Loading...When I was a kid my best mate was Dean Kelly. As so happens with these things, our mothers got to know each other when they would pick Dean and I up from school, and they too became friends. I would stay over at the Kelly’s place and Dean would often stay over at our place. The Kelly’s had a pool and so summers were always more fun at Dean’s house! Dean and I were on the same touch football team as well and so our families started to go on outings with each other, such as picnics, hikes, football and cricket matches, and the occasional camping trip.
Dean’s younger sister Siân (pronounced “Sharn”. Its Welsh apparently) is two or so years younger than he and I are and was probably a bit too young to be a playmate for my sis, Shelly, who was three years older than me, but everyone got on well and our families became close.
My Mum and Dad owned a Landrover and Dean’s parents had a Landcruiser, and I remember, with great fondness, a camping trip our two families took up to Fraser Island during school holidays for a week when I was eleven. For Dean and I this was paradise and we spent days running up and down the sand dunes and playing armies in the bush. Our dad’s taught us how to fish off the beach and we spent many hours swimming in crystal clear lakes. That holiday is one of my best childhood memories but there are two outstanding memories from that trip though. The first outstanding memory is of dad getting my sister and I up before dawn one morning to watch the sunrise over the ocean, which was magical. As we sat half way up the dune, we saw a lone dingo, which is the wild dog of Australia, walking casually along the shore, looking for a feed among the dead sea creatures that had washed up onto the shore during the night. As it passed our position, the dingo briefly stopped and sniffed the air, then turned towards us and just stared for a good minute and we just stared back. Despite being warned about how dangerous dingoes can be, I felt no fear because dad was with us. The dingo then moved on and went on its merry way.
My second great memory from that Fraser Island trip is Mrs Kelly and her swim suit. Denise Kelly has a fantastic body! Mr and Mrs Kelly were into fitness and every morning on the trip they would both get up at the crack of dawn and go for a jog along the beach for an hour. Whenever I visited the Kelly’s house they had a weight machine in the garage, which both Mr and Mrs Kelly used. So you can imagine Mrs Kelly’s body was quite toned. Though, at the time I don’t think I really noticed, or appreciated, her toned body as much as I noticed her rather large breasts, which appeared to be the size of rockmelons. When we went for swims in the island’s lakes, Mrs Kelly wore a bikini and I just remember taking a peek at her in her swimmers as much as I could. I had seen her swimming before and while most of the other mothers, including my own, wore a modest one piece swim suit, Mrs Kelly seemed to love to show off her body. And she had the body to show off too! I clearly remember on one particular occasion after swimming in one of the island’s lakes, Mrs Kelly walking up the beach from a lake the sun low in the sky behind her, the water on her short cropped brown hair and on her shoulders was glistening in the late sun and her boobs gently rising and falling as she walked. I remember that she had a very freckly chest, which for some reason stuck in my mind too. She had a big smile on her face as she approached us. Now, in my memory she approached us in slow motion. I think that is just how I have fantasised about it over the years. And maybe I remember Mrs Kelly this way so much more because of all the photos mum and dad took on that trip. Over the years I would occasionally get them out to reminisce. A couple of years ago on a visit to mum and dad I got the old photo album out and scanned all the photos from that trip to my computer. But I do remember Mrs Kelly in her swim suit like it was yesterday!
Mr and Mrs Kelly seemed like they were very much in love. Craig Kelly, or “Mr Kelly” as we knew him, would often have his arm around Mrs Kelly, or they would often kiss. Nothing passionate and sexy in front of us kids, but just the kiss that loving husbands and wives share when they are head out to work or greet each other after work and the like. I thought this unusual at the time because my parents never seemed to be affectionate to one another. They were generally happy I suppose but my parents often bickered over this and that. So when staying at the Kelly’s place, seeing Mr and Mrs Kelly be affectionate to each other was a little strange at first. I didn’t really dwell on it though. I just remember thinking that Dean’s parents seemed happier than my own.
One day Dean told me he had heard his parents having sex. We were thirteen I think, and really getting curious about girls. I confess I had already started to fantasise about Dean’s mum, but it was just that, a boy’s fantasy. I was a little boy and she a grown married woman, who also happened to be my mate’s mum. Dean thought my sister Shelly was hot, and she was blossoming into a pretty young lady, but I threatened Dean that he shouldn’t think of my sister that way. I have always been rather protective of my sister, but it was a bit hypocritical of me to say that to Dean when I was having dirty thoughts about his mother! Dean just laughed, and anyhow, I couldn’t have stopped him since he took after his father with a strong build and had been hitting the weight machine. I am sure if we had ever fought Dean would have been able to beat the absolute shit out of me. When we were fourteen, Dean and his family moved to Melbourne. His dad had got some promotion at work but had to relocate to Melbourne. I was pretty upset because Dean and I were good mates. We stayed in touch a little, but being teenage boys we didn’t get too hung up on it.
When I was eighteen and fresh out of school, with a new licence and a beat up old Hilux, I took myself on a road trip to Melbourne and visited Dean and his family. Over the four years since we had last seen one another he had bulked up big time. During his final years of school, Dean had done a bit of part time work with one of his mate’s father’s building company as a brickies labourer and was about to start a building apprenticeship. He also played a lot of Rugby Union and Australian Rules Football. And like his mum and dad he hit the weights most days. His sister Siân was 16 or so years old and growing into a younger version of Mrs Kelly. Dean asked me more than a few times how my sister Shelly was. Mr and Mrs Kelly were still the same friendly people they always were and let me stay at their place the two weeks I was in Melbourne. When I had first arrived Mrs Kelly smiled her big broad smile and said, “Well you have grown into a handsome young man haven’t you!” It was a statement, not a question. Mr and Mrs Kelly both still exercised most days and she was looking hot as ever. They had stayed in touch with my parents so they knew most of what was going on in my family. It was nice to sit with them and drink beer or wine and chat as adults too. They told me to stop calling them “Mr and Mrs Kelly” and call them Craig and Denise. I felt so grown up, an adult and their equal.
Dean, Siân and I went on three day road trip down on the Great Ocean Road. It was a good time away but I found that I had a little more in common with Siân these days than I did with Dean. He mostly talked about sport and women. I liked both sport and women too, but I wasn’t as obsessed with sport to the extent he was. He talked about women in a less than respectful way, as I imagine he would do with his building work mates, and that made me feel a little uncomfortable. Because Siân was with us most of the time he couldn’t be too explicit about women but when she was not around he could actually be quite crass. We would see a pretty girl walk by and he would say something to me like, “Just imagine that sucking on the end of your cock!” or “See that girl there, I would love to just fuck her till she begs me to stop.” I guess he got that from being in footy teams and working in the building trade. I played a bit of Rugby League and Cricket on weekends, which are blokey environments, but I was more conservative when it came to women. I generally adored them and didn’t like the way he saw them as a piece of meat.
I remember on that trip we couldn’t go to any pubs because Siân was underage. So Dean and I would buy beers and the three of us would sit down on the beach drinking and chatting. It was really nice in the warm evenings. When his sister was around, Dean was much more respectful. He hardly even swore in front of her. Siân was curious about the biology degree that I had applied for at university as she wanted to go down that path too when she finished high school. She was excelling at science and maths and wanted to be a doctor. I remember thinking how different Dean and Siân were. She was smart and looked very much like her mother, with big brown eyes and scatter of freckles over her face. Unlike her mother, Siân wore her brown hair long. It was wavy and she was always flicking it away from her eyes. The other thing about her I couldn’t help but notice was her breasts were already developed like her mother’s. Just like the rest of her family, she too was into fitness, and when we all went swimming I noticed that she too had a muscular, toned body. At sixteen she was already attractive and I could tell in a few years she would be a very beautiful woman. Up until that trip I had never thought about Siân Kelly as anything more than Dean’s little sister, but now I started having crazy ideas of her moving back up to Queensland when she finished school and even marrying me! I kept telling her that she should look at studying at one of the Queensland unis and she just giggled and said that she would think about it. I know for some time afterwards I lived in hope! When we got back from our little road trip I did a bit of sightseeing while Dean went off to work each day. On a couple of occasions Siân and Denise Kelly joined me. I found their company most agreeable. On the morning I was to drive back to Queensland, both the Kelly women hugged me goodbye. I can’t deny that I very much enjoyed the feeling of these two lovely women squeezing their bodies against mine!
Siân never did move to Queensland and over time I began to lose touch with Dean. He and I no longer had much in common. Maybe if we lived in the same city we might have remained friends. Being a little sentimental, I am a little bit sad that we never really tried to stay in touch, but I never really dwelt on it. When I was in my early twenties Siân came up and visited her grandparents and she and I caught up over dinner one night. She was a third year medical student at that point. She told me her parents were going strong and Dean had settled down and was engaged. She looked beautiful and I would love to have spent more time getting to know her. Unfortunately for me, she also had a boy friend. Siân and I caught up a number of times over the years but it seemed that whenever I was single she wasn’t and vice versa. I am not even sure if she was keen on me. I would like to think she was because she has often been keen to catch up over the years.
I completed my studies and got a job working in one of the research laboratories attached to my uni. When I was 24 I started dating Karen, a PhD student attached to the lab. We fell in love and got married when I was 27. The first few years were blissful. While Karen’s PhD and subsequent career had taken a leading role early on in our marriage, she did want to start a family by the time she was 30. It was her idea we could have a couple of kids and then get back into her career while she was still young. We started trying, with no success. We went down the path of IVF and that ended in a couple of miscarriages. After four years of trying there was a lot of stress on our relationship. I think that she and I should have just relaxed about it but I think Karen was hell bent on starting a family. Our relationship deteriorated and then, two years ago Karen and I separated. Apart from a very brief alcohol assisted fling with a work friend at a conference early last year, I had not really considered seeing anyone else.
Soon after my separation, I caught up with Siân while she was on a holiday in Queensland visiting relatives. She was now married herself and she had a baby. She was sorry that my own marriage had not worked out and she told me that me her parents separated the previous year and were going through a divorce. This was not the bombshell that it could have been because my mum had already told me that Mr and Mrs Kelly had separated. It was still a bit of a shock though because they always seemed so in love with one another. Siân filled me in on some of the details. Apparently her father, who was in his early 60s by then and ready to retire, had met a younger woman who was in her early 40s and had started seeing her. The first that Denise Kelly knew of her husband’s infidelity was when he announced one day that he had met someone else and was moving out! Siân’s mother was devastated. The rest of the family was in shock. Apparently Dean was pissed off with his father and had gone totally off at him. Siân didn’t talk to her father for two months and was still angry. But he was their father and despite the unhappiness he had caused them and their mother, they were still in touch. He had been a good father to them, raising them well. I couldn’t help but think of all the times I had spent with the Kelly family as a child and remembered how affectionate Mr and Mrs Kelly were towards one another. I thought about my own parents who were still together but had never shown even a fraction of the affection that Mr and Mrs Kelly showed towards one another. Then Siân told me that her mum was talking of moving back to Queensland to be close to her own mum, Siân’s elderly grandmother. I thought about that. Denise Kelly would be a similar age to my own mother, in her mid to late 50s perhaps. What a shit thing, I thought, to be in your mid 50s and then be dumped by the person you had been married to since you were in your early 20s. They had been married for something like 36 years. It had been hard enough to separate from the girl I had been with for 10 years! I felt great sympathy for Denise Kelly.
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Approximately a year later my mum told me that Denise was moving back to Brisbane in a few weeks. I told mum that I had known Denise was thinking about moving but didn’t know the details. Mum gave me Denise’s phone number and email address. I emailed and told her I heard she was coming back and did she need any help? She emailed back she would be okay as far as help was concerned but that we should definitely catch up. I was definitely keen to see her again. Not because I had had boyhood fantasies about her but because she was someone I always admired and because she was a family friend.
After Denise had settled back in she contacted me and said she was having a little get together with old friends and would I like to come along. Of course I would love to come along. Mum and Dad were going to be there, as was my sister Shelly. A few of the other parents of childhood friends who I had lost touch with would be there too. Denise had bought a modest town house that was not that far from where I lived and so on the day of the get together it didn’t take me long to drive over. I was the first guest to arrive. Denise Kelly greeted me at the door. For a 57 year old she looked fabulous! I hadn’t seen her in 17 or so years but she still looked amazing and fit. Sure, she had a few wrinkles and lines on her face, and her hair was a slightly different brown from what I remembered, suggesting she now dyed it to keep the grey from showing. And she was not quite as slim as she used to be, but she definitely looked a lot more like a woman in her 40s than someone pushing 60! What the hell had Mr Kelly been thinking when he left her?! Denise greeted me as the old friend that I was, with a big warm smile, a cheery “Hello stranger!” and a warm embrace.
“Wow, Denise, you look fantastic! How have you been?” I couldn’t help but compliment her.
She smiled her broad smile. “You are still a handsome young man yourself! Come in come in. We can put that bottle of wine you brought in the fridge.”
As I walked through her house I recognised some familiar pieces of furniture such as the coffee table, or some paintings and photographs on the walls. Some of these items were very familiar to me from the years I had visited the Kelly’s when I was a boy. There were some family photos, but none of the photos contained any pictures of Craig Kelly. I felt a little overcome with sadness for Denise. But she seemed anything but sad. She came across as the cheerful, happy woman I had always known.
“Would you help me with the BBQ? My brother gave it to me for today and I have never used it before. Harry will be over later on to help but he has to work this morning and so won’t be here till the afternoon. I think that between us we can work this thing out.”
“No worries, I’m sure it’s not rocket science.” I followed her out to the small courtyard at the rear of the house. I screwed in the gas bottle and made sure the burners worked.
“I’ve prepared most of the food so there is not much left to do here until people start to arrive. Would you sit and have a wine with me?” She asked with a smile.
“Sounds like a great idea.” I smiled back.
Denise and I chatted and sipped wine. She had all my attention and I hers. Neither of us mentioned her or my marriage break downs. We chatted about pleasant things like what we had been doing for the last 17 years since we had last caught up, or what we were going to do in the future. Her eyes held mine and she smiled a lot. I too smiled and it was not at all unpleasant to be sharing a wine and chatting with this attractive lady. Even if she was old enough to be my mother! We finished off a wine and I poured another.
“Not too much before the others arrive,” she said with a cheeky smile, “People might talk when they get here!”
I laughed a little and thought that it would be quite nice if something happened between she and I for others to talk about! “Let them talk!” I ginned. She giggled.
Nothing was going to happen though. It was only half an hour between my arrival and my parent’s arrival. Other guests came, including my sister Shelly and her husband Glen. They could only stay for lunch because their children were being baby sat and they had to pick them up mid afternoon. All up there were 20 or so guests and the little town house and its courtyard was quite crowded. I ended up working the BBQ with my dad while Denise entertained her guests. Her brother Harry and his wife came over just in time for lunch. After lunch we spent the afternoon drinking tea or coffee. I sat next to Shelly in the lounge room and she too commented on all the familiar photos, paintings and some furniture that she remembered from our childhood visits to the Kelly’s place. I chatted with some guests who were parents of some of the kids I went to school with and had known me as a child from school or football. Other guests included her niece’s, who were close to my own age (but married), and some old childhood friends of Denise’s.
All in all it was a pleasant afternoon. There were also one or two older blokes who did not appear to have female company and they seemed to hover around Denise, vying for her attention. She laughed and held them captive with her easy charm. Even as a few guests left, the unattached men lingered. I confess, I felt a little jealous and wished it was me who was having more one on one time with this attractive woman. Denise had not spent much time with me since other guests started to arrive. At some point I noticed that dishes were piling up in the sink and a few people were leaving. It wouldn’t be fair for everyone to leave Denise with this mess so I started washing dishes.
“Leave those, I’ll do them later.” Denise had seen what I was up to.
“No, I’ll do them, it’s no drama. There is a bit of a mess and people are going. If I get them done now you won’t have to do them later.”
“Wow you really have grown up! I remember a time when your mother couldn’t even pay you pocket money to do the dishes. Here, I will help you dry.” She took a tea towel and started drying a glass.
“Don’t worry about it Denise, I will do it. You have guests out there still.” I gestured towards the courtyard.
Denise leaned over and whispered in my ear like she was divulging a great secret. “But I am trying to escape from Terry and Phil out there. They get a whiff of a newly single girl and they are like dogs after a bitch on heat!” It was the first time she had even mentioned her recently single status and I was surprised about her ‘bitch on heat’ analogy. I smelled her faint perfume though and I thought that if the circumstance was right I think I would like to have a crack at Denise. There was an unfulfilled boyhood fantasy you know. Denise and I chatted while we did the dishes and for the first time she asked me about what had happened between Karen and me.
“I hope you don’t think I am prying, and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but what happened between you and your wife?”
“It’s okay, I am not that cut up about it anymore and am getting over it. She and I couldn’t have a baby. We tried and tried and it never happened. Things got stressful, we fought, I don’t know, she and I just came apart. We tried to keep things going but I am not sure what happened really. I felt she became obsessed with the whole thing.”
“Do you still talk?” she asked.
“Sometimes. The romance had gone though. We tried to rekindle but it wasn’t happening. I loved her but she and I couldn’t get it to work. We are going to divorce.”
“You tried though. You and she put up a fight for it?” This was more a question.
“Yes we did. The spark just didn’t reignite. Recently she told me she had met someone. It sucks.”
“Yes that does suck. At least you two gave it a shot. At least you didn’t walk out on her.” For the first time Denise sounded a little bitter. I guess she disserved to be.
“Yes we gave it a shot.” I didn’t want to really continue this conversation but for a moment Denise looked a little sad. “So is everything really okay with you? Are you coping?”
She looked at me and smiled at my concern. “I’m okay. It has been a hard 18 months but I am a lot happier now. I am closer to mother and brother up here. Dean and Siân and their families are staying in Melbourne but they will visit from time to time. I needed to come back here. It’s where I belong.”
We chatted some more and soon after, my mum came in and relieved Denise of the drying duties so she could continue to entertain her guests. Denise smiled at me and said, “We can finish our conversation later.”
“What were you two talking about?” asked my mum, hoping for some gossip.
“Nothing serious, just swapping divorce stories.”
“Doesn’t sound like a very fun conversation.” mum observed.
Late in the afternoon, the few remaining guests including my parents and I, farewelled Denise.
She gave me a big hug and I told her if she needs any help or some company just let me know.
“All the fellas have said that to me today! I feel so popular.” She winked at me. “But none of them are as handsome as you. I might just take you up on the offer.”
“Ha ha!” I laughed. “Well you have my number and email so feel free.” I didn’t really expect for her to contact me much but it would be nice to chat with her. And then in the back of my mind there was that old boyhood fantasy too. Sure, she was in her late 50s, but wow she had really looked after herself!
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It was a couple of days later that I received an email from Denise. She thanked me for helping out at her BBQ and how nice it was to catch up with me. Then she mentioned she had been given two tickets to see a movie in a Gold Class cinema and would I like to join her the following Saturday night? My heart raced a little. This sounds like a date! I let my mind wander to all the possibilities for a minute. Then I settled down and decided this is just a nice gesture. But of course my mind went wild with the possibilities! And each possibility had but one outcome…
I replied that I would love to join her.
That Saturday evening I drove to Denise’s place to pick her up. We were going to see ‘Cowboys and Aliens.’ Denise had mentioned to me that she was a big fan of Harrison Ford. I remember that she used to watch Star Wars and Indiana Jones movies with Dean and me when we were children. So she likes a bit of action, I thought with a smile. Denise greeted me at the door with her warm smile. She had dressed up a little, with a pretty red dress and a hint of makeup. She looked stunning and if I didn’t know her real age I would have thought she was in her early 40s.
“Who is this handsome man calling on me?” she flirted.
I smiled back, a little lost for words. “You look lovely Denise,” was all I could muster. That boyhood fantasy stirred in my mind. And perhaps in my trousers too.
“Thank you, one must look nice when going to a fancy ‘gold class’ cinema.” She smiled. Neither of us had been to a gold class cinema and I think we both thought it was going to be fancier than it really was.
The movie was a lot of fun, though we both were a little over dressed for the occasion. We shared a plate of cheese and dip, while Denise had a white wine and I had a beer. After the movie we both agreed we would only do that again if the tickets were free, just like on this occasion.
“It’s still quite early,” I said. “Would you like to go for a bit of a drive?”
“That sounds like a lovely idea.”
I was trying to make this night as romantic as possible without being too obvious. I just wanted to see where things went. I didn’t really expect to end up in the bedroom with Denise but one never knows what will happen. We drove up the hill that overlooks the city and reached the lookout at the summit.
‘I haven’t been up here for about 25 years!” Denise said. “The city looks so much prettier these days though!”
It was such a beautiful night. We were surrounded by young couples who had come up to look at the view. It was such a romantic location. Weddings were often held there. Denise jumped up onto a low retaining wall and started walking along the top, her arms spread out for balance. One of the lookout lights was located on a pole behind her and she was just a silhouette as she walked along the top with her arms out each side. This had a gorgeous effect that made it look like light was radiating from Denise. Her dress hugged her figure well and accentuated her breasts. One could not make out her features because her face was in shadow, and anyone looking at her would think she was in her 20s, not late 50s! I looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back and looked so young and happy.
“Would you help me down please?” she offered her hand. I took Denise’s hand and steadied her as she hopped down.
We stayed briefly to look at the twinkling lights of the sprawling city. It was late winter and a cold breeze blew gently across our faces. Snippets of conversations from other couples floated in the air around us. Nearby a young couple were sharing a passionate kiss. I wanted to kiss Denise too. But I didn’t know if she would like that. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin the night. So I didn’t kiss her. A moment lost?
I saw her wrap her arms around her a little. “Are you cold?” I asked?
“I am a bit chilly,” She said.
I drove Denise home. She was bubbly and smiling the whole time.
“That was the most lovely night I have had in many years!” she said as we arrived at her place. “I haven’t said ‘lovely’ so much in years either! You are so lovely. Thank you.” When Denise smiled at me my heart skipped a beat. I should just take a chance and kiss her, I thought. But I held back. A kiss would sure make the night lovelier for me, but I wasn’t sure if it would for Denise.
“I had a great night too. We must do it again sometime.” I smiled back at her.
“It’s a deal!” She hesitated briefly, as if expecting more, or perhaps weighing up whether she should invite me in, but then she just said, “Have a good night then,” and got out of the car and walked to her door. I waited for her to open the door to make sure she was safe. As she entered her house, she turned, smiled and waved. I waved back and then she closed the door.
I couldn’t get that night out of my mind for over a week. I wondered if I should have kissed her. Did I miss my only chance to fulfil my boyhood fantasy? Had she been expecting me too? And was I more than just wanting to fulfil that fantasy now? Maybe there was more? I wanted to call Denise. Would it be too soon though? Was it a real date? She hasn’t contacted me by phone or email? Does she not want to speak to me? I am the man, it should be me that contacts her! I was like a young man who had just had a first date and wanted to appear casual while really wanting nothing more than to call her as soon as possible! In the end I laughed at myself. I was busy with work and a few other things anyhow, so I didn’t have a lot of time to go around dating beautiful older women! But you make time when you want something…
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I was not free for the next two weekends anyhow. A week night would be better for me but week nights are early nights. Sacrifices have to be made though. I waited over a week before I contacted Denise. I had no real plan. I just thought I would call and see how she was. We ended up talking for two hours. We talked about various things such as current events, politics, some religion, a bit of art, all things I never thought she would be into. She told me she had a degree in business, which I had not known about her, and that she had just got a job working in the human resources section of a local company. Then she divulged her story of how her marriage ended. I didn’t really ask. I think she just wanted to talk. She told me how, in the lead up to Craig’s retirement, he had been spending more and more time out after work. Not that much changed at home though. But there was less and less intimacy. Then just after Craig retired he dropped the bombshell that he had been seeing another woman for the past year and was leaving Denise for her. She told me how her world just came apart. I comforted her and told her that, even though my situation was not quite the same, I understood a little how she felt. Denise then said we should change the subject and talk about happier times. We reminisced a little about family trips, but those always involved Craig in much happier times for her. She talked about exercise and asked if I know a good gym? At some stage I had told her I rode my pushbike to and from work each day and that I went to the gym at least twice a week, so she knew I kept fit. She didn’t jog much these days but still walked a lot. She had begun swimming at a local pool but because it was winter she found it hard to motivate herself. I told her I tried to get out and walk a bit too and asked her if she would like company on her walks sometimes? She said that sounds like a good idea. She got my address off me and we agreed to try to walk the following night.
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Denise lives approximately five kilometres from my place and we agreed to meet half way. We had no plan of where to walk but ended up down by the river, which was closer to my place than hers. She was more appropriately dressed for the occasion this time, in tracksuit and running shoes. It was a little chilly but still quite pleasant. We walked for an hour but we realised it was around 7:30 pm and neither of us had had dinner. We were closer to my place and I suggested to Denise that I could make us both some dinner and then drive her home. She agreed that would be a lovely idea! Honestly, I had not planned it this way!
My place is a two bedroom unit. I used to share it with Karen but she moved out when we separated. Karen and I were yet to really negotiate what would happen to the place with the divorce and all but she had been quite reasonable and suggested that since I had bought it and paid most of the mortgage it was really mine. The building was designed and built in the 1970s but the previous owner had modernised the interior so it wasn’t too bad. Denise made herself at home on the couch while I got to cooking. I handed her a red wine while she waited and I laughed how odd she looked in a tracksuit holding a glass of red. She laughed too. I smiled. I put on some music but kept the volume soft. As I cooked up a very simple pasta dish, Denise got up and had a look around my unit. I watched her as she picked up a few photographs and studied them. One was of Karen and me in much happier times. I had removed all other photos of her but I had left this one particular photo for some sentimental reason.
“Is this your ex-wife?” Denise asked.
“Yeah, thats her. That was taken not long after she and I first got together.”
“She is very pretty. You are handsome too. You both look so happy.” Denise’s voice faltered and trailed off, as if had she suddenly caught herself, perhaps worried she would bring up sad memories for me. She put the photo down.
“She is. She is gorgeous,” was all I could reply.
We ate from the comforts of the lounge chair using trays instead of the dining table. We were sitting in the L part of the lounge so we could see each other while we chat and ate. We both took our socks and shoes off and propped our feet up on the edge of the coffee table so we could sit back and relax. Afterwards, we sat the trays down on the coffee table and continued to chat. I glanced at the clock and realised it was getting late and I should take Denise home. Yet I did not want to break the spell. I was chatting to a beautiful woman in my lounge room. We seemed to have each other’s undivided attention. I was briefly aware of the music playing softly from the stereo. Denise was smiling her broad smile. At some point she shifted her feet on the coffee table and her left foot brushed my right foot. A powerful electric current ran up my leg. She left her foot gently up against mine. I looked for a tell tale sign in her face that she was coming onto me but nothing in the conversation or her facial expression changed. I decided to take a little risk. Without taking my eyes from hers, I pressed my right foot gently into her left foot. I felt the ever so subtle pressure as she pushed back a little. Her smile broadened ever so slightly. My heart beat a little faster. This was exciting!
I shifted my body a little and moved in closer. My foot deliberately caressed hers as I did. She rubbed her foot gently down mine. I smiled. She smiled. The gap between our bodies was not so great now. Denise took her feet off the coffee table and put them on the floor, lent forward and put her wine glass down on the table. She shuffled a little to her left, closing the gap between us. She turned her head towards mine. My heart skipped a beat. Our faces were close. I looked into her large brown eyes. They appeared to twinkle. She slowly moved her face towards mine. I started to slowly move my face towards hers. She closed her eyes. I tilted my head slightly and closed my eyes. Our lips gently came into contact. I opened my mouth a little. Denise and my first kiss was gentle and sweet. My heart beat even faster. I took her left hand and raised it to my chest, putting her palm over my thumping heart.
After what seemed an age we both pulled back a little. We said nothing to each other. There were no more unsaid questions and nothing really needed to be said. We both knew where we stood with each other. We shifted a little on the lounge chair to get more comfortable. Then we kissed again. Our kisses became more passionate. Our tongues met and gently caressed each other. We were both like teenagers, just pashing on the lounge. I held her hand in mine and she squeezed it. With my left hand I started caressing Denise’s right thigh. At one point I pushed my body against Denise’s and she pushed back. My hand went from her thigh to her waist. We kissed passionately for some time.
For another brief moment we broke our kiss. She looked into my eyes and I into hers. I couldn’t help myself and said in a soft but firm voice, “You are such a beautiful woman Denise. I want to make passionate love with you.”
For a second her big brown eyes just bored into mine. And then she smiled, “You are a handsome and very sweet man and I want to make love with you too.”
I smiled back, “Well it’s decided then.” Despite my full erection I stood and offered her my hand and she took it and stood. She was a full head shorter than I and leant my face down to hers and we kissed. I disengaged the kiss and stepped back a little, still holding her hand, and facing her without breaking eye contact, I started to lead Denise Kelly towards my bedroom. Once in my room I turned the lights on to the dimmest setting. Denise and I sat on my bed. We started kissing again. Passionate, but gentle kisses. I caressed her leg and slowly moved my hand up to her waist. Her hands roamed around my bum. I raised my right hand slowly under her tracksuit top and up her body, gently cupping it over her left breast. She was wearing a sports bra but I massaged her breast through that. We spent the next five or so minutes just kissing and exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. At no time did she touch my erection and nor did I move my hands into her pants. We had an unspoken agreement to go slow.
I kissed Denise gently on her neck near her ear and whispered, “Would you like me to give you a bit of a show?”
“That sounds like a nice idea, yes, I would love for a little show.” She whispered back.
I disengaged my hands and lips and slowly stood in front of her as she sat on the bed. She looked at me and giggled a little. I looked into her eyes, smiled and started to undress for her. Soon I was dropping my pants and my erection stood hard, proud, front and centre, just for Denise. I stepped a little closer and she gently reached out and touched my hard penis. At first she caressed it gently with her finger tips, from the head to the base.
Then she looked up into my eyes. “I haven’t done this in quite a long time. I hope you enjoy me.”
I smiled back. “You are such a beautiful woman. I enjoy every moment we spend together.”
She smiled her broad smile at me. Then she leant forward and softly kissed the end of my rock hard cock. Her lips wrapped around the head and her tongue played with the underside of my shaft. The pleasure was out of this world! I stood there and she sucked firmly and gently. She wrapped her hands around my waist and then she grabbed my buttocks. I looked down on her and gently caressed her short brown hair. The sensation was amazing. But I knew that this way would take me a long time for me to come, and I wanted to make passionate love with Denise, not just have her suck me off.
I let my hands find hers around my behind and took them in mine, bringing them to my sides while pulling away from Denise just a little. She sucked right up my shaft and paused briefly on the head, giving it one last lick and kiss before letting me go. I gently sat beside Denise again.
“That was a nice show,” she said. “You have a very nice body too. I hope you are not disappointed in my old body.”
“Oh I won’t be disappointed. You look spectacular! I would like to help you undress.”
“So you don’t want the same show you gave me?” she said with a giggle.
I kissed her shoulder and breathed into her ear, “You blow my mind. I want to see your beautiful body.”
With that I started to remove her tracksuit top. She lifted her arms high and I tossed the top onto the floor. Her breasts were like rockmelons and heaved against her sports bra. I needed her help to remove this too. Once out of her bra her breasts did sag quite a bit, but I expected this from an older woman. I kissed her with passion and caressed her breasts. One of her hands found my hard cock and she gently tugged on it. Her other hand explored my body a little. I kissed the base of her neck, then the tops of her chest. I noted how freckly her chest was and a twenty five year old memory of her in her bikini walking up from the lake came straight to my mind! I gently sucked on her skin, allowing my tongue to caress her. I found Denise’s right nipple with my mouth and kissed it. It was hard and large in my mouth and I let my tongue play around it. My cock seemed to grow a little more too and Denise must have noticed, giving it a bit of a squeeze. She made a little sighing noise as I sucked her nipple a little harder before releasing it.
As I moved down her body she released my penis. She lay back a little more and I kissed her stomach. It was no longer the flat stomach of my fantasies that were based on memories of her in her bikini but this was not disappointing. She was a beautiful woman and I loved her how she was. I kissed down her tummy. I started to remove her track pants and panties at the same time. She lifted her bum a little and then her legs as I pulled her pants off, dropping them to the floor. I stood for a brief moment and admired Denise’s fully naked body on the bed in front of me.
“Wow!” I exclaimed. “You are a beautiful woman Denise. I am definitely not disappointed!”
“Thank you my sweet young man.” She looked up at me. Her foot playfully caressed my leg.
I bent down and took her foot in my hand and gently massaged it. I didn’t do this for very long though as I let my hands ever so gently caress up her leg. I bent down to her as I reached her thighs and kissed the top of her right leg. I slowly moved in to her inner thigh and then up towards her pubic region. For some reason I felt compelled to ask for permission to explore the most private part of her body.
“Would you like me to go down on you?”
“Only if you want to.”
“I would love to.”
I could smell her sex now. I assumed Denise was past menopause and I did not know if she would be all that lubricated. But I noticed moisture on her pubic hairs. I decided to explore a little more. I gently kissed in the centre of her pubic hair, which was trimmed but not shaved. She slightly raised her waist in response. I breathed her in, getting a good whiff of her sexy smell. I let my tongue and lips gently caress the outside of her labia. She made a soft moaning sound. I gently inserted my tongue into her folds, tasting her juices. I felt her shift a little more. I ran my tongue down then up her labia. I moved gently up to her clitoris and gently caressed it with my tongue and lips. I felt Denise tense and she gasped a little. I stopped briefly but she told me to continue. I gave her clit more attention. My hands caressed her from her thighs to her waist and stomach. She writhed on her back to my touch.
“Oh this is like a dream! A wonderful dream.” She said breathlessly. “Oh I hope it isn’t a dream though!”
I kept pleasuring her with my tongue. She was making more gasps and moans. Once again I thought that this could go on all night and I was very hard and very ready to share my body with this beautiful woman. I gave her one more kiss on her clit and then looked up her body, past her magnificent breasts with rock hard nipples. She had been lying with her eyes closed and enjoying my tongue. She lifted her head a bit and smiled. I smiled back and made my way up her body, giving her left nipple some brief attention from my lips and tongue. My legs were between hers and I started to slowly lower my body to hers. My heart thumped as it had been since our kiss on the lounge. I looked into her big brown eyes. I felt the head of my cock touch up against her pubic hair.
“Denise, you are such a beautiful woman.”
“Oh you are such a beautiful man. Please be gentle though. I haven’t done this in many years.”
I kissed her gently and pushed my pelvis down a little. My heart thumped more. I missed her entrance slightly and she reached down and guided me a little lower. I pushed in to her. As I looked into her eyes I felt the sensation of the head of my penis pushing into the entrance to her vagina. I stopped and then slightly rubbed myself up and down a little in the entrance, allowing for a little more lubrication. I pushed again and slid my length deep into Denise’s body. We kissed passionately. I felt our bodies melt into each other as we joined in our passionate embrace. Our lips were locked, her breasts heaved into my chest, our stomachs were mashed up against each other, our pelvises pushed tightly up against each other, where I lay deep within her body. We started to gently make love by rocking our bodies in a slow rhythm while kissing each other. Her arms wrapped around me as I held her in mine, completing our embrace. Our rhythmic love making got faster. Our kissing was more vigorous. Our tongues mashed into each other, trying to wrap themselves around their partners. Our pubic regions ground together and my hard cock slid within Denise’s vagina.
Denise started to make a bit more noise, like a whimper. I stopped kissing her and lifted my head.
“Are you okay? Is it hurting?” I asked.
She looked me in the eyes and said, “Oh yes I am okay. You feel so wonderful. Please don’t stop!”
I arched my body a little for more leverage and started increase the vigour of our lovemaking.
“Oh that feels AMAZING!” Denise gasped. I kissed her neck with great passion. I started at her jaw line and she arched her neck back, allowing me to kiss down her neck to her collar bone. Her arms tightened around me and mine around her. I kissed up the base of her neck to her freckly shoulders. I kissed out along her shoulders and she moaned.
“Oh wow!” She gasped. I felt the pressure building up within me. I knew I could only hold on for a little longer. I gently kissed her ear lobe.
“Oh Denise, you are so beautiful. So incredible,” I breathed. “I am building up and I don’t think I can slow down!”
“I am building too. You feel so good. Oh god you are so unbelievably wonderful. You fill me with pleasure! Go as hard as you like!”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I held her even tighter in my arms as she did with me. I looked into Denise’s face taking note of her eyes and how wide and brown they were as she looked back at me. I took in her nose and her now rosy cheeks that were covered in light freckles. Her mouth was no longer smiling but was open a little, the whites of her teeth just visible behind her lips as she made little noises while breathing hard. We pushed harder and harder into each other. I felt the tingling sensation just before climax. Denise and I held our gaze. Her mouth contorted a little.
“Oh wow.” She didn’t scream it or yell it, she just breathed it, almost a whisper and her mouth contorted more, and then her eyes started to blink rapidly two or three times and her body went rigid as she came! My own orgasm took over all other senses and I was aware of the pressure pulsating out of me and deep into Denise, as we both experienced the most incredible sensation of our bodies becoming one! Our grips on each other tight until finally relaxing as our orgasms began to subside. We panted breathlessly as we looked into each other’s eyes, neither of us talking. Eventually, when I got some of my breath back I kissed Denise lovingly on the lips and she kissed me back, equally as lovingly. We relaxed a bit more, releasing our vice like embrace, which allowed me to raise myself up on my arms a little. I looked into her eyes and smiled. She smiled back and was the first to speak.
“That was mind blowing!” she said.
“That was beautiful!” I said.
We lay in each other’s arms for some time, just catching our breaths. I did not pull out of her until I was soft.
“You know,” she said to me as we cuddled, “Remember when you came down to visit when you were 18? Well I thought back then you were growing into a handsome young man. And when you came to my door the other weekend, I could read on your face that you were attracted to me and something stirred in me a little. I haven’t looked at any other men since Craig left me and didn’t really want to. You changed that for me. ”
“Well I will confess to you that I have always found you attractive. But never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I could or would be with you.”
“I know I have always had the attention of the boys, but you are different.” She kissed me gently. “The other week when we went to the movie, I confess I was thinking of seducing you, but I didn’t go through with it as I felt it might spoil the lovely night we had. And when you dropped me home I thought you were going to kiss me, but then you didn’t.” She kissed me again.
“I wanted to kiss you too but also thought it would ruin the moment. We got there in the end though.” I kissed her.
“You make me feel so young and happy.” Denise kissed me and rolled on top of me. I started to get hard. We made love for the next hour, this time she was on top. She stayed the night and I drove her back to her place the next morning. It was a Wednesday. We decided to go to dinner that night. Neither of us mentioned the word ‘date’ though. Throughout the day we sent each other text messages like the new lovers we were. When I got home from work that evening I looked through the photos I had scanned of family trips with the Kelly’s from back when I was a kid. Denise looked breathtaking! And I think she still looks breathtaking! She and I went to dinner that night and ended up making love at her place. Twice. I stayed the night and we made love again first thing in the morning. I stayed the following night too. I cancelled my plans for the weekend and Denise stayed at my place. It seemed she and I didn’t get out of bed from Friday night through to Sunday morning. We went out for picnic on Sunday but came back to my place and made love again.
That was last year. We are still working out the next step. Denise has told Siân and Dean about us, and they were a little shocked at first but soon thought the idea was not so weird. After all, their father was with a woman 20 years his junior, why shouldn’t their mum see someone 22 years younger? Apparently Craig knows but I don’t know or care what he thinks. It is his loss, my gain. I have told my family. They thought it was weird at first as well but they have been supportive. They think it’s just a phase until I meet someone my own age again. Dad said that I was a lucky bastard. I think he is a little bit jealous!