[Pedro the Fisherman]

Thanks for your encouragement, I'll continue my story, but possibly not as prolifically as before!


That Sunday evening I held the note and my fingers were tempted to pick up my mobile. I knew that by now, she should be back home, about a 30 minute drive away. Whilst thinking of this my mind was taken over by what would have happened to the witch since this morning. Who did she pick (or who picked her?) for ‘doctors and nurses’ and which two guys got to soap her body in the shower. Within seconds, I'd released my straining cock from my jeans and as I mulled over the possibility of someone doing the same thing I'd done in my first HAI session, my hand got to work...I came forcefully. Shit, I could have done that, I bet she was the type to stand with her feet apart, inviting ‘no barriers' to be pushed to the limit.

I then felt a wave of depression, is the witch ‘my type'? M had pretty much told me so on the journey home, once I'd read the note. She reminded me of my well versed hate of tattoos. That much was true!

I'd got a scholarship into the Armed Forces, straight from high school and served as an officer for most of my 20s.Most of my contemporaries went to University (only about the top 12% went in those days, unlike today when most go) and now have good jobs. None of them or their wives have tattoos (that I'm aware of!), will they find a ‘tattooed witch’ a bit too odd, when we socialise? Maybe, just put the paper in the bin, plenty more fish in the sea (the dating site I was using at the time) and maybe after this weekend, M is more open to dating? Her embarrassed nudity had been quite a turn on to me.

I mulled things over for 24 hours, a potential date blew me out for midweek (had contact with someone better over the weekend, I suspected) so I had nothing on the horizon. If I'd seen the photo I posted on a dating website and had an approach, would I respond? Damn right I would! Whilst not stunning, she has a warm round face, big blue eyes and a very kissable mouth. I'd not see or know anything until we'd actually met, face to face.

Trembling, I dialled the number. After ringing for a short period it cut off. I tried again, with the same result. Was there a fault? Perhaps she had not activated the message function? Or, did she just not recognise the number, so cut me off intentionally. I waited until 9pm, and gave it another try.
After three rings, a click and before I said a word, the witch's voice said “Hello you, you took your time, but better marks for persistence!” I didn't have the presence of mind to ask her how she k we it was me, I heard myself apologising for waiting, explaining I didn't want to call her after a long day and a long drive. She giggled “you're not wrong about the busy day!” I felt a stirring in my underwear, but decided not to pursue that conversation.
She then asked if I had pen and paper handy, I didn't but told her to wait whilst I got some from the kitchen. With my half completed shopping list in my hand, the witch gave me a series of letters and a number. My brain looked at the ‘code’ trying to decipher it, when she announced “we need to talk, be there before 10pm, as I've got work tomorrow” and with that she hung up.

Then the penny dropped, it was a postcode and the number (I assume) her house number. I opened Google maps and popped in the postcode, this gave me a road and told me under current light traffic conditions it was 24 minutes away by car. The clock said it 9.21 PM, I had little time to think this over. Before I really knew what I was doing, I was out of the door and in my car...it was pouring with rain!

Getting to her road was easy, however seeing house numbers in the dark and finding a parking slot was difficult. I used my phone to get a closer look on Google. It appeared to be several apartments, set back from the road. With my phone torch, I scanned the buttons for her number, it was there, but not easy to read. In the slot for the name by the button was a small cartoon black cat. I pushed the button and without any conversation, the door buzzed and opened. On the first floor, I heard a door being opened. I went up, again my heart pounding and a heightened sense of excitement filling my head.

The witch was standing in her doorway “hallo you" she said and beamed a broad smile. I was taken by how small she was (4ft 11 inches) and now, wearing denim dungarees and a baggy shirt, she again looked so much younger than I knew she was. I suddenly realised I had brought nothing with me, no wine or flowers. As I reached the door, apologising madly, she raised her small index finger and gently placed it on my lips. I didn't ask for anything else, just you. Let's move inside, as we need to talk.

The apartment was full of stuff, clothes piled high, awaiting an iron, a loom with a half completed tapestry and the biggest black long haired cat I'd ever seen. “Oh, just push her off the seat, she's normally out hunting at this time, but I guess she's curious to see you". I sat to one side of the cat, who stared at me menacingly.

The witch started the conversation “have we got a mutual attraction thing going on here?” before I had time to answer her she added how rude of me, I didn't offer you a tea or coffee” “um a coffee would be nice" replying quickly to give me time. “ decaffeinated alright?” she said, already disappearing into the kitchen. The cat still staring got up and moved to the small armchair the witch had vacated.

After two minutes, the witch appeared with two mugs. On seeing the cat, she tutted and continued to where I was on the two seat sofa, also piled with books and paper. Putting down the cups, with a single sweep, the books were ejected onto the floor. She took there place, sitting sideways, her back to the arm, her knees drawn up under her chin...just how she had been before her demonstration of self pleasure the previous Saturday. I looked down, her small bare feet were touching the sleeve of my sweatshirt. She smiled again and said “ was that a fair statement, I'm not normally wrong?”

I realised she probably wasn't wrong, so replied “ you are a gorgeous, funny lady with a beguiling way of doing things, what on earth do you see in me?”. “oh, I see a lot in you ‘mister' from the second you put your head around the door of my room, to the things M told me about you, when we talked for hours about the shit men we'd both had in our lives” “ I'm not exactly George Clooney" I replied. “no, but you're a nice guy and they are few and far between in my book". After a moment she then added “Do you want to give it a try?” I hesitated for a few seconds until I felt her toes move again and then said “ seems like a good plan". “hmm, not the most romantic response I've had, but finish your coffee and push off now! I'm free every evening except Thursday this week and I like Italian food the best...text me with your plans tomorrow!” I had only sipped the coffee once, but put the mug down and picked up my jacket from the floor. She got up and led me to the door “until tomorrow then” she said as I squeezed past her in the open doorway. “until tomorrow” I replied, stooping down to give her a small peck on the cheek. She quickly went up on tiptoes and her lips were placed firmly on mine. After a few seconds she stepped back into her doorway “that'll do for tonight “ she whispered and the door closed with a loud click. I returned down the stairs and out into the rain, what the hell have I done!