David rolled onto his side and studied her nakedness, his eyes running from her slender throat languidly down to her glistening pale pubic hair. With equal slowness they returned and continued passed her throat to her moist face and stopped short when he realised that she was examining his body in the same manner. Comprehending he was staring at her, Louise blushed, her eyelids covering the blue eyes partially, adding to the surrealness of what was and what had been. Both gazed into the others eyes, minds wandering back to the ferocity of their lovemaking.
David smiled gently as he recalled her delight at his passion; a delight matched by his at her vibrancy. What had started in the afternoon as a chance meeting at the golf club had actually attained a level of substantiality he had rarely experienced.
"You know," she finally broke the silence, "it has been a good fifteen years since we first meet." He stared at her, the intake of breathe at her words bringing a frown to her face. Could she read his mind? He asked her, and she just giggled.
"You know, I have wanted to do this from the first afternoon I saw you in the bank." Maybe returning the conversation to the past would ease his embarrassment at the last question.
Once more she blushed, this time as her mind drifted back to the unshaven face that had leered at her over the counter; a leer felt all the way through her body; a face that had barely aged in the intervening years. She cleared her throat, consciously, rose and glided across the floor to the air conditioner. βThis might keep us cool, althoughβ¦,β her voice trailed off as she returned to the bed and stretched out beside him.
David rolled onto his side, his left hand slowly tracing circles around her nipples, alternating the direction of circle as his hand meandered from nipple to nipple.