It was all about the hands

We were laying contentedly in each others arms, emotionally and sexually exhausted, when she dropped her unwelcome bombshell. ?I don?t know how to say this Rob, I?ve being trying to for a while, but we are going to have to stop all this- and I mean a clean break from today.??What?why?? I exclaimed, automatically hugging her beautiful warm body even closer to mine. My mind was racing, wondering what had prompted this devastating revelation. Had I done something wrong? Was she bored or fed up with our relationship? Or perhaps her husband had found out about us! ?Why, what?s wrong Helen?? I asked in desperation.Just minutes before we had been all over each other, culminating in my coming against her tummy as she flicked my nipples with her nails, shooting a joyous load up onto her breasts, and the side of her neck; her laughing- and grabbing a paper tissue from a box on the bedside table to catch it before it ran onto the pillow. Such ecstasy, to be shot down in flames minutes later. What had gone wrong??It?s nothing to do with us, I mean nothing has gone wrong between us, but we knew it couldn?t last forever. Now Peers has been posted to a high profile job with the EU in Brussels, so we?re letting our house and leaving at the end of the month. I think it?s probably for the best anyway. What we do together has been fantastic, but I love this far too much, and it?s beginning to affect what?s left of my marriage. I?ve got to think about the boys, I can?t risk harming them. There is another big consideration in addition which I can?t tell you about. Ours has been a very odd relationship anyway you must admit.?I was still trying to take all this in. Yes, I knew it couldn?t last, and yes it was an odd, but very wonderful relationship, now it was coming to a sudden and unwelcome end. As she snuggled into my neck I could feel her tears running into a little pool in my shoulder hollow, so I had no doubt about her sincerity in what she said about loving our time together. I was lost for words as I kissed her lovely hair. We*cuddled for ages, our sticky naked bodies entwined like a grape vine clinging to its support, neither wanting these last loving moments to end. Whilst we clung desperately together, my mind recollected and remembered all the delicious times that we had had over the last six months.******************************************* ************************************************** *********Yes it had been an odd relationship. It had come about through hurt, guilt, and natural affection. Hurt on my part that my wife Sarah, had quite suddenly up and left me after ten years of marriage; guilt on Helens part, that she had been inadvertently instrumental in the break up; and a natural, and quite innocent affection that Helen and I had always had towards each other.Sarah and Helen had worked together in advertising, and had been best friends for years. When they weren?t working they would shop and socialise together, much like sisters. We were childless, (by Sarah?s choice) whilst Peers and Helen had two lovely little boys of five and six. We had tried socialising as a foursome, but it hadn?t worked out. He worked in the middle echelons of government, the Foreign Office I think, and was such a pompous pratt.Peers and Helen were definitely the golden pair, looking more like film stars than anything. He was a bit short but had super star looks, and women found him irresistible. Helen was simply gorgeous, tall and shapely in a Nigella Lawson way. In fact she could almost have been her look-alike, except that she was fair blonde. I once said to her that she should have been a model. She laughed and said that she was too shapely to model normal clothes, and not fat enough to model oversize. She added that she could always model oversize bras, but she?d stick to the side of advertising she was on, rather than in front of a camera. My mind boggled a bit at that thought.Whilst I had been relatively content in our marriage, Sarah had turned quite indifferent towards me within a few years, my fathering instinct, contrasting starkly to her complete lack of mothering inclination. It wasn?t just that she didn?t want children, she actively disliked them, something that she had hidden from me throughout our courtship and early-married life. She even made me suffer the indignity of a sperm fertility test, before I found out that?s he had never come off ?the pill? as agreed. One day when I accidentally dropped my razor in the bathroom bin, I found an empty blister pack of Mycrogynon. Thinking that Sarah might have some form of illness, I looked up the drug on the Internet, and found it to be a version of the pill. We gave up arguing about it because she was quite adamant, and it became a standoff stalemate. She threw herself into her work and social life, some of it with Helen, and I became more involved in my work.Helen and I had a great deal in common, and I loved playing games with her boys whenever she brought them to us. I owned and ran a private sports centre, and Helen was a fitness freak, so our paths crossed quite often. We would always greet each other with a hug or a kiss on the cheek, and if I was lucky, both. I?m not claiming to be ?the innocent?, because she was fit and gorgeous. I loved any physical contact with her, but it was she who would cause that hug to last a little bit longer, or that kiss to be a little more intimate. I shall never forget one Christmas kiss, which turned into a massive snog, with her hips pressing hard against mine. A one off which I put down to the joviality of the occasion, combined with the drink, but it certainly left a lasting impression on me.She had first started coming to the gym to get her figure back shortly after giving birth to Thomas, their youngest, and she was a voyeurs dream. It was quite comical to see men?s reactions to her when she worked out, especially on the treadmill, even with the baby next to her in his cot/carrier. They would all gravitate to her side of the hall, and gawp at her whilst pretending to work out, mesmerised by her generally, and by the movement of her heavy breasts particularly. She knew the effect she was having, and didn?t seem to mind, but it became such a problem that I had to warn off Pendik escort bayan a couple of the guys. Their attitude when I spoke to them was, ?do you really blame us?. No I didn?t, she was an amazing sight, but some of the ?lesser? females were beginning to notice, and I sensed a third party harassment claim might be imminent on her behalf.We both knew that a sweaty gym wasn?t the ideal place for a young baby, but she didn?t have much choice until I suggested one day that she left him in the office with Mary, my middle aged receptionist/secretary. She did, and both Mary, a mother of four teenagers, and I, loved every minute of our time with Thomas. Not much work got done when the baby was there, and we even took him for a short walk on a couple of occasions. What an odd couple we must have looked, but we didn?t care.Once when the baby was fast asleep, I remarked to Mary what a contented little thing he was.She smirked at me as she said, ?Well wouldn?t you be if you had what he gets every four hours, don?t tell me you haven?t noticed the size of her, I?m surprised the poor little soul doesn?t get smothered!?Our futures changed quite dramatically one spring a few years later, when Peers and Helen were due to go on holiday to a friend?s villa in Cyprus. They were leaving the children with their grandparents, which Sarah thought unusual, and hinted that it might have something to do with them re-kindling their marriage. She said that Peers had a history of office affairs, and this was a ?last chance? reconciliation. I knew absolutely nothing of this, and I found it more than incredible that any man would risk a marriage to such a wonderful girl and two beautiful kids. Double pratt then, with a capital P! At the last moment a governmental crisis demanded Peers presence, so Helen asked Sarah to go with her rather than waste the tickets and the holiday.When the fortnight was over and the two girls returned, I could immediately see a significant change in both of them, beside the obvious glow of a healthy tan. However, the changes were significantly contrasting between the pair. Collecting them from the airport Helen was very reserved in her greeting, and avoided my eye when I asked her about her holiday. When I commented she blamed tiredness from an early morning flight, and jetlag. ?Unlikely on a four hour flight within nearly the same time zone?, I thought. Sarah by contrast was happy and positively glowing. If I had not been so busy supervising a complete refurbishment of the gym at the time, I might have thought about the significance of these contrasting attitudes more thoroughly.During the following weeks Sarah seemed withdrawn, and once or twice I saw her furtively texting on her I-phone, which never left her side. She had always been a keen artist, and said that she had booked a long weekend on a watercolour-painting course in Suffolk.Two weeks after her return from the course she left me for good, explaining in a short note that she wanted more from life than her current dull existence was giving her. She said that she hated the constant underlying pressure to have kids, and she was going abroad.I can?t say truthfully that I was devastated, but I was disappointed in Sarah, and in myself for not seeing the obvious signs of what had been happening under my nose. It didn?t take me long to discover that, although the Suffolk painting course had existed, Sarah had been elsewhere, and that going abroad meant Cyprus. Thinking back to the return from their holiday, I surmised that Sarah had enjoyed a holiday romance, and that it had continued to a deeper level during the previous two months. Perhaps that also explained Sarah?s complete disinterest in sex with me during that period.I had hardly seen Helen since the Cyprus holiday, as if she was avoiding me, so there was another clue to support my theories on what had happened on that Mediterranean Island. I really needed some answers, but I couldn?t call her at home because I didn?t want to speak to Peers if he answered. So I texted her, simply asking her to meet and talk. She agreed to meet in a local café, but I could almost read the reluctance within her reply.We met in the neutral surroundings of a local ?Costa?, and the greeting was more of an air kiss than anything. Her tan had faded to a beautiful tint, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. Conversation over the first cup of coffee was very stilted, but it soon became obvious that Helen blamed herself for much of what had happened on holiday. As she reluctantly told me of Sarah?s affair with a rich local hotel owner by the name of Marcario, she ended every sentence with ?sorry?.She said that it had started on day two of the holiday, when a pair of handsome Greek Cypriots had come on to them in a bar. By the end of the evening she had had quite enough fending off groping hands under the table, and forcefully declined an offer of a drive back to the villa. She said that the guy was very handsome, but she had no intention of having a quick holiday affair. Sarah?s intentions were the exact opposite, and she hadn?t returned to the villa until five in the morning. From that point on they saw very little of each other, as Sarah spent every night with Marcario at his hotel. Her words were continually interjected with apologies.I could see that Helen was finding it very difficult explaining her best friends infidelity to me, possibly her closest male friend. I was finding it no easier hearing about my wife?s torrid sexual encounter, even though Helen was trying her best not to give too much detail, attempting to mitigate the obvious hurt. Over a second cup of coffee she told me that she also knew that Macario had visited the UK, and that they had spent a weekend together.?Sorry," she said for what seemed the hundredth time. ?If only I hadn?t taken her on holiday none of this would have happened. Ironically that holiday was intended to be for the regeneration of our love, not to destroy someone else?s marriage. I really am so sorry, not only for you and your situation, but I should have told you. I?ve felt so guilty over the last weeks. You really are a very good friend, and I should have at least hinted what was going Escort Beykoz on with Sarah.??Absolutely not!? I said with feeling. ?Sarah has been your best friend since the year dot; I?m sure that you genuinely felt you couldn?t betray her trust, however bad you felt about my situation. No, don?t feel guilty please, you have nothing to apologise for; that?s the last thing I want, I can see the agony in your face. I shouldn?t have let things become so bad between us, and if I hadn?t been so totally engrossed with the refurbishment I should have seen the obvious. It was bound to have happened at some time in the future anyway, you know that children, or lack of them, was always the basis of our problems.?The relief positively flooded through Helens beautiful face, and tears pooled in her eyes. She took my hand from where it had been positively crushing my empty coffee cup, and held it tenderly in hers. I took her other hand in mine, and we sat linked across the table, me trying to see her face, whilst she looked down at our hands.Then she said the strangest thing, totally out of context with what had just been said. ? I love your hands, I always have, they?re beautiful, more like a woman?s."I really had nothing to counter that with. I was a keen amateur pianist, and I had always looked after my hands. Sarah had once commented that I had extraordinarily long fingers, but I hadn?t given it another thought. ?Well you?re welcome to hold them whenever you like, come on I?ll walk you back to your car.?We walked back through a small park bathed in sunshine, and she visibly relaxed, slipping her hand easily into mine as we ambled along. We walked around the park three times, laughing more each time we passed the exit for another lap. When we eventually reached her car she said, ? Thanks for being so understanding. I know the business with Sarah wasn?t my fault, but I did really feel guilty about not telling you, or at least give you a hint. I?ve lost my best friend for ever I think, so I guess I?ll have to make do with you instead,? she smiled. ?Don?t get all down and lonely, you know where I am, and you only have to text.?I said, ?I?ll settle for being your best friend, and you must come down to the gym soon and try out some of the new high tech machines we?ve just installed.??Will do, soon.?I went to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned her face towards me so that our lips met softly, and lingered for a few seconds.As she drove off in her little Mini I thought, ?Well if that?s what best friend status means, I?ll settle for that?! This was followed immediately by the realisation that I was thinking of a friend giving me a passing kiss, rather than the loss of my wife after ten years of marriage.Time to make decisions. I phoned my solicitor and asked him to begin divorce proceedings. I then texted Sarah and told her what I had done, adding that whatever the cause it would be a 50/50 settlement all the way. She didn?t reply, although I knew that she watched her Iphone religiously.Even though I was busy at the gym I couldn?t get Helen out of my mind. I realised that I was acting like an adolescent, after all we were just very good friends; we hadn?t got past holding hands and light kissing. I desperately wanted to see her again, if only to repeat our last meeting, but I was conscious of what she had said about the delicate position she and Peers were in. I genuinely didn?t want to be instrumental in complicating that situation.A couple of weeks later, just as I was walking out of the gym foyer she walked in, not in her sports kit, but in a light summer skirt, with a gypsy style top gathered above the bust, and she was quite obviously braless. Two men walking out ahead of me saw this amazing sight as well, and as their heads turned, one tripped over the heels of the other and stumbled into a big potted plant. The faller was embarrassed, whilst the other couldn?t take his eyes off Helens top.Helen kissed me on the cheek, and said, ?Come on I?m taking you to lunch, I haven?t seen you recently, even though I?ve been down here several times, hoping. Then I was talking to Bill (mutual friend) last week, and he said that you seemed quite low and miserable, even refusing to go out for a drink.?Had she really said ?hoping? at the end of that sentence, or had I misheard! I made some pathetic comment, and delighted with the prospect of her company for a couple of hours, we walked towards her car. She laughed when I had difficulty folding my big 6?4? frame into her mini, and then slipped her heels off to drive barefoot.?At least I can wear these when I?m out with you,? she said holding up one of her shoes, ?I always have to wear ?flats? with Peers for obvious reasons. I must have twenty pairs, and I hardly ever get to wear them; they make me feel really elegant.?I could have said ?you would look elegant; incredible; beautiful; gorgeous; fantastic, in anything?, but it would have sounded corny, so I just returned her smile and drank in her lovely presence. What on earth did I do to deserve her company; I wasn?t bad looking in a rugged sense, but she was so far out of my league as to be on another planet. Just be grateful and enjoy it I thought.We drove quite a long way out to a country pub by a beautiful canal, and had a surprisingly good ?ploughmans? alone in a cosy side room of the bar. We chatted generally about my newly styled gym, the boys, and then about my predicament with Sarah. I told her that I had started divorce proceedings, and that they were likely to go ahead unchallenged. I said that I really missed Sarah, and that, yes, Bill was right, I hadn?t been feeling on top of the world since she left.The ice had been broken, and the floodgates opened as we chatted quite openly about our relationships. What Sarah had told me about Peers had only scratched the surface. Helen told me that in addition to his affairs, he was at this moment being investigated for alleged sexual harassment in the office, by the one and only girl who didn?t appreciate his predatory advances; others were likely to jump on the bandwagon. She said that he had just been detached to the Washington embassy for a month, presumably to get him out of the way Cevizli escort during the investigation. Normally it was the girl who was moved, which was very sexist, but on this occasion the scandal was too big, and the cause itself had been removed.She said that she wouldn?t miss him anyway; he?d been banished to the spare bedroom for months, and it would stop his constant pestering. He was probably screwing some little tart in the Washington office by now anyway. I sensed that she was resigned to his infidelity, but I didn?t pry into why she put up with it, and didn?t leave him. There might have been extenuating circumstances, which kept them together, not the least of which might be the boys.We left the pub, and it was such a beautiful afternoon that I suggested a walk by the river. I didn?t want or need to go back to work; more relevantly I loved Helen?s company, and I didn?t want our time together to end. She obviously felt the same, because she smiled and took my hand as we walked along the towpath. We dropped hands, and walked on with our arms around each other?s waists for a while. When the path suddenly became too rough for Helen?s heels, we stopped and kissed. It wasn?t like the intoxicated, wanton desperate kiss of Christmas, but soft gentle and caring. As she put her arms round my neck her breasts lifted and squashed warmly against my chest, and it was all I could do to keep my hands from moving up from her waist to hold them.We walked back in silence for a while, me feeling like I was walking on air. A man walking in the opposite direction with a little dog, got himself caught up in its lead as he goggled at Helens chest, followed shortly behind by a teenage jogger who nearly ran into the canal as he lost concentration. I wished in a way that I had their view, but I could see enough looking sideways to see the delightful swinging movement of Helens breasts. They were too big to jiggle, and I thought quite amazing for a women who had two children; the hard work in the gym was obviously paying off.Perhaps emboldened by our unexpected kiss, I said, ?Do you remember when we met in the café, you suddenly saying how you loved my hands, always had???Ye?.s,? she replied, obviously wondering what was coming next.Without looking at her I said, ?I hope you?re not going to be offended, but I love your breasts, always have, they?re beautiful, like a real woman?s.? She didn?t respond, so I quickly added, ?It?s just that seeing them today like that, moving around in your top, they?re rather devastating; you?ve normally got them tightly harnessed in the gym, and even then you delight the men, and upset the women! You should hear the comments I?ve overheard about them in the changing rooms.?? Oh, go on, do tell, please. I?m not bothered about hat the say, I just want to hear you talking about them.?Well, I can?t tell you most of the comments because I?d embarrass both of us, but along the lines of, ?did you see the effing tits on that?; God, I wouldn?t mind coming off between her pair?; that sort of thing, and those are some of the more innocuous comments, I wouldn?t dare tell you the rest. Someone said you looked just like Lorna Morgan, and another said you were sex on legs.?Helen actually blushed, ?Who?s Lorna thingy, am I supposed to know her???I doubt it. Morgan, you?ll have to google her like I did, and lets just say she?s a well built Welsh model.?She laughed, ?Well I?m glad you appreciate them anyway, I?ve noticed everyone in the gym looking at them except for you; I was beginning to think you didn?t like big ones, anyway Sarah wasn?t exactly flat chested was she. I have to admit I did dress just for you today, heels and all. What with lovely hands and bouncing breasts, this could turn into a mutual admiration society.? She laughed, ?I think we?d better get onto safer ground, here?s the car.?We drove back chatting about more mundane things, and when we parked Helen turned to me and took my hands in hers. We seemed to be doing a lot of handholding; I could get used to this. Very quietly she said, ?Rob, I?ve really enjoyed your company, and I hope we can do this again. This isn?t a reaction to what?s going on in my marriage at the moment, nor is it borne out of sympathy for what?s happened with Sarah, but as I said to you before, don?t be lonely. I?m here for you as a good friend, and if you, well you know, get desperate and need a hand, I?m here for that as well.?I opened my mouth and nothing came out. My mind simply wouldn?t take in what my ears thought they had just heard!She started the engine, ?And yes. I did mean that, it would be my pleasure. Now go, I?ve just realised the time, and I?m going to be late picking the boys up from school, bye.?I shut the door and she roared off with a wave, leaving me as if I had just discovered that I had won millions on the lottery. No better than that, my mind was in overdrive just thinking about what this fantastic women, beautiful beyond my wildest dreams, had just offered. Bloody hell!For the next week I didn?t really know what to do. I? m sure that half the time I was walking around in a pre-occupied dream, with those words going round in my mind; ?Need a hand?. I still couldn?t quite believe it! I checked the attendance records, and Helen had been to the gym twice, and I had missed her on both occasions. Had she come hoping to meet me? I?m not naturally shy, but on the other hand I didn?t want to push it; I knew I had to leave the next move to her. Maybe she had said those things in the heat of the moment, and had thought better of it.A few days later I saw a text from Helen, and nearly dropped my phone in my hurry to open it. ?Got 2 comp tickets for open air concert @ Stangate Hall this Wed 7pm. Formal, blk tie. You want? If so better meet there. xxx H.? I had never got used to text speak, so it took me a few moments to decipher her message. I didn?t hesitate with my reply, but didn?t return the kisses or sign off in case anyone read her messages.That Wednesday I couldn?t concentrate on work, so I had a long gym session myself, showered and went back to my little office. When I walked in Mary said,? What?s the matter with you today Rob, the work you left me was all gibberish, and you look like a vacant teenager with a permanent grin on his face.?I totally surprised her by giving her a peck on the cheek, saying, ?Look after things, it?s about time I gave you a rise,? and walked out.That lovely warm late summers evening, I arrived at the Hall car park just as Helen was getting out of her car.