She sat in the chair, arms resting on the arm rest, her body controlled and warm in the shadow of the room. The scene was set, it had taken a long time to prepare, to put all the pieces in place and bring them together at just the right time. Her long dark hair fell to her shoulders highlighting her bosom. She was not a young woman and had for so long never been allowed to follow her own path in life. But now it was different, now there was a new her, a new beginning and her journey had only just started. She was naked apart from the signet ring on her pinkie, given to her by her young lover. Her one true love who had supported her through the trauma of the marital disdain and verbal abuse. The only man who had loved her for herself. The room was candlelit, candles placed at strategic intervals around the room. It allowed a surreal atmosphere, shadows dancing in the corners and the light playing across her naked lover on the bed. She gazed at him remembering how they had first made love, she had taken his virginity and he had never looked back. He came back to her again and again making hard love in the afternoons when her husband was out working, or entertaining important clients.
Her husband would call her in the evening, "Darling its Richard, I am going to be late again tonight, sorry darling"
And she could here the clinking of glasses and crockery in the background. She recognised the noises of all his favourite restaurants, and the giggle of his latest conquest. She wondered who this one was and where he had found her. Probably his new secretary, he had fired the old one for incompetence. More like she refused his infantile advances, his slobbering drunkenness that he used as an excuse for making a pass at any woman. He would no doubt have been full of apologies the following day, "How can you forgive me? I am so terribly sorry, it's the stress and as you know I have been working very hard recently" All the normal excuses from the arrogant bastard who thought he was God's gift to women.
Her mind wandered as she sat in the candlelight, her beautiful Adonis had come to her when she least expected it. It was the night she finally had enough of Richard and his screwing around. She had not realised that such a handsome young man was so appealing to her. That very first time was so precious to her, the memory of Roger ascending from being a gangly lad to a full blown adult. He was only 18 at the time and he was home from college. She had forgotten what a handsome boy he was and he was staying for a few weeks. He helped out in the garden and did odd jobs around the house.
"That's it boy" Richard would say, "earn your keep!" and Richard would chortle at his managerial wit.
Oh and how he did those odd jobs and gardening. She would lie out on the patio and watch his muscular body, stripped off top and shorts, as he mowed the lawn. His strong back muscles and taut stomach, lean and fit. She was embarrassed at her reaction to him, although she had known him for years, this was a new Roger that had entered her life. She felt an unfamiliar twinge in her stomach, almost as if she was nervous, butterflies it used to be called. She felt hot and her breath was short. She gave a start.
"Julia! I have finished the lawn, is there anything else you need attending to?"
Oh God yes! She thought, attend to me please my darling boy, attend to me! Make passionate love to me, this instant!
"Oh thank you Roger, no I don't think there is actually. You must have lots to do yourself, some pretty girl waiting for you to take her to lunch, so off you go dear"
"No" said Roger, "I don't have a girlfriend and I have nothing planned. I was thinking that perhaps I could take a shower and sunbathe if you don't mind"
The thought of having him close made her tingle with excitement. "Of course, have a shower dear, then come put and lie next to me and tell me all about college"
She got up, her bikini was faded, stretched and the elastic was gone, but it was her favourite. She had thrown it on this morning not thinking about how she looked. The bikini bottoms let her ample buttocks stretch them and the top let her bosom hand down more than it used to.
"Come with me and I will get you some clean towels" she said hiding her thoughts but her mind racing. She padded through the house, the wooden floors cool after the heat of the sun. Roger followed her having taken off his boots at the patio doors. He looked at Julia's bottom, watched as it swayed from side to side, he felt a jab in his groin as he followed her up the stairs to the first landing. He almost bumped into her as she stopped and opened the laundry cupboard. The guest bathroom was on the first landing and he had forgotten that fresh towels were kept next to the hot water tank that fed the power shower. Julia turned with two large towels and handed them to him. He looked into her eyes and held her gaze for a second longer than normal.
"Thank you" he croaked, his throat was constricted and he felt he was losing the power of speech. Julia smiled as he took the towels lowering them to cover his embarrassment. She felt her nipples harden instantly and the butterflies in her stomach flew and battered her insides. Roger turned and strode into the bathroom and Julia heard the latch close on the door. She went to her room on the second floor and stripped her old bikini. She looked at herself in the mirror, not bad for an old bird of 40 she thought. Two kids and I am not in bad shape. OK I could lose a few pounds but I am still not that bad. She pulled her stomach in then let it out, it was a little loose as were her ample breasts, but with some effort she could still look good in an evening dress. She tossed her hair back as she studied herself in the full length mirror. Julia made a decision, she was going to wear that new bikini she had bought for the disastrous holiday in Cyprus last year.
