An Old Acquaintance : Part One : don't think this one will offend many.
Now 21; for his birthday an unexpected present : a rich cousin with a luxury villa on the isle of Jersey offered him free use of her villa while she was away. He accepted; maybe it would be therapy for a recently broken heart. The villa turned out to be spectacular - one of the best sea views on the island. Also she'd stocked the kitchen with a crate of fine wine, two bottles of whisky, and tons of food with a note saying to consider it as part of his birthday present.
For the first few days he got familiar with the immediate area - flowers and cliff views everywhere. Then, on a glorious sunny afternoon he set off in earnest for a long coastal walk. The sea glistening like the Med , the cries of seagulls evocative. He walked on until he felt tired, and lonely - the loss of a soulmate doesn't rule out sexual frustration. He was glad to see a small pub, a short distance inland. He ordered three drinks before looking for a table. Damn - every one occupied. At last a young couple by the window got up to leave. He made a beeline for the table. The friendly barman brought over his drinks. "Expecting company?". "No, unfortunately". "Well there's a pretty girl at the other corner staring away at you when she thinks you're not looking. Don't look now, Maybe she's a former girlfriend ! " " More likely a hooker". "Well ,I haven't seen her here before. Good luck!"
He took a couple of sips before glancing over. God she was pretty! Slim but shapely; colourful cream top with floral designs ; light brown pleated skirt. This time she smiled. He could already feel a stirring at the front of his trousers. He pointed to the vacant seat beside him; she pointed to the one at her table. He pointed to the sea view and the line of drinks in front of him. She got up and went to the bar for a g&t. Wow what a bum! He'd give anything to see under that skirt. "Hi". "Hi to you". "You probably think I'm a prostitute but we played together; when we were seven. ; else it's going to be embarrasing " " It's not Dot !. I'd never have known you. You've changed so much" " I'd hope so. I'm now 21 ! It's Dorothy now.". You're still Dot to me! ". ""You're Ally then, I sent you a message through a third party about getting together for a chat but you were otherwise engaged. What a coincidence meeting by chance so far away". "Remember the time you sat in the middle of the road because you objected to traffic going through our village ? The local bus driver had to go and get your father. " " Don't remind me. I still remember the sore bum and it wasn't from sitting on the tarmac"
[ To be continued unless I hear of readers dying from boredom]
For the first few days he got familiar with the immediate area - flowers and cliff views everywhere. Then, on a glorious sunny afternoon he set off in earnest for a long coastal walk. The sea glistening like the Med , the cries of seagulls evocative. He walked on until he felt tired, and lonely - the loss of a soulmate doesn't rule out sexual frustration. He was glad to see a small pub, a short distance inland. He ordered three drinks before looking for a table. Damn - every one occupied. At last a young couple by the window got up to leave. He made a beeline for the table. The friendly barman brought over his drinks. "Expecting company?". "No, unfortunately". "Well there's a pretty girl at the other corner staring away at you when she thinks you're not looking. Don't look now, Maybe she's a former girlfriend ! " " More likely a hooker". "Well ,I haven't seen her here before. Good luck!"
He took a couple of sips before glancing over. God she was pretty! Slim but shapely; colourful cream top with floral designs ; light brown pleated skirt. This time she smiled. He could already feel a stirring at the front of his trousers. He pointed to the vacant seat beside him; she pointed to the one at her table. He pointed to the sea view and the line of drinks in front of him. She got up and went to the bar for a g&t. Wow what a bum! He'd give anything to see under that skirt. "Hi". "Hi to you". "You probably think I'm a prostitute but we played together; when we were seven. ; else it's going to be embarrasing " " It's not Dot !. I'd never have known you. You've changed so much" " I'd hope so. I'm now 21 ! It's Dorothy now.". You're still Dot to me! ". ""You're Ally then, I sent you a message through a third party about getting together for a chat but you were otherwise engaged. What a coincidence meeting by chance so far away". "Remember the time you sat in the middle of the road because you objected to traffic going through our village ? The local bus driver had to go and get your father. " " Don't remind me. I still remember the sore bum and it wasn't from sitting on the tarmac"
[ To be continued unless I hear of readers dying from boredom]
