Helena slipped-out of bed early but I didn't stir until nine. I lingered in bed, happily half-dozing and enjoying the indulgence of sleeping in. I finally crawled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, shaking off the last bits of happy slumber.
Two minutes later my teeth were brushed and my bladder empty. I headed downstairs, thoughts of the prior evening running through my mind.
The anal sex over, I bathed Helena like I'd originally intended. I soaped up every inch of her, from her cute little feet and long firm legs to her round, soft ass and her full breasts. I didn't forget her shoulders or her back, either.
Helena returned the favor, scrubbing every inch of me. We took our time and must have lingered under the water for a half hour, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies in a state of blissful satisfaction.
We toweled each other off and put on comfortable pajamas, the kind perfect for easygoing snuggling.
We split a bottle of wine and then another, lazing about the living room watching TV and talking for hours. I dimly recalled the draining of a third bottle. In the end we stumbled upstairs and fell asleep in each other's arms, drifting off into a deep drunken slumber.
I got to know Helena a lot more during our talk. I learned about her childhood and her family. Her father was a surgeon and she had an uncle who was a congressman for many years. Helena also starred at point guard from middle school through the Ivy League, putting her height and easy athleticism to good use. These days she was an avid runner and gym rat. She'd always been an avid reader, too, and it showed in her incredible breadth of knowledge. She could discuss virtually any topic with informed insight.
The conversation turned to sex. I wound up telling her everything about me in that regard, from my first fumbling attempts onward. Helena's own sexual past was far more fascinating, her college years of particular interest to me. She studied hard, fucked harder, and spoke about it all with an easygoing grace. She'd never been shy about sex, she explained, and always had a healthy libido.
Helena thought her sexual adventures over after marriage. A few years into juggling a career, studying for an MBA, and the arrival of an unexpected child, however, her marriage hit a wall. Helena wasn't specific, but hinted at a near-infidelity on her husband's part followed by a gradual transition towards an open arrangement.
"It was the only solution," she explained. "We were apart so much, and both of us oversexed. It solved a lot of issues."
Helena had lovers after her husband died, as well. I was the youngest, however, by more than a decade.
"I hope I measure up," I teased.
"And then some, kiddo."
***
I found Helena in the kitchen. She stood in front of the stove melting butter in a skillet. Assorted ingredients were on the counter next to her. She wore her pink pajamas from last night, her hair and make-up already done.
"Morning, babe," I said.
"Good morning, Sweet Jonah!" she answered cheerfully. "Heard you stirring up there and thought I'd get breakfast going. Hope you've got an appetite."
"You know it."
I came up close behind her and slapped her ass gently. She twisted back toward me and we shared a long kiss and then she turned back to her cooking.
"Sit down," she ordered. "I've made coffee and poured you some juice."
"Thank you."
I watched Helena work as I sipped my coffee. She prepared everything in a calm, precise manner, her mind focused but also at ease. I could tell she knew what she was doing, and I wondered if she'd had professional training.
Breakfast was scrambled eggs with goat cheese, thinly-sliced chives sprinkled atop. They came served with a slice of rye toast on the side slathered with boysenberry jam. We ate at the big glass table in the kitchen.
I dug right in. The eggs were perfect, fluffy and delicate and balanced by the rich flavor of the goat cheese. The chives added both texture and another layer of flavor.
"I can't believe how well you cook," I observed.
"It's one of my two great passions in life," Helena said.
"What's the other?"
Helena cocked an eyebrow. I smiled.
"I know," she continued, sipping coffee. "Food and sex. I'm such a hedonist. The two are so similar, though."
"How's that?"
"Let's see," she said. "Both are multi-sensory, and sensual. Both, ideally, should be pleasurable. Both involve putting things inside one's body, as well as the bodies of others. Need I go on?"
"I think you convinced me."
"Never a doubt," she said. "So what did you have in mind for the day?"
"A few things," I said, finishing off my eggs.
"Such as?"
"Well," I replied, looking her over. "For starters, lose the pajamas."
Helena smirked, downing the rest of her coffee. She stood, pulling off her pajama top casually. She tossed it aside, her tits exposed in their full splendor. Next she shimmied out of her pajama bottoms and bright red panties.
"How's that?" she asked.
"So much better," I sighed. "Come closer."
Helena moved nearer. Reaching out, I ran my hands along the smooth firmness of her thighs. One hand went up over her hip, sliding along its curvature. My eyes fell upon her belly. In years past Helena might've had rock-hard abs. I preferred her forty-two year old waist, though, still trim but soft to the touch.
Helena's breasts were her crowning glory, though. They were large and full and topped off by large pink areolae. I looked up at her and Helena met my gaze. Her eyes were emerald-bright in the morning sunshine streaming through the picture window.
I took in the sight of her, my eyes wandering slowly over her curves. I love how gorgeous a woman in her forties can be. All the beauty of her younger years abides, now tempered and focused. Gone, as well, is the awkwardness of youth, replaced with a mature confidence and a grown-up sexuality.
Helena put her hand on my cheek, caressing it gently with the back of her fingers.
"Sweet Jonah," she whispered.
Leaning over, I took one of her nipples into my mouth. Helena sighed, her hand moving to the back of my head as she took the other and placed it on my shoulder. I enjoyed her tits for a long time, sucking and caressing them.
My hand wandered over Helena's pubic mound. My fingers sought out her clit as her sucked a nipple hard and give it a little nibble. As I did so, I rubbed her clit gently and she let out a low moan.
I eased a finger into her pussy. I fingered her as I sucked and nibbled her breasts. Helena responded at once.
"Oh god Jonah," she moaned.
Helena slid my shirt off my head. I pushed off my pajama pants and boxers. My cock was mostly erect. Helena reached down, stroking it to full hardness as she kissed me hard.