Amy and I crossed paths over the decades. We mostly saw each other at cemeteries Memorial Day Weekend and funerals. We smiled at each other. We knew we were thinking about our trysts years ago.
Five months after my wife passed from cancer Amy's husband, a big-time cattle rancher, was killed when his horse rolled over him. Initially the doctors thought he was going to recover, but the next day he passed from internal injuries. His name was Kevin. He was a smart cattleman and well liked. The funeral was held at the small town church Amy and Kevin attended.
The church was jammed with mourners. There must have been 200 people inside the church. Loudspeakers and folding chairs were set up outside for the overflow. Fortunately, the temperature was 20 degrees below normal that June afternoon, so no one was sweating. Amy was wearing a black crepe dress that reached a few inches below her knees with matching black heels.
What was cool was half a mile from the cemetery the funeral procession stopped. All Kevin's male relatives and close friends got on horses and led the funeral procession to the cemetery. The cowboys wore white dress shirts, blue jeans and chaps. Very appropriate for the occasion.
At the receiving line in front of the casket I offered my condolences. Amy was sobbing. She said nothing, just sobbed.
Back at the church during Kevin's celebration of life we had time to chat.
"Well, here we are in the same boat, losing spouses the same year." Amy said.
"I know it's tough. Look, if you ever want to talk give me a call." I gave her my card with my cell telephone number.
Amy forced a grin. "I will." We hugged. I departed. I did not expect to receive a call.
A month later Amy called. We chatted about lots of things. It was our being like cousins, early romance and losing spouses that brought us together.
"If you want to call or meet let me know."
"I will." Amy responded.
The following month Amy called again. The conversation was similar to the prior one, but more positive. Her spirits were getting better.
The next month Amy called on a Monday. She wanted to get together.
I told her I could see her Saturday. We would go to dinner and talk.
Amy lived 30 minutes from Bartlesville, Oklahoma. Bartlesville was the former headquarters of Phillips Petroleum. Surely, first rate restaurants and hotels remained.
Unfortunately, Phillips moved most of its operations from Bartlesville to Houston 10 years earlier. As a result, 5-star restaurants and hotels found in a large oil company headquarters town no longer existed.
I had to settle for a room with a king-sized bed at the Hilton Garden Inn for myself, and possibly Amy.
Dining wise there were two highly rated steakhouses. Looking on the internet neither had standout decor. So, I selected the steakhouse with the highest prices. I made reservations for 2 at 6:00 PM Saturday evening.
I checked into the hotel at 4:00 PM. I got 2 room keys. Prior to checking in I bought a bottle of champagne. Once in the room I placed the bottle in an ice filled sink and unwrapped 2 plastic cups.
For the evening, I put on my medium blue suit with a white oxford cloth shirt, matching medium blue, black and white stripped necktie and black tasseled loafers. I was overdressed but could always remove the necktie and jacket.
Amy's place was on a black top state highway. That meant no problem with dust accumulating on my car.
I walked up to the front porch and knocked on the door.
Amy opened the door. She looked great.
Her hair was her normal collar bone length, medium brown, curled in and parted in the middle. She sported a modest smile.
Amy's dress was a green high necked, below the knees, ditsy floral print summer dress with brown flats. Conservate and summery.
Without saying a word she gave me a big hug.
After a few seconds I pulled back and said, "Ready for a great evening?"
"Yes, I have sooo been looking forward to this evening!"
She beat me to my car. We headed for the restaurant.
Amy's mood was surprisingly upbeat for a recent widow. She chatted excitedly like a teenager on a date. Time flew by.
When we got to the restaurant I hustled out of the car and opened her door.
Amy beamed a huge smile and thanked me for opening the door.
Once seated we order iced tea with hummus for an appetizer. I was not surprised she ordered iced tea. Her family was not known for drinking. I ordered iced tea as well.
Amy had never eaten hummus but was anxious to try. She liked it.
For entrees we both ordered filet mignon.
While dining two couples came to our table to say hello. She introduced me to them as an old friend.
The dinner conversation flowed smoothly. Halfway through dinner Amy started playing footsie. By dinners end we were leaning forward and holding hands under the white cloth draped table.
The waiter asked us if we were interested in dessert. We simultaneously said no.
When the waiter was beyond hearing range I said, "Care to come up to my room and share a bottle of champaign?"
"I'd love to!" Amy eagerly replied.
I paid the bill. We wasted no time leaving the restaurant.
Once I got in the car Amy's hands gripped my right hand.
The sun had just set.
Since she was known in the area, I suggested we enter the hotel separately. I gave her a room key and dropped her off behind the hotel. I parked in the front parking lot.
I got to the room first. Taking off my coat and loosening my tie there was a knock at the door.
Looking through the peephole there was Amy sporting a huge smile.
I opened the door.
"Come on in."
Without saying a word Amy gave me a firm lip lock. We hugged. Neither of us parted for 20 seconds.
I pulled away. "Care for some champaign?"
"I'd love some!" Amy replied.
I popped the cork and filled the glasses, let the bubbles recede and refilled the glasses.
We sat next to each other on the king-sized bed.
Grabbing the remote I spun through the stations until finding one airing a comedy. A comedy would be good for the mood. I found "Young Frankenstein."
We sipped the champaign and enjoyed the movie.
As I suspected, Amy was not used to drinking alcohol. She laughed loudly at the jokes and snuggled next to me. We killed the bottle in 45 minutes.
An hour into the movie Amy said, "I worked outside today. I need a shower."
"Be my guest." I replied quickly.
While Amy was showering I removed my necktie. I was going to let her determine the evening tempo.
After a couple of minutes the shower stopped.
I downed my champaign and grabbed the remote.
She exited the bathroom wearing a fluffy white towel and a smile.
Without saying a word she dropped the towel. She stood before me naked.
Amy looked great. She did not look 6 years older than me. Amy looked 6 years younger than me. Having 3 children made her boobs a cup size bigger, going from a B cup to a C. Looking at her body I estimated she add only 10 pounds to her 5' 9" frame. She was lucky. Her father was naturally thin. She inherited that trait.
I turned off the TV with the remote.
I stood up. "You look ravishing."
"Thanks!" She squealed dipping her head to the right, smiling shyly.
I immediately started unbuttoning my shirt. She stood and watched. Shortly thereafter my shirt, pants, underwear, shoes and socks came off.
Once bare, Amy approached me.
We embraced. French kissing ensued. Simultaneously, we gripped each other's butt.
After a few seconds Amy dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock.
She took me in her mouth all the way twice.
"I want you in me, hic." Amy declared. The hiccup was due to the champagne.
She grabbed my hand and led us to the bed.
At the bed's edge Amy jumped on, flipped onto her back and said, "Come here you stud, hic." Her arms were outstretched.
I climbed on top of her.
We began kissing. We rolled to her right.
My right hand probed her slit. She was wet and ready.
First my right hand massaged her left boob.
Soon Amy began to moan.
I broke off the kissing and rolled her on her back.
Amy spread her legs before I could get between them.
My cock slid into her love box. Amy's hands rubbed her boobs vigorously while my cock moved in and out of her slit. Her groaning increased and head twisted with each thrust of my cock.
Much to my surprise she began cuming before me.
I came three times. She came at least six times.
Moments after her last ejaculation she said "Stop! I can't take it anymore! Hic."
I did so and rolled off to her right.
We both panted, her more than I.
I wrapped my arms around her. We were in the spooning position.
"That was so great. I don't remember when I last had sex. Kevin suffered from premature ejaculation throughout our marriage. So much so I am surprised we had three kids. Kevin's sexual performance and interest decreased. It got to the point I quit trying."
"When's the last time someone made love to your slit?"
"When you did it to me."
"Drape your legs over the bed edge." I hopped out of bed and spread her legs. She leaned back on the bed, her arms supporting her body.
My tongue gave her a slow lick from top to bottom. Amy groaned.
I kept at it. My hands moved from massaging her boobs to entertaining her slit. Amy's groaning increased. She massaged her boobs too.
We went at it for several minutes. She fell back, gripped the sheets and rolled from side to side. Amy came twice. She pushed my head away. She was done.
"Wow, that was great." She moved to the middle of the bed. I reassumed the spooning position.
Then Amy began to cry.
"Kevin was such a good man. A good father. A good provider."
I hugged her tighter than before.
Her crying continued.
I got out of bed and retrieved three tissues from the bathroom. I handed them to her.
"Thanks." Amy replied between sniffles and hiccups.
I resumed the spooning position.
"It's getting late. I'm still running the ranch with my boys. I've got a big day tomorrow."
