"Oh, are you planning something special?" Sara asked with a smile. She felt happy Jennifer was on track again with her boyfriend.
"No, not really," Jennifer replied and then she got a mischievous expression. "We are probably only going somewhere secluded so he can be good to me."
"Jennifer!" Sara exclaimed, understanding her daughter was meaning sex and she felt aghast. "I cannot believe you said that!"
"Your words, mom, not mine." She replied with a giggle and blushed.
"You are terrible!" Sara could not help but to giggle in return.
They looked at each other. Sara could feel Jennifer's trust.
"I am happy we can talk," she said.
"Me too, mom."
"Be careful, honey," Sara said.
Jennifer held up her phone. "You know I am."
Sara felt a chill run down her spine. She used the same app to keep track of when she could safely have sex with Daniel.
In the afternoon she went to the hairdresser and washed and styled her hair. Usually she went on weekdays, but she wanted to look good. On a whim she bought new lingerie, a matching set of thong and bra. She owned several thongs now. She had discovered that once you got used to them, they were nice to wear. The bra was sheer and soft, keeping her boobs in place while allowing them to keep their natural shape. She had been surprised how big they looked when she tried it on. Her more sensible bras made her chest look flatter.
Monday morning came. She had the usual flurry of getting everybody up, fed, dressed, and sent away to school and work. Last to leave was Paul and she looked out the window how he backed out of their driveway and drove away. She went out to her car and retrieved the bag with the lingerie she had bought the day before and left in the car. She knew her husband would not like them, thinking they were not decent.
Back inside she went to the bedroom and stripped naked. She had already washed herself and brushed her teeth. She put on her new lingerie and assessed her reflection in the full-length mirror. She was impressed by how good she looked. Not only her body but her hair. She got surprised every time she saw her own reflection how big a difference a few highlights could make. She was also feeling satisfied about her decision a few months back to let her hair grow longer. By now it was showing a difference. She used to keep it shoulder length but now it was hanging down her back. She rummaged through her closet until she found the dress she was looking for. It had a tighter fit and followed her shape a lot more snuggly than her usual billowy summer dresses. She put on the dress and admired the result. For once she was not feeling dissatisfied about how she looked but felt she was good looking. She put on strappy sandals with a bit of heels and grabbed her purse and she was ready. Paul had not even driven halfway to work yet.
She exited the house and carefully locked the door. She felt good when she began walking towards Daniel's apartment. She remembered the first time she had walked to his place. She had tried to dress up and she had felt so self-conscious and awkward. She had been so worried she would meet someone dressed as she was. This time she was dressed even more sexy, and she felt good about it. If she met someone, she would enjoy them looking.
She came to Daniel's apartment building. She scanned the street before entering. In this sense nothing had changed since the first time she was there. She was still scared someone could see her go inside. There was no plausible excuse for a woman like her to enter such a building alone.
She felt nervous when she came to Daniel's door and knocked on it. They had not agreed on a time and she had an irrational worry that he had forgotten she was coming. Suppose he was not even at home? She felt relief when she heard him moving on the other side of the door and how he was unlocking it.
Daniel opened the door and let Sara inside. He locked the door after her and they faced each other. He eyed her up and down. She had changed since they met the first time. Not dramatically but a lot of different small changes. Her body was more toned. She dressed differently, not like clothes were something she used to hide underneath. She had different shoes and a new handbag. Accessories that drew attention and were not as unobtrusive as possible. Her posture was different, more confident, more outgoing. He knew her self-image had improved since they had met. Even her hair looked much better. And longer.
"You have changed your hair," he said.
Sara blushed, looking pleased.
"Do you like it?"
Daniel was still surprised she often looked for his approval. She was more than 20 years older than him but still she sought his confirmation.
"You look fantastic."
She beamed at him. She came in his arms and they kissed. She smelled good. Her body felt good against his. She pressed her face into his chest.
Sara pulled back her head after some time. "How have you been, has anything special happened?"
She always cared about him and he had come to rely on it. They met seldom and when they did, they were like two bunnies. Besides sex, he gradually understood she genuinely cared for him. She was soft-spoken and always intended his best when she expressed her opinions. He had come to enjoy their intimate discussions as much as the sex.
"Not now, we can talk later. Now I am more interested in having you outside of your dress." He smiled at her.
She smiled back. Her eyes sparkled. "The zipper is in the back."
Daniel was in no rush and he sensed Sara liked it slow. Eventually he got off her dress and ran his hands over her body. Her body was toned, and he could trace defined muscles under her skin with his fingers. He found a woman with a strong body to be extremely erotic. He was hard and his cock strained in his boxers. Sara was caressing him but avoided touching his cock. Every time she got close her hands changed direction.
She had sexy lingerie. A far cry from the cotton panties she had the first time they met.
"Are these new?" He asked, running one hand over a boob and the other over her crotch.
"Yes," she breathed in his mouth. "I bought them yesterday."
"Did you buy them for me?"
"No,... yes," she admitted. She did not blush. She wanted him to think she was sexy.
"You look hot. Especially your boobs," he said into her mouth.
She blushed. She always did that when he talked about her boobs. He found it strange it was such a sensitive subject for her. Most women over 40 would murder to have natural boobs as good-looking as Sara's. Especially after having had three children.
Sara pushed down his boxers and began caressing his cock. She stopped kissing him and looked at her hands fondling his cock. He knew she liked the contrast between her pale hands and his dark cock. She spread her stance when he pushed a large hand down inside the flimsy triangle in the front of her thong. She was soaking wet. He was not surprised. He was becoming good at reading this smoldering volcano. Today it was unusually active.
It was over an hour before they were done the first time around. They lay sweaty and naked on the bed. Except Sara, who still had her strappy sandals on. The last time together she kept her shoes on and he found it incredibly sexy. Sara sat up with a groan and undid her sandals and dropped them on the floor. Then she fell on her back again, shifting in close so their bodies were in contact. Daniel was on his side and propped on his elbow, looking down at her. Idly he caressed her smooth torso.
"Sorry about last time," she said to him. "I feel like I have thrown you out."
"Don't worry. I knew you were nervous." Daniel reassured her.
"I felt like I let you down."
"No, you did not." He replied. "I think it was exciting we did it in your home."
"I liked it too, it felt special to have you in my own bed." Sara replied.
They locked eyes. Sara's eyes were full of emotions. He could see unconditional trust when she looked at him. They promised a complete truckload of emotional problems if they went down that road.
"Only sex, remember?" He told her in a kind voice.
"Only sex," she repeated. For a brief second, she looked sad.
They became quiet and she followed how he was caressing her torso. She enjoyed the startling contrast in their skin colors when his dark hand ran over her pale body. He wandered lower and she spread her thighs to make room for his large hand. She sighs contentedly when he runs his fingers over her sensitive folds. She was leaking. He scooped up globs of sperm and worked it into the smooth skin on top of her small cute well-groomed bush. She looked intently as he scooped up more globs.
"Sometimes I feel like I am leaking for days after I have been with you," she said.
Daniel chuckled. "You are not the first one to say that."
She looked at him. "It is strange. You are so young. I have no idea how many girls you have been having sex with." She paused. "I have only been with you and Paul."
