I removed the rest of my clothing and made my way into the large sumptuous bathroom to begin filling the jacuzzi. As the tub filled, I sat on the edge and dangled my bare feet into the warm water while I waited for Audrey.
The last hour was little more than a jumbled blur in my memory that still somehow seemed almost inconceivable. Audrey and I had actually DONE it. But, then again, what had we actually done exactly? Had sex? Made love? Fucked each other's brains out? I shook my head in astonishment at the turn of events. Whatever it was that we had done, or even choose to call it, had still been one of the most incredible experiences of my life.
Audrey and I had, of course, experienced the physical act of intercourse one time previously, but on that occasion, the act had been somewhat clinically performed in a perfunctory manner, as Audrey had so eloquently deemed it, her "science experiment". And, while it had, indeed, been a very pleasant experience for both of us, it had most definitely lacked any measure of ardor or passion. That had certainly not been the case several minutes ago when Audrey and I had both seemingly been inflamed with a mutual want, desire, and need. We had gone at one another like love-struck teenagers in heat. The sedate conservative housewife and mother I had always known had matched me lustfully, thrust for thrust, vigorously, and without inhibition.
Audrey entered the bathroom a few minutes later wearing one of the fluffy terry-cloth robes provided by the hotel. She carried her dress, which had been neatly placed back onto its hanger. "I thought it might be best to leave the dress in here so you'll have it handy to put back into your garment bag for the trip home," she said, smiling somewhat sadly.
The trip home? Oh, fuck. Audrey was still under the impression that we were going home tomorrow. I cringed inwardly and mentally smacked my forehead as I had yet to tell Audrey how this little Las Vegas outing had actually been booked as a two-night stay. I had kept it from her earlier, fearing she would balk at such a long trip, and it had completely slipped my mind once we had arrived.
She stepped up to the jacuzzi and dipped her toe down into the water, "Oh, that feels nice," she said, smiling broadly. She slipped the robe from her shoulders, setting it aside on a small chair and stepped into the water, slowly lowering her body until immersed up to her neck.
My eyes almost had a heart attack to see her completely nude for the very first time. While her sexy dress had most certainly left little to my imagination about her voluptuous figure, the physical reality of Audrey's nude body was astonishing to behold. Her breasts were full and perfectly formed, with only a hint of sag, her nipples erect and jutting proudly from the darker circle of her areolas, contrasting dramatically with her otherwise creamy white complexion.
Audrey's stomach was surprisingly flat for such a mature woman, especially one who had borne three children. Somewhat surprisingly, she was completely without any of the telltale stretchmarks which might have revealed evidence of her previous pregnancies. Her waistline had thickened over the years, but in a way that enhanced her figure and emphasized her maturity in a very appealing way. A small and rather pleasing bulge of flesh encircled her waist just slightly above the wide swell of her hips, culminating at the sensually fleshy bulge that extended from just below her navel to her pubic mound. A very thin white scar ran across her lower belly just above her pubic hair, giving evidence to having delivered at least one, if not all, of her children by cesarean. Her pubic hair was light in color, the hair rather sparse, appearing almost trimmed and revealed her lovely pink labial lips.
As she settled into the warm bubbly water with an audible sigh of pleasure, I slipped into the water beside her. We sat side by side, leaning together with clasped hands for several minutes, just savoring the pleasure of the warm therapeutic bubbles.
She turned her head and kissed my cheek and I smiled and turned to face her. "I feel as if I should apologize to you for the way I threw myself at you earlier," she said, averting her eyes as her cheeks flushed. "I felt terrible for the way I reacted out in the hallway when you kissed me goodnight, and I just wanted to make up for my mistake by giving you the kind of goodnight kiss you deserved. It, um...never occurred to me that I might get so carried away."
"I think it's safe to say that the getting carried away part was mutual," I smiled. She raised her eyes and nodded.
"It was, wasn't it," she agreed, nodding reflectively. "You know, I've seen a lot of those movies and TV shows where a couple will look meaningfully into each other's eyes and then just begin ripping their clothes off in some kind of overwhelming sexual frenzy...and then making mad passionate love wherever they happened to be."
I smiled, thinking that pretty much summed up what had happened to us earlier.
Audrey laughed softly, "I was forever rolling my eyes during those scenes, reasonably sure it had to have been more of a director's poetic license than anything based in reality. I mean...who REALLY does that kind of stuff, right? Well, anyway...until tonight that is, when I totally lost my mind with you. I came in to kiss you goodnight, and then the kiss became...something so much more than that. A lot more. All I could think of was how much I wanted to be naked with you...and feel you inside me. I've never felt such a strong desire before with anyone, ever."
I nodded, not knowing how to respond to what she said because I too had been swept away by my lust for her.
She reached out and placed her hand against my cheek, smiling as she looked into my eyes, "So, thank you, Jessie, for opening my eyes and allowing me to feel so much passion. I think you awakened something inside me that I never even knew existed." She bent and kissed my lips lightly and, as she pulled away, I could see her eyes welling.
"Hey," I said with concern, reaching out to wipe a tear from her cheek with my thumb.
"Sorry," she said, wiping both eyes with her fingertips. "This entire day has just been just so wonderful...almost magical," she continued, trying to smile. "And now, I think it's finally hitting me that it's almost over." She sighed heavily and her shoulders drooped. "And tomorrow I'll be back home and have to deal with whatever remains of my life when I left."
I slipped my arm around her shoulders and held her close. "Well, schweetheart," I said in my best Humphrey Bogart imitation, "at leasht we had Lash Vegash."
Audrey giggled girlishly even as she wiped the moisture from her eyes. "You never fail to make me laugh with those silly little imitations you do, thank you for that."
"Silly?" I retorted, lapsing into my best John Wayne. "Well, pilgrim...Listen up, and listen TIGHT. I thought I did pretty darn good. Now, take'em to Missouri!"
Audrey collapsed in laughter, "Stop it, you're making my sides hurt," she gasped, holding her hand to her chest.
As her laughter subsided, I pulled her close and kissed her lips lightly. As we kissed, I reached up to cup her breast tenderly, caressing her peaked nipple gently between my thumb and index finger. "God, Mom...you have the most incredible body I've ever seen," I said, looking directly into her eyes.
She smiled, "Thank you," she said, "You have no idea how much it pleases me to know someone feels that way about me." She bit her lip thoughtfully, "It seems kind of surprising though, given that you married my daughter who has such a petite little body that's absolutely nothing like mine."
