Chapter 1: An Intimate Evening with Rhett
Jeni smiled at Rhett and said, "I think I can make a better cup of coffee than this. Would you like to drop by and continue this conversation at home?"
Rhett could hardly believe his ears. He was usually the one doing the 'inviting.' He raised his eyebrows and replied, "Ahhhh..., would you repeat that madam. Did I hear correctly?"
Jeni smiled, and directed Rhett, "Pay the bill and follow me, sir."
A quick glance into the rear view mirror provided Jeni Ekland a brief sense of security as she drove home through a couple of rough neighborhoods. Even though closer, she would not normally take this route unless Rhett Strong was following. After the past several months, she had allowed herself a brief cup of coffee at the Waffle House with Rhett after the AHA (American Heart Association) meeting. It was almost 10:00 pm and Jeni had drifted into one of her frequent bouts of loneliness that occurred during her husband's absences. And with the loneliness came a bit of sexual tension that kept her in a state of unrest.
Inviting another man into her home was completely out of character for her, yet tonight it was well planned. She had selected her target. A rush of excitement brought back memories of a young teenage girl coming of age. She would be taking a bold step in coming to grips with her present sexuality. But now, at the age of 52, she hoped to benefit from the many years of maturity she had developed.
Jeni continued glancing in the rear view mirror just to make sure Rhett was still there. She felt uncomfortable driving alone at night. Her mind wandered and she questioned. Why was she doing this? The images flashing across the mirror reminded her of a video tape on fast forward. She began to reflect on the life she had with her wonderful husband. He had given her two successful children, a beautiful home, a great marriage, their reputations and their careers. How could she spend an evening with Rhett and protect all of this? The reasons seemed so shallow. Regardless, she had a plan. She would find a way.
With each in their separate cars, Jeni led Rhett into the triple car garage. He parked along side her husband's Mercedes...the automatic door closed behind them. Was this a symbolic 'point of no return'?
They entered the family room and Jeni helped him out of his coat and hung them neatly in the closet. She turned, smiled and gave Rhett one of those stand-off hugs that said, 'I'm a very proper woman...don't get too close...this is just between friends.' She turned, walked away and said, "Excuse me a minute let me change into something more comfortable."
Rhett foolishly daydreamed that maybe, she'd return in her sexiest lingerie, or that she'd return nude covered in a comfortable bathrobe. His hopes were soon dashed as she appeared in a comfortable tee shirt tucked neatly into the waistband of a pair of loose fitting knit shorts. Rhett quietly remarked, "Now, you look relaxed."
"Thank you sir, I had to free these tits from that tight bra."
Rhett chuckled and playfully teased, "Oh I just wish you had allowed me to help?"
To which Jeni replied as she picked up the flirtatious exchange, "You men are all alike. You're just horny old dogs. Hell, these are getting flat and hang like a 50 year old woman's. Certainly, you don't see anything sexy in these."
"You are a 50 year old woman and they should look like that. You should be proud of your appearance. You are a beautiful, sexy, mature woman. We are visual animals, you know."
"And sir, I don't believe you have told me your age yet," Jeni asked, as she put her hands on her hips and thrust her chest forward.
Laughing, Rhett commented, "Let's just say I've entered the Viagra stage of life.
"Surely not," Jeni politely replied, "Here, let's make that pot of coffee."
"Oh yes, since that heart surgery, things were a little slow and the quality was slipping. It's like when one's eyesight begins to fade and print becomes hard to read; reading glasses help. A little assistance never hurts and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Just don't take sex away from us old men."
Jeni laughed with a compassionate sense of understanding. Her husband had started using Levitra after his corrective heart surgery. Then she said, "Don't forget us women. We like a little sex too."
As she turned and moved into the kitchen, Rhett slowly followed. He stood, maybe a step away. Jeni opened the cabinet and asked, "Can you get that coffeemaker from the top shelf." Rhett carefully closed the distance between them. Jeni took a deep breath as she sensed him invading her space. He slowly nestled up behind her, and willingly she made no attempt to move. In fact she turned slightly allowing her breast to touch his arm. Warm sensations spread up her back. Her vagina began to moisten. Her husband had been away over two weeks. She knew the signs.
Rhett carefully assembled the coffeemaker and plugged it into the outlet and said, "There, it's ready to go." He lightly placed his hand in the small of her back guiding her back to the familiar spot at the counter.
Jeni politely responded, "You can go back into the den if you like and I'll join you as soon as it's ready." She briefly reflected on the present situation. Was she supposed to have a guilty conscience or was this what she wanted.
Rhett said, "I'll just stand here by the bar. Talking with you is better than sitting alone."
"Suit yourself", Jeni replied, and placed the filter into the coffeemaker. She began to pour the dry coffee. She sensed that Rhett was moving in closer. With both hands now occupied she felt him slip up behind her, place his hands on her hips, and slowly move them around her midsection and gently pull her into his chest. She took a deep breath and allowed herself a moment to enjoy his embrace, then said, "Based on what I'm feeling, I don't think you need any Viagra." She missed this kind of affection during her husband's absences. Make no mistake, she was getting turned on.
With Jeni facing away, Rhett slowly pulled her into his arms and pressed his hard member into the crevice of her ass. He pulled the tee shirt from the waistband of her shorts, then, moved slowly to cup a breast in each hand.
Jeni trembled with anticipation. This was a totally new experience for her. She was barely able to pour the water into the coffeemaker. Somehow the task was done. Her attention was now focused on the responses her body was experiencing. Her face and chest flushed. She grabbed the front of the counter to steady herself. Shaking from pent up desire, she wanted him to take her, but that would violate the details of her plan. Slowly, she turned in his arms and allowed his kiss. Their mouths opened and their tongues danced. Her loins ached as the passion intensified.
Rhett pressed his hardness into her lower midsection and began a slow rocking motion. She caressed the front of his slacks and gently squeezed. He was very hard and his size was nice. Their tongues renewed their love for French-kissing. Her brief equipment inspection told her they would fit quite nicely together and that she could be well satisfied.
Jeni raised herself onto her toes, opened her legs and tried to place the tip of his cock in that clit area. Slowly with some reluctance, she pushed him away and said, "Wait, wait Rhett. I've got something to discuss with you first."
"Oh goodness, I knew this was only a dream. Please don't turn into a pumpkin, my balls ache so much."
