“That was incredible Ben! I’ve never felt so thoroughly fucked, ever!” She exclaimed. She raised her arms toward me and launched herself off the glass toward me. I stood quickly and caught her. I pulled us both into the water spray and just stood there holding her. She trembled a little as the aftershocks of her orgasm were still coming. I was still surprised by her use of the word ‘fuck’. It seemed so unladylike but it appealed to my primal half.
“Gawd Ben! You’re amazing.” She said in that breathy silken voice.
“Laying it on a little thick don’t you think?” I said with a quirky smile. She looked up and opened her mouth with a shocked look.
“Bite your tongue! I mean it! You are amazing! That jackass ex-husband of mine never made me feel like I was worth it and I was married to him for forty years. When I say you’re fucking incredible you’d better believe it!” she said irritably. I put my hands up in surrender.
“Okay, okay. I’ll not question it again. I never felt like I was really all that good anyway so I’m just asking.” I said. Jean looked at me with a scowl then it softened into frown as she hugged me tight.
A few minutes later we finished cleaning ourselves up and exited the shower grabbing a towel from the rack at the shower’s entry into the bathroom. I laid out a large one on the floor to catch most of the water that dripped from our bodies while we dried each other off. After drying off, Jean went over to the counter and blow-dried her hair while I walked through the bedroom, across the hall to my room to get my sleep shorts.
After putting them on, I sat down on the bed and saw a plastic bag poking from under some clothes in the suitcase. I picked it out and saw a photo of Tera, Jessica at age two and myself. I just stared at it for a minute or two, kissed it and laid it in the suitcase under the clothes again. I put the suitcase over on a chair to get it out of the way and returned to the bed to turn down the covers. Just as I did, I heard a soft knock on the door.
“Come in.” I said. Soft footsteps sounded as she crossed the room to where I was. I turned to look and she had on the most gorgeous satin night gown I’d ever seen. It was teal that hung to her ankles with a little bit of lace at the hem. Spaghetti straps strung over her shoulders and held up the gown. It had a low ‘V’ cut exposing her natural cleavage.
Turning around slowly to show me the outfit, the back of the gown dove midway down her back. The fabric clung to her ass cheeks and their form was pretty well defined. Her tiny feet were in slippers of the same color and seemingly the same shimmering fabric. As she continued around, her breasts were equally well hugged by the gown and her nipples stood out in an impressive display.
“Do you like it?” she asked finishing her display.
“Very much. You make everything you wear or almost wear look terrific Jean.” I said. She beamed at that and came over to give me a hug and a passionate kiss.
“Come with me to my room. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” She said holding my hand and drawing me with her. I couldn’t help but follow. Every little movement she made showed some alluring curve. It was the visual equivalent of a siren. I turned the light switch off as she led us across the hall and through the door to her room.
“I am quite tired out. I drove here from my place, had a party of an evening and grand sex. I don’t think I’ll be able to stay awake. It’s after midnight you know.” I said.
“Hmmm.” she said putting a finger to her lips. “I think you may be right. So I wouldn’t want you to get cold or toss and turn in a strange bed and not get any sleep.” She said as she climbed the two steps. Her sway was accentuated by the curve-hugging material. She climbed into the bed. I climbed in on the opposite side. Pulling light weight covers over us, I laid back on the pillow, reached behind my head and laced my fingers together and sighed. She rolled over to me and put an arm over my chest using my shoulder as a pillow.
“Ben?” she said.
“Right here Jean.” I replied.
“What did you mean when you said you would make me yours?” she asked. I remembered the declaration made just before climaxing. I paused a moment before I answered.
“I meant what I said.” I said in a soft whisper. A minute went by when she spoke again in a whisper.
“I love you.” Jean said.
“I love you too.” I said and kissed the top of her head.
Within a couple of minutes, her breathing slowed and evened as she fell asleep. ‘Mine’ skittered across my mind just before I did.
Thank you for reading. If there is enough support for this story I might continue beyond this.
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