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.
