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Castle Rock Erotic Story
A pretty young woman helps a widower get over his loss.
Letting Go
There isn't a better season in the Midwest than spring. Summer, fall, and winter can all be enjoyable for swimming, hiking or skiing, but I've always found something particularly invigorating about springtime: the fertile smell in the air as the ground thaws out and the spring flowers and grasses begin to grow; the balmy breezes from the southwest that let you go outside without needing to bundle up; the growing daylight that extends past 7 o'clock in the evening so you can enjoy the sunset at home with a glass of Chardonnay instead of at work with a Sprite.
I've always been one of the first in my neighborhood to get out in the spring to clean up the yard, plant flowers or transplant shrubs, or just sit on the patio and contemplate what changes I'd like to make in the landscaping. After spending nine or ten hours at work, nothing beats working in the yard to relieve stress and cleanse the soul. It has also been good therapy for getting over the loss of my beautiful wife in a traffic accident.
It was in the spring a year ago when the season was new and the air was fresh and the warm breeze foretold of great things to come when a most serendipitous event changed my life. The early evening air was warm and fertile and the breeze was blowing softly from the south a delicious light wind that made me pause every few minutes just to breathe in and feel a renewed vigor throughout my body. I was planting some arborvitaes along the fence that lines the side of my yard to screen off the traffic on the roadway and the sidewalk and make the yard a bit more private. I had the holes dug and lined with peat and mulch and was struggling to get the batch of new shrubs set in before dark.
As I paused to take in another breath of the fresh spring air, I caught the scent of summer flowers coming my way. I looked up to see where it was coming from and was startled by the most lovely young woman I had ever seen, dressed in a little white athletic shirt and matching running shorts, trotting along the sidewalk, coming my way. Looking down at my dirty jeans with the torn knees and my muddy boots, I realized that I must look a sight, my white t-shirt covered with dirt and sweat, and my hair all matted and stuck to my sweaty brow. I ran a gloved hand across my forehead absentmindedly, surely smudging my face with mud.
I tried to smile as she approached. She was looking in front of her and couldn't miss my admiring gaze; her light brown hair was tied back behind her head; her dark eyes sparkled; her fair complexion was flushed with the glow of a good run; her firm young breasts bobbed in concert with her trotting pace, secured surely by a sports bra. As she neared me, she smiled.
"Nice evening for a run," I called out, leaning on my shovel.
"Nice evening for yard work too," she replied, her mouth curled into a straight white, toothy smile.
What a pretty girl! I thought to myself as she passed by, the scent of her perfume filling my head with its light rosy fragrance. My eyes followed along as she ran past, noting the bobbing curves of her cute little butt accented by the red trim on her shorts. Ah, springtime! I thought. When a young man's fancy turns to what the girls have been thinking about all winter long!
I watched her for the next minute as she continued along the sidewalk until her swaying ponytail moved out of sight when she turned down the next block. I began to muse as I returned to my planting. What if she runs every night? What time is it? Maybe I have one more reason to be outside around this time. Foolish thoughts, all of them, but since I had lost my wife foolish thoughts seemed to occupy my mind quite frequently. Before long though, the foolish thoughts had propelled me through my planting chore and I soon found myself sitting on a patio chair sipping some White Zinfandel and thinking about what other landscaping was required along that side of the yard. I wondered about what sort of impression I had made on her, all wholesome and fresh scrubbed, as I stood there sweaty and dirty. But then I also thought about possible lines to spring on her and a few snappy comebacks should she get the first word in.
The next evening found me outside, checking on my newly planted shrubs. She didn't pass by and I found myself feeling even more foolish for getting worked up over the passing of a pretty girl. What if that was the only time she ever passes by? I thought. Wednesday found me working late and I didn't get home until nearly dark. Thursday I was home early and out getting the flowerbeds ready for an early planting, but there was no sign of the cute little lady with the long ponytail.
By the time Friday came along, I had gotten rid of any pretensions about the runner. Happenstance, I thought. Just one of those things! So I mixed a tall Manhattan and sat out on the patio for a while thinking about how a bed of roses would look nice along the back fence. It was another gorgeous night, just as Monday had been. Those same fertile hints of spring were in the air. I wandered out to get a better look, bringing my glass along.
Moving slowly along the back fence sipping my bourbon and vermouth, laying out a mental plan for the roses, that delicious summer flowery scent caught me and brought my sight toward the sidewalk. There she was trotting along just as before, the same rosy glow, the same sweet smile, and the same ponytail. She was wearing a different outfit though, pale yellow, a little snugger at the bust and lower cut, forcing my gaze to drop a few inches to her lovely firm little tits, bouncing more freely than the other evening.
"Hey!" she called out, breathlessly.
"Hey!" I called back, still surprised by seeing her again.
Her smile broadened as she ran past. I thought I saw a wink. Maybe it was a blink from some dust or something. I took a sip of my drink as I watched her move away. Hey!? I thought. Hey!? Is that the best comeback you can make up? Jesus! Well, at least I looked more presentable, still dressed in my casual Friday work clothes. You are such a klutz! I thought. She probably thinks I'm a real dunce! I walked back to the patio and sank down into a chair. At least she came back. Let's see, Monday and Friday. Maybe I would have to make sure I'm in the right place to really introduce myself. That's right, the next time I would introduce myself to the runner and find out her name--if there was a next time.
The next week I found out that there would be a next time. On Monday, I saw her pass by in her white outfit, but was on the wrong side of the yard to do anything more than watch and dream. On Wednesday I saw her coming and was in position to casually lean on the fence to greet her. Since it was cooler, she was in a long-sleeved red sweatshirt and running pants. But she looked terrific. Maybe it was running regularly that kept that healthy rosy glow on her face; maybe it was because she was so young and pretty. Whatever the reason, I was mesmerized.
"How's it going?" I called out.
"Great!" she replied. "How's the garden?"
"Doing fine!" I said.
And she was quickly gone. No name, but there was interaction. At least she thinks I'm out here gardening, not just plotting to meet her. I didn't see her on Thursday, but was ready on Friday. Although I got home late, I mixed my usual cocktail and wandered out to check on the arborvitaes. When I caught wind of that flowery scent, I stood up to see her trotting along. Say something to get her to stop, I thought. Find out her name! She saw me and began to slow down. All right Steven, here's your chance!
"Hi," she called out more breathless than usual.
"Hi, yourself," I replied. "How's your run going?"
"Not too good," she admitted, slowing down to a walk. "Too much to eat at lunch."
"Got to watch those Friday lunches," I said.
As she drew near she stopped, placing her hands on her hips and sucking in some extra air.
"I should know better than to drink at lunch," she confessed. "But it was a birthday party and everyone wanted to split a pitcher."
"Gotta watch out for peer pressure."
"Yeah," she said showing that broad sweet smile.
"By the way, I'm Steven," I said extending my hand over the fence toward her.
"Hi, Steven. I'm Jessie," she said taking my hand in hers for a polite shake.
Her hand was so small compared to mine, with delicate little fingers and nicely manicured nails. The skin was soft as a tissue. I didn't see any rings on either hand.
"You run pretty regularly," I said.
"Yeah. Just like you do your yard work. Once you stop, it's hard to catch up."
The bulky sweatshirt disguised her supple young body and made it easier to maintain eye contact as we stood talking for several minutes. We kept it to small neighborly small talk. She lived in the apartments nearby and ran three times a week. She had moved in over the winter and was fulfilling a New Year's resolution to adopt a healthier lifestyle.
"Well, it shows," I said, trying to come up with a compliment. "You look pretty healthy already."
"Your yard is looking pretty good too," she said in return. "I wish I had a place to do some flower beds and all. But I'll settle for a flowerbox on my balcony."
"Well, anytime you feel like pulling weeds or something, come on by."
"Right!" she said with a laugh. "Well, I should be going."
"See you around, Jessie!"
"See ya!" she said with a smile and a nod and then started off down the sidewalk.
That was only the first of many conversations we would have over the next couple of weeks. She kept to her regular running routine and I kept working on my yard. I'm sure the neighbors began to notice that one side of my yard received more attention than the other. The arborvitaes were the healthiest young shrubs that I had ever set in. The grass and flowerbeds were tended with extra care that only time can provide. And I also cultivated my friendship with Jessie, the runner. We talked about the neighborhood and the weather. Whenever I tried to move the conversation toward more personal ground, she seemed to always bring it back. Maybe she was in a relationship and wasn't interested in more than being a nice neighbor. She was so young; it would probably be better than way.
Spring soon shifted into summer, the days growing longer and my yard more lush. On one Friday, the warmest day of the young year, I was out making my usual inspection, when Jessie came along a little earlier than usual. She was in a skimpy white running outfit that clung to her body quite nicely. As she paused for our evening conversation, she began to do some stretching exercises, leaning forward and turning from side to side, as if to loosen up her back. The sight of her young fit body with the lightweight white outfit clinging to her was driving me nuts. She raised her arms above her head, stretching the fabric tightly over her beautiful little tits, so much so that her rosy nipples showed through her shirt and thin cotton bra.
"Can you believe this weather, today?" I asked.
"I know. I just love this," she said continuing her stretching. "If only my back weren't so stiff. They were running the air conditioning all day and I got a real stiff neck." She reached her hand back behind her neck and tilted her head back and forth a few times as she rubbed herself.
"Well, you look like you could use a masseur."
"Do you know one?" she asked.
"As a matter of fact, I have been told that my hands are wonderful," I bragged, holding up my hands and wiggling my fingers.
She eyed me with a friendly but suspicious look.
"I'll bet they are."
"Why don't you have a seat on the patio and I'll see if I can work the kinks out."
She looked around as if checking out the scene. My patio wasn't real wide open, but it wasn't too private either.
"Sure, why not?"
I lead her around to the gate and out through the yard. As she walked ahead of me toward the patio set, her ponytail swaying, I could barely contain myself while thinking about laying my hands upon her silky smooth skin. She sat in one of the chairs and leaned forward, pulling her ponytail over her shoulder.
"What are we talking here, neck, shoulders, back?" I asked, rubbing my hands together.
"Really just neck and shoulders," she said, running her hands over the base of her neck and out a bit along each shoulder, just out to the edge of her top.
"We can do that," I said holding my hands together in a thankful prayer-like pose for a moment.
When I brought my hands down to touch her neck, she bent her head forward. Her soft flesh was warm and the muscles beneath were stiff. I worked slowly massaging on her neck down to the base. As I moved my hands down onto her shoulders she reached up to spread the straps of her top and bra over toward the edge of her shoulders.
"Oh, you are good!" she said, leaning back into my touch as I worked to loosen up her neck. "Mmm, that feels nice, real nice!"
"Isn't there someone at home to do this?" I asked.
"Like a boyfriend or a roommate?" she replied with a question.
"Whatever."
"There is no boyfriend and my roommate is away for the weekend," she admitted.
I could feel her begin to loosen up and I kept up my gentle pressure working the knots and tenseness out of her muscles. She felt so good to my hands I hoped that her stiffness wouldn't go away just so I could keep on touching her.
"No boyfriend, eh?"
"Not right now," she said, a sad lilt to her voice. "Probably not for a while. I still haven't gotten over my last guy."
"That's too bad," I said trying to sympathize.
"Yeah, well sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn't," she said slowly. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Isn't there someone inside who would get suspicious seeing you give me a massage?"
"No," I said sadly. "I lost my wife in a traffic accident almost two years ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, also sounding sad. "I didn't mean to ..."
"That's okay. How were you to know? It was hard but I'm over it. Life goes on for everyone."
"Wow, I can't imagine going through that. How long were you married?"
"Ten years."
"Any kids?"
"No, we tried but it never happened but we never did anything about it. We just kept a really neat house and took wild vacations."
"Do you uh, get out much?" she asked.
"No, I'm not a night owl or anything. Kind of a homebody," I answered.
She was really pressing back into my fingers as I worked on her neck and shoulders. She pulled again on her straps, tugging them nearly off her shoulders. I worked my palms on her shoulders, letting my fingers slip over and flirt with her collarbones.
"This feels really good, you know," she said. "Whoever said you had wonderful hands was right. I feel much better now."
Although I didn't want to lift my fingers from her body, I slowed my movements and pulled away from her.
"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked.
"Sure, if you'd like. Water or juice. Whatever you have."
I quickly mixed up a batch of fruit juice, a mix of mango, passion fruit, strawberry and apple juice and brought her a tall glass.
"This is good," she remarked. "What is it?"
I told her.
"Passion fruit, huh?" she said with a laugh. "I'll give you another point for nerve."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I've had a few neighbors hit on me during my runs, but I've never had one slip passion fruit into my drink."
"Well, that's all there was in the freezer. I think it was left over from a party or something."
We laughed and sat and talked for a while longer. Jessie slumped back into the cushion of the chair, plainly comfortable and clearly interested. I tried hard not to stare at her trim young body, barely covered by her skimpy running togs, but was sure my eyes gave me away. She must have seen how I checked out her shapely legs, her pussy lurking in the shadows of her running shorts, her narrow trim waist, and the wonderful curves of her breasts. But more than the obvious attraction I felt toward her, it was nice to have someone to talk to if even for a pleasant few minutes. But when she reached the bottom of the glass, she was ready to leave.
"See you around," I said, holding the gate open for her.
"See ya!" she called out with her little finger wave.
I had to smile as I watched her run off, tilting her head back and forth, her ponytail swaying in time with her pace. What a pretty girl! I thought again. I found my drink and toasted to beautiful young women wherever they may be and the fools who yearn after them.
The following Wednesday was another hot one and since I had to work late as usual I thought I had missed her. I was dressed in an old pair of cutoffs and a t-shirt puttering around the garage when she came by and trotted up to greet me.
"Hey!" she called out.
"Hey!" I replied, surprised to see her at this hour. "Running late?"
"Trying to beat the heat," she said, not quite out of breath as she ran in place. "Got all your yard work done?"
"Didn't have much time tonight, so I figured I'd mess around out here."
"Do you ever go running?" she asked. The look on her face made it seem like she was actually flirting with me--I could never tell, in fact, had never been able to tell the difference.
"Not since I blew my knee out in college," I said pointing to the scar on my right knee from an old football injury. "The best I can do is walk real fast."
"Oh, well. I thought you might want to run with me sometime, but that's okay," she said looking kind of disappointed.
"Sorry, Doctor's orders," I said regretfully.
"How about roller blading?" she asked, looking hopeful.
"Actually, I've tried it," I replied. "A while back a bunch of us from work went to the Dome and rented them. We had a mess of fun."
"Why don't you get a pair and come with me this weekend. I like to go to Kensington Metropark every Saturday. They have some real nice paths, not too hilly."
"That sounds like fun," I said, noting how her face had brightened up.
"Why don't I come by around 10 o'clock Saturday and pick you up?"
"Sure! That'll be fun."
So she would be the first one to ask the other out. I guess it is a different world nowadays. She filled me in on where to get a pair of blades and what to get and how much to spend. As I watched her trot off, watching again the sway of her ponytail, I couldn't help but shake my head and wonder where this was leading. No need to over-think this, Steven, I thought to myself. Let's just sit back and go along for the ride.
I picked up a decent pair of blades the next day and looked forward to the weekend. She arrived right on time to pick me up in her little red Saturn couple. As we drove out into the country, I couldn't help but notice how tanned her shapely legs were becoming. She was wearing a bulky, white, zippered sweatshirt with a brief pair of running shorts and tennis shoes. It was hard to tell what she had on underneath, not that it mattered, but I couldn't help but notice the way she handled the stick shift, always keeping her hand on the stick, gently stroking the knob. I had to look out the window to find something else to think about and keep from getting a hard-on.
"So tell me, Jessie," I asked. "What's your deal?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you happen to come into my life right now?"
"Why not? We're both attractive young people."
"I'm not that young, you know."
"Well how old are you?" she asked.
"Let's see. You're what, twenty-two, twenty-three?"
"Twenty-five," she admitted.
"Okay, you look young for your age. But, you know that makes me almost twice your age."
"Get out of here!"
"I'll be forty-eight on my next birthday."
"No way. I pegged you for early thirties at the most."
"You want to see proof?"
She just laughed and waved off my offer.
"So does that change your opinion of me?" I asked.
"No, I can accept the fact that you're older than me. Jeez, I just can't believe you're that old. I mean, you don't look it or act it."
"Thank you, I guess."
We arrived soon at the park and quickly got laced up and onto the trail. She skated quite gracefully, as if she had done so all her life. I was able to keep up with her pretty well and soon we were side by side on the trail that circled around the lake. She began to play with me, speeding up ahead and then waiting for me to catch her. We collided a couple of times, and once she acted as though she was going to fall, and let me catch her in my arms. She looked up at me with those lively dark eyes as we stood together and I realized how good it felt to have my arms around her. As my eyes lowered, I became aware that her sweatshirt had pulled open to reveal a little black bikini top barely holding her firm little breasts in place.
"So you're not naked under this after all," I cracked.
"Had you going, eh?" she said looking down as well. "I always wear a swim suit when I come out here. Sometimes it gets hot enough to take a dip."
"Well, it's maybe too chilly for a swim today, but can we sit for a minute and rest?" I asked.
She pointed to a park bench just further down the trail and we rolled over to it.
"So, Jessie, tell me," I said stretching my legs out. "Where did you come from?"
"Not too much to tell," she began. She fiddled with the zipper on her sweatshirt, pulling it up and down as she spoke. "I was born and raised up north, an only child. Moved down here with my boyfriend for a few years, only to find out what an asshole he was. Got myself a job and moved out. And here I am. What about you?"
"Pretty boring, really. Grew up around here. Went to U of M. Been working as an engineer for most of my life. Got married late in life, but it was worth it at least up until the accident. Now I'm single again and don't know where to begin."
"Doing the hermit thing, huh?"
"Yeah, you could say that. I just haven't known what to do with myself. A few months after my wife died, my friends and some people at work all seemed to know a woman who would be 'perfect' for me. But nothing ever really worked out. So, I got used to the fact that my work and my house were my life and have just been making the best of it."
I looked over at her closely. Short little strands of her hair had slipped out from the skrunchy that held her ponytail together. They caught the sunlight and formed a halo around her head. She turned to look back at me with those dazzling dark eyes.
"But then you came along," I said. "And now there hasn't been a day that goes by without my thinking about you, when I'm going to see you again, what I'm going to say, what I can do to get your attention."
"You already have my attention," she said. "I've had my eye on you ever since my first run last spring. And then when I said hello the first time you looked so adorable, all sweaty and dirty, your t-shirt sticking to you, you looked so earthy and sexy, I just knew that I wanted to get to know you better. I haven't regretted it."
"But why me?" I laughed. "I mean here you are, a pretty young woman who has just captivated me for the last few weeks. You're like the type whom I've lusted after many times but who never goes for guys like me. You could probably have any hunky guy out there. Why an old fart like me?"
"Well, it's not like I was looking for anyone. In fact I was really kind of giving up on men to be honest. I've gone out a little, but haven't found the right kind of guy and had sworn off dating. I certainly didn't expect to meet you, but all of a sudden, there you are digging and raking and looking so cute in your sweaty blue jeans and t-shirt. I decided to try to get your attention and see what happens."
"You know I'm too old to start a family."
"And I can't have kids, so what."
"Really?"
"That's why I broke up with my old boyfriend. He wanted to get married and have kids. I can't have kids because of an accident when I was a kid. He couldn't deal with it. He wanted his own children, and I couldn't provide them."
"Whoa, that's too bad."
"Strange isn't it?"
"What?"
"I mean you couldn't have kids with your wife and I can't. Weird!"
I didn't know what to say and apparently neither did she. After a few moments of silence, we took off to skate some more. Farther along, she pointed out a narrower path that leads off from the main trail. There was a spot she wanted to show me. Off to one side of the path there was a hill that overlooked the lake below with a view of the islands in the distance.
"This is my favorite place in the whole park," she said, indicating a stretch of grass where we could sit down and kick back.
"What a pleasant view," I remarked taking in the scenery.
She began slipping off her skates. "I need to give my feet a rest," she remarked.
"I think I'll join you," I said, pulling my new blades off and rubbing my feet. "Not too bad for a new pair. I can't feel any blisters."
"Do you believe in fate, Steven?" she asked.
"Kind of," I replied, stretching my legs out. "What else could have brought us two lost souls here together?"
"Yeah," she said showing that terrific warm smile. "Like it was meant to be."
"And I guess it's what we do about it that we have to figure out."
She leaned toward me, her big dark eyes sparkling, and her face open wide with a look of desire that I hadn't seen in the eyes of a woman in a long time. There was something irresistible in her look of longing desire. Her glistening lips were just a breath away from mine.
"You know," I said, pulling back a bit. "There're significant moments in every relationship, where a 'first' occurs. You know, the first touch, the time you hold hands, the first kiss, the first time you make love. You look forward to it and it's so exciting, but then it's over and you have to move on toward the next 'first.' I'm just feeling so good about you right now that I don't want this feeling to end."
"But there's always that next 'first' you know."
"But are you ready? I mean, if we go to the next step, I'm not sure that I'll ever want to stop progressing."
"Why don't we try it and find out?"
"No promises?"
"No promises."
"No expectations?"
"No expectations."
"No weirdness?"
"Would you just shut up and kiss me?" she said bringing her lips almost up to mine.
I reached around and pulled her gently toward me. Our kiss was electric, like we were charged. I felt her tremble as we pressed our bodies together, our lips and tongues lost in a wet blur of kisses. The closer I pulled her to me, the more eager she became. When we came up for a breath, she brought her hand up to pull off the skrunchy and let her hair flow out onto her shoulders and cascade down onto me.
"You've done that before, haven't you," she said.
"Well, yeah. But I'm sort of out of practice."
"No problem then. We'd better work you back into shape," she said reaching out to kiss me again.
We ended up staying there for another hour, kissing and touching, and rolling around on that wonderful hillside like a couple of teenagers. I ended up on my back with Jessie lying on top of me. The same feeling swept over me as we lay together.
"Does this feel as good to you as it does to me?" I asked.
"It is very good," she said. "You know, you don't have anything to be afraid of with me. I'm just as wary as you are."
"I'm not afraid, Jessie. I just don't want either of us to get hurt. I just want to enjoy this great feeling."
"What feeling is that?" she asked. "Your hand on my butt?"
I was suddenly aware that one arm was wrapped around her shoulders and the other had snaked down her back with the hand cupping the curve of her firm little ass. When I went to pull it away, she pushed it back.
"Actually, I was trying to figure out if your bikini bottom was a thong or a full cut," I cracked, rubbing my palm over the rounded curve of her butt. My fingers could feel a run of elastic that disappeared into the crack of her ass. "Feels like a thong to me."
"I like the feel of your hands on me, Steven," she said snuggling her head onto my chest. "You hold me so gentle and close, it's like you're afraid that if you let me go I'll run away. I like it here. I'm not going anywhere."
We remained there for a while longer, nuzzling and kissing before eventually wending our way back to her car and then to the city. We stopped for supper on the way home and she didn't drop me off until almost dark. I had the craziest dreams that night, none that I could remember the next day, except for the terrific hard-on that I woke up with.
I was late getting home on Monday, when I saw her running alongside the roadway. I honked the horn as I passed by and turned into my driveway. I was climbing out of my truck when she came trotting up my drive.
"Say, neighbor," she said, sounding pout of breath. "Can you spare a drink of water?"
"Sure, come on inside," I said leading the way up the drive and inside the front door.
"Thanks," she said taking the glass of ice water and sipping. She passed the glass over her forehead. "Whoo it's humid today!"
"Summer in the Midwest."
She walked back through the house checking it out. She paused to look at the pictures hanging on the wall. They were mostly shots of my wife and me on some of the trips we had taken.
"Was this your wife?" she asked.
"Yes, that's Maggie," I replied.
"Pretty lady. I can see why you miss her."
She walked back to the living room and looked around.
"Can I say something?" she asked, turning back to face me..
"Well, sure. Anything."
"This may sound kind of dumb, but it feels kind of creepy in here."
"What? What do you mean?" I asked looking around. There weren't any dirty undershorts or dishes lying around. I had cleaned the bathroom just the day before.
"I mean look around this place," she said walking over to one of the end tables. "You've got all these photos and knickknacks of your wife. I could understand a couple, but it's like she's still living here. I mean, if I didn't know she was gone, I'd think you were married and just trying to bullshit me."
"Is it that bad?"
"It's not bad, Steven," she said turning back to me. "I can only try to imagine what it's like to lose someone like that. But don't you feel like making a break with the past? You can't start over until you let go of the past."
"Spoken like someone beyond your years," I said.
"My mother always told me I had an old soul."
I reached out for her and took her in my arms.
"You have a beautiful soul," I whispered.
"And I thought you were just in it for my bod!"
We shared a light romantic kiss.
"I really should be getting back to my run," she said. "I missed yesterday."
"Really? I thought you never missed on Sunday."
"Nah, I ended up sleeping in late," she said with a sly little grin. "Maybe it was from all the masturbation following our little date on Saturday."
"You little minx!" I said.
We began to move back out toward the front porch. She stretched her lithe frame a couple of times and then turned back towards me.
"Look, Steven," she said softly. "All the years you shared, and all the feelings, and all the memories will always be with you. But it's all behind you. Despite what you think, you're not an old man, you've got so much life left. Don't you think it's time to start living it?"
"Maybe you're right. I just don't know that I'm ready to start all over."
"I'm not saying you've got to start anything."
We stood facing each other for a few moments. She looked like she was trying to smile, but her lips trembled. I wanted to reach out and take her in my arms, to hold her and kiss her tenderly.
"I'd better go," she said quickly and hopped down to the walk and ran off. As she turned the corner, she took a quick look back and then was gone, her ponytail swaying side-to-side just as I remembered from the first day I saw her.
I slowly turned and went back inside. The house seemed so much darker than when Jessie had been there. I walked back down the hall toward the kitchen and paused before the set of pictures on the wall. "My God, Maggie," I said out loud to myself. "My God." There was this strange heavy feeling in my heart. I reached up and began to take the pictures down. I left one picture up, one from when we had gone to Hawaii, an enlarged snapshot taken by a forgotten stranger. Our happy sunburned faces were smiling and the lazy ocean filled up the background. As I looked at the picture, I could remember the moment it was taken, the lunch we had just eaten, the happiness I was feeling at the time, and the love I had known with her. And it all began to feel like it was so long ago.
By the time I was done and had fixed some dinner, the sky was growing dark and I felt the need to get out and breathe some fresh air. I walked down the block and turned the corner, without a clear destination in mind. I turned along another street then another. The evening air was still warm and humid and I soon found myself dripping wet. I was walking fast now and soon was taking steps so fast my gait became a trot, then a run, and I found myself sweating hard and breathing deeply, and my pulse raced madly. I came to the Thompson Creek footbridge and began to cross over but paused halfway, completely out of breath. There was a twinge of pain running from my bum knee up to my hip, but it didn't bother me much. As my breathing settled down, I could hear the sound of the little stream rippling and the crickets chirring. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply and knew what I had to do.
It took me a few days to figure it out completely though. For the next week, even though I kept to what had become my normal routine, I didn't see Jessie at all. Maybe she was avoiding me, maybe I had said or done something, or maybe she saw something in me that turned her off and scared her away. Just when everything seemed to be going so well, I had to do something that freaked her out. For a couple of days, I felt a sadness grow deep inside. I thought over what she had said and took a closer look around the house. Maybe it did look kind of creepy to her and other visitors. I realized that I hadn't changed anything around since Maggie had died. Maybe it was time for some changes. As I started to clean things out and pack them away, it seemed like my sadness was lessening. There were some things that I boxed up for her sister, some things for the Goodwill, and a lot of stuff that would be set out at the curb for trash day.
One day the following week, a particularly hot humid summer day, I stopped at the local market to pick up a couple of things. Just as I started through the checkout lane, a thunderstorm struck. I could see the dark clouds moving over and great cracks of lightning. The cashier checked my few things through quickly and I decided to make a run for it. Clutching my bag of groceries, I ran across the lot through the downpour and was ready to jump into my pickup when something caught my eye. It was Jessie struggling to unload a full cart into the trunk of her Saturn coupe. The cart kept rolling away from her and she was getting absolutely drenched. I threw my bag down inside my truck and hurried over to help her.
"Need a hand?" I shouted through the downpour, grabbing a bag for her.
She looked up with a frightened look that turned into a smile when she saw it was me. She nodded and lifted another bag only to see it rip open and the contents spill out into the lot. I grabbed the last couple of bags and tossed them into the car before helping her chase down the loose groceries and get them inside.
For a brief moment after she closed the hatch, we stood there in the pouring rain, her hair dripping wet, her crisp white blouse a sodden clinging rag that had turned nearly transparent. The warm rain was beating down harder and had soaked through her blouse and skirt. She looked wonderfully appealing. A friend of mine had always said that if you want to know if your girl is truly beautiful, check her out when she is wet and naked. Well, Jessie was certainly wet and if she wasn't naked, the rain had made her the next best thing. And she looked absolutely beautiful with a sparkle of excitement in her eyes, her crisp white smile flashing, and the curves of her supple young body revealed by the rain.
"Thanks, Steven," she shouted out. "Hey, let me cook you dinner!"
"Your place or mine?"
"Mine!" she shouted.
"Where do you live?"
"Follow me!"
So I did. The rainstorm had begun to taper off by the time we got to her place so I helped her unload her car in just a couple of trips. Finally inside, she closed the door and leaned back against it. I was right in front of her, just a step or two away.
"Damn! I can't believe that rain," she said, running a hand up to brush her wet hair from her face. She looked wondrously beautiful to me.
"Man, it was really coming down," I said shaking the rain from my clothes. "We haven't had a storm like this all year."
"I know. I must look a fright!" she said, pulling at her dripping wet hair.
"I think you look beautiful," I said, hoping my compliment didn't sound too corny.
"Like a drenched rat," she laughed nervously.
I took a step toward her and reached out to touch her face.
"No, like a wonderfully beautiful, gorgeous drenched rat," I began, letting my fingers slip up over her high round cheekbone to her temple.
"Go on!" she said as if to dismiss me, but did not pull away.
"I missed you Jessie," I said. "I thought about what you told me. And I've started to make some changes."
"I know," she said with a smile. "I saw the front of your house on garbage day. I hope you're not doing it for me."
"No," I remarked. "I did it because you were right. It's time for me to move on with my life."
"I'm glad, Steven," she said, her smile deepening from a cute little grin into an expression of her soul, her old, beautiful soul. "I decided to do things a little differently too. I was falling into a rut, a routine, and I just had to go a different way for a while." Her hand darted up to brush at her dripping wet hair.
"Do you realize how truly beautiful you are?" I asked.
"No, but you can keep on talking that way if you want."
"Well, you are beautiful. You are young and pretty and have a terrific figure. Of course with your clothes being sopping wet makes it look almost like you're naked."
Her eyes dropped down to look at herself. Her blouse was clinging to her like a second skin. Her skimpy white bra offered little cover. Her rosy nipples were erect and perfectly outlined mere inches from my longing touch. I lifted her face up and looked into her eyes. I was tempted to step closer but held off, content for the moment to hold her sweet face in my hand and gaze into her sparkling dark eyes.
"Maybe we should get out of these wet things," she suggested softly.
"And into what?" I asked.
"I've got a robe for you while I put your stuff in the dryer."
"And what will you be wearing?"
"What would you like me to wear?" she asked looking up at me with a look of desire.
"Let me get you out of these wet things and I'll let you know."
"You are a brave one, mister," she said, bringing her hands up to my chest, either to touch me or to keep me at a distance.
I brought my hands to her blouse and slowly began to unbutton it. Her hands reached for my shirt to do the same. With our eyes locked together we let our fingers work their way down button by button. Upon reaching the waistband of her skirt, I tugged out the tail of her blouse and peeled off the damp garment. Her body felt as if it was on fire. I could feel her tingle through her fingertips as she pulled off my shirt. I dropped her blouse to the floor and she let my shirt fall on top.
She ran her hands over my chest and belly down toward my belt. I let my hands slip down to her skirt and around to the button and zipper in back. With my belt open and loose, she undid my slacks and let them fall to my ankles. I pulled her close so that I could undo her skirt and then eased it down her hips so that it could fall to the floor. We both took a step to free our feet and kick off our shoes.
"God, do you realize just how beautiful you are, Jessie!" I said reaching around behind her and pulling her close.
"I think we've already settled what you think of me," she laughed.
Her arms slipped around me in a wonderful embrace. Our damp bodies clung to each other and our faces came close together. I could feel her breath as our lips came close.
"Oh, God, I've been dreaming about this," she cooed softly. "I want you to make love to me."
"Once we do, we can never go back," I warned. "Are you sure?"
"My heart and my mind tell me yes," she said. "And that lump in your drawers tells me that you want to also."
I pulled her close and kissed her full on the lips. For being dripping wet, we caught on fire immediately. I unhooked and peeled away her bra, covering each bit of her newly bare skin with kisses, drawing her nipples into my mouth and teasing them to full erectness with my tongue. I traced the triangles of her tan-lines with my tongue, delighting in the contrast between the pale skin of her breasts and her golden tan. Her breasts were small but had a wonderful shape that perfectly fit my palms and fingers. As I dropped to my knees, my kisses drifted lower toward her navel, then farther still down her belly toward her pussy. Leaning her shoulders back against the door, Jessie thrust her hips toward me.
I knelt down fully and kissed her pussy through the damp lace of her panties. I pulled the crotch to the side to give my lips and tongue better access to her eager sex. As my tongue began to work on the slit of her pussy, my hands tugged her panties down her thighs and over her stockings. She stepped up to let me pull her panties off and then draped a leg over my shoulder, pushing her pussy up into my face.
Her well-trimmed pussy was as sweet as a cherry cheesecake and I hungrily gobbled her up. I dove my face deeply into the center of the pale triangle outlining her pussy. One hand went around to hold her butt up and a finger probed her tightly puckered ass. With my tongue and lips working on her clit, I worked my fingers into her pussy one at a time. Her hips wiggled and swayed in a circular motion, her voice hoarsely urging me on. Slowly and surely I brought her toward orgasm.
"Oh, Steven! Fuck my pussy with your tongue! Oh, yeah, Baby! Just like that! Do me, Baby! Do me! Do me! Do me!"
I felt her begin to shudder and sway wildly out of control. She grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed her pussy as close to my face as possible. As she came, she threw her head back.
"Oh, God, Steven!" she cried out. "You're making me come! Oh, Baby!"
I withdrew my fingers but kept my kisses on her pussy. As her orgasm subsided, she pushed me down onto my back. As I reclined on the rug in the vestibule, she knelt over me and quickly pulled off my boxers. Taking my erect dick in her hands, she ran her tongue around to moisten her lips. With her mouth open and wet she bent over to kiss the head of my dick and was soon sliding me inside her hot ready mouth. I had nearly forgotten how wonderful it is to feel a woman take my cock into her mouth and she quickly made it stand on end. I felt as if it had gained another inch in length with the delicious way she worked on me.
"Oh, God, Jessie!" I called to her as her head bobbed up and down, the rain dripping from her hair onto my belly. "Suck my cock, Jessie! Just like that! Oh, God! Yes!"
With both hands and her hot wet mouth she worked me up quickly to the point where I was sure that I was going to come.
"Do you like this, Steven?" she said stroking me with a firm grip. She looked down and she stroked me and smiled. "Do you shave, Steven, you nasty boy?"
"You don't mind do you?" I replied, suddenly reminded of what had been a dare that had turned into a habit--I just liked the feeling of being smooth and clean down there.
"Not at all. I've never seen a shaven cock and balls like this, I love it!"
She gently stroked my dick and dropped her head down to slowly lick my balls and then sucked each one into her mouth for a moment. Then she ran her tongue back up the full length of my cock and plunged her mouth back down. With each stroke I could feel her suck me further into her mouth. I could tell she was trying to take me down her throat. She shifted position to give her a better angle and with the next couple of strokes, without so much as a gag, I could feel my cock slip down into her throat as her lips pushed all the way to my belly.
"Oh, God! You give the best head ever!" I cried out. "Oh, my God! Don't stop! God, don't ever stop!"
She fondled my balls with her hand and stroked me with her mouth and other hand. Just when I felt that I would come she raised her head and held my stiff cock with both hands.
"Do you want to fuck me, Steven?" she asked, foolishly.
"Oh, Baby. Do I ever want to fuck you!"
"How badly do you want to fuck me?" she asked, still stroking me firmly, but gently.
"I want to fuck you all night, Jessie!"
"And?" she laughed.
"I want to fuck you on every piece of furniture I can set your ass on!"
"How about right here?"
I grabbed her under the arms and pulled her up. Kissing her full on the mouth, I reached down and grabbed her hips and positioned her hot wet pussy just above my stiff waiting cock. I brought my hips upward as I pressed her hips down and entered her easily. It was as if my cock and her pussy were made for each other (I know, most cocks and pussies are!). She looked at me for a moment, surprised by how quickly and easily I had penetrated her, but in no time, she was wildly riding my cock, bouncing up and down in pleasure.
"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me!" she called out as she impaled her sweet pussy on me. "Oh, God it's been so long since I've been fucked!"
For several minutes she rode me, first leaning backward, then collapsing forward. With her wet hair dripping down on me, and her sweet little tits bobbing in my face, I thrust my hips upward, meeting each stroke of hers with my own. As our hot sweaty bellies slapped at each other, our eyes met and I looked deeply into hers, almost as if into her soul. At first she wore a perfect look of concentration, but soon her face broke into a broad smile.
"I love the way you fuck me, Steven!" she said.
"Oh, Baby. I love to hear those words!"
She began to slow down and acted as if she wanted to change positions. She crawled off and rested on her hands and knees on the living room carpet and I climbed up to kneel behind her to enter her pussy from the rear.
"This is my favorite position," she confessed as she rocked back against me.
"I love this too!" I replied.
We ended up fucking our way across the room, up onto the couch. First it was me on top in a missionary position, then she got on top with her back to me so that I could see her beautiful firm little ass bounce up and down on my cock. Finally, out of breath, she hoarsely called to me, "I need something to drink."
We got up from the couch and I followed her into the kitchen, where the groceries were still waiting to be put away.
"Oh, my God! I forgot all about these," she said.
Quickly I helped her put the cold and frozen stuff away. "The rest can wait," I said.
She grabbed a bottle of water from a bag and uncapped it to take a sip. Pushing the rest of the bags to the side, I grabbed her by the hips and boosted her onto the counter, spreading her legs apart so that I could see her hot pink pussy. It was at just the right height for me to enter her. I rubbed the head of my cock back and forth on the slippery lips of her pussy, being sure to lightly rub her clit. Her head rolled back.
"Oh, for Chrissakes! Quit teasing me! Stuff it in already!" she called out, setting her water to the side.
I began to push in, working slowly at first but gaining speed and depth with each thrust. A broad smile of passion spread over her face as each inch of my cock began to slide in and out of her. She drew her legs up and set her ankles on my shoulders.
"Oh, Steven! I love the way you fuck me!" she sang out. "Oh, Baby! Fuck me!"
The view of her reclining on the kitchen counter, her legs in the air, her firm little tits bouncing in rhythm with our screwing was breathtaking. I parted her legs and leaned down to kiss her breasts, her lips, and her neck. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight.
"Oh, Baby! I'm going to come again!" she cried. "I'm coming, you bastard! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
I was so close myself I thrust deeper and harder, the feel of her tight pussy and her legs and arms wrapped around me pushing me over the edge. I could feel my cum spurt up from my balls.
"Here I come, Baby!" I said as I thrust deep into her.
"Oh, Steven Baby! I want to feel your hot cum!" she said matching each thrust of mine.
I thought I would never stop shooting off into her sweet pussy, each spurt releasing more of the frustration that had been building over the last few months.
"Oh, God!" I shouted. "Oh! Oh! Oh, God!!"
"I can feel it! I can feel it inside me!" she cried out with joy.
I could feel her body tremble as I pulled her up from the counter and hugged and kissed her.
"Oh, Baby! What did you do to me?" she said.
"Man, that was a dam bursting train wreck of a fuck! Did you learn how to do that up on the farm?"
"I've never done all that at one time before," she said slipping down from the counter. "With Bill it was a quick hump and he fell asleep. I had no idea that sex was this much fun." She stroked my soft sticky dick. "Can we do it again?"
"Why don't we have dinner first," I suggested. "There's a few other things I'd like to show you."
While dinner was cooking, we took a shower together. As she washed my cock, it began to have ideas of its own and we ended up screwing again until the hot water ran out. Since her roommate was working afternoons, we had the place to ourselves and took advantage by having dinner in the nude. Even though we giggled like teenagers, it seemed so natural to sit with her naked and eat. After dinner we moved to the bedroom and made the longest most passionate love I'd ever known long way into the evening. After she slipped down to suck the last remnants of cum from my cock, I felt her shoulders begin to shake. Then she began to cry.
"What's the matter, Jessie?" I asked, pulling her up so that I could see her face.
"I was thinking about what you said," she sobbed. "You know about firsts and all. This moment feels so good, Steven. I don't want it to end."
"Neither do I."
"I know," she said sadly. "It's just that I feel that once you walk out that door, it'll never be the same. I'll never be able to get this wonderful feeling back."
"Maybe not this particular feeling," I said. "The first time you make love together is that way, isn't it? There're no guarantees in life, but we can try to keep this feeling fresh. We can work together and explore new sensations and new feelings."
I kissed her tenderly and deeply, holding her close to my chest. Her sobs subsided. The rain clouds had moved off and there was moonlight streaming in through her bedroom window.
"I love you, Steven," she said, laying her head down on my chest.
"And I love you, Jessie."
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