Marie was a mature woman with short, well layered blue silver hair and a slightly plump, but still desirable body that was generally covered by proper attire, consisting of sensible tops and knee length skirts. She was a junior high school librarian, a widow who had been married to her college sweetheart for twenty some years until he had perished in a vehicular accident.
I met her two years after her husband's death. I was only twenty-four, starting my first year of teaching, after three years of soldiering and four years of college.
Nothing happened between us that first year. She was somewhere around my mother's age and I was not into the Oedipus thing. We did, however, become friends, talking for many hours at the teacher's lounge.
Right before my second year of teaching started, we were both scheduled to attend a seminar in Orlando, over three hours' drive from Miami, so we decided to drive up together to save gas. I drove and on the way we carried a lively conversation which eventually led to a very personal level.
"So are you dating anyone now?" she asked.
"In between relationships," I answered, "how about you?"
"I've tried to date," she answered, ''but I was married for so long that I've forgotten how."
"I'll give you a refresher course."
"Really," she said with a chuckle, "Is that an offer for a date?"
"Sure," I answered kidding, "you are a hot babe."
She laughed.
"Rick, I'm twice you age," she said, "but I'll accept your refresher course."
I nodded. I didn't know what to say. Was she hinting at seduction or was it a teasing game between friends? For a second I envisioned her playing and sucking my dick and the image was enticing.
"Okay," I said, "we won't have anything to do this afternoon and evening except register for the seminar and that will take ten minutes, so why don't we stretch out by the pool and down a couple of Margaritas and discuss what ails you...."
"Sure."
The hotel resort had one of those gigantic pools where you could fit a small village. The huge irregular pool had a waterfall and a couple of stone type grottos. Marie wore a modest two piece black swim suit that showed off her round ass and milk white breasts. She was on the chunky side, full fleshed but her ass was inviting and her tits well proportioned.
I ordered two Margaritas and rubbed oil on her body without asking for permission. Marie did not make any comments, as she laid face down on the lounge chair while my hands oiled her shoulders, back and thighs. For a brief moment I felt a slight shiver run through her body, a signal that promised future enjoyment.
I sat next to her, enjoying the drink and the sight of her well oiled flesh glistening in the sun. The booze, hot sun and gleaming flesh had me wondering if I could have a glorious copulation with this woman.
I really liked her as a person but had never considered a sexual relationship with Marie. The fact that she was over twice my age and a coworker had preconditioned me to think along those lines. Besides, I was usually involved in a relationship, two steady ones in three years.
I was still unsure whether the car banter had been a kidding game or a message, an invitation. I did not know what to do, how to approach her without offending.
"Look," I said, "getting back into dating is difficult because you are not used to interacting in a personal level with someone new."
"It's not that," she answered, "I've dated a couple of very nice men this year."
"So what do you think is the problem?"
"The sex part..."
"Oh," I said, "that can be difficult. Again, it's about interacting, something that is difficult when you had such a long relationship with your husband...."
Her laughter cut my words short. She turned on the lounge chair, facing me, her white globes shiny with oil, nipples outlined through the thin fabric of the swimming top.
"Oh, honey," she said, "When I said the sex part, I meant I am dissatisfied with the bland, vanilla sex from the men I date. My husband Lee and I had an open marriage. I've had many men and a couple of women."
I was stunned. I did not know what to say and sat and sat in silence.
"You seem surprised. Well, it's true. Lee was bisexual and early in our marriage he insisted that we both should try a threesome. I was young and curious and Lee set it up with a friend of his, a guy named Hector, a body builder type. That night we both went down on Hector and then he had us both. That's how it all started and I enjoyed it very much."
I nodded.
"Interesting," I answered, "and most unexpected." "It caught your attention," she said looking down at the hardness in my swim shorts, "Does it turn you on? Sure it does. Did you visualize me with both men?"
"Of course," I answered, "I imagined it and wanted to have you."
"You could," she said with a grin, "let's go for a dip."
She went in the water and I followed as we swam lazily to a grotto area where the water came up to her chest, the water caressing her nipples.
We kissed deep and hard and her body pressed against me.
"So how do you like it?" I said, "So I can please you."
"Take without asking, be a little rough without hurting me and be creative."
I nodded, understanding her desires. I kissed her again and moved her until she was backed against the pool wall, protected from prying eyes by two fake stucco boulders.
