"I was going to bring you a drink, for us to share it," Saskia said on halting breaths as she felt his hands on her skin, his fingers drawing away her short-hemmed robe, the slide of the cool silken fabric like a caress. She felt the material sculpting her body and brushing against her hard sensitive nipples. What she had succumbed to made her feel that she was going mad, that her lover had already tapped into a deep vein of pleasure and she needed so much more from him.
"I didn't want you to be away from me a moment longer."
Finn embraced her and she felt his fingers trace a caress down over her body. She already knew that he could not have had enough of her, and she felt the same after what felt like hours of tempestuous and uninhibited sex, the throwing aside of all family bonds and any remaining restraint or inhibitions.
"And I needed a moment's rest," she answered, laughing knowingly. There was the unmistakable aroma of them having had sex and she felt the pleasing languor in her body and aching legs, in her breasts and sore nipples. Finn had feasted on all of her and she knew that he had been wasted by what she had sought of him in return. It had become a noisy and energetic fuck-fest that she had been reluctant to stop, but she had to come up for air.
Sakia languished in his embrace.
She knew, already, that Finn would help her through. They had known each other for so many years and had never succumbed to making real what they may have felt for each other. They each had partners. She was his aunt, through marriage only and not through a blood tie. Finn had his girlfriends, and lovers, who drifted in and out of his life and, miraculously, she had gotten on with all of them.
Now, after surrendering to the emotional mayhem of tempestuous sex, she had crossed a boundary.
"There's no going back," he murmured, holding Saskia tighter and breathing in her musky scent.
She reached up and held his neck with one hand as he pressed his lips to the warm skin of her throat. How wonderful to feel his strong body against her. How wonderful to have been taken to another place by his ardent and considerate loving of her body.
"No, there's no going back and I wonder where it will all lead. At least I still have you."
♥
The family reunion over the days of the weekend had been a success and no one had said too much about seeing her arrive alone. Widows weeds were not for her and she had settled in, as best she could, with the raucous fun of old and young alike over a farewell lunch on the last day. There was little sea breeze and her brother-in-law's house, set in the lee of the forested dunes, was a perfect venue for them all to gather.
Now, as she clutched her large beach bag and said her farewells to all in attendance, she met Finn's look upon her once more. Others, the younger ones in the family, had brought friends along, their latest squeezes, but Finn was alone and he had unhesitatingly made sure that they sat next to each other at lunch, the long table set under an open-sided length of several gazebos so that people did not wilt under the glare of the unrelenting sun.
She was again taken by the sight of his strong square-jawed face, and that his sandy brown hair was unruly as ever, his broad-shouldered bulk dwarfing her. Whenever she saw him she found it difficult not to be taken by his good looks, just as she was now, the sight of Finn in his chinos that accompanied a sky-blue hemp shirt, the long sleeves rolled up his strong forearms and the neckline open to reveal a toned chest along with a gold chain necklace with a crucifix and now redundant wedding ring, dangling against his breastbone. He was ruggedly good-looking and far from self-obsessed.
"It's not like you to be alone," she had smiled even as she realised that the same could be said of her, now that Frank was no longer with her. He too had always enjoyed the company of the young man before her, and never more so than when they went out sailing. Finn had his girlfriends, then, and she and Frank never quite knew who he would bring along when they went out for a day sail.
"I'm not alone, Saskia. My mind has been on you and I wanted to be with you when we met again like this."
"And with so many others around," she heard herself say.
"I could drive you home. Then it will be just the two of us."
There was something about her character that he had always been taken by. Saskia's shapely, slender, figure needed no plus sizes and he had been taken by the older woman dressed in a swirly, floaty thin cotton summer dress with its frilly hem and tropical forest print, her white canvas pumps a rebellious touch.
"Yes, and in different circumstances."
Infatuation, a flirtatious glance that she could not keep from responding to, much to her dismay, had given way to a discreet but unmistakable advance, the touch of his hand to her arm. She found herself wanting the reunion to end and for them to leave and to see just where their instincts took them.
♥
Saskia felt uncommonly nervous, now that she was alone with him. They had glanced at each other often enough at the reunion, They had sought each other out as if driven on by the wish for continued companionship, unlikely as it may seem to others but they had known each other for some time.
And now, as they left the family reunion and were alone together, she wondered what form their closeness would now take and that would gradually become clearer. Sakia took to wondering how to deal with it; the slow but unmistakable seduction of her and by someone in the family. She had felt her heart beat a little quicker, along with a tightening in her throat, as she saw him or met Finn's glance her way, the unmistakable look of his appraising eyes upon her.
"The day for us has gone differently from how it's been before," she said on glancing his way and seeing Finn's strong profile.
The breeze through the open windows tugged at his hair and mussed hers too, but she could put a hand to it to keep it from falling across her face. He had to drive and she had felt his touch on her leg, twice, as he worked the manual gearshift on his BMW. Deliberate or not, those touches had aroused conflicting thoughts and feelings in her.
"Not far now," Finn smiled and darted a glance at her on seeing Saskia close the skirt of her dress. The silken smoothness of her thighs had not been missed.
"No, not far," she replied, lost in the thoughts aroused by his renewed look upon her.
Saskia knew Finn was an attentive young man, but did she want more from him than a few moments of his company? A man, other than Frank, was intent on pursuing her. She saw it in his eyes whenever Finn looked at her, gawked even as if he saw her through new eyes, and it had set her thinking of how far to go in softening the edges of her loneliness and with him.
"May I stay a while longer with you?" he asked as the car idled at the traffic lights and her apartment block was just to be seen through the trees that lined the town's bypass. The marital home with its garden, that she had shared with Frank, had been replaced by a rooftop apartment. The balcony gave views over the town and towards the dunes and the small village that they had just driven from.
Saskia hesitated for only a moment. "Yes, come in and see my new place, now that it's finished. It's changed since you last saw it...and me with my painting overalls on."
He laughed softly on remembering that time. She had been determined to move on and had been glad of his company and help "You looked good even in the overalls you had on, but today's look is how I prefer to see you," he confided.
The car was soon brought to a smooth halt in one of the parking bays reserved for visitors and Finn pushed the control button so that the roof closed over them and blotted out the sunlight. The electric windows whirred softly before they too closed.
"Lead on," Finn encouraged and he soon fell into step beside her as Saskia followed the path to the front door in purposeful strides, her hair brushing her shoulders and a soft wondering look to be seen in her eyes as she gazed at him. "I'm glad to be doing this, finally."
"I know," she murmured on hearing the certainty in his voice and on feeling how close Finn stood at her side as the fully glazed entrance door to the block slid open. "I'll tell you about how I feel when we're in my place."
Once inside the cool of the apartment she stood by his shoulder, unmistakably in contact with him, as Finn gazed at a photograph he had taken from the hall table shelf. He could breathe in her scent as he felt her first tentative touch, the brush of her fingers to the skin of his arm as he gazed at it.
"You're back to looking as you once did...when this picture was taken," he suggested.
"I felt that I was wanted and I wasn't alone, then."
"And you aren't alone now if you'll let me help you."
Finn gazed at her for an instant, then at the photograph. He had one too, somewhere, of the slender-bodied woman with her riotous tangle of windswept hair as she stood on the foredeck of Frank's yacht, each of them clutching the forestay to keep their balance. The picture he held was of her with Frank Wouters, and yet the mental association for them seemed to morph into how they had been at that moment.
Finn saw how Saskia's bikini flattered a fulsome figure, a body that he now gazed at once more in the privacy of her apartment and shaped by her sundress. The loss of Frank had taken its toll upon her. Saskia's slender face was gaunt, but the searching look of her eyes upon him, the first touch of her hand to his, was unmistakable in what she now sought of him.
They had each taken slow steps to be here in their lives and their relationship had always been warm, proper, and unduly respectful. But now, alone with him, she wanted attention and now there was no barrier, for either of them, to make that hunger become real. The longer the reunion party had gone on the stronger the hold on her that thinking of them 'getting together' had become. Who they were to each other did not feature, or, if it did not for too long.
Saskia gripped his arm as she stood close to him to keep her balance as she lifted one foot, then the other, to make it easier to slide off her pumps.
"That's better, the floor feels nice and cool."
"I wish I felt that way, cool, but being with you all day has fanned the heat in me...for you." He put an arm around her waist and she clutched his hand to keep it on her. "I guess I haven't kept that a secret from you."
