Laurel is at home on a dark, rainy Saturday afternoon. It's been one of those days she adores, and rarely has the opportunity to savor...languid, low-key and relaxing. She slept late and has thoroughly enjoyed her coffee and newspaper. Now the clock is ticking away and she is feeling like she needs to shift gears and get something done. Still, it's so hard to get off the couch! As Laurel carries on a spirited argument with herself as to whether she should just go ahead and finish that new mystery or get up and get moving, the phone rings.
It rings several more times before she is able to get to it. She leaves a trail of newspaper and an empty coffee cup in her wake. "Laurel?" The voice is male and unfamiliar.
"Yes?" She is cautious expecting a salesperson or someone calling from work.
"Hey...it's David...you know, from Florida?"
It takes a moment for it to click. "Oh, yes! How are you? Are you in Pennsylvania again?" Laurel remembers when he attended that retreat and he talked about visiting.
"I'm good. I'm not exactly in Pennsylvania...I think I'm near you. Didn't you say you live in Fairport? I know it's sort of weird but I was hitching and they dropped me off in the middle of town. I'm at the drug store here, right by the town square or whatever. Is that far from you?"
Despite trying your best to fight it, she finds herself feeling a little excited....maybe even a little titillated. "No, that's not far at all. Just a few blocks. Are you going to be in town long enough to visit? I could come down and pick you up."
"Well, that's why I stopped here....I mean to visit you. I forgot your address though. If it's only a few blocks, I can walk."
Laurel blurts out her address and the directions. "Are you sure I can't come down there and give you a ride? It's kinda wet out there."
"No. It's cool. I'd like to walk and see what it's like around here. I think the rain just stopped."
Laurel scrambles upstairs "to make herself beautiful." She knows it won't take him long to walk to her house from there. She finds lots of thoughts running through her mind, but she pushes most of them out. After all, she just turned 53 and he is....well....lots younger. Laurel is surprised her heart is beating faster. Well, a woman can have her fantasies! It will be interesting to see him again.
She rushes downstairs to straighten up and see if she has anything to offer him to eat or drink. Laurel is still trying to catch her breath when the doorbell rings. Giving the area one last glance, she walks down the steps and opens the front door.
David is just setting his backpack down on the porch. He is wearing some baggy shorts and an unbuttoned, cotton print shirt. His twenty something good looks have only gotten better since she saw him last. His unruly, dirty blonde hair has grown out a little and he looks like he has been working outside at some physically demanding job. His leg and arm muscles are well toned and tan, while his blue eyes sparkle. Laurel's eyes quickly take in his nearly smooth chest and drop slowly to his feet.
"Hey....." He seems just slightly awkward. His eyes meet hers.
"Come in.....come in! It's good to see you."
Laurel remembers what a hugger David was and he doesn't disappoint her. As he walks through the door, he wraps his arms around her. She can feel her breasts pressing against his chest. David's skin smells faintly sweaty and like he has been outdoors, but definitely not unpleasant. "It's good to see you too, " he says as he squeezes her tight then lets go.
Laurel invites him to sit on the coach and offers him a drink. He asks for water and she fixes him a tall glass of ice water. "I guess you timed it right with that rain!" She hands him the water and sits down across from him. Young David smiles that disarming smile of his and gulps down some of the water. Laurel takes the opportunity to study him again. His legs are tan and muscular with only a hint of blonde hair. She can't help noticing those smooth muscular thighs. His open shirt is another major distraction. Not only that sexy chest is visible, but so is his hard, flat stomach and that little trail of dirty blonde hair that runs from his navel and disappears into his shorts. "So what brings you to my neck of the woods?"
"I came to see you. I was working in Pennsylvania...that same place I came before. That didn't work out and I remembered you lived here. Thought it would be fun to come up this way."
Laurel smiles. "I'm glad you did. What happened in Pennsylvania?" She catches herself and thinks she might have embarrassed him. "I mean if you feel like telling me."
"That's cool. I was doing outside work for them...you know like maintenance and stuff on the retreat. I kind of forgot that they close down for the season. Guess I've been living in Florida too long! Anyhow, no big deal. Just need to move on."
She notices him glancing at her breasts and all those little buttons running down her knit top. Of course, she has managed to leave quite a few undone. "Well, you're welcome to hang here for awhile. I mean I have plenty of room and all that."