As I woke up and opened my eyes, the sunlight was shining into them, and when I looked up at the ceiling, I wasn't sure where I was. It took me a moment to realize that I was in the guest bedroom. Then, the movie started up, the wedding, Kerri running in the waves on the beach with Brian, their dance, the three of us at the chairs overlooking the ocean, and then all that happened back at the house. As I sat up on the edge of the bed and listened for any activity, I only heard the sound of an empty house. I got up and went to our bedroom; the bed was made, and everything was neat and clean, it looked as if no one had slept there.

I headed to the bathroom and splashed water on my face, and as I looked in the mirror, it was not a nice sight. I wanted to fill up the tub with hot water and get in. But first, I wanted to find Kerri. Then I remembered taking pictures and movies of what had happened. I looked where I had left the camera, but it wasn't there, and it wasn't where it was usually stored.

I went to look in the sewing room, and I noticed that Kerri's nude photograph wasn't on the wall. Looking downstairs, she wasn't in the living room, dining room, or kitchen. I was hoping she was in the den, maybe looking at the movies I took, but she wasn't there either.

I was getting anxious. Did she leave with Brian? As I headed to look for her in the basement, I saw her on the deck, lying in the sun on a chaise lounge. She was wearing a white pleated dress with a beautiful smile. The sunlight shining through the trees created a beautiful pattern of shadows on her dress. When I opened the door, she turned towards me.

"Good morning, beautiful," I said.

"How are you?" she asked, shading her eyes from the sun with her hand.

"I'm feeling pretty good, though when I looked at the bathtub, all I wanted to do was fill it with hot water and get in."

"It was nice when I had one earlier, " she said, moving her hand away from her eyes.

"Did you take one with Brian?"

She turned and gave me a look, it wasn't harsh but quizzical, I wished I hadn't asked it as I saw the smile leave her face.

"No, I took it alone. Brian had already gone. He had an early flight and had to go to the hotel before heading to the airport. I was hoping it would calm me down." She turned her face back to the sun and smoothed out her dress.

"Did you sleep at all?" I asked.

"Yes, after the bath."

She stretched her arms over her head. " Brian left around four, I took the bath after he left, then I went back to bed and fell asleep for a while. When I got up, I cleaned the bedroom, changed the bed, started doing some yoga, and then remembered I had made a lunch date with Celia. I got ready to meet her, then came here to lie in the sun before leaving a little while ago."

"You look so beautiful, and with the sunlight shining on you, it's like you're in a Maxfield Parrish painting. Have I seen that dress before? And are you wearing makeup?"

"Yes, but I haven't worn it in twenty, maybe thirty years." She brought her arms down to her sides and smoothed the fabric over her abdomen. " I am wearing makeup. I wanted to look nice to meet with Celia."

"You look more than nice. Do you have any other plans?"

"No, we just made a date for lunch, I may do a little shopping, if I have the energy."

I was surprised she had the energy to do a lunch date. I was hoping I had the energy to get back to the bath.

"Celia sure looked nice yesterday, and has matured nicely since you helped her with her schoolwork. She is a very sexy woman now."

"Yes, I agree."

"I saw her dancing at the same time you were. Do you think she thought anything was happening between you and Brian?"

"No, I don't, I know that you knew something was, but even you could not have guessed what it was, or where it would go. No one could have, not even me," she said.

"Are you happy about where it went and what happened?" I ventured.

"Yes, and are you?" she quickly asked.

"I am. Can you tell me how you feel about it?"

"I feel good. I am wondering if I should have done everything I did; some of them are affecting me in strange ways, and I am still trying to understand them all."

"Well, I'm trying to process many feelings too. I wasn't even sure that what I remembered had happened. I looked for the camera, but I couldn't find it." I said as I sat down on a chair.

"I have put the camera away, please don't look for it."

"Are you going to erase it?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"No, I want to watch it by myself."

"What are your feelings about Brian? Do you think you were able to let down your wall because he's so young and good-looking? Do you think he has an older woman thing?"

"I'm not sure I have answers to those questions. Yes, I am pleased to have met him; he is a fascinating man, but perhaps I shouldn't have done everything I did with him, but it happened, and I am glad it did. I didn't let down my wall; it wasn't there, and I'm not sure why. He is good-looking but not that young. He is forty-six and will be forty-seven in December, only fifteen years younger than I. My feelings for him are mixed up, I am trying to make sense of them. I can't be sure why he did what he did, but I don't think it was 'an older woman thing,'" she said with a nasty accent on 'an older woman thing', then she sat up and turned to me.

"I thought he might be in his early thirties, maybe, thirty-seven at most," I said. "When did you find out about his age?"

As she sat up, she brought her legs towards me to sit on the edge of the lounge. They were wide enough apart that I saw she had on a pair of white lace panties with a floral pattern of little flowers. She usually wears plain cotton panties that are white or pastel-colored, most stained, with a little rip or two. I realized she wouldn't want to wear any of those if they could be so easily seen.

Then, she said, "I asked him why he would want to walk on the beach with an older woman. That's when he told me he was almost forty-seven and that I couldn't be more than three or four years older, if that. I laughed when he said that, but I think it helped me to go to the beach with him because he was older than I had thought."

"Did he ask you how old you were?"

"No, he didn't, and now that you ask, he never has," she continued.

"I don't think it was his youthful looks that attracted him to me, I think it was his personality more than anything. I felt so comfortable with him, and we talked about so many things in such a short time. I'm not sure what will happen in the future, but I doubt anything will come of it," she said.

She stood up, patted her dress, and smoothed it out again. Her hands had been touching and caressing it as we had been talking. It fit her like a glove and accented her curves and muscles beautifully.

"I could see you were very comfortable being with him, and how happy you were," I said as I got up from the chair and followed her into the house. The wind blew her dress a little and I caught a glimpse of a beautiful ass cheek. Her panties must be a thong. I didn't know she owned any thongs.

"Yes, I was happy then, and I am happy now. I have feelings of uncertainty caused by how fast and far it went, and not being sure how it will turn out, but I'm sure a path will open up."

"When you watch the video, will you let me watch it with you?"

"Yes, but I want to watch it alone first, then maybe we can watch it together. If I can't watch it with you, you can watch it alone, I want it right back after you do. I do not want any images uploaded onto a computer."

"I understand, that sure was some incredible sex and he had the largest cock I've ever seen. I wasn't sure you would be able to take him. Then when we were both inside of you, I could feel how big he was, his powerfull thrusts against me made me cum so fast. How did it feel for you? Did his size or all that physical activity hurt or make you sore?"

"I don't want to discuss it right now. Yes, I'm a little sore in places and tender in others, but I feel good, like I worked out. The sore places hurt a little more than the tender ones, but they remind me of what happened, and those thoughts have invigorated me. I don't want to talk or answer any more questions right now, I'm sorry, but I have to go."

"I want to ask you a few more; you can refuse to answer, but I want to ask."

I followed her to the foyer. "Have you been in touch with Brian since he left?"

"Yes."

"Have you called or texted him?" I queried.

"We have both texted each other; he texted first, if that's what you are asking."

"Do you plan to keep in touch with him?"

"I'm not sure."

"Have you given him the photograph of you from the sewing room?"

"Yes, I did. As we took it off the wall, I thought you would be happy I was giving it to him, like being happy if I had sex with another man," she said with a sly smile.

"You are happy, aren't you?" she asked, then opened the closet door, "I think I'll take a light covering. It may get chilly after lunch."

"Oh, yes, I am happy, but there are many emotions I'm trying to process."

She took a jacket and hung it over her arm. She then hugged me with the other arm and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. She picked up her purse and said, "I'll text if I go shopping."

She opened the door and walked outside, letting it shut itself. Before it closed, I waited and watched as she walked to her car. The sunlight was shining beautifully on her dress with the shadows of the pleats accenting her ass so nicely. Brian was right, she has a beautiful, sexy ass.

As the door shut, I turned and headed to take that bath, I had the thought, I bet she gets hit on looking like that.....

Kerri -

Oh, I am so glad Celia asked me to lunch, all I could think of was how bad Chris looked when he came out on the deck. He usually has a beautiful smile that seems to reach his eyes, and his eyes almost smile. This morning, he looked vacant and searching, as if lost and alone. I hope he feels better after he takes a bath and rests.

I was surprised when Celia asked me to meet her. We had become close when I tutored her, but it had been so long ago. The difference in our ages also made me wonder why she would want to have lunch with an 'old lady' like me. I didn't feel like an 'old lady' right now. I almost felt like a young woman having a lunch date with an old friend.

I needed to get out of the house for a while. Earlier, when I looked at the couch, all I saw was Brian and me groping each other and starting our sexplorations. When I entered the bedroom, even after changing the sheets and cleaning up the room, I remembered the multiple orgasms I enjoyed with him. I hope those memories will not be so strong when I return. The problem is I enjoy remembering every touch and the excitement they caused, and I want to keep reliving them. I also do not want to answer any more of Chris' questions.

The restaurant was about a twenty-minute drive away. It was another warm, beautiful fall day with a crisp, cool feel, I had the car windows open and the radio on loud. When there was a lull in the music. I heard my phone. I picked it up thinking it was Celia or Chris, but I was wrong.

"How are you doing?" Brian's voice soothingly asked.

"I'm doing fine. I thought you would still be in the air. I'm driving to have lunch near the beach where we ran and danced in the waves yesterday.

"I'm on a layover in Minneapolis," he explained.

"You have surprised me with this call."

"I do hope it is a pleasant one. I wanted to call as soon as we landed, but I was concerned it may be uncomfortable for you if you were with Chris."

"Yes, a very pleasant one," I said in a much more sultry voice than I have ever heard come out of my mouth.

"I'm so glad I lost the fight with my reluctance to call," he laughed.

"If you had called ten minutes earlier, it would have been difficult, I was talking with him for the first time this morning since he left us alone in the bedroom."

"How did that go?"

"Not too bad, although he didn't look like he felt that good."

"We had a short exchange. He asked many questions about what we did and all that happened. I didn't want to discuss it with him. I told him I needed time to think about everything before we did that. He asked a few more. One was, had I given you the photograph from the sewing room?"

"Was he upset?"

"He said he wasn't, and he offered to make me another print."

"Is he all right with what happened?" he asked gently.

"Yes, I think so. He started to talk about it in detail, he mentioned your size and how feeling you against him made him cum. When he spoke of that, it seemed he wanted to get excited by talking about it." I shuddered when I said that.

"I'm glad you told him you needed time. I understand your uneasiness; his choice to watch us made me feel like a specimen ready to be dissected, though my desire for you and your responses made that feeling disappear quickly. For a while, I forgot he was even there. I was so relieved when he left."

"I felt as though I was able to be true to my desires for you then," I admitted.

"I still have your underwear in my pocket and I take it out to smell them now and then," he said, with what I thought was a heavy intake of breath.

"Are you smelling them now? Where are you?" I asked, thinking he was in a giant concourse filled with people.

"In a bathroom, in a toilet stall."

"Are you masturbating?" I asked.

"No, not yet anyway. I had to pee, so I decided to smell them if you answered, so I came into a stall. I am becoming aroused by your smell and hearing your voice."

"I think it's best if you don't. I am arriving at the restaurant and won't be able to talk anymore.

"I need to catch my plane soon, so I'll take your advice."

"I'll be busy with lunch for the next hour or so, so text me when you land. I may be shopping then, I'll call you back if I'm free."

"I would love to talk again, I hope to persuade you to come to California. I felt you wanted to say yes to my invitation this morning."

"Now don't get your hopes up. I am pulling into the parking lot, and Celia's near the door, I've got to say goodbye now."

"Goodbye, I love you," he said.

"You're crazy, you're under my spell. It isn't a love spell, it's a lust spell."

I hung up after I said that. I didn't even know what I was saying. A spell? What spell? Lust? Why did I say that?

Celia was waving, I waved back as I pulled into a spot. I checked the mirror and thought I looked nice and refreshed. I was looking forward to being with her. She walked and met me, and as I got out of the car, she hugged me.

"Kerri, you are so beautiful, you look younger and more vibrant than when we worked together years ago," Celia said as she held my hands in hers and stepped back to look me up and down.

"With my grey hair and as you say, 'years ago', I know you're just being nice. But look at you, you could be a model or movie star." She had on a black velvet skirt and a plain white blouse opened enough to accent her cleavage. I appraised her beautiful body, then looked into her eyes and felt a warm sensation spread throughout me.

"That dress is so cool, it fits you so well, and makes you look hot!" Celia said. She let go of my hands, put her arm around my waist, and we walked towards the restaurant.

She rested her hand on my hip as we walked and as she went to hold the door open, her hand brushed against my ass. It was quick, but felt intentional. It was so gentle and caring that it excited me a little. I couldn't believe it, a woman's touch had never created an inkling of a sexual excitement in me; to the contrary, I had always been disgusted when women made passes at me. Could it be that what happened last night opened new doors for me? Then I thought, 'She may not have even meant to do it, she may have just been reaching for the door. ' Way too much is going on, you're confused, settle down and enjoy the lunch.

Celia knew one of the waiters. He smiled at us as we walked in and said, "Hi Celia, great to see you, go ahead and find yourselves a table," he said.

We found a nice one for four by the window and sat across from each other. The view was beautiful, and we just sat there without talking, both taking it in.

"What a view and such a beautiful, warm autumn day. Kerri, I am so glad we are together. I have thought of you often and wanted to reach out many times."

"It was great to see you at the wedding yesterday, It must be ten, maybe eleven years since I helped you with your studies?" I said, trying to figure it out. "I was so glad you suggested we get together. Thanks for asking me."

"Thirteen years this last spring, but who's counting?" Celia said, and we both laughed.

"I hope the work we did together was helpful. I remember mostly helping you organize your thoughts and express them clearly. I heard you did well in college and then landed a great job on Wall Street."

"It wasn't that great of a job, but it was a first step," She gave me a snarky smile and shrugged her shoulders.

"You did very well financially, I heard."

"I did, and it taught me a lot about the power of money."

She went on about her life while working on the stock market. Some of the names of the firms she spoke of were familiar, but I knew nothing about that world. The gist was that she used her abilities and skills to rise in the companies she worked for and made quite a nice six-figure income. After five years, she had burnt out and was tired of the endless chasing of money. She had saved and invested it well.

Then she wanted to stop working in an office, looking at a computer screen all day. She wanted to enjoy life while she was still young. She started to travel to many exotic places. While doing that, she realized that many of the hotels she stayed in had crappy reproductions of artwork hanging on their walls. When she walked around the towns and cities, she saw local art for sale that was quite good. After arranging meetings with some of the smaller hotel chains, she created arrangements with many to replace the crappy reproductions with local art of the highest quality.

Now she was traveling all over the world and making more money than she did on Wall Street. She was meeting many local artists and had opened art galleries in some vacation hot spots, which were doing well. She had free accommodations wherever she went, made her own hours, and had total freedom of what to purchase.

As she told me this, a good-looking young waiter with blonde curly hair and a beautiful smile came to our table and said hello to Celia.

"Kerri, this is Mark, the younger brother of a friend from high school. You may remember his brother Bertram, Bertram Mollison."

"Of course, I remember him. I knew his parents, and I remember Mark, though you were quite young the last time I saw you, and I'm sure you don't remember me."

"Oh, I remember you, Mrs. Manning," Mark replied with a wide smile. He took out his pen and pad and asked if we would like to start with a drink.

"I would like a nice dry white wine," Celeia said as she nodded at me.

"I'll have the same Mark, thank you."

He told us about the special, flounder in a nice dill sauce, as he handed us the menus and then walked away.

I thought you might remember the Mollisons. Did you know them well?" Celia asked.

Oh, well enough. They were a bit different, and sometimes Bertie, Mark's father, got a bit too touchy and made passes at me, which made me uncomfortable."

"I know what you mean, my friends and I called him 'flirty Bertie' or 'Mr. Maulison'. He was very touchy and often leered at us. Back then, it didn't seem wrong like it does now. We all laughed, and sometimes I would tease him by letting him see me in a suggestive pose, so that he might get a look down my shirt or up my skirt. I caught him looking many times, and we both knew it."

"Oh, Celia, how could you, and at such a young age? You were being leered at by Bertie Mollison when you were thirteen, and you knew it, I can't believe it. When I helped you with your studies, you were seventeen, which means you were aware of his behavior for four years by that time," I gasped. "You teased him? My god, I had no idea you even knew about sex back then."

Celeia laughed, and I was surprised by my reaction. I felt my face flush, I hoped it hadn't turned red.

"I had been aware of sex long before we worked together. It started at around eleven or twelve, the boys at school wanted to play spin the bottle around then. Of course, sex was all over the TV, and it was in magazines and ads. I saw my first Playboy at your house."

"My mom and I visited you when she was making costumes for a school play, and you wove some cloth for them. As you two were working together, I went to the den to watch TV and saw a pile of magazines. I looked at one or two, Newsweek, Life, ones like that. Then I saw a Playboy magazine. I had never seen anything like that before, and when I saw the naked women in the pictures, my heart began to race, and I started to breathe heavily. I think it was the first time I saw a naked woman other than my friends and mom. Seeing those sexual images created strong feelings in me that I didn't understand until years later."

"Oh god, those were Chris's. I always tried to keep them hidden, but he always brought them back out. I'm so sorry."

"Oh no, don't feel bad, I was glad I saw them at your house. You two were such an attractive couple. I always thought you were so beautiful and that Chris was very handsome. I also thought you guys were very cool, being into art and music. Finding that magazine there was an affirmation to me that sex was a good thing to enjoy and not something bad to fear, like my mom was telling me."

I wasn't sure what to say; I was thinking all kinds of thoughts, and felt overloaded. Then Mark placed our wines down and asked if we were ready to order. Celia said no and asked him to give us more time. I took a few sips, trying to compose myself.

As he walked away, I realized I had finished almost half of it. I put it down and took a few sips of water. I thought to myself, be calm, honest, and truthful with Celia.

"Did you realize I had a huge crush on your husband? It was a part of why I came to your house to work together. I always tried to stay until after he came home from work. I was so intrigued by him working with photography, film, and television," she said.

"I'm amazed, especially that I wasn't aware of it," I said.

"By that time, I had become pretty good at hiding it; what had happened with Bertie had given me some insight into how to be discreet."

Did you tease him and let him catch views of you like you did Bertie?" I asked quickly.

"No, he always disappeared. I don't think he was interested in me like that." Celia demurred. "You seem upset. I am sorry, maybe I shouldn't have told you."

I had taken a few more sips from my wine, and as I placed it onto the table, I noticed it was almost empty. Celia and I looked into each other's eyes. A calm came over me and I felt my muscles relax. I remembered what I had said to myself, 'Be honest'.

"I was shocked when you just told me about Bertie. But having a crush on Chris, I just had no idea. I knew Bertie too well, and I was not surprised at what he did, but that you teased him, I didn't expect that either; it was quite a shock."

I heard my voice crack as I spoke, though I felt soothed and relaxed. I'm not sure why it cracked.

"That's why I said I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you in any way. Back then, I was young and I didn't realize the power sex had over men." Celia said in a hushed voice. "Nothing ever happened with Chris like it did with Bertie."

Mark then placed a glass of wine in front of me and picked up my empty one.

As he did. He said, "Take your time, Mrs. Manning, I don't mean to rush you, I'll be watching and will know when you're ready."

I hadn't seen him approaching but wondered why Celia had lowered her voice to a hush. I was going to make a fuss that I hadn't asked for another glass, but I let it go; it wasn't important. I did wonder if he could hear what we were talking about. He must be close enough to know to bring the wine, but I let that thought go too; I wanted to focus on Celia right now.

"Please don't apologize, I remember when I was just learning about sex and the way men reacted to my body." I told her, "There were some situations like you had with Bertie that I had with some of my parents' male friends when they looked at me sexually, I was never comfortable with it, and I realize now, it never ends. Please forgive my reactions, I haven't talked openly about sex with anyone in a long time."

I realized that wasn't completely honest, though; it was before yesterday. Could I talk with her about what happened yesterday, last night, and this morning? I wasn't sure if I could be honest about Brian.

"Oh Kerri, don't apologize, I understand completely, I wasn't comfortable with it myself, and sometimes still amn't. Let's look at the menu and order our food, Mark can't keep his eyes off you, as you say, 'it never stops,'" she laughed, then picked up the menus and handed me one.

We both studied the menus in silence, then she asked. "Do you want to share a salad or hummus and veggies for a first bite? Then we can see if we want anything else."

"That's a great idea," I said. I had been looking at the menu, but my mind was far away and in many places. I couldn't focus on what I wanted to eat, and wasn't sure what to order. I felt so relieved when she made that suggestion.

After we put our menus down, Mark came to our table.

"I see you are ready to order. What would you like, Mrs. Manning?"

Celia answered him quickly and ordered the hummus, veggies, and pita bread to share. I was so glad, I did want to collect my thoughts and focus. Mark looked right at me with a big smile as he wrote down what she said. I tried not to look at him, but when we did make eye contact, I felt his desire. When I have had other men do this, I would get grossed out and act rude, which I did to Bertie many times. I didn't have that feeling right now, and I wondered why. I felt good to be desired, which was a surprise, and I thought, 'he has a nice, sexy body' as I watched him walk away. Then he looked over his shoulder, and our eyes met again.

I looked back to Celia and said, "Thank you for ordering. I am a little slow in getting my thoughts together."

"It's all right, it was a long day at the wedding yesterday, I expected you to text or call to cancel," she said.

"I had forgotten that we had made the date when I woke up. But I had so much energy that I started to do some yoga, and that's when I remembered. I was so looking forward to getting together that I made an extra effort to look nice, and it felt good to dress up again. When you said I was hot, I knew my effort was worth it."

"Thank you for wanting to impress me, but you don't need extra effort to look hot. I have always appreciated your beauty, you look great in a T-shirt and jeans, an elegant dress like yesterday, or the casual classy look you have today. That is the reason I wanted to get together. I want to talk about you working with me to help expand my business. With your looks and the mature way you dress and behave, I know you will be able to help me enter the next level of hotels and resorts."

"How could I help you? You said you are doing just fine, and from what you've told me, you are making more than you did on Wall Street."

"Many of the people I have met with from these larger corporations don't take me seriously because I'm so young," Celia said, then went on, "I know that wouldn't be a problem with you."

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment; someone else might take offense, I think you may have just called me 'old'."

"I do really mean mature. Maturity is what you exude, your beauty transcends age. You always have acted and looked in control of any situation, and I also know your knowledge of art is quite extensive," Celia said, then she continued. "It would also be fun to travel with you, and to learn from you."

"Oh, Celia, I don't know. I am not sure I want to keep working, and I never enjoyed traveling all that much, and I don't know how to handle myself in sales meetings. I'm not sure that I am the best choice for you."

She extolled the great times we could share and the places we could visit together. She told me how much it would mean to her and kept asking me to consider it. She said if I didn't want to work with her, she wouldn't want to do it with anyone else.

As I listened to her, my mind became foggy, and I felt tired. It was hard to concentrate on what she was saying, and then I felt wetness between my legs. I wondered where it was coming from. I didn't feel the need to pee, I asked Celia to excuse me, but I had to go to the bathroom.

"Are you feeling okay? Do you want me to come with you?" she asked.

"I'm fine, no need to accompany me, I'll be right back."

As I got up and turned, I nearly bumped into Mark, who was bringing the food.

"Do you know where the bathrooms are, Mrs. Manning? He asked.

" Yes, I saw the signs as we walked in. I can find them, thank you," I said.

As I walked away, I realized I was losing my focus, and it was starting to feel like something might run down my thigh. That thought jolted me, and I willed myself to clear my thoughts. When I did that, I saw the entrance and the signs for the bathroom, then I walked to them quickly.

Once inside, I knew I needed to get myself together. Pulling down my panties, I saw the wetness was coming from my vagina, I wiped some onto my finger, it was thick, white, and creamy. I thought I had cleaned myself with the shower head when I took a bath earlier, but it must be some of Brians cum that was still deep inside of me. I sat and wiped myself clean. I was surprised at how wet I was when I slid my finger in a little further to check deeper, 'Was I getting aroused by Mark's attention?'. I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths to help center myself. Then I washed up and headed back to the table. I felt refreshed and hungry for food.

"Are you all right? We can cut the lunch short if you need to." Celia asked as I sat down.

"Yes, I'm doing fine. You haven't eaten much. Are you hungry?" I replied.

"I am a bit, but I wouldn't want to order anything more."

I dug into the vegetables and hummus while Celia nibbled on the pita bread. I was hungry, and after I started eating, I felt more present and was thinking more clearly with each bite. We ate in silence and mostly looked at the view. I realized I had finished my second glass of wine when Mark brought me another. I felt good and didn't care that he did it without asking. I ate almost everything on the platter, and when I went to eat the last piece of pita, I looked at Celia and said, "I didn't realize I was so hungry. Would you like the last piece?"

"No Thanks. It was fun to watch you eat, no, I don't want any more food."

"I thought a light dessert and a coffee would be nice. What do you think?"

"Go for it, I'll have a bite of yours, but I'll have tea instead of coffee." Celia handed me the dessert menu, and Mark was at my side quickly.

"Would you like some dessert, Mrs. Manning?" Mark asked with his pen and pad ready.

"Yes, Mark, I'd like to order the Tirumasu with a cappuccino. But I really would like you to stop calling me Mrs. Manning, please call me Kerri."

"Thank you, Mrs. Mann.., I er.. Kerri, would you like anything, Celia?" Mark asked her, but he kept smiling at me. I could feel his desire and knew what he was thinking.

"A cup of Chamomile tea would be great," she said.

As Mark cleared the table, he lightly brushed against me, and I knew he meant to do it.

After he left, Celia said, " I think someone has a crush on you."

"Yes, he seems smitten. I usually ignore men when they act this way, though today, I am enjoying his attention."

"Are you thinking of doing anything about it? She asked, raising an eyebrow. "It would make him very happy".

"No, no, I wouldn't dare do that."

"Why not? What is it that would make you say you wouldn't dare? You always told me to 'go for it if you want it', and you said you were enjoying his attention."

"I have usually been disgusted by behavior like Mark's, this is the first time I am enjoying it." When I said that, I realized quickly that I wasn't honest."

"You were enjoying someone's attention yesterday," Celia said as she looked into my eyes.

I was at a loss for what to say. I hoped that this wouldn't come up, but it has, and I have to act now.

Looking back into her eyes, I said, "You're right, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you. But up to yesterday, I had never done anything like that. Please believe me, I have never acted like that or had thoughts like the ones about Mark. I have always been turned off by sex and the way men approach it. To be able to say that to you is great, I haven't ever had anyone to talk openly about my sexual thoughts and feelings."

"I believe you, I was surprised yesterday too. When we first met, you were the person I remembered and knew. The way you held yourself. You and Chris were the same couple I had always known. Later on, I saw you meet Brian, I had started to walk toward you so we could talk. You were at the edge of the parking area when he approached you with a flower in his hand. You both became so animated and were smiling so much, I could tell you were enjoying yourself. It was like a light had been turned on inside you; you were glowing. I kept an eye on you two. I wasn't surprised when you went to the beach with him, but I was when he carried you back up to the top of the cliff. Later, I saw you on the dance floor together and when you finished dancing a slow dance together, I knew you wanted to have sex with him. That was not the person I knew."

"Do you know Brian?" I quickly asked her.

"I met him at the wedding."

"What did you think of him?" I couldn't believe I just blurted that out, it sounded like a young girl talking about a new boyfriend.

"He is handsome and very sure of himself. His hands look strong but sensitive, his whole body conveys that feeling. We met when I was in a group, and he kept us all laughing. He does have a great personality. He didn't stay with us long, and I lost track of him until I saw you two meet. The real question is: What do you think of him?"

"I am not sure what I'm thinking, but I am so glad to have you to talk with you right now. I needed to talk with someone about how he has affected me. He was charming and had me laughing very quickly, but he was always serious and knowledgeable. I felt so comfortable being with him, I trusted him at once. What surprised me and made me even more comfortable being with him was his age; he's almost fifty. When we first met, I thought he was close to your age."

"I thought he was a few years older than me, but not near fifty," she said.

"I know, he does look young, I'd say boyish, kinda like Mark, if you know what I mean, he's going to be forty-seven in December. "

"Oh, I do, he has an energy that seems strong and controlled. When he caught you on the cliff, he made it look effortless, I knew how strong he must be to have made it look so easy."

"You saw that happen? I couldn't believe it myself, he caught me with such strength and carried me so surely that I went limp, I wanted to stay in his arms instead of going back to the wedding."

"When you danced with him, you two were a great-looking couple. At first, I wasn't sure you were dancing together. But after a while, I noticed you both had disappeared, and I didn't see you again until I saw you two slow dancing. I saw Chris later, and noticed your car was still there."

"Oh, hi Mark, thank you, please place the Tiramisu in the middle of the table, and can you bring a check?" Celia said firmly as Mark reached around to place it in front of me. He then placed our coffee and tea and asked if we needed anything else. Celia said no.

He kept showing up just when I wanted to talk about sensitive subjects with Celia, but I was so hungry Istarted in on the tiramisu. Celia said that she felt we should leave the restaurant to talk more, her condo was a five-minute drive away, and we could relax there and talk without interruptions. Mark reached around and placed the check on the table.

"Thank you, Mark," she said with a firm voice, and Mark walked away quickly. She picked up the check, looked it over, opened her purse, took a hundred-dollar bill out, and left it on the table.

Please let me give you something to pay for what I ate and drank. I ate most of the food and had three glasses of wine.

"No, this is a business expense write-off, and I hope the investment will have a much greater return. Are you okay to drive? You've had three glasses, and there were a few moments when you weren't thinking clearly."

"I can make a five-minute drive no problem, but I am sure glad I don't have to drive all the way home. I do want to keep talking. Thanks for inviting me over."

"I'm going to go to the bathroom, do you want to accompany me?"

"No thanks," I said as she got up and walked away. I was sipping my coffee and licking the last piece of tiramisu off my spoon when Mark appeared at my side.

"Do you need anything more, Mrs. Mmm I uh..uh Kerri?"

"No, Mark. Thank you for your service, it is good to see you again, please say hi to your parents from me," I said with finality. I am sure he understood.

"Do you want any hange?" he asked as he looked at the bill and check.

"No, you can keep the rest," even though I wasn't sure that was what Celia had wanted to do. I knew she wanted to leave, and I knew she was tired of Mark's interruptions. I felt I was doing the right thing, and I was glad I had decided by myself. If that wasn't what she wanted, I would make up the difference. He looked sullen as he walked away. Celia came back and was ready to go. I got up to walk to the door. I was a few steps behind her when I stumbled and started to fall. I had to hold onto her shoulders as my chest pushed up against her to stop myself. We both started laughing, and I think the whole restaurant was watching us. We were acting like teenage girls.

"I'd better walk with you the way we walked in," she said as she gently put her arm around my waist and pulled me to her a little firmer than on the way in. I was thankful she was there to steady me, and I realized I was not in as good shape as I thought. Mark was at the door and opened it for us.

"Thank you, Kerri, and it was great to see you again, Celia. It was great to see you both," he said with a big smile.

"You are going to let me drive us to my apartment, I'll drive you back here to get your car when you want to leave," Celia said as she directed my body to her car. I gave no resistance and leaned into her and I slid my arm around her waist.

It was a short drive. I was very impressed when she pulled into the parking garage of a beautiful condo on the beach.

"Here we are," she said, grabbing her purse and opening the car door. then she got out and walked around to open my door. She offered her hand, and I held on to it as I lifted myself out of the seat.

"What a beautiful place," I said.

"I've been here four years now, I love it. I think you will too."

We walked to an elevator and took it to the fourth floor. When the doors opened, Celia grabbed my hand and led me to her door. When we walked out of the foyer, the view of the beach was fantastic. I just stood there and took it all in.

"Would you like something to drink? A cup of tea or a glass of water, maybe?" she asked from the kitchen.

"A cup of tea would be great."

"I'm having chamomile, is that good for you?"

"Yes." I sat on the couch and enjoyed the view. Her couch was plush and soft, and I sank into the cushions. I felt so relieved and stress-free that I closed my eyes and must have dozed off. When I opened them, Celia was on the other edge of the couch with her feet up on the cushions. I wasn't aware she had brought our tea or had sat down. I had slipped down and turned to my side to rest my head on the arm. My dress had hiked up, and my panties were in full view. I stood up and straightened myself out, then sat back down, stretched, and let out a huge yawn.

"Welcome back, you have been sleeping for a while," she said as she unbent her knees, sat up, and slid over to sit next to me. "Your tea is cool, would you like me to warm it up for you?"

"Oh no, don't bother, I usually drink it cold at home. How long have I been out?"

"Forty-five minutes, an hour maybe,"

"What time is it?" I said, thinking about Brian or Chris wondering where I was.

"Just about five. Did you have to do something this afternoon? I thought you had said something about shopping."

"No, I have nothing to do, but I was going to text Brian when our lunch was done."

"Are we done then?" she asked.

"No, I was hoping to keep talking with you. I'll just let him know I'll get back to him later. I need to use the bathroom. Where is it?"

"At the end of the hall, the bathroom is straight ahead, and the bedroom is on the right."

I took my phone from my purse and headed to the hallway. When I got in the bathroom and looked in the mirror, I thought I still looked pretty good, but I felt tired and my sore spots were hurting. I splashed some water on my face and then pulled up my dress and checked my panties, I noticed there was a stain where Brian's cum had leaked out earlier. I felt embarrassed, I wondered if Celia had seen it. I decided to wash them in the sink, I didn't want to put them back on wet, so I hung them on the tub stretched between the hot and cold handles. The tub was large and had many jets, almost the size of a Jacuzzi. I'll hang them there to dry and put them on when I head home. I looked at my phone and saw I had two texts from Brian, I texted that I was still with Celia and wouldn't be calling him now. I headed back to the living room, and Celia was still sitting on the couch where I had left her.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm okay, but to tell the truth, all of a sudden, I am feeling tired and sore, and I did not expect to fall asleep on your couch, I thought I had much more energy when I left to meet you," I said as I sat back in front of my tea. "I'm sorry I fell asleep. I wonder what you think about me. I want to talk to you about what's happened since I met Brian, and I wanted to know your thoughts on how I should go forward.

"Your body and mind are letting you know you need to rest, and nothing is wrong with that. You can tell me all about it later, and we can talk and share our feelings and thoughts then. I think you are a very sexy, mature woman, and I am glad I witnessed a change in you that has made you more beautiful. You were always beautiful in my estimation, and I have always wanted to emulate you. That I realize was the real reason I wanted to work with you on my studies long ago."

She moved closer to me on the couch, then she started to gently rub my shoulders and neck. It felt so good. I put down my tea and turned so she could massage them easily. She reached around and rubbed the top of my shoulders and chest just above my breasts. Her hands were so strong, yet their touch was soft and gentle. She massaged my muscles and made them feel relaxed and relieved. My mind was peaceful and serene, I was melting into her body, and she hugged me closer. I felt a pang of doubt, then said to myself, 'Take it easy, Kerri, just relax and let yourself go.' That was all I heard running through my mind, and all I was thinking.

As she massaged close to my breasts, I closed my eyes and stretched my head back towards her. She slipped out from behind me, stood up, and lifted my legs onto the couch. Then sat down between them. With her back to me, she massaged my feet, slowly working from the tips of my toes to the heels, each touch sent me into a state of bliss. I felt as if I was meditating and had reached a higher level of consciousness. I was drifting off, dreaming of beautiful places that I have visited in the past and others I didn't recognize, I was weightless, it was like flying, I could see the land below and had the power to direct myself to where I wanted to go with the freedom to make my own choices.

As she massaged my ankles and lower legs, she spread my legs wider apart. I knew I was exposed and wide open. I didn't feel embarrassed or shamed; I felt so comfortable, safe, and protected that I spread my legs wider. I was now on a journey, and my body felt strong and capable, and I knew I could do anything I desired.