Passion in James County XII: The Widow
Chapter five
Joanne awoke in Fran's arms the next morning and kissed her sleeping companion softly on the lips.
Fran's eyes opened and she smiled. "Good morning," she said.
"Good morning," Joanne replied. She hugged her friend, who hugged her back.
"What time is it?" Fran asked.
Joanne looked over Fran's shoulder at the clock. "It's six thirty," she said.
Fran sat up. "I better get going," she said. "I have to be at the office early this morning. I've got a very important meeting." She stretched and as she did, her bare breasts moved delightfully. Then she got out of bed and walked toward the bedroom door.
Before she left the room, Fran turned and looked back at Joanne, who still lay in bed. "I'm not that rushed. Want to join me in the shower again?" she asked.
Joanne remembered how delightful showering with her friend had been the night before. "I'd love to," she replied. She sat up and stretched, then got out of bed.
By the time Joanne reached the bathroom, Fran already had the shower running and was standing under the spray. Joanne stepped in with her. Gem-like droplets of water glistened on Fran's compact, lush body.
Fran held a sudsy washcloth in her hand. When Joanne entered the shower, Fran began rubbing the lather-filled cloth over her friend's body.
The contact of the sudsy cloth started heat growing in Joanne. "My God! This is incredible!" she thought. "I've never been this horny in my life! Fran just barely started touching me and I'm turned on!"
Joanne took a second washcloth off the rack on the shower wall and began to lather it. When it was covered with white foamy suds, she began to wash her friend's beautiful, rounded form.
As their washcloths slid over lovely flesh, passion began to burgeon in the two friends. Each paid careful attention to areas on their partner's body they had learned were especially sensitive and soon both lovely bodies were covered with lather. Erect nipples poked out through the suds covering both women.
Joanne's legs were trembling so hard she wasn't sure she would be able to stand much longer. She leaned against her friend's soap-slick body and realized Fran was shaking, too.
Joanne slid the washcloth down over Fran's belly and between her legs and began to "wash" her vagina. Fran gasped and a powerful shudder went through her when Joanne's hand began twirling on her middle.
Joanne dropped the washcloth and thrust two fingers into Fran. Her thumb began rubbing Fran's clit. Fran moaned and her hips rocked forward. Joanne kept thrusting her fingers in and out, her thumb moving back and forth over the incredibly sensitive spot.
Then Fran slipped a finger into Joanne, who shuddered. "Ahhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned, "Oh, Fran, yesssssss!!!"
The two women leaned on each other, their bodies trembling, continuing to arouse each other as warm water cascaded down over them.
"I'm cominnnnnngggggg!!!!" Joanne moaned at last, "Oh, Fran!!!! I'm commmminnnngggg!!! Yessssssss!!!! Oh, yesssssssss!!!!"
"Joanne!!!!!" Fran cried, "Yesssssssss!!! Yesssssssssssss!!! I'm commmminnnngggg, toooo!!! Oh, Goddddddddd!!!!!"
When, at last, they finished their shower, they dried off, got dressed, and went down to the kitchen to have breakfast.
"My schedule today is really crazy. I probably won't be home until quite late," Fran said as they ate.
"That's OK," Joanne replied. "I'm a big girl, I'm sure I can amuse myself."
"Well, I better get going," Fran said. She got up from the table, bent and kissed Joanne, then picked up her briefcase and headed for the door. "I'll see you later," she said before she left.
After Fran left, Joanne washed the breakfast dishes and straightened up the house, then she went out for a walk, something she'd been doing every day since she'd been at Fran's house.
When she returned from her walk, Joanne noticed that there was a man raking leaves in Fran's back yard. She wondered who the man was and why Fran hadn't mentioned that he'd be coming over to rake today.
When she walked into the yard, the person raking looked up and Joanne realized he was a young man, probably in his early twenties. He was taller than she was, and kind of bulky. His build and movements reminded her of her late husband.
When the young man saw her coming, he smiled. "Hi," he said.
"Hi," Joanne replied.
"Ah...I'm Larry Brewster," the young man said. "I...I do odd jobs around the house for Mrs. Martin. I...I have ever since I...I was a kid. I promised her I 'd rake her leaves, but I've been kind of busy and this is the first chance I've had to do it."
Larry wasn't sure who this woman was, but she sure was pretty. Even though he was sure she was quite a bit older than he was, she had really neat hair, a great body, and a very nice smile. She was wearing a of shiny white blouse and jeans. The jeans weren't that tight, but Larry thought they looked pretty good on the woman just the same.
"I'm Joanne Williams," Joanne said. "I'm a friend of Fran's. I'm staying with her for a couple of weeks." She realized the young man was surveying her body and found the fact that there was appreciation in his eyes thrilling. He was good-looking and seemed a little nervous, or maybe it was that he was shy. Her husband Ernie had acted like that when she first met him. Actually, Ernie had been about this young man's age when they first met. The fact that she was comparing this young man to her late husband caused her to experience a twinge of guilt.
Larry thought the woman standing in front of him was the prettiest female he'd ever seen. He wondered if she might go out with him, but the fact that she was older than he was discouraged him a little. She probably wouldn't be interested in him. "Well, I...I guess I better, you know, get, ah, back to work," he stammered. "I...I got a lot...to...to do...today."
"It was nice meeting you, Larry," Joanne said.
"It...it was nice meeting you, too, Mrs. Williams," Larry replied.
Joanne went into the house, settled down on the sofa and turned on the TV.
After the woman went into the house, Larry returned to raking, but as he gathered the leaves into a pile, he couldn't get his mind of the woman in the house. He kept working, but he kept thinking about Joanne, too. The problem with that was, his penis began swelling in his jeans. He knew he was letting himself get all wound up for nothing, but he couldn't stop it.
Joanne sat on the sofa, watching TV. But she couldn't concentrate on the afternoon talk shows. Her thoughts kept drifting to the young man out in the yard. She'd seen the way he looked at her. She could tell he thought she was pretty. His look of admiration told her that. Her thoughts about the young man outside the house turned to memories of her late husband. She remembered how it felt to snuggle against Ernie's bulky body at night, how safe and protected she felt when they were lying like that in bed. She closed her eyes. She could almost feel Ernie's hands moving over her, arousing her the way they always did. The fond memories caused the same reaction as the reality had. Joanne realized she was getting turned on and, once more, felt the sense of discomfort she'd been feeling ever since she and Fran had begun making love.