Susan Strict
Member
MIRROR: Download from MEGA
A short story from â€Strictly Susan – The Third Collectionâ€
“Got yourself a boyfriend yet?†he asked.
She spluttered and coughed. “At my age?†she queried as soon as she recovered herself.
“Why not?†he said seriously. “What’s age got to do with it?â€
“I have a friend,†she said confidentially. “We go for walks sometimes.â€
“Good grief, woman,†he told her, “Take him to bed and make him happy!â€
“You’re very rude,†she told him. “You ought to know better. Anyway, what would my daughter say if I suddenly took up with some strange man?â€
“It has nothing to do with her,†he assured her. “A woman on her own needs a bit of... that, occasionally. You don’t have to make it all so serious, do you? Just go for it and enjoy it.â€
“It’s not so simple at my age.â€
“Yes it is. It’s just that simple. You’re an attractive woman, and most men would jump at the chance give half a grain of encouragement.â€
“You would? Would you?†She looked at him quizzically.
“I didn’t mean that.†He really did not mean that. It was not that she was unattractive for an older woman, but that was exactly what she was to him: an older woman.
“See? I told you. Most men would run a mile if I suggested anything more than friendship.â€
“Tie them to the bed?†he laughed. “That should stop them running.â€
She tried very hard not to laugh, pretending to be shocked. “You’re bad,†she declared. “Very bad.â€
“Seriously,†he told her, “You can’t be more than...†he studied her for a moment, “Not more than forty-five at the most, and that’s only a few years older than I am.â€
“And the rest!†she replied. “I’m considerably older than that. Can’t you see the wrinkles?â€
“Not with your clothes on,†he said still laughing, “But it’s OK. I’ll take your word for it.â€
“You’ll have to take my word.†She was completely serious, although there was an odd look in her eye that he had not missed. “I have to go,†she said. “I have a lot to get done, and I’ve spent far too long talking to you already.â€
“No problem,†he assured her. “Take care. See you soon.â€
As he drove away he smiled to himself. It was outrageous, really, to flirt with her like that when he certainly was not at all serious about it. It appealed to his sense of humour to shock her. She tried so hard to behave respectably, prudishly even, and that was what made it such a great game to tease her. Seriously though, she really did need to find herself a man. It just did not seem right for a woman to be on her own when she was so attractive – not facially, but with a nice, slim, womanly shape to her.
He shook himself suddenly, and shuddered. For a moment, just a moment, he had imagined.... He shook himself again. Not with a woman that age. It was not even something he wanted to think about.
*
It was a week later he was sitting in her living room drinking coffee. He had not often been to her house. Usually he just ran into her in the park and they chatted for a while. It was only because her daughter had asked him if he could take her old sofa down to her mum’s house for storage that he found himself there now.
“Well?†he asked with a wicked grin, “Got yourself that boyfriend like I suggested? I can’t see him around here?â€
He exaggeratedly looked towards each corner of the room, as if expecting to see a man hidden in a corner somewhere.
She stuck her nose in the air primly. “How do you know,†she asked him pointedly, “That he’s not tied to my bed right now, just like you suggested?â€
“It was a joke,†he said uncertainly. “And I’m sure you wouldn’t do anything like that. You haven’t that sort of sense of adventure!â€
“Come and see. Come on.†She turned and left the room. “Well?†she called, “Are you coming or what?â€
Fascinated, he followed her up the stairs. He hesitated outside her room. Somehow it did not seem right to be going into her bedroom.
“What are you waiting for?†she demanded. “Are you scared of me or something?â€
“Of course not.†He went into her bedroom, still hesitantly and looking all around the room as he entered.
She laughed at him. “That’s right,†she said, “Check it out carefully in case I really do have a man tied up somewhere.â€
“I didn’t think you had,†he told her. “I just wondered what it was you wanted to show me.â€
“I thought you’d like to see these.†She bent down by the top of the bed and pulled up a heavy leather cuff on the end of a long chain.
“This is the sort of thing you meant, isn’t it?†she asked. “So I can really tie a man to the bed and have my wicked way with him.â€
She saw that he was looking around the bed. She nodded. “That’s right,†she confirmed, “There’s one of these at each corner.â€
“Well!†he said, startled, “I’d never have thought you’d... I mean, I’m surprised. Best of luck then, in finding the right man who wants to be tied up!â€
“It was your idea,†she said. “I wouldn’t have thought of it without you.â€
“I was only joking,†he pointed out, “But there are a lot of men who like that sort of thing, so if you are serious about it you might well be in luck. Do you have anyone in mind?â€
The odd look was in her eye once more, something of a glint with a positively devilish smile on her lips.
“I thought I might test it out on you,†she declared.
“You’re joking!â€
“Not at all,†she said abruptly. “You’ve been flirting with me almost every time I’ve seen you since we first met. I’m not asking you for a relationship or a commitment or anything so serious. I just want you to help me try out something new. It’s a big step for me, trying to find myself a new man. I don’t want to get it wrong, and you’re quite right that so many men now want something a bit different, a bit kinky. I need to try these things, and if I do find the right man I can’t afford to lose him because I get it all wrong.â€
He was totally taken aback. Since he had first known her she had been so totally conventional, and more importantly so very much older than him. His jokes and jibes that she had apparently mistaken for flirting were nothing more than a bit of fun, purely because of her inflexibly prudish attitude to everything. He had never meant her to take them seriously, or for her to think that she really held any sort of physical attraction for him.
She saw his expression. “I’m not asking you to be my lover,†she explained. “I’m just asking you to help me try these out. I can’t do it on my own because I can do them up on myself, if you see what I mean.â€
“You want me to put them on you?†he asked, surprised but rather happier with that idea than the thought of her strapping him to the bed.
“You could,†she agreed, “Although I would rather try them on you because then I would have a better idea of what it would be like to have a man tied up like that.â€
“You might find a man who would rather tie you up,†he pointed out. “There must be at least as many men who want to dominate, probably more. And there are just as many, if not more, who aren’t interested in either domination or submission.â€
“You know all about it?†she asked. “You know all about all the kinky stuff?â€
“No I don’t,†he protested. “I know about some of it because I’ve come across some of it on the Internet, that’s all.â€
“Well all right.†She clearly still thought he knew all about it. “I think if there are natural ‘dominants’ and natural ‘submissives’ then I’m a dominant. I’d just hate for a man to tie me up, but it could be quite fun to tie him up. That makes sense, doesn’t it?â€
“Got yourself a boyfriend yet?†he asked.
She spluttered and coughed. “At my age?†she queried as soon as she recovered herself.
“Why not?†he said seriously. “What’s age got to do with it?â€
“I have a friend,†she said confidentially. “We go for walks sometimes.â€
“Good grief, woman,†he told her, “Take him to bed and make him happy!â€
“You’re very rude,†she told him. “You ought to know better. Anyway, what would my daughter say if I suddenly took up with some strange man?â€
“It has nothing to do with her,†he assured her. “A woman on her own needs a bit of... that, occasionally. You don’t have to make it all so serious, do you? Just go for it and enjoy it.â€
“It’s not so simple at my age.â€
“Yes it is. It’s just that simple. You’re an attractive woman, and most men would jump at the chance give half a grain of encouragement.â€
“You would? Would you?†She looked at him quizzically.
“I didn’t mean that.†He really did not mean that. It was not that she was unattractive for an older woman, but that was exactly what she was to him: an older woman.
“See? I told you. Most men would run a mile if I suggested anything more than friendship.â€
“Tie them to the bed?†he laughed. “That should stop them running.â€
She tried very hard not to laugh, pretending to be shocked. “You’re bad,†she declared. “Very bad.â€
“Seriously,†he told her, “You can’t be more than...†he studied her for a moment, “Not more than forty-five at the most, and that’s only a few years older than I am.â€
“And the rest!†she replied. “I’m considerably older than that. Can’t you see the wrinkles?â€
“Not with your clothes on,†he said still laughing, “But it’s OK. I’ll take your word for it.â€
“You’ll have to take my word.†She was completely serious, although there was an odd look in her eye that he had not missed. “I have to go,†she said. “I have a lot to get done, and I’ve spent far too long talking to you already.â€
“No problem,†he assured her. “Take care. See you soon.â€
As he drove away he smiled to himself. It was outrageous, really, to flirt with her like that when he certainly was not at all serious about it. It appealed to his sense of humour to shock her. She tried so hard to behave respectably, prudishly even, and that was what made it such a great game to tease her. Seriously though, she really did need to find herself a man. It just did not seem right for a woman to be on her own when she was so attractive – not facially, but with a nice, slim, womanly shape to her.
He shook himself suddenly, and shuddered. For a moment, just a moment, he had imagined.... He shook himself again. Not with a woman that age. It was not even something he wanted to think about.
*
It was a week later he was sitting in her living room drinking coffee. He had not often been to her house. Usually he just ran into her in the park and they chatted for a while. It was only because her daughter had asked him if he could take her old sofa down to her mum’s house for storage that he found himself there now.
“Well?†he asked with a wicked grin, “Got yourself that boyfriend like I suggested? I can’t see him around here?â€
He exaggeratedly looked towards each corner of the room, as if expecting to see a man hidden in a corner somewhere.
She stuck her nose in the air primly. “How do you know,†she asked him pointedly, “That he’s not tied to my bed right now, just like you suggested?â€
“It was a joke,†he said uncertainly. “And I’m sure you wouldn’t do anything like that. You haven’t that sort of sense of adventure!â€
“Come and see. Come on.†She turned and left the room. “Well?†she called, “Are you coming or what?â€
Fascinated, he followed her up the stairs. He hesitated outside her room. Somehow it did not seem right to be going into her bedroom.
“What are you waiting for?†she demanded. “Are you scared of me or something?â€
“Of course not.†He went into her bedroom, still hesitantly and looking all around the room as he entered.
She laughed at him. “That’s right,†she said, “Check it out carefully in case I really do have a man tied up somewhere.â€
“I didn’t think you had,†he told her. “I just wondered what it was you wanted to show me.â€
“I thought you’d like to see these.†She bent down by the top of the bed and pulled up a heavy leather cuff on the end of a long chain.
“This is the sort of thing you meant, isn’t it?†she asked. “So I can really tie a man to the bed and have my wicked way with him.â€
She saw that he was looking around the bed. She nodded. “That’s right,†she confirmed, “There’s one of these at each corner.â€
“Well!†he said, startled, “I’d never have thought you’d... I mean, I’m surprised. Best of luck then, in finding the right man who wants to be tied up!â€
“It was your idea,†she said. “I wouldn’t have thought of it without you.â€
“I was only joking,†he pointed out, “But there are a lot of men who like that sort of thing, so if you are serious about it you might well be in luck. Do you have anyone in mind?â€
The odd look was in her eye once more, something of a glint with a positively devilish smile on her lips.
“I thought I might test it out on you,†she declared.
“You’re joking!â€
“Not at all,†she said abruptly. “You’ve been flirting with me almost every time I’ve seen you since we first met. I’m not asking you for a relationship or a commitment or anything so serious. I just want you to help me try out something new. It’s a big step for me, trying to find myself a new man. I don’t want to get it wrong, and you’re quite right that so many men now want something a bit different, a bit kinky. I need to try these things, and if I do find the right man I can’t afford to lose him because I get it all wrong.â€
He was totally taken aback. Since he had first known her she had been so totally conventional, and more importantly so very much older than him. His jokes and jibes that she had apparently mistaken for flirting were nothing more than a bit of fun, purely because of her inflexibly prudish attitude to everything. He had never meant her to take them seriously, or for her to think that she really held any sort of physical attraction for him.
She saw his expression. “I’m not asking you to be my lover,†she explained. “I’m just asking you to help me try these out. I can’t do it on my own because I can do them up on myself, if you see what I mean.â€
“You want me to put them on you?†he asked, surprised but rather happier with that idea than the thought of her strapping him to the bed.
“You could,†she agreed, “Although I would rather try them on you because then I would have a better idea of what it would be like to have a man tied up like that.â€
“You might find a man who would rather tie you up,†he pointed out. “There must be at least as many men who want to dominate, probably more. And there are just as many, if not more, who aren’t interested in either domination or submission.â€
“You know all about it?†she asked. “You know all about all the kinky stuff?â€
“No I don’t,†he protested. “I know about some of it because I’ve come across some of it on the Internet, that’s all.â€
“Well all right.†She clearly still thought he knew all about it. “I think if there are natural ‘dominants’ and natural ‘submissives’ then I’m a dominant. I’d just hate for a man to tie me up, but it could be quite fun to tie him up. That makes sense, doesn’t it?â€
Keep2share Premium PRO Account
