Once Upon a Valley
Copyright© 2025 by Dick Conrad
Chapter 3
Val so wanted just to be herself with people; like her brother Don who was so self-assured in what he felt and said.
She had also sensed Don’s admiration for her.
Now she realised her own longing for him!
On an impulse she found Don’s telephone number.
On hearing his voice her business-like manner evaporated.
Val began sheepishly, saying she didn’t really know why she’d rung.
Don said he’d found himself doing that at times so he new just how it felt.
Then relaxed by his attitude Val said that, as Max was in Belgium for a week and the weather was so fine, he might fancy an afternoon at the pool with her?
Don & Val
I’d been curiously excited at Valerie’s sudden invitation to spend time with her at the pool. Up till now things between them had been held at a professsional business level, even those there was a spark of romance between them. Had she twigged I fancied her madly or was it something platonic?
She wasn’t to know I had a fetish over older woman like herself.
Some normal people do simply socialise I thought as I pulled into the drive.
It was already a warm and sunny day.
Val upstaged the glinting pool by greeting me with a kiss in her swim costume.
My libido received a blast. “So this is how the jet set do things when their at play!” I grinned.
“Well don’t just stand there man”, Val was cooing, “get into those swim trunks and shake us a cocktail!”
So getting into my bathers without any false modesty to nudity, Val grinned wryly, “I can see your bar work will need some homework!”
We set up our place in the sun and Val said she was cooking us a shepherd’s pie for lunch.
I laughed and told her it had been a favourite of mine since childhood.
“Oh, so that’s what you feed a lad on to get a hunky guy!” she twinkled.
I asked her about Max’s trip to Belgium. Val said it was all about common market regulations.
Max had joked he was going there to shred as much red tape as possible.
It was the part of his work he loathed.
He much preferred being on his home patch; where he could get his own way with people.
I took hold of the conversation saying casually with a grin, “Does he get his own way much with you then Val?”
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