Cynthia's Life On The Wild Side - Sex Stories

Cynthia's Life On The Wild Side

... that he’d make an exception in her case. By the look of her, she’d know how it went and he was minded to find out if the opportunity came his way.

No, he couldn’t put a finger on it to explain just why she’d shown an interest and had wanted to keep him talking. But he had been taken by the sight of her, the sway of her earrings, and how she would put a hand gracefully to her grey hair and sweep it from her slender face. Cynthia had a posh look about her, but he would soon break through that gloss and find the woman beneath that haughtiness.

He dwarfed her, the legacy of weight-training to bulk him up for the game that he loved. He was quick, a runner, and hard to catch when carrying the ball. There were times he had to mix it with an opponent who clattered him outside the rules, so he carried some scars on his face. He wasn’t a hard man, he just took care of himself, and he wouldn’t refuse to take care of a woman if that was what lay behind the looks that Cynthia had given him.

He was into anyone at the moment, and she was spoken for, but since when did that stop a guy if a woman came onto him? He wasn’t about to go asking why. He’d just follow through and hoped that she knew what the rules were to be if he did that.

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Cynthia arrived home from the art club meeting in the village hall. Her work had not gone very well and she felt in a subdued mood. Absentmindedly, she pushed the button to listen to voice messages on the house telephone’s answering ...

... system.

She became instantly alert as Viv’s voice echoed in the hallway.

‘Hi, it’s me, Viv Roberts. I’m just calling to say that I’ll be with you tomorrow, as agreed, and should be with you by ten o’clock. I can’t make it earlier as I have a few admin things to deal with in the office before then. Call me if the time and day are a problem. Bye!’

She imagined him smiling as he spoke and she checked the calendar in the kitchen. The time and day were just fine, even more so as Jeffrey was to be at one of his gatherings. How wonderful to have the cards fall as she hoped they would. She would have time to herself, and with Viv, and make of it what she could.

A light lunch was prepared and she carried the tray, along with a glass of fruit drink, out onto the sun terrace. She had plans to make, on what to wear for his presence and that allowed her to work in the garden and catch some more of the sun, Viv’s eye too.

“You are scheming woman,” she chuckled and set about tasting her snack lunch seated on a sun lounger. She soon found that she had no real appetite for food and she lay back, tugging the rim of her straw sun hat a little lower to keep the sun off her face.

The warmth of the sun on her legs prompted her to draw up her cotton skirt and a daydream soon took hold as she dozed…

“You wanted this to happen, didn’t you?” he smiled, looking approvingly at her as his hands slowly drifted over the swell of her breasts, her blouse lying at their feet and her skirt drawn up ...