Between The Lines

The email came out of the blue. We hadn't spoken or sent messages or emailed or acknowledged each other's existence in over fifteen years. My ex had obviously thought there was a need to let me know she had been diagnosed with the big ?C?.I guess I felt sorry for her and so I responded. We entered, into what turned out to be, a fun and exciting email exchange in which I told her I was happily married and she told me all about her evenings at a certain pub where she still met locals for sex.* At her age, sixty-five, she was still swinging, so-to-speak. I guess if we were still together, I would be too. But we weren?t and she lived all of eighty miles away.The pub was the good old Lamb and Flag; a small pub, with a back room that had always catered for connoisseurs of the sexual fraternity. A place to meet other like-minded people, set up years ago by a couple that actually became friends of ours for a while. I wondered if they were still in residence as well.She sent me a picture of herself, fully clothed, with her friend Melissa. I thought nothing of it but noticed Jenny?s lack of hair and somewhat older and worn features. She had lost her smile, but then, wouldn?t you under the circumstances. I surmised, at the time, that Melissa had probably delved between Jenny?s thighs on more than a few occasions.I didn?t get the impression they were a couple though. It wouldn?t have surprised me in the slightest because while Jenny loved cock, she was a closet lesbian at heart; a part of her that I absolutely loved. There were other parts that were not so endearing.We seemed to be getting etlik escort on quite well, and when she told me that they met every first Friday of the month, well, I had two weeks to make arrangements and surprise her; despite being told in one email that I shouldn?t bother to come anywhere near the Lamb and Flag ? that it wouldn?t suit me anymore. Something in her emails told a different story.ooOooI walked into the Lamb and Flag and took my time looking around; slowly making my way towards the back room and bumping into people that were casually chatting and eyeing each other up; some were positively drooling and others, licking their lips in expectation. You could see it written all over their faces. I saw Jenny from a distance but decided to play it cool. I didn't rush up to her, grab her from behind and shout guess who? Though I admit, I would have liked to have done that. She was sporting blonde hair, a total contrast to her normal russet coloured hair. It was obviously a wig; a fallout as it were of the chemotherapy she had obviously undergone. Even though I knew she was in the clear, I needed to be sympathetic about the whole subject.She caught my eye and immediately turned away from me and started to whisper into someone's ear. She shook her head. Raised her hand in the air as if to say what the fuck! I guessed from her body language that I was not all that welcome. Anyway, I sidled up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.Yep, the slow turn around to look at me confirmed that she seemed surprised or even upset*to see me, but we*chatted nonetheless. keçiören escort She was polite at least, introducing me to her friend, Melissa, and a much younger guy that they were talking too. I wondered whether the guy was attached to Melissa, but never bothered asking. He seemed a little too young for them, certainly too young for Jenny. I started imagining all sorts of things as we all chatted especially how Jenny would act if she were to get this chap naked as she crawled between his legs, mounting him, and aiming his cock into her wet snatch, before sinking down on it. I could see her lascivious smile without being present.Loads of memories came flooding back to me. Of our time together, of her with her female friends, of the couples we fucked and of the time she convinced me to try out her favourite pastime with one of my own.I must admit, talking to her so casually after so many years made me want her. I didn't know what was going on inside her head but her outward expression was hiding some form of need or want in her. Her friend, Melissa, seemed playful enough; often taking the time to brush her breast against my arm as she leaned over the bar to pay for her drinks.It was a while before Jenny*and I found ourselves alone which resulted in the inevitable snide remarks about why I was in her pub. I told her I was invited, causing her to ask exactly who had invited me. She didn't like the answer. Her oral language seemed at odds with her body language. I caught her glancing down at my groin in the bar?s mirror when I ordered a drink for kızılay escort both of us. It was a sly look, with a grin on her face that suggested she was turned on by the thought. Yet her words suggested that I shouldn?t be there. I could sense that my presence was curtailing her fun; her ability to mingle and chat to potential playmates, to find new sexy friends.We ended up chatting about the old times, me, her, this pub, the people we met here. Not that I bumped into any of them on the night and she informed me that the couple that set it all up had given up swinging a long time ago. Time changes people so much.* Even though our conversation was a little constrained, I could sense there was always something on her mind. Something unsaid that needed to be said.We parted briefly, she chatted to a local couple, and I eventually ended up heading for the loo; the drink taking its toll on my aging bladder.I was pissing up against the urinals when the door creaked open. I half-heartedly glanced over my shoulder, as you do, and was surprised to see Jenny clip-clop her way to the washbasins. She leaned against them, placing her hands to each side while letting me finish.?I just want to clear something up,? she blurted out.?Like what?? I retorted, not bothering to look around.?A misunderstanding; I never wanted you to come here, just saying that's all.?I wriggled my cock to get the drips off and was about to stuff it back into my trousers. I listened hard at her crackling voice without even looking at her. She spoke in paused and broken sentences; uncertainty seeped through to my senses.?That?s not as I remembered it.? I smiled, more for my own benefit than for hers. I started to play with my cock; rubbing it and making it stiff and erect. Memories filled my thoughts of how she liked it.?It?s not my fault you?re here. Your arrogance took my words the wrong way.?