Cynthia's Two Lives - Sex Stories

Cynthia's Two Lives

... the afternoon stretched out before him. He gathered up the debris of his work in clay and stuffed the debris sack that he’d had the foresight to bring along with him, thinking all the while of Cynthia Roberts and that figure of hers, how he ached to see her and to explore and know of that haughty woman’s body that he marvelled at. Wonderful as it was to see it, her figure belonged to someone much younger than Cynthia was known to be.

He sought to engage her in conversation as the meeting slowly, noisily, broke up. “You have done as I suggested and worked on a collage. You must be pleased with the result, Cynthia?”

“I am and thank you for suggesting it!” she laughed and meeting his approving look upon her, the artist’s smock put away. She stood before him once more in her billowy slacks and her magenta sweater, the scarf again loosely fastened around her throat. It was a stylish and casual look that set her apart from other women in the room.

“I’ll go further and suggest that you call in sometime…at my studio. I can show you the range of skills needed for what you can now do. I’d like to do that…if and when circumstances allow.”

He knew of such a moment. It was now, but wanted his overt suggestion to sink in. Cynthia, like so many others in the club, knew that he lived alone once more, his long-term partner finally breaking off their relationship when her stated aim, marriage, was not to be fulfilled. He had seen no compelling reason to travel down that ...

... particular road again.

An enthralling distraction from his emptier life, where women were concerned, stood before him. Cynthia lived nearby and could meet to pursue a purposeful liaison but they have no ties. That was the plan but would she agree to it, if asked?

Cynthia’s pouted smile gave him the answer he sought.

“Is an hour, or so, from now, too soon?” she murmured, not looking directly at him.

He chuckled. “No, it’s not and I like your certainty. I’ve wanted to ask you for some time, you know?”

“I only sensed it, didn’t know it, from how you look at me sometimes, Julian.” Cynthia gathered her things under each arm as she looked around them, just to be sure they could not be overheard. She pouted. “I’ll…I’ll come as I am, shall I?”

“Yes, do that. I want to see the real woman that you are, not the haughty one. I already know the one that I prefer and want to know a whole lot more.”

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She made ready for the short drive through the open countryside before the steep and twisting road took her up the escarpment and to the entrance to Julian's studio and home. She studied her reflection in the mirror. That Julian had given her the eye so overtly was something new! Crazy as it was to meet them, those looks had set her mind racing. Just what had he seen in her to arouse such appraising glances upon her over the weeks since she had been back from her holiday in Kenya?

“What madness, but I want to go through with this.”

She raised her arms above her head and ...