to your shower."
"Okay, thanks Monica. See you later."
Daph closed the door and pressed her back against the door. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I could tell from the look on her face that her feeling of panic was escaping at the same rate as her breath. She turned her head to me as I stepped closer and let out a girlish giggle.
"Thank you, Ray. That was some quick thinking on your part." She took another deep breath and I watched, appreciatively, as her chest filled with air which thrust her wonderful breasts firmly forward, deepening the revealed cleavage.
"As soon as I heard it was Monica, my mind went to jelly...I couldn't think. I felt like a teenager being caught doing..."
"Up here for thinking," I said, indicating my head and then pointed lower as I added, "and down there for...um...dancing." I grinned.
"You're incorrigible." She laughed.
"Anyway, I know what you mean about being caught." I continued, tenderly running my hand up and down her arm in a clumsy show of reassurance.
"What are we going to do?" she asked, as another wave of panic crossed her face. "You can't just leave now because if she sees you..., well...what would she make of it?"
"Daph, you lucky so and so?" I offered.
"Bragger! But, then again, maybe she would...but on the other hand, maybe not." She laughed heartily and then her countenance took on a more considered look. "Reflecting on what has taken place this morning I'm not sure
who
got more 'lucky', as you put it. Either way, it would be prudent for you not to leave just yet...just to save Monica from getting the wrong impression. You know what I mean?"
"Oh, yes. Monica...wrong impression..." I smiled slyly at Daph and moved closer placing my hands on her shoulders as she remained pressed against her front door.
"How much time should we allow do you think?" She asked, her big brown eyes searching my face for answers and direction.
