Penelope's Fall
She couldn't understand the attraction. Wasn't she more grownup than this? Thirty-five years old, divorced, successfully employed in a job she liked. But here she was, dancing with a college student and hugging him!
"Eric, what are you doing, holding me close with a hand on my behind?"
"My mother taught me to treat women with respect." They were in a dark corner and the fingers of the impudent hand massaged her, causing all sorts of problems with her female parts.
She leaned up and kissed him quickly. "I suppose she told you I was divorced and it was ok to hit on me?" She allowed her body to press closer to him.
"She said you needed a man in your life and why didn't I see if I fit in." With her hands around his neck, both of his hands were keeping them tight. She could feel his stiff cock against her mound. Her brain said this kind of contact could lead to trouble. Her body said she had not been on a dance floor in the arms of a handsome young man in years.
He whispered in her ear, "I love the way you dance. I'm getting..."
She interrupted, "Yes, I noticed. Very rude behavior."
"I learned it from my parents. She sasses him and finds herself over his shoulder, going upstairs."
"I hope they close the door."
"They gave up after my girlfriends started sleeping over and there were moans from both ends of the hall."
His feet were taking them towards the front door of the restaurant. Very quickly, it seemed, he was helping her into her coat and they were walking hand in hand to his car. He opened her door and gave her a hand in. She realized there was a seduction plan in progress and wondered whether she was going to allow herself to end up naked on her back in his bed.
"I hope you have a comfortable bed, after getting me out here in the country with no transport options to take me back."
"I have detailed instructions about your care and comfort."
He brought her hand to his lips, kissing gently. She closed her eyes and saw an image of her naked self welcoming his impressive cock between her thighs. No, she thought, you mustn't. She had only come to this village for a writing seminar. It was entirely an accidental meeting in the drug store, where she needed to find a replacement for her missing toothbrush. He had recognized her and introduced himself. Big and brawny, the handsome son of a college classmate. And then asked politely if he could take her to dinner.
Now he was nibbling on her fingertips, his eyes fixed on the narrow roadway. He wore a very discreet cologne and she was moist between her legs.
"I don't do sleepovers. But you aren't giving me any choice, are you?"
"Well, the sheep barn is a bit smelly. At the seminar, they would think you were going too far with novelist enthusiasm."
"You are a very bad boy. Tell me again what it is that you do."
Her hand seemed to be permanently captured by his. Something made her lean over and apply a wet kiss to his cheek. Things were very damp between her legs.
"My day job is creating detailed technical manuals for a line of instruments. Very complicated lab instruments that require my engineering knowledge to produce. I am considered a freak because I enjoy the work instead of hating it like most engineers."
She realized, with a gush, that her inhibitions had disappeared and she was going to sleep with this sexy son of her college friend.
He went on, "I minored in English, which is also considered odd for an engineer. I also write trashy novels in my spare moments."
"You are left handed, aren't you? That explains all the strange behavior."
The low slung car turned into a narrow track leading up a hill into a grove of trees. An attractive cottage sat quietly in the late twilight.
"This is a family retreat?"
"Yes, although only Catherine and I use it. The others find their recreation in the City or across the Channel."
Inside, it was dim and cool. "If you start some water for tea, I will revive the fire. The kettle is right there." He pointed across the room to the kitchen counter.
After the fireplace was going, he retrieved her bag from the car without asking. Also without asking, he came up behind and gently kissed the back of her neck, raising terrible goosebumps. He had the dress off in moments, with hands caressing here and there.
"Attacked in the kitchen?" she asked.
"You have a lovely trim body. These muscles must come from a gym somewhere." His hands passed fleetingly across muscle to settle on her breasts. She relaxed backward into his arms. "The tea needs attention."
He was in no hurry to let her go. Standing there in the almost dark, she decided the wine had gone to her head and destroyed all the good girl impulses. How much trouble would she be in if her underwear disappeared and she maneuvered him underneath her on the lovely sofa?
He separated them. "Yes. Very hot tea with some brandy and dessert in front of the fire."
She moved to find a fleece in the bag. He said, preemptively, "No, take a seat and use the cashmere blanket."
The sofa had down cushions, into which she sank with a noise that was almost a moan. A plate of little cakes with frosting magically appeared on the table in front of her. He brought a tray with tea fixings and the brandy bottle. Then quickly undressed to his drawers and gathered her in his lap with the cashmere over them. She couldn't remember being treated this well, seduction or no.
The first cake was divine, so it was a minute or two before she inquired, "Your mother trained you to favor women in such a romantic manner?"
"Penny, I am carried away by this marvelous evening. Catherine has nothing to do with my efforts to brighten your day. You seem to work very hard. Can I convince you to relax and go with the flow, as they say?"
She reached up to run fingers through his hair and bring their lips together for a long, warm kiss. A surprisingly husky voice told him, "You already have."
She closed her eyes and realized the warmth of his lap and the blazing fire was sending her asleep. She tried to resist, mumbling, "Oh dear, I must stay awake so we can..."
