I heard nothing from Greg for two weeks, and had reluctantly come to the conclusion that our encounter was in fact a 'one off', and then he telephoned me at home.
“I wondered if you are free this coming weekend?” he said. I had tentatively agreed to meet up with some friends, but the thought of more time with Greg obviously took priority over that.
“Yes I am,” I replied.
“Excellent. Perhaps I could pick you up at home? That way you don't need to bring a bag to work.”
“Could you tell me what sort of a weekend it is, so that I know what to pack?” I asked.
“It's a small country resort,” he replied “They have a very nice restaurant so perhaps something suitable to wear for dinner, and we can go for some country walks too.”
He didn't say so, but I suspected there would be a fair amount of time spent in bed as well, but I was all for that. It was the perfect excuse to buy some new French lingerie, not that I ever needed an excuse. I'd had my eye on a gorgeous Charnos silk nightdress, so that was on my shopping list too, and I also bought a new dress which would be suitable to wear to dinner. I had given Greg my address and warned him about Chloe just in case they met, and it was agreed that he would call for me at six o'clock Friday evening. I was very excited at the thought of spending more time with Greg – a whole two nights this time. I didn't ask how he was able to get a free weekend in order to meet me, that was his business not mine. No doubt your opinion of me has fallen, but after all, I wasn't the married one.
I packed everything the previous night, left work on time and I was ready and waiting for the door bell to ring, but gave it thirty seconds before answering so that I didn't seem too eager! Greg greeted me with a kiss, picked up my small suitcase and put it in the boot of his car before opening the door for me. I sank into the luxurious soft leather again and prepared to enjoy the weekend. It did cross my mind to wonder if a weekend away on an occasional basis was to be our relationship, or whether I was in fact going to become his mistress and see him regularly. However, I was too smart to ask that question. I was sure I would find out in good time, and meantime I would enjoy the pleasures that going out with a rich and virile man provided.
We drove for about an hour into the countryside. I had no idea where we were going, but eventually, we turned into a dirt road and after about five minutes drew up outside a building which I took to be the main part of the property. Greg had told me that we would be staying in one of the cottages on the estate, but of course we had to sign in first. This Greg did while I waited in the car, wondering if we were 'Mr and Mrs Smith' and giggling to myself at the thought. Then we drove about 100 metres to our unit, a charming cottage furnished in an old-fashioned styling, with a lounge/dining room, a bedroom, small kitchenette and bathroom.
Greg hadn't booked for dinner, but a small supper was provided in the refrigerator, so after unpacking, we opened a bottle of champagne and had our meal of salad and cold meats. With the dishes stacked in the sink, we snuggled up together on the couch and watched some television, although it wasn't too long before our attention was diverted elsewhere. I was thrilled to see that my presence aroused him once again, and indeed he wasn't the only one feeling that way! Before long we walked into the bedroom and began the enjoyable task of undressing each other. Our love-making was just as intense as on the first occasion, and of course this time there was the added bonus that we would be spending two full nights together.
We awoke to a sunny morning and a polite knock on the door to tell us that the breakfast tray had arrived. Greg got out of bed and put on one of the dressing gowns provided before going to the door and returning with a large tray which he placed on the table. I put on the other dressing gown as Greg removed the two plate covers revealing fried eggs, bacon, tomato and sausage. Plenty of toast was provided, and a jug of coffee and milk. We set to immediately – making love can be hungry work, especially the way we did it!
When every last piece of toast and every last drop of coffee was consumed then it was time for a shower. The shower was quite large and the obvious thing to do was shower together and save water! We didn't really achieve this since the act of soaping every inch of a lover's body can be very erotic, and it wasn't long before Greg lifted my body with his powerful arms and lowered me onto his manhood. I put my arms around his neck to assist him in holding me, but he was incredibly strong and didn't seem to have a problem in that regard. It was not long before we both reached another shuddering climax, after which we carefully disengaged and completed our ablutions. That was the first time I had made love in a shower, and I hoped it wouldn't be the last.
After our shower we got dressed. This was the first time Greg had seen me in jeans and boots but we did plan to have a walk around the property and it was a bit muddy, definitely not high heel country! We wandered around hand in hand and I confess I was in seventh heaven just being with Greg. He was the sort of man any woman would give their eye teeth to have, and I confess I never once gave a thought to his wife.
That evening we showered again, (separately this time!). I went first because it always takes women longer to get ready. While Greg showered, I dressed in my new pretty black lingerie and my new dress as we were to have dinner in the restaurant. The owner was a well-known chef and we were promised an exceptional meal. By the time Greg came out of the shower, I was fully dressed and had done my makeup.
He looked at me and drew a deep breath and said “Wow!” What woman doesn't like to hear appreciation like that? I could well have said the same of him as he stood there in all his naked glory. I was very tempted to say “Forget about dinner”, but it was already booked and promised to be something special, and anyway we had all night to be together. It didn't take Greg long to dress, and then hand in hand we walked up to the restaurant.
The chef didn't disappoint. The meal was delicious and I was getting to appreciate 'haute cuisine'. When we had reached coffee, Greg took my hand and looked earnestly at me. He seemed a little nervous which wasn't like him at all.
“I'd like to put a proposal to you.” he started, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Surely he wasn't going to say he wanted to leave his wife for me? I really didn't want to hear that.
“I own a one-bedroom apartment in Sandgate, overlooking the sea. It's currently rented, but the young couple are moving out next week. I wondered if you would be interested in living there?”
As it happened, I did want to leave the apartment I was sharing with Chloe. She was a good friend, but I wanted to make a break with my past and it was still there as long as I was sharing with her. I sensed a problem though.
“It sounds lovely Greg, but I don't think I could afford the rent in an area like Sandgate.”
He smiled “I wasn't going to ask you to pay rent. Call it a non-taxable bonus if you like.”
That really was a surprise. Effectively Greg was asking me to be his mistress, and a rent-free apartment was the equivalent of a 30-40% pay rise. In return for entertaining Greg which I would have gladly done for nothing, I would have a new place to live. How could I refuse?
“That's very generous of you Greg. I did want to move to a new apartment and it sounds perfect.”
“Good! That's settled then. We'll go and see it next week. I'll get it thoroughly cleaned before you move in of course, and it's fully furnished, but you may want to add some things of your own.”
This was more than I could have imagined or wished for. Rich and powerful men have had mistresses from time immemorial. I suppose it originated from the times when marriages were arranged as alliances between powerful families, to preserve or gain fortunes. While the couple 'did the right thing' and produced some heirs, the men would often seek partners of their own choosing to whom they were attracted. Their wives usually knew but chose to ignore what was going on, and they of course were not allowed to choose lovers for themselves. I wondered about Greg's wife. Did she know about his mistresses (I didn't think for a moment I was the first)? If so, she must chose to turn a blind eye.
After we finished our dinner, we walked back to the unit. I had a surprise for Greg. I undressed and went into the bathroom to remove my make-up, and when I re-appeared I was wearing my new Charnos silk nightgown in a deep plum colour.
Greg whistled softly. “My God, you're beautiful.” he murmured. He took me in his arms and we kissed deeply. In no time we were in bed together and making long slow love. I admit I wished the night would last for ever. Greg was a magnificent lover, strong and dominant but also gentle and thoughtful. I was in seventh heaven.
We had a late check-out the next morning for which we were both grateful. The previous night I had tested the limits of Greg's stamina and was pleased when eventually it was I who had to call 'Enough!' As a result we slept late, not waking until the discreet knock on the door to announce the delivery of breakfast. After breakfast we could not resist the last chance to make love before we had to shower, dress and leave the room.
Greg dropped me off at my apartment and we had one final lingering kiss before he drove home. Nothing had been said but I presumed that his wife and children were away for the weekend.
Towards the end of the following week, Greg drove me to Sandgate so that I could view his apartment. It was located on the first floor of a small block of four, and looked out over the sea. The furniture was modern and the young couple who had just vacated it had obviously taken care of the apartment and its contents, so I imagined little needed to be done to make it ready for me to move in. I had spoken to Chloe about my intention to move out, and to my relief she was not offended. I think she understood my desire to draw a line under my previous life when I worked at the parlour. They had a new transgendered girl working there now and she was looking for somewhere to live, so it all worked out well for everyone concerned. I said to Chloe that I hoped we would remain friends. She was a really nice person, but her lifestyle was not mine.
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