Kitty Falcon seated herself on the divan, but Trevor Oaks deliberately avoided joining her, sitting opposite her in an armchair.
"He's going to be a challenge," Kitty thought, "but he'll give in before this afternoon is over."
Her grey eyes gazed at Trevor, an enigmatic smile hovering over her lips. Ever since Trevor had arrived she had been gently seducing him, knowing that with someone like him any sudden move might startle the game and he would make an excuse to flee. Besides, Kitty was enjoying watching Trevor trying to look as if he was above such things, when all the time she could see the sizeable protuberance that was outlined in his shorts.
"Yes, I'll have him before the afternoon is over, and once he's had me he won't ever resist again," she thought.
At thirty nine Kitty's face and figure were striking rather than beautiful or pretty, surmounted by curly short ash blonde hair, her high cheek bones were bisected by a handsome aquiline nose; her disconcerting grey eyes and her full lips that always seemed to have a half smile hovering over them as if she were relishing some secret thought, gave her something of the appearance of the bird whose name she bore, Falcon.
Five feet ten tall, her figure matched her height with its long legs, finely moulded hips and prominent breasts that seemed to defy gravity, she was a woman not to be ignored, especially by men and jealous women.
But it was not in her physical appearance alone that men were drawn to her. Female sensuality seemed to radiate from the very pores of her skin, and she exuded a fragrance derived from no perfume, deodorant or soap that cried out, "luscious female."
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Kitty's first sexual experience occurred when she was quite young. It came about almost by accident when her mother's current lover called while her mother wasn't home and Kitty was. Kitty was on the cusp of womanhood and willing to express her self sexually, and it took little persuasion on the lover's part to get Kitty on the divan with her legs wide open. Thereafter the lover serviced mother and daughter, although the mother knew nothing about Kitty's liaison with the lover.
It was through this early sexual experience that Kitty discovered three things that thereafter loomed large in her life: first, that she was apparently capable of giving men a sexual experience with a dimension beyond their usual sexual couplings.
The existence of this extra dimension was initially unknown to Kitty and she exercised it instinctively. It was only when that first lover said, "I've never felt anything like it before," and she asked, "What?" and he explained, that enlightenment came. Thereafter she exercised this extra dimension always seeking to enhance its potency.
The second thing she learned was that this extra dimension gave her considerable power over men, who having once experienced it; could not get enough of her.
Thirdly, she discovered that she liked sex - she liked it very much and lots of it -- and liked it with a variety of men.
Not being totally naïve Kitty avoided the pregnancy trap until the most unlikely Harold Mickey somehow managed to get past her guard and made her great with child.
Poor Harold, short sighted, cross eyed with thick lens glasses, poor physique and a permanent limp courtesy of infant polio, Kitty had let him fuck her in the backroom of the church hall after a youth club meeting, out of pity rather than desire.
He had two advantages that swung the balance in his favour: he came from a well off family, and he had lively future prospects as a budding accountant. Kitty, having weighed up the pros and cons, and after considerable importuning by Harold, agreed to marry him.
She gave birth to a daughter who was certainly Harold's offspring, and a son who might or might not have been from the seed of his loins. Kitty, with her need for wide and frequent sexual experiences, had not been content with Harold's rather substandard sexual performance, and had very soon after their marriage gone in search of more virile sex partners. This eventually led to the demise of their marriage and consequent divorce.
Kitty had brought up their two children in overtly middle class religious respectability. What went on covertly perhaps we shall never fully know. The girl was the first to leave home to reside in a distant city where she said she worked in public service, but as far as Kitty could tell she was not employed by any government agency.
After leaving home her son also went to a distant city and worked in a health centre, declaring that eventually he would open his own establishment; the precise nature of the services provided by the health centre were vague.
Kitty had been very astute in selecting her sex partners. A devout member of the local church, she discovered that the best results were obtained, not from macho and promiscuous men, but from the "respectable" males in the congregation.
Dissatisfied with their dreary wives they easily fell victim to Kitty's allure, and proved to be avid lovers. Along with this, the men in question wanted to maintain their outward respectability, and so were keen to keep their sessions with Kitty secret.
This had the advantage that when Kitty decided she'd had enough of a particular lover she could get rid of him relatively easily. If the lover protested, then Kitty only had to hint that she might reveal all, to send the now ex-lover slinking away with his metaphorical tail between his legs.
In this way Kitty was able to keep her sexual activities private, or at least, without provoking more than unsubstantiated suspicions.
Strangely, after years of this promiscuous behaviour, and as middle age approached, Kitty began to feel that she needed to settle down and truly live the respectability she had only worn outwardly.
As if the Deity had recognised her need, Trevor Oaks had risen over Kitty's horizon. Rumour had it that he was a chaste virgin male and such had never entered Kitty's life before, and so Trevor was an irresistible challenge for Kitty; but her ambition went beyond conquering Trevor's virginity. What greater respectability could one have than being the wife of a clergyman?
That became Kitty's ultimate goal, and such was her confidence in her powers of seduction she believed that Trevor would not be beyond her reach.
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Trevor, recently graduated from theological college, at the age of twenty five had taken up his first parish appointment.
Tall, athletic and undoubtedly very handsome, he had been the despair of girls for years. Although his denomination did not require celibacy, in fact it encouraged its clergy to marry because that seemed the safer sexual option, Trevor seemed determined to lead a life of sexual chastity.
He was not immune from the "temptations of the flesh," and from his very first Sunday service he had sensed the danger that surrounded Kitty Falcon. When he shook hands with her at the end of the service her hand seemed to pulsate disturbingly in his, and as her grey eyes looked into his he had felt a tingling sensation in his groin.
Determined to be a good pastor he made home visits to his flock during the first few weeks after his arrival. The women tended to cluck over him and the men enjoyed his company, telling themselves that he was "a man's man."
The one place he had avoided was Kitty's house. If asked why he might have said, "Well, it's out on the edge of the parish, but I'll get around to it eventually."
It was true that Kitty's house was on the outer edge of the parish, and the suburb in which it was located was on the outer edge of the city, her house was somewhat isolated and beyond it the wooded hills rose up.
Getting around among his parishioners he learnt a few relevant facts about Kitty. She was a divorcee, and this made her an object of some suspicion in the eyes of the women. She had two children who had left home, and she lived alone.
Since Trevor also lived alone many of his parishioners felt sorry for him, and as a result of this he got frequent invitations to lunch with families, mainly after the Sunday morning service, but also for occasional evening meals during the week.
Not seeing himself as a good cook Trevor was very grateful for these invitations, but they did at times come with a hidden agenda. When the family had an available daughter or daughters of appropriate age, there would be hints and questions about whether he ever thought about getting married. These matrimonial mine fields he picked his way through with great care.
He had a guilty conscience about failing to pay a home visit to Kitty, for even though she went out to work on weekdays, there were the evenings and weekends. And so Trevor found it difficult to refuse the invitation to Sunday lunch and dinner that was eventually extended by Kitty.
"Don't be formal," she said, "just come casually dressed, and if you like we can go out for a walk for an hour or so in the hills after lunch."
