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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Waiting to collect the part I'd ordered I recognised a voice I hadn't heard for a couple of years. One of those voices which just seemed to be permanently happy, making everyone around happy too.
Ana was a neighbour who had moved back to France 5 years ago. My wife and I had written and sent cards but over time we'd lost touch.
Now here she was, as gorgeous as ever. Smiling and hugging me.
I quickly learnt that, like me, she had divorced and was also facing a day of minor diy and repairs.
We chatted about our kids, about the days they'd all played together. It was great to see an old friend. I should not have been thinking that she was gorgeous and apparently single... but I was.
I learnt that she was living a few miles away and that her kids were with her ex for the weekend, so it seemed rude to refuse when she offered me a coffee back at hers.
I loaded her bike into the back of my car as she sat in my passenger seat. As I Sat next to here I became aware of how beautiful she smelt. I clumsily mentioned this to her, partly to cover my embarrassment that my jeans were dirty and wet from my mini flood. I had come straight out without showering.
She looked and smelt just perfect. I did not.
Maybe to make me feel better, she laughed and touched my knee, telling me I looked manly and that was fine. As I drove, her hand returned to my knee several times eventually just resting their as we chatted.
I returned the favour but could not tell if she meant anything or was just being friendly.
All to soon, we arrived at her new house. She asked me to take her bike to the side gate, while she went through the house to unlock and let me in to the garden. I used this time to rearrange myself, hoping that she had not noticed my erection in to car.
"Just leave it against the house and come here", she said. "It's so good to see you again". We hugged for a second time and there was no disguising how pleased I was to see her now. I know that she'd noticed, but she said nothing.
Instead she continued holding me close to her and gave me a gentle kiss, with the softest lips ever to touch mine.
Almost as gently, I put my hands to her face and returned the kiss. This time with a little more passion as we both lingered and lightly opened our mouths.
After perhaps a minute, we broke off. Both breathless but smiling. She offered me a coffee and, rather shyly, started telling me about her house and kitchen.
"I hope I haven't..."
"No, no", she cut me off. "I never kiss someone if I don't want to. Bring your coffee, I'll give you a full tour of the house".
She led me through her beautiful home, telling me about plans she had, taking me by the hand as we climbed the stairs
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Maybe I should give her a call anyway 