A new day.
Jena woke to find the sun streaming through the curtains and she found herself almost singing because she felt so good.
Yesterday she met up with Ben after many years separation. They had only been in touch by phone for so long with an occasional visit every few years.
They had had a wonderful lunch and a very in-depth review of their lives since they had seen each other. Both of them had come through divorces without too much damage.
Jena at 45, had her own home and ran a very successful Interior design business, while Ben had just sold his Landscape business and was looking for something different to do.
Jena, because of her work commitments; she did a lot of climbing stairs and running round in homes, mainly large 2 or 3 story ones, her body was still reasonably fit. Her hair was still a dark chestnut red and her green eyes had an extra sparkle. Her lips were still full and luscious and very kissable. She had a 36c bust line with a slim waist and full hips.
Ben at 48, on the other had let himself go a little since ceasing work but not to the extent of being obese. He stood about 6'2". He realized, after he saw Jena, that he had to do some work on his fitness if he was to measure up to her. He had started to thin in the hairline but didn't do anything to enhance this. You could still see the cleft in his chin and his weathered face showed the signs of his continuous outdoor work. It only added to his masculinity. His gray eyes were like deep pools of mist, changing from pale to dark with his moods.
After lunch, they had walked to the nearest park and sat on a bench feeding and watching the ducks and talking together for a couple of hours. As the evening closed in, Jena suggested that she should be getting home. Ben didn't really want to part company yet as they had so much more to talk about, so suggested they meet again for Dinner that night.
They decided to go to the Cosmopolitan Hotel for dinner and arranged to meet there at 7.30pm for drinks beforehand.
They enjoyed a wonderful dinner of Prawn Cocktails, Carpet-bag Steak and coffee. Neither of them wanting dessert. Both of them seemed to come up with many events that had been part of their previous lives. They finished their meal about 10.30pm and then drifted into the lounge area where there was a 3-piece band playing in the background.
After a few moments, Ben asked Jena if she would like to dance and she immediately agreed. It had been a while for both of them. Ben took her in his arms and they slowly wended their way around the dance floor. Ben felt he had Jena right where he wanted her and where she should be. He was starting to feel so good, but it began to show when he pulled her closer to him. Jena realized that something had come between them and softly chuckled to herself.
"What's wrong?" asked Ben.
"Nothing......nothing," replied Jena.
"Come on, why are you laughing then?"
"It seems that something is coming between us," Jena retorted.
"Oh!!!!!!, yes, so it seems, he replied, laughingly. What do you think we should do about it. I have some ideas, but only if you want to continue."
"Well, why don't we transfer this dance to my place, and see what happens from there, OK?" suggested Jena.
"That seems to be a good idea."
They got a taxi from the Hotel to Jena's Condo. She lived on the outskirts of the city, 14 floors up with a wonderful view of both the city and the harbour. Ben couldn't get over how far she had progressed since her early life.
Jena switched on the coffee pot and poured a couple of Tia Maria's to have with the coffee. She suggested Ben sit on the lounge while she put some soft music on the CD player. Ben felt very relaxed and patiently waited for her to move the evening forward.
She settled in the Lounge beside him and they sat quietly sipping their drinks.
"What about we finish that dance?" enquired Ben.
