Cynthia's Life On The Wild Side - Sex Stories

Cynthia's Life On The Wild Side

... have you? I’ve written it on the calendar in the kitchen.”

Jeffery was seen to hesitate.

“No, I haven’t forgotten but I am on another car jaunt on one of the days. I’ll hear more about it today.”

Cynthia sighed in suppressed frustration. “As long as I know. Viv will need feeding and an endless supply of cold drinks, no doubt, while he’s here…you know what tradesmen can be like.”

“Viv…Viv? Don’t get over-familiar with the man, will you? We never let that standard slip when we lived out in Kenya, did we?”

“No, I know that, but times and people change. I’m adjusting to life back here and it seems to be taking me a whole lot longer than you.” She blew him a kiss and turned back to what she was intent on finishing. “Have a good day, darling!”

Her thoughts were already on Viv Somerton.

♥

For a man of just over six-foot-tall Viv was agile, moved with athletic grace, and looked supremely fit. She had seen that much on their first meeting and as she had talked and watched him take the measurements that he needed for his joinery business to make a new pass gate and two lengths of fence that would be erected to either side of it. His company’s website shows the range of his skills and many posts by satisfied customers.

“I’ll make sure it all matches up with what you already have,” he had enthusiastically told her, his deep voice brightening as he spoke. “Your husband is on board with this, is he?”

“ Yes, he is, although he leaves all of this sort of work ...

... for me to arrange,” she chose to tell him. “He’s always off meeting fellow car enthusiasts…he’s in the Jaguar club, you know, and he devotes a great deal of time to his E-type or he helps others with their cars.”

“It’s a nice car. So, what do you do when he’s away doing that?” he had asked, quite openly, looking up at her even as he worked to make sure he had all the measurements he would need and taking pictures on his iPhone.

“I have my art…I’m a member of the local art club so I draw and daub. There’s also this place, the garden mostly, to look after when I’m not catching up with friends, as I am today, so….”

“So, you want me out of the way. I’m done…so I an leave you to it.” He was nothing but direct in speaking and she hadn’t missed his continuing glances upon her.

“I’m not in that much of a rush, Viv…may I use your name like that? I know that we’ve only just met.” She spoke lightly and flirted with the man before her. His polo shirt, with a company logo embroidered on it, hugged his broad chest and revealed toned, muscled arms. Viv was only too hunky and easy on the eye.

“It’s fine by me, Cynthia,” he smiled wonderfully and using her name for the first time, his dark eyes, brown she thought, smiling too and his gaze upon her unwavering, even if it did not last for long.

She had wanted to talk and had become deeply engaged with the man before her, liking very much what she saw of him. It would be quite an adventure to have his attention upon her and to ...