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This chapter brings Bill and Karen together sexually for the first time. New love reaches into each of their hearts, easing the past sorrow of losing a life partner.
This story may contain peanuts so if you're allergic to romance, oral sex, anal sex, or sex in general, please do not go any further.
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The Ride
The wind blew Karen's blonde hair back as she snuggled close to Bill in his '57 convertible Bel Air. The wide whitewall tires hugged the road as the big heavy car leaned into each twist and turn. A 60's radio station was blasting tunes into the air, and they sang along laughing at each other when one of them got the words wrong.
Bill had his arm draped over her shoulder, and she had a hand on his bare leg, trying to avoid staring at the large bulge in his shorts. Despite having only just met at a mutual friend's party, the two of them quickly became comfortable with each other. Almost as a dare, Bill had shown his big cock to her, and she reciprocated by showing him her perky breasts. They laughed at acting like teenagers, before he drove them off, glad no one had observed them flashing each other.
"Have you ever gone 'skinny dipping'?" asked Bill as the momentum of turning a corner had Karen leaning hard into him, "we could head up to Birch Lake, I know a quiet spot."
The thought of being naked with Bill was on her mind, but she was thinking more along the lines of a private moment. "How quiet is it?" she shakily asked, flashing him a sexy smile.
He could hear the concern in her voice. "So fucking quiet we can do more than skinny-dipping." He glanced at her then worried he might have overstepped the boundaries of their new relationship. "I mean if that's something that interests you," Bill said quickly. He didn't want to push himself on Karen or move too fast; he knew her history was similar to his in that they had both lost loved ones.
Karen wanted to do more with him, much more, but she was also a little intimidated by his size and directness. Bill was a big man not only between his legs but in physical stature and easily outweighed her by a hundred pounds and at least a foot taller. She decided to ignore his comment and change the subject. "So, Claire said you saved Ben's life, and she is forever in your debt. What did you do?"
Bill knew what incident Claire was referring to, he and Ben worked together at the fire department for over twenty years and shared dozens of close calls. After he retired, he, unfortunately, lost his wife to cancer four years ago, and turned into a recluse; today was the first time he allowed himself to attend a social gathering. Claire and Ben are his best friends, and if not for the coaxing to come out into the light, he wouldn't have met Karen today at their barbecue.
"Yeah, I guess I fucking did," Bill said as he pulled out and passed a slow-moving tractor on the road. "It was a long time ago," he said.
She waited for Bill to expand on the story, but he just smirked making the dimples in his cheeks more prominent. She liked looking at his handsome face and his full head of silver grey hair. The pale blue polo-shirt he was wearing stretched to accommodate the muscles on his chest; everything about Bill was big.
"Well, are you going to fucking tell me what happened or not!" laughed Karen.
"You sure do say fuck a lot!" laughed Bill.
This was their new joke between them when they first sat on the bench at the back of Ben and Claire's yard Karen had mentioned how often he used the word fuck. Now Bill was throwing it back at Karen.
"Really? You want to know how I almost got both Ben and I killed?" Bill asked.
The twists and turns in the road were leading them higher into the hills and away from the oppressive heat in the valley. Karen could see Bill was reliving the moment in his mind, and she was suddenly sorry she had brought it up. The faraway look in Bill's eyes indicated to her that he did feel responsible.
"Only if you want to share it, Bill," she said, "You don't have to."
"Maybe later," he said as he gave her a forced smile, "let's enjoy the ride."
He had been given the medal of honor for that call, but it wasn't something he thought he deserved, at least not for that incident. In his thirty-five years of service to the fire department, he had done it all. He had delivered two babies, rescued people from raging waters in a flash flood, performed CPR on dozens of people, even saving some of them, rescuing kids from a burning building, fighting fires of all sizes and shapes, extricating crash victims from accidents, and of course the odd cat or two in a tree.
"Okay," Karen said. Even though the front seat of Bill's classic car was huge, she chose to sit up tight against him. She loved the feel of his arm around her shoulder like he was her protector. Her bare leg was touching his, and the butterflies in her stomach were multiplying. The sunlight on her face felt good like a cleansing of her soul.
Karen was familiar with Birch Lake; it was her favorite lake to kayak on. She couldn't think of one private place to go skinny-dipping and started to worry about being naked in public. As they got higher and higher in the hills, the traffic thinned out until it was just them on the winding road. She was surprised when Bill pulled into a private entrance and drove down the long tree-lined gravel driveway arriving at a quaint lakeside cottage.
The small, pale yellow cedar shingle clad cottage was set back from both the road and the lake; hidden by the mature spruce, pine, and birch trees. Karen had spent many summer days exploring the shores of the lake and never once noticed this cottage. The temperature had dropped at least fifteen degrees, and even though Karen was hot in a different way, the air felt much more comfortable.
"Shall we?" said Bill as he parked his baby under the attached carport.
"Are we trespassing?" she asked, concerned they would get into trouble.
"Well, if the fucking owner comes home I guess I will have to deal with him," Bill said as he puffed out his muscled chest.
Nervously she stepped out of the driver's door as Bill held it open for her. The ride had been exhilarating, it was her first ride in a classic car, and she hoped there would be many more. The birds were singing in the background as they walked up to the worn wooden steps onto the wrap-around deck. Bill held her hand as he guided her around to the lake-side deck. The view was not what she expected. Even though the cottage was on the lake, she saw a small lagoon in front of the cottage fed from the lake. The trees mostly hid the channel, but she could see it entered in one spot and exited in another leaving a treed island in between. In all the years she had been coming to Birch Lake she had never noticed this channel or cottage.
"It's beautiful Bill," Karen finally said as she took it all in. "so private and yet the lake is so close. Is this your place?"
Bill was not one for words but right now even simple ones didn't want to flow from his mouth. Looking at Karen as the sunlight reflected off her blonde hair made her seem like an angel to him. She was much younger than him, maybe ten years or so and he suddenly felt very insecure. "I promised you a private place to skinny-dip," he stammered as he looked down at her, "are you still up for it?"
Even though they had just met today, she instinctively knew Bill would not take advantage of her unless she wanted him to. Still, the idea of sharing their nakedness was unnerving. "Okay," she said nervously looking in the cottage windows to see if anyone was inside.
"I'm just as nervous as you are," Bill said, "and yes this is my place so no one will be spying on us. Why don't you walk down to the pond and I will grab a couple of towels for us."
