WHENEVER A NEIGHBOUR CALLS
Imogen waited in nervous expectation for Alex to arrive.
Her feelings were driven as much by her concern that he would be seen strolling up to her front door as they were by what they had discovered, all that she had succumbed to with him and that defied all reason. She was his neighbour and old enough to be his aging mother, but none of that had prevented him from claiming her over the past few days after a fun-filled night at the village fête and a boisterous barn dance.
She had rediscovered all the right dance moves and loved to hear his compliments as she danced without any inhibitions or how it might appear to those looking on. Nor would she forget, so easily, how they had strolled through the dimly lit lanes of the village, sometimes arm-in-arm, and what they spoke of gradually becoming the slow admission that they did not want the evening to end.
"What we've done is allowed, you know?" he had smiled after they had rutted so tempestuously, and Alex eased away her concerns. He had an unmistakable twinkle in his eyes that challenged her to deny what he had said. "You live alone just as I do, so nobody's going to get hurt by us getting together."
That first night, his parting kiss had been reassuring and passionately grateful. And now she longed to see him and claim his passionate attention upon her once more. She lived the spinster's life, out of choice, but would never deny the pleasure of a man's attention upon her when the opportunity presented itself as it did in the body and ways of Alex.
♥
Alex thought it would be a nice touch to bring Imogen a small bouquet; nothing too elaborate but a token of how he felt about spending two nights with her and after the fun they had discovered at the barn dance. After an acrimonious divorce and working long hours for the marketing company he had joined not long before his marriage fell apart, he did not intend to pursue the high life just yet.
What he had soon missed, and had then been satisfied with beyond his wildest imaginings, was the company of a woman with her slender figure, her wildly curled and long flaxen hair, and everything that they had seduced from each other and satisfied so tempestuously in Imogen's bed. A spinster she may be, but she had not denied herself the pleasures that a man brought.
He loved her name, traditional and yet not in common use, and Imogen had said that she wasn't 'ready' to cross the darkened lane, where they both lived, to sleep in his bed, and to stay the night in the cramped cottage that he now called his home.
He'd been impulsive and asked her if she would like to accompany him to the fête and the barn dance afterwards. Her dismay to be even asked was soon replaced by her laughter as they danced and became so much closer than the occasional chat in the lane, when they met by chance, allowed.
Imogen's slender tended figure, her grey blonde hair a riot of long wispy curls that framed a perfectly oval face, the lively gaze of her eyes on him when they danced had all drawn him to her, the seduction of the woman unplanned but becoming so pleasurably impetuous.
He made his way in the dark to her front door, the path familiar by now, and his mind possessed by thoughts of the woman he had bedded and how good it had felt to be in Imogen's demanding and seducing embrace.
So much older she may be, but that did not concern him in the slightest. What she did for him and with him eased all such thoughts away. It was the middle of what had become a busy week, already, and now he sure needed the diversion of a woman's lustful ways with him.
Neither of them spoke of it, the novelty of their affair. Right now, as he knocked on her door and the outside light was turned on, all they wanted was to live for the moment, unlikely as that had seemed only a few days ago.
♥
"Come in and be quick!" she urged and soon closed the door behind him.
"Oh, oh, have I caught you at a bad time? It seems to me that you have other plans for tonight."
He grinned at her as he took in Imogen's appearance in one glance, the silk dressing gown cinched tight at her slender waist. Her scent, whatever it was, drew him in and she met his kiss before the small bouquet was handed to her.
"The only plans that I have include you. I'm making supper, but wondered if I should dress up?" She met his appraising glance, the drift of his eyes over her, and understood immediately what was again at work in him. She knew from the pout of his full lips and stilled approving gaze, that Alex was again deeply involved with her. "I'll put the flowers in some water, shall I?"
He liked how she teased him with her suggestive smile. "Yes, do that, and then we can share a moment or two."
"Yes, we can do that," she agreed and twisted to be free of his restraining hold upon her. "Pour is both a drink. I put some wine in the fridge, and we can start the evening with that!"
