THE AMBERDOWN CHRONICLES Part 01 - When Gina Met Michael
The first in a new series of stories set in the apparently sleepy English town of Amberdown, the setting for my previous series 'Beth's Summer Break'. Some old friends will be returning, some new characters introduced and a bit of back story included here and there to flesh out events previously alluded to in BSB.
In part one we find out exactly what happened on that fateful day when blonde bombshell MILF Gina met her new black American lover Mike; events which were first chronicled in parts 1 and 3 of 'Beth's Summer Break'.
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Chapter One
Strangely it really had started as a girly lunch. It was all going the usual way with the three of them. Some laughs, some serious talk, good food, wine and company. They were in the restaurant of the Albermarle Hotel in the small market town of Amberdown, somewhere on the South Downs between London and Brighton.
They met regularly, enjoying each other's company. Jen and Mel loved the salacious tales that Gina told of her past and present. The latter revelled in being the centre of attention; giving her friends all her dirty little secrets as they ate drank and made merry.
Melanie Taylor was in her mid thirties, a little younger than the other two women, who were both forty-one, Jen a few months younger than Gina. Mel had been a bit of a wild-child in her youth, but once married had settled down in this small market town and opened up a very successful beauty and hair salon. Gina, who among other things was a qualified business adviser, was currently giving her advice on her plans for upsizing, but that was strictly off the agenda today. Today was all about pleasure.
Mel was a looker alright, with a lovely wide face, big blue eyes and a very well coiffed mane of fluffy blonde hair. Gina knew she had swung both ways briefly in her wild days, and despite them being firm friends would have given anything to spend a few blissful hours getting to know every inch of her gorgeous body. She thought often of how that lovely, sultry mouth would look wrapped around a nice stiff cock.
Jennifer Caldwell was also happily married, but unknown to the other two women, had a deep rooted and unrequited desire. She was tiny - around five feet tall and of delicate build. She had short black hair, expertly cropped into her neck by Mel's girls, and fine cat-like features. Her purring voice sounded like she gargled with the finest manuka honey. Gina thought of her as a porcelain doll, but given the size of her husband she must be quite robust as they apparently had a vigorous sex life.
Jen ran an exclusive lingerie boutique in the town and Gina and Mel were frequent customers. Jen and Mel often joked that Gina spent so much money in each of their salons she was practically a major shareholder.
What neither of them knew, nor Jen would really like to admit to herself, was that she was becoming increasingly attracted to some of her clientele. Being in such close proximity to scantily clad, beautiful women of all ages and sizes was having an effect on her, and sometimes she had to fight hard not to do anything inappropriate. When her husband was away on business she was finding herself drawn to websites that featured older ladies making love to younger girls. It was an urge she had to fight harder as she got older and she felt if she didn't do something about it soon, her chance would be gone.
And then there was Gina.
Georgina Amelia Harcourt - forty one years old and unmarried. Gina had a past and a present that would fill a book. She was proud of the way she had risen from a low base to become not only a successful businesswoman in her own right, but still maintain a very lucrative living from escort work and co-owning the agency that had once employed her.
She was the sort of woman that turned heads in the street. She dressed immaculately in designer labels, used the best beauty products and perfumes and kept her shoulder length natural blonde hair in perfect condition. Well, Mel did most of the work, but Gina still knew how to coax the best out of it when Mel was unavailable. She was proud that she had never had any work done, nor needed to, although many a man, or indeed woman, had thought that her magnificent breasts must have been enhanced. But no - her 34D's were all her own work, as she liked to joke.
Her Liverpool twang had long since been covered over by a generic southern-English middle class accent, but there were times when the Scouse in her came out, usually when angry and most definitely when she was aroused.
She had fairly recently taken up with an academic named Andrew Hamilton, a handsome man a few years older than her. She had never really intended a long-term relationship, but one of her friends Josie had had a brief fling with Andrew. Once Josie had become too much of a handful for him - which hadn't taken long, given her proclivities - she had 'thrown him over Gina's fence,' as she liked to describe it.
It had worked for now, although at the moment Andrew was off on a lecture tour of the Middle- and Far-east. They had agreed to not be exclusive - Gina could never be exclusive - and while Andrew did not know about her escort work, neither of them minded the other seeing anyone else. Being sexually adventurous, Gina had hoped they may do some of those things together but Andrew would not go that far.
The one downside of her relationship with Andrew was his daughter, Bethany. The first time Gina had laid eyes on her, she felt urges a forty-one year old woman maybe should not have for a girl half her age. They sat in a pub garden, the young girl sulky, miserable and monosyllabic in a horrible heavy metal t-shirt, disgusting sawn off jeans and Doc Marten boots. She puffed nervously on some strange brown cigarettes and drank cider as if prohibition was going to be introduced in the near future.
Despite her appearance and demeanour, Gina had the raging hots for her, and every time they met thereafter she could barely take her eyes off the girl. She was stunning, with a small oval face, a cute little nose and huge brown eyes. Her long auburn hair fell almost to her waist. Many a night, Gina thought of how Jen and Mel could transform this beautiful girl into something utterly ravishing. Bethany was a girl in a million. She just didn't know it. She hadn't a clue. Gina had seldom seen anyone so less self-aware.
Why she had agreed to take her in whilst Andrew was on his lecture tour was something she was asking herself on a daily basis at the moment. The girl was going to be homeless during her University break as her student accommodation was being refurbished. She knew deep down of course. If she was honest - which she invariably was - she would admit that she had invited Bethany to stay with her in the hope that - not to put too fine a point on it - she could fuck her senseless in the absence of her father.
