Forgive an old man his fantasies:
it may be all he has.
The sudden rainstorm caught them on the balcony while they were watching the sunset and they rushed inside.
"Only in Florida can you have rain and sunshine at the same time," said Joan.
"They call them sun-showers," said her girl friend Carol.
Charlie went into the bath and brought out three towels, one for each of the ladies and one for him. Carol's blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail and didn't require much drying. His wife, Joan, had short curly black hair and the damp just made it curl more.
Charley, being the last in and having straight brown hair was probably the wettest. He dried and finger-combed it, dropping the towel over the back of a chair. Carol and Joan folded theirs and stacked them on the coffee table. As Charley refilled their wine glasses, he realized he was disappointed that their T-shirts didn't get any wetter. Of course, he had seen Joan's breasts up close and personal but they were small. She rarely wore a bra. But Carol had a lovely pair that required support. He had seen her in a bikini and wondered how her bra was able to contain them.
Both ladies were in their forties, but in good shape. Joan had a swimmer's body, long and thin. Carol, the mother of two, was nicely padded. They were both wearing T-shirts and shorts that showed off their legs.
Joan kept in shape swimming and running, giving her beautiful legs and a sleek body. Carol said she worked out at the Y after dropping off her boys and it showed.
Carol sat on the couch, kicked off her sandals and put her feet up on the coffee table. Joan sat across from her in an easy chair, her bare feet pulled up under her. Charley stretched out in the other easy chair.
Charley raised his glass, "To Rodger."
The four of them had been great friends when they were young and just married, but job opportunities had sent them separate ways. Now every summer Joan and Carol engineered occasions for them to get together and catch up. Last year, Rodger and Carol got a condo in Aspen. They always had two rooms or a two bedroom. Charley liked the two bedroom situation because when Carol and Rodger made love, she was very vocal. Listening seemed to excite Joan and led to some interesting sex. This year Charley and Joan rented the Florida condo, but only Carol made the trip.
And Joan toasted, "To Rodger, wherever he may be."
Carol looked at her watch and raised her glass, "He's probably still at work."
"This late?"
"He goes to work early, works late, and brings home work. And that's six days a week."
"Wow, what are you doing with all that extra money?" Charley laughed.
"No extra money. He's on salary."
"Then why?"
"They're firing people every week. He's just trying to keep his job. And he didn't think taking time off would send a very good message."
"Well, I miss him," said Charley.
"I'll bet you do," said Joan. "Nobody to go to the titty clubs with you."
"Oh, we gave that up. Too frustrating. All that tits and ass and no touching, forget about it. We go to some bar and watch the Yankees beat up somebody."
Joan refocused on Carol. "So what are you doing, reading more romance novels?"
"Bodice rippers," added Charley.
"Yeah, I read a lot. And I'm taking courses at the local college," Carol smiled.
"Going for a degree?" asked Joan.
"No, just trying to learn something useful."
"What kind of courses?"
"One that was fun was cake decorating."
Charley was losing interest in the conversation and was getting ready to go find a ballgame when Carol added. "You should see some of things these girls created.
"Girls?" asked Joan.
"It's kind of a group of ladies like me, husbands working nights, gone on trips, things like that. Any way, one girl baked a penis, pink with veins and all. It was lying down but another girl made hers standing straight up. And another made two mounds, pink icing, chocolate tops with cherries. "
"Boobs," smiled Charley now thoroughly interested.
"Right."
"I wonder why no one ever does a vagina." Asked Charley. "Seems like it would be easy enough. Just a little carving and add some shaved coconut for effect."
"Eew." Said Joan with a grimace. "Who would eat it?"
Charley smiled and raised his hand.
"Did anyone eat the penis?" asked Charley.
"We all did."
"What did it taste like?" asked Charley.
Carol gave him a rueful smile and said, "Cake."
Carol took a sip of wine. "We took a course in English lit. The lady teaching it wanted to start with Chaucer, but we convinced her to go straight to Lady Chatterly."
"Early bodice ripping."
"Oh, and one course that was sort of weird: Sensual Massage."
"Why weird?" asked Joan.
"Well, it was all women. Not very sensual."
"Hey, that's great," said Charley. "Now when computers are phased out, you'll have a job to fall back on."
No one laughed but Charley. "Demonstrate for us. Joan?"
"Not on me." Joan demurred. "You can try it."
"Okay." Charley stood, "On the couch?" he asked.
Carol shook her head, "No, lie down on the floor."
Charley moved the coffee table, picked up his towel, spread it on the floor and lay down.
"No, on your stomach. What kind of masseuse do you think I am?"
"Well, I was hoping." He rolled over.
"Take off your shirt."
Charley didn't mind showing off his abs. He did pushups, sit ups, and was still in pretty good shape for forty. A week in the Florida sun would tan him very nicely; lighten his hair so the gray wouldn't be so noticeable. He pulled off his shirt and lay back down.
Carol knelt beside him and began by kneading his neck. "This is where most people suffer the most tension. The muscles get really hard. What I'm going to do is work that tension down across your shoulders, down your arm and out through your finger tips." She continued kneading and flexing down his right arm to his hand..
"Another fun course was art. We were to draw or paint."
"Ah, ha. Some nudity." Said Joan.
"Well, the first night, the instructor brought in a bowl of fruit, apples, bananas and whatever. We asked for a model and she said it wasn't in her budget. So we took up a collection and the next session, she had a young man come in."
"And?" asked Joan.
"He was nude but he was wearing a towel around his waist. We started kidding him, thinking he was ashamed of a tiny penis."
Carol was now working on Charley's left side, working down to his left hand.
"We finally got him to take off the towel. He wasn't ashamed, he was embarrassed."
"Why?" Joan was curious.
"It hung half way down to his knees. The towel was holding it up. "
"Wow."
Charley was keeping his mouth shut, enjoying the conversation and the massage.
"Anyway, after classes we usually met for coffee and, of course, that night he was the main topic. We all wondered what would happen if he got excited."
"It would get bigger and longer," said Joan.
"That was the debate: either or both. So the next class, some of the girls wore sheer tops and no bras. Others wore short skirts and no pants."
"And you?" asked Joan.
"Oh, I was just watched," Carol grinned.
"I'll bet. Go on."
"He was unaffected. Even when one of the girls without pants kept dropping her brush, bending over to pick it up and showing him her bare fanny, nothing."
"He was gay."
"That was what we thought but after the last class, we were having coffee and when we all decided he must have been gay, this one little dumb blonde said, 'No, he's not.' She said she had run into him at the grocery one Saturday, they had coffee and went back to his place and made out. So we asked her, 'Did it get longer.' She said, 'No, but it got bigger around.' Someone said, 'That must of hurt,' and she said, 'A little, the first time."
"The first time?"
"Yeah, the two of them had been going at it a couple of weeks."
Carol was working her way down Charley's legs, first the right and then the left.
"This must make for some great sex for Roger. You come home all hot and bothered.."
"Yean, Roger's pretty good. But he doesn't like oral or anal."