They had dated briefly in high school, and then moved on to others. Jeff had married a girl he met in college, and Liz had married the quarterback of the football team. Suddenly, they were face to face at the twenty-fifth high school reunion. He was blown away by her beauty; she was pleasantly surprised by his well-kept physique and slightly graying temples.
"Hello, Liz. Remember me-Jeff Davis?" he asked.
"I certainly do!" she said excitedly, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek. "Where have you been all these years?"
"Alice and I settled about two hours north of here, never had children, were planning on growing old together," he answered, his voice trailing off.
"Were, as in past tense?" she asked.
"Yes, past. Alice developed a rare kidney disease and died in less than two months after her diagnosis. She was forty; I've been alone for three years."
"Oh, Jeff, I'm so sorry. Are you OK?" she asked, looking deeply onto his eyes, and showing genuine concern with her own.
"I guess so. This is the first time I've been away from home since her death, but I felt I needed to reconnect with people, and since I know almost everyone here, this seemed like a good place to start a new life," he said, taking her offered hands and holding them softly.
"You look great. Let me see-didn't you and Brad Miller get married right after graduation?" he asked.
Her hands gripped his tightly and here expression change noticeably. Dropping her head, she whispered, "Yes, but it didn't work out. Let's enjoy this party and I'll fill you in later."
Content with the information, Jeff got them a drink and proceeded to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman for the first time in a while. They danced, enjoyed a great meal, and reconnected with several old friends, many of whom thought they were a couple.
As the evening wound down, the last song came on and as Jeff held Liz close, he was surprised to feel his cock stirring in his pants. Undoubtedly, he was holding the sexiest woman he had ever known, and time had only increased her appeal. Her breasts, while not soft, were pressing against his pecs, and her thighs seemed to stay in contact with his groin. Since his wife's death, Jeff had thrown himself into his work and turned up his workouts at the gym so that he was slim and toned well beyond most men his age. The confidence he had gained showed in his dress and work. He was light on his feet, and Liz complemented him on his dancing ability.
"Thank you, sweet lady, but you make dancing quite a pleasure," he laughed, pulling her even closer.
She could feel his cock as it stiffened, and suddenly pulled back. "Look Jeff, I need to explain something before we get carried away. Meet me in the bar in fifteen minutes," she said, leaving him alone on the dance floor, and hurrying out the door.
Unsure of what to do, Jeff found the bar and took a stool. The bar was decorated like an Irish pub, and the waitress' outfit fit the décor. A tall redhead, she wore a short, green one-piece outfit that hugged all her curves and showed off her large breasts. In fact, the bodice of the "uniform" was laced loosely so that her areolas were barely covered, giving the casual viewer an occasional glimpse of pink.
Jeff was concentrating on the waitress when Liz caught his attention. He left his stool and guided her to a table, motioning the waitress over, enjoying the saucy bounce of her tits as she approached the table. "Hi. I'm Erin. What can I get you two lovebirds?" she asked.
"Rum and Coke for me and whatever she wants," said Jeff, still mesmerized by the statuesque waitress.
"I'll have the same," said Liz, barely containing her laughter. When Jeff looked at her with a question in his eyes, she burst out. "Damn, Jeff. Why don't you just ask her to undress and save yourself the eyestrain?"
"Was I that obvious?' he asked sheepishly.
"Obvious is hardly the word for it. Anyway, I have something to tell you and I need all your attention. Then, maybe we can discuss how to get that oversized leprechaun out of her uniform."
Erin returned with their drinks before Jeff could absorb Liz's meaning, so he just went with the flow.
Liz tasted her drink, then set it down. "I feel I owe you an apology and an explanation for how I acted while we were dancing."
"You don't owe me anything, especially if telling me makes you uncomfortable," said Jeff earnestly.
"Oh, no, I'm comfortable with it. You see, Mike and I got married shortly after graduation. We had a fairy tale wedding, but he changed once we were married. It was as if I was his property, and he wanted to control my every move. He began to drink, we argued, and he finally raped me on our one-month anniversary. I turned up pregnant, and he left me the next day. I haven't seen or heard from him since. Our daughter is eighteen and graduated from high school last month," she said, pouring out her heart as a very concerned Jeff listened silently.
"It must have been hard for you," he said sincerely.
"It was at first, but my little girl, Lila, grew up fast and I was able to get an education. I now own three real estate offices, and work about twenty hours a week. In fact, I told my staff to expect me back when they saw me," she told him, finishing her drink, and waving the waitress over.
They ordered again, and once more, Jeff took the opportunity to try and undress the beautiful redhead with his eyes, a fact not lost on Liz.
"Look, I've got another confession to make, and I just hope you understand," she said, moving her hand to caress the back of his. "When we were dancing, I felt your erection and it terrified me. Mike hurt me so badly that I haven't been with another man since he ran out on me, and I just don't know how to handle the pressure. In fact, I've tried dating other men, but I can't seem to get over my ingrained fear. I finally turned to other women and have had some wonderful relationships. I hope you aren't offended or think I'm a terrible mother."
Absorbing this newest piece of information took a moment, but finally Jeff took her hand in his and said, "I can imagine how you felt, and if it works for you, makes you happy, I respect your decision. You're obviously very smart and know what you want. I have been celibate for some time, even before my wife died. Her disease wouldn't allow us pleasure, but I haven't really noticed until we were dancing."
"Well, you seem to be making up for lost time with Erin there. I wonder what time she gets off," Liz said, a devilish smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Would you like to have some fun before you have to go home?"
"Yes, I suppose so," Jeff said hesitantly. "I don't have to be back at work until Wednesday. What do you have in mind?"
"I think we may be able to seduce that redheaded Amazon," she said, winking as she shrugged her blazer off her shoulders. Her top was completely sheer, with a satin band holding it in place over the swell of her magnificent breasts. Jeff had never seen such a perfectly shaped pair of breasts and said so.
"Well, money can't buy everything, but it sure can get you a killer set of boobs!" Liz said, laughing heartily, which only caused her tits to jiggle seductively. "Watch this," she said as she caught Erin's eye and motioned towards the restroom with her head. As she got up and walked down the hallway, Jeff took his time admiring the confident sway of her luscious ass. His view was blocked when the equally fantastic ass of Erin followed Liz into the ladies' room. He pretended to watch one of the many TV's and was unaware that Liz had returned until she cleared her throat.
"Hold you hand under the table," she said, almost whispering.
Quick to comply, Jeff felt her place a silky piece of something in his hand. When he drew it back to the edge of the table, he was stunned to see what appeared to be a green, silk thong. Looking at Liz with surprise, he noted her lipstick was smudged slightly and her puffy pink nipples were creating very noticeable tents in the wispy fabric of her top.
"She's ours," Liz said simply. "She'll be in my suite tomorrow afternoon at two. Think you can make it?"
"Sure, but what can I expect? I mean, Erin's sexy as hell, and I'd sure like to see where this thong came from, but what about you? How are you going to fit in?" he asked simply.
"Oh, I'll be right there with you to give a helping hand if needed, to keep things hot and steamy, and maybe even participate. Is that what you had in mind?" she asked.
"Look, I know Mike treated you like shit, but you have to know not all men are like that. Some of them, me included, treasure a woman. Her touch, her laugh, just her presence makes many of us happy and I don't want to put you in a position where you'll make a decision you might regret later."
"Jeff Davis-you know that I'm my own woman. I make decisions every day, and my choice about sex is one that I've been satisfied with for years. If and when a man comes along that I want to have sex with, I'll do it, but only when I want to. I'm not a youngster, so easily swayed by a pretty smile and broad shoulders. Does that answer your questions?" she asked as she put on her coat.
