My names Lisa and I spent Christmas / New Year, this year on holiday in Cape Verde with my daughter Zoe and my friends Claire and Steve. This was my first holiday in nearly two years following my husband Derek's long illness and death sixteen months ago.
On the Wednesday, our fifth day, Claire, Steve and I were enjoying the sun by the pool and Zoe had gone diving for the day. We'd been reading, listening to music and generally chatting when the conversation took a twist.
"Lisa we hope you don't think we're interfering and you won't be offended by what I'm about to say. Steve and I have been your friends for many years and we appreciate the difficulties you've had and the sadness involved over the past two years," Claire began. "But we are concerned that you haven't been socialising much since you lost Derek. We know it's been a difficult time for you but we are worried that you are getting into a rut. We think by now you should be trying to get out more."
I was a little surprised by the way the conversation had turned. "I understand your sentiments and I appreciate your concern as trusted friends who have supported me unstintingly over the years and especially recently. I am finding it difficult to go out and socialise as most people are in couples and I find it difficult to take up conversation, especially with males, as I am always questioning their intentions from the start."
"We both understand your wariness, it's understandable. We empathize with your predicament but we also realise that you have 'needs'. You are an attractive woman who is still in her prime and we recognise that you were very much in love with Derek and he likewise with you but we know that he wouldn't want you to hide yourself away and that he would want you to have fun. You don't need 'love' to have fun and satisfy your 'needs'."
"I do understand what you are saying. I loved Derek very much and I don't think I'll find that feeling with anyone else. As for my 'needs' it is difficult to know where to start having only been involved with one man for so many years and effectively with no one for the last two. Also I don't want other people to think I'm being, and I don't want to be, disrespectful to Derek's memory."
"What you had with Derek was a very warm and loving relationship, just like Steve and I have together, but what we are talking about, to put it crudely, is just sex in order to satisfy your wants and desires."
"I know what you're saying makes sense, but it is very difficult to make the first move."
"We know that, so we thought that perhaps we could be of assistance to you or more especially Steve could."
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting," I queried.
"Possibly........ It's quiet and private here so why don't you let Steve take you back to the house and perhaps you could 'play' together? I know you like him and he's fond of you. No one need know, apart from us, and it's not a problem as Steve and I often take other partners for fun."
I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing or what was being suggested. Claire and Steve never gave any indication of their sexual liberalism in all the years we'd known them.
"Steve why don't you take Lisa up to the villa, I'll follow on later," Claire suggested. Steve took my hand, without saying a word, and helped me up from my lounger. He led me up the steps, along the path and into the cool air-conditioned shade of the living room. I had said nothing either in agreement or disagreement but had followed Steve blindly. My mind was racing and I was totally bemused. Steve is quite an attractive man, who at forty is four years older than me, and on reflection always has the attention of the ladies. I have got on well with him over the years, but never in a sexual way.
Steve was standing behind me and I felt his hands reach round and he started softly stroking my bare midriff above my bikini bottoms. "Lisa just relax," he whispered quietly and affectionately in my ear. "Everything will be fine; I'll take complete care of you. We don't need to rush we've got plenty of time to satisfy you." I felt a cold shiver run through me, partly out of apprehension and partly in anticipation. His hands moved to my back and up to the halter of my bikini top, which he untied. I then felt the clasp being popped as he eased it off my boobs, dropping it to the floor. Steve had seen my boobs many times over the years, when I sunbathed topless, but this was different and he had other intentions on his mind. He reached round and cupped a breast in each hand whilst nibbling on my ear. My body gave an involuntary jolt, in surprise. "Don't worry," he whispered. I turned my head to the side and our lips met. They were locked together at first, all dry, until I succumbed to his probing tongue and let it into my mouth. He was very gentle, slowly working it around, entwining it with my tongue. He was unhurried as I savoured the feel of him probing inside my mouth accompanied by a slight increase in pressure as he moulded my boobs in his hands. We were kissing and I was being fondled for some time as he rolled and squeezed my nipples between his fingers and I was already leaning back into his bare chest feeling relaxed and comfortable being with him.
