The Road to Redemption

by Stephen Morris

  “What about relationship wise, where are we going with this?” Oh dear thought John, here it comes.

  “Well, we are both married and we have a great relationship, we really enjoy sex together and we should continue doing what we are doing,” he tried to parry her.

  “Well I am not happy with this. I need to know where we are going with it.”

  “What can I say?” said John.

  “Well I’m not happy with it,” she repeated, “I’m leaving my husband. He spends all his time in his printing business and is never at home. I want to have children.”

  Oh dear, thought John. He loved the sex with her, but had never thought of leaving Audry for her. In fact apart from the sex, they really didn’t have all that much in common to talk about. All they ever discussed was what new exercises she was doing at the gym and who she was working for as a temp. To him it was just a physical relationship, not a give up everything for it relationship. He had too much to lose. Besides he already had two children and didn’t want any more.

  He could see there was nothing he could say and just sat there looking at her. Time passed. It was probably not all that long, but long enough for Annabel to make her decision. His lack of response was all she needed to know.

  “OK, well that's it isn’t it?” With that she grabbed her handbag and went to the door.

  “I’ll see you around John,” she had said as she left, but he had never did see her again.

  Alice’s comment about bringing other girlfriends to Alfredo’s restaurant had reminded him of Annabel. It had taken John, totally by surprise and reminded him of a past girlfriend. Why was Alice insinuating that he had girlfriends? Was Alice insinuating that she would like to be his girlfriend? For a second he didn’t know what to say.

  “Well I only bring the best ones here,” he finally managed to get out.

  “That was a great night on Saturday,” Alice continued.

  “Especially the part in the kitchen,” countered John, who had decided he needed to be more combative with this woman, to see how she would react.

  “Yes especially the part in the kitchen,” said Alice coming back at him with her soft sexy voice.

  “What about you, do you do this sort of thing often? John probed.

  “ Oh, only with special people I like,“ said Alice

  “ Well then, that means you think I’m special?” John pushed ahead.

  “ Well we will have to see about that,“ said Alice still as calm as a cucumber.

  What was this woman really saying? John’s mind was spinning. Certainly she had kissed him passionately in the kitchen on Saturday night and pressed up against him at the front door as she was leaving. Then she had turned up at his work, unannounced, looking like something out of a vogue magazine and got him to take her to lunch. Now she seemed to be inferring she would like to have an affair with him. But she wasn’t like the others. He had always been in charge with the others. But there was no way he could be in charge with this one.

  He took a big sip of his wine and decided to take a major step forward.

  “Would you like to go somewhere after lunch?”

  Alice hesitated for a moment then said softly, “That would be nice.”

  Where to take her, thought John. I can’t take a beautiful classy woman like this to a hotel, that would be too crass. Suddenly he remembered the Wilson house. It had beautiful views of the river. He had often stood on the balcony and admired them. The owners were overseas and the keys were back at the office. Agents do not hand the keys over until final settlement of the contract. That's where he would take her.

  They chatted on over lunch. But unlike Annabel, Alice could talk about anything, religion, politics, sex, paintings, music, anything. She was on the ball and very well informed. There were only a few customers in the restaurant and Alfredo kept coming to their table, to make sure everything was to their liking and to refill their wine glasses. John was sure Alfredo was being far more attentive than normal. He kept looking at Alice rather than John, as he poured the wine. Neither had dessert, so they sat there chatting, as they finished their wine. By the end of lunch, both were feeling the warmth of two and a half glasses of fine wine each, plus the free liqueur Alfredo insisted on giving them, on the house.

  Alfredo saw them out the door, with a gusto of pleasantries,

  “Come back again and bring lovely lady with you,” he gushed, in his broken English.

  “Thanks,” said Alice and leaned over and gave Alfredo a peck on the cheek. Alfredo went red as a beetroot.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” protested John, as they walked back to his car.

  “I thought your lovely little Italian man deserved it for looking after us so well,” she replied.

  “He only did it so he could look down your blouse,” snapped John.

  “Of course I knew that's what he was doing,” said Alice,

  “I thought I would give him an up close look, to make his day for him.”

  She is so cool and so in control, thought John. She knows exactly what is going on. Nothing seems to faze her. She seems to always be in charge, with natural poise and a quiet air of confidence. It was fascinating but a bit unsettling, for someone who had always been in charge.

  Just then two other local businessmen walked past in the opposite direction and nodded at John. They were two agents from another real estate firm. All agents in an area know each other. John turned to see they were both still looking at him and Alice from behind, smiling. Boy this woman attracts attention, he thought.

  Back at the office John parked in the street just outside the front window and went in to get the keys off Rebecca.

  She looked at him wickedly as she pressed them into his hand.

  “Why are you showing Mrs. Johnson the Wilson property?” she asked cheekily, “hasn’t that already been sold?”

  She knows dam well it has been sold, thought John. Anyway, how does she know I am taking Alice there? Just then he followed Rebecca’s gaze. She could see Alice sitting in his car, through the window behind him. Well he couldn’t get out of it now.

  “I’m showing it to Mrs. Johnson in case the other sale falls through,” he tried to bluff.

  But Rebecca was not going to back off

  “Have fun,” she called out after him, as he left the office.

  He turned and gave her a dirty look.

  It was only five minutes away to the Wilson’s house and John was soon turning into the driveway. Better put the car into the garage, he thought, some of the neighbours might know the Wilson’s are away. Like his home they had C-Bus and with a press of a button on the key ring, they were soon in the garage and walking up through the house.

  He took Alice straight out onto the balcony.

  “Oh yes this is a beautiful view,” she agreed.

  This was the type of home John would like to own one day. It was on a waterfront block with a pool and had a path leading down to a sandy beach and boatshed, by the water. There was a pier stretching out beside the boatshed, with the Wilson’s cruiser moored at the end of it. It lacked a tennis court, but as he had pointed out to a number of potential buyers, there was room for a court, on the large lawn, just below the balcony they were now sitting on.

  Of course the kitchen and bathrooms were a bit dated and the Wilson’s furniture did not help. It was old fashioned, not old enough to be antique but too old to be modern. John had suggested to them that they put their furniture into storage and get professional decorators in, so they would get a better price. But they would not hear of it.

  “This furniture will last forever. Not like that particle board stuff they seem to make everything out of these days,” old man Wilson had said.

  They were self-funded retirees, who had done well financially and were not going to put themselves out for anyone.

  Yes, John could imagine himself living here as he looked at Alice sitting across from him.

  “Champagne?” said John. He knew the Wilson's had a hu
ge cellar under the house and would not miss one bottle.

  “That would be nice,” Alice replied.

  He left her sitting on the balcony as he went down through the house to the cellar. A quick look through the rows of bottles and he selected a one from which there seemed to be plenty of stock. They wouldn’t miss just one. No need to cool it either, the cellar was cooled to a perfect storage temperature.

  By the time he got two glasses and returned to the balcony, Alice had taken off her jacket and hung it over one of the chairs. She definitely did not have on a bra. He could clearly see her lovely breasts and firm nipples, through her grey blouse, as the afternoon sun shone on them. He had not been able to see them when she had her jacket on.

  They sipped their champagne slowly. As they did there was a magic moment. Everything seemed to just stand still. John was aware of a sense of peace and calm all around them. He could hear the hum of locusts in the distance and some birds chirping in a nearby tree. Two beautiful butterflies gently fluttered past the balcony. For that moment time seemed to stand still. They looked at each other. He was sure Alice had felt it too.

  “Let me show you through the house,” said John topping up their champagne.

  All went smoothly until they reached the master bedroom. With champagne glasses in hand they caught each other’s eyes. That's all it took. They moved towards each other. He took her glass with his and put them on the dresser. He turned and she was waiting for him. With his hands on her waist and her’s on his shoulders, they fell into a passionate embrace. It felt just like Saturday night, as their lips pressed together and their tongues searched out each other’s mouth.

  John pulled her towards him, his hands still on her waist, feeling her curves. She clasped both her hands on either side of his head, running her fingers through his hair, as she pressed against him. He moved his hands up and around her back gently caressing her. As he did he lifted her blouse and separated it from her mini skirt. Now he had his hands on her bare skin, feeling from her hips, to her waist, to her upper body, as he took in all of her womanhood. In return, she searched to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. Next, he stood back and lifted her blouse off, as she assisted by raising her arms over her head. He could now see her beautiful breasts in full and her erect nipples. His hands traveled up her front and his mouth down, until like a baby he was giving her pleasure.

  Then he moved back and up into a passionate kiss. He pulled her towards him again so they could both feel their bodies against each other, chest to chest, through his open shirt. Next they moved apart again, as he somewhat awkwardly removed his shirt and pants. She stood watching, casually dropping her dress to the floor, leaving him naked and her wearing only her brief panties. Together again, another passionate kiss, as they stood and embraced each other. They could now fully feel each other’s naked body. She reached down as they kissed, to find he was fully ready for her.

  Next she turned her back on him and put both hands out behind her, gesturing for him to hold them and follow. From behind he could see the shape of her curves and the sides of her ample breasts, as they protruded on either side of her back. This was a major turn on. Still holding both his hands she moved towards the bed, as he willingly followed. She turned as they lay side by side and continued to kiss and explore each other’s bodies. Next John rose to his knees, while she moved over on her back. He started to remove her panties, as she assisted by arching her behind. The panties were still around one ankle, but he could access her now. She was shaved down there.

  “I did it specially for you,” she whispered. Wow what did he have on his hands here?

  Gently he parted her legs, put his hands under her behind and put his mouth down to give her pleasure. He could smell and taste her sex. Soon he knew she was ready for him.

  He moved back up and with a gentle push, they were fully engaged.

  This was very different to making love to Audry. Their bodies seemed to melt into each other. They were totally in tune with each other. It seemed that Alice was very experienced and she certainly knew how to get pleasure. After the missionary position she rolled over on her side and asked to be taken from behind. From here he was able to put his arms right around her, feeling every part of her upper body. She asked him to kiss the back of her neck and shoulders, as he moved in rhythm with her. It felt like he had her whole body in his control. Soon she started to move faster against him, in and out, until she let out a cry of pleasure, and then started to shake, almost as if she was having a fit. This was too much for John and he let go and climaxed with her.

  John had tried this with Audry once but she did not enjoy it. Boring old Audry only liked the missionary position. But with Alice it was nothing like he had ever experienced before.

  Next she lay beside him, as if exhausted for the moment. Her soft but athletic body and smell of her sex enveloped him. He started to drift off into the twilight zone, half awake and half asleep. He did not know how long he had been in this haze, when he felt himself being drawn back into the moment, as she started to play with him. But he could not respond down there.

  “You want more?” said John puzzled.

  “I’m multi orgasmic, I can climax four or five times if I want to.”

  This was definitely something new for John. He had been with quite a few women in his time, but never with one who was multi orgasmic.

  “Get my purse from the balcony will you John?” It was almost an order but he obeyed without question. Back through the house, naked, he snuck onto the balcony so no one would see him. Better take her coat and the champagne bottle in, he thought, crouching, lest one of the neighbours see him.

  Back into the bedroom and he handed Alice her handbag. She looked so beautiful reaching up, lying on her side, with her hair now ruffled, falling across her shoulders. Her beautiful athletic body and olive skin seemed to shine, as a small beam of sunlight crossed the room, through the partially open curtains. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a vibrator. John stared open mouthed.

  “Haven’t you seen a vibrator before?”

  “Well.... yes I have,“ John stumbled his words. In fact he had, but only in pictures in girlie magazines. Who was Alice? What woman carried a vibrator in her handbag?

  “Just twist the knob at the bottom. You know what to do.”

  The vibrator stirred into life with a soft buzzing sound. He lay beside Alice slowly working it in and out. She lay on her side, facing him, with both arms outstretched, with her hands on his shoulders. After a while she asked him to turn up the knob so the vibrator went a little faster. Then a while later she said, “Faster, now faster...... “ Next thing she let out a cry of pleasure, started shuddering and came again. This one seemed to go on even longer than the first one, until finally her body gave out a final shake, and then went limp. She just lay there now and looked at him, almost lovingly and certainly satisfied. He could now take in how beautiful her large eyes were. In the past he had been so busy looking at the rest of her, he hadn’t noticed.

  John couldn’t believe this. What on earth did he have on his hands here? A beautiful multi orgasmic woman. But there was something even more. That moment of peace on the balcony and just then, that soft almost loving look she had given him, when for the first time he had noticed her eyes.

  They lay there for what seemed quite a time. Alice with her eyes closed and John looking at her, studying her as she rested. He realized he didn’t really know much about this beautiful uninhibited, exotic creature, lying naked next to him. She had been in charge of him, right up until their final moments of love making, when she had totally surrendered to him. Sure she was beautiful, knowledgeable and into fitness, but he didn’t know much else about her. Who was she? He had to know more.

  “Tell me Alice, where did you grow up?” he asked gingerly.

  She slowly opened her eyes and answered quite willingly,

  “I grew up in a commune near Nimbin, she said slowly, “My parents were probably what you would call
hippies.”

  “So you didn’t go to school?” pressed John

  “Quite the contrary,” continued Alice. “We had open air classes every day where one of the parents would ask us what we would like to learn each day. Its amazing how quickly you pick up knowledge, when it is what you want to learn, rather than having things pushed down your throat, like they do in the school system. We used to do about four hours a day, then we were free to run around the bush, or do what ever we liked.”

  “What about your parents?” John asked

  “Well, they are still alive if that's what you mean. We left the commune when I was about 10. Dad became a Dr of Philosophy. He’s now a Professor at the University. Mum’s an artist, she’s had a number of successful exhibitions and is quite well known.”

  Well, thought John, this certainly explains her free spirit and lack of inhibitions about sex. With a professor for a father no wonder she was so knowledgeable. There was a lot more he wanted to ask her, but just then he looked at the clock beside the bed. Shit, it was 2 45pm; they had been away from the office for three hours. A sudden feeling of panic set in.