A
Searing Expose of the Secret Sex Lives of the Over Fifties,
in
Swinging Suburbia.
Part
Three – Anyone for d'oeuvres ?
Like
an emerging Eve, from the Garden of Eden, Angela had taken a long,
hard bite on the Cox's
Pippin of awareness, and had suddenly come to the realization, that
she was indeed...naked to the core. With only the flimsiest - and
slightly ludicrous - of aprons, to cover her modesty and the more
private areas – so long as she kept her back against the wall.
There was, of course, a perfectly plausible and completely innocent
reason as to why she was to be found in such a state of undress before
6pm, on a Wednesday evening. She looked at her friend, and breathed
in deeply and exhaled her explanation, in a calm and rationale
manner, “ Well, what with all the rushing around, and the oven on
full blast, I just got really hot, sweaty...and..dirty. So, I thought if I
simply removed my clothes, until I had finished with the hard stuff,
then I could just have a quick wash and touch up, and be all ready
for party a go-go, so to speak.” For a brief moment, Lucinda, just
looked up and down at Angela, then slowly, a small smile escaped from
the corners of her mouth, followed by full scale breakout of a laugh.
“ Lord, Darling ! I wasn't sure if I had just walked into one of
those new, reality TV cooking
programmes...you know, like ” Ready,
Steady, Fuck !" I can see it all, there you are, all oven fresh,
prepared with just minimal dressing, and served up on a hot bed of
desire..how simply delicious.” Angela smiled, with an undercurrent of discomfort, " Oooh ! I'm not so sure about that, Lulu, for one thing, what would MY "viewing
figure" look like, on the small screen ? And, for another thing, I can't possible imagine what type of audience I'd attract."
By
now, George had sought solace in his second, large glass Brandy, and
in-between deep, warm gulps, he tried to adopt a selective hearing, state of mind attitude - unsuccessfully. “ Alright you two, let's get this
party started, shall we ?” Lucinda, began to rally her unlikely
hosts, “ Now, we had better get a move on, before the peasants
start revolting – which won't take much, some of them weren't that much to
look at, to start with.” Lucinda playfully nudged Angela in the
ribs and gave her a naughty little wink, then she suddenly noticed
George's attention slipping, “ Hang on there Alco-Pop ! Easy on
that fun juice there, we don't want you peaking too soon, do we ? Or
at least not on your own anyway...so come over here and fill me up,
too !” Lucinda offered up a recently depleted glass for attention.
“ Seriously, you two, I've been to some parties where all has been
lost just because of limp d'oeuvres or poor rationing of aperitifs.
So, let's get a game plan in motion, shall we ?” Lucinda paused to
assess the situation at hand, then asserted herself, into a Commander
of Mischief position. “Right ! Angela, you get yourself up those
stairs and slap on a party face, spray on a smile, and slip into some
clothes ! Whilst George and I will start the balls rolling, servicing
your guests...won't we handsome ?” Lucinda throw George one of her
trademark playful, twinkling smiles – mercilessly teasing George
had became something of
a
personal pleasure of hers, she loved seeing how far she could push
him, before he finally snapped out of his comfort zone - usually -
followed by one of his trademark, funny, frustrated out-bursts.
Angela
left her co-conspirators behind - as she made her way upstairs to
make herself presentable – and hoped they could put their
differences behind them, even if it was only a temporary
association. She sat down, in-front of the dressing table mirror, trying to revive her hair with emergency volumising resuscitation techniques. Angela knew she could trust them not be at one another's throat, but
her fear was that they might not play with each other -in a
constructive manner. It only plagued her thoughts – as she gently
tonged her ends – because of the intense pressure to make this
evening a success - which has to said, that she had largely put on herself. The George and Lucinda dynamic, had long been a part of her life, over the years, and it had certainly seen it's fair
share of ups and downs.
But
-she felt - that recently there had been some kind of ceasefire in
rivalry, if only due to the fact that they tried to keep their
contact with each other, down to a minimum, and if they did happen to
find themselves appearing in the same social circles, then an
unofficial policy of non-interference, would be observed.
Angela,
began to wonder what exactly she had let herself in for, and if she
was really prepared – both physically and emotionally – for this
particular, specialized type of entertaining . Until now, the largest
body that she had, had a hand in, was the All Ladies Badminton –
Singles and Doubles – Gala Fundraising Rally. Which was – by all
intents and purposes -a glowing success, Angela, was hailed as the
driving force behind it, and received a Golden Shuttlecock, in
recognition of all her services. But, tonight was a completely
different affair, and doubt was starting to creep into her heart and
mind – if she really had it in her, the strength and the
experience, to host this kind of sexual soiree. Until now, Angela had
been busy submersing herself in all the preparations, the
invitations, the planning, the execution, all the details of
arranging the perfect social event – but without really considering
the human aspects...the sex-factor !
As
she sat there - on the end of her bed - pondering what lay ahead, she
thought about her marriage, about George, and how they had arrived in
this place. But, even before she began to travel down memory lane,
she was interrupted by someone banging away... at the front door, it
appeared that another of their guests had arrived.
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