[Pedro the Fisherman]

For the next 30 minutes, we sat cuddled together hardly saying a word. Occasionally I'd run my fingertips along her arms and across her breasts, this sent little shivers through her. This lovely experience was brought to a conclusion by the cat who decided it was time to resume its nocturnal pursuits. The wriggled free turned to face me “right, I'm going to send you home now, mister. I think we have already gone much further than I'd planned and I'm sticking to my rules...as much as I can, anyway!”
I collected my clothing and dressed quickly.

She returns from the bathroom, now wearing a ridiculously short robe, that doesn't quite cover much below the waist. She looked at me and said “ it was my daughter's when she was 10, she never wore it, so I kept it for emergency wear!” I grinned, “looks lovely from here" I jested. She was already opening the door for the cat who shot out like a rocket. Standing in the doorway, the bottom of her neat little triangle visible where the robe did not quite meet. “can you let the cat out, when you go please? (There was already a yowling from the floor below) and don't I get a kiss goodnight first" I took a step back and we engaged in yet another deep French kiss, my hand slid down her back and soon ran out of robe. I stroked one very firm bottom cheek and started to work forward “enough!” she said “go home or one of us might regret something!”

I virtually danced down the steps, looking back at her silhouetted in the doorway. I reached the outside communal door for the three apartments. “how does it work?” I half whispered. The cat, bored with waiting was now laying into the wood with its razor sharp claws. “push it and turn it" came the witch's voice. “won't move" I replied. “ thought you'd been a pilot and you can't open a door “ I replied “ I wasn't a pilot, I was a...” “ sshh”, she said descending the stairs, trying in vain to pull her robe down.

She pushed past me, tutting loudly. With one movement rather forceful the door swung open, a second later the outside light popped on and simultaneously her robe tie gave way, leaving her totally open at the front. This would not have mattered except a second later three young Male students arrived at the doorway, eyes popping out on stalks! “shit!” screamed the witch trying to cover herself in three directions at once. “evening” said the boldest one and they all filed past us, into the hallway, before unlocking the door to the ground floor apartment, sneaking more than one cheeky glance back. “my neighbours” whispered the witch “they are trainee vicars!” I smiled, “one up for Christianity, I'd say” and kissed her on the top of her head. “goodnight gorgeous” she smiled up “ goodnight mister, text me before you go to bed please, I want to know you get back safely” I promised I would and walked down the communal pathway. Looking back, she was still there, the robe still open to the whole evening world.
My journey back was over in what seemed like seconds. Still reeling from what had happened, my mind was filled with her form, her fragrance and her taste. I texted her from my bed, the simple heartfelt reply I got touched me inside. For the first time in almost two decades, I was either infatuated...or in love with...with a bloody tattooed witch! I was ecstatic and I was troubled in equal measure.

The next day, we spoke twice and we arranged our next date. She would drive over to my place and I'd cook something for us, after I'd given her a tour of the town's historic sites. My full time caring role did not extend to weekends normally, professional carers covered those days, allowing me to have some form of social life. I bought wine, to offer just a glass to her if she was driving home...or more, should she decide to stay the night! That aspect was left unsaid at the time.

Friday, early evening. I'd prepped my meal and it would only take a few minutes to be cooked and served. She arrived 20 minutes late, but breezed in the door, beaming her bewitching wide smile. Rummaging inside a large bag, she pulled out a bottle of something and waved it at me. “can this go in the fridge...if you have one?” she said, checking out the inside of my small but new apartment. After popping the bottle away, she rummaged around again and pulled out a small wash bag...”bathroom?” I grinned, nearly matching hers! “into the bedroom and turn right" I instructed. She soon returned and informed me “hope you've got plenty of towels, that over bath shower looks like it might be tight for two!” Down below, I felt a stirring inside my underwear...again!