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couldn’t have wished for a better outcome. She seemed happy. No harm done. His cock stiffened in his pants again, stirring along with his thoughts.
    Meanwhile, Eleanor was struggling with her own dilemma, she couldn’t understand it. She had never done such a risky thing in her life. Fucking in public was hazardous enough, but with a virtual stranger, and worse yet, letting others join in. Turning the situation over in her mind while they waited for the cab, she searched the faces of the guards to see if they had witnessed anything. It looks as if everything is okay, she thought, both chatted normally to Matthew until the car arrived.
    Drawing up at her place, she decided not to ask Matthew in, apart from the fact that she felt embarrassed now that the effects of the wine were wearing off, the house was as she had left it earlier when she was getting ready, and enough was enough. He already considered her a slut, no need to make things any worse. As if a few untidy clothes could be any worse. Her face flamed with the prickly heat of regret.
    They exchanged numbers, but she had no intention of calling him, she’d never chased a man in her life and didn’t intend to make an exception for this one. He was old enough to be her father. In an agony of mixed emotion, she got undressed, noting the grass stains on the skin of her arse, the stockings and panties were ruined, but she was hopeful that the blouse and skirt could be salvaged.
    Later, soaking in the bath sipping a nightcap, things didn’t seem quite as dreadful as they had at first. It was Sunday tomorrow; she could stay in bed until late and rethink her behaviour. She dumped the clothes strewn on the bed onto the floor to join the others, took a sleeping pill, and nestled under the quilt.
    The next morning she was woken by the ping of an incoming text. With no idea of the time, she blinked, groggy with sleep at the bright illumination of the tiny screen.
    You were magnificent last night, can I see you today ? said Matthew’s message.
    Instantly alert, she pinged back. Of course .
    So much for playing hard to get, she thought while brushing her teeth, anxiously awaiting his reply with the arrangements.
    They agreed to meet at midday in the park. She dressed carefully in jeans, pumps, a long white shirt, and waistcoat. Her underwear, a lemon coloured bra and matching panties, trimmed with cream lace and embroidered with tiny deep yellow flowers, the delicate, pale pieces looked fresh and feminine after the siren effect of the black that she had worn previously. She approached the bench beside the duck pond, where he sat, with a picnic basket beside him.
    “Hello, want to feed the ducks?” He held out a brown paper bag.
    She took the bag and together they threw handfuls of bread into the water, masses of ducks of various sizes scrambled for the food in a frenzy of splashing.
    “I enjoyed last night,” he said. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” he lied.
    “I can’t believe what we did. It must have been the wine.”
    They walked back to the bench, retrieved the picnic basket, and made their way to the edge of the park where there was a copse of trees. The promise of a warm day had been fulfilled; the trees would provide privacy and welcome shade from the sun, which was now at its height.
    Accompanied by birdsong, and the gentle rustling of the trees, Matthew opened the basket and laid out a rug, he had packed an assortment of food, chilled Champagne and big, fat, juicy strawberries. Eleanor was impressed, she liked resourceful, thoughtful, men. Although this one was different, much older than her usual type, she was drawn to him, and relaxed as she sipped.
    “Let me feed you.” He picked up a lush strawberry.
    She parted her lips. He popped the fruit onto her tongue, and she bit down hard, the ripe berry exploded inside her mouth, leaning forward he touched his lips against hers to share the juice. She felt her cunt grow moist as she allowed him