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This story is attended for adults. If you are not of age, find
sexual contact offensive, or live in a repressive state which
does not condone sexual freedom, PLEASE stop reading.

No animals were injured in the creation of this story. Well,
except for some fish which were eaten.

Story Codes: MF, intergen

If you enjoy this story, please let me know. Praise, or even just
a way to go, is reward enough for sharing it with you. If you
didn't like parts of it and have some constructive criticism,
please also let me know.

Enjoy.


New Opportunities
A Blue Lily Society Story

By Bobbi Johnson

Dave sat in his car with his head resting on the steering wheel.
A debate raged in his head. Sasha, his girlfriend of three years,
had left him. She said he wasn't motivated and would go nowhere
in life and that wasn't what she wanted. That had left him in a
funk; he was depressed and couldn't shake it. His mind kept
telling him he was doing fine. He was almost thirty. His parents
had died in a car accident, leaving him financially comfortable
and with a house. He had a business he'd started in college and
was doing nicely. Comfortable, that's what he was and he enjoyed
it. But it wasn't enough for Sasha.

He tried to focus on their relationship - the sex had been pretty
good, they both were good cooks, the enjoyed most of the same
stuff. But Sasha was an "A" type - large font capital A. Dave was
a B type. She wanted more and bigger all the time. He'd seen the
end coming for more than a year and so had she. They'd tried to
work things out, sorta, but in the end they agreed it was over.
She'd taken a job on the other coast and left. Dave had gotten
two letters and a couple of postcards. She was happy, the place
was happening and her job was a challenge. The last card had come
two days ago and mentioned "Jim." Dave knew he'd get no more
cards and that was what put him in the funk he was in now.

"Snap out of it, jerk," he said aloud. Pulling his ballcap low
over his eyes, he got out of his car and walked toward the
grocery store. Fuel up and watch a vid and get some sleep. Those
were his plans for tonight. Grabbing a small basket from the
stack inside the door he started wandering the aisles. His head
was down, the brim of his ballcap hiding his face from the world,
his eyes on the floor just ahead of him.

His mind went on autopilot, deciding what would be supper. Shrimp
- quick and easy. Asparagus - grilled and also quick. Wine. Pasta
- angel hair, quick. Sauce of wine, capers, and butter. And then
Dave saw the shoes. At least that's how he remembered it later.

The shoes were black pumps - not spike heeled, but high, and the
ankles were nice, very nice. Raising his head just a fraction he
saw that the slim ankles continued up to perfect calves. Not
overly big, but full and strong without seeming overtly muscular.
And whoever she was, she was wearing block stockings. He couldn't
tear his eyes away. He realized that he was following whoever
that was, but he never looked up. He just watched the shoes,
ankles and calves, following them from aisle to aisle. And he
started to get an erection.

When the shoes stopped walking Dave realized his basket was empty
and felt like a kid. He glanced to his right and realized he was
in the wine aisle. He looked the shelves over and selected a
pinot noir and a pinot gregio and put them in his basket. As he
turned the woman who was wearing the shoes also turned and
started walking away. The sight took his breath away - she was a
fantasy come to life.

He had always been amazed that the fantasy image he saw portrayed
everywhere in popular culture was the tall slim blonde with huge
tits and a wasp waist. Fucked for hours, always swallowed, was
always ready and available and had the intelligence of a gnat -
maybe less. The woman now turning into the next aisle was blonde,
honey colored, but that's where it ended. She was short, full
bodied, but not fat. Her thick hair was just over the shoulder
and swung as she moved. She was wearing a dark business suit and
what seemed to be a white blouse. She wasn't wasp-waisted, but
definitely wasn't thick there either. Dave had to see her face.

He rushed to follow her and pulled up as he turned the corner.
She had stopped and was turning to look at him. He was caught.
But then she sat her basket down and reached for something on a
shelf slightly behind where she was standing. Her suit coat fell
open and Dave could she that her breasts were full and, he
imagined, they'd be heavy in his hands. She was also a bit older.
Maybe in her forties, but that played right into his fantasy. She
seemed to glance quickly in his direction and moved on, in no
apparent hurry.

Dave though he was acting like a kid with his first Playboy. He
turned, left the aisle and walked down two more aisles to the
pasta. Back to shopping. Maybe some pine nuts for the sauce, he
thought and went looking for them. He found them and as he was
putting them in his basket, he saw her at the end of the aisle.
She had her back to him, standing with her feet slightly apart.
She bent over to get something off the bottom shelf; she didn't
stoop or even flex her knees. As she did the hem of her skirt,
which hugged her hips and bottom snuggly before flaring out down
to her knees, rose to reveal the bottom of shapely thighs. Dave
had feared chunky thighs and a wide bottom. But no, her hips were
gently curved and her thighs appeared to taper to her knees, her
calves nicely rounded, and her bottom was well shaped and very
firm. A Stairmaster, he thought. His fantasy woman continued to
be perfect and, he realized, he had the erection to prove it.

"God, I'm gonna get arrested," he muttered to himself as he
approached the seafood counter.

After he picked up his shrimp and asparagus, he noticed the sign
saying "Ripe Georgia Peaches." Perfect. Fresh peach slices
sautéed in butter, sprinkled with cinnamon and poured over ice
cream, the perfect dessert. He picked over the peaches looking
for a couple of ripe ones. A voice behind him said, "How do you
tell if they are really ripe?"

He started and turned to look into the bluest eyes he'd ever
seen. It was her. She looked up at him inquiringly and continued,
"I always seem to get green one and they go off before they
ripen. Or ripen for one hour while I'm at work."

"Ummm," Dave stammered. "Ummm, I just, ummm, feel them to make
sure they're not too hard." (Oh, real smooth Dave.) "And sniff
them at the stem - here - to see if they smell ripe. Here have
this one, I think it's perfect."

Dave smiled when she took the peach in his hand and wondered if
she could hear his heart hammering. She gazed up at him for a few
seconds, closing her eyes as she sniffed the peach, and smiled a
lazy smile. Her face had a peachy cast to it, not from makeup but
an inner glow.

"I see what you mean. Thank you so much."

"My pleasure," Dave replied, took his bag of peaches and headed
for the checkout. She was still fondling peaches as he turned the
corner. He checked out and walked to his car.

He was sitting there, head on the steering wheel again, even
deeper in his funk when he was startled by a tapping at his
window. He started and looked up. She was standing there. "Sorry
to bother you," she said as he lowered his window, "but I noticed
your sign. Do you work on computers?"

"Yes. I do troubleshooting, setup, and some computer training;
mostly for small firms that don't have IT departments." He was
flustered.

"Oh. Do you work with individuals?" Her blue eyes held him
captive. "I mean, do you have a shop or make house calls?"

He finally stammered, "Sure. Not a shop, but I do on site visits
and work out of my home."

"Well, I'm having problems with my laptop at home. If I could
have your card, I'll give you a call. In the next couple of days,
we could set up a time, maybe?"

He handed her a card. "I've also got voicemail, so if I don't
answer, just leave a number and I'll get back. Or an email - the
address is right there." He was on familiar ground now - his
turf. "No job too big or small." He smiled up at her.

"Thanks. And thanks for the peaches." She turned and walked away.


Oh my God, was all he could think.

===*===*===

Three days later and he was waiting in his favorite coffee shop.
She'd suggested meeting here because she had some errands to run
and this was convenient. He had though about her a lot. Hell,
he'd masturbated fantasizing about her after he got home from the
store. He was even semi-hard right now.

When she'd called this morning and suggested the meeting she'd
asked, "Starbucks?" And he'd said no. There was a pause and he
suggested this coffee shop.

"Why not Starbucks," she'd asked.

"I'm a small independent and I like to support other small
independents," he explained, "and I think they have better
coffee." So here he was, waiting and sipping coffee. When she
entered he saw her and waved. She walked toward him, smiling.

She was wearing a flowered "June Cleaver" housedress. Or it would
have been if June was trying to get the Beav's dad and every
other man in a two mile radius to notice her. The dress was a
light color with bright multi-colored flowers, open at the throat
with the first button open just below the start of her cleavage.
She was wearing pale hose, bright red and orange pumps and a
large red bead necklace. Every head, male and female, turned to
look. Some glances were longer than others. Her shoulder length
hair was thick and swayed as she walked, sunlight picking out the
natural highlights. She wore a light floral perfume, with just a
hint of musk.

When she was seated, they ordered another press of coffee. "I
guess I should introduce myself Dave. I'm Geraldine, but you can
call me Geri."  He half rose again and shook her hand. "You know,
I wouldn't have approached your car the other day, but you looked
so sad I just had to."

Dave was taken aback by this. "I did?"

"Heavens, yes. Though I would have copied the phone number off
your sign and called anyway, but I needed to see if you were
alright. Even in the store, when you helped me with the peaches,
you had a wounded look in you eyes." Her smile was slight and
soft.
"And the peaches were sinfully good, thank you so much." And now
she laughed.

Dave looked into her eyes for long seconds, then said, "Guess I
didn't know it showed so much." Geri gently reached out and put
her fingertips on the back of his hand. And he told her.
Everything. He couldn't seem to stop talking. From across the
room they looked like old time friends, heads together and voices
low. When he was finished they just looked at each other for a
long time. Finally Dave broke the silence. "Now you know
everything about me and all I know about you is that I can call
you Geri and you're stunningly beautiful."

He flushed when she arched an eyebrow and smiled. "Well, I'm not
unattractive, but 'stunningly beautiful' I'm not so sure about.
But then you did follow me around the store the other day, didn't
you?"

Dave laughed, "Guilt as charged. You kinda caught me off guard. I
felt like a kid."

They talked a bit more. Then Geri told him she had to leave. "I
want you to come by my house and look at my computer, but I have
a meeting out of town I must attend and won't be back until next
week. Will you be free late next week?" He assured her that he
should be.

"Good. I should be back by Wednesday noon next week, give me a
call." She handed him a card. "And don't be sad, things are
always better than they seem." And with a quick peck on his
cheek, she was gone.

He looked at the card. It had some kind of blue flower on the
left side and read "Geraldine Ransom," with her phone number. In
the lower right corner, in a very small type it read BLS
President. Dave stared at the card for a long time. He could
still smell her perfume, faint and exciting.

==*==*==

It was the Friday after his call to Geri and he was pulling up
her driveway. She lived in the back of a large gated community,
complete with guard house and guards. He had gotten an email from
her on Monday reminding him to call her Wednesday afternoon and
asking if he could clear his whole weekend. When they talked, she
told him she had another home on one of the nearby barrier
islands in the Gulf and needed to go there.

"I have another computer there and it needs work, probably even
more, and I need help on how to best utilize it. Would you mind?
I'll pay you for your time and it is a lovely spot. I'm sure
you'd like it." So here he was, with his bag of tools and an
overnighter.

Her house was different from the others. Most of the houses were
out-of-the-box McMansions, big, expensive and very tacky to his
tastes. Her house was obviously a custom design, centered on two,
maybe three lots at the end of a cul-de-sac. As he studied it he
thought, "Frank Lloyd Wright meets Florida Cracker." He liked it.
Unlike most of the lots it had old trees, oaks and pines. And the
house seemed nestled into the yard. Most of the homes looked as
though their lots had been bulldozed clean, the houses dropped on
and tiny starter trees planted to replace the mature ones that
had been bulldozed. He walked up onto the wraparound porch and
rang the bell.

Geri opened the door with a smile and the same floral musky
scent. "Hello Dave. Welcome to my home." She stepped back, "Come
right in."

The inside of the house was much like the outside. It exuded
elegant comfort, with the nod to comfort. Dave followed her
toward the back of the house. She was wearing jeans and an
oversized T-shirt and Dave watched her walk from a couple of
paces back. He was again struck by how perfect her ass moved. She
motioned to a hallway on the left, "You can drop your bags here
and we'll get them later." He did and followed her through to the
kitchen.

"Would you like some sweet tea or lemonade? Or I could make some
coffee."

"Some sweet tea would be great. By the way, I love your house."

"Do you?"

"Sure, what's not to love? I was expecting something like ...
well, like all the others. But your house looks like it belongs
here, almost like it grew here, rather than being built here."

"That is the nicest anyone has ever described it. Here's your
tea." She handed him a glass and, taking hers said, "Let's go out
back." And she walked through French doors onto a shaded patio by
a swimming pool. "I love this view," she said, gesturing to the
expanse out to the water.

The water, a river running out to the Gulf, was about thirty yard
beyond the pool. The lawn was thick, lush and green. This part of
her property had more oaks, pines and a variety of flowering
trees. There were beds of plants, some flowering, and ferns
scattered about and the effect was very soothing.

"All this land once belonged to my father, and his father. It was
a getaway for my grandfather. He used it for a hunting camp. My
father decided to develop it and this community was the last part
to be developed. All the lots were to be one acre. All except
this one. I have six acres and mine is the only home with no deed
restriction. My ex-husband built this development and before I
released the rights to the land, I stood firm on those provisos."
Geri was smiling wistfully. "He would have been happy with six
more lots looking just like all the others, but I stood my
ground."

"I can see why. This is the most beautiful place I've ever seen."

"Why thank you. I'm glad you like it."

They both sat quietly for a while, sipping tea and taking in the
beauty. Dave would surreptitiously glance at Geri now and again,
still awed by her looks. He figured she was in her late thirties
or early forties. She had a full look about her - shapely. She
certainly wasn't fat and exuded a sexual something that made him
both nervous and excited. She was certainly older than any woman
he'd ever be around socially. Finally he broke the silence.

"What happened with your ex?" He turned bright red, not believing
the words had actually come out of his mouth. "I'm sorry, that's
none of my business. My mouth filter must have stopped working."
Geri laughed, whether at his question or his reaction, Dave
wasn't quite sure.

"That's quite all right. My ex, known as The Bastard by most of
my friends, left me for a young piece of redheaded fluff working
in his office. And three weeks later, he drunkenly drove into a
bridge killing them both. Instantly, thank God. And since he
hadn't even thought of changing his will, I inherited everything.
I had brought most of the money to the marriage, but he made a
lot and now I guess I'm quite wealthy." She smiled, "Actually I
know I'm quite wealthy."

"To tell you the truth, he fucked one of my bride's maids at our
reception. Of course, it was years before that little tidbit came
to my attention. On the surface we had a good marriage, but he
couldn't keep his pants zipped. And I was a bit naïve I guess, or
didn't want to see the signs. By the end I knew and one day I
went by the office to see if he wanted to go to lunch with me and
walked into his office while he and the redhead were going at it
on his desk."

"That must have been dreadful for you. I'm sorry."

"Not really, they didn't notice me until I asked him if he wanted
to go to lunch after they were through. They jumped so quickly,
she almost went out the window. Thank God she didn't, the office
was on the seventh floor. He spluttered something and I said 'I
guess not. See you tonight.' And when he got home the garage
opener had been reprogrammed, all the locks changed and his
things were neatly packed in a small moving truck awaiting
instructions for delivery. And I've never been better. That was
six years ago."

She smiled at him, taking the edge off his embarrassment. "Now
you know all about me. And you think I'm quite beautiful." He
blushed again. "Isn't that what you said to me in the coffee
shop? No, that's not quite right; you said 'stunningly
beautiful.'"

"Tell you what, now that I've totally embarrassed you, I want to
clean up. I've been working in my beds out there and want a
shower. Why don't we go and get you settled in while I shower and
change. Then you can tackle my computer and then we'll discuss
this weekend. OK?"

Dave, glad for the reprieve, quickly nodded and they went back in
the house. She topped up his tea as they went through the
kitchen. He picked up his bags and followed her down the hall.
"You can put your stuff in here for the time being," Geri
motioned to a room to the right at the end of the hall, "And my
rooms are just across the hall. I'll be back in a few minutes."

The room was spacious and well appointed. He put his tool bag on
the desk by the windows and set his carryall at the foot of the
bed. Besides the bed, dresser and desk, there was a sitting area
with what looked like very comfortable chairs, a closet and a
private bath. He could hear water running across the hall and
went into the bath and had a little wash up himself. As he dried
his face he could hear movement across the hall and worked very
hard at getting the image of Geri naked and fresh from the shower
out of his mind. And he prayed the erection tenting his pants
would go down before she came out of her room.

He wandered over to the sitting area to wait and dropped into one
of the most comfortable chairs he ever sat in. It was like a
lover's embrace, he never wanted to leave the chair. He gazed out
the windows and thought he could see sunlight dancing off the
river - just sparkles through the trees which were very thick
here. He didn't hear her approach. He smelled her perfume just
before her hand slid over his shoulder and down onto his chest.

"Aren't these chairs just the most comfortable?" Her question
came out as a purr in his ear.

He rolled his head back and looked into those blue eyes again and
was dumbstruck. "Ugh, ugh, ugh..."

"Dave, you must settle down and quit being so nervous," she told
him as she came around the chair, sitting on the arm. Her hand
never left his chest. "My God you feel like you're about to have
a heart attack. Do I make you that nervous?"

"Yes." His answer was quick and short, even to his ears. "I mean
..."

Her face took on a serious look. "Dave, I brought you here to
work on my computers. You'll be well paid for the weekend.
Tonight a friend or two will be joining us for dinner, hope you
like Mexican, and tomorrow we'll fly over to the island and
you'll help me set up that computer. I think you'll enjoy the
island. Then Sunday we'll fly home. And we'll probably flirt
some, but there is no need for you to be embarrassed or nervous.
Come on, let's go to the office and get started." She got up and
walked toward the door.

"Oh," she said over her shoulder as she walked out, "you had an
erection that day at the store, as well." And laugher trailed
behind her as she went down the hall.

==*==*==

The rest of the afternoon went quickly. He rearranged her
workstation just a bit. Cleaned up her laptop, installed some
security software. Ran out to a nearby computer store and added
more memory to the machine and set up a wireless system for her.
The whole time he worked he could hear her in the kitchen. Pans
rattled, drawers opening and closing, and the smells. Geri popped
in a couple of times to freshen his sweet tea and talked about
the upgrades and changes he felt she should make. A pleasant
afternoon working.

As he finished up, David realized there were voices coming from
the kitchen. And the clinking of glasses. He put away his tools
and took his bag to his room and cleaned up. Geri popped her head
in the door and told him, "We've got company. Would you like some
wine? Dinner is in about an hour."

"Pinot Noir would be good, if you have some, or a Merlot."

"Come to the kitchen when you're ready. Dinner is casual." And
she left.

David followed her a few minutes later. As he walked into the
kitchen he saw two other women, one tall and thin with very short
auburn hair and the other shorter and more voluptuous with thick
black hair pulled back into a twist. When they turned and looked
at him, he had a brief feeling of being the prize steer at a
livestock auction. He smiled awkwardly, offering his hand and
said, "Hello, I'm David."

Geri handed him a glass of wine. "David, this is Melanie (black
hair) and this is Delores (auburn). They are friends and
associates and dropped by since they were going through town on a
business trip. I invited them to stay for dinner, you don't mind
do you?"

"Of course not. It is your house and I'm just the hired help."

"He can be so self-deprecating. David is working on my computers,
getting them all squared away and we'll be going to the island
house tomorrow morning so he can get those working right as
well."

"Are for hire?" Delores asked. "Or do you do this for free? And
call me Del."

"I own a free lance computer business," he said and went on to
explain what he did.

Melanie asked if he traveled and they all discussed computers,
small businesses and travel. During the discussion he kept a
surreptitious eye on Geri as she cooked, and she watched it all
with a bemused grin on her face. Del was direct and forceful with
her questions and comments and reminded him a bit of Sasha. That
realization made David a bit uneasy. Melanie was a toucher he
found out; always making the slightest physical contact during
their exchanges.

"Time for dinner." Geri announced. "David you go wash up and come
back and open the wine that's out on the counter and bring it in.
You two can help me get this on the table."

Dinner was actually out on the patio and the table talk was
light, mostly the three friends chatting about friends and their
club. The food was excellent and David really enjoyed himself.
Geri smiled at him throughout the meal and Melanie continued
being a toucher. Del made him nervous sometimes, he felt like she
was examining his soul and weighting what she saw. After coffee
Melanie and Del announced they had to get on the road and left.
David helped clear the table and offered to help with the dishes.

"Leave the mess. You finished your work earlier and now you're a
guest. Besides, I have a woman coming in tomorrow to clean up and
fix us breakfast." Geri rested her hand on his chest. "Wouldn't
you rather a glass of port down by the river?"

So they took their port down to the river and sat in
companionable silence for a while. Then Geri's soft voice broke
the silence, "Del was making you very nervous wasn't she?"

"Was it that obvious?"

"Well, she can make you feel like your skin is being peeled off
and all your secrets exposed. Don't feel bad, she can be
intimidating. We were college roommates and she made me feel like
that until I told her to stop."

"Did she?"

Geri laughed. "No, she told me it was my problem and to get over
it. So I laughed in her face and we've been very close ever
since. She really helped me through the pain of The Bastard's
betrayal and the divorce. She may have been planning something
very nasty for the two of them when they drove into the bridge.
She is very protective of me."

David looked over at her in the pale light. "Thanks for the
warning. I'll never short change you on your work."

"I never thought you would." Geri sipped at her port, glass
resting on her lip. "They both liked you. And if you are willing
to travel, you might find that you'll be asked to be involved in
some interesting..." she paused, " um ... projects."

"Projects?"

"We'll talk about it later this weekend. I would like to turn in,
how about you? We've got a lot to do tomorrow."

"You're the boss." David's grin came through in his voice. He was
becoming very relaxed with this woman. "Actually I am getting a
bit tired, so yeah, let's go to bed."

"Hmmmm..." was Geri's reply and David was glad for the dark
because his face was burning again.

==*==*==

David was almost asleep when he thought he could smell Geri's
perfume - light floral and musk. He rolled over in the bed and
realized she was standing in his doorway. She was wearing a long
thin white gown and it was backlit by light from the moon coming
through the windows in the room across the hall. Her body was
spectacular - or at least the shadow image was.

"David, you're awake?"

"Yes. Is something the matter?"

"Sorry. And no, I have a favor to ask. Would you mind if I slept
with you tonight? It has been a long time since I've slept being
held by someone. And if it would make you uncomfortable just say,
'No'."

"Ummm ... ugh ... ummm ... sure ... I mean ..."

"Of God I've embarrassed you. I'm so sorry, I'll just go." And
she turned to leave.

"Geri, please wait. I was just caught off guard. I would be more
than happy to hold you." Oh God, he thought and to fuck you
walleyed. He lifted the corner of the covers, "Please join me."
She hesitated and then slid under the covers with him.

"Ummm, you're so warm." With that Geri snuggled back into Dave
and he wrapped one arm around her waist and snaked the other
under her neck and the pillow. She signed again and softly said,
"Thank you."

Soon Dave could hear her soft regular breathing; she was asleep.
At least he hoped she was because he had a raging erection and
she kept wriggling her butt back into him as she snuggled closer.
Her body was soft in his arms. Or rather she felt soft; he could
feel well-toned muscles. Seemingly with a mind of its own, Dave's
hand was soon cupping her full breast. He had to will his thumb
from brushing her nipple.

"God, please let me get through the night without raping her."
Dave kept repeating his new mantra. Though it seemed like hours,
a few minutes later he joined her in deep sleep, also comforted
by her nearness.

==*==*==


"Here's some coffee, breakfast will be ready soon." At the sound
of a woman's voice Dave's eyes flew open and his mind said
'Sasha?' "Sorry Dave I didn't mean to startle you. Breakfast is
almost ready and we've got to get to the airstrip."

"Airstrip?"

"Remember, we're flying to the island today. Work on my computer.
Talk. Laze."

"Island - right. Give me a sec," he sipped some coffee, "I'll
shower and be right out."

Geri walked out laughing, "Not exactly a morning person."

As Dave headed to the shower his mind started to process, "Geri -
airstrip - island - computers - possible referrals - Geri's
wonderful butt snuggling against him." Shower hot and on full
blast. He started to stroke himself remembering the feel of Geri
in his arms when he heard her footsteps and voice, "Ready in two
minutes." Shit!

Two minutes later, wearing only jeans and hair still damp from
the shower, Dave joined Geri in the kitchen as she put waffles
and sausage links on the table. He refilled their coffee cups and
they both dug in. They attacked the breakfast like wild dogs - no
conversation, no knowing glances. Eating machines. And both were
probably remembering last night, the way their bodies fit
together. Dave decided he should savor the memory since it
probably wouldn't happen again. Then again they would be alone on
"her" island for two days. Fantasy time again.

After breakfast and a quick sweep through the house for all their
gear, well, his gear mostly, a car appeared to take them to the
airstrip. A short ride, gear stowed and a quick takeoff and they
were flying over the Gulf. The small plane was surprisingly quiet
to Dave.

"The flight only takes about thirty minutes," Geri was
explaining, "and the airstrip on the island is about a couple
hundred yards from the patio of the house. And it's not really
_my_ island, it's one of the outer barrier islands off the coast.
It is privately owned, a club you could say, no roads and only
accessible by boat or plane. Permission to land required in
advance. Only eight private homes and a small 'resort' of 12
bungalows. Swimming pool, tennis courts and a small restaurant."

"Your own little world."

"Actually, I'm luckier that most. My great-grandfather settled
the island and claimed it. My grandfather built our house there
and developed the rest. He sold all of it, except our little
corner, to a holding company which owns other places like this
all over the world. It's like Club Med for the idle rich, except
for my little corner. Anyway, you'll see."

They both settled back for the rest of the short flight. Upon
landing, they were met by an older black man driving a golf cart.
The few bags were stowed in a rooftop rack and they drove to the
house. Aaron, the driver, and Geri discussed the house and
gardens as he drove; he was "bringin' ya up ta date."

The pathway curved through some thick growth Dave didn't
recognize and suddenly there was the house - the same Frank Lloyd
Wright/Florida Cracker style, this time with a bit of an island
touch. Thick vegetation right up to the house, shell paths
meandering through the trees, and, he realized, orchids
everywhere. Not growing in pots, but in the trees. Everywhere. He
decided very quickly that he could stay here for a long time,
very easily. The place had a sensuality about it that appealed to
him.

The house had a wrap-around gallery, or porch. All the windows
were floor to ceiling and could be used as doors to step out onto
the gallery. Most of them were open now with thin curtains
floating in and out on the breeze. The house was in total shade
and had no mechanical air conditioner. As they stepped through
the front door, Dave took in the open floor plan. Most of the
open space was arranged in small sitting areas, groupings of
chairs and sofas, with a kitchen and dining area off to the side.
A massive fireplace took up the center of the back wall and near
the kitchen area was an open door leading to the back of the
house. Aaron had just disappeared through the door carrying their
bags.

An older black woman was busy in the kitchen, cooking and
generally bustling about. "Miz Geri, I got a light lunch for you
in the icebox and supper started. Why don't y'all go clean up and
you can show that young man around before lunch."

"Thank you Mary. That's just what we'll do. Maybe even go for a
swim."

"It's a good thing Aaron caught your supper before you got here
then; all that splashin' 'round would spook all the fish."

Geri laughed and took Dave's hand and led him into the back.

"This is your room," she told him entering a large bedroom. The
windows were open and a ceiling fan turned lazily overhead. The
room was comfortable in every sense - a large bed, dresser, table
and two very comfortable looking stuffed chairs around another
small table. There was a skylight over the bed and a fireplace
near the chairs.

"Your bathroom is through that door and my bedroom is through
this one." She led him into another bedroom that was a duplicate
of the first. "There used to be five bedrooms. But I had four
converted into these two and the fifth is now my office. It's
through that door." She turned and stared directly into his eyes.
"We don't need to lock the door. That way if either of us feels
lonely, we can snuggle again tonight. Is that alright with you?"

"Yes." He practically croaked the answer. His throat had gotten
almost as thick as his penis, which had jumped at her intense
gaze.

Geri smiled. "Good. Go unpack, put on your trunks and sandals and
I'll show you around the place and then we can go down for a
swim." Before he could turn away to go to his room, Geri turned
and started to pull off her T-shirt preparing to change.

Afterwards, they were wandering around the shell paths and she
was telling about how this all was created. He was most
interested in the wide variety of orchids. She explained how they
were all native to the region, if not the island, and the orchids
were her Grandmother's contribution to the gardens. As the
rounded a bend in the path, he glimpsed a small cottage hidden by
the thick foliage. A guest house?

"That is Aaron and Mary's home. Except for the occasional storm,
they live here year round and take care of the place. Their
grandson lives with them, when he's not in school, and helps them
out. When they retire he plans on taking over. Except for the
cooking." They had come to a fork in the path. "That way goes to
their cottage and this one goes down to the beach. Let's go down
to the beach for a swim."

To his surprise, though he thought later he shouldn't have been,
the beach turned out to be a cove surrounded by her property and
completely abandoned. The water looked like greenish crystal, the
bottom white and hard packed. They slipped out of their shirts
and walked into the warm water. Geri's skin glowed with a light
tan and she wore a black bikini. Not a thong or string bikini,
but not something that had a "Granny's Panties" look to it
either. Again he had an erection and was glad for his baggies.

"Isn't this glorious? I could spend all my time here."

"Your skin is fair and you wouldn't want to burn." Dave said as
she dove into the water.

"What did you say?"

"I said your skin is so fair; you need to be careful not to burn.
This sun can get brutal."

She was floating on her back now, breasts and toes above the
water. "I don't stay out long during this part of the day and use
a lot of sunscreen. I prefer to swim early in the morning or late
in the afternoon. I just thought a little swim would start the
weekend off on the right note."

Dave joined her, floating on his back, and they watched birds
overhead. He felt her hand graze his and found he wanted to hold
her again. He reached for her hand. Their fingers intertwined and
she squeezed him. She rolled over toward him and slipped her
other arm around him. They floundered in the water for a moment,
then Dave found his footing and they were holding each other
close, Geri resting her head on his chest.

"Dave, were you uncomfortable last night? When I joined you in
bed?" Dave stammered for a minute, and then Geri looked up into
his eyes and laughed. "I know one part of you had no problem, but
you seemed uneasy."

"Uh-h-h ..."

"Let's go eat lunch and you fix my computer. We'll talk over
dinner. But I have to tell you something, and you should think
about it. I find you very attractive and have been enjoying our
time together."

"Uh-h-h-h ..."

Still laughing, Geri said, "Shhh, we'll talk tonight." She let
him go and swam in to the beach.

==*==*==

After a leisurely lunch on the terrace, Dave set to work on her
computers. The cleanup work, like that on the computer at her
house, was routine and not especially difficult. Dave thought the
afternoon both dragged by interminably and flashed by in no time
at all. Soon he was joining Geri on the terrace.

"Wine or beer?" she asked as he approached.

"Beer would be great," he replied, hoping it wasn't a beer
filtered through a very large horse.

"There is a choice in the fridge there, help yourself." Dave
found a Bass Ale, not too cold, and joined her.

The breeze was warm, but not sticky or hot. He felt languid. He
smiled as he thought this.

"What is the smile for?"

"I just used the word 'languid' in a thought," he admitted with a
slight blush. "Not a word I'd usually use, or even have come to
mind, but it seems to fit this place. Nothing seems to be in a
hurry."

"You're on island time now. That's one of the reasons I love this
place so much." Geri stretched her arms back over her head, the
outline of her breasts and pert nipples plainly displayed through
her shirt. "I come here as often as possible. Hate to leave, but
I always feel energized when I do. And I warn you if I yawn, it
is no reflection of the company."

"Miz Geri?" Mary approached from the kitchen. "The fish is ready
for the oven and the rice salad is all ready. They both in the
fridge. Jus' heat the oven before you slip the fish in. And
twenty minutes, don't over cook it and waste that beautiful fish.
Aaron and I will be at Little A's on the other island if you need
us. An' we'll be back before y'all leave."

"Thanks Mary and give my love to Little A." She waited until Mary
had left and turned to Dave with a smile, "Little A is their
grandson, named for Aaron and he's a huge man. That was also her
way of letting us know we would be alone until tomorrow
afternoon."

She watched as Dave's face went through a number of expressions.
None were outright embarrassment, but they came close. But she
decided not to let him off the hook just yet. There was a
slightly delicious quality to his discomfort that she was
enjoying now and had been since she asked him about the peaches
in the store. She settled back, relaxed, and sipped her wine.

They sat in silence for a while, the only sound a gentle rustling
of the palm fronds. They both appeared at peace, able to enjoy
each other's company without idle chit chat. Finally Geri roused
herself and asked, "Ready for dinner, or would you like to eat
late?"

Dave started; his mind had been on the night before. The pleasant
heaviness of her breast cupped in his hand. He sat upright and
found he had an erection again. His embarrassment softened it,
some.

"U-u-gh. Whenever you would like, I'm amenable to any time." His
brain was still a bit foggy.

"Dave, I seem to be making uncomfortable ..."

"No, not at all."

"... and I think we need to talk. So help me with dinner and
we'll talk then." And with that she walked into the kitchen, Dave
following. He set the table while she heat the oven and set
things on the counter to go on the table. Half an hour later they
were eating.

"Snapper poached in fresh coconut milk. The coconut is from the
tree at the end of the pool area. Sometimes when we have a storm
the pool is full of coconuts." Geri said after her first
mouthful. "And the rice salad is some kind of island specialty,
from Jamaica I think, and Mary refuses to share the recipe. I've
tried to figure it out, but always miss something." Geri was
carrying on a light banter, while Dave realized he was stuffing
in food.

"Sorry, I'm not much of a companion. I'm just stuffing, but this
food is like nothing I've ever had. Do you think Mary will adopt
me?"

Geri's laugh was musical, "You should ask her, and tell her it
was the food that won you over to her; she'll probably adopt you
on the spot." The rest of dinner was silent, except for the sound
of forks and knives on plates.

They finished eating and cleaned up quickly, working together in
companionable silence. They had coffee, with a splash of brandy,
on the terrace. Finally Dave got up the nerve he had been
searching for all afternoon.

"Geri, you said we needed to talk. Is now a good time?" His voice
was low. Geri didn't respond immediately. She just sipped her
coffee and stared into the night. Just before Dave repeated the
question, she spoke up.

"Sorry, I was distracted. Yes this would be a good time." Another
sip of coffee. "Actually I'll be doing most of the talking and
hopefully you won't run away screaming."

She turned her head and looked him in the eyes.

"You know you're a bright lovely man. I don't have to tell you
that." Another pause for coffee. "I'm suddenly not sure where to
begin. Give me a moment and I'll start with some of my story.

==*=*==

"I've told you about my marriage, maybe a bit too cavalierly,
because I was hurt. I had loved The Bastard. And though I hadn't
actually 'known,' I had suspected. The day I caught them, wasn't
the day we were to have lunch. I wanted to surprise him with
lunch, and walked in on them. I was very angry, to put it mildly.
Anyway, you know the rest of that story."

"I retreated from 'society,' such as it is at home and retreated
to my circle of friends. You remember Melanie and Del?" Dave
nodded that he did. "Well, they are my oldest friends and had
been or were going through similar situations. Del was divorced
from her own version of The Bastard and Melanie was going through
one. We were each being tossed aside for a newer, less bright,
piece of fluff. All with bigger tits and fewer years. Anyway,
we'd known each other since college, sorority sisters and all,
and had kept in touch. We had actually formed a loose social
group. All the women in this larger group were basically in the
same boat as us. They are widowed or divorced, well off
financially and we're all about the same age. And, to one degree
or other, we all like gardening. We all live in the Southeast,
mostly Georgia and Florida."

She paused to pour more coffee for them both, adding brandy,
before settling down again. With a sip of her coffee and a deep
breath, she turned to Dave.

"Our informal group took on a life of its own. We all control
businesses and money. We send business each other's way. We grew
from a group of friends to ... well I'm not sure. Del says we're
like OPAC, we control things. In another thirty five or forty
years, we'll be the real 'blue haired Mafia.' Anyway, our group
is called the Blue Lily Society. We are trying to develop the
first true blue lily. There are lilies that are called blue, but
they tend to be purplish or blacker rather than a true blue. So
we trade notes, bulbs, everything to develop this flower."

"And we share just about everything else. From a business
standpoint we are always looking for good vendors. Supplies,
delivery, whatever we need. When one of us finds a particularly
good vendor, usually an individual as opposed to a corporation,
we share them. And we've been looking for a computer person and
you've been perfect. You are competent, non-condescending, and
not a speaker of geekese. And you're nice to look at and can be
taken out in public." This last brought a small smile to her
lips.

Dave smiled back. "And this is where I come in? This weekend has
been a job interview? Did I get the job?" Geri's smile
disappeared and she seemed distracted.

"Of course. You can be the IT guy to the BLS. The Society will
pay you a retainer, annual amount to be negotiated by you and I.
When you go out on a call, all your expenses will be paid and you
will be paid an hourly rate, also negotiated ..."

"Sounds great to me."

"... but this wasn't what I wanted to talk to you about." Dave's
nervousness returned. "I want to talk about us; you and me." They
both suddenly needed to sip coffee and look out at the night. But
Geri, who was much more nervous than she appeared, took a deep
breath and then took the plunge.

"Last night I came to your room and asked you to hold me while we
slept. You did and it was lovely. But ..." she glanced at him
with, lowering her head a bit, "... you seemed to be a bit
uncomfortable with your erection."

Dave groaned to himself and closed his eyes.

"Don't be embarrassed. Actually, I did just want to be held and
you did that. But if you had ravished me, that would have been
just as nice. Well, maybe not just as nice, but it certainly
would have been welcome." Geri sipped a little more coffee. "I'm
not promiscuous, but I'm not a nun either. I enjoy the company of
a man - in bed and out. And I think you would be a wonderful
partner."

She turned and looked Dave directly in the eye. "I would like ...
no I want us to be lovers. If you find that repulsive, I'll
understand. I'm almost old enough to be your mother ..."

Dave stopped her when he took her in his arms and kissed her. And
to no one's surprise, it was by no means a kiss he would have
given his mother. After a couple of minutes they both pulled away
and sat looking at each other.

"I guess that means you won't run away screaming. The idea
appeals to you?" Dave answered by reaching for her again. "Wait."
Geri put out a hand on his chest. "There are a couple more things
I need to say first - clear the decks as it were." She turned and
left the terrace and returned very shortly with two snifters of
brandy. She pulled her chair around so they were facing each
other.

"This looks serious."

"It is. Kinda, sorta." Geri grinned. "I'm not looking for just a
romp in the sack. If that were the case I'd've fucked your brains
out last night. Don't look shocked. When I saw you in the Publix
that day, you looked heartbroken. I noticed because you seemed to
be following me and I'll admit I did try to put a little show on
for you. Did it work?"

Dave was taken aback. "I didn't think I was that obvious."

"Maybe I was more tuned in than most women would have been, but
that's why I asked you about the peaches. Good tip as I told you
in the coffee shop. And you told me about your old girlfriend,
Sasha I believe?" Dave nodded. "Well first I need to know are you
over her?"

"Yes. I ..."

Geri held up a finger. "You were wallowing is what you were
doing, instead of getting on with your life." Dave looked a
little shocked. "I recognized it because I had done the same
thing. Now secondly, and most important, do you want to be my
lover? Not strings attached - but not just a quick romp. I don't
mean you have to move in and be at my beck and call, but I would
like to spend, what do they call it, quality time with you."

Dave was afraid to open his mouth, afraid he'd say something
stupid. Finally he smiled broadly and said, "To borrow your
phrase - that would be lovely."

Geri slid from her chair and was kneeling between his knees.
"Good," she purred.

==*=*==

They had left the terrace arm in arm, brandies and stars
forgotten. They entered Geri's bedroom and turned and slowly
kissed. It was tender and hungry at once. Their hands roamed each
others bodies and there was no rush. Dave made the first move.

As he kissed his way around her ear and down to her neck, he
started unbuttoning her top. As her shirt came open, his lips
followed his fingers down. Slowly. Kissing the dip where her
collarbones came together, between her breasts, just under her
breasts. His hands were moving down her back as he did so,
sliding her shirt down. Finally he tugged her top out of the
waist of her loose skirt. And, kneeling in front of her, kissed
her navel.

He gazed up at her in the soft moonlight. "You are so beautiful."
As Geri smiled, he rose and took her mouth again. Harder this
time, with more urgency. His hands coming around and cupping her
breasts. His thumbs gliding back and forth over and around her
nipples. Geri's hands slid under his t-shirt.

And in one fluid swift motion, his shirt was off and her mouth
was at his left nipple - biting and sucking. His head fell back
and he sighed aloud. Her hands were working his belt and buttons
and then his pants were around his ankles; followed by his
shorts. In one quick move Dave stepped away from them and picked
Geri up in his arms and was across the room and by the bed.

Geri laughed as he put her down. "God, I feel a bit overdressed."

"Not to worry," Dave smiled back and stripped her skirt and
panties off in one motion, "I'll take care of that."

He fell on the bed beside her and pulled her to him. They kissed
again, with all the earlier urgency, but slower, while they began
to explore each other's body. Hand and mouths were everywhere.
Rolling, front, back, legs, arms. It was as though each had just
discovered the other sex. Finally, cradling Geri's face in his
hands and kissing her eyelids, Dave whispered hoarsely, "I want
all of you right now and I want this to go on - I feel like I'm
gonna explode."

Geri pushed him on his back and said, "Lay there a minute," and
attacked his nipples again. Then her mouth traced a line down his
stomach as she held his penis - slowly stroking him. She raised
herself and kissed his penis; swirled her tongue around the head,
and then slowly - ever so slowly - lowered her mouth over him.
Never hesitating - all the way until he was completely in her
mouth. She worked her tongue and throat on him and then just as
slowly, released him. When she looked up, his eyes had rolled
back in his head. She took him in again and gave a deep hum of
satisfaction. She felt him actually jump a bit.

With him still in her mouth and throat she looked up at him and
found him looking at her, his eyes glazed. Still with a low hum,
she slowly pulled her mouth off him. "How's that?" She said with
a cat-like grin, "Did you enjoy that?"

Dave was speechless. He wasn't huge, certainly not porn star
abnormal, but he was above average. Sasha had once told him he
had the best package she'd ever found. "The perfect combination
of thickness and length. You know for some reason you computer
types always seem to be the best equipped - not the jocks." And
Sasha had never said anything to boost or massage his ego.

"Well, I certainly did," Geri said and she went back to work on
him. And she did enjoy it. She enjoyed the slightly tangy taste
of sweat and testosterone, the smooth texture of his glans and
the rock hard ribbed shaft. She had a quick flash of her second
boyfriend - the two of them watching "Deep Throat" and trying it
out themselves. She seemed to have no gag reflex. Her ex-husband,
the Bastard, enjoy receiving her attentions, but he was nowhere
near the same league as Dave.

She focused on Dave's cock, slowly working him in and out of her
mouth and throat. She cradled his balls, massaging them. When she
felt him nearing release she back off and used her tongue on him.
She sucked his balls into her mouth, first one then the other.
When she knew he had passed the crisis point she enveloped him in
her mouth again.

"Mmmm," was all Dave capable of saying. But he was able to repeat
it often. Geri smiled around his cock.

She could feel him about to go over and was deciding whether to
take him there, when he sat up and took her head in his hands.
"Oh God, not yet!" He brought her up to him and kissed her, his
tongue tasting himself in her mouth. "Not yet," he whispered into
her mouth.

He gently laid her back and looked down into her eyes. "You know
you almost made my heart explode. If I'd died I would have been
the happiest, most frustrated man in heaven."

"Frustrated?" Geri seemed puzzled. "Why?"

Instead of explaining, Dave kissed her nipples and slowly worked
his way down her body. After a moment licking and kissing her
navel he rolled her over and started on the back of her knees.
The back of her thighs. The inside of her thighs. Her buttocks.
He worked his way slowly up her back to the small of her back and
back down to the bottom of her checks.

Now it was Geri's turn to moan. And she did. And she lifted he
bottom in the air and spread her legs to give him access to her,
but he just kept kissing near her. He saw that her lips were
swollen and glistening and breathed deeply. He gave her small
bites on the tops of her inner thighs, brushing his check across
her labia. Geri pressed back with real urgency.

"Please Dave. Now, please."

He took her lips in his mouth, sucked them; and then gently
pulled back, her labia held in his teeth. He rolled her over and
kissed her inner thighs again. Then his mouth was on her again,
kissing, licking, and sucking. And it Geri who was moaning,
thrusting her hips up to his mouth.

"Please!" Her voice quivered.

Dave slowly brought his tongue up between labia and found her
clitoris. He circled it with his tongue. And started over again.
Each time he circled her clitoris Geri trembled and made an
animal noise. Dave could feel her thighs tremble as they pressed
against his head, trying to hold him in place. She reached for
his head pressing him against her. Still he continued his slow
teasing.

Suddenly he moved and Geri felt his tongue enter her. Dave slowly
swirled it around, tasting her, breathing in her fragrance. He
moved again, now whipping his tongue back and forth across her
clitoris. Up and down. All the while sliding first one finger,
then a second into to her and as he pressed upward in her, he
sucked her clit between his teeth and started sucking it. He was
like a baby nursing, except he was pressing her upper wall,
adding internal pressure.

Geri came hard. She was shaking, pulling his head by his head
into her. Her thighs locked around his head. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh
God! Oh God!" Dave kept up his attack on her clitoris. Geri felt
a second orgasm roll right over the first. And Dave was licking
her again, his tongue having replaced his fingers; his hands
under her bottom, lifting her to his mouth.

Geri opened her eyes and looked down her body to see Dave looking
back, still working his tongue in her. With her fingers still
entangled in his hair she pulled him away from her. He was
smiling at her and she said, "Stop! Give me a minute to get my
breath." And pulled him, by his hair, up and lay with her head on
his chest. She could feel his heart pounding just like hers was.

After a few moments, she raised herself up on her elbow and said,
"Whew! I've never come that quickly. Or that hard." Dave smiled
up at her.

"Well now I can die happy."

"I'd rather you didn't, if you don't mind," Geri replied and
kissed him. She could still taste Dave and know she could taste
herself as well. They kept kissing. And then she rolled up, not
braking contact with his mouth and sat on his cock. It wasn't in
her yet, but that was okay. She slid her moisture up and down
along his length.

When he reached down to take the matter in hand, so to speak, she
stopped kissing him long enough to say, "No." Bringing her hands
up to his face she said, "Let me - my way." And continued her
sliding motion. She could tell it was driving Dave crazy. It was
driving her crazy - her clit rubbed against his cock with each
rocking motion, sending a bolt of thrill through her.

Still holding his face, she lifted her body slightly as she
reached the head of his penis. It rose with her and she felt it
at her entrance. She slowly sat back on it, taking the head into
her. She stopped with the head and very little shaft in her and
started to slowly rock back and forth. Teasing Dave. What a game
that would be.

Dave gripped her hips, but again she said, "No. Stay very still.
Don't move or thrust. Just let me." She kissed him lightly on the
lips and continued her slow gentle rocking. She loved the feel of
him spreading her as his head got bigger. And she knew he was
thicker than any man she's had before so she wanted to take her
time. She was slowly taking a little more of him in, then just
the head for a few strokes then a little more.

Dave was trembling as he looked up at Geri teasing him. And his
vision was getting a little blurry. Just when he though he
couldn't stand any more; Just as he was about to grab her and
flip her onto the bottom and have his way with her - she stopped.
With just the head of his cock in her she lifted up and said,
"This is what I was waiting for," and slowly slid down his
length. She took all of him in one excruciating drawn out
movement.

"Oh God, I'm so full. Please Dave, don't move. Please don't move,
just stay in me and don't move. Can you do that for me? Please?
Not move." She was panting, trying to get her breath under
control. They both were glassy eyed. "Will you do that for me?"

Dave's mouth had gone dry. As she has slowly lowered him into her
wetness, her warmth, his heart seemed to have jumped into his
throat. "Yes," was all he could croak.

"Thank you," she said and fell forward on his chest. "Thank you."

They lay like that for what seemed an eternity and his cock
started to throb. "Oh!" one, or maybe both of them, said. A few
heartbeats later, Geri sat up again. She smiled at Dave and
pumped her hips back and forth. He felt his cock pushing back and
forth inside her. She sat still. And then pumped again. After
doing this a few times, she slowly raised herself up on his shaft
so only the head was still in her, small pump, and then dropped
down on him.

Dave thought he would explode right then and there. But Geri
didn't move. Neither did he. "Oh thank you Dave. Just don't
move." And they did it all again. And again and again and again.
Time ceased to exist for them - there was only their joined
bodies.

Finally Dave felt himself about to explode into her. "Geri, I'm
going to cum. I can't hold out any longer."

"Dave please, just don't move. Please." They sat very still. The
moment passed. Her hands were on his chest for balance. She could
feel his heart. "One more minute. I can't take this any more
either."

She felt his heart calm so she laid forward on his chest, his
cock buried deep inside of her. "Dave, it's your turn. Would you
like to roll us over and ..." She never finished her question.

Dave rolled her over and, starting slowly, pulled out and plunged
back into her. Not fiercely, but steadily increasing the speed.
Each time he entered her, his cock rubbed her clit and his saddle
bone ground against it each time he bottomed out on his stroke. A
quick flick of his hips insured that. And suddenly they were both
there and over the top. As he emptied into her, her muscles
gripped and squeezed him.

They collapsed, sweaty and sated. And both fell asleep almost
instantly from the overload.

==*=*==

When he awoke, Dave felt the weight on the bed beside him. And
the feel of the warm full breast cradled in his hand. He breathed
deeply and could smell the lingering aroma of sex. He raised
himself up on one elbow and gazed down at Geri. She was nestled
back against him and the sight of her caused a jolt through his
body, ending in his cock.

"My God Dave, I don't know if I have the energy," Geri murmured
without opening her eyes. "And I want a shower."

His cock twitched and he said, "Okay. I might join you."

"You keep twitching like that and we may not make it to the
shower," she smiled and kissed him. "So let me go you lout." She
rolled away and got to her feet and slowly walked to the door of
the bath.

Dave watched her, marveling at her smooth skin and motion. She
was the most perfect woman he had ever seen. She turned before
going in the door, looking over her shoulder and purred, "Are you
watching my ass?"

"I can't tear my eyes away."

"Well ... I'm gonna get wet now." And she was gone. Hearing the
water running, Dave climbed out of bed and went in to join her.

The shower was large with a glass block wall, no curtain or door.
He watched her rippling image through the glass and then stepped
in to join her. She was washing her hair, facing the water and
her back to him.

"Here, let me do that," he said running his fingers through her
hair; massaging her scalp, roughly then gently. "Now turn around
so I can rinse it. Head back, that's it."

Geri moved against him and let the water and his hands work the
suds from her hair. And she noted with satisfaction, something
else was working. Quite well. She felt herself getting wet in
response to his growing erection. She tried to snuggle closer.

"Wait, don't you want a cream rinse?"

"Mmmm," was the best Geri could do at that moment.

"For your hair, I meant," Dave laughed.

"I've never had a man wash my hair like this. Yes, that would be
very nice."

So he worked the cream rinse into her hair, starting at the ends
and working his way to her scalp. They went through the rinsing
ritual again; then he grabbed a loufah and the soap. "Now for the
rest of you."

He scrubbed her from head to toe with the loufah. She rinsed and
her body was glowing pink. He slid his hands slowly over her back
and ass, turned her and cupped her breasts. He held them and
kissed each nipple. He ran his hand slowly down her belly and
around her hips until he was gripping her ass.

Geri put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. "No, no ...
now it's your turn." And she returned the favor. But before
rinsing him, she dropped the loufah and started gliding her hands
over his soapy body, working her way down to his cock. "Didn't
think you'd like me to use the loufah on this," she cooed,
sliding her soapy hands up and down the length of him, cradling
his balls, and thoroughly washing him.

"Oh God," was the best he could muster as a response. "Oh God."

Smiling her foxy grin she said, "Now we rinse you," as moved him
under the water and kept rubbing him until all the soap was gone.

Geri stepped away and said, "I guess it's time for breakfast and
..." But before she could step out of the shower, his arms were
around her pulling her back into the shower and lifting her to
him. The lips met and breakfast was forgotten as he lowered her
down on to him.

Her arms went around his neck and his hands cradled her ass. She
squeezed him, her inner muscles working like a fist. They were
moaning together. He lifted her then lowered her and she rocked
her pelvis, grinding her clitoris against him. An eternity passed
for them ... they were in utter bliss. They both shuttered and
cried out together and came. Dave sank to the shower floor, still
embedded in Geri.

"Good thing we're still in the shower. I don't think I could walk
back in here right now." Geri laid her head on his shoulder. "And
I'm sure we need another shower."

"Miz Geri, y'all 'bout ready for breakfast?"

"Five minutes," she called back. She smiled at Dave and
whispered, "If we can walk at all. Maybe we'll be having
breakfast in the shower."

Dave groaned as he rose from the shower floor, a self-satisfied
grin on his face, "We should probably stagger out." He offered
Geri his hand. "We should try for some sense of decorum."

They toweled off and got dressed. Geri called out, "Breakfast on
the terrace please." And as they strolled out on the terrace,
"Thank you Mary."

"Will y'all be stayin' for lunch?"

"Maybe you could pack some sandwiches; we'll be flying out about
12:30 or so."

"You want me to tell Aaron to bring the golf cart up for you."

"No, he can take the luggage down for us early, but I want to
walk down. I need the exercise."

Mary just smiled and said, "If you say so. You sure do look fit
this morning, but my eyes are getting' old." With that she turned
and went back into the house.

"Mmmm," was Geri's reply.

==*=*==

They walked the short distance arm in arm talking quietly
together. They both wished the weekend would last just a little
longer. But Geri assured Dave there would be others. Many others.
The boarded the little plane and took off for home.

They landed and were driven back to Geri's house by the river. As
Dave stowed his bags in his car, Geri said, "If you have a few
minutes, come in and we'll have some tea before you go."

"Alright, I'll be right in."

A few minutes later, he walked through the kitchen and found Geri
on the terrace with a pitcher of tea and tall glasses of ice and
crushed mint leaves. As she poured the tea, he sat in one of the
chairs and closed his eyes for a moment. He heard a glass being
set on the table by him and then Geri's lips brushed against his
cheek. "God woman, I'm yours."

Geri laughed and sat in his lap, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Do you like Star Wars - the original not the last ones."

The non-sequiter caught him off guard. He sat a little
straighter, brow furrowed. "What? Are you trying to play Stump
the Geek? Of course I like Star Wars, who doesn't?"

"Well, if you understand the concept of 'The Dark Side,' I have
something to tell you before you go. And we need to be honest and
you need to make a choice."

"O-o-o-o-k-a-a-a-a-y-y." Dave drew the answer out making his
agreement a question of sorts. "Tell me about this 'Dark Side.'"

"I've told you how close Melanie and Del and I are. Well, we've
sorta always shared ... uh ... umm ..."

"Stud muffins hired by the Society?" David finished for her. "Is
that one of the services I would be contracted for?"

"David," Geri snuggled closer, "Give me a second. OK, you guessed
what the Dark Side is, but it isn't written in stone. You see, no
one has fallen for someone like you before. And if you want this
to be absolutely exclusive, that would be wonderful. But
occasionally one of them may require an escort to some function
or other and they would call you. And one of them might well make
a move - hell, Del was ready to jump your bones on the dinner
table the other night."

"I see."

"I hope so. I told you I want us to be lovers, companions. And I
meant it with all my heart. If you say total exclusivity between
us, I'd be complete. If you say, you be open to others, but want
to focus on us, I'd be complete. If you want to tell me to go to
hell or take a hike, I'll hurt but will understand."

They sat together, cuddled in the chair, watching the moon rise
over the trees and reflect in the river. They listened to each
other breathe. Finally Dave pushed up a bit.

"Geri, you are an extraordinary woman. You have a very agile and
sharp mind in a very lovely body. You are the most wonderfully
physical lover I've ever known. And you are brutally honest."

Geri feared where this was leading. So she said, "But ..."

"No buts," he said squeezing hers. "Well, except for the
exceptionally fine one I happened to find in my hand." Geri let
out her breath and laughed. "I want to be with you. Period. If
Melanie and Del want something they have only to ask, but I may
turn them down. Would that cause trouble?"

"No; well, Del might get a little pissy about it, but she'd
understand."

"OK, Del scares me a little, but to be with you would be worth
it. I just don't want to feel like I'm becoming a gigolo. All I
want is to explore a life with you - see what we can make out of
it."

"Oh my God, do you always say the right thing?" Geri stood. "Well
we'll see."

As Dave rose to leave, Geri asked, "Would you like to stay here
tonight?"

Dave pulled her to him and brushed her lips with his. "I'd hoped
you'd ask."


The End

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