Kate Ch. 03

"My indulgence," he said, opening the door for me. It was a long time since I'd ridden in a sports car, but I managed to get myself in without anything more than a flash of thigh, and it was a problem managing to show just that much! He closed the door and went round to the driver's side.

"Any place in particular you'd like to go, or any particular preference in food?" he asked after folding himself into the driver's seat.

I patted my stomach. "I put weight on thinking about food!" I said. A lie, but I only ate an hour before you phoned!

Bob grinned. "Okay, anywhere you'd like to go and watch me eat?"

I laughed. I don't know what I was going to say, probably something on the lines of 'why don't we just have a drink and a snack', but then I thought, perhaps he hasn't eaten yet.

"Yes?" he prompted.

"You'll think I'm silly." I am!

"I won't. Silly things sometimes appeal to me."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Like what?"

"Like walking barefoot on the beach, in the moonlight, eating potato chips out of a paper bag and drinking soda, like I was seventeen again, out with a girl for the first time."

Yes! "It is our first time. Let's do it!"

"You sure?"

"Yes." I grinned. "Where shall we go?"

"Do you know Ironhead?"

"Not since I was a kid. I've never been since."

"We'll go to Ironhead, then. We'll stop in Ashbury for the potato chips and soda."

We stopped at a little mart and got sodas, potato chips, chili dip and pretzels. I curled up in the passenger seat, listening to the radio. I found a classical station and a rendering of Debussy's Clair de Lune was being played. I didn't know if Bob was susceptible to mood but he didn't say a word until it was finished.

It was only a few minutes more drive to Ironhead. Bob surprised me by taking a dirt road behind the dunes, finishing in a grove of pines.

"Eat first, or walk?" he asked.

"Eat, then walk off the calories." When we'd finished, he put the waste in a bag and dropped it in the trunk, then took off his shoes and socks and dropped them in the car.

"Right," he said, "time to walk."

I got to my feet and dropped my shoes beside his. The sun was just starting to set and the light was beautifully warm. 'I should bring Meg here for some outdoor nudes' I thought idly. I'd never been to this part of Ironhead before. At least I didn't think so, because I'd only been once or twice as a child. We had the bay to ourselves and I made a mental note to ask Bob if it was always this quiet. We left footprints in the sand as we walked the mile or so across the bay, chatting as we went, discovering mutual likes in art, music, theatre, cinema. It was almost an hour before we got near to the car again. It was darker now, 'I'd need flash now' I thought, and a full moon was just starting to show. It was still warm and we were almost back to the car when I spotted a little hollow in the dunes. I took Bob's arm and pointed.

"Let's sit there for a while."

"Sure. I'll just get a rug from the car," he said. "It'll be better to sit on."

I waited while he fetched the rug and we strolled across and sat, looking out at the breakers. The sand still retained some heat from the day, warmth under the rug. I was feeling good, relaxed, in pleasant company. I glanced across at Bob and smiled. He reached over and took my hand. I squeezed his fingers and slid closer. Bob gently put his arm around my shoulders. Right on! I slid right across and snuggled against him. He gently stroked my shoulder.

"That's nice," I murmured. But my tits are lower and they badly want to be touched. He stroked the back of my neck, massaging, then leaned across and kissed my neck, then again. That's nice, Bob, do it again. I sighed contentedly.

"That feels nice," I murmured, squeezing his knee.

He kissed me behind my ear, so I moved my hair out of the way. He blew lightly in my ear so I blew straight back into his. He kissed my throat.

" 'S nice," I murmured. Keep it up!

He kissed my lips. Oh, nice! Again, do it again. I gently extended the tip of my tongue and gently touched his, then did it again. I pressed my body against him and squeezed him in my arms. He lightly stroked the front of my blouse. Nice, Bob, but I don't want you scared off!

I pulled away slightly. "Please, Bob. Don't be in such a hurry." Lying bitch!

He stroked my neck again and I relaxed. "That's nice after a hard day."

His next action took me completely by surprise. He squeezed my hand and pulled away. He stood up and held out his hand to help me to my feet. I stood readily enough but I was curious. Why, Bob, when we were just starting to get somewhere?

"Come on, Kate. Let's go."

"Go where?"

"Somewhere safe."

"Safe?" I said, definitely surprised now. "What do you mean?"

"Somewhere where there are other people."

"Why," I asked. Don't you want me?

"Because if we stay here, I'm going to try to make love to you and I don't want to take the risk of spoiling a relationship that's only just begun. Kate, I like you, I want to see you again. I want to know you better." He smiled at me, somewhat ruefully I thought.

I studied him, bemused, careful not to let my feelings show. "You're an honorable man, Bob. That's quite rare these days. All right, let's go somewhere safe. One thing I will say, Bob Larson."

"And that is?"

"I like you too, or I wouldn't have agreed to see you. Oh, and another thing?"

"Yes?"

I smiled. "If I don't like what you're doing I'll tell you." And that will keep you guessing! I strode off towards the car, humming, trying not to laugh. Or cry. Glory be, I think he wants me!

"Would you like to stop for a drink somewhere?" he asked as we drove back into town.

I have a better idea, I thought, then asked him "Do you like malt whisky? Scottish?"

He glanced at me. "Yes, very much. Particularly Talisker."

I laughed. Great! Another shared taste. "I can't offer you Talisker," I said, "but I do have an Islay malt, Bunnahabhain, and a Balvenie. So take me home, Bob, and come in for a coffee and a malt whisky tasting."

And that's what we did. There was no sign of Meg, but she told me later that she had just gone to bed when she heard us come in and decided that it was more discreet to stay out of the way. I led Bob into the living-room and turned on a couple of table lamps.

"Sit down, Bob. I'll fetch some coffee. There's a hi-fi in the cabinet and a selection of CDs, if you like music. Choose something you like, if you can find any." I laughed. "Meg's are on the top shelf. Ignore them!"

I set the coffee going then went through into the living-room and sat on the couch. Bob was still standing and I motioned him to sit beside me.

"The coffee's on. Ten minutes and it should be ready."

"Great."

"Right, Balvenie or Bunnahabhain?"

"I've never tasted either, so what do you recommend?"

"The Bunnahabhain is an Islay malt, so if you like Talisker, you'll probably like that. The Balvenie is a single cask. You choose."

"Either would be fine, Kate. Thanks."

"I'll pour you a Bunnahabhain," I said, suiting the action to the thought. I'm not mean, but the single cask Balvenie was nearly twice the price and I was particularly fond of it.

I sat back down beside him and raised my glass in toast. "Here's to potato chips and soda pop!"

He laughed. "I'll drink to that." We chatted for a while. Bob never took his eyes off me. I know I'm not ugly, too many compliments had come my way for that, but I found his concentration mildly disconcerting. I excused myself for a moment and went for the coffee. We drank the coffee and the whisky, and carried on chatting.

Bob glanced at his watch eventually. "Sorry, Kate, but I think I'd better go. I need to be up early in the morning because I have a big order to get ready for the college." I was disappointed. Disappointed? I was devastated. I was longing for his touch and scared to show it. I was also conscious of the fact that Meg was upstairs and most likely not asleep.

"That's a shame. I was enjoying our chat." I smiled at him. "You can always come back. You're welcome in this house."

"Thank you, Kate, I'd like that," he said. "You said you were busy tomorrow night. No chance at all of seeing you?"

Yes! I smiled. "Every chance. I go bowling with the girls on a Friday. We usually finish about ten. If you want to see me, pick me up at the bowling alley around ten-fifteen. We can have a drink or something."

"Great! Ten fifteen it is." He stood and I stood with him, taking his arm as we walked to the door. At the door I turned to face him.

"I enjoyed myself tonight, Bob. Very much."

"So did I." He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me gently towards him. I didn't try to pretend any reluctance. If a kiss was all I was getting tonight I wanted a good one! I raised my lips to his kiss. It started as a friendly goodnight kiss, but I think we were both disappointed that something more hadn't come of our time together and we both tried to communicate the feeling in the kiss. Eventually, to my keen disappointment, Bob broke the kiss. I was shaking and buried my head in his shoulder, breathing heavily and trying to regain my equilibrium. My pussy was soaking and I could feel a faint tremor in my legs, as well as the unmistakable bulge of Bob's erection. Eventually I raised my eyes and smiled shakily.

"I think you'd better go now, Bob! I don't think I could trust myself after that kiss."

"Tomorrow night, Kate. Ten-fifteen."

"Ten-fifteen. I'll look forward to it." I leaned forward and kissed him, a mere peck of the cheek, but it was all I dared. I opened the front door, my hand shaking.

"Goodnight, Bob," I whispered.

"Goodnight, Kate."

I watched while he got into his car, waved as he drove away then went back indoors and closed the door, leaning my forehead against it. I gathered my scattered wits and locked the door, then put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, put out the downstairs lights and took myself off to bed. Thank goodness for 'Plastic Mike'. I needed him tonight!

When I got upstairs Meg peered out around her bedroom door.

"Hi, mom. Have a good time?"

"Yes and no, baby. Come and talk to me while I shower."

"I'll come in with you, I could probably use a shower myself." She came out of her room, a huge old t-shirt she used as a nightdress billowing around her, and followed me into my bedroom. "What went wrong?" she asked, sympathetically, stripping off her t-shirt as I undressed.

We went into the shower and I turned the water on. Meg, as used to the cold start as I was myself, waited in the corner until the water warmed then took the soap and began to wash my back.

"Nothing went wrong, baby, in fact I think it went too right."

"Too right?"

"Yeah. By the time Bob left just then, my pussy was soaking and I wanted him so badly it hurt."

"Why didn't you have him, then?" asked Meg practically, kneeling as she washed my legs.

"Scared in case I frightened him off with my forward ways, I guess." I smiled at her. "I knew you'd stay out of the way, but I guess Bob was nervous about having you in earshot."

Meg grinned fleetingly. "Too right. I'd have been watching from the balcony, see if my mom's technique was any better than mine. Or else I'd have come down and joined in."

I laughed. "We'd never see him again after that!"

"Are you seeing him again?" Meg turned her back and handed me the soap.

"Tomorrow night, after the bowling." I soaped her back and then a devil took me. I soaped her butt and slid my fingers in and goosed her.

"Mom!" She grinned vividly, then paused as a thought struck her. "Mom? Did you ever make love with a woman?"

I had a sudden vivid memory of Diane sucking my clit as Tom fucked her from behind. Meg must have been about seven, staying with Tom's folks for a few days. Diane was Tom's cousin. She wouldn't let him fuck her at first, but she was game for anything else that long summer she spent with us, and ready for the fucking eventually.

"Mom?"

Should I tell her? Not the details, just the fact. "One summer, when you were about six or seven."

"Was it good? As good as dad?"

"Nothing was as good as that, young lady, but yes, I enjoyed it. Why are you asking?"

Meg flushed. "We only have one 'Plastic Mike'. I thought we could sleep together and share him."

I reached out and hugged her. "If that's what you want, baby, that's what we'll do," I said gently. I was curious, very curious. Would my daughter's touch excite me? Would mine excite her? We'd soon find out!

By ten-fifteen the next evening I was keenly anticipating Bob's arrival. I don't know if the thought of seeing him again inspired me, but I think I played as well as I have ever done. Maybe it was sharing 'Plastic Mike' with Meg. That experiment had been interesting. We both came from being stimulated by the other, but we both agreed that without a man being involved something was missing for us. I had made a mental note that I would like to try a threesome again, for it had been a long time since Diane, but I wasn't sure if the other woman should be my daughter. Although, if the man involved was Mike...?

My abstraction was suddenly dissolved. I spotted Bob moving towards me from the entrance. He took my hands and kissed me, to the keen interest of Mimi. I'd told her he was meeting me and she'd insisted on keeping me company 'just in case he don't show'.

"Mimi, this is Bob Larson. Bob, my friend Mimi Willis."

"Hello, Mimi, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Bob. Okay, honey, I'm off now. See you next week. 'Bye. 'Bye, Bob, look after her."

"I will, Mimi, goodnight."

Mimi went off and Bob and I looked at each other. He smiled.

"I couldn't get to sleep for ages last night," he said. "I kept thinking about you."

"Good thoughts, I hope."

He flushed slightly. "I think they were."

"Aha! From the look on your face, erotic ones!" I exclaimed gleefully.

He nodded ruefully. I took his hand.

"Bob," I said gently. "I went to sleep last night with a dildo in my pussy, pretending it was you." I flushed as he looked at me in astonishment. I'm not sure if it was what I said, or the fact that I'd said it. I locked my gaze with his. "Bob, at the risk of you thinking I'm a cheap whore, I have to tell you something. I want you, I want you badly. It's been four years since my husband died, and you are only the second man in that time, but you are the first I have wanted so badly. Take me home, Bob, and take me to bed. Or take me someplace else where there's a bed. Please."

Bob took my hand and squeezed my fingers. "I'll never think you're a cheap whore, Kate, never. You are a very desirable woman and I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you."

I laughed, remembering that moment. "If I'd known you'd fallen in love with me, I needn't have dressed!"

Bob laughed too, remembering. He stood and pulled me gently to my feet. "Come on, Kate, let's go find that bed before my erection busts my pants and embarrasses us both in public.

I giggled like a schoolgirl. "We can't chance that, can we?"

Outside, he kissed me fiercely, then led me to his Porsche. "Where?" he asked when we were belted in.

"Your place? I suggested.

He grimaced. "Since Julie and I got divorced, I've been renting a small apartment near the store. It's all right for me, but I wouldn't want to take a woman there."

"So where do you take your women?"

"There have only been three since Julie and I split, and they were all one night stands. One had her own apartment, so we went there. The other two occasions, a motel. I don't want to take you to a motel, Kate, they're too tacky." He smiled at me. "Besides, I want this one to last."

I had a thought. "Are you prepared for a half-hour drive back in the morning to open the shop?" I asked.

He looked at me in surprise. "From where?" he asked.

"Goose Lake."

"What's at Goose Lake."

"Our cabin."

Bob grinned suddenly. "Of course. Let's go." He started the car.

"Can you stop by a 'phone. I want to tell Meg I won't be home."

"There's a cellphone on the console, there. Use that."

I dialed home. Meg answered on the fifth ring, breathing heavily. "Hello?"

"Hi, honey. It's mom."

"Hi, mom. Your timing's lousy. I was just about to come, with Mike's lovely prick in my pussy. What's up?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that I won't be home tonight."

"Whoopee! Bob taking you home?"

"No, we're going up to Goose Lake. See you in the morning. Sometime."

"Okay, mom. Have fun!"

"Will do, honey. 'Bye."

"'Bye, mom."

I put the cellphone back in its rest and looked out. Bob was making good time, because we were already outside the town limits and up to the legal speed limit.

"Will Meg be all right by herself?" Bob asked.

"She's not by herself. Mike's there."

"You trust them?" There was mild surprise in his voice.

"I trust them not to wreck the house. So far as anything else is concerned, they're a couple of alley cats." I had a sudden thought. "Bob, in confidence. Meg and Mike have been sleeping together for a while now. I would rather they did it safely at home than find a motel or something. I don't know if Mike's folks know, so please, don't tell them."

"Don't worry, Kate. My lips are sealed." He laughed. "I thought Mike looked content with his lot these days."

"He is. She feeds him as well. Meg's a better cook than me." I laughed. "Meg told me off, said she was just about to come when the 'phone rang!"

"Lucky Mike."

"Lucky Meg. Mike's got a very talented prick." Oh shit! Kate Evans, you've shot yourself in the foot again!

There was a short silence. Then Bob asked casually. "How would you know that, Kate?" his voice very mild.

"It's a long story, Bob. I told you there'd only been two men since Tom died. Mike is the other one." And I told Bob about catching Mike fucking Meg, about the sudden scald in my pussy, I told him about my devious seduction of Mike while Meg was away. I didn't tell him about the photographs. Not yet.

"The poor baby didn't have a chance. He did a widow lady a very great service when she very badly needed it."

"If Mike woke you up to wanting to make love again, I owe him a vote of thanks," Bob said mildly, "but perhaps I'd better not thank him personally." He laughed. "I'll just have to hope that my greater experience helps me."

I squeezed his knee. "I manage to see Mike almost every day without my panties getting soaked," I said, then took his hand. I spread my knees and pulled my skirt back. "Feel."

Bob quickly caressed my cleft through my panties, then put his hand back on the wheel.

"I have that effect?" he asked.

"Yes," I said simply.

Bob smiled at me. "I'm glad. Now, woman, you'd better navigate, because that's the Goose Lake turnoff."

Ten minutes later we pulled up outside the cabin. Tom had closed a deal for the landowners which had gained them an excellent profit, while not antagonizing any of the wildlife or environmental groups and in gratitude they had sold him the cabin for a song. There were no other cabins within a mile and it was at the end of its own unmarked dirt road, which to anyone else just looked like a fire road. The Porsche had come close to bottoming once or twice.

"Next time," said Bob, "if there is a next time, I'll use the pickup!"

He switched off the engine. Apart from the tick of the cooling metal, there were only the night noises of the pine forest.

"What's it like in daylight, Kate, because it looks lovely in the dark?"

"Just as lovely. There's a little beach and the headland keeps our little cove quite private. You have to sail right up to it before you know it's there. Nearly all of the other cabins are at the other end of the lake."

"I know. I was surprised when you told me to take that turnoff."