Chapter 1

It was the sort of early summer’s evening in Ventnor that would make even taking the dog for a walk seem magically romantic.

I ‘d told Margo that our dinner-date was to to celebrate my returning home from graduation; but another motive was at play.

Over the months, I’d groomed her on the phone with suggestive talk. I wanted her to feel I was the man she deserved; the man she could give herself to. But I knew I still had some way to go.

The evening began prim and proper enough, with the two of us getting into my car, smartly dress for the occasion. We were dining at an elegant small restaurant, a bit out of town; a twenty minute drive.

For Margo, it was the first time in ages that she had been driven anywhere romantic in the evening so getting herself ready, had been almost a novelty. But she emerged looking elegantly slim and sexy; still with her figure that tuned me on as a teenster.

As I drove, I stole a glance at her and felt my nuts pull. For so long I’d wanted to make her mine; even as a youth I’d fancied her rotten, yet at nearly fifty she was still delicious. She had recently divorced my father, that crud of a man. She was now emotionally vulnerable to me; needing me to steady things for her; and tonight I wanted to take full advantage of that.

We arrived on time and was shown to the Table for Two that I’d booked. The place was pleasingly busy and there was soft gentle jazz floating across a very small dance area.

“Why Jason! It’s such a lovely place! All those years; and your father never once brought me here?”

My arm went onto her bare arm, “I’ll be making that up to you tonight Margo; youll see darling.”

Mother looked at me oddly, then said, “I like you using my name Jason, it sounds so nice from you; your father made it sound old – but from you it sounds young?”

“Margo – Margo.” I cooed.

She blushed and laughed.

The venue was cosy, intimate and rather expensive but when you wanted to impress a lady, this was the place to come. I guess it was a mistress my father reserved this place for? Yet I was pleased; because it made it special for Margot and me.

The menu’s were given and we chatted over what to order.

Then sweet music was being played, I asked Margo to to dance, “I’d love to Jason!”

I took her hand and led her onto the small dance area and taking her into my arms, I was surprised at how nicely head rested on my shoulder, and for the first time I noticed an alluring grey-hair streak at her temple.

Before long we were smooching closely for the first time. To feel her body intimately against my own was so sensually arrousing. Could she be feeling the same?

The music reached an interval and we returned hand in hand to sit at our small candle-lit dinner-table. The waiter replenished our wine glasses and our eyes held each others as we talked of fond memories.

Margo reminisced how in the past she knew I’d deliberately entered her bedroom while she’d been undressed. She’d felt pretty flustered at the time; because being starved of sex in the lead-up to their divorce; and she hadn’t actually stopped me doing it!

You see, Margo not only needed the attention - she needed what II could do for her.

Then, as now, it was her pointy breast on her slender frame and the slide of her hips that ran into those long slender legs; and a face that tantalised me.

“It wasn’t a crush Margo; I’ve never grown out of my desire for you!”.

Her eye’s had widened before she’d drained her glass of wine!

Her face flushed as she stared at the candle, rather than look at me.

I could see she felt nervously excited so I continued to work on her.

“Look at these people around us ; they have no idea who we are.

They just see a guy with a sexy female; a guy who’s hoping to get lucky tonight!”

She squealed in surprise, her eyes now catching my own. “Jason! What are you saying!”

She giggled while staring at me through her carefully painted eye lashes.

“Well, will I get lucky tonight?” I asked playfully.

She giggled again and leaned in to me; her eyes dancing, “You’re outrageous Jason!”

Yes I was, but I could see she was excited.

The jazz-quartet began playing again, so I rose and led her onto the small floor; now we danced far more intimately than we had at the start of our evening...

When we returned home, Margo went into her room; I hung back, not wanting to rush things but after a while I joined her. She looked up from where she sat at her vanity mirror.

Approaching her from behind, her Jade eyes watched me; a nervous smile on her full red lips. I stood behind her, staring back through the mirror at her questioning gaze. I brought my hands up to lay upon her slender shoulders; the straps of her brassiere contrasting with the smooth creamy skin.

Slowly my warm moist lips went to the nape of her neck, her skin feeling cool. I kissed her very lightly yet felt her quiver. Her aroma was as I remembered, that lingering perfume mixed with her expensive organic bath soap. It had excited me then; just as it did now.

I pressed my cheek gently against hers, my eyes again capturing hers in the mirror. She looked vulnerable, uncertain and a little dizzy with wine.

She watched me as my eyes moved to her full breasts and she blushed with pride. The black lace bra giving just a hint of the darker shade of her nipples. The flesh pressed together between those two points into a pale cleavage.

My hands slid smoothly down her shoulders; almost to her elbows. I felt her shiver again; goose bumps rising upon her flesh, as my hands moved in and up. A gasp escaped her as I grasped both breasts, squeezing them roughly until that delicious valley was an obscene canyon.

Again I kissed her neck, her head turning away to arch it toward me,

“Oh ... Jason ... No darling ... you mus’ent do that.”

When I looked up at her face I saw that she had her eyes tightly closed, her mouth open as her chest rose and fell within my arms. In my hands I felt the nipples rise, poking me through the fabric of her undergarment.

The lips were moving but nothing came out for several seconds, and when it did, it was but a whisper,

“ ... please please Jason stop...!”

But there was no resistance within her as my hands spread her knees apart.

My paws groped the soft nylon covered flesh of her inside thighs and felt her knees spread a few centimetres further!

I did not disappoint her; slipping one hand deep into the valley of her thighs; cupping the covered flesh of her sex.

Margot gasped, then clamped her thighs shut, trapping my one hand against her groin.

I spoke firmly into her ear,