This continues from Granddad - Angie - It's quite long so I've split into two parts.
Enjoy. Comments always welcome.
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"Sorry I pressed that button Granddad," she offered.
We left the beach, eventually, and paddled hand in hand back to the harbour wall before returning to the apartment. We showered and dressed to go out. It was a little chilly and My Sweetheart wore one of her own creations, the red one she didn't wear to the party, with a delicate lacy shawl we'd picked up in the village, her red high heals and white stockings. She looked totally stunning. I wore a simple jacket and trousers not wanting in any way to detract from her loveliness. Having partaken of a healthy lunch we settled on a good solid steak for dinner.
"What button was that, Sweetheart?" I asked innocently.
"You know," she giggled girlishly, "the one where you put a baby in my belly to take home to Mummy, like you had Mummy and Grandma."
"Ohhh, that one?" I replied contentedly, "you didn't enjoy that it made my cock really hard and how fast and hard I came then?" I teased.
"I did, very much so but it wasn't intended to do that. Just give the audience something to imagine while they watched us fuck."
"Pity we didn't fuck then, wasn't it?" I chuckled.
Her face clouded briefly then became a happy beam of the brightest sunshine.
"Yeah, it was pretty awesome, wasn't it? Don't think anyone minded though, d'you?" she chuckled.
We both chuckled then laughed out loud, enough to turn a few heads our way. Thinking about it now, I don't think I'd laughed and chuckled quite so much as I did on that little holiday, for a long time.
"I wouldn't mind, y'know," I suggested.
I could see her mind flicking over the last few moments, wouldn't mind what?
"Y'know, you having a ..." I started.
She reached out swiftly and put her finger to my lips.
"Stop!" she commanded.
I stopped.
"Now listen," she demanded when she was certain I wasn't going to continue, "firstly, we've known each other less than two weeks. It's been great fun, I've never felt so happy in my life and I want to continue being with you BUT if I get pregnant either deliberately or accidentally everybody but everybody will think it was deliberate. That I set out to trap you! THAT IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN! You understand?
Secondly you have not once mentioned being married nor having any children so, forgive me saying this, at your age I think this could be a temporary aberration. No, let me finish," she said holding up her hand to quell my retort,
"Thirdly, We'll be going home in a few days, unfortunately, there's a different reality there. The circumstances will be different. Our own reality might kick in and demand more common sense. Anything and everything could change once the warmth of the sun is no longer shining on our naked bodies and holiday mode has become a thing of the past.
And finally, just so you know, I think I love you, Granddad. I've certainly never felt so happy and content with a man before but I'm also smart enough to know it might, just might, be infatuation or the endorphin rush of an over abundance of fantastic sex. Also it could be that you might, just might, no, don't interudelyupt, just as easily be confusing love with infatuation and the enjoyment of a damn good fuck. So, instead of even thinking of making, potentially long plans for the future can we continue to enjoy ourselves together and let it all go where it takes us, please?"
She looked at me almost forlornly. It was clearly something she had been thinking about for a while.
"Yes," I said very simply, "two questions?"
Her happy smile was the only answer I really needed. I'd happily wait forever if necessary.
"Of course."
"I'd like to meet your parents. Let them know what you might be letting yourself in for?"
She laughed at that.
"Might be difficult meeting both my parents. Dad buggered off when I was just five. Even then I knew he was a total waste of space. Mum'll be delighted and green with envy, jealous as hell. She likes older gentlemen, says they know how to treat a girl. I'm sure I inherited that from her. I'll probably have to protect you from her. We can go and see her anytime you like. Second question?"
"Where will you live? My place or yours?"
"Mine," she responded quickly, "I've an AST Agreement and a good landlord. He doesn't jack the rent up at every opportunity. He fixes the things that need fixing without problem. AND I will need somewhere if everything goes tits up with us. It's also easier for work. I'd want to see you as much as possible though, stay over, you staying with me. Normal boyfriend/girlfriend sort of thing?"
"How do you know it's easier for work," I asked reasonably, "you've not been to mine, yet."
"Got your address on record, silly," she giggled, "I've been in the town long enough to know where most areas are. You live on the very edge of the town, the opposite side of the centre from me, don't you?"
"You drive to work?" I didn't bother to answer her question. She knew she was correct.
"Yep, while I can. Why?"
"It looks as if your car's on its last legs, to be honest. Will you let me get it sorted? I'm not very happy with the love of my life driving around in something that could be dangerous, or not as safe as it should be."
"That's thinking long term, Granddad, thought we weren't going to do that yet!"
"It's not," I argued, "its looking after my future, not yours. How d'you think I'd feel if something happened to you in that car. Something that I could so easily have prevented by simply replacing it with something better. I'd be devastated regardless of us being together or not. Let me, please?"
My turn to look forlorn, I turned it on for maximum effect.
"Granddad, you're so sweet. OK, but second hand, nothing fancy, promise?"
"Promise Sweetheart, now what would you like for dessert?"
"You!"
It was only a stones throw from the restaurant to the apartment but we took the scenic route, through the village, passed the clubs and towards the beach. We paused outside the swingers club.
"You want to go inside?"
"No, no thanks, I'm very happy with you and my circle of new friends. You want to go inside?"
I didn't. She slipped off her red heels, I told her to keep her white stocking on. We walked out onto the beach to the waters edge. We paddled in the moonlight all the way to the nearly empty Swingers beach. We stopped and watched the activity for a few minutes then made our way slowly home. Shower, bed and tender lovemaking. She didn't go for her morning run, said we should share a session of good cardio-vascular exercise. We did then I watched her yoga on the balcony with great pleasure. We showered and wandered into the village for a late breakfast before heading for the beach, quiet end. Pegging out the picnic rug we got ourselves settled. That is me laying on my back and she resting on one elbow while tracing her finger-nail over my chest.
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"So, did you fuck Angie after you completed your training?" she asked, right out of the blue.
"Yes, now and again a bit like Gladys I suppose. As and when."
"So who was the next Contented Cunt, if you please?"
She sat up, mimed picking up the notebook and pencil from the rug, licked the tip of the pencil and sat, waiting for me to commence.
"Mrs. Davies, Mrs. D," I started.
"Now how did I know she was going to be married?" she asked with a snigger.
"Because, maybe, that I came to pick you up for this holiday fully believing you to be married?" I offered laughingly.
"Yeah, that'll do it every time." she accepted gracefully.
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"At the end of my six months I was ready to jump out of the frying pan and into the fire. Charlie made some calls and I was sent up to a fishing town on the East Coast. A nine inch gas pipe for local distribution laid through the streets of the town. The contract was scheduled for about six weeks.
At seven o'clock on the following Monday morning I presented myself at the site office. By eight my test weld was completed. By ten it had been X-rayed and ultrasound tested and found satisfactory. It was cut into test strips and sent away for tensile testing. While we waited for the results I was given a list of three likely places to find lodgings and told to be back by one.
The first place was not encouraging. The woman looked very sour-faced and unwelcoming. The second was much better. A happy, cheerful woman with a big friendly smile and an even bigger bosom. Her husband was away at sea chasing the silver darlings, as she put it. I thought she meant he was chasing pretty girls! I dumped my bag. She told me that dinner would be on the table at seven whether I was there or not and I headed back to the site office.
My first professional weld was in a trench about four feet deep, on my knees with a small bell hole, six feet downstream to collect the flooding tide. It was constantly being pumped out by three big, noisy, water extraction pumps in the hope that it would prevent me drowning or electrocuting myself. It stank of seawater, coal gas and something I'd rather not think about. To my left normal street traffic crept by and to my right mothers peered down at me as they pushed their prams passed. Health and Safety was a long way in the future. They only stopped the traffic, motorised and pedestrian when the weld was being 'bombed', X-rayed in English although they actually used radio-active isotopes, hence 'bombed'.
Mrs. Davies was a lovely lady. I was back at my digs by six, that first night. I knocked on the front door and she opened it with a beaming smile.
"'allo Darlin'" she said with a cheery smile, "blimey, you look a state! Wotcha bin doin'? Looks like you've bin working up to yer neck in dirty puddles! Better come in the back door. Down to the alley, left at the bottom. I'll open the gate for yer!"
"Lock the gate!" she shouted across the back yard, "don't want everybody wanderin' in unannounced!"
I slid the bolt across and picked my way across the badly laid stepping stones to the back door in the deepening gloom of a late autumn evening.
