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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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When Sam got home, she asked about our walk, and I told her where we went and that it made a nice change from walking the streets of the town. She was pleased it had gone well. I hadn't mentioned lunch, although there was no reason why I shouldn't, I guess.
Two days later, Sue and I went to a different park and ended up back at hers for lunch again.
As we chatted, I happened to say that I should invite her to mine for lunch one day, but she said it wasn't a problem and that she enjoyed making lunch for us both. So I carried on going to her's for lunch after each walk.
This carried on for the next three weeks, and I felt very comfortable in her company and in her home. The looks between us did seem to last longer, and something was bubbling away inside me, and I suspect in her as well.
After lunch one day, I stood to leave, and Sue came close after I had put my shoes on in her hall and she said, "I really enjoy your company Phil," and with that, she stepped closer, stood on her tip toes and kissed me on the cheek. It was only brief, but it felt like a thunderbolt had hit me.
After a few seconds, I finally managed to reply.
"I enjoy your company too, Sue."
Sunday evening, I had a text from Sue.
"Are we still on for a walk tomorrow?"
"Most definitely." Was my reply.
"Good," was her reply.
The next day as we were driving to the Park, Sue spoke, "I had been worried that the kiss I gave you on Friday was too heavy and might have put you off walking today. That's why I texted you last night."
"It's not a problem, Sue. I was surprised, but it was nice, thank you."
"Good. I would hate to ruin the friendship we have."
"Me too." I glanced over at her, and we smiled at each other.
The rest of the journey, walk and lunch passed as usual until I came to leave Sue's. This time she stepped up to me to kiss me on the cheek, and I returned the kiss on her cheek.
The feeling of my lips on her soft skin, although very brief, was wonderful.
As I stepped back into my house, there were all sorts of thoughts flying around my head. I had never had any ideas of being unfaithful to Sam before, in all our years of marriage, but those thoughts were there now. But did Sue feel the same or was I overreacting to the kisses? To think that a woman ten years younger than me, apparently fancied me was very complimentary but did she really?
I then did something I hadn't done for years I wanked off thinking about Sue. Of course, I had wanked off before but not about another woman. Usually, it was about the sort of things I would love to do with Sam, but she wouldn't.
Cumming thinking about Sue was awesome, but then shortly after the guilt set in, but it didn't stop me thinking about Sue.
I tried to behave 'normal' when Sam got home, but it wasn't easy.
That week the weather was starting to get warmer, but I was still surprised when Sue opened the door two days later to see her in shorts.
My eyes must have popped open wide.
"You okay, Phil? You look shocked."
"Well, I hadn't expected you to be in shorts."
"I fancied getting some sun on my legs, but I can cover them up if you like?"
"Er, no it's okay, " I replied, a little embarrassed.
As we drove to today's Park, I kept looking out of the corner of my eyes at her legs stretched out in the footwell. They were well toned not long, as she isn't a tall woman anyway, but they were well proportioned to the rest of her body.
When we arrived, I went round to Sue's side of the car to let her out as I usually did, and she swung her legs out, giving me the full effect. The shorts were denim with frayed edges and to me seemed very sexy.
As we walked today, there were times when the track was single file so Sue walked ahead of me and my eyes were drawn to her legs and upwards to her arse, which I hadn't noticed before. I felt a movement 'down below', and my cock was responding to the view. The track continued uphill, and we walked in single file for some time.
"Are you still there?" Sue called out.
"Yes, I'm here."
"Good."
Sue reached the top of the hill first and turned to look at me a couple of yards behind. She reached her hand out towards me and without thinking, I took it, and she helped me up.
"Thank you," I said.
"You are very welcome," Sue replied, and I realised then that we were still holding hands. I should have let go, but I couldn't. Sue turned to continue across the top of the hill and still holding my hand; we walked on. Here I was a 60-year-old man, feeling like a teenager. We continued to hold hands until the track started to descend, again in single file.
When we got back for lunch, with no mention of the hand holding having been made, we sat in Sue's conservatory and out if the blue Sue said to me, "So do you like my legs then?"
If my mouth had been full of coffee, It would have splattered out of my mouth, but fortunately, my mouth was empty at the time. There was silence for a while, so Sue spoke again, "well, do you?"
"Yes I do, very much."
"I thought you did by the way you have been looking at them."
"Oh, sorry."
"Don't be, its a compliment, and I like compliments."
When it was time for me to leave, we kissed on the cheek again, and Sue said, "Next time, wear your shorts."
"Okay," was my rather meek reply.
Needless to say that when I got home, I wanked off again. |