We sat naked on the couch for another ten minutes just enjoying a companionable quiet while we recovered from our orgasms. Eventually, Marie asked "are you hungry? It's nearly dinner time."
I said that I was and pulled on my boxers and t-shirt. Marie put on her tank top and pants, but didn't bother with her bra or panties. Her dark nipples still stood out against her light-colored tank. I wanted to squeeze her tits and bury my face between them, but I had said hands-to-ourselves and didn't want do anything to ruin what we had going. I just counted my blessings and enjoyed the view.
We fixed dinner and ate. We talked and laughed like the two of us had all week. It was like we hadn't just jerked off with each other. That was perfectly alright with me. After we ate, I told her good night and went back to my apartment.
The next morning, as I was getting ready for work, I was thinking about our masturbation session together. While I definitely wanted to have sex with Marie, what we had done had been as hot or hotter than any sex I'd ever had. It had been so intimate. I left my apartment and locked the door. Marie opened her door across the hall and told me good morning. I smiled and returned her greeting. I asked if she needed anything while I was out.
She replied "no, but if you don't have plans later, maybe we can continue from yesterday when you get back from work. Only if you want to, of course."
That was exactly what I was hoping to hear! Very coolly, and not at all like a goober, I nearly shouted "Yes! Uh, I mean, sure if you want to, whatever."
She laughed at my excitement and said "well, I thought about what you said yesterday about not caring what others think. And you're absolutely right. Who cares? I'm just going to ask that we take things slowly please. Yesterday afternoon was the most erotic thing I've done in the 5 years since my husband died and I'm rusty. Does that sound okay?"
I replied "that sounds excellent. We'll figure out whatever this thing is as we go along. No pressure, or drama, and no stress. The world is chaotic enough right now. I'll come over after work. Should only be a few hours."
She looked relieved and I figured she was probably pretty nervous about the situation. Even if she did say she wasn't going to care. Marie kissed me on the cheek and I left for work. The whole time I was there, my mind was on Marie. Not just her body, which drove me wild, but on her. I genuinely liked her. I wanted to play my cards right and turn this, whatever it was, into a real relationship.
There were a couple of minor IT emergencies while I was there and I was actually there for almost four hours. When I finally got everything under control, I went straight home. She asked about my day and I told her about it and apologized for taking longer than I had expected. She said it was no problem. She had spent her day unpacking again. The apartment was almost finished and it was looking more like a home.
Marie had her blond hair up in a loose pony tail. She was wearing dark green leggings and a baggy t-shirt. She looked comfy, but also sexy. The leggings were like a second skin and her ass looked amazing. I could tell that there was no bra under that shirt, because her boobs wobbled every time she moved, and her nipples were very prominent. She noticed me staring and smirked at me. She shook her boobs a little at me and with a chuckle said "you're sweet for looking at these saggy old titties. You make me feel young."
I said "what else can I make you feel?"
She grimaced at me and laughed and jibed "boo, too cheesy!"
I laughed at her heckling and countered "gimme a break, it's been months since I was able flirt. Not that I was ever that good at it, but I didn't used to throw out dumb lines like that."
Marie walked over to me and hugged me and said "you don't have to try to flirt. Just being yourself has gotten my full attention." She kissed me once and asked "want to fool around?"
I was dying to fool around. I replied "I'm dying to fool around. What do you have in mind?"
She thought about it for a second and said "I'd like to sorta build up to sex if that's okay with you. Maybe just use our hands today, but not on just ourselves."
I pretended to be exasperated and said "oh I guess so! Twist my arm."
She chuckled and took a step back and broke our hug. I reached out and lifted up her shirt, she raised her arms so I could remove it fully. I let out a small sigh as her breasts came into view. They drooped down some, but I liked that. There were light stretch marks near the top of each one where gravity had pulled them down. I put my hands on them and started massaging them and lifting them. Her nipples got harder under my palms. I gently pulled and pinched them and she let out a soft moan.
I said "god I love your boobs. I've wanted to touch them ever since I hung that frame above the couch."
Looking me in the eyes Marie said "I'm glad you do, but I don't see why. 20 years ago, you couldn't find a better pair even in magazines. Now they're like deflated balloons. Why wouldn't you rather find a girl around your age that has perky tits that point toward the sun? I trip and step on my old girls."
I chuckled at her exaggeration of stepping on them. They really didn't droop that much. I said to her "somehow I think you're exaggerating on that. And I don't want someone my age. Yours are incredible."
I bent down and was about to put one nipple into my mouth, but she stepped back and gently slapped me on the forehead and said "just hands today."