Mike sat in the family room, the fingers of one hand tapping his chin. He was looking outside as his mother was on her knees, coating her body with lotion before laying down to soak up the sun. He watched as she coated each breast, then her abdomen, followed by her legs. He watched as she moved her knees apart just a little as she poured a little more lotion onto her hand and made sure that the juncture between her legs was properly coated. He saw her eyes close and imagined her moaning just a little as she ran her fingers between her labia. Mike could feel the blood begin to flow to his own mid-section.
Linda laid down on the blanket and Mike could still see the sun glisten off her skin. He lifted the drink that he held in his other hand to hand lips and let a little of the brandy into his mouth. He savored the warmth as it coated his mouth and then down his throat.
It had been a little over a year since the dramatic life changes took place in his life. He had quit his job and started his own business. He had taken Deanna on as a partner, what with her background in accounting and law, it was a perfect match for his skills. Their partnership had turned more successful than anyone could have anticipated. What started out as a home office for the two of the them had grown into a much larger organization with an office in town along with a small staff. He still worked out of his home for the most part while Deanna worked out of the office in town.
He felt a presence come up behind him and looked up as Melody softly put a hand on his shoulder.
"God, I hope I look that good when I'm her age," Melody said in a soft voice.
Mike turned his head to find that her bush was right at eye level. The soft curls accentuated by a glint of sunlight coming in the window shining on her mid-section. He turned to face her and gently nudged her hip so that she faced him. Setting his brandy down, he placed both hands on her hips and pushed enough for her to move backwards.
Melody felt a table behind her. With a devilish grin, she scooted onto it. Mike moved his hand to behind her knees and looked up, "Honey, you are incredibly beautiful now. And I have no doubt that you'll look as good as mom, if not better."
Melody slid further back onto the table and Mike raised her legs, pulling them apart. Her labia, like a flower, opened its petals to him, exposing the sweet pink flesh that was hidden. Without a word, Mike leaned forward and started with his tongue.
*
It had been quiet all morning long and Mike was able to get caught up on some paperwork that he had fallen behind on. It was one of the few days that he was at his desk in the downtown office. So it startled him when the phone rang.
"This is Mike, can I help you?"
"Mike, it's Mitch. How are you today?"
"Not bad so far. Just trying to get caught up on paperwork."
"Yeah, I hear ya there. Never seems to go away."
"No. In fact I'm not sure it's not getting worse."
Mitch laughed, "Say Mike, do you have a couple of minutes? I'd like to stop by and hit you up with an idea."
"Sure. When?"
"Well, I'm actually in the area. Would 10-15 minutes be too soon?"
"No. Gets me the hell away from this stack of crap."
"Ha, I'm on my then," Mitch replied with a chortle.
True to his word, Mitch appeared at Mike's office 10 minutes later, "Come on in, make yourself comfortable," Mike said, pointing to the chairs that populated his office.
"Thanks for seeing me on short notice."
Mike sat in another chair across from Mitch, "So what's up?"
"Well, you and I talked a while back about whether or not we could do business together."
Mike nodded, "Yeah, I remember."
"Well," Mitch continued, leaning forward a little, "I was really impressed with your technical knowledge and insight."
Mike looked down and picked a piece of 'lint' off his pants. He didn't handle compliments as well as he should, "Well, thank you, Mitch, but it's nothing special."
"That may be. But it's some knowledge that I don't have. And the other day I got a hair brained idea and I just want to run it past you and get your feedback."
"Okay," Mike replied with a nod and a shrug, "I'd be happy to."
Just as the two men were getting up to leave Mike's office an hour later, Melody entered with a bounce in her step and a smile.
Mike stepped forward while Mitch stopped, "Mel, surprised to see you here," Mike said as he took his wife in his arms and gave her a kiss.
"Well, I thought I'd stop by and see if there was anything needed before I head home."
"Mel, I'd like you to meet Mitchell Sanders. Mitch, this is my wife Melody."
Mitch reached out and shook Melody's hand, "Good to meet you Melody."
"Please, call me Mel," she replied with a smile, thinking she had seen him before.
"Mitch," he replied with similar thoughts running through his head.
"So, do you need me to pick up anything, sweetheart?" Mel asked.
Mike pursed his lips for a second and shook his head, "No, I can't think of anything."
"Okay," she replied with same bubbly smile she had earlier.
"No, wait. Remember that wine you brought home last week?"
"Yeah?"
"How about a couple more bottles of it?"
"Okay," Melody said as she stepped forward and gave her husband a kiss. "Don't be late."
"I won't."
The two men said nothing as they watched Melody leave. Unbeknownst to the other, each was taking in the sway of her hips as she walked away.
"You know, I swear I've seen her before somewhere," Mitch said in a thoughtful voice.
"Oh?" Mike replied turning to face Mitch.
"Yeah, I was checking out a small resort recently and I, no I must be thinking of someone else," Mitch said trying to quickly drop the subject as it occurred to him that he did see her, only she was naked.
Seeing Mitch's sudden change, he asked "It wouldn't have been Hidden Eden would it?"
Mitch looked at Mike trying to hide the surprise he felt, "Well, yeah."
Mike smiled, "It was probably her. She and I go there quite often."
"How did you like the place?" Mike asked hoping to set Mitch at ease a little more.
"Not bad, not bad. I usually frequent another place."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I don't know if it has a formal name or not, be we just know it as 'The Camp'."
Mike nodded in thought for a moment, "Can't say as I've heard of it."
Mitch stuck out his hand, still wanting to sidestep the topic that had inadvertently come up, "Mike, thanks for your time. You have been incredibly helpful."
Mike shook the offered hand, "Anytime, Mitch, anytime. You should come out to the house sometime and we'll just kick back and relax. I'll e-mail you my address."
Mitch quickly thought, "I'd like that."
Mike leaned over and in a low voice, "That way you can also see how well Mel's tan looks on her."
Mitch could feel his cheeks redden a little bit. He replied with simply a smile and a nod.
*
Deanna lay on her side, her head resting on the chest of her new boyfriend. She smiled as she felt his hand run up and down her arm. She draped a leg over his and felt his penis stir as her thigh made contact.
"This is wonderful," she said in a soft voice.
Mitch turned his head just a little and kissed her forehead, "Yes, it is."
It was the first time in a long time that she spent the night with someone else in her bed, other than Mike and Melody and they really didn't count. She met Mitch at seminar recently. She started up a conversation with him primarily because he had a service which could help the business that she and Mike had built up. While the prospect didn't pan out, their relationship did. Both went through tough divorces so both were very cautious with each other for a long time.
It was a week ago that Deanna had Mike and Melody over for dinner. It was to introduce Mitch to her best friends but she also wanted their opinion of him. Deanna dropped by the store the following day to pick Melody's brain, "Mel, what did you think of Mitch?"
Melody looked at her friend and read a real desire on her face, "Deanna, I've only met him once before in Mike's office before last night."
"I know. But you must have an opinion."
Melody folded her hands in her lap and looked down for a moment. She was hesitant to express her opinion, not that she had a negative impression of Mitch, quite the opposite, she was reluctant to get in the middle of things. But Deanna needed some reassurance and she had become her friend.
"Deanna, I think he's a nice guy. He seemed really decent and seems to be quite taken with you."
"You liked him?"
"From what little I know, yes, I would say I do."
Deanna sat back and smiled, "I like him too. What does Mike think?"
Melody took a breath and paused before answering, "You should really ask him. He knows a lot more about him than I do."
A frown formed on Deanna's face, "What do you mean?"
Melody tilted her head slightly, "Well, when you and Mike were looking at him for his services, he checked him out."
A mixture of fear and anger began to form on Deanna's face, "He never said anything to me."
Melody reached out and patted her friends knee, "I know. If it looked like there was any possibility of business with him, he would have. But being it never went anywhere, he just forgot about it. He didn't intend to go around your back and he never would. You should know that."
Deanna slumped her shoulders and looked down, "You're right, I'm sorry."
Melody smiled and rubbed Deanna's knee. Deanna looked up and leaned forward a little, "What does he think?"
Melody smiled, "Well, Mike found out that Mitch is a man of his word. He has a great reputation, he's honest in his dealing with others. He seems to be a really decent man."
"Then why's he divorced? What's wrong with him?"
"Deanna, who said that it was his fault?"
"Well, he's no longer married, is he?"
"Deanna, just because your ex was a cheat and a scoundrel doesn't mean that all men who get divorced are."
