Oh Carol

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The last time Elis had seen the mild-mannered woman sitting opposite him, she’d been sneaking out of his hotel room at about 5 in the morning.  Moments before that she’d shuddered to an almighty orgasm that probably woke half the hotel and rendered the subsequent sneaking virtually pointless. Moments before that she’d been throwing Elis around the bed like a rag doll; getting him into the perfect position. She was like a woman possessed; a wild look in her eyes, determination on her face. Looking at her now sitting pretty in this little Cardiff indie café, it was hard to believe it was the same woman.

It had been the climax to the Christmas away day, which the bosses had stressed was a serious meeting for the management team, but soon descended into a mass booze-up. Carol had been next to Elis all day. She was new to the company and told him she thought he had a friendly face. Elis was not complaining at all. Everyone knew Elis and Elis knew everyone. He was the perfect person to take care of a newbie; especially one as cute as Carol.

She looked like Lisa Loeb. Kooky glasses, a come and get me smile and a ridiculously straight fringe on a shoulder length bob. She was Elis’s perfect woman and to top it off there was no ring on her finger. She was manna from heaven. 

They’d kissed first just outside the toilets; a quick wet kiss that ended just before the boss walked around the corner. The second kiss was while they were out having a quick smoke. It was cold in the car park, Carol’s nipples showing clearly beneath her blouse. This time their kiss was interrupted by the head of accounts heading out towards his car.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret on Monday,” he’d said, smiling at the two lovebirds.

Finally, they’d got themselves back to Elis’s room where they’d licked, bitten, kissed and scratched their way through the rest of the night, until Carol had crawled away promising to be in touch, and Elis had drifted off into a satisfied snooze.

That had been three weeks ago. Since then there had been a few flirty emails in work but the Christmas Holidays, the January rush and the fact that she was in head office in Bristol, meant there’d been no chance of a repeat performance.

Elis had just squeezed himself into the corner table of the café. The Dad, the two toddlers and granny and gramps on the next table were nearly spreading over on to his table but there was just enough space for him. He would normally avoid families like the plague but this was the only free table in the whole place, so he had no choice.  It was a cute family. The dad was one of those devilishly handsome men who looked like he was the rugby captain at school and opened the batting at cricket. The toddlers were fair-haired little angels. Elis smiled at them and then got his book out and settled down to a few chapters of Extraordinary Rendition. A waft of familiar perfume made him aware of the mother coming back from the toilet, but he was so engrossed in his book he didn’t look up. But then he heard a voice he instantly recognised.