Second Chances

I won't stop him and I think that he knows that. His fingers lightly trace the edge of my shirt, sending goosebumps dancing across my back as his fingers ever so gently caress and glide over the sliver of skin that's revealed to him.

I'm almost afraid that if I move, I'll break whatever spell he's under, but I have to look behind me. Feeling me shift, his dark eyes rise to meet my own. Nothing is said as we gaze at the other but I think we've always known where we'd go if given the chance.

"There's lotion on the table by the couch," I quietly say, turning to lay my head back on my arms. I can feel him move, his clothes rustling as he goes to get the bottle, then the feel of his legs straddling my hips again.

The scent of lavender fills my nose as he squirts it onto his hands and slowly brings them to my lower back. Inch by inch he moves upward, my shirt riding up until it bunches underneath me. Not a word is said as I move to take it off, leaving me in a lacey pink bra.

My heart is pounding at my boldness but I simply settle back onto my stomach as his trembling hands smooth the lotion up and down my back. My groans are closer together as his moist hands work their magic, soothing my sore muscles and relaxing me further. Russ had used to give me back rubs when I was wound up tight about something and he'd never fail to turn it into a night of orgasms.

Pushing Russ from my thoughts, I focus on Ford's hands undoing the clasp of my bra, the feel of it being parted as its gently laid on the floor to either side of me. His hands are now able to run up and down my back with no obstacles to stop him.

"Please don't stop," I softly say when I feel him shift and remove his hands.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Lift your hips up."

I obey and feel his hands reaching underneath me to undo my jeans, the waist loosening as he gently tugs it down my hips and legs. My thick socks are next, leaving me in a lacey pink thong, the warm glow of the fire warding off the chill as he straddles my knees to reach my ass and thighs.

More lotion is applied as he works down my back, over to each ass cheek then down my thighs. I'm getting turned on but I'm afraid to say anything, not wanting to break the spell we seem to be under.

Minutes later, my feet are next, his weight no longer on me as he kneads every square inch of my calves and soothes my feet with his thumbs. My groans are louder, but he's silent behind me.

"I think my back and thighs could use some more attention."

My gaze meets his, and I watch his eyes close briefly before he settles back on top of my legs. Hearing rustling, I again look over my shoulder and watch as he removes his sweater and t-shirt. My pussy gives a little pulse as I watch him throw his shirts across the room. His body shows signs of aging, his dark chest hair sparse, belly flat. I had never imagined that a man in his 50's could affect me this way but he was and I was looking forward to touching him.

"You have such a beautiful body, Markie." His words are low but clear as I settle back onto my stomach. The second time his fingers caress the edge of my pussy lips is when I realize that it was intentional.

He had been kneading my ass cheeks apart little by little, his hands working the insides of my thighs as his fingers brushed against my labia. By the third time, I knew what he wanted and moved my legs farther apart, making him adjust his stance over me.

His fingers tremble slightly as he slips them into my underwear, touching my pussy lips briefly before returning to my ass cheeks.

His weight settles onto my back as he slides his hands up my sides and underneath me to hold me to him as he lays on top of me. Turning my head slightly I feel his warm breath in my ear as he whispers to me.

"I never wanted this to happen, I swear, honey. But when I saw you at the kitchen table the other morning with no makeup on and your hair a mess like you'd just had sex, I couldn't get the image of you out of my head. You are so sexy but I'm just an old man when you deserve so much better."

"I know, Ford. But, maybe we need to move on from the past and I want it to be with you."

He doesn't say anything for a minute as he processes what I just said. "Are you sure, honey?"

"I'm positive."

He kisses the side of my neck then and I know it's too late to back out without breaking one of our hearts.

His breath is warm against my skin as he kisses his way down my spine, pulling my thong down as he works his way down my ass and to my thighs. I help by lifting my hips and spreading my legs more to give him room.

"Turn over."

I reach for him as soon as I'm on my back, pulling him to me so I can feel his chest on mine. His chest hair tickles my nipples and they pucker immediately as they become stimulated. "Look at you," he breathes as he moves my hair from my face.

His lips are so soft as they settle onto mine, his tongue wet and warm when he slips it into my waiting mouth. Our kisses are deep and passionate and I get wet as we suck on each other's tongues and nibble on the other's lips.

Soon, he's moving lower, trailing kisses down my body until he's settled between my legs, his mouth inches from my breasts. "Please, Ford."

He holds my gaze as he latches onto a nipple, causing me to arch my back up as I cradle his head to my breast. He's so gentle as he sucks, his tongue swirling around my nipple as he reaches to hold my other breast in his palm. I break eye contact first, throwing my head back and closing my eyes as I enjoy his touch.

"Just like that...harder!" I beg as my pussy gets wetter and my clit begins to throb.

His lips sucks harder, his tongue swirling faster as I press his head tightly to me.

Our gazes meet again when I feel him shift lower, kissing his way to my pussy. "I love that you don't shave," he whispers.

I'd never understood why women did it, preferring to keep it trimmed short. I'd shaved once for Russ but the itching as it grew back had been so annoying, I'd vowed to never do it again.

I want to watch him so I prop myself up on my elbows. His eyes are closed as he slowly runs his tongue around my clit, dipping down to my pussy to taste my juices, then back up again. His groans are so hot as he starts to get into what he's doing.

"Right there, baby, just like that," I moan out as I coax him on. His tongue constantly moves around my clit, his fingers find my opening and soon he's got two fingers buried in me as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

Our groans overlap as he pushes me closer and closer to an orgasm. I can feel each lap of his tongue as he runs it over my pussy, each thrust of his fingers as he curls them up against the front of my vagina, each pull when he sucks my clit into his mouth. I can feel everything, my senses on high alert as my lover works his magic on my body.

Finding my nipples, I play with them, the pleasure going south to my pussy.

"Please...faster?" I pant and his fingers increase their pace, his tongue flicking over my hard clit faster as I start to buck my hips up to meet his mouth. Collapsing onto my back, I reach with my arms until I find the leg of the couch, holding on for dear life as I buck my hips up faster, needing more friction and more of Ford.

"So good...so good..." I pant out, "Please...yes, yes, YES! Right there! Don't stop!"

My heart is pounding in my ears as I close my eyes and focus on what he's doing to me. I'm so close to cumming but I'm overstimulated. Sensing this, Ford backs off, his fingers steadily stroking my g-spot as he simply licks my clit and swirls his tongue in circles, finding that spot that will set me off.

"That's it, sweetheart. Cum for me. I want to feel your sweet pussy around my cock, your juices on my balls as you cum all over me." His words are like magic and when he goes back to licking me, my orgasm breaks. At first I feel nothing but then the pleasure overwhelms me as wave after wave hits me hard. My hips are bucking, my head is thrashing as I hold onto the leg of the couch.

He's relentless as he continues to pump his fingers into me, licking my clit as he rides out my second orgasm and then third. I can't think as I explode around him, my thighs clamped around his head as I scream and curse. All of my pent-up sexual needs were coming out in full force tonight and, now that they were realized, I wasn't sure I could go back to being celibate.

Finally, I pull back. I can't take anymore and need a break. The image of me riding his cock urging me on.

"No more!" I gasp. "Fuck, Ford! That was incredible!"

His face is covered in my juices, but he makes no move to wipe it away as he smiles sexily at me. "I'll take that reaction any day! Make sure to tell everyone, okay?" His wink makes me laugh but I can hear the sadness underneath the teasing.

"Honey, I don't think I'm going to be able to let you go."

"Then don't." Simple as that.

We simply stare into each other's eyes for a few minutes, not wanting to break the spell. He's resting on his side, head propped in his hand as his fingers trail up and down my body. I'd yet to move from my back, my head turned to watch him as I stop his restless fingers and twine mine through his.

We kiss and soon I'm straddling his waist, working the button on his jeans and undressing him as I order him onto his stomach.

I knead his back in much the same way he had done mine; working from his neck down to his feet and then back up again. Minutes pass as I ease the tension in his muscles, hearing his heavy breathing and deep sighs of contentment.

"Turn over," I tell him and watch as his hard cock comes into view. I'd glimpsed it earlier but now I was free to stare at it as I settle between his spread thighs.

He's average in size with a shaved dick and hairy balls. I'm surprised that he does this but I'm happy to see it. Moving backwards, pulling me with him, he rests his back against the couch so he can watch me.

Keeping my ass in the air, I slowly lower my body so I'm eye level with his crotch. He smells like Irish Spring soap, clean and fresh.

Using only my mouth, I take the head in and hear his gasp just as his hands find my hair so he can tangle his fingers in it. "Suck the head, baby."

I gently pull with my lips and tongue and am rewarded by a strangled curse word. I swirl my tongue around the head and sink lower onto his shaft. "That's it, baby. Suck my cock."

Increasing my pace, I brace myself on his thighs as I sink my mouth down as far as it will go, holding myself on his cock. His balls are warm against my chin but soon I have to let go and rise back up again.

Using my tongue, I lick his shaft up one side and down the other, making sure to clean him of his precum as I bathe every inch of his cock. "So good, sweetheart. Just like that...suck me, baby."

Again, I plunge my mouth down his cock and suck hard as I come up. "Baby, you have to stop or I'm going to cum." His eyes are apologetic as he pulls me up to him for a kiss. "I'm sorry, but it's been a long time since I've had sex and I'm not a young man anymore." I guess I must have given him a puzzled look because he continues. "I can't get it up again once I cum. At least not for a few hours."

"Oh. So, one time and no more until tomorrow?"

"Exactly. I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"Don't be! That just means we better make this one count!" I say with a laugh as I grab hold of his cock and give it a tug, moving to straddle his hips so I can ride him.

"No arguments here!"

I rise up and tilt my hips back to take him inside of me, my pussy still wet from being turned on by the sexy man underneath me.

"You're so tight," Ford hisses under his breath as I sink down inch by inch. "Fuck, you feel so good!"

"I love your cock," I moan, resting my head on his shoulder as I get used to having a cock inside of me again.

His arms wrap around me, holding me to him as I slowly ride him. His cock fills me perfectly, rubbing against my g-spot as I rock my hips back and forth.

I balance myself on his thighs as I lean back, feeling his cock go deeper into me so he can watch his cock disappear into my very wet pussy.

"That's a beautiful sight," he breathes, his gaze locked onto our joined pelvises.

"Watch this," I say as I raise my hips up and down so my pussy is milking his cock.

"Holy fuck!"

My head is thrown back as I rock my hips from side to side, up and down, and around in circles; feeling his cock hit spots I'd forgotten about as his thumb finds my clit and presses down on it, causing me to buck against him harder.

As I cum, Ford pulls me to him, taking over as he thrusts up into me with force. His jaw is clenched as he keeps to a steady pace, not wanting to cum yet but knowing that it's inevitable.

"Cum for me, baby," I say sexily as I kiss him.

"You feel so good! Fuck!...So good..."

"I want to feel you, Ford, that's it, honey! Cum in me!" And he does with a loud yell, his cock jumping as he spurts jet after jet of warm cum inside of me.

Our hearts are pounding as we slide to the floor. I can feel his cum oozing from me as we laze by the fire all afternoon. Eventually, Ford is able to get it up again and we make love with him on top of me, our sweaty bodies gliding over each other's as we explore and pleasure the other, finding what turns the other on.

Months later, I'm surprised and scared when I find out that I'm pregnant, never in a million years dreaming that it could happen again.

Instantly, I worry that I'll lose it and I'm scared to tell Ford, even though we were now living together permanently. The tears in his eyes are far from what I expected and the next day the local justice of the peace marries us.

I never thought that I'd be happy again, so many losses having broken my heart, but the image of my husband holding our newborn daughter is forever imprinted on my brain as one of the happiest times of my life. Russ will forever be in my heart as Connie will forever be in Ford's; but, we're happy to be where we are and I'm forever thankful that I never called Ford to cancel his reservation at the bed and breakfast.