Waking around nine the next morning, I wasn't surprised to find the guys still sleeping.
I slipped on one of Mike's tee shirts and went down to get coffee and some orange juice.
Sitting on the couch, I began to think of Kent, what possibly could be his thoughts, and the danger I could be doing. Certainly not to Kent but what would happen if he told more of his friends? I didn't want to embarrass Mike with the possibly the word getting around I was cheap and a slut.
I had been Mikes support throughout most of his life. He was actually a born to me in a previous marriage. His father had been killed in a truck wreck and we alone for almost nine years. He was my life.
I married again, not so much for love but for security. I had known my current husband as we had grown up together in a small town and he was quite handsome at the time. He had a steady income and I thought I could make him the man I wanted. Fishing and hunting took up his spare time.
I had tried everything. Nothing seemed to be going to work. So I dived into my career and now I was living well but in a sexless relationship.
I was determined I was going to seek my pleasure elsewhere Yes, I know, attempting to seduce a teenager wasn't what most women would do, but I had started and now I wasn't going to go away, well, not just yet.
I was considering going out and seeking sex partners but I didn't want to risk my position at the bank. I had a wild filing in Atlanta at a conference but I was praying the happening didn't get back to the company. So far, it hadn't.
I knew I had an appealing body, cute, but certainly not beautiful. Kent's attention had stirred a flame in me and I wanted to continue it.
Hopefully Kent realized the exposure was not usual in our home and how fortunate he was to be seeing a mature women tanning. Nothing else. I don't think Mike thought too much about it.
The day was going to be glorious. In the eighties, and so far not a cloud in the sky.