Recent Post: THE BIG SWALLOW THEBIGSWALLOW had taken me under her wing. Both of us knew that we would always be friends but due to our 27 year age difference that our sexual relationship would end someday. She was the first person in my life that I could truly confide in. That was a comforting feeling.
I got up, grabbed a beer out of the fridge and started the grill on her porch. The coals were just right when Betty pulled into the carport.
After a good hamburger dinner and a few beers, we sat in lounge chairs over looking the lake and rehashed our week's activities. Betty mentioned that Jean would like me to help her next weekend and I agreed. After watching the sun slowly disappear into the lake, we retired to her bedroom.
Since I had taken a shower earlier, I undressed and got in bed, naked, pulling a light sheet over me. Betty took a long shower, giving me time to think about how I was going to tell her about the massage. We had established such a close and open relationship that I knew I had to tell her.
Finally, she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel covering from her neck to mid thigh.
"That felt good," she said as she lay down on her back on top of the sheet, "I have to dry off."
I rolled on my side and started caressing her damp thighs. She looked, smelled, and felt so good.
"You've just shaved, I remarked, feeling her smooth skin.
"Just for you," she replied.
Trying not to stutter, I blurted out, "You remember when we talked about me eventually having sexual encounters with other women? Well, I had...." before being interrupted.
"No! You didn't, already? Don't tell me. Let me guess. It's Wendy, the secretary at your construction site," she said excitedly, "I could tell from the way she was looking at you."
