My thanks to Jeriscol for his editing. This story was reposted with minor edits to help make it more enjoyable for readers.
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Of course she wanted to come and visit on the weekend when the City was full. The national lacrosse championships and the state cheerleading championships were being held in the City all weekend. There wasn't a hotel room within at least 50 miles. I suggested our guest room. Trish, my wife, thought that a good idea. She invited Kim to stay with us for three days. Kim would have a day with her relatives, including her step-niece who was in the cheerleading competition, and part of a day on either side of the competition to visit with us.
Kim lived in Southern California. She was married and had mothered two kids that were now launched. She was still a looker, even though she was complaining about hot flashes according to my wife. She had long blond hair, a thin svelte figure, and a over generous set of knockers that did not sag that I'd fantasized about the two other times I'd met her, each encounter about a decade apart. Further, she had that knack of wearing outfits that were just flashy enough to call attention to herself, but that weren't over the top.
Kim had been one of Trish's roommates in college. They didn't see each other but every year or two, but they had kept in touch constantly. I think Trish talked to her a couple of times a week while driving home from work. Two years had past since her last visit. Usually when Kim visited I saw her at meal times, but other than that I made myself sort of invisible so the two of them could talk.
Five days before Kim's planned visit, I arrived home to find Trish packing for a trip. "Where are you off to? I asked.
"My Mum's having trouble breathing again. I've been on the phone all day with doctors and nurses setting up appointments for her starting tomorrow. I'm catching the evening flight out to Austin. She's probably got the balance of her meds all screwy again; it'll take a week or so to straighten her out, just like the last time."
"Should I come? What can I do to help?" I asked. "Nothing at all but be on stand-by here. I might need you to come out there if her asthma gets any worse," my wife said. I didn't even think about Kim's visit that day.
Trish called late the next evening from Austin. As suspected her mother was struggling with the medicines she was taking to cope with her asthma. At least she'd stopped smoking. She had a couple of more doctors' appointments over the next week and Trish seemed to have everything under control.
As we were talking on the phone, I reminded Trish about Kim's visit. She started, "You'll have to vacuum and clean before she comes. The guest room should be clean except for all the stuff piled on the bed and desk; just hide all that away somewhere. You'll have to be host. Take her to dinner or such. Be nice to her -- very nice. She's my favorite friend and I don't want her to think I've abandoned her to a dolt. I think she'll have a car so you won't have to do too much except entertain her in the evenings. I'll call her now and explain why I'll miss her. I'll have her call you about her arrival time."
I acknowledged the arrangement and we went on to other things. Two days later Kim called. "I can't find a rental car anywhere in the state, what's going on there? It can't be that every cheerleader wants a car that weekend?" I assured her not, but did talk about the other events going on nearby that weekend that had lots of outsiders flying into the area at the same time as her visit. We worked out that I'd pick her up at the airport the next day and then she could use the car over the weekend since I was planning on working around the house and wouldn't need it.
I got busy with the vacuuming and dusting. The place sparkled better than usual by the time I was through.
Kim's flight arrived about noon. I shined myself up and put on my best casual clothes. I stopped at a florist on the way to airport and picked up a bouquet of pretty flowers for her, put some light jazz in the car's CD player and was curbside at the airport when she came out from the luggage pickup area. We hugged and kissed one another as old friends do. I presented her with the flowers, and I got a more serious kiss. This was clearly the right thing to do. She said, "You are such a romantic. I love it. Don't ever stop." I got another hug.
She was excited about being here and apparently about being with me. She briefly mentioned missing Trish, and I had the feeling it was me that she really wanted to see. "Oh, well," I thought, "I won't be dolt for three days."
Now I'm no movie star and I'm certainly not in her league when it comes to keeping up with fashion and style. I am quite fit and exercise a lot, even as I've gotten older, I've added a few pounds in the wrong places, but not too many. Lastly, I love women; I find them fascinating and so it is easy for me to devote my full attention to them. Kim made this easy to do. As we drove, my whole attention was focused on her. She ate it up.
Kim had not had lunch, so rather than go to the house I drove to a little outdoor restaurant in a quaint section of town and we sat and had a few leisurely glasses of wine and salads. It was especially nice to be seen with Kim, since she was such a looker. People did look.
By the end of the meal, we were both blatantly flirting with each other. There was a lot of touching of arms and shoulders, brushing things out each other's hair, and eye contact with deep looks into each other's souls.
It was three o'clock by the time we got to the house. She hadn't visited us at this house before, since we'd moved in only a year before. The house was on the bay with a spectacular view, and had a beautiful and large swimming pool. Kim announced, "Oh, I have to go swimming right now." She scampered off to unpack and change.
I slipped on swim trunks, got towels and was in the pool when she came outside. She took a dive from the side into the deep end and swam under water towards me. She grabbed my legs and proceeded to try to swim through them. In the process she up-ended me and when we came up we were holding on to each other, and sputtering and laughing.
"Oh, this is so nice. I haven't been this warm for months," she said as she swam away from me. "Is that because of me or the air temperature?" I questioned with a not too subtle nuance. She laughed impishly and hugged me again before swimming out of range. We started doing slow laps in the pool next to one another. After a while, we both climbed out.
I pulled two chaises close together and we both lay down to bask in the sun. I reached over to just touch her arm and ended up stroking it. She started stroking back, and soon our hands were taking turns lightly smoothing and caressing the other's hands. Neither of us acknowledged the contact with words, yet it was very sensuous and arousing.
Kim was wearing a beautiful bikini-style bathing suit full of color and flare. It was a prim and proper two-piece suit. Nevertheless, from my vantage point on the chaise next to her, I could examine her pretty body. First, her breasts were tightly packaged into the bikini bra, leaving an alluring display of cleavage between the two mounds. Her legs were quite shapely and athletic, and looked unusually long in part due to the high cut nature of the bathing suit. I was in heaven taking in the view.
We continued our lunchtime chat about kids, spouses, great books and movies, events in town, dinner preferences, and dozens of other topics. About five o'clock I opened up a bottle of wine and some cheeses for the two of us and we indulged as we sat in the warm setting sun.
Eventually, we went in to change for dinner. I was quick to shower and toss on slacks and a sport shirt. As I walked by the guest room, the door was open. Kim was standing in front of the mirror in bra and panties. I gawked. She looked pleased with herself and said, "You see less skin than that bikini I was wearing fifteen minutes ago." She laughed delightfully, came over and kissed me on the cheek. Then returned to finish dressing. I stayed in the open doorway talking some nonsense about the restaurant while my gawk continued.
When she was about done dressing, including having me zip her up, and putting on make-up, I went and poured myself more wine. My temperature was up. I was aroused and pondering what this evening would bring.
I was sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen bar when Kim came up behind me and rubbed her breasts across my back as she hugged me. I turned and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Oh, that's not a serious kiss," she said. She came around in front of me, keeping her arms around my neck, leaned down and we had a serious kiss -- a very serious kiss.
This was a kiss without rushing. Our heads slightly tilted, eyes open to see the other person, and then a slow approach. We both knew what we were going to do. First, we could feel the other's hot breath, then our lips just rubbed together gently, and then the harder part of the kiss materialized. Our mouths opened slightly and our tongues gently tested the acceptance of the other. Once it was clear that we were both receptive to a deep kiss, our tongues explored even deeper and with more ardor.
As we kissed, my shank stiffened and my pants started to show the bulge. My hands were no longer idle; from my seated position I could run one hand up and down Kim's legs and use the other to stroke her buttocks. She had on slacks, yet they were a thin fabric and so the slow stroking I started was no doubt felt by her as though she was naked. On my up strokes, I would stop just short of her pussy area. I didn't want her to suddenly scream, "Pervert" or slap me or tell Trish that I'd hit on her. After we were well into our second kiss, I doubted any of those options would occur.
Neither of us moved our bodies. Kim remained standing with me stroking up and down one thigh and then the other. I was seated with her breasts pressed around my left shoulder. Our heads were turned and tilted towards each other so that we could continue kissing.
Eventually, she withdrew, picked up my wine glass and took a large sip of the beverage. "Wow," she said. I replied, "Double wow!" After a few seconds, I asked, "Well, ready for dinner?" With an attitude of distraction, she said, "Yes. Yes, let's go. If I stay here, who knows what will happen"
Dinner was at a romantic little bistro in the exclusive part of town. We had an outdoor table again. "So European," Kim noted. The wine was wonderful and the dinner superb. The company was equally romantic. We continued to touch and stroke each other's palms and arms as we had started at lunch. There was more of a familiarity about it now.
After dinner we walked up one side of the street and down the other window-shopping. Our stroll was really an excuse for us to tightly hold onto one another. It was also, perhaps, the opportunity for each of us to think about where the evening was going and how we wanted it to end. Apparently, we both had similar thoughts; Kim finally leaned over and kissed me and said, "Let's go back to the house. It's more private there."
