A kiss that lasted twenty years. They kissed everyday day they were together. If apart, they "smooched" over the phone.
She finally broke the kiss. In only took one indiscretion on his part. One indiscretion cost him her trust and their relationship. She progressed through crying and self-pity. It was time to move on.
"Good Morning, Rachel."
"Morning Jeff. How are you?"
"Just peachy. You?" Rachel smiled at Jeff, her co-worker for ten years and a man fifteen years her junior. At fifty, Rachel was a knockout. A red afro crowned a beautiful face with light brown eyes and full, freckled cheeks. Naturally pouty lips gave her a naturally sensual look. She kept her body in excellent shape by running and weight training. Her flesh was firm, yet maintained feminine softness. Her hands were the only part of her that offered a clue to her true age. Her self-care was one of the things her ex-husband loved about her most. She didn't drink, smoke or do drugs. Her only true indulgence was sex.
Rachel loved sex. Ever since her first orgasm, she was hooked. Though she had many boyfriends before she married, her husband was the only man who was fortunate enough to have intercourse with her. Of course, she thought he was the greatest lover because he was the extent of her experience. Now that she was single for the first time in over two decades, she decided to gain more experience.
Even with her remarkable looks, Rachel worried that her age would be an issue in finding a suitable partner. Men her age, like her ex, generally preferred younger women. Her face flushed with anger at the thought of him.
Rachel finished work at six o'clock and headed to the gym. She released her anger by running six miles on the treadmill. The endorphin rush helped calm her down. As she left the gym, she ran into Jeff.
"Hey Rachel!" Jeff's demeanor was different. He smiled broadly. His relaxed body language and casual clothing revealed a very handsome man.
"Jeff! What are you doing here?"
"I was out and about looking for the next Mrs. Shea." They laughed. Jeff had been married twice. Like Rachel, he had no children. Rachel's mind flashed back to his second interview and remembered how confident he appeared. Some things don't change.
"Good Luck! Have a good night!" Rachel began walking away.
"Hey, do you have a minute?"
"Sure. What's going on?"
"I'm sorry about your divorce. Believe me, I know how much that sucks." Jeff's sincerity touched Rachel.
"Thank you, Jeff. That's really sweet of you."
"It's no problem. You know where to find me if you ever need to talk. And here's my number in case you ever want to talk outside of work." Rachel was stunned. The gesture brought tears to her eyes.
"Can I give you a hug?" Jeff said as if on cue. He gently wrapped his arms around her and she wept. It felt good to be held and comforted. They hugged for a while before Jeff broke the embrace. Rachel could have sworn she felt heat emitting from Jeff's crotch.
"Let me walk you home." Rachel agreed. Jeff offered her a tissue and she accepted. As she blew her nose, she glanced down at the ground. As her eyes travelled back up, they stopped at Jeff's crotch. A large lump sat next to his right thigh. It reminded her of her ex, who was very well-endowed. Only Jeff's bulge was bigger.
