Jeremy is outside in his front garden when a young woman who lives a few houses further on passes by. He’s noticed her before. Maybe that’s the reason he is out there, hoping she passes. The young woman, a recent mother, comes into sight but now she is crying. Something has happened. He invites her inside and there he finds out her name is Lisa, and she is to be evicted for rent arrears.
Jeremy makes her an offer, a loan, but how can she possibly repay it.
A sensitive romance between an older man and a much younger woman. Daddy and little? Who knows, read and find out.
Another steamy romance by Sadie Stern.
An Excerpt;
True to her word, Lisa was back within 20 minutes. She had a large file with her and to my surprise she had changed into a short black dress. She had bare legs and I hope she realised the risk of bending over! Then again, after her recent rather indecent offer I did wonder if it would bother her too much.
‘I thought I ought to put on my glad rags, do you entertain a lot?’ She asked.
‘Dinner parties every week. I’m surprised you haven’t heard the riotous behaviour as my guests leave.’ I smiled. ‘I wish! I imagine tonight won’t be a tee shirt and jeans event?’ I answered.
‘Your house Jeremy, you decide, if you prefer, I can go back and change into casual clothes?’ I didn’t believe her for a minute, but I didn’t let on.
‘What sort of food do you eat? I’m pretty handy in the kitchen. You decide.’ I thought we’d eat first and then get down to business.’ She nodded.
‘Sounds a plan to me.’ She looked away and up to the ceiling. There was a cobweb dangling, and I dreaded my image would be tarnished if she saw it. A finger resting on her bottom lip suggested she was thinking. She was certainly adopting the right pose. ‘To be honest it’ll make a change from beans on toast. At least I’ll stop farting for a day hopefully.’ She replied with a cheeky smile. She was drop dead gorgeous and I just couldn’t imagine her farting!
‘Girls don’t fart. Especially gorgeous creatures like you.’ I responded.
‘Oh, trust me they do Jeremy. You have a rather chivalrous attitude to us modern women, sweet but misguided.’ I was enjoying this, but this was shattered by the sound of crying. ‘That’ll be Jonnie, he’ll want his feed.’
‘There’s a kettle in the kitchen if you need to make a feed.’ She smiled.
‘No need, I bring my own.’ She stood to leave, smiling as she left. I decided to leave her to it and headed for the fridge to find the meat I’d bought at the local butcher's shop. Lisa hadn’t returned so I assumed she’d found somewhere private to feed her baby.
While the lamb cutlets were cooking, I left the kitchen and headed for the dining room to lay the table. To my surprise Lisa was seated in a comfortable chair breast feeding. She looked up and smiled while I looked at contentment attached to a nipple.
‘I’m sorry, I’ll come back when you’re finished.’ She looked up and smiled.
‘No, it’s fine. You’re not bothering me at all, I don’t mind you looking.’ Unsurprisingly, Lisa didn’t wear a bra. She’d pulled the straps down off her dress and she was more or less stripped to the waist. One breast was exposed and she showed no sign of attempting to cover her partial nakedness. I laid the table and left her to finish the feed.
‘He’s settled. I changed him and put him back down. He’s a contented little soul. God knows how he could be with a father like Mike.’ I was close to completion. The cutlets were cooked and being kept warm. I’d boiled some baby new potatoes cooked with a sprig of mint. Some asparagus spears completed a simple meal, and I was reducing the rich gravy to pour over the meat.
‘Maybe he takes after you. I’d say you are contented, or I hope you soon will be once we clear that debt. You’ve enough on your shoulders.’ I looked at her leaning against the worktop. The dress she wore was akin to a skin, it was tight and fitting like she was wrapped in clingfilm. I really did wonder whether she wore anything underneath. I’d looked for a panty line as she turned to return to the dining room, then again, knickers were so brief these days it was always hard to tell. Women liked to show their bottoms as a valuable asset and hers was certainly in that category.
‘That was amazing. Where did you learn to cook like that?’ She asked as she placed her knife and fork neatly together on a now clear plate. Here was a young woman in need of a decent meal.
‘Practice really. I’m self trained. It’s easy these days. There is no excuse to waste money on take outs or kebabs.’ She opened her eyes in amazement.
‘My ex - partner could barely heat baked beans and he always burned the toast.’ I wondered about him, he always seemed brash and cocky.
‘What was he like to live with?’ I had to ask, not that I expected any surprises.
‘A pig if you want to know the truth. He hit me a lot. Once he realised, I was pregnant, and I wasn’t going to have the abortion he demanded he just packed a bag and left.’ I knew he’d gone, and I often saw her pass by on her way to and from home.
‘You’re better off with him gone. Shame I wasn’t younger, I’d definitely have been interested in you.’ She gave me her trademark cheeky grin.
‘You mean you aren’t now? Age is just a number.’ I couldn’t believe her words. Was she serious?
‘I’m not in my spring of youth, but I’m fit and not overweight.’ I wasn’t sure why I said that, it felt slightly defensive.
‘Why do you feel a young woman like me is only interested in appearance. Surely, it’s who a person is that matters, not how they look.’ Then she said something that sent a ripple of excitement through me. ‘I know you look at me when I pass, has it never occurred to you I might have been looking back, wondering.’ She tantalisingly stopped there, leaving me to join up the dots?
‘So, how much should I trim off your bill for tonight, Lisa.’ I changed the subject. She looked over at a mantelpiece clock as she then replied.
‘Its barely 8pm, the night is young. Jonnie is sleeping peacefully; it’s too early so set my fee.’ I’d prepared a sweet, I had a carafe of coffee just needing boiling water poured in. I stood and made my exit. This woman was getting under my skin, but in a pleasing way.
‘So, you like older men?’ I felt compelled to ask once the sweet I’d bought was portioned and a plate with a fork placed in front of her.
‘Yes, I always have. Mike was older but his idea of being the mature presence in my life was to be a bully and controlling. He hadn’t matured like you.’ I smiled.
‘That makes me feel old.’ I pretended to be hurt.
‘Mellowed? Is that more a fitting description?’
‘It’s an improvement.’ I pleaded. ‘I thought tonight is worth £500. How’s that?’ She seemed shocked.
‘I had thought of charging less for a fuck!’ She laughed.
‘Oh, you’re worth a lot more than that.’ I realised the minefield I’d just walked into. I immediately qualified my answer. ‘Not that I could possibly know.’
‘Quick on your toes for an oldie!’ She reacted,
‘Have you ever been spanked?’ She sat up rigid, a piece of cheesecake on a fork was suspended equidistant from plate to mouth’.
‘So, you’re into kinky sex too?’ She asked.
‘Not at all, but some men of a certain age might object to being reminded about their age.’ I explained.
‘So, you’d spoil a beautiful evening by spanking your young, innocent dinner guest.’ I shrugged. The most noncommittal of gestures.
‘I think anything beyond young might be stretching reality a bit. Shall we get down to business and settle your debt?’
loans have to be repaid an age gap romance.
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