Community Involvement Ch. 14 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 14

... call over and…” I let it gently go at that. The inference was enough. Daph understood totally and agreed that next week, or coming weeks, would be fine. I watched her slim, mature figure as she lightly jogged across the road to avoid a car. “ To think that, only a few weeks ago, I had fucked every orifice of that woman .” I thought to myself as she turned and waved good bye before entering her front door. That had been close. “An awkward situation avoided.” I whispered as I put the key into the locked of Michelle’s front door and entered. “What kept you?” She asked as I strolled into the lounge room. I explained about Daph and she laughed at the awkwardness I displayed, even now, as I related the tale. “Oh well. No harm done. Shall we go?” She sidled up to me and kissed me warmly on the lips. She looked incredible in her white V necked top and floral, flowing skirt. She could have easily time travelled from the sixties I thought. “Do I need runners or will these sandals do?” she asked. “As you are will be fine. I have this over-night bag too, if you want to take any clothes and the like for tonight.” I offered. She quickly unpacked the beach bag she had with her and loaded them into mine. “I hope they won’t get squashed in there?” Her light jibe I let pass without additional comment. With a lot of self satisfaction she pointed to the large picnic basket she had prepared. “Man, I’m glad Yogi Bear’s not around!” I exclaimed. She laughed and slapped me lightly across the ...

... shoulder for being childish. “But, as Billy Joel says, ‘don’t go changing’, I…well.” She shrugged and with a flash of her beautiful eyes she added, “I quite like you the way you are.” “Anyway, enough of that. Let’s go.” Her sudden change of the mood made me smile yet the poignancy of her comment was not lost on either of us. It was late April, just after Easter, and the Sydney weather was brilliant. It was one of those glorious late autumn days; temperature in the low to mid 20’s (Celsius), brilliant clear blue sky and not a breath of wind. With the top down on my old 1991 SAAB convertible, we headed off to Palm Beach, forty five kilometres north which equated to just over an hours drive. We did find one thing we could not agree while en route, and that was musical tastes. To my bewilderment I had somehow agreed to let her take control of what music played, which was mostly MOR or well over-played, so called hits, of the seventies and eighties. I was not totally against some of the tunes but she seemed to enjoy many of them. I just enjoyed glancing at her for time to time and admiring the curves of her body. "Do you come up here often?" she asked as we turned westward into the car park that overlooked Pittwater. Immediately following her question, she giggled her little girl laugh which I simply adored, "Sorry. That was a bit of a silly question really." "No. Not silly at all." Her hand gently squeezed mine as I closed the roof. With the picnic basket slung over my shoulder by the ...