"Ooh!" My surprised exclamation is accompanied by a panicked recoiling action as a large alsation dog suddenly appears by my side, wagging his tail and gazing up at me with a comical questioning look.
So deep in thought I hadn't noticed said hound and his lady owner approaching from behind. It's a warm and sunny sunday and I'm half way through an early morning walk. Quickly overcoming my initial shock at the dogs presence I carefully offer a hand to be sniffed before stroking the cute dog's head.
"Your alright love he's as daft as a brush he won't hurt you...just wants a fuss."
The owners assuring words cause me to turn with a warm smile and bid her a good morning. We make small talk for a few moments while 'dave' receives a good fuss from me, I do have to chuckle at the dogs name and don't try to hide it.
He is a beauty and the lady tells me he was neglected by the previous owner, she got him after he'd been handed in to dogs trust. Soon our little chat is brought to an end with, "Come on then bugger lugs...we have to get on...yes I know you'd let the poor lady stroke you all day but come on...that's enough."
And with a pull on his collar accompanied by a cheery, "Bye." They are off along the woodland trail before me, dave running ahead apparently seeking out potential new friends.
Continuing on at a slower pace to allow distance to build between us, my mind quickly wanders back to what had distracted me, a revelation from our new friend...and a special request.
But first a little catch up, as six weeks has passed since that first passionate experience with my hubby and his long lost childhood friend Glen...
After the first magical time together we have continued to meet up with Glen on a regular basis mainly on sunday evenings where after a night out together, we come back to our house to enjoy some quality time.
We have also been visiting him during the week at his place. Although Glen's flat was initially quite grotty he has cleaned up a lot since my first visit, during which I did try hard to hide my dubious glances around the place... but Glen noticed.
He later told John that he hadn't realised how bad the flat was, and now that he had a woman in his life it was time to spruce the place up. The 'woman in his life' reference did tickle me a bit but that is exactly what I've become.
And I certainly am enjoying being a big part of Glen's life, as mentioned earlier he is a very capable and experienced lover. The back injury does affect his performance at times, for example if he's having a bad day certain positions are more uncomfortable for him, but this doesn't detract from our special time together.
During that first week of our special friendship we did tell Glen everything about our past experiences, he was shall we say very interested to hear what his old friend and wife had been getting up to over these past years.
There was the usual shock reaction upon relating the story of my elderly ex boyfriend Sammy, his ripe old age of eighty six bringing initial disbelief from our sceptical friend. However this soon evaporated when he realised we were being serious.
We have also enjoyed many 'home movie' nights over at our house where we relax with a drink on the sofa, myself in the middle with a horny fella on either side...an exciting prelude.
Glen especially likes watching and listening to me take Harry's whopper, this made all the more special because big old Harry was the first guy I went all the way with.
As well as watching our old movies, Glen has a particular interest in seeing me dress up for our fun sessions together, he especially likes the secretary outfit and the schoolgirl costume.
These two fitting nicely into a dominant/submissive role play scenario, which is another major kink of our friend.
Glen's dominant side has flourished within the welcoming environment of my submissive nature and although enjoying the role play and exploring with bindings, using a whip etc, the thing that really gets my juices flowing is just the pure intensity of the look in Glen's eyes, I have never seen such a commanding stare...and coupled with that deep richly toned voice...oh my.
During this period of getting to know Glen intimately, all his little quirks and kinks, fetishes and fantasies, we've also become more acquainted with his young nephew Danny.
As he's very close to his uncle they do spend a lot of time together and with the college now closed for summer holidays Danny has been practically living with his uncle, Glen's sister driving her lad up to visit and leaving him for days at a time. So for the past several weeks Glen's flat has been out of bounds for anything naughty.
However, as we visit Glen a lot we do tend to bump into Danny regularly and say hi, make a little small talk.
At first he was quiet and shy, just like when we met at the supermarket. But as soon as he got used to us Danny came out of his shell. Initially talking with John about cars, he is obsessed with anything mechanical and is studying mechanics at college.
Despite Danny's openness with John, It was a different case with me until quite recently.
A few weeks back we began giving Danny driving lessons in our car, well, not exactly proper lessons, you see he's just applied for a provisional licence and what with his fascination with cars John suggested that we all go for a ride out into the countryside and find a quiet lane where the young man could have a go behind the wheel.
In just a couple of these 'lessons' Danny has quickly grasped the basics and is able to set off without stalling and learned to change gear.
Anyway, whilst driving to and from the lane he sits in the back with me and this is where his shyness evaporated.
Sitting in the cozy confines of the rear I chatted to him initially, but soon Danny began engaging especially as I focussed the conversation on cars and motoring, praising him for his blossoming driving abilities, asking questions about his favourite cars etc.
After several more trips out to the quiet secluded lane it was more a case of getting him to shut up! The formerly quiet young man has become a chatterbox.
Not that I'm complaining, Danny is clearly intelligent and I've learned a lot about cars since he opened up to me. A subject I never imagined I'd be interested in but the young man has such enthusiasm that I cannot help but take in what he's telling me.
And so, over the past week we have become much closer, dare I say bonded.
I believe as does John that it is this closeness between myself and Danny that has led to Glen's revelation and subsequent request.
Our friend, having witnessed his nephew's blossoming friendship with me, deciding it's time he told us something important.
