Elspeths Moments Of Distraction

1

'Hello Elspeth...hello!'

Elspeth was startled out of a moment's daydreaming. She had heard a happy, familiar, voice call out her name, softly and discreetly. It had been a way of talking to her that she had grown fond of from the moment that she had first met him. Now a charming young man stood by her table, and she looked up at him. The favored coffee shop and its sunny terrace were a popular haunt for both shoppers and idlers in this part of London, with parks and smaller open spaces easing the pressures you felt from city living. A close friend had just left her and now she had the opportunity to bond once more with someone she cared for; where strained circumstances had obliged them to lead separate lives; so many days that were different from all that had prevailed before.

'Guy! How wonderful to see you!' she smiled in evident pleasure, her eyes darting over him and noting the changes in his appearance that the stresses of settling matters with Melanie, her daughter and now his ex-wife, had wrought upon him. She met his kisses on both cheeks and gripped his jacket for an instant only. Even in his casual, dressed-down, way of it, he looked smart and proud of his appearance. She had always liked that about him.

'It's the same for me,' he acknowledged. Guy looked at her as if to be reminded of every detail of Elspeth's studiously managed appearance. 'You were far away. Am I disturbing you...are you waiting for someone?'

Elspeth met his continuing, wondering, gaze upon her; a sign of his engagement with her that she would never have tired of.

'Neither of those,' she said on a sweep of her hand to brush away at her auburn hair, sparkly bangles sliding down her wrist. She noted that he followed her every move and would see that her wrist braces had been forsaken for her meeting with a friend. She had been studious in her choice of clothes and had done so to lift her spirits; chosen some black slacks to accompany a white blouse with its ruffed neckline; a collarless soft coral pink jacket, decorated in a white floral pattern, a finishing touch. 'Guy...oh, Guy! It's been so long. I wondered when I would see you again...if I ever would.'

'I would have contacted you, eventually, after the dust of the divorce had settled.' He smiled on looking at her. 'How could I not have done so after the times that we had together?'

She was thrilled to have him flirt with her and smiled softly at him. 'I'm so glad to hear you say that...'

Elspeth could not keep the relief from her voice. It went along with the happiness to have him standing before her and to feel that a time of separation had finally come to an end. She made to get up from her seat, but he gently put a hand on her shoulder in restraint. She met his wondering smile.

'Don't get up. I won't intrude on you for too long. It's been a while since we last saw each other...Els. I have wondered whether to call you.' She chose to believe him. Guy had repeated those few words of regret and now she met his look upon her and saw Guy shrug. 'It's been a while, too long since we talked of things that interested us...how close we once were, Els.'

'And we have met again....' She answered with wonder to be heard in her voice.

Her ex-husband Ken had his work and pre-occupations, and her daughter, Melanie had infant Jenny to contend with and her father's remote ways of it, at times. Guy, on the other hand, was cut from a very different cloth and doted on his only child. Access always brought its strains on him; she knew that and she had learned of the difficulties in their marriage when on that Florida holiday, their last time together as a supposed family. It had been over nine months ago, a time when, just like him, she could forget everything that she knew would in time take its toll on her.

She smiled at him and couldn't keep her lips from trembling. 'I'm glad that you're seeing me looking my best, as I would have liked for you.'

Guy had chosen to sit down beside her, shifted the chair to be closer, and reached out to touch her hand for an instant. He knew not to grip it too tight.

'I still see the woman on that beach, the woman that I saw laughing and daring to go out in the surf with me. I'll never forget those times we had together...just you and I.' he paused. 'I also asked you not to wear the braces...'

'I remember that swim with you so vividly...'

Guy had flirted with her, cavorted in the surf as if they were lovers. She had known only too well how he had felt. She had also known of his loyalty to her and the memories of times that they had been able to share. It was only in the mayhem of him and Melanie pursuing a 'quickie' divorce, and she was having troubles with Ken, that she had come to believe that Guy would not forsake her or stay away. He would not think of it, and she was heartily gladdened by his ways both then and now.

He looked across the narrow space between them and she sensed he now had something on his mind. 'I have taken a few days off from being a lawyer. The past few weeks have been manic for many reasons...along with having a long case to settle, so I've earned some rest. May I take you out to lunch, perhaps take a cab to a riverside restaurant...get out of the crush?'

'And pick up from where we left off?' she asked, surprised at her brazen way of saying that.

'That too,' he murmured in reply, a hand brushing her thigh for an instant. He had been captivated all over again by her, the older woman with grace, a soft voice, and a spirit so strong. Her debilitating condition was taking its toll but her undoubted beauty still shone through, which was evident in her wonderful smile. 'I'll call in, say in half an hour or so?'

'You know where I'm now living?' she asked in some dismay. 'Melanie at least told you that, did she...along with every other little snipe she aims my way now.'

He took her hand, shamelessly. 'Live on, Elspeth, and let the dust of the past settle. It's what I intend to do. We can help each other and can do that now, can't we. in every way that we want?'

On an unlikely, but meaningful kiss, they parted.

2

Elspeth rushed to get home to her apartment.

There would be no need to be dressy now, as she had been for her meeting with Susan earlier in the day. At home, and with the weather sultry, she could put on a favorite summer dress and be at ease, just as Guy had been in his ways. She had admired his choice of a purple and white checked shirt, open at the neck, accompanied by clean chinos, a navy-blue jacket, and brown suede slip-on shoes. She had taken it all in, seen again how his brown hair was studiously mussed, his lean square-jawed face was clean-shaven, and all of it confirming what she had known from the very beginning. Guy took pride in his appearance, whatever the circumstances that he found himself to be in.

Now, she wanted to know the other man that was Guy Lennard, the lawyer, and for her to be a woman quite different from the one he had known of before. It was to be brazen and only too deliberate -- the rediscovery, or renewal, of the woman that she had once been, not the woman whom her present circumstances, and former life with Ken, had cowed her.

The man...young man...to save her from this was soon to be with her and a first step, perhaps, taken to salvage some of her pride. Strained fidelity had finally brought her to this, and the opposite might yet restore some balance. She was ignorant of the detail, of what was now playing out in Ken's life, but his affairs when he was away from her, and as she had once spoken of with Guy, could run their course, just as they had done throughout her marriage. Now, she lived in her home and had family money to live by and not be overly dependent on what Ken had ungraciously settled on her.

She soon found the swirly beach dress with its floral pattern; its V-neck, flared skirt, and short sleeves so flattering, still, to her fulsome figure; a necklace of fake coral beads and matching earrings all lending her style. Some white flats would do if they went out onto the balcony and take in the view across the rooftops, the drone of the traffic as bearable as one could ever expect in a busy city.

'We have time to ourselves now...' she murmured yet deciding not to let her hope run wild.

She was an older woman being courted by a younger man but, from now on, former family bonds that had restrained them had been broken up. They could do as they pleased and see where life took them.

On a final look at her reflection in the mirror, the adventurous woman that Elspeth wished herself to become, once more, left her bedroom and walked silently along the hallway, just as the front doorbell sounded.

♥

'Someone from your past life has come to visit you, Elspeth,' he smiled warmly, his eyes soon taking in her changed appearance.

You're not just anyone she took to thinking. 'And I'm glad that you caught sight of me at that café...when you did.'

'How could I miss you?' he charmed her.

'But you did...we both did that,' she confessed and seeing him nod, glorying in his look upon her, 'but not anymore.'

'That's so. I realize that too now..'

Elspeth had opened her front door to him with ideas on what to say, and how to make the most of their reunion, clear in her mind. Guy soon confounded her. Guy now closed the space between them in two purposeful strides; just as she did; both acting as if on a shared impulse.

'We...we can be close now,' he murmured, his eyes taking in her changed appearance. 'You look wonderful...again.'

'Guy, wait,...please?' she started to say.

'I have done that.' His hands were on her even as Els sought to restrain him in his claims upon her.

He embraced her; drew Elspeth to him and she knew that he would be strong enough to overpower her and claim her body for himself and to behave just as he wanted. But his embrace held no threat; nor was it a means to claim her and to not share in this admission of unrequited longing for each other.

Els shivered as Guy kissed her throat, as he simply pressed his lips to her skin as if to affirm that it would finally happen and that she would be claimed. She breathed in his heat and the faint aroma of a body scent that he had applied. His embrace felt warm and protective, and it was so different from all that she had often been obliged to concede to with Ken.

'No, Guy,' she whispered feebly. 'Not this...not yet.'

But Guy knew, he just knew, that she was on the edge; that she would concede to him. Destructive as they would have been, they had skirted around their feelings for so long after that holiday. Even now he sought a meeting of minds; that what would follow would not come at an emotional cost to them; the breach of fidelity to a husband and daughter a reasoned decision.

To make love to a woman like Els would be a wonderful departure from all that he had known of, and with, other women in his life. There had not been anyone like her to arouse these feelings of an errant longing. And Els...she would find solace, with him, for the ambivalence of her husband, Ken. He would share in the cloying intimacy and emotional maelstrom that taking her to bed would bestow upon him.

'I need this from you...with you,' he murmured, his mouth close to hers. They looked searchingly into each other's eyes; each clamped the other's hips to keep their bodies fully in contact; their breaths on each other's lips.

Guy's fingers slowly caressed the sides of her breasts; felt the fulsome swell beneath the thin fabric of her dress before he slowly lowered his mouth onto hers.

'What madness!' she gasped on breaking free of his claims upon her, only able to think about what his touches had aroused in her; the rush of uncontrollable longing that his kisses and caresses had sent coursing through her body; how incredible it felt to be sharing in this...in this...at last. 'I'm...I'm ashamed to admit it! I wanted you to do that for so long...for so long!'

She was a married woman, but Elspeth could not keep from conceding to his renewed kisses and claims upon her enervated skin. Guy, the young man whom she had known in altogether different and constrained circumstances, now wanted her and she knew that she would relent and give in. She hoped to experience again loving an impetuous and passionate kind, deep penetrative sex that Ken had long ago stopped pursuing with her. She craved loving of a feckless and unbounded kind. She hungered to know of him and to offer herself in return. Order in her life would have to come later when the flare of yearning had been quenched.

She sensed a moment's hesitation and put her hands to his face and made Guy look into her eyes.

'I want and need to be with you. Forget everything and everyone else, please?'

She ached to know of it and with him, and Guy's wondering glances had made no secret of what he desired of her. He would be claimed. Now she could do that and know that it was she alone that he wanted and would know of.

3

Guy seemed to know exactly what she needed and how to use his mouth on her, to offer kisses to skin revealed to his gaze and questing touches. He was not 'forcing himself' on her or doing so in any demeaning or inappropriate ways. For Elspeth, it was a thoroughly intoxicating experience that had her forsake any remaining restraint in taking any lead or denying the flare of yearning that they had rediscovered in each other and would ragingly concede to.

The bedroom was cool and it had the unmistakable signs of a woman's bed that were slept in alone.

Els watched him in the tall mirror as Guy stood behind her and unfastened the clasp on her necklace; the touch of his fingers sending shivers of longing coursing through her body. His breaths were on her skin and he offered slow kisses and the press of his lips to her neck and bared shoulders. She met his caresses and clamped his hands to her belly as Guy drew her tightly to him, all of it to be seen in the mirror that they faced.

'No secrets now, Elspeth...none at all.'

She reached up and held his head, stilled for a moment his kisses.

'Yes, we will have no secrets now! I used to see that look on me, sometimes...when you thought no one else would notice,' she smiled, then turned into his embrace. She felt him tug at the fastenings of her auburn hair, had always been pleased by how the light caught the natural twisting turns as it fell onto her shoulders. 'Did you fantasize about me? Did you fantasize about this? You shouldn't have...'

'I saw how Ken often treated you, and I couldn't believe that it was so.' He too had gone through times of almost casual indifference that Melanie had shown him as her mind turned away from him and what passed for family life, and she pursued her career and a separate life away from him.

The zipper on her dress was slowly eased down and her dress soon fell to the floor at their feet; Guy's fingers trembling as he unhooked her bra and drew it away to reveal the pale skin and the soft swell of her breasts; delighting in the dusting of freckles and beguiling firmness of her nipples. He saw again her slender frame, Elspeth's rounded tummy, and felt the coarseness of the triangle of hair covering her womanhood as his fingers pressed into her, Elspeth's sharp intakes of breath in time with his touches.

Guy gasped. Els trembled as her nakedness was slowly exposed to his gaze and slow caresses that were in time with the renewal of his kisses to her skin.

'You...you wonder...you wonder.' He said, his voice wondering as he knelt before her. Elspeth was left clad in lacy black briefs, the waistband digging into her fleshy hips. His trembling hands pulled them down over her thighs and onto the floor. She was smooth-skinned and, where he ached to now be, clean and soft. His touches made her shiver, induced Elspeth to tug on his head to keep him there as his lips kissed and tongue tip flickered. 'So smooth...so wonderfully smooth.'

'Tell me you don't want me!' Elspeth tempted, bending to kiss his upturned face; her breaths hot on his lips; her breasts pressed to them before he tore his nipping mouth away from them. He had taken each nipple in his mouth; to gently clamp upon each one in turn as he sought to find her with questing fingers and tongue. 'Darling! You darling! Don't...don't stop!'

Guy's hands shook, and Elspeth imagined that he fought against any remaining restraint in seeking to consummate what had possessed his thoughts for so long. The reality of being with her now, like this, was overwhelming what had, until then, only been wishful thinking and of an act not to be fully shared between them. Such thoughts of her had been a distraction from what had become the fracturing reality of his marriage to Melanie.

'Now, you can show me who you are, Guy, darling!'

As he pulled his shirt over his head she groped for him; tugged at the belt of his chinos and felt his hands grip her wrists as she worked to find him and not to restrain her claims. She wanted to guide him in all that would follow, their actions punctuated by their noisy, deepening, kisses as they discovered all that would soon be unashamedly and hungrily shared.

Elspeth stood quite still as Guy knelt before her again, his hands on her hips, as he buried his face between her legs. She squirmed on feeling the flickering press of his tongue into her.

'Darling...darling! There's no time for it all!.' She had been gladdened that he did not pay obsessive attention to the tumble of her breasts; that Guy wished to know all of her, and she guided him in his claims upon her body, felt his lips and tongue trace a path over her legs, his hands caressing the back of her needs, then gripping her buttocks as he again buried his face into her slicked heat.

'Take me to bed!' she demanded in a strained voice as if she could not believe what she was saying.

Finally, he stood up and pulled her against him; his fingers digging into her back and smoothing the base of her spine. Their mouths came together, his tongue hot and hungry as it darted into her mouth. Elspeth moaned against his lips and felt his hands caress her back, traveling down her spine until he palmed her buttocks. Elspeth suspected that her rear was only too fleshy and different than her daughter's, but Guy's appreciative squeezes reassured her that it was not so. He kneaded the hollows of her hips as he kept her pressed against him so that she felt the strength of his hard prick against her belly. She glanced down; reached to caress and clamp on him.

'So strong...you're so strong Guy,' she murmured appreciatively. 'I want you inside me,' she breathed against his ear, teasing him further with her probing tongue and a nip of teeth on his earlobes.

She took his groan for consent and broke out of his embrace and claims upon her; waited as he moved over the thin counterpane of her bed before lying back and she straddled his hips; to position herself over him.

'Like this now...and so soon?' he asked, dismayed at the change in her. 'You look so beautiful...so wonderfully womanly and suddenly so carefree.'

And she feels it to be so, that to his sight she is more desirable and beautiful than she has ever been made to feel. She sits on his thighs, then raises herself above him, intense and expectant, willing Guy and not having to coax him to enter. The clamp of her hands and how she rocks her hips encourage him to go deeper and deeper inside her body. He responds to her groans of pleasure and is surprised at how she has taken him. Guy teases her, withdraws, and uses his fingers, deciding to alternate between the use of his fingers and the renewed plumbing of her body with his straining flesh. She encourages with soft words, leaning over him to brush her breasts over his skin, to be wanton in her encouragement as she moves upon him, manages to tug and jerk on his length until she feels ready to burst; to be wrecked by an unstoppable wave before succumbing to rushes of a shattering orgasm.