I drove to Max’s and called him. He came down to meet me and we walked up to the high street. We paused outside a few restaurants before deciding on The Black Lion pub. It had an ornate ceiling painted in dark red and gold. The windows were acid etched and decorated with hanging lamp shades in various colours and design. The menu had a Spanish influence. After ordering we sat down in front of an open fireplace on a sofa. A picture perfect setting for our date after a 2 week hiatus.
We talked about my holiday and his job offers and his decision to continue working at his current post although on a different project. Halfway through our meal the people who were sitting across from us left and were replaced by a young amorous couple. M remarked that here were another pair openly kissing and cuddling in front of us, reminding me of our first meeting when there were also another though more mature couple who were also deeply intent on each other. We ourselves kissed a few times but in a more restrained fashion, I’d say decorous and mindful of the fact that we were in a public place, until we returned to his. There he had very thoughtfully put the heating on and some music. We kissed more intimately on the sofa and then he lay down and pulled me down beside him. It wasn’t very comfortable and I felt in danger of tipping over the edge so we decided to go to his bedroom.
We got under the covers and he was a little bolder exploring under my skirt and touching the top of my thighs and bottom.
Mm your skin feels silky soft.
I asked him whether most women had similarly soft skin and he thought some softer than others. He was to get bolder later on when he brought out some colourful ribbons of ripped sari silks and tied my wrists and ankles to the four sides of his bed. It was thrilling initially and arousing but when he lay on top of me it began to feel uncomfortable and suddenly i developed a stitch in my right side. I didn’t want to ruin the mood but later it got more painful and I, a little frantically, asked to be released. M obliged and I gratefully cuddled up to him. After that we made love in a more conventional fashion and eventually fell asleep. I awoke at around one in the morning and got dressed. Kissing him goodbye I slipped out and left. We had arranged to meet up again at the weekend and continued texting and emailing each other in between.
There had been a small misunderstanding before Tuesday which we managed to smooth over and resolve. It was largely due to his considerate nature and quick response which helped to clear up our quarrel and a few days after that I felt compelled to let him know I appreciated his kindness. There followed more texting and emailing although less excessively than when we were separated by continents.
I had made arrangements to meet up with someone who had made contact with me about the same time when M got in touch this year. And although I was looking forward to the date I wondered whether to tell M about it.
After the date with S on Friday evening I saw that M had called me. When I returned his call he was in the bath and asked me what I had been so busy doing as not to have answered the phone. I could have made up a story but I wanted to be honest and told him the truth. I think M felt a twinge of jealousy and I offered to drive down to see him.
We watched a programme which M told me might feature a colleague but we may have missed his appearance as it was already halfway through when we started watching. I was sitting against M and when the programme ended he kissed me and we ended up in bed. We fucked again in the morning just minutes before he had to leave to meet up with an ex-girlfriend. I surprised myself by not feeling jealous at all. This is very much out of character and I wondered at the significance – is it significant and what does that say about my relationship with M?