Ghost Read Free

happened and they left him hollow, sometimes even guilty and detesting himself for succumbing to temptation.
    Lucinda, beautiful Lucinda… married Lucinda, this Lucinda sitting so close to him and writing a new chapter in his book.
    “So, show me round your little love nest” she said and got up from the sofa.
    “Well it’s a one bedroom apartment so that won’t take long and you’ve seen my not so spacious open plan lounge and kitchen, that just leaves the balcony and the bedroom”
    “Oh excellent! Let’s do the balcony first then shall we?”
    Page opened the sliding door and they both stepped out on to the tiny balcony. She slipped her shoes off and nestled into him. Though amazed at the speed of proceedings, to Page it felt just… right. “So, if you stand on tiptoe or put your shoes back on you can just about see Parliament over there, and the Tate, is just there too. Have you ever been?”
    “Nope, never. You have I suppose?”
    “The Tate is one of my favourite places in London. I went in one day intending to spend a few minutes just to say I’d seen it and ended up wandering around for hours… I go back as often as I can now, the Tate is my little haven in the midst of the madness… the Pre-Raphaelites are just breath-taking.”
    “My goodness, I’m impressed, hidden depths indeed!”
    “People think they know me because I’ve gained some notoriety but they know nothing of my life or what I’ve been through or who I am as a person.”
    “Sorry, did I hit raw nerve?”
    “No, of course not, it’s just… this is all quite sudden. I’ve no idea what you think of me or why you’re here, though I’m glad you are...” He glanced her way and his stomach knotted in excitement, “God, I need another drink!”
    “Well, get me one and bring it through to the bedroom” she said as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
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    Lucinda lay on his bed and as Page walked into the bedroom she flicked through his IPod searching for something to play. She had quite remarkably settled on the Bay City Rollers. He handed her the glass and lay down beside her. As she moved towards him, her skirt rose up revealing her tanned thigh, Page put his hand on her flawless skin and began to stroke gently. He pulled her towards him and placed his lips on hers and kissed them softly. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her neck whilst his hand continued to glide along the soft skin of her smooth leg. “You are so beautiful” he whispered, “but there’s more to you than that, there’s something deeper…”
    “I’m more like you than you might imagine.” Now relaxed and sleepy Lucinda yawned.
    “I can’t imagine you being like me in any way at all, care to elaborate?”
    “Next time” she replied.
    “Okay” said Page, not for one moment doubting that there would be another time and quite content to give her whatever time and space she needed to tell her story. He congratulated himself as, by all accounts, Page was the perfect gentleman tonight, and he hadn’t made a wrong move at all.
    “ First time for everything” said the voice.
    Lucinda reached across and pulled Page into her “I’m not taking off either my clothes or yours, but I want you to hold me… and touch me. Please”
    Page kissed her. Gently he traced the outline of her lips with his tongue and softly bit her lower lip. Breathing harder now, Lucinda reached down and felt him stiffen at her touch.
    Page’s hand slid along her thigh. She moaned gently as his hand moved up onto her ass, realising she wore a thong, Page squeezed her buttock firmly as Lucinda’s tongue went deeper into his mouth. With the tips of his fingers he traced a line from the small of her back, around her firm buttock and then between her legs. Her pants were mesh and he fondled her growing wetness. He was incredibly turned on by her touch and her response to him.
    His finger gave the most gentle of strokes and he kissed her harder. Her thighs