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Ella was a well-respected member of the parish. She was secretary of the Mother’s Union, treasurer of the church restoration fund, worked in an animal charity shop and stood in all weathers outside the village post office at the cake stall on fundraising days for the local primary school.I was fifty-three at the time and had known Ella as my daughter’s piano teacher for several years. We lost touch a little after Sarah went to university but saw her around the village now and then, doing her fine work for the community. She was a widow in her late sixties whose only child, a boy, had died on his motorcycle in the seventies. Her husband could not bear such a loss and died a year later, leaving Ella alone in the world. Her only other relatives alive were a sister living in Canada and some distant cousins. They rarely contacted her beyond the annual festive card exchange in December.As a woman, and considering these harsh circumstances, she bore her years well, always showed good spirits and kept a presentable appearance. She had clearly never been a beauty and now in later life what had been a firm attractive jawline would have appeared almost vulgar were it not for her jolly smiles and general cheerful disposition. Her other facial features were pleasing enough; a straight nose, soft grey eyes and a widish mouth that looked just about right on her longish face. Her brown hair was luxuriously done up with plenty of body, but no doubt dyed.My marriage to Jan was simmering away on a slow burner barely alight. We got on, lived like friends, had unexceptional sex now and then just to validate our marital status but otherwise lived quite passionless lives. But there were repercussions to this dry existence. The last few occasions we had had sex I noticed my condom was virtually empty. I put this down to me no longer masturbating and infrequent unsatisfactory sex. My prostate was evidently going into hibernation. Nevertheless, I plodded on as I neither wanted a divorce nor was prepared to cheat.Then Jan made me a delicious meal one evening and we shared an expensive bottle of red French wine. I asked her what the occasion was and she came out with it. She no longer wanted to have sex with me. No, she did not want a divorce. She loved me but no longer had physical desires. I was told that men need sex but women, when they mature, can do without it. We would sleep in separate beds and apart from not having şişli escort sex, we would live on as we had been doing. If I had needs I could do more or less as I pleased so long as I was discreet and kept the whole business to myself.I tried not to look devastated but agreed that if this was how she felt, let it be so.I began to look around, but after some weeks realised there was nobody much I could connect with. The years had been quite good to me as I was slim, well toned and my dark hair had just a hint of grey. Some wrinkles had appeared around my eyes when I smiled. But the unhappy years gave me the look of a middle age man disappointed with life, which is exactly what I was.One day in the local supermarket, I was in line behind a woman at the checkout. The contours of her firm legs and shapely bottom through tight fitting slacks captured my interest and I studied her intensely. ‘I need that!’ I thought to myself. Then I got a shock. It was none other than Ella. She left with her shopping and flounced out seeming not to notice me at all. I began to fantasize about sex with Ella. She was oldish, late-sixties I would have thought, but why not? I would never see forty again. On the other hand, she knew Jan and was a churchgoing Christian unlikely to stray from the path of fidelity. Even if she knew about Jan’s gift of making me a free agent she would be unlikely to accept me as a lover. But this, of course, was typical of my negative mindset.I spent some weeks considering and unable to tolerate my weak indecisive nature any longer I took action. One hot summer day I caught a bus to the nearby town and walked into the charity shop where I found Ella polishing a porcelain figurine of a nun.”Peter, hello!” She said with great enthusiasm, putting great emphasis on “hello”. She was dressed very smartly in a navy blue jacket and skirt with a white blouse. I approached her and smiled. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask if she had any Beatles LP’s but I stuck to my guns.”Hello, Ella. It’s been so long. I was just passing, wondered if you want to join me for lunch.”She leaned back from me a little, the smile fading from her face and she looked into my eyes. The Ella that I had known all these years vanished before me and in her place stood a woman I did not altogether recognise. I felt ashamed as her fine grey eyes continued to probe mine intimately.’Those eyes!’ My knees felt weak. Nevertheless, escort şişli I held firm and waited for an answer. At last, she moved her eyes from mine and stowed the little nun figurine away under the counter. An elderly couple walked in and browsed. From a back room, a dumpy little woman with a pudgy face and small beady eyes appeared with an armful of books. “Prue, this is Mr Wilkinson, I used to teach his daughter. We’re just popping out for a lunch. Hold the fort for half an hour will you?” said Ella with calm authority.”But Ethel Parker is coming with her tea set,” she said, bewildered as she lumped the books down on the floor. “She said she would be in after one. Oh dear. And Mr Lucas is expected in to inspect the fire extinguisher. Oh dear. Must you go?””You can deal with it, pet,” said Ella, dismissing these objections she gave me a big warm smile and we walked out of the shop into the busy high street.We found a tea room and as I was about to open the door Ella put her hand on my arm, which felt rather nice.”To tell the truth Peter, I’m not really hungry,” she said. I laughed.”Well, neither am I. It’s you I wanted to see. Lunch was just a setting. Let’s take a walk on the meadow by the river. The weather is so beautiful.” Ella looked delighted and we walked for five minutes which brought us beyond the main centre and a path led us into the vast meadow of long grass flushed with poppies in full bloom. A herd of sheep in the distance grazed on the lush greenery. The sun beat down but gentle gusts of fresh country air kept us cool.”I love this meadow,” said Ella.Impulsively I took hold of her hand and melted inside at the soft warm touch of it.”Oh!” she remarked.”Everything alright?” I asked.”I wasn’t expecting that,” she said, clearing her throat.We were silent for some minutes as we walked and her hand was limp in mine. ‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘this is bad.’ I sensed that she was angry. Sensing rejection I began to loosen my grip and let go.”Ella,” I said.But before I could utter another word I felt her hand grasp at my loosening fingers and squeeze tightly. She walked closer and our shoulders touched so that I could feel the warmth of her. My balls tingled and I felt my dick spring to life and press through my underwear. I had not felt such excitement in years, no, decades! Such bliss, life had returned! We approached the sheep and the herd parted as we walked through mecidiyeköy chattering and laughing. Flies and bees buzzed and swallows darted in the hot summer air. A colourful butterfly landed on Ella’s head for a moment and then fluttered away. And my footsteps felt light in this new paradise walking hand in hand with this new woman in my life.”You surprised me,” said Ella, breathing deeply, her head touched my shoulder, “but I’m glad.” Then we strolled on timelessly in silence.Unconsciously I was walking us towards a thicket at the edge of the meadow.”Where are we going?” asked Ella with amused delight, like a child, her delicate hand, still willingly in mine, making me feel hot and sexy with desire. I glanced now and then to the side and down at her alluring body. “We are going on an adventure. Do you like adventure?” She looked at me and chuckled.”I  love adventure!” she said, speaking with a breathlessness and passion that thrilled the blood in my veins.We reached the thicket and walked inside under the trees and left the path, searching for a secluded comfortable place. At last, we found a cosy clearing thickly protected by trees and bushes. Birds twittered, branches rustled in the breeze and in the distance could be heard rapids from the river.”I suppose it’s not that hospitable,” I said, “but it’s quite private.””Hmmm, so I see,” said Ella, facing me and smiling. Her beautiful flirtatious eyes teased mine, making my dick throb with excitement and desire.”Ella,” I said, deftly putting an arm around to her back and pulling her close. “I’m crazy about you. I always have been. I know it sounds cheesy. But that’s how it is.””Ahhh,” said Ella, seemingly touched by my open confession, “you are a sweet-talking devil.”We embraced tightly and I kissed her cheek, finding my way to her mouth. Her lips were softness itself and the feel of them moving on mine made me dizzy with happiness. My knob was hard as steel and being that this was an exceptionally rare state for me to experience, I was keen to make the most of it. Yet I knew that one wrong move would ruin it all. Still, I fondled her meaty buttocks through the soft skirt.”You’re being very naughty,” whispered Ella with mock reproach.”Is that a complaint?””An observation,” she said. I unfolded her from my arms.”Let’s play a game,” I said mischievously with a wink. “A game? What game? Nothing respectable, I hope.” She stood with folded arms, smiling, inviting me with her eyes to go on.”Did you ever play doctors and nurses when you were a girl?”She laughed, raised her eyebrows and looked at me out of the corners of her eyes with suspicion. “I can see that you did play it.

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