The visit pt1
I was standing in the arrivals hall at Heathrow
Terminal 3 waiting for Claire's plane to land, and so
thrilled that we were about to meet face to face for
the first time.
We got to know each other through Facebook. She's
a friend of a friend, and we became connected
because we started seeing each other's posts and
we seemed to share a sense of humour and view on
life, and it just sort of progressed from there. We
became close friends, emailing and chatting
regularly with video calls on Facebook, sharing
domestic details of our lives.
Then, about a month ago, she said she wanted to
visit the UK and could I recommend somewhere for
her to stay? I thought about it, and even discussed
it with my husband, Chris. He immediately said,
"The Cotswolds. Quintessentially English
countryside. She'll love it." I thought this was a
wonderful idea, at least as a starting point for her
adventure, so I wrote back to her enthusing about
the idyllic setting, the beautiful, quiet villages, the
rolling landscape.
In reply I got a plea back from Leah. Could I help
her with finding somewhere? She wasn't sure what
would be best. So I did a search and came up with a
sweet looking two bedroom cottage, with it's own
private garden, in a small town with all the
essentials: A restaurant which was highly
recommended, a couple of decent looking pubs, and
a few small local shops and supermarkets. It was
also close enough that I could make a day trip
down to finally meet her, but most importantly it
was available for a week at the time Claire was
thinking of coming to visit. I e-mailed her:
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Claire,
I think I have the perfect place for you. See the link
below. What do you think?
Fiona
xxx
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Within an hour I had a response:
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Wow Fiona!
That place looks wonderful. I've already booked it
for the second week in August. I know it's a bit
cheeky, but is there any chance you could come
and meet me at the airport and drive me down
there? Public transport doesn't look great and I've
never driven a right hand drive car before. I'm flying
in on Friday morning, so maybe you could stay at
the cottage with me for a couple of days while I find
my feet?
So excited, and hope you don't mind me asking.
Love Claire
xxx
———————————
Of course I had no problem, it would be nice to get
away. I talked to Chris and he said, "Why don't you
take the whole week with her? Have a little holiday
and then she'll have local transport."
"That sounds great, but are you sure?"
"Of course," he smiled, "give me a chance to catch
up with a couple of the guys."
And with that I emailed back:
———————————
Hi Claire,
Of course that wouldn't be a problem. In fact Chris
has suggested I come and stay the whole week.
Would that be ok? Or would I just cramp your style
and get under your feet?
Love
Fiona xxx
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Fiona!
What a wonderful surprise! I would love to spend a
week with my new best friend!
Really thrilled we'll be spending a whole week
together!
Love
Claire
xxxx
———————————
And that was that. It was decided. What I hadn't
ever revealed to Claire was that from our exchange
of pictures, just normal photos, nothing salacious,
and out face only video chats, I was really quite
enamoured of her. I wouldn't describe myself as a
lesbian, I am married after all, but I certainly do
identify myself as bisexual. Of course, it was just a
fantasy in my head, and I wouldn't ever dream of
scaring her and following up on my feelings, but it
meant it was going to make for an interesting week.
However, can I just say that Claire is gorgeous? I'm
5'6' and she's a stunning 5'11". It probably meant I
was going to be spending more time in heels than I
usually do, but I really didn't mind that. Other
contrasts are that she has short-ish, red-brown
hair in a really lovely rough cut. I'm a strawberry
blonde bordering on a redhead, and I wear my hair
just past my shoulders. Additionally I'm 48 and
she's ten years younger.
I was standing in the arrivals hall at Heathrow
Terminal 3 waiting for Claire's plane to land, and so
thrilled that we were about to meet face to face for
the first time.
We got to know each other through Facebook. She's
a friend of a friend, and we became connected
because we started seeing each other's posts and
we seemed to share a sense of humour and view on
life, and it just sort of progressed from there. We
became close friends, emailing and chatting
regularly with video calls on Facebook, sharing
domestic details of our lives.
Then, about a month ago, she said she wanted to
visit the UK and could I recommend somewhere for
her to stay? I thought about it, and even discussed
it with my husband, Chris. He immediately said,
"The Cotswolds. Quintessentially English
countryside. She'll love it." I thought this was a
wonderful idea, at least as a starting point for her
adventure, so I wrote back to her enthusing about
the idyllic setting, the beautiful, quiet villages, the
rolling landscape.
In reply I got a plea back from Leah. Could I help
her with finding somewhere? She wasn't sure what
would be best. So I did a search and came up with a
sweet looking two bedroom cottage, with it's own
private garden, in a small town with all the
essentials: A restaurant which was highly
recommended, a couple of decent looking pubs, and
a few small local shops and supermarkets. It was
also close enough that I could make a day trip
down to finally meet her, but most importantly it
was available for a week at the time Claire was
thinking of coming to visit. I e-mailed her:
———————————
Claire,
I think I have the perfect place for you. See the link
below. What do you think?
Fiona
xxx
———————————
Within an hour I had a response:
———————————
Wow Fiona!
That place looks wonderful. I've already booked it
for the second week in August. I know it's a bit
cheeky, but is there any chance you could come
and meet me at the airport and drive me down
there? Public transport doesn't look great and I've
never driven a right hand drive car before. I'm flying
in on Friday morning, so maybe you could stay at
the cottage with me for a couple of days while I find
my feet?
So excited, and hope you don't mind me asking.
Love Claire
xxx
———————————
Of course I had no problem, it would be nice to get
away. I talked to Chris and he said, "Why don't you
take the whole week with her? Have a little holiday
and then she'll have local transport."
"That sounds great, but are you sure?"
"Of course," he smiled, "give me a chance to catch
up with a couple of the guys."
And with that I emailed back:
———————————
Hi Claire,
Of course that wouldn't be a problem. In fact Chris
has suggested I come and stay the whole week.
Would that be ok? Or would I just cramp your style
and get under your feet?
Love
Fiona xxx
———————————
———————————
Fiona!
What a wonderful surprise! I would love to spend a
week with my new best friend!
Really thrilled we'll be spending a whole week
together!
Love
Claire
xxxx
———————————
And that was that. It was decided. What I hadn't
ever revealed to Claire was that from our exchange
of pictures, just normal photos, nothing salacious,
and out face only video chats, I was really quite
enamoured of her. I wouldn't describe myself as a
lesbian, I am married after all, but I certainly do
identify myself as bisexual. Of course, it was just a
fantasy in my head, and I wouldn't ever dream of
scaring her and following up on my feelings, but it
meant it was going to make for an interesting week.
However, can I just say that Claire is gorgeous? I'm
5'6' and she's a stunning 5'11". It probably meant I
was going to be spending more time in heels than I
usually do, but I really didn't mind that. Other
contrasts are that she has short-ish, red-brown
hair in a really lovely rough cut. I'm a strawberry
blonde bordering on a redhead, and I wear my hair
just past my shoulders. Additionally I'm 48 and
she's ten years younger.
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