Killer Women by Wensley Clarkson Page A

husband was away visiting his sick and elderly mother in the south of England. She knew that she was vulnerable. She sort of expected it to happen. Now she was facing the very man who wanted to steal her away from her husband – and there was absolutely no one around to prevent the inevitable from occurring.
    For a few moments they stood there in silence. Gail felt a tremble run up her spine. No words were exchanged between them. Just feelings. Thoughts. Intentions. She walked towards him.
    Within seconds they were locked in a passionate embrace. She felt him wrap his arms around her. They pressed so hard together. Afraid that if either of them let go, then something might happen to stop them carrying on.
    She ran her hand through his thick mane of hair over and over. Pulling his face closer and closer. Their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Their hands stroking, exploring one another properly for the first time.
    Then she nuzzled her mouth into his neck and nipped his skin with her teeth. Each time it brought a gasp of pleasure from Rod. Then his hands moved down the front of her blouse and squeezed tightly on her firm breasts. He could just feel one of her nipples protruding through the lacy bra. It was peeping through the blackness like a little pink strawberry, ripe and ready to be eaten.
    He dipped his head down and sucked at that nipple through the bra. She could feel a wonderful sensation as he sucked just a little harder each time. Her own mouth had by now connected with his ears. Pushing her tongue in and out. Then she sucked the air out ever so carefully for maximum pleasure and minimum pain.
    They were on the bare vinyl floor now. Completely lost in their own passionate world. The grim surroundings did not matter. The coldbare surface could have been anywhere in the universe.
    He pushed her tight-fitting skirt up to expose her bare thighs to the crisp night air and carefully prised her legs apart before letting his hands explore her inner sanctum. She was moaning softly now. Her eyes were closed momentarily as she envisaged the love-making that was about to happen.
    She grabbed him through his trousers with her hand and squeezed and stroked him. They were locked in a sexual frenzy from which there was no retreat. She lifted her bottom off that sticky floor surface to allow him to remove her panties. Then she heard the sound of his zip fastener undoing …
    After it was over, they lay silent in each other’s arms. The eerie silence of the night enveloped them after more than an hour of heated passion. Every now and again, the headlights of a passing car would drift across the ceiling of the bar before disappearing into the shadows.
    He looked into her eyes and kissed her full on the lips. It was the ultimate evidence of his love for her. A long, lingering kiss after sex is something that only true lovers ever experience.
    Gail looked up at the bar behind her and thought of all the hard work, time and energy that had gone into making the Belle Vue so successful and promised herself: I am not going to lose this.Whatever happens, I am not going to give it up.
    Over the next few months the inevitable occurred. Gail and Tillotson grew closer and closer. Snatching secret moments together when Graham Jones was out of the bar. Their love-making grew more and more intense. He had opened up a whole new world of sexual experimentation for Gail. It was something she had never experienced during more than ten years of marriage.
    It couldn’t go on for ever though. People were starting to talk.
    Just like a classic office romance, all the tell-tale signs were showing. The warm smiles across a crowded bar. The little kisses on the neck as they squeezed past each other. The never-ending closeness wherever they happened to be.
    ‘You dirty bugger. We know what you’re up to.’
    The regulars were all pretty blunt characters. It did not take them long to work out what was happening between Gail and Tillotson. It wasn’t