I spent Friday afternoon with Cassandra. She was a good friend and one who had been single again for the last few years was leading an active social life. She was a close friend and one who I could confide in with confidence and she seemed to regard me the same way.
1. We sat at an out door café and were enjoying a cup of coffee. We had done some serious shopping and now she was relaxed. I asked her if there was a man in her life at the moment.
She said 'Dan, her widowed father in the granny flat behind her house was the only one.' She confided, 'I think he's overdue for a decent fuck with anybody who'll have him.'
'He's gorgeous for his age, Cass. How old is he?
'Fifty nine,' she said.
'Wow. He only looks about 40 if that.'
'Well yes. You're probably right. Underneath his innuendo and ribaldry, he's a real sweetie.'
Cassandra had helped me select some less than modest underwear to wear for my Mission. Maybe I could call my-self a missionary. My aim was twofold. Firstly I had to stop beating myself up for getting into that situation with Vernon where I let him touch me with his big black cock, and then I completely lost sight of the straight narrow path of righteousness, and found myself fucking him as much as he was fucking me. Cass seemed to understand that whole situation when I admitted what had happened to me in the gymnasium.
Secondly, I had resolved to thaw out my husband Clifton's over-zealous religious attitude that sex is only to express 'sacred' love and make babies. I have recently learnt that it is also enormous fun, tax free and good for your health. -o-
The thing I love about Clifton is that he's a real gentleman and I feel valued when he opens doors for me and does all the chivalrous things that women appreciated and expected in earlier times.
But there is another side to such tight manners. There are times when good manners can be forgotten and a more spontaneous and indulgent side of a relationship can emerge. I knew I would have to lead Clifton gradually into this possibility. Although we were very different people with different backgrounds and lived in different situations, my friend Cassandra was a trusted confidant. In the time we had known on another, we never judged the others choices or behaviour.
2. For the first few weeks I had planned to let Clifton see me occasionally in my new more revealing underwear that I had picked out on a shopping day with Cassandra. I also planned to cuddle up to him in bed more often and I was determined to get him to fuck me at least twice a week within the first month of my self imposed program.
His idea that sexual congress once a week (on Tuesday mornings) was within decent bounds of prudence, was no longer enough for me. The next Tuesday, I decided to make sex feel a little more like something to look forward to.
I even planned to add something new each time. First time, I would wrap my legs around his. Second time I would start twitching my vagina as he was getting close to his climax. Third time would sigh out loud in his ear.
I had many ideas I wanted to try out such as other sexual positions, playing with his balls and arse, kissing him a little longer, no longer hiding my orgasms in silence, even giving him oral sex, but I stopped short of seducing him in a semi public place as had happened with Vernon in the gymnasium with the door wide open that Friday a few weeks ago. Clifton was far too uptight to risk his reputation by agreeing to anything like that.
I found that subtlety worked wonders. Clifton had a habit on sleeping on his back and this was great to cuddle up to whenever we went to bed at the same time. It annoyed me when I wanted to be spooned but my first rule was to never complain. Instead, I would sometimes wake at night and then when I was pretending to be asleep again, I would rest my hand low on his stomach, or the top of his leg. Within days, I was feeling the stirrings of an erection, and left my hand there until he awoke when he would leave the bed and visit the bathroom.
During that week, I postponed a wedding rehearsal he was to take part in and he was free until 11AM rather than the usual 9 o'clock obligation for such things when Clifton was arranging them. This suited the wedding party as well.
I thought everything was progressing well and I planned to take a leap forward in my plan that Friday. I awoke early and absent-mindedly touched his leg and felt his balls tighten up. This was a very encouraging sign. I felt his stiffening penis. I could feel myself getting very aroused. I was even feeling damp between my legs.
I moved closer to him and murmured softly, close to his ear with my hand on his chest, something I know he likes. I was about to feel for the lower part of his stomach and do my best to harden his erection even further, when he reached for his bible and began reading.
I suggested 'Can you do that later Clifton?'
He said, 'I can get my readings and biblical passage and a few songs picked out for the service on Sunday, Eve. It will take a lot of pressure off me over the weekend.'
'OK' I said. I silently asked myself, why am I trying so hard?
3. I remained for another minute holding his hand, but I had to get away from him. I was horny as hell and I was frustrated and resentful. I thought I might say something I'd regret and break our growing bond if I stayed in bed with him at that moment.
I left the room quickly, showered and dressed in the new dress Cass had suggested and picked out for me. It was a light blue green and white print dress that reached to my knees. I thought she might like to see it on me away from the shop.
I called her and left a message on her voice mail. I told her I would be there for a visit in an hour. Later I kissed Clifton and left to visit her.
When I arrived, there was no response at the front door. She was probably enjoying the privacy of her back yard so I walked around the back. Her Father was pulling weeds near the back fence and greeted me with a smile.
'Hello. Are you looking for Cassie?' His dark stubble seemed to accentuate his blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled. He was wearing torn cut-off jeans and an orange T-shirt. I couldn't believe his age. He was in remarkably good repair and his slim body made his shoulders look wider. His work must have been physical to sculpt a body like that and maintain it into his later years.
'I left her a message. She must have missed it,' I said. 'Dan isn't it? She mentioned you when I saw her last week. My name's Eve.'
'You make that dress look very pretty Eve. I'm about due for some refreshment. Will you join me?' he said. He disappeared leaving a pair of plant trimmers on the out-door table and went into his bungalow to prepare something to drink. 'Don't leave me. I'll be back in a moment.'
Cass was right. He was such a flirt. I was free for the morning so I was sure a short break wouldn't matter. I walked around the back yard while. There was a fence surrounding the garden and a gate that was jammed slightly open that led to an expanse of open park where there was a cycle path running past the gate. Some walkers and joggers would probably use the path as well.
Dan reappeared with a tray with drinks and sat at a table with a bench seat alongside. There was a choice of drinks and some biscuits on the tray with half a dozen napkins. He asked me what I would like. He poured me a glass of lemonade and said 'Here you are Eve. Get this into you,' as he handed it to me.
I hadn't heard that expression before so I said, 'Thank you Dan, I'll get it into me'.
I sipped and placed my drink on the table but there was a spoon under it causing the glass to topple and the drink spilt across the table and on to the front of Dan's cut-off jeans.
'Woops', I said. 'Sorry. I can clean that up for you if you like.' I stood up and rushed in side as Dan protested, but I continued and returned with a bucket of water and a soapy sponge.
I took his hand and said, 'Stand up. I'll sponge that off for you. Lemonade will get sticky if you leave it.' I rubbed the sponge firmly on the front of his jeans and could feel the shape of a lump. I must have been touching his willy.
Once I realised what I was doing, I looked up at Dan's face and saw him smiling at me. It was one of those message smiles that had more meaning than just being glad to see me. I kept sponging him for longer than I needed to and I could feel his lump growing to an impressive proportion.
