Gil Morton had been back in his hometown for a week. He had left two years before after his divorce. The divorce had left him depressed and demoralized. It wasn’t only the fact that his wife had wanted to leave. The worst part was that she was leaving him for another woman. Gil was a merchant seaman and spent a great deal of time away from home. The fact that she had found someone else to fill the void was a shock but understandable. But another woman was more than he could take. He plunged himself into his work, and stayed at sea for these past two years. He had finally come to grips with his situation and decided that he could return home at last.
The past week had been spent getting reacquainted with family and friends. He found that his wife had moved away, and there were no snide comments or looks from his friends. That particular morning he had decided to stop to see Darin and Clarise Denning one of the couples he and his wife had been friendly with. They were nice people and had become good friends. They were about 10 years older than Gil, but that did not stop them from becoming friends. Darin was in construction and Clarise had her own nail technician business that she ran from their home. It would be good to see them and catch up on their lives.
Gil parked in the driveway and walked around to the back door of the closed in porch. He knocked on the door twice before he heard Clarise’s voice from further around the back. He walked in the direction of her voice and found Clarise on the deck sun bathing on a chaise covered with a colorful beach towel. As his feet clumped on the deck stairs she raised her sunglasses to see who was calling on her. Her face lit up with a smile. She jumped off the chaise, and ran to him almost knocking him down as she threw her arms around his neck for a hug saying, “Oh my god! Gil, it’s so good to see you.” There was true joy in her greeting, and Gil felt welcomed by her enthusiasm. He returned the hug and felt her sun warmed body next to his. He said, “Hey, good lookin’. How’re you doing?” She took his hand and led him to the chaise across from hers and asked him to sit, poured him a glass of tea from the pitcher on the table next to her chaise then lay back down.
They spent the next hour talking about their lives. Gil told her about the foreign ports he’d visited and his life at sea. He was saddened when Clarise told him that she had lost Darin to a construction accident a little over a year before. He could tell that she was still a little grieved by recounting the accident and her husband’s death. She covered the moment by getting up and grabbing the pitcher with the excuse that she would get them more tea.
Gil had been lost in thought about the death of his friend when he heard the sliding door open as Clarise returned to the deck. He turned to watch her walk back to where he was sitting. Watching Clarise walk toward him reminded him of how beautiful she was. The smile was back on her face and she walked with a cat like grace that caused her hips to sway seductively. He had often watched her as she walked because she moved so well. Clarise was tall and slender with long and slim shapely legs. Their beauty was shown off by the high cut of her swimsuit. The suit was like a second skin caressing her figure , and allowed her small but full breasts to show alluringly. Her skin was olive toned and she had a mane of rich brown hair that framed a lovely face. High cheek bones, wide expressive brown eyes, a full mouth that loved to smile, and almost free of lines which belied her age which was about 45. Gil had never seen her in any other than a one-piece swimsuit, but those she wore were always flattering and showed her body to perfection. She didn’t need a skimpy string bikini to be sexy. She exuded sexuality no matter what she wore. He remembered that his juices often started flowing just watching her, but he had always kept those feelings suppressed. He had loved his wife and respected is friendship with the Dennings too much to jeopardize either by openly lusting for this woman.
Clarise lay face down on her chaise and demurely slipped the straps of her suit off her arms. She looked at Gil and asked if he would mind putting some sunscreen on her back. There was no hint of come on in her actions or voice, just the request from one friend to another. Gil sat next to her on the chaise and reached for the bottle of sunscreen on the table. He squeezed a generous portion into his palm and rubbed his hands together to warm the lotion a little before placing his hands against her skin. He spread the lotion across her back and gently worked it. The skin beneath his hands was soft and smooth. The muscles under the skin were firm but supple. She sighed as his strong fingers worked the muscles of her shoulders and neck and then down along the gentle curve of her spine. Her waist narrowed to the point Gil was sure that he could probably get his hands completely around it, then flared into softly padded hips. The suit was cut so low that the upper portions of her rounded buttocks were bared to the sun. He tentatively worked the sunscreen in there, and when he received no protest continued. While her request was from one friend to another what he had done so far had created sensations and feelings in him that were more than just friendly. He was glad when he finished so he could return to his chair before making a fool of himself. Gil stood to move back to his seat, but he noticed that there were some places on her legs that she had missed with sunscreen. He said, “You missed a couple of spots on your legs.”
“Would you mind taking care of it for me,” she replied? “You’ve got me so relaxed I hate to move.” There was still no hint of come on or arousal in her request. Gil, almost reluctantly, sat next to her again and reached for the bottle of sunscreen. He started at each ankle and gently but firmly worked his way across each calf and thigh. When he reached her buttocks that were abundantly displayed by her suit he thought he heard a sigh from Clarise and that her hips rose and fell slightly at his touch. He passed it off as his erotically aroused imagination playing tricks on him. He was almost painfully aroused himself and had to shift his position to find some comfort for his engorged prick.
He took one foot in his hands to put lotion on its sole, then massaged the pliable tissue. Foot massage was a talent he had picked up in the orient, and he had learned his lessons well. The teacher had told him that some women actually experienced orgasm from a properly massaged foot. Gil was skeptical of that because over the past 2 years he had done this to several women. While it seemed to make them very relaxed none had ever openly appeared to, or expressed the fact that they had had an orgasm. As he finished with one foot and began with the other Gil noticed that he could hear Clarise’s breathing. He was facing her feet and looked over his shoulder up to her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open. Her chest was almost heaving with every breath, and he noticed that her hips were now definitely moving up and down as if she were copulating. He was about finished with the second foot when he heard a breathy groan of pleasure escape Clarise’s throat.
In almost one movement Clarise jerked her foot from his grasp, gathered her suit to her chest, and jumped up from the chaise. Then she ran down the steps of the deck and jumped into the pool a few feet beyond them. When she surfaced her suit was in place and she was breathing heavily. Gil went and stood by the edge of the pool looking down at her.
“Mind if I join you,” he asked?
“Come on in,” she replied. “The water’s fine.”
He emptied his pockets on the table by the pool then kicked of his topsiders, pulled off his shirt, and dove in wearing his cut-off’s. He surfaced a few feet from her and noticed a look of bemusement on her face. She moved in front of him and looked up into his eyes.
“Do you know what you just did to me, Gil?” She was still a little out of breath.
“Not for sure, but I think so,” he said with a grin.
“What I want to know,” she said, “ is if you’re going to finish what you’ve started.”
“I guess that depends on whether you’re willing to let me finish,” he said.
They were standing in the shallow end of the pool. Clarise looked him strait in the eye for a few seconds. The next thing Gil knew she was pulling the straps of her suit off her shoulders and all of a sudden she was throwing her suit to the side of the pool and standing before him nude. Her breasts were smooth and firm without a hint of sag, and the nipples were taught and erect from her arousal and the cool water. She moved toward him and put her arms around his neck. He pulled her to him and their mouths and bodies met in a passionate embrace. Their tongues dueled and their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. His hands found her buttocks and kneaded them as he pulled her pelvis against his growing erection. Her hips moved against him bringing his prick to full attention.
Clarise backed away slightly as her hands dropped to his cut-off’s and began to undo them. She pushed both his cut-off’s and under shorts down. He stepped out of them and she hurled them over her shoulder to land wetly atop her own suit. Then she threw her supple body at him and they embraced anew, naked flesh against naked flesh. She insinuated a hand between their bodies to grasped him in a firm hand and stroked him. They groaned into each other’s mouths in the pleasure of the moment. She broke their kiss to moan, “Oh God!! I had almost forgotten how good this feels.” Then recaptured his mouth with hers.
