Tim's Odyssey

"Please don't come along for any other reason than you would like to. I'm planning on going down Friday and returning Sunday. They have a beautiful mill there that has been converted into a marvelous restaurant and I'd love to treat you to dinner and perhaps brunch. If you're not sure, don't answer and we'll discuss it tomorrow or later next week if that suits you."

"Actually, I'd love to Marge. It's a date."

The following Friday found us in Marge's convertible on a beautiful spring evening, driving with the top down. With the wind whistling through our ears, there was little conversation but we put the top up while stopped for a coffee about midway and for the rest of the trip Marge initiated a conversation that was blunt and to the point.

"I'm hoping this will not make you uncomfortable Tim but we're staying in my new home. It's not entirely furnished yet but there is enough to meet our needs. I'm inviting you to share my bed. I'm no more in love with you, than you with me, but I have enjoyed your company and would like this, no strings attached. I'd be a liar if I said, I don't care what you decide, because I do. I really hope you'll accept."

"I can't think of anything I'd like more than that Marge."

For the rest of the trip we discussed a number of things including her position that she would rather not introduce me to her family, at least not just now, as it may raise inappropriate expectations that neither she nor I were willing to live up to.

I agreed.

I agreed with most of what Marge had said. I find her a most agreeable person.

The house was small but lovely. It was situated on top of a rise with a small copse of trees to the rear. It was virtually unfurnished except for a few odd pieces in the eat-in kitchen but the master bedroom suite was completely done. It was an odd shaped room overlooking the small forest behind. It was beautifully furnished with a round bed and a semicircular headboard complete with night tables at either end. The walls were almost all glass and the view was breathtaking.

"My retirement gift from myself to myself." She called it.

On the way we had stopped at a package store and Marge had insisted on buying. Over the weekend we would enjoy a very nice brandy, two different wines, champagne and orange juice for early breakfasts and an excellent liqueur with our coffee.

After a very brief conversation that acknowledged our mutual nervousness about our "older" bodies and the sex we knew we would have, combined with an equally mutual reassurance that we did want to do this, we ended up having a wonderful evening, a prelude to an equally wonderful weekend.

Although she had developed a small tummy after 2 kids and her 53 years and her breasts drooped just a very little, she still was a very attractive woman and it took very little time for us to find a comfort level with each other. We went to her round bed naked and were immediately comfortable in each others arms. I had thought to get some condoms but after a brief discussion we agreed we didn't need them.

After extended kissing and stroking she pulled me up on to her and guided my hard cock to her and being wet enough, I slid in easily. We fell into a rhythm that would have suggested we had been doing it for years but after a while, my long abstinence and my excitement with Marge did me in and I was unable to hold off my orgasm.

I apologized and Marge began to laugh!

"I haven't enjoyed something like that in a great many years Tim even before Phil and I parted. Near the end, I was never able to get to orgasm but I still loved doing it and I really love being with you this way. You have nothing to apologize for!"

We settled down into each others arms and as we fell into a restful sleep I felt Marge giggle then say, "If you happen to be in the mood later in the night, I would be very pleased to do it again!"

I leaned forward, kissed her on the cheek and said, "Count on it!"

If I was ever concerned about getting up again I shouldn't have been. The relative newness of sleeping with a woman worked its magic and not too much later I was kissing the back of Marge's neck and stroking her breasts.

Hearing her moans of pleasure fueled my rapidly building desire and the "male" in me pushed me to be sure to bring her to climax.

I continued my stroking and kissing as I moved back a little, allowing her to roll on to her back beside me. We kissed for a long time and it felt so good.

I began to trail the kisses across her cheek, down her neck on to her breast. A quick intake of breath confirmed I was on the right track. After sucking on each nipple for a while, I began to trail my tongue down her belly to her groin when her hands reached out and held my head.

"I really, really want this," she said, almost out of breath, "but I need to know you remember I haven't showered since . . ."

"All the better to eat you then!" I answered in my best "big bad wolf" voice.

"Oh God!" I heard her moan as I moved between her spreading legs and placed my mouth on the target. I have never shied away from my own cum before and I wasn't about to do it then either.

I concentrated on her clit and licked and sucked in between long licks up either side and felt triumphant when I felt her whole body tense up. I went back to sucking on her clit and was rewarded with a massive groan of delight.

As she recovered from her orgasm I moved carefully up her body and slipped into a very wet pussy. Remembering her concern about not showering, I avoided kissing her mouth but Marge took matters into her own hands and reached up around my neck, pulling herself up and me down and kissed me driving her tongue into my mouth, lashing at mine.

I began a steady rhythm and having cum only a while ago I was able to last for quite a while this time and after some more passionate kissing, mostly governed by her, I was rewarded once again when Marge's body responded to her second orgasm in a very short time.

That was too much for me and once again my excitement spilled into her.

We lay side by side trying to catch our breath, and after a while Marge rolled toward me and kissed me gently on the lips. "That was wonderful! I felt so . . . so . . . wicked! It was like I was doing something forbidden yet when I think of it, it seemed like a natural thing to do. Up to now, it has taken my biggest vibrator to bring me off twice in such a short time. You are amazing!"

"Thank you but I want to remind you that I was so excited to be with you that I was the one who couldn't hold back earlier. You're pretty damn good yourself!"

We settled back into one another's arms but strangely sleep would not come. I couldn't tell if Marge was asleep so I lay still, not wanting to disturb her.

"After all that, you'd think we would both fall into a deep sleep." I heard her say. "I'm enjoying being here with you but I'm not tired and I don't want to keep you awake."

"I'm not tired either."

We ended up showering, separately, and going out to the kitchen to have some hot "mulled" wine and listening to music for the next couple of hours before we went back to the bed to sleep.

I woke next morning to the smell of coffee, ham and eggs but started it off with Champagne and orange juice, a great way to get your daily vitamin C. After a very enjoyable breakfast we spent the day touring around the countryside and following an extraordinary dinner at "The Mill" we returned to Marge's home for the evening.

It was a very enjoyable and relaxing day and I was surprised and a little embarrassed to find that I was feeling very tired. I was working hard to stay alert but Marge is a very perceptive person and made it clear she was in no way offended.

"Quite the contrary," she said, "I'm flattered that you have relaxed enough in my company to allow your tiredness to overtake you. Let's retire early hoping that something will . . ." I could see her blushing! "something will come up in the morning."

Something did and we spent most of the morning fucking and sucking and finally stopped for brunch late that morning before cleaning up and heading for home.

***

Upon getting home I went through the voice mail that had piled up noting there were two calls from Erin both requesting that I call her. The second call was clearly much more anxious.

I thought through everything I could to make sure I was in a good frame of mind but the truth was I was nervous when I finally placed the call.

Erin got right to the point! Instead of encouraging her to get on with her life, seeing me at the foundation dinner and dance with a date had led Amber to upset and then depression. She and Stan had been unable to coax her out of it and had finally consulted a doctor who, it seems, was also concerned.

I asked what I could do to help and Erin immediately responded, "Could you talk to her?"

I wasn't sure if that would make matters better or worse. Although much less than a few months ago, the thought of her infidelity was still painful! I had followed Charlie's advice well but it had taken its toll on me and I wasn't sure if I could manage to face Amber and keep my cool, even at this late date, but Erin was pleading and as I've already said, I really like her and Stan so I said I would.

The next afternoon I found myself at Erin's door wondering if I had the strength to talk calmly with Amber. Although Erin had indicated that Amber was not doing well, I was unprepared for how terrible she looked. Her eyes were red and swollen and she was unkempt and very frail looking. When she looked up at Erin's announcement of my arrival, fresh tears welled in her eyes.

Not knowing what else to say, I told her I was very concerned about her and that we all, Charlie, Karen, Erin, Stan and I wanted her to take better care of herself. Although she mumbled a few words, the only thing I could make out was "forgive".

I had to reconcile Charlie's advice with my need to help Amber so I said, "Amber, I still care very much about you, too much to let you and I go on living in fear and suspicion, too much to let that push us to a point where we could come to hate each other. I can forgive what you did. I do forgive what you did and I do want you to get back to taking care of yourself."

Her demeanor visibly improved and she clearly said, "Would you talk to me again sometime? Could we at least be friends?"

Moment of truth!

She looked so terrible and I knew I needed to help her so I replied, "As long as we don't mistake caring and friendship as anything more than just that, I care too much to say no. Of course we can be friends!"

Erin called the next day to say that although still pretty shaky, Amber was better. By Erin's continued reports over the next two weeks, she continued to improve.

I, on the other hand, had something of a relapse.

Much of the hurt and anger over what Amber did combined with the doubts about whether that was all there was to it surfaced. It was a tough two weeks.

***

Over the following 7 weeks, before Marge moved, we went out eight times, a few times to a movie, twice to the theater to see a play and once just to dinner at her place the night before she left.

We didn't spend the night together every time but three times after delightful evenings at the theater and after dinner at her place on her last night there, I spent the night. It was like we were old friends. Not being subject to either the nervousness of the first time nor the excitement of the first time, it was "comfortable".

I did feel something of a loss after she moved but determined to get on with my life I began to once again look around for opportunities to meet and "date" new people.

***

I had just finished 18 with some friends one day a while later and rather than go home and eat alone I stopped to eat dinner at the club.

I was just starting my first pre-dinner cocktail when a young woman stopped at my table.

"Hi, Mr Backford."

I looked up into an angelic face. I was obviously struck both with how attractive the young woman was and by the fact that I had no idea who she was."

"I'm Samantha Redford. I used to work for you at Deston."

"I'm sorry Samantha, there are so many people there that I don't remember you." She was so pretty and I immediately decided that a little harmless flirting wouldn't hurt. "And I'm doubly embarrassed that I wouldn't remember someone as lovely as you."

Her laugh was just as attractive as she added, "My friends call me Sam and I worked in I.T. As I recall you used to say you weren't all that computer literate and felt uncomfortable there so I'm not surprised you don't remember me."

"Well Sam, I'm Tim and I'm sorry now that I didn't spend more time there. Are you busy? Would you join me for some dinner?"

After a brief reply about not wanting to intrude and my response that I was asking for company, she agreed. I commented on the statement that she "used" to work at Deston. It appears that her live-in boyfriend at the time had a major promotion in his work but had to move to Chicago and although she had quit her job, moved with him and given it a try, the relationship had not worked out.

I suggested that there may be an opportunity to return to Deston and asked that she call me later in the week.

She was a great dinner companion and I found myself enjoying the envious looks of the younger men as we finished our dinner. We ended up enjoying some brandy in the lounge and realizing I had more to drink than I should have, I called for Jimmy, who is my favorite of the men from the driving service I use, to come and take us home.

Jimmy has taken care of both my driving needs and of me on many occasions and he was no less perceptive tonight. He showed up with another driver who took the keys to my SUV then brought the Town Car around to pick up Sam and me. I asked Sam about her car but she said her dad would take care of it and not to worry.

Not long after we left the club, Jimmy pulled up along side of a large building which turned out to be Sam's home. I walked her to what appeared to be a side door where she thanked me and kissed me before saying goodnight.

All the way home I found myself wishing I was younger. I realized I was really taken with this young woman but our age difference was too much by far. I estimated her to be about Charlie's age and he is 26, Karen is 24. I am 51.

A few days later I was in my office where I go every now and then and called down to Sid Forthing, head of I.T. to see if he could spare me a few minutes anytime through the day. His secretary told me he was in a meeting with a group of his code writers but she would have him call right away. I told her to let Sid finish his meeting first.

I was about to go get some lunch when Sid returned my call so I asked him to join me.

I wanted to be sure Sid realized that I was only asking for information at this time and ended up fumbling with my words. Finally I said, "Do you remember Samantha Redford?"

"Sure do!" he answered. "Probably the most insightful code writer we had, but she quit to follow her boyfriend in his work about 2 years ago. Why?"

"She's back in town and may be looking for a job."

"I'd go looking for her. We had some problems with moodiness as I recall and she was away sick on a number of occasions but she was so good when she was there that it more than made up for the times when she was away."

"Call Jimmy." I suggested, "He drove her home from the club last night. He knows where she lives. I'm afraid I wasn't paying too much attention as I was in the car with her when he did it and frankly, didn't see anything but her."

"Oh!" he smiled, "Something brewing here?"

"Only in my dreams Sid! She's about my daughter's age, but it was fun. Anyway, I like her and if she's looking for a job and you say she's that good then look into it!"

"Will do Boss!"

Two days later I had just finished a workout in the gym at the golf club and was taking a "cool down" walk around the clubhouse when I heard someone shout "Hey you!" and turned to see Sam coming off the 18th green. She was wearing a bright orange T-shirt and a very short white skirt showing off two gorgeous legs. Wow! What a figure.

"Gee one dinner with you and you're giving my name and number out to other guys!"

Her bright smile seemed to light up the entire area.

"Thanks for speaking to Sid. He called me yesterday and I'm meeting him next Monday."

"That's great. So you may be coming back to Deston?"

"Well that's a little premature at this time but I'd have to admit, it's possible."

We talked for a bit then she asked if she could return the favor and buy me dinner. I accepted immediately.

Once again, I was the envy of every young man in the joint and I loved it. We had dinner and went to the lounge as we had the first night and after I finished two brandies, I said I would call for a ride. Sam pointed out that she hadn't been drinking and suggested she take me home.

Who am I to argue?

I invited her in and she accepted and with fresh drinks in our hands I gave her a tour. When we got to the hot tub she said how much she wanted one and how she would love to sit and relax in it.

I said she would have to bring a suit over next time.

She looked at me pensively for a moment then said, "We're adults Tim. How about you close your eyes while I get in and I'll close mine when you get in."

"O.K. by me!"

I went inside to get a couple of bath towels and robes and by the time I returned Sam was already in the tub, her golfing outfit and underwear laid neatly over the bench. I figured this was no time to be shy so I simply stripped down and climbed into the tub and when I sat down I was facing the loveliest face, up to its neck in the bubbling water.

"Oh Oh!"

"What?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to close my eyes."

"I'm sure I'll survive it."

We sat there while Sam extolled the excellent properties of the hot tub but after about 25 minutes, I had had enough and in spite of the delightful feeling of having a young, beautiful, sexy and naked woman in there with me, at my age, a half hour is enough.

I put on one of the robes and invited her to stay in as long as she liked, then went to refresh our drinks. When I returned, she too was out and wearing the other robe.

We listened to some music and talked a little. After a while it was obvious she was in no hurry to leave.

"You're welcome to another drink but I'd prefer that you not drive. If you like I can have Jimmy take you home when you're ready."

"I'd prefer to stay as long as that's O.K. with you!"

Up to then, I had never been conscious of thinking of myself as old but this woman couldn't be much older than my kids if she was even as old as them.

"I'm flattered that an interesting, beautiful and sexy woman, as young as you, would even consider an old guy like me. I would like you to stay."

She smiled and in the sexiest of voices said, "I'm flattered that a very sexy, perhaps older man like you, would want me to stay!"

We went to my bedroom where she removed her robe and went into the shower to wash off the residue from the hot tub. As soon as she finished, I did the same and once dry, I returned to my bed to find her in it and still naked.

I've never thought of myself as having any insecurities about sexual performance but it did occur to me that given my age and ability (or lack thereof) to recover, that I may not be able to meet her expectations. In any parallel business situation, I would simply play to my strengths, so that's what I did.

I like kissing and apparently so did she so I spent a great deal of time doing that and gradually moved from those incredibly soft lips to her neck and on to her breasts where I settled in for a long time suckling on each of those nipples. I could feel them swell in my mouth and that only served to fuel my own growing excitement.