I'm having this on and off again fling with a lady I'd met on a diving course in Albany five years ago. Jean is seventeen years older than I; English with incredibly attractive hawk like features, a well-defined body and lustrous & lengthy black hair. We hit it off from the first moment we met and within two weeks we were lovers. I, at the time, was a poor, unemployed scruffy backpacker lacking in ambition and spending my time reading history books at the beach. Jean in contrast was completely opposite. She had drive and determination, an excellent job, money and property.
Albany is a small insular and incestuous community composed mainly of expatriate British middle class semi retirees so you can imagine how big the gossip factor is there. Jean being a well-known and respected figure in town simply couldn't allow this nest of vipers the satisfaction of gossiping about her therefore no-one knew of my existence or of our relationship and that, from my point of view, was the cause of some tension. To be fair, she really sorted my life out, allowing me to study at the TAFE College and she was influential in helping me to secure a position at the bank. Several months later she dumped me rather unceremoniously and disappeared overseas for an unspecified length of time. I suspected that she was cheating on me but was unduly concerned because I was cheating on her.
Six months later, my life was a shadow of its former self. I had ambition, focus and drive and I knew what I wanted and how to achieve it. I had risen high in the ranks at the bank and was preparing to move to the head office in Perth. In addition, I had developed an interest in the stock market and was trading fairly regularly on my own book accumulating a steady string of ever increasing profits. The backpacker was no longer alive but reincarnated as this semi-professional entrepreneur who dressed well, spoke well, had refined tastes and enjoyed the finer things in life whilst retaining the essence of his personality.
Several weeks in to the New Year I was working one Friday afternoon at the bank and was looking forward to heading down the pub for several ice cold beers. I was concentrating on this complex investment proposal when I was disturbed by the over audible novelty ring of a mobile phone. Greatly annoyed that my train of thought was interrupted I stood up and spoke rather too loudly to no one in particular "What the fuck was that?"
I looked over at the tellers queue and noticed this rather striking dark haired beauty. She of course looked over at me and instantly I recognised her and instantly my body was pumping adrenaline right through my veins. I was not particularly happy because I'd just reached that stage where I was finally getting over Jean and wasn't really expecting to see her again. This chance encounter was a real shock and I was unsure what to do except hoping that the ground would open up and swallow me. Direct confrontation was out of the question so I decided, for both of us, that I'd finish up for the day. I quickly finished off my analysis, submitted it to my Manager, grabbed my suit jacket, bade my farewells and headed for the pub in the space of maybe two minutes.
That encounter real shook me and there was really only one remedy, alcoholic shock and I began that task with gusto. The Esplanade Hotel is quite opulent for Albany and it's where most of the wealthier sections of the community tend to congregate and in fact Jean and I used to frequent that establishment quite often.
At some point into the night, I was at the bar buying drinks, the crowd was big and the laughs were flowing thick and fast. The round was large and I had roped in a mate to fetch and carry. As I grabbed several beers I turned around expecting my mate to grab them but instead of that scenario, Jean was standing there with a wry smile on her face. I nearly dropped the glasses in shock.
Her first words were "Hi Jason, how are you?" spoken in that rich condescending English accent that she emulates so well (and I detest). Initially I didn't respond, as I was unable to respond but a second later I regained my composure, searched for my mate and started feeding him the drinks. As I grabbed my drink I replied in a hoarse shaky voice that I was well and thanks for asking before almost draining my beer in one swallow. She asked me if I'd like another drink to which I assented and as she was getting served I was able to cast my critical eye across her profile. She still took my breath away and as I was finding it difficult for any girlfriend, since Jean, to measure up in the same way, the old tide of desire was on its way back to shore.
I thanked her for the drink but I didn't want to appear too friendly, after all she broke my heart and I certainly didn't want her to notice the effect she was having on me. We made, or to be precise, I made nervous small talk but I could tell that she was already on to me, clearly enjoying my discomfiture for she seemed to have this perennial look of amusement across her countenance. I was desperately trying to think of a way to end this nightmare but she wasn't making it easy. In the end I resigned myself to this fate for the moment and simply allowed Jean to mock me but the anger was rising in me. Thankfully just as I was about to blow, my mobile rang and I was able to excuse myself with some sense of dignity and answer the call. When it had finished I rejoined my group and pretended to carry on as normal. The encounter lasted all of five minutes but my absence wasn't noticed.
Several minutes later I felt a brush against me, looked over and saw Jean with another woman and a guy walk by and take a position right in front of our group by the window. Jean was positioned with her side facing me, the guy was opposite her and the woman was directly in my vision. Please god no I thought this can't be happening, she was really on a mission to ruin my evening. But then the woman caught my attention. The only verb to describe her was exquisite any others simply weren't suitable. Tall, tanned and blonde with an exceptional pair of long luxurious legs, her breasts were huge, well formed and appeared to be firm. Short skirt and white top exposing much cleavage leading up to the most strikingly beautiful face that I'd laid eyes on in many a month. Surely model material. Being in a wolf pack as the boys were that evening, everyone was paying this creature the same lewd compliments. Even my black mood was replaced with a lustful energy but for all the obvious comments she showed a distinct lack of interest (heard it all before no doubt), as did the accompanying guy but the third member of that ménage a trios did notice but she was only observing the reaction of one individual, me!
Whilst still engaging in conversation with her companions she kept turning her head and looking directly into me eyes with that smile of hers. I didn't know what was happening but my friends did. They didn't know about Jean and I but figured that all these not too obvious glances were an attempt at grabbing my attention. Their vocal encouragement increased my embarrassment further to the point where I actually turned away so that I couldn't see her. And now it was my turn at the bar again. My strategy was to visit the gents and slip back into the bar unnoticed. How naïve. Upon emerging from the toilets she was standing there waiting for me. Would this torture ever end?
"I do believe you're embarrassed by my presence? As you are scowling a lot." She laughed. This time I broke into a broad grin, laughed as well and assented. It was the only possible response in such a situation. "I thought that you might be trying to avoid buying me a return drink."
