Elaine and James

I lifted my head as the gasps became a long, 'oooooh,' dieing in volume as she ran out of air. I reckoned that Elaine had not taken a proper breath for well over three minutes. I just held her as she came down. Caressing her gently, and murmuring softly in her ear. I got little response. Worried I looked closely, she was breathing but seemed to have passed out.

Finally after many minutes her eyes fluttered and opened. Blank at first then recognition and understanding came back to them. She smiled and reaching up pulled my face down. We kissed. Long and lovingly, our kiss warmed and completed her passionate moment. I lifted and she looked into my eyes.

'You took me to Paradise, James. And I will want to go there often now. Promise me you will always be there to take me.' I nodded.

'As long as I have breath in my body.' She smiled at me then cuddled down in my arms and within a few minutes was sleeping.

She slept for about twenty minutes, then her eyes fluttered open. I was still in the same position, holding her close. Her eyes were serious at first, then warmth and love came into them.

'Did I make a lot of noise?'

'You weren't in control.'

'What will your neighbours think of me?'

'Well look at it another way. They will think that I must be bloody good, to get that reaction.'

'You are bloody good, James.' Elaine was quiet for a while. Then she looked at me.

'Did you hear what I said last night?'

'Well you did say many things, some of them quite naughty.' She laughed.

'That was your fault, you did naughty things to me.' her smile changed from humour to love.

'I said I loved you.'

'Yes I heard that. We say these things in passion. I don't hold you to it.'

'I meant it James. I do love you. I am in love with you, and I love you. I know you won't say it to me, it doesn't matter, but I had to say it to you'

'Why wouldn't I say it, Elaine. I am in love with you. But there is no future for you with me.'

'Why?'

'Because.' I got no further.

'If you are going to bring up that stupid bit about your age, I won't listen.'

'You have to listen. It won't go away however much you ignore it. I am sixty seven. If we were together in a relationship think about this. I have ten years, maybe fifteen years left. You would be alone then, you could have thirty or forty years to live. I can't do that to you Elaine. Enjoy what we have, but I would advise you to look for a man of your age, and get the most out of life. Together!' I could see the anger boiing up in Elaine's face. Her eyes went flinty, and her mouth set firmly.

'No! I won't do that. I have had my thirty years of mediocrity, and I don't want anymore. You have shown me that life does not need to be dull and boring. If we can be together for ten years, I will gladly trade those thirty years for ten years with you. If I'm alone after that then I will have some wonderful memories to look back on and comfort me. You are a better man at sixty seven than any I have known. And I am going to make sure that you get more than the ten, fifteen you reckon you could get. I am aiming for at least twenty years with you. Twenty happy and fulfilling years. So James. Give me an answer. Do you want this body in bed with you, or do you want to go back to sleeping alone?' I gave up. Experience has taught me that there is no good ever comes from arguing with a woman once she has made her mind up. Yes I did want her in my bed as often as was possible. All we had to do was come to an arrangement whereby that would be feasible.

'Have it your way, Elaine. But don't say I didn't warn you.' Now she had her way, Elaine, like so many women was sweetness and light. She cuddled into me.

'I will make sure you don't reget it James. I will do anything you ask of me when we make love, anything. I will also make sure that you get all the years you can. I'll keep you fit and healthy. You already go to the Gym, and we'll eat the right foods. The next best thing is sex, and I will keep you on a regular diet of that.' She laughed. 'It's great, That will keep you fit, and I will get the benefit as well. We both win.'

The mundane aspects of life were now becoming urgent, like I had to empty my bladder. I asked Elaine if she wanted to stay in bed for a while.

'What time is it?'

'Just gone seven.' She pulled the cover up a little.

'Can I stay here for a bit longer?'

'Yes, of course. Will you go back to sleep?'

'No. I am just going to luxuriate in being in your bed.'

'Would you like me to bring you up some tea?'

'That would be lovely. I haven't had tea in bed since I was a girl. You will get back in when you bring it won't you?' Wild horses wouldn't keep me away.

My bodily needs taken care of I cleaned my teeth, and went down to make the tea. It was a glorious morning, and the weather was sunny as well. As I pottered, I heard Elaine get up, obviously for the same need as I. Then she went back to bed.

I took the two mugs of tea, and as an afterthought put out a plate of biscuits. With the teas in one hand and the plate in the other, I went back upstairs. I hadn't bothered with my robe, it was an occasional habit of mine to wander around nude. I walked into the bedroom, and her eyes followed me as I place a mug and the biscuits to her side of the bed, then walked round to my side. I put the mug down and then drew back the curtains, letting in the bright, sunny day. I heard this voice from the bed.

'Now that is what I call good service. The waiter serves me naked!' I laughed with her.

'Yes well that sort of service is conditional you know, Madam.' She asked what the conditions were.

'Well the customer has to be naked also.'

'I am.'

'So you say. But there has to be proof, Madam.' Elaine grinned wickedly, then suddenly threw back the quilt and lay there in her nude magnificence. The laughter suddenly died as I looked at her naked form for the first time in daylight. I couldn't say anything for a moment, just taking in the wonderful sight. Eventually I groaned out.

'God! Elaine, you are so beautiful, and that word fails to encompass your true loveliness. No Poetry ever written could describe how lovely you are.' The grin she had on her face when the quilt was thrown back faded, to be replaced by a look of serene calm. She didn't move, nor attempt to say anything, she just lay there and allowed me to gaze. A small smile came to her face, not of mischief, or humour, but of being able to give so much pleasure to another, just by being.

I got back on the bed, and she immediately rolled over into my arms. Neither of us said anything for quite a while. Emotions! I could feel a tear on my chest. I pulled the quilt back up.

'No don't.' I pushed the quilt down again.

'I like you to look at me. I see the expression in your eyes, it's admiration, love and desire. I see that and I am ready to be your lover again. It made me wet again, see!' Elaine took my hand and moved it down to her pussy. My finger slipped easily between the lips and into her cunt. She gasped. 'I have never got so wet, so quickly.' I moved my finger and found her clitoris. I rubbed softly around it and up and down, she didn't need anything else. Within a few minutes her body arched and she screamed.

'Oh no! Not again.' then she went rigid for a few moments, and collapsed. It was not the full blown orgasm she had earlier. Some of the ladies I had enjoyed, described it as a after-shock to the full earthquake. Although it was usually within a few minutes of the main event. Elaine stirred as her breathing returned to normal.

'What did you do?'

'I touched you. You were just ready, that's all.'

'James, if I keep going off like that, it will be me who pegs out first. That was amazing!' We lay there holding each other. I could tell Elaine was giving some thought to what had happened.

'It wasn't just me being ready you know.'

'Oh, what was it then?'

'It was you, the way you had looked at me, wonder and so much love in your eyes, and wanting too. It made me so hot. I am starting to realise that when a woman is looked at by a man she loves, and who desires her, and his eyes show that desire, her body gets ready for him. Why do you look at me that way?'

'Because I desire you. You are very lovely you know, your body is beautiful. It's curvy with lots of hidden places I want to explore and bury myself in. Above all it is you.'

'I am not beautiful. Bits are sagging, my boobs are drooping, and despite all the work in the gym, I have got cellulite in places it shouldn't be.'

'You are beautiful. You have the body of a very desirable woman. Every man is supposed to rave about girls in their teens and twenties. Yes, they are slim and lissom, but they are unformed. A woman becomes her best, when her curves are filled a little, and maturity has given her character. You are that. Stunning.'

'Well if that's the case you had better take a photo of me, so that we can both be reminded of how I looked once.'

'I will if you want, but you have to pose exactly as you are now.'

'Nude?'

'Yes.'

'I will, James.'

CHAPTER NINE Sunday continued

It was time we got up. I asked Elaine if she wanted a shower or a bath. She opted for a shower. I told her I would wait, then take my shower afterwards.

'Come in and talk to me in a minute. First I have to make myself comfortable.' It's funny really. We all have to go to the loo, yet we find so many terms to disguise the fact, or sneak off so that no one knows what you are up to. I gave her the minute or two, and when the cistern flushed, I slowly entered the bathroom. She was looking at the shower controls. I flicked the main switch, then showed her the local control for heat and power.

'Oh bugger! I forgot to bring my shower cap.'

'Hang on. I have some disposable ones.' She had that sly grin.

'Ready for any stray lady that happens to use your shower?'

'Not at all I collected them from hotels when I stayed away. It was for my mother, when she was still around.' I rummaged through the bathroom cabinet. Finding one, I opened the packet. Elaine put it on, she looked adorable, it looked a little like a mop cap. She pulled a face at me first then the shower curtain, started the shower and got in.

'Aagh! It's cold.'

'Sorry I should have told you to wait thirty seconds, then it will get warm.' I heard this rather naughty giggle from behind the curtain.

'My nipples have gone hard.' I laughed as well.

'Passion or cold water?'

'After what you did to me, I should imagine they will never go down. Oh this is lovely, the water has just got to the right temperature.'

The sound of running water had got to me, and I needed to make myself comfortable, as Elaine had put it. I could go downstairs, but decided to brazen it out.

'Elaine! I have to pee. I shouldn't peek for a moment.'

'Ok.' I let my bladder empty itself, taking longer than usual, when I was interrupted by the rustle of the shower curtain, and turning to my right could see Elaine's cheeky grin as she watched me.

'I said no peeking.'

'I know, but I couldn't resist.'

'Pervert!'

'Oh, look who's talking!' She gave me that grin again. 'When you are finished, are you going to get in here with me?' I happily agreed with that suggestion. Having wiped the final drip of pee of my cock, I got in the shower behind her. We had a happy time in the shower. Soaping and rinsing each other, then repeating the procedure, just because it was so enjoyable. Without motive I soaped Elaine's bottom, running my hand up and down the crack between her bum cheeks. She was quiet when I did this, and when I actually put a finger on her rosebud she cried.

'Shit!' In a voice of wonder.

'I hope not.' Elaine looked shocked for a moment, then started to shake with laughter. You know how when someone laughs you tend to laugh as well. The mirth that had grabbed her, got to me as well, and put out of our minds any love play.

Later as I dried her, she leaned back to me.

'So many firsts.' I thought I knew what she meant, but asked her anyway.

'So many. The first time I came just by you caressing my breasts. The first time I passed out from Cumming. The first time I ever had two orgasms within the space of a few minutes. The first time I ever showered with a man.' The she spoke quite softly. 'And the first time I realised that my bottom could be an erogenous zone.' I didn't say anything. I really didn't have a motive when I did that, but once it had happened I was pleased that Elaine didn't have a negative reaction. She looked shyly at me.

'Could we talk about that later?'

'You should know by now that you can talk to me about anything.'

We got dressed. Quite unfazed by getting dressed in the same room, it seemed so natural. I put on some Chino's and a Polo shirt, and Elaine pulled on a T-shirt and jeans. I noted that she didn't bother to put a bra on. Interesting!

'Would you like some breakfast?'

'What would you have as a rule?'

'Coffee and toast.' She agreed.

'Yes, that will be great. Can we eat in the conservatory?'

'I would usually.'

Elaine got on with the toast, while I made coffee, we finished about the same time so carried the mugs and plates through to the conseratory. This had been taking the full sun from about six o' clock that morning and had warmed nicely. I unlocked the door then went about opening all the windows to let in some air. Elaine had walked outside chewing on a slice of toast thoughtfully. I joined her

'Penny for them.' She chewed a little more.

'Can we talk about how we are going to be?'

'You have an idea?' I asked.

'Yes, but I don't know if you'll like it.'

'Well try me.'

'I want to be with you James. But I don't want to move in with you. I'd like to be here, staying with you, sleeping with you, but not on a twenty-four seven basis.'

'I can understand that. I like it so far. Go on.'

'Well I haven't got further than that at the moment.' I thought for a while, she looked at me waiting for my comment.

'How about we work it this way. Your job is your side of town, so it would be difficult to get to it from here, unless I took you and collected you.' She was shaking her head.

'No. That would be totally unfair.'

'Ok, let's look at it from another angle. You want to be here, and I want you here. So how about we are together over the weekends, Friday through to Sunday night. I will take you to work on Monday morning and then you are at home for the rest of the week?' Elaine gave that some thought and agreed.

'That would work. But can we talk frequently?' She pleaded.

'Of course. If you wanted to come over any evening I can come over to see you, or bring you back here, or we could have long telephone chats.' She was smiling now, that cheeky little smile.

'Dirty phone calls?' I laughed.

'Could be.' After that deviation I got back to the subject.

'We can start like that, but change the arrangement according to how we feel.' She looked worried then.

'You mean if you don't want me to be here as often?'

'No. I mean if I want, and you want to be here more.' The happy face was back.

We cleared away the plates and mugs. Elaine wanted to know what we could do today.

'It's a lovely day, seems a pity to be cooped up in the house, unless of course you want to go back to bed. I could cope quite happily with that.' I had given the day some thought already.

'Do you like walking?'

'Well yes, I do like a gentle stroll, nothing ambitious though. What are you thinking?'

'We could drive up to the Staffordshire Moorlands, and take a gentle stroll along the Manifold valley.'

'How gentle a stroll are we talking about?'

'It's not difficult, no rough country, the path is paved all the way. It's actually about eight miles long.'

'How long?'

'We won't do anything like that. Just a gentle walk, taking our time and smelling the grass. An Amble. Then we can find a Pub, and grab some lunch. What do you think?'

'I'd like that.'

That's what we did. We parked the car, and set off at an easy pace along the track. It had once been a narrow gauge railway, lifted some time in the thirties. The County Council had taken it over and paved it throughout as a cycle and pedestrian path. Quite long-sighted of them I thought. The benefit of it being an old railway, was that there were no steep banks. The Valley had no roads through it, so apart from the occasional inconsiderate cyclist, it was peaceful. I reached down and took Elaine's hand. She looked up with a brilliant smile.

'I was going to ask you if we could hold hands, but you seem to read my thoughts. I am loving being with you, James. It's this wonderful all-over feeling of being loved and cherished.' I smiled happily. I was getting to the point where I could let slip the age thing, and just enjoy Elaine's company, without qualms. We walked on easily, chatting about the sights on the way, how the valley sides seemed to soar so quickly and the peace and quiet which was so unusual in today's busy world.

We had walked about three miles, when I suggested that this was far enough.

'We have to walk the same distance back, you know.' She acknowledged the truth in that.

'Do you think we could sit somewhere for a while.' I looked around. Then spotted what looked like a comfortable place to sit. It was off the track a bit, amongst the trees, but still had a patch of sunshine to enjoy.

'Come on!' Holding her hand I started towards the spot. We had to climb a bank, not too steep, and found our way through to the glade.

'This is nice!' exclaimed Elaine. She found a place where a bank gave us somewhere to lean back, and sat down. She opened her arms and smiled.

'Come and hold me, James.' I got down next to her and she moved into my arms immediately, holding her face up for a kiss. Her mouth opened and our tongues entwined, moving backwards and forwards from her mouth to mine, exchanging saliva until eventually there was no hers or mine, but ours. We pulled back a little, her lip just sticking to mine for a moment. She smiled a little secret smile, then she sat up, and pulled her T-shirt over her head. I knew she hadn't worn a bra. She laid back again.

'Will you touch me please?' I laid back with her, and my hand captured a lovely breast. She sighed. My fingers, of their own volition, stroked and teased that beautiful object.

'Oh, that's wonderful. You take possession of my breast in such a gentle manner, James. Your hands are so tender. No one had ever touched me so lovingly before.' I thought that these were just lovers words, intended for the moment, and the lover of the moment. I was surprised when she continued to talk.

'Brian seemed to have the thought that just grabbing them was the way. And that other man..'

'Yes.'

'He hurt me. I had bruises for days afterwards.'

'What!'

'I couldn't believe that anyone would be so brutal. He held my breast so tightly, like a vice, and was pulling them viciously.' I could see tears in her eyes from the memory.

'The bastard. What sort of man believes that hurting someone is making love?' Elaine got worried.

'Please don't get upset, James. You are showing me such tenderness and consideration. It is healing all the hurt. I don't want anyone to touch me again, only you.' That cooled my anger, and I bent down to kiss her.

'I shall always treat you gently, with love.'

'I know. I told you my breasts were yours, they are, and that goes for the rest of my body, all yours, to take whenever you want, however you want.'

'That is a gift beyond price.' I felt guilty about using that cliché, but a cliché is a cliché because the words are so right for the occasion.

Elaine suddenly murmured to me.

'There's a cyclist coming along the track.'

'Ok, put your T-shirt back on.'

'Can you see anymore in the distance?'