Crossing Paths Part 2A:
It gets better
The night I spent with Suzy at the Hampton was the perfect way to end a 5 plus year period of celibacy. Great sex with an old friend does something for a man's ego. For the next few days I was not only sore from over-using certain muscle groups but also a bit more optimistic about my future romantic possibilities. The smile on my face must have somehow affected women because all of a sudden I began to get some second looks from women in stores and restaurants around town. Why is it that women never give you a second look until you are with another woman?
It was almost as if Suzy had talked or maybe someone in the room next to us may have known us and blabbed. I knew that the rooms had to be empty because if someone had been in those rooms they would have called the cops and we would have been arrested for disturbing the peace. If you are wondering what I'm talking about then the reader may wish to read "Crossing Paths".
Suzy and I went out a few times after our rendezvous at the race track but most of the time I ended up over at her place after work where we shared supper (remember, we are in the South) and of course more great sex. You can't make up for 5 years without sex but at least you can try and it sure helps to have a partner with a great appetite for sex. And if you read the first part then you know Suzy has a huge appetite. In just a few days we had christened her pool, the pool house, the hot tub, the kitchen, the master bath, the basement and a nice secluded spot beside the lake on my hunting lease.
We were the talk of the town whenever we went out as some suspected we had been involved long ago while we were still married to our spouses. It didn't really matter to me. At least the "he's gay" rumors subsided.
Occasionally I have to work Saturdays so as usual this particular Saturday we kept in touch that morning by texting. The plan was for me to stop by the meat market after work and pick up a couple of steaks for us to grill that evening. One of her texts told me to get three instead of two as we would not be alone or have the house to ourselves tonight. I replied that I would without question but knowing that sex wasn't going to happen as I guessed that one of her kids must not have gone to their dads. For I guess good reason, she became more modest and reserved when the kids were around.
I arrived at her house and she met me at the door wearing a pair of white boy-shorts which is probably about my favorite wardrobe choice for any woman with a great body. And she could rock them with the material barely covering the cheeks of her ass. Along with the shorts, she had on white sandals which contrasted well with her tanned skin and a pink tube top with no bra. Despite her age and bearing three kids, her tits have very little sag so the sight before my eyes was having a great impact on me as I watched her padding around in the kitchen. I guess the blood draining from my head to my cock short-circuited my thinking because I thought she was torturing me as she liked to do from time to time. Knowing that we weren't going to be alone and seeing her wearing that outfit was making me smile but at the same time I knew it was going to be a long night if she was going to wear that and then not want to fool around.