Chapter 38

Later that evening Louisa wanted to watch some telly. Martin sat on the sofa and Louisa lay down to let her head rest on his shoulder. First he sat stiffly hardly daring to move not to disturb Louisa. He also had to concentrate hard on not to comment on the rubbish he had to watch. Couldn't they put the television licence fees to better use? It was beyond him what Louisa saw in this show. Mostly he thought Louisa had a fine brain, but in moments like this he wasn't quite so sure. No one in his right state of mind could possibly find anything interesting in this broadcast. However, he knew that criticising would most probably lead to further discussions. To be honest, he had enough of those for one weekend. So he thought about something else to do.

Soon he thought of something, but wasn't quite sure if it would be right. He still felt uncomfortable about the thoughts Louisa seemed to stir in him. He stole a shy glance now and then, still contemplating if he should go for it.

Louisa was all but too aware of his glances and realised how uncomfortable he seemed, but she was determined to get him used to these familiarities. She smiled to herself. There was most probably no man more insecure when it came to the opposite sex than Martin. That she had succeeded to bed him surely proved just how much she meant to him. She didn't want to drag him now. He just had to get used to her touch. Even when his hands rested on the sofa as if they didn't belong to him. He seemed quite tense. She just hoped he would learn how to relax in her presence.

Louisa seemed so relaxed lying there. He loved her weight on his shoulder. Seemingly absentmindedly she had put one hand on his thigh. Didn't she know what she did to him? Slowly he lifted one hand off the sofa, the one nearer to Louisa, and slowly started to rub her shoulder. Her top had slightly slipped to expose her skin there. He didn't know that Louisa had chosen that particular top because of this exact effect. Martin noticed that Louisa didn't object, but cuddled even closer into him. So he started caressing her more intensely, not caring about the telly any longer. The program in front of the screen was far more interesting.

At last the final credits were rolling and Louisa reached for the remote control to switch the TV off.

"That was nice." She stated satisfied.

"I don't know. It was quite…dull, I'd say." Martin couldn't help stating, but in a mellow tone.

"I never miss an episode. One of my guilty pleasures, I suppose. Was it really that bad, sitting here with me, watching this?" She purred, gently stroking his chest.

"Eeehm…No…I mean…" She could see that her actions had the desired effect. His concentration started to falter. Always a good sign.

"I think we had better continue the evening somewhere else."

"Where do you want to go?" Martin asked alarmed. She surely didn't want to spoil this lovely evening at home?

"Not far. Just…" Her eyes pointed towards the stairs. She was all but too aware that in 24 hours he would be back in London. So she had to make the most of Saturday evenings. On the day before he had been 'too tired' and she could imagine that this would be the case for most of their Friday nights. She could understand that after working the whole week in such a strenuous job and then having the bother of the long journey he might not be in the mood for some action. With only two nights a week in his company, she couldn't let too many opportunities slip through her fingers.

She still waited desperately for the time when he would finally lead her up the stairs. For now it was the old routine of her grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the stairs. At least the resistance had worn off.

She quickly but thoroughly freshened up in the bathroom, getting into something more comfortable before he disappeared into the bathroom. Louisa always wondered why he never changed into something more comfortable when he got ready for bed. She supposed he might like it when she undressed him. Either way, she didn't mind removing all that was the official Martin to let the pure Martin appear.

Tonight was no different. He appeared in her bedroom with his shirt buttoned up and completely dressed. She would change that soon. He gawped at her. He still couldn't believe his luck to see such beauty in a bedroom that he was allowed to share. He closed the door behind him and then allowed Louisa to do whatever she liked, and he knew that he would like it, too.

Slowly she started to undress him, enjoying his reactions and seeing his eyes filling with lust. After a while, she had managed to undress him down to his boxer shorts. While he was lying on his back, she sat astride him, wearing only her panties and her bra, running her hands over his chest. He was just about to heave himself up to bury his face into her neck when both of them were stopped in their actions by a meek voice: "Mummy, I'm thirsty."

Martin's eyes widened in terror. He started to stir trying to get Louisa off his chest and cover himself. This was soooo embarrassing! Louisa made no move to help him to get out of his embarrassment. Instead she had slumped onto him, her head on his chest, and started laughing. He couldn't believe it! Peter was standing there, staring at them, and she was laughing! He didn't know how to make himself decent without throwing Louisa off. Urgently he whispered to her that she should get off him, struggling desperately.

"Why are you fighting with Daddy?" The innocent voice came. Martin looked to his offspring with pure horror. How should he ever be able to face him again? Martin had taken on a deep shade of red by now. Louisa saw her embarrassed lover and couldn't help to see the funny side of things. Peter wouldn't know what was going on anyhow. Somehow she had expected him to disturb them at some critical moment sooner or later. Unfortunately it was sooner.

Finally she got off Martin, grabbed her dressing gown to slip it over herself and took Peter by his hand, assuring him that they would get a nice glass of water, and then Peter would be a good boy and go back to bed. As soon as Martin was relieved of Louisa's weight, he desperately got hold of the blanket and disappeared underneath it.

Moments later, Louisa had provided the water for her son and put him firmly back to bed and returned to continue where they had been interrupted. In the meantime, Martin had put on his pyjama bottoms and sleeping T-shirt and had disappeared under the blanket. He had turned onto his side, with his back to Louisa.

Louisa removed her dressing gown and slipped next to him.

"We haven't finished yet." She purred into his ear, stroking the back of his head. Martin tried to brush her hand away as if she was a stinging insect, but she wouldn't give up just yet.

"Come on, Peter will be fast asleep by now. No disturbances until the morning, I presume." She had slid her hand under his top, starting to run her fingernails over his chest.

"Just stop it!" He grunted. She knew that he was deeply embarrassed and so decided to be patient with him.

Instead she thought that desperate times called for desperate measures. So instead of running her fingers up his chest, she reversed the trail. He stubbornly rested on his side, making no attempts to help her to revive their actions. Just shortly before she had reached her destination, he grabbed her hand. "Don't!" There was panic in his voice.

"Don't tell me you're not in the mood any longer. This gives you away." And forcing her way despite his desperate attempts to stop her, she finally let her fingers glide along the very firm evidence that he was indeed very interested. Nevertheless, he just brusquely turned around to yell at her. "You can't possibly expect me to go on as if nothing had happened. He has seen us!" His voice cracked.

"That can't be changed anymore, Martin. Do you really think he already understood what we were up to?"

"I don't care what he understood or did not understand! How could you let me be embarrassed like this? Why couldn't you just let me grab the blanket to cover myself? And how on earth could you … laugh?" He spat the last word in disgust. As much as he loved Louisa, sometimes he didn't understand her at all.

"Sorry, Martin. You blushed so wonderfully."

"Oh, and you found my embarrassment amusing. Very funny."

"Come on, not much had happened, after all." She gently bit his neck.

"Sorry, Louisa. I…I just can't." He rolled over to his side. He was not about to let anything happen tonight. Even when he needed all his self-control he could muster.

Louisa realised that this night was spoilt once and for all. So she slipped into her pyjamas and went back to bed. She poked Martins shoulder: "At least turn around. I just want to cuddle close." He looked towards her over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised, not being sure if he could trust her. "Promise." Louisa assured him.

Finally he turned around and with him lying on his back, Louisa could at least rest her head on his chest. When Martin realised that she really was just snuggling up to him, he relaxed and put his arm around her. Embraced like this, they slowly drifted off.

To be continued…