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First Dates are Kissing Dates are Kissing Dates 4
By Frances Penwiddy
Murmuring with Starlings
Copyright © Frances Penwiddy 2016
Murmuring with Starlings contains material of an adult nature and is not
suitable as reading material for minors.
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead
is coincidental.
The second date begins and Emma has a difficult time with her muse, aka
Miss Subconscious or Miss SC who isn't bound by behaviour protocols.
4
By the following Wednesday lunchtime I had the web design finished and
the whole afternoon to get ready for my date. I had a long bath, and
spent an hour on my hair still pondering on how to play the date, should
I stop at heavy petting or go on. I couldn't make a decision so I pushed
it aside telling myself to let the events of the evening take their
natural course and then started on my makeup. As soon as I sat at the
dressing table, the debate on the likely events of the evening were taken
over by my subconscious mind and I went for a sultry look with dark
eyeshadow and deep red lipstick and without even being fully aware of
what I was doing, I had selected my black basque and lacy bikini, almost
a thong, knickers and seamed black nylons and a scoop necked red dress
with a straight skirt and black patent stilettoes. When I stood in front
of the mirror I realised that if I was undecided my subconscious wasn't,
the clothes clearly stated how the evening was to go and Miss
Subconscious was determined to have me sexually penetrated as Samantha
had put it.
I had a problem with the dress which was a wool and silk mix and was
tending to snag a little, it wasn't comfortable covering the basque and
the suspender bumps were a little too obvious. I returned to my lingerie
drawer and took out a black silk slip and rather than take the dress off
I unzipped it down to the belt, wriggle out of the shoulders and then
eased the black lace slip over my hair and tucked it into the waist of
the dress and stooped down to lift the skirt and pull the hem of the slip
down before straightening up and putting the top half of the dress back
into place and zipping it up. It was just as well I went to aerobic and
gymnastic classes every week and I was able to bend, stoop, stretch and
wriggle enough to complete the mission. The slip took longer to put on
than it did to get the seams straight on the stockings but when I checked
in the mirror, I was perfect and the silk of my slip enabled the dress to
move enough to make it look as if it was taunting somebody to take it off
and that somebody was going to be here very soon and I had just enough
time to get my jewellery on.
In fact I was still trying to get the second earring in when the doorbell
rang and checking to make sure it was John, I buzzed the street door and
heard it open and John's footsteps approach my flat door. There was a
quiet knock and I was still fiddling with the earring with one hand as I
opened the door with the other and stepped back, won the battle with the
earring and said, "Sorry, I'm running a bit late."
He stood silently for a few seconds and then said, "Looking like you do,
you can have all the time you want, I can refuse you nothing and he held
out a large bouquet of red roses framed by olive green feathery ferns,
"Oh, John, they're beautiful!"
"The red is a perfect match for your lips. We have time, would you like
to put them in water?" Hugging the flowers I walked through the sitting
room to the kitchen and he helped me to crush the stems and place them
into the largest vase I had and then I carried them into the sitting room
and placed them on a marble coffee table in the centre and I stood back,
"They really are lovely, thank you and I kissed him lightly and managed
to keep my lipstick on me and not him or the dazzling white shirt he was
wearing under a dark grey, definitely Saville Row suit. He took my hands
in his and stepped back and looked at me slowly letting his eyes travel
from my shoes up to my hair, "Beautiful, no more than beautiful;
exciting, a goddess pretending to be mortal, Aphrodite."
I bobbed a small curtsy. "I love your way of delivering a compliment
because I realise you are a man who would only speak the truth so you
must be my Adonis. Would you like a drink before we go out?"
He chuckled and bowed his head a little to acknowledge my curtsy. "A very
small Scotch and soda and I will be content to just stand here all night
admiring you."
"Show him our bedroom," whispered my subconscious but I ignored her and
went to the sideboard and poured his scotch and a third of a glass of
white wine for myself. "Sit down, John," I invited, nodding at the
smaller of my settees, "That's the way, comfortably close and near enough
for him to throw himself on you," said Miss Subconscious but I continued
to ignore her and sat in the opposite corner with perhaps two feet
between us, "Where are we going?"
"There's three films in town, Love story, Star Trek or the Perils of
Pauline," he answered with a twinkle in his eyes.
"I'll leave the choice to you," I replied with a challenging smile, "Or
we can walk along the river to the Horse and Barge, sit there for a half
hour and make our selection or would you prefer going out to dinner."
"Supper would be better, after the film."
"We'll do all four, walk along the river, pop into the pub, choose a film
and I have salad and a lobster in the fridge and it will only take ten
minutes to serve it up, so we can have supper here."
"Brilliant," said Miss SC.
"That sounds delightful, yes, we'll do that."
"You don't have George waiting outside do you?"
"No, he went off but I can probably get him back?"
"No, it's only a short walk and I don't trust him with my lipstick."
John laughed. "He'd love the colour you're wearing now and it might be an
idea to bring a light coat or jacket, it will be a little chilly later."
I finished my wine and stood up, "I'll get my coat and bag, would you
like to borrow one of my scarves, I have a woollen one that's fairly
androgynous and a woolly hat to match but that has a fluffy bobble?"
He laughed and shook his head as he stood. "I'll risk it how I am and if
I feel cold when we walk back you can cuddle me."
I came back with the coat over my arm and he took it and slipped it over
my shoulder and we linked arms and started off towards the river.
"You're flat is beautifully designed, comfortable but still elegant, a
clever mixture of old and new, did you design it or use a professional?"
"I had a painter come in and redecorate the walls and I just picked the
colours and spent a week thinking about the soft furnishings but the rest
was just piecemeal, not planned at all. I love browsing in antique shops
and most of my pieces were just things I liked when I saw them and I put
it together a little at a time. A mixture of pieces that looked nice and
others that were functional but blended with everything else. The Queen
Anne dresser is my favourite and the dining set which you haven't seen is
second and I usually have them in mind when I buy other pieces which are
usually irresistible bargains I spotted in shops and even car boot sales.
It's a good way of doing the job because if something is damaged it can
be replaced easily without upsetting the overall look. The curtains and
carpets I bought at a discount from one of my customers, a soft
furnishings group who let me have them at cost, it's a way of enjoying a
luxury lifestyle at knock down prices. Sometimes I think about starting
another business and troll the antique shops and car boots buying stuff,
cleaning it up and taking pictures of room settings with the furniture
included to show what can be done. I do have a couple of web pages
already made up and I think it would work."
We turned onto the river bank. "Why don't you do it?"
"I like what I do now, designing web sites and it keeps me very busy but
one day perhaps - we'll see."
"I've never walked along this section of the river before, it's very
pleasant, very peaceful for somewhere so close to the town centre."
"I come here a lot, it's lovely and almost next door to where I live."
We walked past a house and a row of large cottage styled bungalows and
came to the pub and went in.
We nearly missed the film, I had seen Love Story twice before and had
cried at the end on both occasions even though I knew what was coming the
second time, so I knew I was at high risk of crying again if I asked John
to take me there. If I asked to see the Perils of Pauline John would pay
too much attention to the film and forget that he was with me and I
wasn't really in to Star Trek films. I had nothing against Sci-Fi but I
much preferred the films that were about things that might happen in the
very near future, not about the distant future. I preferred films that
were possible rather than improbable and I enjoyed ET for that reason. I
sipped at my wine and John made up my mind for me, "I think you would
enjoy Love Story but if we're to see it we had better make a move."
"You won't like that, it's a romantic tragedy, I'm sure you'd prefer Star
Trek."
He smiled, "It's a chick flick and you think I'd get bored and fidget
about."
"No, well yes, it's that men don't really enjoy those type of films, they
prefer action films, films where there's loads of fights, blood and
explosions."
"I've seen Brief Encounter and I enjoyed that."
I looked at him to see if he was just being kind. "You want to take me to
see it?"
"Yes, and if you cry I can comfort you."
"Okay and I'll do the same for you provided you don't try to hide it."
He smiled as he stood up and took my coat ready to slip onto my shoulders
and away we went, his arm around my shoulders and mine around his waist,
I was going to enjoy the film more than ever this time, I would have a
shoulder to cry on.
I must have enjoyed it because he had offered his hanky when the film had
only been running a few minutes. I had involuntary raised my fingers and
wiped my eyes because the film had gone out of focus and his hand had
touched mine and there was his clean, folded hanky waiting for me. I
touched it to my eyes and looked down at it and there were two barely
damp patches.
By the time we left the cinema the hanky was saturated my eyes blurred
and I would have fallen down the steps had it not been for his support.
I scrunched the hanky up and slipped it into my bag. As quickly as I had
done so his hand appeared in front of me with another clean, folded
hanky, "I brought a spare," he whispered and I pulled away from him,
threw my arms around his neck and kissed him and pressed myself in as
close as I could. I had moved so suddenly that the couple walking behind
bumped into us and the man said "Sorry," and the woman said, "He's
comforting her, didn't you hear her inside the cinema?"
I broke the kiss and released John. "What did she mean by that?"
"You were sobbing quite a bit."
"How loudly?"
"Not too loud, they were in the seats behind."
"Oh-my-God!" I took a hold of his arm and pulled him, "Come on quickly
before we're spotted by one of the staff, I'll be banned from going in
there again," and I forced him to increase our pace until we were a
hundred yards from the cinema and only then did I slow down, "We'll be
okay now. How bad was I, really, could everybody hear me?"
He smiled, "It wouldn't have mattered there were one or two others having
a sob and blowing their noses and there were hankies fluttering all over
the cinema."
"It was probably me that set them off."
"You were the first."
"It was the gentle banter between them, the love that was blossoming and
their not knowing what lay ahead."
He chuckled. "I must admit, my eyes felt a little moist towards the end."
We continued our walk stopping occasionally to look at the meadow in the
late sunset and listen to the blackbird serenade us. "I've recorded him
on my phone," I pointed, "He's up there, on top of the ash tree but he
has a nest and a wife over there deep inside the shrubbery under the oak.
Sometimes when I'm out here during the day, I play the recording and most
times he flies to the ash and starts singing back, he can't recognise his
own voice and thinks it's somebody trying to move into his territory."
"How do you know it's a boy and not a girl?"
"Boys are black and the girls are brown and it's always a boy first thing
in the morning and last thing at night."
"Are you a twitcher?"
"No, I just like to listen to them but I admit that if I see a strange
bird, a type I've not noticed before I always look it up in my bird books
or on the Net. I've spotted nightingales and heard them, but there is
one who lives locally, he'll be out singing later. I've also seen a
peregrine falcon and a goshawk, fieldfare and even a tree creeper. It's
lovely here, just sitting on the grass and watching them, listening to
them sing or have a chat like the sparrows and chaffinches. They have
quite busy union meetings sometimes in the evening and everybody shouts
at the same time and one evening I had been indoors working all day and I
came out here to get some fresh air and saw a starling murmuration, it
was an incredible sight, thousands of them diving and swooping together
and making really complex patterns. I puzzle over how they do it without
bumping in to each other because they're flying very close and are so
good at following the leader's movements."
We continued to the flat and went in. "Make yourself comfortable..."
"Clever move, so subtle. Pour some wine and go and sit with him but let
him make the first move or he might think you're a slapper. Just
encourage him a little, let your leg brush his as you sit and lean
forward a little, give him a chance to see a little cleavage."
"Shut up bitch or you'll be seeing a bit of your own cleavage from throat
to crotch."
"No, leave the kinky stuff until you've got to know him a little better."
"I'm sorry," John said, "I didn't catch that."
"I didn't say anything. Oh, perhaps I did, just talking to myself, I do
it a lot especially when I'm working. You sit down and I'll get supper
ready, would you like a glass of wine, it's only plonk, but we're having
a good white with supper."
"I'll help you get the supper ready." He followed me into the kitchen and
looked around, "It's a large kitchen for a flat, well fitted out as well
you obviously enjoy cooking."
"I do, it's the artist in me, it has to have an appetizing aroma, look
like a master's still life and taste like it was prepared in the kitchens
of the gods. There's no cooking involved tonight, it was done earlier,
just the lobster and potatoes but the salad dishes look colourful and as
for the taste, you will have to be the judge yourself." I poured a glass
and a half of wine and handed him the larger of the two, "The white for
supper is in the fridge, the left side and you can open it for me if you
would and take the dishes of salad into the dining room, I'll just get
the lobster ready and finish the salad dressing and then we can eat."
"I can see the fridge but where's the dining room?"
"Oh yes, you've not seen all the flat yet, it's behind that door and the
loo is off the hall. Give me a minute and I'll show you."
"Don't worry, I'll find it when I need it but where do I wash my hands
before handling the salad?"
I smiled, "There's hand basins in the loo and the bathroom next to it.
You'd best use the white soap if you use the pink you'll smell lovely but
I'd hate the competition. You can use the sink over there if you wish
but there's only paper towels."
"You missed a chance there, you should have told him he could dry his
hands on the bodice of your dress."
"This is your last warning now hoppit and stop listening in."
Who's going to win this one, Miss SC or Emma. Chapter 5 is where the
answer rests or becomes hyper active...we shall see.
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