Chapter 5 Surrendering

Things changed after that. Jack was stilted in his behaviour. At first, I watched him, bewildered. Then I began to search for new jobs in the areas close by. I studied, kept house and did my work like a robot on its rounds But my heart was not in it. He avoided sharing breakfast with me. I stopped sitting outside after dinner, chatting.

All this while, Jack had avoided talking about Andrea but her presence was like a physical thing in the house. Like Rebecca in Daphne du Maurier's classic Gothic novel, I thought gloomily as I dusted the shelves with the large empty spaces which had probably contained pictures of Jack and his wife.

***

Jack never tried to touch me but gradually, I felt a longing to have this handsome, kind man hold me in his arms. Yes, I realised, I was beginning to fall in love with Jack. I loved him for his gentleness, his caring, courteous nature. For making me laugh, for praising my efforts to cook even when I had burnt the blamanche the first time when I tried to follow the instructions!

But he was careful to never come close to me.

***

On one such afternoon, two weeks after the incident in the garden, having cleaned the house and pottered around, I went for a swim. Jack was due back in the evening and I had already read all the books he had in his tiny library.

"Please Jack, I begged, racing up to him as he was getting into the truck,

"Please get me some books and magazines!' I pouted.

His eyes rested on my lips, a strange expression on them before he grinned, saying,

"I'll check the teen section of Carrow Library for you, young lady.' I laughed throwing back my head and he turned away, smiling as he left, waving goodbye.

***

Hours later, I stretched my arms over my head and looked out through the kitchen window. The light lunch I had prepared for myself lay on the table. But I was not in a mood to eat. Restlessly, I prowled around the house, gazing at the waters of the lake which seemed to invite me.

Finally, the lure of the shimmering water won.

I walked down to the lake, determined to take a swim.

The place was deserted and I took off my clothes, folding them neatly in a pile before walking into the water, naked. I giggled as the cold water enveloped my warm body.

I swam and splashed. As the sun began to slide down, I decided to leave. As I turned and rose, I stopped, frozen.

***

Jack stood on the slope leading down to the water. He was staring at me and the look in his eyes made me feel hot all over. His eyes were wide, his gaze skittered over me and stopped, landing on my full breasts and my shaven pussy.

later Jack confessed that I had looked like a Lake Goddess, naked and wet. I remember laughing at that.

I straightened my shoulders, unashamedly. The look in his eyes made me burn with a longing to be held by this kind and gentleman who had always treated me with deference, with respect and trust.

Carefully, without taking my eyes off him, I walked over to him. His eyes were on my breasts as they wobbled enticingly, the droplets glistening on my nipples which were hard and pebbled.

'Jack...' I whispered, stopping before him. He stared at me, the desire in his eyes evident. Breathing heavily. I reached out and placed my hand daringly on his crotch. It was swollen and I smiled to myself.

Yes, Jack wanted me too.

I swayed to him and sighed.

Join me in the water, Jack, please.

And lifting his hand, I placed it on my breast.

He moved to me and lowered his head, kissing me like a hungry man. . I opened my mouth and pressed my body to his. Regardless of the fact that I was dripping wet. He began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers trembling.

I kissed him, running my tongue down his throat, his chest finely sprinkled with hair and licked his flat nipples, tasting him.

He groaned, trying to push me away, He held me at arm's length, his cock rigid, his eyes on my breasts that were thrust out, begging him to suck the hard nipples.

"You're...you are too young, Lisa.' He murmured, in a tortured voice.

I took his hand and placed it between my thighs which were wet with my juices.

"please. 'I whispered as he stiffened.

"Please, Jack. I want you. Please.'

He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed passionately. I ended the kiss, my hands sliding to his jeans. Slowly, I undid them, while we continued to kiss. Then I sank to my knees before him, taking his member in my mouth, sucking and licking. I had only slept with a couple of boys at the commune and I really did not know how to pleasure a man. But in my ardour and eagerness to make love to this wonderful man, I wanted to please him as best as I could.

He groaned, fuc*ing my mouth with his hard coc* and soon, he was on the verge of coming.

Suddenly, he pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard.

We walked into the water, hand in hand. I knew he could not take his eyes off my firm young body, my full hips, my heavy breasts that swung as I moved. Once in the water, we turned to each other, touching, feeling, stroking, kissing. We explored each other. He was gentle, tentative. I wanted him urgently and I moaned,

But Jack stopped me. My older lover kissed my earlobe and whispered,

"No, my love,I shall make love to you the way you deserve, in my bed, in my house.

That night, we made love passionately. I was uninhibited, restless for him, wild with youthful passion, but he was tender, gentle and restrained, worshipping my body with his hands and mouth, in wonderment.

When he suckled on my breasts, I thrashed in a frenzy but his every act was one of reverence.

And that was the night I knew I would stay by his side, come what may.