A Farewell Touch

'Are you okay?' Tomas asked, in his heavily accented French voice, and on a moment's touch to her skin; a fingertip's caress to her throat that made Anna move to meet it. 'I rushed out to get the flowers...the taxi I will soon be here.'
'I know...' Seeing him leave her so soon after she had succumbed to his advances was not to be borne; yet it was imminent.
Anna met the look of a self-assured young man; someone with an impeccable sense of style; his close-cropped beard and moustache, his wide-rimmed and fashionable glasses, lending him an air of seriousness that she had learnt, over the time he had been in the house, was but an act. Tomas possessed a sense of humour that she had seen displayed; this time in the wave of his hand as it clutched a bouquet of flowers. He made it all seem so natural, yet she took it to be a display of his attentiveness to her alone.
'Yes, I'm okay. It's about what happens now...'
She stood again by the kitchen window where he had caught a glimpse of her as he neared the front door.
On seeing him, and meeting that winning smile; she had felt overwhelmed by the need to simply forget her daily existence; she had wanted to be taken somewhere else; her mind overwhelmed by emotions; her body to know of pleasure and that alone; she had succumbed to a no-strings liaison with a younger man who delighted in her; who flattered her; a young man whom she had not encouraged, by a look or a word spoken out, when they were alone, if only for a moment and in the most prosaic of circumstances; exchanges with a young man who had unashamedly flirted with her...a man whom she knew had wanted to make love to her.
Oh, how he had his ways!
The bunch of flowers he had brought for her still lay on the kitchen table in their wrinkly, crinkly wrapper with its colourful string binding. She would deal with them later; after her emotions had subsided and she had come to terms with all that had happened.
'I didn't see them in the house,' he had smiled on holding the bouquet out to her, but the purpose of his gift only too clear. They were to be a gift to the woman who had stood before him, her fingers nervously fidgeting Tipobet Güncel Giriş with the strands of a beaded necklace.
He had paid court to her in one of the oldest ways imaginable.
And then...
Anna's stilled look upon him, now; the grip of her hand upon Tomas's as she clutched it, kept him from renewing caresses that if they persisted would undo her resolve not to succumb once more. The rush of longing for him had overcome all reason and loyalty to a difficult man that her husband had become; her disquiet that Tomas had so quickly seduced her; that his practised ways had slowly, but certainly, persuaded her to respond; her laughs and cries of disbelief soon stilled by his kisses, the tug at her clothes and the slip of his fingers to where she had soon wanted him to be, encouraged and then conceded to.
She had been unfaithful; she had been taken out of her only too ordered life by her young lover; she was unlikely to ever succumb in the ways that she had done with Tomas. With him soon to be gone, the first steps to mending her life could commence.
'I wanted to help you...somehow. Wanted you to know what you meant to me,' she heard Tomas tell her.
It again sounded so beguiling and simple.
'And I feel lost...utterly lost.' Anna whispered; meeting his look upon her as she said it.
Behind those wondering eyes she had discovered his attraction to her; the moments spent with him, even in the company of other students that she rented accommodation to, waymarks to him finally finding her; the confusion she felt that it was happening to her, with a young man, soon giving way to the ecstasy of being released from the emotional wasteland that was her marriage to Dan.
It had begun for him the moment that he had arrived.
He had soon taken in her haunted look, that a soft and sudden smile so easily dispelled; her understated attractiveness; the easy steps that she took; the flow of her blonde-tinted greying hair when she left it unfastened; the look of Anna's eyes whenever he had been near; the nervy brush or the push of slender fingers through her hair; how her bracelets slid over Anna's slender Tipobet Giriş arms; her springy, almost coltish, steps as if to stay out of Dan's reach. The man...an overbearing husband...seemed utterly boorish whenever he had seen his hosts together. Others in his mixed group had thought much the same of the man; but the language school had recommended the couple to them; and to many others before. The spotlessly clean house, it gardens, and Anna's attentiveness had made him feel at home; thought of the house as a haven and, as he had soon discovered from her, a place of torment for Anna that he had become a distraction from; she enduring difficult times without a countervailing comfort.
His people at the bank had suggested the course; they had even arranged accommodation for him and others that he knew went on these training weeks. The place gave him a separate bedroom with an en-suite; meals with the hosts; private study time and language tuition all in the mix; two weeks away of intense learning; there'd be no distractions.
Only, he had been taken by the look of her and Anna's ways; he a guy of twenty-five who didn't find enough distraction in the gym sessions or the town's swimming pool whenever he went there.
Yes, he had lusted for the woman; wanted to know and to share every moment with her. Anna's behaviour, her submission to him had then given way to other emotions; those of Anna offering her own moments of pleasure; it had become an unlikely union of two people. He had soon sensed that she sought a sublime and energetic diversion from her life with Dan.
It now seemed that she had found that, and more, with him and he was now set to leave her. Their tryst, a passionate and sublimely tempestuous end to his stay, had become a wonderful and also humbling, experience.
Anna still smiled. 'What we did doesn't change anything.'
'You never knew how I felt?'
'I soon saw it in your eyes...when you looked at me...and I didn't dare to believe it...a student guest, here in my house...wanting me in the way that you did...and then, moments ago, how you showed me. And now, our lives will go on again...only differently Tipobet for me after what happened.'
She had loved and been loved like a ravening beast; had clutched and clawed at him; pulled on Tomas's hips and kept him to her, so deep and lustful; their tumble frantic for its urgency and surprise expression of what they each felt and took from their frenetic tryst.
She had known that the others would be in class; that he was the only one to be leaving. She had decided to live for the moment; had lost all control in taking him to her; had finally gloried in him and had felt the surges within her as he lost it within her; had cried out in abject pleasure that Tomas had found her so quickly and that she had brought pleasure to him; the young guy fulfilling his wish to know of the older woman; each taking what they sought from a frenetic and noisy fuck in the early afternoon, with the house quiet and for them to be there alone.
It had happened again in the morning...but hours ago; the house locked up and she following Tomas to his bedroom; there to be taken on his unmade bed and with no thoughts of anything but what could be known of each other. He had eased away, again, her restraint and had found her; stretched her until they had nothing more to give to each other.
Just where was she to now go with the memories of their times together?
Tomas came to stand beside her. She heard him sigh.
'I won't forget you,' he said, his fingers feather-light on her cheek. 'You surprised me...wanted to share in it...did that wonderfully.'
She met his kiss of gratitude. Their passion to know of each other had again been spent.
'Keep our secret hidden deep, Tomas, won't you? What we did reminded me of how it could be between two people...'
Anna didn't follow Tomas to the door.
Instead, she heard it close and watched him leave her as he walked along the pathway that dissected the perfectly tended lawns at the front of the house. The taxi driver stood waiting and she saw him move to take Tomas's suitcase from his hold upon it. They exchanged a few words before Tomas got into the car.
He was lost to her view, for good.
'Ships that pass in the night...' Anna whispered and turned away from the window. 'I knew a very special farewell touch...'
She would soon have to clean his room and prepare for a new student to arrive. The silence in the empty house weighed heavily upon her now.