RETIREMENT–PART 2

CHAPTER 6

I usually wake up early and since Sandra had left me it had been even earlier. I was wide awake at 6:30, a bit startled to be in unfamiliar surroundings. Then I looked down and saw Suzanne’s head lying on my shoulder. Carefully I squeezed out from under her and tiptoed to the bathroom to relieve myself. After a drink of water I returned to her side, carefully avoiding touching and waking her—or so I thought. “Don’t you want to touch me?” She was whispering even though we were the only people there.

“Yes, I love touching you. Your skin is so soft and so smooth. I just didn’t want to wake you. Sorry.”

“I’m not; I’m in the mood again. How about you?” She reached over and touched my cock. It throbbed in response. “I guess I have my answer.” She moved closer and kissed me in spite of my morning breath. The kiss was long and deep. She used our occupation with the kiss to roll onto me and straddle my hips. We were still kissing when she rose up and impaled herself on my rigid cock. “Ooooohhh,” she moaned into my mouth. “This feels so good, Bob. You’re an incredible lover and your cock is so big!” After Sandra that was music to my ears. Suzanne had restored my faith in myself. I had been dead mentally and physically just yesterday and now I was alive again. I felt like shouting to the skies. Instead, I fucked Suzanne with every ounce of strength I had. Nothing on the face of the earth meant more to me than satisfying this woman. I must have done okay—she came twice before I erupted into her core. We fell asleep again seconds later.
We were both exhausted, waking only when the sun shone directly into the room. It was 10:30 in the morning—a beautiful spring day.

I asked if I could shower. “Sure…as long as I join you.” Suzanne hopped out of the bed, running to the toilet. I followed, but turned away to give her privacy. “Bob, peeing is NOT as intimate as making love, is it? If we could make love you can see me pee. It’s no big deal. C’mon in. Why don’t you start the water?
Unfortunately, it takes forever to get hot in this building. The Condo Board talks about fixing everything, but that’s all they do—talk.” I went to the stall and began the shower, turning on the hot water, but not the cold. It was hot in seconds. “How? How did you do that?” I laughed as I explained. It was simple common sense.

We stepped in, luxuriating in the hot steamy water and actually washing each other between kisses and gropes. We ran out when the water suddenly ran cold. I dried Suzanne tenderly with a nice big fluffy towel. I chuckled when she turned around and bent over, aiming her cute ass in my direction.

“Is that for the towel or for something else I happen to have handy?”

“I was actually thinking about the towel. I’ve never done the other.”

“I have and I must tell you it can be exquisite. It can also be hell if not done right. I would never ever hurt you.”

“I’ve been told that before, but…I do believe you. Maybe some other time; right now I’m hungry.” I laughed out loud then pulled Suzanne into yet another kiss. She continued speaking once we broke it. “I’ll be hungry for that again after I’ve put something into my stomach. Shall we go out? C’mon, my treat.” Not bad, I thought, hot babe and hot lunch, and later more hot sex. We dressed quickly and drove away.

Suzanne was dressed casually, but all I had were my dressy clothes from last night’s date. We went to my house first so I could change then we’d go to the country club for their weekend buffet. We ran into Lisa and Dana in the lobby so we asked them to join us. In retrospect it was a mistake. They were cool to my seeing Suzanne. I couldn’t tell it if was jealousy or what, but they were less than welcoming. Oh, they were polite, but that was it. Relations were strained when we broke up that afternoon.

I took Suzanne back to my place for a leisurely afternoon. We read and watched TV and just got to know each other better. The more I knew about her the more I liked her. I thought we were a good match. She slept over Saturday night as we made love over and over, rising late Sunday morning. After a hearty breakfast I drove Suzanne to the country club for a lesson. Our clubs were in the store room so we picked them up en route to the range. There, with several bucket of balls at our feet, I broke down Suzanne’s swing and rebuilt it step by step. An hour later she was a much improved golfer. Of course, anyone can do well at the range. We played a relaxing round, not even keeping score.

We played again on Tuesday in preparation for our match with Lisa and Dana on Friday. This time we did keep score, but Suzanne did even better. We were ready to kick ass again on Friday.

I was surprised with the cordiality displayed by our opponents Friday morning. The coldness we had experienced on Saturday morning was gone. They did, however, ask for a bigger bet—losing team to cook and serve dinner to the winners. We graciously accepted. After a thorough warm up in which I reviewed the fundamentals I had taught Suzanne we headed for the first tee. Yes, Suzanne was still driving. I enjoyed checking out her long slender legs and the pressure her breasts caused stretching the thin fabric of her blouse.

I watched closely as Suzanne gripped her club, closely following what I had taught her, before addressing the ball. Her swing was absolutely beautiful as she made contact with the ball. Even Lisa and Dana were impressed. “Gee, Suzanne looks like you’ve been taking some lessons.”

“No…Bob helped me at the range Sunday…that’s all.” Suzanne played the round of her life, breaking 100 for the very first time. We creamed them by almost twenty strokes. They invited us to dinner the following night at Dana’s. I took Suzanne to my place after golf. We showered together and made beautiful love to each other before we went out to dinner, again in Asheville. I led her to my bed, savoring the look of her long slender body and the curves of her hips and breasts. I ran my hands up the back of her body from her butt to her shoulders as I leaned in for yet another searing kiss. Our tongues danced together as we had done a week ago. If anything, it was even hotter now that we were naked together—alone. Suzanne laid back onto the bed, her legs hanging over the side to the floor as I crawled to her. I took her feet into each hand. Massaging one, I took the other into my mouth licking and sucking on each of her toes before I began my journey up her legs. I stopped when I reached her knee and began all over again on the other. This time I moved up closer and closer to her core. I could see and smell her excitement. Tiny droplet of nectar lined her labia; her scent filled my nostrils. I moved forward for a taste and another and another. I drank of her, bringing her to untold heights of rapture as I fucked her faster and faster with my long strong tongue.

Suzanne was writhing to my touch, moving uncontrollably across the bed. Only the intervention of my arms and hands on her waist prevented her from falling. She managed somehow to pull me up for a kiss while her hand found my cock. Oozing pre-cum, the head was slick as an icy road. It slid easily into her. We met, becoming one, as we continued to kiss, our bodies working on autopilot until we exploded—Suzanne experiencing spasm after spasm while I shot river after river of slick white semen into her. We were exhausted when I laid my head into the sweaty pool that had collected between her sweet breasts.

We rested for almost an hour until we rose together for a shower and driving back to the country club for and enjoyable dinner, returning to my house for a relaxing evening. We went to bed early, but no sex. I’d never be able to get it up again after our afternoon delight. All we did was hold each other and kiss before going to sleep in each other’s arms.

CHAPTER 7

We went out for brunch around twelve, returning home around 2:30. This time we rushed into the house, impatient to couple—to be one, united in our lust and possibly our love for each other. We were both naked by the time we reached the bedroom. I pulled Suzanne to me, savoring the sensation of her hard nipples pressing into my chest. She giggled as my growing cock moved up between us. “I really like this thing, Bob. It’s like a big dildo made of marble or maybe granite except that it pulses and sprays hot stuff all over my pussy. It makes me tingle all over.”

“Well, there’s no tingle like the present.”

“Ouch! That was dreadful.”

“Yes, it was, but the sentiment was sincere.” I pulled her into yet another long smoldering kiss as we fell onto the bed. I lay back with Suzanne lying on top of me. I could feel her hand snaking down my abdomen until she reached my hard hot cock. A second later her hips rose and a second after that they fell, my cock deep within her core. “Tingling yet?”

“Oh, you know it. This feeling is only going to get better…and better.” She leaned down to kiss me again as she began to rock, her clit driving into me with every motion. She broke the kiss after a few minutes; she had no choice—her breathing was so ragged and erratic. She was gasping for breath as she came—hard, so hard she shook like a leaf as she fell onto me. I held her tightly, caressing her face and kissing her hair.
She jumped up suddenly, a look of concern on her face. “Bob…you didn’t cum. Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be…I’m not built like a woman, you know. I’ll just save myself for later, you know…after dinner.”

“Is that a promise? Let’s leave as soon as possible, okay? I mean, Lisa and Dana are okay, but they’re kind of controlling if you catch my drift. Everything always has to be their way–know what I mean?” I didn’t reply. I knew exactly what she meant. I pulled her back down and we took a brief nap, rising at five to shower and dress. We rang the bell at Dana’s condo at six on the dot. I had two bottles of an excellent Chianti Classico in a gift bag for our hostess.

“Hi, I hope we’re not too early,” I chimed when Dana opened the door. She smiled and asked us in. “Wow, you have excellent taste. Your living room is really beautiful.” I was laying it on a little thick, but was rewarded when Dana blushed. She led us to the condo’s balcony where Lisa awaited us.

“I have a question,” she began. “What on earth did you do with Suzanne’s swing? I’ve never seen her play so well.”

“Basically the same things I’d do with anybody—better grip, better address, swinging inside-out. Those basic fundamentals work for everyone. I’ll gladly do the same for you, too. The game is a lot more fun when you play well. You and Dana play pretty well, but there’s always room for improvement, even for me.”

“You?” The three women spoke with one voice.

“Sure, I have a five handicap, not a zero. That’s at least five strokes I throw away every round. Don’t you think that could be improved? Oh, before I forget—I brought you some wine. I hope you like it.”

‘Oh, thank you, Bob; would you help with opening it. I’m terrible at mechanical stuff.” I followed her to the kitchen where I opened the wine—both bottles—before returning to the patio with a tray, one of the bottles, and four glasses. We had a sociable evening until seven when Dana invited us to the dining room to enjoy her roast beef, baked potatoes, and string beans almandine. She even went to the trouble of making some fresh rolls.

“I’m really impressed, Dana. You’ve done a wonderful job here.”

“Thank you, Bob, but the best part will come later.” I thought she was talking about dessert, but we learned she had something else entirely in mind before the meal ended.

Dinner was almost over when Dana asked if I’d like some more wine. She stepped out to the kitchen, returning with the second bottle. Suzanne asked for some more, but Dana ignored her after pouring me an almost full glass. She raised her glass for a toast, “to new and old friends.” I raised my glass and brought it to my lips for a healthy drink of the smooth crimson liquid. A minute later I had another.

I began to feel funny. My body felt uncoordinated as though I couldn’t control my muscles. My glass was shaking in my hand.