Never Too Old To Learn Ch. 02

She was startled, who was this … and how did he get into the house? She thought she was alone. At the sound of the voice, her head had whipped around to see a tall man, over 6 feet, standing in the doorway, an overnight bag in his hand. He was quite handsome, appeared to be around her own age. Jennifer surmised that it had to be Brett's dad, but what was he doing here now?

"Are you Brett's dad?" Her head was raised and turned toward the man but her naked body still lay pressed flat down on the sun lounge to at least hide the front of her nudity.

The man nodded in agreement, "One and the same, you can call me Trevor." He put his bag down and walked closer, sitting in a chair not five feet away from where the very naked Jennifer lay, her back and arse, still damp from the water, exposed to his view.

"Err, Trevor, it's nice to meet you. The trouble is you have me at somewhat of a disadvantage. As you can see, I'm not wearing a stitch of clothing. Do you think you could be a gentleman and go stand over there beyond the pool, admiring the view, while I slip away and get dressed?"

"Sure, be pleased to," he grinned, "In a few minutes! But first of all, I am just so gob smacked at this incredible house that my son has fallen into. I just want to sit here and take it all in … the house, the pool, the incredible views and this fine looking woman. They don't have any of these four things where I come from."

"Brett said you weren't due in until tonight … he told me you were on the 8 o'clock train."

"Then he obviously got it wrong. There are two trains a day, they both get in at 8, one in the morning, one at night. So where is my boy?"

"He's gone out to buy some things that he figured he needed to make your stay more comfortable. He won't be long."

"So we've got a few minutes to talk then, Jennifer?"

"I guess so," she agreed, "Although I really would appreciate you giving me a chance to go get dressed … I would feel a lot more comfortable talking to you with my clothes on."

"You could do that, but then I wouldn't be able to check out your fabulous arse. Did I tell you I agreed with my boy's assessment of it?"

"Yes you did," said Jennifer, becoming quite exasperated. She wondered whether she had enough confidence to just stand up and walk across the patio, stark naked, to retrieve her clothes. Would she really want to let Brett's dad get a look at her breasts and her pubes? After all, he had already got a good close look at her naked arse. Her conservative upbringing told her not to.

"It seems you might have been teaching my boy a thing or two," he said and Jennifer watched his eyes roam between her face, that was turned toward him, and the magnificent twin mounds of her arse cheeks that rose up from the hollow of her back.

"About his work on radio I have," she said with some annoyance. "But if you also mean about sex, then you're quite misguided. I am the one who has been learning from your son when it comes to matters of intimacy."

"Yes, Brett is one who always seemed to be able to take care of himself, never lacked female company. Didn't get it from me, I must say. I was pretty much a one-woman man until I lost my wife a couple years ago."

Jennifer tempered her anger at Trevor to offer her condolences. "Yes, Brett only told me about that yesterday. I am sorry, Trevor, you must miss her."

"Yes I do," he told her emphatically and she thought she saw a tear in his eye. "She was my soul mate and my lover. She was probably about your age, she was pretty young when I married her."

The sun that had been shining so brightly had disappeared behind a cloud and Jennifer felt a chill with the sea breeze blowing across her damp naked back. "Trevor, I'm going to have to ask you again if you could be a gentleman and let me get some clothes on. Look, if you won't walk away while I get up, could you at least go and get me a towel. There's a couple hanging up in the bathroom upstairs, next floor up, just off Brett's room."

Jennifer was relieved to see Trevor stand up, but instead of walking away to get a towel for her, he walked over to the foot of the sun-chair she was laying in. He was now behind her and she worried that she couldn't see him. She clamped her legs tightly together, so that he would not be able to see her pubic region from where he stood. The most he could see would be the cleavage of her arse between her prominently rounded cheeks, she hoped her anus would at least remain hidden within by the clamping of her thighs together.

"I'm having one last look, Jennifer … I am unlikely to ever see a quality arse like that again. I wish I had my camera with me."

"I'm glad you don't," she told him, her face crimson at this man's blatant perving.

To Jennifer's relief, Trevor disappeared back into the house to go find a towel for her. Eager to be clothed and unsure if she could avoid revealing her front even when he brought her a towel, she jumped up and ran to the doorway where she had discarded her clothes. She managed to pull her panties back on and had just clipped her bra in place when Trevor reappeared with the towel.

'At least I am no worse now than if I was wearing a bikini,' she thought as she faced her young lover's father. But then as she saw his eyes appraising her body from top to toe, she looked down at herself, realising that she was wearing the new sexy underwear that she had bought for Brett's eyes only. The material was so transparent and flimsy and the front of her body was still wet even though her back had been sun dried. Her nipples shone like headlamps within her bra, and her panties clung to her wet pubic skin, becoming totally see-through. Trevor had a great view of the outline of her pubic slit and the neatly trimmed runway of hair.

"Oh my God, Trevor, this is so embarrassing … you catching me naked like this. You must think I'm a bit of a tramp, but I never usually go skinny-dipping. I am really quite a reserved person, I can assure you."

"Don't give it another thought, Jennifer. Actually, you've made my day. I haven't looked at another woman since my wife died. But having seen you … err, like this, all naked like … then I realised that it's time for me to move on. There are women out there that I should be meeting … not quite as good looking as you, mind you."

He came close enough to hand her the towel and Jennifer hugged it to her, thankfully at last covering most of her body.

She told him to take a seat, "I'll get us some coffee," and she went away to finish getting dressed, hugging the towel to the front of her body instead of wrapping it around her. As she walked away through the patio doorway, she knew that his eyes would be watching the undulation of her damp arse, clad only in the transparent panties. 'Oh well, who cares,' she thought. 'He liked my arse, let him get one last look.'

When she returned with coffee and some cookies, she told him "I'd really like to start my first meeting with you all over again."

"Sorry honey, but I wouldn't have missed that first meeting for the world."

By the time Brett returned home, Jennifer expected that the embarrassing start would have been forgotten. Brett came out through the doorway onto the pool patio and greeted his father. "Dad, what the hell are you doing here? I didn't expect you until tonight?"

His father rose and the two of them hugged affectionately, which surprised Jennifer because she had the impression that the two didn't get on that well.

"So you've met the lovely Jennifer, my right-hand woman."

"Yes I have, and I have to tell you right from the outset, you are absolutely correct."

"What's that, dad?"

Jennifer cringed as Brett's dad revealed, "She has the finest arse I've ever seen."

"See, I told you so dad … and you should see it naked. Man, it is something else, the smoothest skin, great rounded curves and the appeal of what's between those cheeks."

"Oh please, give me a break!" interjected Jennifer, anxious to change the subject.

"The thing is son, I did … see it naked, I mean. I used the key you sent me and walked right on in. I had a good look through your house, came out here on the deck and what do you know, this lovely woman is naked as a jay-bird, just lying there on her stomach, that fine piece of arse up in the air for me to see. You're right, skin as smooth as a baby's bum."

"Hey guys, I am here, sitting with you … not some missing person you're talking about."

Brett looked across at Jennifer, noting the look on her face, "Whoops, a bit embarrassing, eh Jen."

"Yes it was … I can see who you take after. He wouldn't go and walk away so I could get up and go get dressed to protect my modesty. He just sat there and talked to me. Well, his mouth talked to me while his eyes watched my arse."

"Ah, come on Jennifer," defended Trevor, "I wasn't that blatant, was I? Besides, you city women like that sort of thing, having men checking you out."

Brett could see Jennifer's hurt, he moved to defend her. "Knock it off dad, Jen's not like what you describe as city women. She's a very refined lady, doesn't swear … well didn't, until she met me. She's been married to the one man for most of her life, he's a real jerk. So cut her some slack, dad."

Trevor recognised his son's seriousness, "I am sorry Jennifer, I didn't mean to label you in any way. I am sorry if I offended you."

Jennifer accepted his apology. She went away to the kitchen to prepare some lunch so that father and son could have some quiet time to catch up. The three of them spent all afternoon out on the pool patio and by 5pm, Jennifer felt that she was part of their family too. Trouble was she and Brett didn't get anything done in preparation for that night's program.

After spending the whole afternoon at the house, Jennifer found that she really liked Trevor, he was close to her age and he was everything that her husband was not. She even had some regrets that she had formed such an intense sexual relationship with Brett … she knew deep down that with the age difference, it would never last.

But having now met his father, she felt much closer to Trevor and wondered what he would be like in bed. He had a great personality, was handsome, attentive, caring, a good conversationalist with a fabulous sense of humour. What more could she want? He only needed to be good in bed, and at 50, he would be the perfect package for her … the ideal replacement for George.

After the show that night, Brett told Jennifer that he was intending to have a party at his house this weekend to celebrate his father being in town. Since he worked weeknights, it would have to be Saturday night. Jennifer agreed it was a good idea, but expressed doubt over whether she could make it. She explained that, despite her ice-cold marriage, now that she worked weeknights, she did feel an obligation to stay home with George on Saturday and Sunday nights. She agreed it was ridiculous because even if she did stay home with him, she would be lucky to have two minutes of conversation with him all night. Brett made her promise that she would try to come to the party.

Trevor even put pressure on her to come to Brett's party. When she dropped by Brett's house on Friday morning to prepare that night's show, Trevor invited her to lunch afterward. Jennifer was surprised, but she had grown to like him very much in just two days. He took her to a fine restaurant that she figured that Brett had probably recommended. They had some wine, but Jennifer had to stop at one glass … she reminded him that she was working until midnight and needed to stay sober.

"I promise you that I will drink with you all night tomorrow evening," Jennifer promised him.

"So that means you're coming then," checked Trevor.

"Yes, I will be there, Trevor. I have no idea what I am going to say to George, but I can assure you that I want to come."

"And so do I, Jennifer. Want you to come, that is."

She gave him a curious smile, unsure if he was placing sexual innuendo in that last remark. She figured if she hadn't been intimate with his son, she would have no hesitation in going to bed with Trevor. But the complication of her relationship with Brett caused her to doubt if she could bring herself to commit to the father. She even wondered if she could take Brett aside and explain her dilemma, but she wouldn't know how to start it … and what if she was wrong and Trevor didn't really desire her. She would look foolish and full of herself for believing that she could have two generations of one family.

Chapter Ten

Saturday afternoon about five, Jennifer ran herself a long hot bath. She had selected some of her new sexy lingerie to wear on the night, expecting to end up in bed with one Mr. Walker this night. She just wasn't sure which one. She secreted her underwear under a towel and took it into the bathroom, not wanting George to see how she intended to dress to go out.

She lay back luxuriating in the hot sudsy bath when all of a sudden, George burst into the bathroom without even knocking. He had never done that before.

"George, how dare you. Can't I have some privacy to soak in my bath?"

"Are you going out tonight?" he demanded to know, standing over her in a rare bullying fashion.

"As a matter of fact, I am. I'm having a night out with some of the girls, as if it's any of your business."

"You never told me!"

"After your attitude to our marriage, I certainly don't have to ask your permission. Since when did it ever matter to you? We sit here, never saying a word to each other … you don't even say good night to me when you go to bed. This is not a marriage, it's a prison sentence and you are a boring old fart."

"How dare you talk to me like that. You're having an affair behind my back, aren't you?"

"Oh that I was, George," she lied, not ready yet to reveal her relationship with Brett … or would it be Trevor? No wonder she wasn't ready to tell him anything.

"What's all this then?" He had spotted her neat pile of lingerie. "Looks a bit fancy for a night with the girls. Who are you intending to wear this for?"

"Anybody that would at least look at me, treat me like a real live woman. You have stifled the life out of our marriage, George. I am glad that you have raised this now … because it gives me a chance at last to tell you that our marriage is a sham. It's all over, George … we're through!"

Jennifer was trembling with rage, surprised that her quiet and meek husband had suddenly become accusatory. Did it actually matter to him? She thought not. Jennifer suspected that he was only worried by the image a marriage breakdown would portray to his friends. The fight had gone out of George just as quickly as it had arisen. He slunk out the door.

Jennifer lay in the bath, her whole body trembling from the altercation, amazed at how she had suddenly had the courage to respond to him, to tell him what she thought. But as she calmed down, she realised that George's timing couldn't have been better. She made up her mind there and then that she would not be coming home tonight … even if it meant them having another argument tomorrow.

She rose up from her bath, grabbed a big fluffy towel and dried her body. Then she set about dressing up for her night out. A black half-cup bra, matching black panties, stockings and a garter belt. She wrapped the towel around all of that and went in search of a suitable dress to wear.

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Jennifer parked her car inside Brett's garage just as she did on weekday mornings, then used her front door key to gain access to the house. She went down the flight of steps to the bedroom level and along the hallway past the bedrooms to stand against the glass-sided railing. She looked over to the living area below and couldn't see either Brett or his dad, but then felt someone come up beside her … it was Brett and he placed a protective arm around his radio producer and leaned over the balcony railing.

"Hey dad, I think you'll want to see this."

Jennifer leaned forward to look too and saw Trevor appear from out of the kitchen that was below the bedrooms. Trevor walked just far enough into the living area so that he could turn and look up at the pair standing on the balcony above him. She watched Brett's father's eyes widen and guessed that his son may have wised him up about her little game with Brett. She played ball by straightening her body up, shaking Brett's arm free of her shoulder and doing a little pirouette that caused her short dress to flare out.

"Do you like my dress, Trevor?" she called down to him.

"I do like your dress, Jennifer … but that's not all I like. I like everything that I can see from here, you are a very desirable woman."

She pretended to be coy, "Oh dear Trevor, I just realised. You might be able to see a little more of me than just my dress from down there. I should be careful about where I stand up here."

"You can stand there all night long as far as I'm concerned," he called back, his eyes continuing to flit from her face to her exposed legs that disappeared up under her dress. But Jennifer wondered how much of her legs disappeared from his gaze. Could he in fact see all the way up to her black panties?.

Brett spoke from behind her, "You are a hot woman, Jen. I can't believe that I ever called you non-sexual. You have won over my dad, it looks like I could lose you to him."

"Would that upset you?" said Jennifer, turning to face Brett, looking serious.

"I would very much miss what we have, Jen … but long-term, you would be better for my dad, and he would be better for you."

Jennifer sensed that Brett was handing her over to his father at this stage, letting her know that she was free to flirt with Trevor tonight. "Thanks," she said and kissed the young man affectionately before returning down the hallway and continuing on downstairs to catch up with Trevor.

She put the earlier argument with George out of her mind and gave all of her attention to Trevor. There were about 20 at the party, but Jennifer had eyes only for Brett's dad. They ate together, drank together, danced together, and stepped out onto the pool patio where they had first met, kissing passionately in the semi dark. Trevor admitted that she was the first woman that he had kissed since the death of his wife. To lighten the mood, she reminded him that hers was also the first woman's arse he had seen naked since his wife's passing. They laughed a lot.

She wondered how long she was going to have to wait for Trevor to make a move on her. She had fallen for this guy so quickly and was now eager to step up to the next level. 'I wonder if Brett also let his dad know that he was okay with me going with him,' thought Jennifer.

About 11, Brett came over to where she and Trevor were lounging "Listen you guys, if you two want to go upstairs and do something private, it's okay with me. You've been great helping out with drinks and food and stuff, but as of now dad, you are relieved of being the guest of honour."

Trevor turned to look at Jennifer and she thought he appeared nervous, perhaps not sure how to initiate the next move. She wondered if she should help out, or would that appear too forward for an old-style country widower. But it turned out that was not his problem. "Brett, a guy likes to make his own approach to a woman about coming to bed with him … it shouldn't come from his son."

"Oh, sorry dad … I just thought I might be helping to get things started."

Again, Trevor looked at Jennifer, "That's not necessary at all, Brett. Things will get started on their own pretty soon."

She placed her hand on Trevor's cheek, "Anytime you want, Trevor … I'm more than ready for you."