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.
She had tried - a crude attempt by her own standards, letting the girl see her naked as she came out of the shower. For a moment she had been hopeful - there seemed to be a definite frisson there as Bethany caught and returned her carefully stage-managed dropped towel. But the girl froze and the moment was lost. Gina was a sexual predator but she would never force herself on anyone. Well, she would, but maybe even she would draw the line at the twenty-one year old daughter of her current boyfriend.
The way things had gone since the shower incident, there was no chance of anything happening. In fact things were deteriorating further, if that were possible, and Bethany was more sulky and miserable than she had ever been. Even worse, despite her promising not to, Gina knew she had been smoking in the house and that was completely anathema to her. She'd had to speak to her only that morning and received a foul-mouthed tirade for her troubles.
No, it had been a huge mistake and she was regretting it already; counting off the days until Andrew returned and Bethany buggered off back to college in the north of England. Even that wasn't far enough away for Gina.
But any thoughts of sulky, sultry, infuriating Bethany were put on hold as she swanned into the foyer of the Albermarle as if she owned the damned place and joined Mel and Jen in the hotel bar for a nice little pre-prandial snifter. What the hell, they all worked bloody hard for their success and deserved some time together.
After their drinks the women had taken their seats at their usual table in the restaurant by the window, presided over by the handsome Maitre'd Gerard, his suave manner and French accent giving them all goose-bumps. Mel had admitted to having some vibrator fantasies involving Gerard, and Gina had to admit that she would love to see his mane of blonde hair flowing as he gave her his best.
The food was as good as ever - they rarely went anywhere else, being well known there and enjoying the fuss that was made of them by all and sundry. They had been so engrossed in their chatting, eating and drinking that no-one had really taken in what was going on around them. It would be the usual crowd - older couples out for a nice quiet lunch, businessmen on corporate accounts, people seeking something a little more genteel than the brash pleasures of Brighton, further down the line.
The waitress was clearing away their main courses, or what little was left of them, when Jen suddenly sat up very straight in her chair. She drew the other two women towards her and in a stage whisper, her mouth hidden by her hand, said, "Wow, look at that specimen!"
The other two heads turned to follow Jen's gaze into a far corner of the room, and their mouths fell open as they gazed upon a very attractive African American gentleman dining with an older colleague. He looked to be in his late thirties, with a shining, shaven head, a goatee beard and a chest that seemed to bursting out of his dark blue polo shirt. He smiled at something his colleague said, revealing perfect white teeth and three women of a certain age in an upmarket hotel in the south of England felt their hearts turn somersaults.
Gina was closest, and as she gazed at him with longing, he looked up from his dessert plate and his eyes met hers. Something grabbed at her between the legs and she realised with horror that it was her own hand. She prayed no-one had seen her involuntary action beneath the table as their eyes burned into each other's.
It was a case of who blinks first and luckily for Gina, the man's colleague eventually said something that distracted him, otherwise she was sure they'd still be lost in each other as the restaurant closed for the evening.
"Fuck me!" whispered Mel.
