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Allow Me My Foreign Ways

1

Carole knew that she had been transported into another world; had done that following many, many, hours of what felt like a never-ending flight from London to where she now was. The tropical scenery, the blinding whiteness of the sandy beach, the changing colours of the ocean beyond, they were a sublime contrast to the gently rolling grasslands of Windmill Farm where she lived. I There, she and her late husband Ted Browne had spent the best part of their forty years of marriage until illness claimed him some three years ago.

The sprawling farmhouse was now occupied by her eldest boy and his family. She lived in a former farm-worker’s bungalow and was content with her lot. She missed her man but chose not to dwell on that as she stood on the balcony outside her bedroom and gazed across the tended grass of her boy’s new home. Her second son, Nick, had moved out to Oz with his wife Sarah, some ten years ago, and had changed his jobs until the latest took him to Cairns. The couple, along with their two children, thrived and could see no reason to leave. It gave her a reason to travel and be in a different place, for a few weeks, and to contrast and compare with all that she had left behind.

Even after three days here, she still woke at the same time as back home. The sounds beyond the insect screen to the window and door, that led out onto the balcony, were too much for her to ignore.

The sea breeze tugged at her thin nightdress, then pressed it against her body. It had her feel that she was all but naked as it cooled her. The breeze tugged at the tumble of her long auburn hair, with its muted ginger-red tones at the tips. She would often concede to a streak of vanity and chose not be seen with greying hair, just yet. Her Ted had teased her whenever she came home from the hair stylist.

‘Who’s that girl I see?’

Working the farm with him and tending to the family, then their grandchildren, had helped in keeping a hold of her once trim figure, but the work had not kept the wrinkles from appearing on her thighs, nor the soft swell to her tummy. Nursing three kids had wrought its own legacy on the tumble of her freckled breasts.

Yes, Ted’s girl had changed in the three years since he had gone from her side.

She settled on a rattan seat and gazed at the view around the house, its neighbours all set in large plots with trees of various types. She loved the silence and the absence of traffic, just as it was back home; but she knew that it was only because it was so early in the morning that she could enjoy the silence.

It was broken by a man’s voice that unmistakably called out to her.

♥

‘Tom?’ she laughed in some dismay as she looked down at him from the balcony, like some Juliet greeting her Romeo. ‘It’s early for you to be on a walkabout…’

‘I always go for a swim at this time…’

‘At six?’ she laughed softly, in dismay.

‘Sure,’ he smiled, looking up at her wonderingly. ‘I didn’t get the chance to tell you last night at the street barbie…ask if you’d like to try it out…do something a little different and keep me company?’

She was disconcerted by his only too direct ways with her, a woman he’d only just met. They had talked at length whenever they had been in each other’s company, and she had taken to wondering if others who saw them together took them to be couple. She had even found herself thinking on that during moments of wakefulness during the night.

Tom Payne’s sharp, nasal, accent also had a beguiling tone along with the jokey, teasing ways in how he had talked to her. It had soon met by her own direct ways of answering him and to give back what he sought to give; the search for companionship that her presence had aroused in him and that she had not been blind, or averse to and much to her dismay. She had thought that only her Eddie, or Ted as many called him, would be the one and only man in her life; close and only too involved in all that could be shared.

The man below her balcony had confounded her, and now here she was gazing down at him and wondering what to do and what Nick and Sarah would make of her suddenly scooting off for an early morning swim with a man she had ‘just met’. It would be behaviour that was at odds with all that they had seen of her on previous trips to be with them. Her devotion to Ted had never been called into question, but now she felt a need to live on but never to forge. The man now beckoning to her to join him had his persuasive ways. It had felt, last night, at that barbie as if he’d been ‘coming onto her’ and now here he was, at it again.

‘C’mon Carole!’ he drawled. ‘Tell your family you’ll be back by breakfast…that you’re with me…unless you want that at my place when we’re through?’

She hesitated, pushing down the hem of her nightdress as the breeze caught it; not that he could see her thighs from where he stood.

‘That should reassure them, should it?’ almanbahis she replied on a teasing laugh, knowing that she wanted to live it all out and to act impetuously for a change. ‘Go on…give me five minutes.’

 

2

‘I hope I don’t get hassle for doing this….go through endless explanations, especially with my son, Nick.’

She had told him and Sarah what she intended to do and Sarah’s ‘go for it’ attitude suggested she understood. ‘We’ll be gone by the time you get back. I’m taking the kids to their childminders and nursery, then I’ve got my day at work. So take your keys, won’t you?’

She had; held them out to her, the two chunky keys on a nylon string that she was then seen to drape around her neck. ‘I’ll make my way in, don’t you worry…’

That would be the least of er concerns. She would have moments alone with Tom, her undoubted ally in what was so disconcerting and the ending of a particular loneliness that circumstances had brought upon her. It had become a particular emptiness that was beginning to take over her life and that she simply did not want to concede to; the closing in of the boundaries to her world…that Nick and Sarah did not dare to speak of to her, but she sensed that Sarah understood. She absorbed what they said and how they behaved towards her. Tom might yet set her free from all of that, he with those overt and uninhibited ways that he already pursued with her.

‘What trouble…for being together and going for a swim?’ he smiled on a doubting shake of his head.

‘No! You know what I mean!’

‘Yeah, I do…you want to live on.’

‘Yes, too right. I think I’ve reached that conclusion and all by myself…’

Carole gazed at him, at the man who made no secret of wanting to be in her company and to share in so much more. The certainty of his ways pleased and dismayed her. She brushed away stray strands of her hair as they walked down to the palm-fringed shoreline, the loosest of colourful bangles sliding down and onto her still slender wrists.

‘Come on. Let’s go out and have a swim…do something about that?’ Tom looked up and down the beach. They were within the safety zone marked by the flags. ‘Leave your sun dress over there…along with my things.’

‘I’ll…I’ll just sit here and watch you…I’m fine doing that.’

She felt discomfited by his sudden and easy ways with her,and a guilty conscience kicked in, if only for a moment. Tom flirted with her. It was a change from his polite and hesitant ways when they had first met. Now, he pulled away a loose-fitting shirt to reveal his broad chest and shoulders; the grey down of hair upon them; also on his belly and legs; all of it complementing his closely cropped receding hair. She shuddered on the sight of it, the swell in his swimming briefs, how the man filled them and that he was unashamed to have her see.

Tom seemed to think only of her, now.

‘Okay. It will be just a taster for me…then I’ll be with you again. We can walk along the sand for a spell…’

He soon bounded off with surprising agility before he dove into the surf. Carole waited, for what seemed like an age, before Tom surfaced and was seen to beckon. She delighted in the ripple of his arm muscles as he slicked water from his hair and strode to be with her again.

‘Come in…the water’s great!’ she just about heard him yell out. Tom stood at the edge of the surf, stumbled as waves swirled about him. ‘C’mon Carole…make the most of every day you’re here!’

She wanted to do that; to break out of only to ordered ways of home and what being with family here put a brake on. Tom had broken through her reserve in no time at all. She was ready for this moment, even if she had not planned or expected it.

To see this vigorous man draw near, the water glistening on his tanned skin…it inflamed her senses; it provoked a riot of conflicting emotions that she did not know how to control, other than to be out of his company. Her sense of propriety, and correctness, along with her loyalty to the memory of another, vied with an undeniable urge to live it out and differently; for her to succumb to Tom’s encouraging ways.

‘You’ve persuaded me…I can’t just sit here and watch you fooling around,’ she said on shielding her eyes and looking up at him. Tom would have noted the red nail varnish on her toes that complemented her fingers. She’d smeared some sun block on her lips, even at this time of the day. Her choice of a strappy, mid-thigh sundress would allow her arms and legs to tan.

‘Good, I’m glad’ he grinned, ‘come on then. Be with me…live it out…take a chance on that.’

‘I am,’ she retorted and stating the obvious.

Standing up, she reached for the fastening of her dress; felt the hem slide over her thighs as she did that, then the brush of fabric against her breasts before she lifted it away. She saw him pout a knowing smile of admiration for what she brought to his gaze. She soon revealed her azure blue bikini, almanbahis yeni giriş stark against the light tan of her skin and its myriad of freckles.

‘I’m going to say it…you’re a fine-looking woman, Carole, no mistake.’

Tom complimented her in what she was learning were his only too direct ways of it; his appraising glances making no secret of him liking what she brought to the eye She was being taken out of her ordered ways and now followed him into the surf. She found it surprisingly warm and laughed as Tom flopped into the water and turned to look at her. She was nowhere near as confident in the water as he was.

‘I’m not going out far…so don’t make me,’ she told him, nervily, her steps cautious and slow.

‘I’ll look after you, promise,’ he soon answered and drew close. Tom was entranced by the sight of her; how the wet fabric of her bikini now clung to her body. He saw the provocative swell and shapeliness of her breasts and how the soft tan lines faded away until the beginnings of paler skin was revealed to his gaze; the soft swell of Carole’s belly at the rim of her bikini briefs. ‘I’ll swim beside you…’

‘Yes, but not too close…’ she felt obliged to caution him, and on seeing Tom’s undoubted interest in that look of his upon her. It was a man’s look that she had not seen for so very long and that she had thought not to know of again.

She knew that he wanted her. She was unsure whether to concede and whether to even think of doing that so quickly.

Tom showed off; he performed hand stands and fell over. He porpoised around her as she settled down, the water up to her chin and she began to swim, meeting his look as Tom swam on his back as if to encourage her.

‘I’m glad to be with you like this…to see you let go.’

‘Is it that obvious?’ she said, stopping and then gasping as her feet could not touch bottom. ‘Oh God…we’re out of our depth!’ She gave him a panic-stricken look.

‘It’s okay, really it is,’ he soothed; soon holding out a hand that she felt compelled to take. He drew her to him as he walked towards the shore. ‘Can you feel the sand now…wriggle your toes into it?’ Carole saw him twist and turn. ‘It’s a foot massage with a difference…’

She laughed on hearing his boyish pleasure in saying and doing it. His hand still held hers and she wondered what he would now do. Tom began to rise and fall in the water in a quickening rhythm that she could do nothing about, but to follow. She felt her breasts rise and fall as they moved in an un-coordinated way until she met his rhythm. She had no choice.

‘I can’t do that!’ He had disappeared from view, and she sensed that she was expected to do the same. He surfaced so very near to her, a broad grin creasing his face.

‘Well? What’s keeping you?’ he asked, the grip on her hand tightening.

‘Tom! I can’t do that!’

‘Yes you can, Carole! Yes, you can!’ he laughed in boyish excitement that captivated her, as much as she feared how she could so easily let go of any remaining restraint. He charmed her; he seduced concessions from her with these playful antics. ‘Just try it and surprise yourself!’

She had time to gulp in a deep breath before he pulled her under, soon pushing up with his thighs to pull her free of the surface, then down again until she could stand it no more.

‘Stop!’ she couldn’t help but gasp out in laughter. ‘You’re a danger,’ Carole now cried out, raising her hands to sweep away her sodden, glistening hair that now hung limply onto her shoulders; her bikini top all askew. ‘And you’re looking at me again in that way of yours…just stop it.’

She was dismayed, not angry. Carole heard him sigh; met his unflinching gaze. ‘I want you to live it out while you’re here, Carole…and to do that with me. I want that….every moment we can. I know that already…soon as it is.’

She stood before him in the surf; met his appraising look upon her and believed that what he said was only the simple truth. He was unafraid to tell her of it.

‘I’ll try to do that…’

‘No, do it while we’re here….and you’re with me.’ Tom stood closer and she felt a touch; his hand on her back to draw her to him. She felt him press against her; knew what Tom would bring to her; his swimming briefs leaving nothing to the imagination.

‘Tom this is crazy!’ she gasped in response to his claims upon her; the slow sweep of his fingers to her sides then over her stomach.

‘No it’s not crazy…and I don’t want a good-looking woman like you giving in to a guilty conscience. We each have to live on…have to find the way and the person to do that with. I’ve met you, Carole. It goes as simply as that.’

‘Give in…give in to you and my instincts and feelings…to what you say so easily…and in no time at all!’ Carole blurted out and in some dismay. It was how Tom’s ways had made her feel. They confounded all reason and her fraying resolve.

‘If that’s how it is, then yes…’ he smiled, on almanbahis giriş a moment’s touch to her cheek. ‘I’ve learned that there’s no other way to go…after all that’s happened. So, if you’re with me on this…we live for the moment and every one that follows from here on in.’

‘Let me get used to the idea,’ was all she said, moving to walk back to where their clothes lay on the sand, jumbled together, in a heap.

Could she really be seduced by this man and so quickly? She thought it only too likely. The problem would be how to keep it all a secret.

 

3

Carole knows that the sight of her provokes him, and she is dismayed by the sense of reassurance it gives, that a man should be attracted to her. Uncomplicated pleasure can be taken from sensing that Tom’s eyes are on her as she dresses and then steps into her beach sandals. Unthinking, she has taken hold of his hand offered in support giving him another chance to take in what she brings to his sight. She feels her breasts are shaped by the triangles of wet fabric, just as her high-waisted briefs shape her belly and b. How crazy to have chosen to wear them. No secrets remained on what she’d bring to his touch, her fleshiness nothing to be ashamed of. Tom was no figure of youth either, although those swimming briefs left even less for her to imagine than her bikini would do to his gaze upon her.

Smoothing her sundress over her body was as much to quell the ache of longing that this man’s look upon her aroused as to adjust the fit of this wispy garment. She now wondered how it would feel to have this man’s touch on her skin; to feel him kiss her and what the man would really bring to her.

Tom didn’t dry off. He simply tugged on his flowing surfer’s shirt and his faded blue beach shorts. He remained barefoot.

The palm trees rustled on the strengthening breeze. ‘We timed it right…the land’s drawing in the wind as it heats up. The sea will be higher for a spell…’

‘The benefits of local knowledge..’ she smiled, teasingly, before she pointed. ‘Does that beach bar serve any breakfast…because, if so, I could do with some?’

‘Yes, but you could have that back at my place,’ he answered, putting a restraining hand to Carole’s arm, his gentle squeeze seeking to persuade her. ‘Come on?’

‘No…I said that you let me get used to the idea…what I’m doing by just being here with you. We’ve only just met, Tom, so don’t rush me.’

She saw him shrug.

‘Sure, it’s your call. But it’s no reason not to live it out…and we see where that takes us.’

♥

They have only just left the beach side café, the cheery voice of the owner bidding them a ‘G’day’ before her iPhone trills. She stops to search for it in her beach bag and smiles an apology at Tom.

‘Let me guess who it is,’ he drawls before giving her some space.

It’s only just gone eight-thirty and the day’s set to be a scorcher It’s as well he’s left the air-con switched on, set on low, in some rooms of the house.

Tom moves to stand at the edge of the path that winds its way through the thick stand of palm trees that line the beach. He turns to look at her as she gracefully sweeps her hair away and presses her phone to her ear. The woman has really wound his clock; the sight of Carole in that bikini and how her bathers shaped her. He’s loved the sight of the soft swell of her tummy and the fleshy tone of her legs have aroused a rush of longing that he’s toiled with ever since he persuaded Carole to come out for a swim. He’s been wondering just how he’s kept his state of arousal in check and kept his bathers from really shaping him. He’d cracked onto the woman from the off and that was before he’d checked just what she had. Somehow, he’d have to talk her into letting go…to have a naughtie and end the barren spell in both of their lives. The woman was so goddamn reserved, even over breakfast, until he’d brushed his fingers over Carole’s thigh as she sat by his side and took in the glorious scene before them.

‘Breakfast here, with you, beats all the others for some time…’

She had understood the significance of his confession, for it also had the effect of tearing away at her restrained ways on being with him and going swimming. Above all else, it had loosened the hold on the past that controlled the present. It had also loosened her tongue. Carole had chattered away, just as she was doing now…to her daughter in law, Sarah.

‘We’re walking back now. Tom and I had some breakfast at that run down beach cabin….yes, it was good…and now we’re walking under the palm trees…yes, it’s a beautiful sight…yes I’ll be fine…there’s so much to see and do…yes, until this afternoon…three o’clock you said.’

She felt mildly irritated at the questioning.

Tom drew near once more. ‘You could spend some time with me. It makes no sense each of us alone in our place….knowing the other’s doing the same.’

He looked at her expectantly.

His deep, gravelly voice has its persuasive tone as she hears it now, deployed on her. Carole follows him along the path under the palms, their trunks casting angled shadows on the sand.

‘Are we swimming again?’ she asks as he stops and turns to look down at the beach

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