One thing that stayed as fresh as the first time was that feeling of two moaning people joined together in the throes of hot, passionate sex.
Feeling the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, her hands swept down the sides of his back delighting in his muscles even as her hands settled on his ass. It flexed as he drove down into her; she helped him along pulling him while shoving her crotch up to meet him.
In her mind's eye she saw her legs splayed out, she was as open as she could get wanting him to get all the way deep inside her.
His hands caressed the back of her head, fingers entwining into her honey blonde hair. Colored? Oh probably, but so what, she was still way more sexy than any woman he'd ever bedded before. He realized that just looking into the depths of her ice blue eyes. Her sex gripped him in a velvety, slippery warmth. His tongue sought a similar haven as he began French kissing her. He wasn't in any hurry to come, those "wham bam" days of his youth had deserted him in recent years, besides, he found pure enjoyment in making love for longer periods of time ... and she was coming enough for the two of them, excited by the feel of hot, naked male flesh ...
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They say you can't ever, really go back home, at least in the sense of how it was in your younger days. And yet, as Rob looked over his itinerary, the thought of being back in Michigan for the best part of summer got him yearning to again be in that land of four seasons. Feeling the changes in summer temperatures, stormy and hot one day, cool and clear the next. Tasting the fruits of the temperate climate -- strawberries, peaches, blueberries, watermelon and so much more. Seeing the bathing beauties who flocked to the big lakes to lay out on the pristine beaches next to the azure colored waters.
He let his mind wander to thoughts of Linda in her younger years laying out in a tiny bikini. He wondered what choice of clothing she'd wear when she came to get him at the airport. No doubt she'd look hot.
He had to laugh to himself as his recollections of her led to the visions of his youth. Those certainly didn't make him laugh then. In fact, he remembered those days of instantly getting hard even in the middle of college algebra class as he thought of how she would look naked. No, his laughter came from the idea that he realized he was likely going to finally see her nude. Their phone calls and chats online left no doubt there was a level of interest far beyond reestablishing an old friendship. For now though, his cock was in the relaxed state middle age often kept it at.
Five workout days and a much more sensible diet kept him from looking seven months pregnant like a lot of men and women his age, but even with that fitness Mr. Happy seemed more content to kick back and watch the world go by then stand up shouting, "PICK ME!"
Browsing through the friends of friends one day, he came upon her photo on a social networking sight. He was delighted when she accepted his friend request, and they proceeded to correspond for about a year online. He'd always wondered what became of the blonde haired, blue eyed honey with the substantial physical assets that drew his attention in high school and college. As a young man he'd been too fearful to ask her out certain that she was out of his league.
His fear guaranteed his expectation.
While Linda stayed near home, Rob graduated college then entered the military service as an officer. His life was one spent traveling about the globe seeing many exciting lands, or so she thought. Europe, South America, New Zealand -- he'd seen much of the world, but he hadn't been home to Michigan in decades.
And, though he was once married, he felt like for much of his married life he lived without passion definitely without romance. That of course ended years ago leaving him at peace with himself, and yet hopeful he could find someone to mesh his life with.
Linda wasn't necessarily "looking for love" or sex for that matter online. She connected with a lot of her old female friends and compared notes like people do after years apart. Kids, career, men, where do you live; all those accessories that end up defining a life.
She'd experienced all of that over the past 30 years. The carefree life of youth, trying out different men looking for a good fit. She eventually found one in her husband, a successful and wealthy lawyer. Shortly after that her maternal instincts kicking in. Thirty-two years old and the thoughts of having kids became her heart's desire. They had a boy, but complications in pregnancy prevented her from having another.
Fifteen years later her husband wandered off in pursuit of some cute, young airhead, which was just as well. They had pretty much just stayed married for the sake of the boy. At least it seemed that was his position. Her inability to have kids led to a more satisfying sex life, though with the threat of AIDS she was much more careful then the days of her youth. A sweet divorce settlement and the salary of her corporate sales job kept her living the good life even as her son announced at age 18 he was moving to Los Angeles to make it big in the music industry.
Two years of life alone was OK with her. She dated some, traveled and just settled in to middle aged life. One thing she never settled for though was the effects of gravity and age on her body. She continued to hit the gym four or five times a week to keep her body looking something like the 36C-23-34 package of her youth. She was 49, still a slim and attractive 5-foot, 7-inch woman. No cosmetic work, just exercise, a little makeup, some time in the sun and a hint of hair color to hide the gray.
Driving to the airport, she giggled to herself as she recalled young Rob. Oh, he was so shy and yet cute in a way too. She certainly thought him good looking, but she couldn't approach him. In those days women didn't do that sort of thing. At least not the women she knew.
Judging from his pictures, she noticed he'd matured and filled out. She liked what she saw. Of course he was always tall, but now he looked to be about 205 pounds, nice wide shoulders, sexy biceps and a tight, little ass.
They laughed a lot in their conversations, he complimented her photos and kicked himself that he never asked her out when he was young.
She boosted his spirits and said it was never too late to ask. Eventually she invited him to come spend a week with her at the family cottage on Loon Lake. She said she needed to decide whether or not to sell the old place or her house downstate. Business was closer where she lived outside of Detroit, but she didn't really know how much longer she wanted to work.
She asked him his favorite trip when he lived in Michigan, and Rob mentioned a youth club camp out to an island on a lake upstate.
"I remember that trip for three reasons: one the weather was fantastic, two the fish were biting; and three, you were there Linda. I specifically recall a yellow bikini and a rich, deep brown tan. I'm sure you can imagine what that does to a boy's ability to walk, talk or do almost any basic function. Course, I was too afraid to say much to you."
"Yeah, I remember. I wanted you to say something, but I didn't think you were interested."
