The Public Square

The Public Square The Public Square

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A lady, especially one who pushes the boundaries of propriety, must be enticing.

Summary

A lady, especially one who pushes the boundaries of propriety, must be enticing.

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Submitted: June 22, 2011

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Submitted: June 22, 2011

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She had intended only to do a bit of shopping in town. After all, it was a rare and lovely day for an English autumn, and she intended to make the most of it. However, when an eccentric and still virile widow is faced with such deliciousness, how is she to overlook the temptation? People might talk, but that wouldn’t bother her – it had never bothered her. She came from a simple family and had no need for the social ladder-climbing that was so prevalent with the well-to-do. Her husband had been kind enough to leave her with more than enough funds to continue living as she wished. She had wandered into the garden square at the center of town, and watched with a secret smile as the gentleman, a little older than herself, made his way around the square, taking his time, appreciating the beauty of the many flowers to be found. She could see how his eyes caressed each petal that he stopped to study and could almost swear the flower trembled in pleasurable response. Her parasol shielding her face from the sun, she stood near a bench, not daring to sit, as it was still damp from yesterday’s rains and she didn’t wish to ruin her dress. Eventually the man made his way to where she stood and he smiled warmly. “Lovely day.” She mirrored his smile. “It is quite agreeable today.” He nodded and continued slowly on his trek around the garden, still taking his time with each flower. She continued watching him and the way he moved, not bothering to hide her cool interest should he take a moment to gaze at her. It wasn’t until he finished his circuit that he looked at her again. The corners of her mouth perked as he walked again toward her, his eyes twinkling, swinging his walking cane casually. “I seem to have done something to gain your interest, my dear. Pray, what was it?” She turned her sweeping gaze over the garden. “I was intrigued with the care you took with each flower. It was almost as if each one blossomed just a little more under your gaze.” “Yet they all pale in comparison to your beauty,” he countered, his voice soft for the sake of what could become a very private conversation in a very public place. Her gaze returned to his face and she looked into his cerulean blue eyes. She couldn’t help but smile. “You are quite the charmer, Sir. Many men with such silver tongues might be considered dangerous. Are you dangerous?” she asked, a teasing twinkle in her eye. He laughed quietly. “It is not so much charm as what your strong presence compels me to say. I think it is you who may be dangerous to a lonely old man.” Her breathing deepened a little. Yes, this was a promising start. Her fingers darted into her handbag and pulled out a small card. She handed it to him. “Come for tea any day.” The gentleman hesitated for only a moment before he took the proffered card. He watched with genuine interest as she walked out of the garden and up the street. Once she was out of sight, he tucked the card into a pocket and whistled his way home.


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