1 comments/ 11219 views/ 1 favorites A Summer Love By: sexygodess06 Is life our choice, chance or merely just a coincidence? I dedicate this story to all those who love, want to be loved and cherish the idea that love never ends and is always a beginning as in the creation of life. ***** It was a beautiful summer night in Santa Monica, California. The air was clear, a vibrant turquoise blue and it was approaching dusk with the city's lights starting to appear as lit stars. The sun was starting to set, the cool evening breezes were beginning to blow through the warm and clammy air of a few hours earlier. I was thinking about whether I should go sit outside and relax or get a few things done before darkness appeared. Then I thought I heard someone outside my patio call my name. "Vicky, are you there? I'm home. Come sit on the patio with me and bring me a drink." I thought it was the voice of John, my husband and then I realized it was just my imagination. I pinched myself and reminded myself that I shouldn't imagine things. I looked through the window and no one was there. It was probably just my imagination again. As I looked out the window to distinguish who was speaking to me, I was in fact alone. Next I noticed this van pull up along the avenue as it parked rather quickly and subsequently stopped. There was a young couple; they came into sight sitting together in the front seat of the vehicle. The couple appeared to be youthful, probably in their early twenties without a care in the world. The young female had long dark brown hair and was rather petite. The young man was a bit husky with dark brown hair, too. They seemed happy together laughing and giggling but they didn't exchange too many words as they sat together gazing in each other's young lustful eyes. It was within seconds still within broad daylight that the couple started to grope each other and fumble about the van. There was a tad of a wrestling match which was only adolescent, free and harmless shameless love. I tried to remember what those feelings were like. I tried to remember the feeling of being young when life was comfortable and simple and before life got complicated and obligated. I missed those times, those moments, those younger years. The young man gently kissed the girl. I presumed that she was probably his girlfriend. As she gently wrapped her well-manicured hands around his neck as they embraced each other softly and kindheartedly. She was laughing as he tried to grab her in further places and I could tell they were trying to undress each other from the waist down in the front seat of the van. He was trying to put his hand down her pants and she was teasingly trying to unzip his trousers. The couple seemed to quibble a bit as the young girl kept teasing the fellow and at last began unzipping his pants. He, in turn, had her pant pulled down as she wiggled out of them partially with his hand now down her panties probing her without hesitation. I was still reminiscing subconsciously about my own life when I was with my in high school boyfriend and also in college when I was fighting off young men routinely to preserve my Catholic virginity. The two of them continued kissing and laughing nervously exuding desire and innocent fondness towards each other. The young fellow wasn't getting overly aggressive and although it was still in plain daylight, the couple was oblivious and unmindful of the world around them. As I continued to watch them outside my kitchen window and over my patio I kept washing dishes even as I was getting a bit turned on with my mind wondering about sex. My shorts under my apron were getting damp and moist. Others were walking the avenue passing the van obliviously, instead watching the planes as they took off and landed at Santa Monica Airport. The airport activity kept bustling and the sound of the planes was only background noise as they landed and took off going to all parts of the world. No one else seemed to notice the activity I was now mesmerized with viewing. I wondered how far the couple would get with each other. I was beginning to get self-conscious that maybe they could see me watching them as I began to scamper about cleaning the kitchen but still glancing outside gapingly to sneak a peek. The sun was going down little by little. I had at least one lamp on as I stood in the shadows lurking. I was sure the young couple and I caught each others glances a few times whether knowingly or not. I was sure I was watching them and not the other way around. They were busy blurry-eyed and loving each other. As the young couple chatted and laughed and groped each other some more, they began to squirm around a bit. I was sure the young fellow would get the young gal in the back of the van before the hour finished. I imagined the young couple's conversation and perhaps the gal's reluctance to go any further as the young fellow kept trying to kiss her and she kept squirming. She was obviously still giving him a hand job and she loved every moment of his periodic persistence. I was getting wetter just imagining myself young again when passion was prevalent, readily available but usually unanticipated. I was remembering as a young girl fighting off young boys habitually when they tried to get fresh on dates by taking friendliness to the next step. The couple glanced my way again but I was sure it was unplanned and inadvertent in their moment of passion and lust. I moved away from the window again and then the next time I looked outside they were no longer in the front seat of the van. ***** It had been two years since my husband John passed away. I missed him intensely. He was a good man but our age differences were an issue from the very moment we met because John was 20 years older than I was. I remember him first asking me if I could live without him as he aged and I was still young. I didn't know the day would come so soon but John's death was sudden and unexpected. He was only 57 when he died and I was a widow at 37. John's life was taken when prostate cancer spread fast – it wasn't caught early enough, the doctors told us a few months before John passed. I was still a young woman at 39. I always knew the day would come when John would leave me and I would be alone but the years we had together were worth it. At least that's what I kept telling myself. John and I never had children. I regretted the fact at this moment as I watched this young couple outside my window. They were of an age, if I had had children with John, that they could be mine. As I watched then, I felt as warm and balmy all over again. It had been years since I felt the gentle and loving touch of affection the young couple displayed. Lovemaking with John was wonderful but we were both mature adults when we met, experienced and veteran's at sex unlike the young couple who were still experimenting and finding out what sex was all about. I regressed and thought back to the great lovemaking John and I used to have. We were just always in sync it seemed from our first sexual encounter. John had plenty of women before me and I had a few men myself, but we could just turn each other on by looking at each other and the rest just fell in place until we were worn out, satisfied and nevertheless still wanting more. But, that was over now. I hadn't been with anyone since John died and I really didn't have the desire to start 'dating' again. John and I never wondered what being with someone else would be like. Yes, I was younger and John was lucky but our ages were never a noticeable difference to others. We loved each other. I didn't need security. I had a trust fund from the time I was twelve. John was wealthy and we did the things we wanted. We didn't need security financially or emotionally. We did what we wanted. We always wanted to be with each other although we were only married seven years. Our unity ended too soon. Too early. We loved each other, it never started with an ending, nor had an ending because of the beginning. I continued to speculate and daydream, wondering how long the young couple perhaps knew each other. I wondered if they were married and maybe had children with a babysitter at home as they grabbed a few hours alone together. I wondered if they just met and went for a drive and got distracted. I wondered and conjectured what their lives were like, maybe they were just college students. As I looked up the couple was gone. I could see that they had climbed over to the back end of the van. So the young man's plan had finally worked. The back windows were tinted and now I couldn't see anyone except for some shadows and a little movement as they embraced each other lying down in the back of the van. I was sure they were beginning to make love from my view of the silhouettes I could see through the windows that were steaming up. I finished cleaning the kitchen and changed clothes quickly. I got dressed to run my errands and I thought I would spy on the young couple a bit more if I drove up closer in my car and maybe take a turn the opposite way from where I going to see what they were up to. What was wrong with me? Vicky, you're a grown woman. What exactly is missing in your life that you're so intrigued by a young groping couple outside your window? I was acting like an older horny woman who needed sex and needed it badly or did I just want love again, as John and I shared? I was going to run to the post office and then to the market to get a bottle of wine. A bottle of wine seemed to be my best friend these days. I reminded myself that I had to break this pattern of loneliness and self-comforting and occupy my lonely evenings with something other than self-pity and liquor. However, it was a shitty day, one of many shitty days recently. Mostly, it was another ghastly day with the attorneys. My finances were up in the air because of John's unexpected death and the probate estate wasn't closing fast enough. I was the only heir but the attorneys didn't care how much I needed to settle my financial affairs as they kept sending me gigantic bills each month. The creditors were all complaining and the legal fees kept climbing radically higher and higher. I wondered if I could ever escape all my debts that John had left to me. I locked up the house and my little tan Pekinese, Cheerios, sneaked out the door with me quickly. I let him go out with me and without his leash. I was cheating him from his walks lately and he let me know it. After all, he was lonely, too. He missed John immensely and now it was just Cheerios and me alone with each other. Cheerios was getting old and was hopping on his three good legs. I looked at him and gave him a big hug and said, "Okay, baby cakes, let's go," as he limped along side me with his beaming cheerful eyes, happy that I was finally letting him out of the house. As I drove out of the driveway of my home, I took another peak at the young couple still groping each other in the back of the van, lying together and wresting with each other. The activity seemed more like making love now. I tried not to look but I couldn't help but stare a bit and wonder languidly. The rest of the world was still shut to them and they were just going about their personal business without a care in the world. As I drove away forgetting about them, I glared down the streets. The evening gave the impression that couples were together everywhere. Both young and old, they held hands and were enjoying life up and down the boardwalk. Everyone was enjoying life except me, it seemed. Everyone was in pairs except me and I began to feel sorry for myself once again which seemed a daily happening these days. I was driving my new black BMW that I bought a few months ago to cheer myself up but that didn't even make me feel better at the moment. Neither did the vacation to the French Riviera last month, although I wished I could escape back there right now. I let Cheerios run into the post office and he cheerfully obliged as I let him out without his leash. It was after closing hours so I thought it would be okay and he knew he was getting away with mischief being the cute little doggie he was. I opened my post office box and immediately saw yet another bill from the attorneys. I was beside myself at one more ridiculous and inflated bill. Now, for sure, I would be guzzling down the wine tonight. I tried to take a deep breath and remember that this would all be over soon – or so I hoped. These lawyers. These awful unlawful lawyers. I hated them. I thought there should be a law just for awful lawyers to take accountability to someone. The judges were all lawyers and there were few checks and balances in this legal system of ours. The attorney just ran up the hours doing very little for a colossal fee. They did what they pleased without justifying their actions to anyone. They could get away with it and knew it, running to court as they pleased to postpone or whatever and then just sending their clients a bill. At $295 an hour, it was highway robbery and yet legal. John and I weren't hurting financially when he was alive. But, we didn't expect his life to end so quickly either. After all, both of us were still young when he got ill. We hadn't prepared properly. John's being only 57 when he died – it just wasn't fair. He looked much younger than his age and it was so sad to see a fit and youthful looking man lying in a casket at the funeral. Although, I was only 39 now, I felt like an aged widow as I glanced at myself in the window. People at all stages of their lives embark on new horizons but I thought I was having more difficulty than most. People stay single, or get divorced, or are widowed everyday. But not me. It wasn't what I planned. So soon, so early before I was even 40. Now, here I was a widow, trying to get on with a new life and just survive the memories of the old. I was still very attractive. Red hair, tall, erect tits that were not sagging yet, long legs - but I wasn't feeling very attractive at the moment. I really didn't even notice if a man did look my way anymore. It was frustrating not to know where I stood financially anymore. I shouldn't have bought my BMW or traveled until everything was settled. What if I didn't have enough to keep paying the mortgages on the house? I just didn't want to lose what I had, especially the house. But these attorney bills were killing me. My lifestyle wasn't cheap living in a beach house in the heart of the city, driving a nice car and still not employed, but instead living as a wealthy housewife whose husband was still supporting her. As I returned home and drove back down my street going into my driveway, I saw that the couple in the van had just turned on the motor of their vehicle. I could see their brake lights beam up. "Done," I thought. Done with sex with the whole world moving around them and not giving anyone else a thought. I wanted to disappear and feel the same euphoric way. I immediately turned on the television to have some noise in the house. The quiet drove me nuts these days. Cheerios wanted dinner and he was giving me his pleading, yet thankful eyes for letting him run out with me on my errands. As I looked at what was on the television, it was the New Bachelorette again. I still hadn't gotten enough of the young love of Dehanna and Joey but one more sequel was a bit too much... Then I relaxed and began to watch it. Oh, to be young again. I just didn't want to do anything after I got home. I was feeling brain-dead. I had one more glass of wine and turned off the TV when the New Bachelorette was finished. Everyone is in love but me, I thought to myself. Everyone but me. I wasn't old but I wasn't that young either. There had to be a life out there for me especially if I quit feeling sorry for myself, dwelling on the past and remembering John as if he was here yesterday. He was gone. Gone forever. I missed him and I would always love him. He was my first and only husband and I loved him immeasurably. I would always be "Mrs. John Adams." ***** My friend Sally called a moment later as I was getting ready for bed. Sally and I had known each other for years and she was 13 years older than me. She used to drag me out with her when I was in my twenties and she in her forties. We were both single then and out looking for husbands – especially Sally. I didn't meet John until years later. When Sally had met Tom, he had five kids with still a young one still at home. I was surprised when Sally became a stepmother, never having any kids of her own. We still joke about how she had a recipe for a hard-boiled egg. Tom had to teach her how to cook and she still isn't the greatest cook today, but she goes through the motions. These days, Sally was getting on my nerves. You must get on with your life, Vicky. You're a young woman. Jump on the horse again. Have a little fun. What did Sally know? She still had a husband who was alive. She had five stepchildren. Sally kept nagging me to go out on a date with Tom's friend, Ron. Ron was supposedly a professor and that frightened me. A professor. What would I want with a professor? Of course, both Sally and Tom were professors. I knew the personalities of educators especially K-12, and it wasn't appealing to me to date a teacher. Well, maybe a professor would be different because most of them had other jobs during the day if they were not tenured at a University like Sally and Tom. Some of these thoughts went back to when I used to be a teacher - before I met John. When I first met Sally, we taught high school together. Sally and I became friends and I met Tom one night when we were out bar hopping. Sally was 42 then and I was in my twenties when she married. Tom was 47 and twice divorced. Sally had no right acting like I didn't have a life anymore. I was a widow now and I needed to mourn. And when the day comes, I mimicked to myself, and Sally needs my support, I'll think of the present day grudgingly. As I continued speaking to Sally, I was half listening. "Saturday night, OKAY, I'll go out with Ron Saturday night. Have Ron call me and now leave me alone, Sally!" Oh, my goodness, I agreed to go out on a date. The wine was already starting to take effect and I had lost my inhibitions and willpower in combating Sally's persistence. It was just easier to give in to her but I knew I would regret it in the morning. "Great, you'll love him Vicky. He may not be John, but it will get you out. I'll give him your telephone number!" Ron called a few times. I was bored with the conversations but he seemed like a nice enough guy. He was divorced twice with three children and told me he wanted to remarry again. REMARRY? What kind of man admits to wanting to get married especially at the beginning of a relationship or before the first date? YUCK! That Saturday night, I agreed to go out on a date with Ron. He was probably a nice enough guy although I was determined not to give him a chance. Then, it turned out that he wasn't a professor or a trainer as he had said over the phone originally. He was a high school teacher. I hoped he wouldn't act like one of his students like other male high school teachers I had known. I had nothing against teachers. Just some of them never seemed to experience the real world, just rules, bells and discipline. Both men and women. Going out with Ron was the first date I had gone on since John died. I wasn't ready to start dating again and the poor guy wouldn't have a chance regardless but I was still nervous. I agreed to meet him at the house. Since he was a friend of Sally's and Tom's, I thought he would be safe enough. I went to Nordstrom's the day before and bought a new outfit. I didn't own any dating clothes. I didn't know what women were even wearing anymore on dates. I had some dresses from when John and I would go out to business dinners but I didn't' have any casual dating clothes. A Summer Love Well, I figured I should wear something at least low-cut. We were going out to lunch at the beach so I didn't want to be too dressed up but just a little intimidating just in case. I bought a low cut blue t-shirt, a pair of black cotton slacks and a colorful jacket that would go with anything. My clothes would look good sitting at a beachside table at the Chocolate Cake Factory where we were going. They had great food. We could watch the boats off the patio in Marina Del Rey. Just in case, I needed something to hide the cleavage a bit, I would be prepared and still looked sophisticated in my summer jacket. I went for a manicure and a pedicure the day before. I had even been neglecting myself with the little luxuries like the salon lately. "Don't you want a bikini wax, Vicky?" asked Tanya the stylist. "They do them upstairs." "No, I'm not married," I replied. "You don't have to be married these days, sweetie," said Tanya and I nodded my head again annoyingly and said, "I don't have a boyfriend either." "You don't have to have a boy...." and as she continued, I walked away, said goodbye and left the salon. No, I wasn't going to have sex with Sally's friend or Tom's friend. It was just a luncheon date. I wasn't interested in sex anyway. Not now, at least. After I got my new hair cut, I thought I'd heat up the curlers before I went out with Ron. Curling hair is probably out, I thought. Red nail polish probably is, too. I didn't' care. Anyway, I curled my hair a bit and by the time Ron arrived, I was exhausted. I had cleaned the house the day before too, "just in case." With all the shopping and primping, I was drained. I was almost too tired to go out with this new guy. Where was my hope? I needed my hope back. I needed my hope back badly and soon before I opened the door with a frown on my face. It was a long holiday weekend. I had been sulking for weeks about what I was going to do on the Fourth of July weekend. I needed this date. I needed this date to cheer me up or the weekend would be a waste anyway. When I opened the door, Ron wasn't exactly what I had expected. He had mentioned all the property he owned and talked about his Lexus so I thought he would be a little bit more sophisticated than he was. But, after all, he was a high school teacher. No, Ron wasn't sophisticated in the least. I was cursing Sally at the nerve of her setup. What was wrong with Sally and Tom? Ron had mentioned that his doctor said he needed to lose about 20 pounds. Well, looking at this man standing in front of me at the door in a black shirt, slightly overworn navy blue shorts, black socks and black tennis shoes and died reddish brown hair; I thought he needed to lose more like 60 pounds and take a reality check. But, didn't we all? "Vicky, you're just being a bitch – lighten up," whispered Sally's voice in my inner ear. "Ready to go, honey?" asked Ron. "I am. Let me lock up the house," replied Vicky. 'HONEY. Don't call me honey teacher man.' I locked up and popped into Ron's Lexus. I was hoping the afternoon would be over fast. We ordered and I had to order a couple of glasses of wine although Ron said he didn't drink when he drove. Cheapskate. HE didn't drink when he drove. At lunch, Ron cleaned off every inch of his plate. Three fish tacos, rice, corn and beans, and I'm sure he thought he was ordering a diet plate. After all, he did substitute the two of the three taco tortillas for the chips for his side dishes to dip. All that food would have absorbed a few drinks. The afternoon was pleasant enough and Ron was actually a nice guy. But I wasn't used to nice guys. John was a good man but I was sure in his early days, he would have been a bastard and a womanizer. When I met him, John had surely mellowed out and that was why I was why I became attracted to an older man. Afterwards, Ron had told Sally that he thought I was bored on our date. Oh, really? "I wasn't bored, Sally. I wasn't bored at all. Ron is welcome to call or he can invite us all over for a barbecue and we can bring the salads because I'm sure he's a better cook than the both of us! But, you know Sally, some men are just looking for women they can never have or have to be bought." I didn't comment on Ron's chubby figure. Ron couldn't have been bored. I felt like saying that when he wasn't ogling down my blouse, he was eating like a whale or he was looking at younger women which was just plain rude no matter how different we were. We were on a date together. "Vicky, you need to give Ron a chance." "I thought I just told you I'd give him another chance, Sally." Lucky for me, I never heard from Ron again and lucky for me. Hopefully, Sally's husband didn't know any more single, available or 'educated' men. The phone did ring a few more times that week with messages from Sally but I didn't return the messages. I was hoping she'd get the hint eventually and I guess she finally did. I needed time for myself and I needed to pick out my own men and decide on my own 'fling' if that was what I wanted. ***** A few weeks later, I started going to the gym and cutting back on the wine most nights. I was a little out of shape but I still had a great figure and I thought my mental outlook needed more shaping up than anything else. The more I exercised and got out, the more my attitude improved. Watching the hot hunky young men at my workouts wasn't hurting either. Now I was the one ogling and slobbering all over. There was this guy Nick who was my professional trainer. Nick was about 15 years younger than me; about 6 feet 2 inches tall and well built. Did I say well built? He was always tanned and I was always attracted to men with black hair and who were muscular. I couldn't really relate to the twenties generation and their tattoos, the lingo, and their irresponsibility. But I couldn't fault them for enjoying their youth either. But tattoos. I just didn't get that when in third world countries, tattoos are a sort of branding of a person documenting history and origin. Some tattoos carried generations of hate. I just know this generation branding their beautiful bodies would regret it later like war veterans had in the past. I'd listen to these guys and laugh. "Man, there's a 'hot' chick, Dude." "Totes, dude, there are lots of them here." What was with this acronymic generation? What ever happened to just the word "totally" or actually "laughing out loud." Nick seemed different and a more mature than the other guys his age. I was curious about him. He had a couple of tattoos but they were well placed. I did sort of like the arm band tattoo and when he pressed his arms up, the tattoo showed around his upper arm. During our workouts I would get distracted. I could just picture him lying on my bed, arms pressed against the pillow, watching TV and maybe then me giving him a blowjob. As we spent more and more sessions together, I imagined making love to Nick. That particular night, I rushed out of the gym to stop by the grocery store. Before putting the groceries away and changing clothes, I lay on the bed to relax a minute before hopping in the shower. I looked outside at the sound of man's voice. Not the voice of John again, I hoped. "Nick, what are you doing here?" I asked. "I saw you at Albertson's and you left this bag in your buggy before I could catch up to you so I just followed you home." "Oh, you shouldn't have...I was just going to put the groceries away and hop in the shower, Nick." "Stay just as you are, Vicky." "I need to take a shower, really and then I'll pour you a glass of wine. I'm all sticky and icky. Do you like red or white?" "No, you're look just fine." As Nick moved towards me massaging my shoulders, he lifted up my chin and began kissing me passionately. I didn't know what to say. This was completely unexpected. I just kissed him back. Then Nick lifted my shirt over my shoulders and took my shirt off over my head while nibbling on my ears and butterfly kissing my neck. "You're beautiful, Vicky." "No, Nick, really - I need to take a shower." "Not yet". Nick pulled my sports bra over my head next and just stared at my breasts while fondling the right one and then the left one. His gentle fondling got me excited and then he began to fondle each nipple so soothingly that my pussy was pulsating and getting effervescently wet. "You're beautiful, Vicky. You have such striking red hair, such a beautiful face and your tits are so lip smacking. They're so full and voluptuous." Nick began rolling his thumb around one nipple with his other hand reaching down my stomach and giving me goose bumps. You abs are getting tight and look model perfect from all our workouts, Vicky. Nick kept kissing me fervently and ardently. I hadn't been kissed so passionately in over two years. He kissed me warmly and enthusiastically like the young couple I had so breathlessly watched a few weeks earlier outside my kitchen window. As I pulled away again to go take a shower, Nick pulled me closer to him and I could feel his large cock grinding into my pelvis. "I need to take a shower, Nick." "You will babe, soon enough. You're just striking. I can't linger another minute. He grabbed my hand and rubbed it over his stiff cock." I wanted him. What was holding me back? I was a free woman. I was a woman in need. As Nick reached down my shorts, I began to quiver. I was cold from working out and still in my damp sweaty clothes from the gym which didn't seem to bother Nick. His touch was spreading warmth swiftly covering my body from head to toe. I was getting sodden as Nick probed my moist pussy with his finger over the top of my panties and then entering my pussy from the side of my panties. I was a bit soaked for other reasons during our training session and I was embarrassed that he could feel how lubricated I was. As Nick inserted his finger into me further down into my pussy and under my panties, I began to tremble and my pussy beat little thumps back and forth from lip to lip of my labia. I came immediately like a virgin teenage girl. I couldn't control myself any further. I tried but I felt paralyzed. Nick kept kissing me and caressing my back and my inner thighs. It's been so long, Nick. Not yet Nick, please not yet. Don't make love to me yet. We should wait. I just can't yet. Upon deaf ears, Nick ignored me again. As he turned me around and turned me over, he pulled down my shorts at once down to my ankles and I was speechless and numbed. He yanked off my panties in a moment of nervousness but strength and assurance. As he threw my clothes on the floor, he rubbed his strong hands on top of my buttocks slipping a finger in my pussy and running it down the line of my cheeks. As he laid me on the bed, his tongue entered my pussy, licking it delicately, thrusting it in and out to my awakening of feelings I hadn't felt in such a long time. "Don't stop Nick, I said. Please don't stop but I don't think a sound came out of my mouth. "Touch yourself, Vicky," he whispered, and before I knew it, I was cumming and Nick was inside me as he throttled me upward and downward and I was orgasming uncontrollably, pulsating, screaming, pulling him off of me and wallowing in ecstasy. He still didn't cum and he had so much vigor and power and control. I'm almost there. Don't stop, don't stop. Keep going. Don't cum yet. Nick muffled my mouth with his hand when I began to speak. He pulled out of me and lifted my legs into the air as I wrapped them around his neck. He probed me deeper and more forcefully. I could tell that his cock was getting longer and thicker filling up my vagina. He kept pushing himself into me and his cock got harder and more rigid, unyielding to the weakness of my pussy. I was screaming for relief but I kept pushing my pussy into him deeper and deeper, getting wetter and wetter, wanting more and more with an insatiable desire to collapse and give into the sensations my body was trying to relieve itself from, the anxiety, the solitude that I had felt in the last couple of years.. As Nick was plunging into my cavernous hole bottomlessly, he was still able to reach up to my tits and he started squeezing my nipples. At first it hurt, and then I relaxed. "You have great tits baby. You're going to enjoy this ride baby. Just relax." I was helpless. I had no control. I quit fighting for my independence. Then Nick pulled out of me to my frustration. "Why are you stopping, Nick?" but again no words came out. As he was, massaging my clit, I felt like I was lathered with a bar of wet soap. I was soaking wet, frustrated and wanting more. Nick's tongue was in my ass now as he kept playing with my clit. I was orgasming again and I didn't know where. He probed my ass with his finger, switching from jutting his tongue in and out of my ass. "Stick your ass up in the air baby," so I pushed my ass up as high as I could on command. As he entered me, I thought his cock was in my ass but I couldn't tell anymore. Nick yelled out a deep sigh finally cumming inside me and as he pulled out, I collapsed on my stomach in a deep slumber. He had earned that climax but he didn't forget about me first. "Had enough yet baby?" but I still never heard a word. I must have dozed off. Was that really Nick? Where did he disappear to? No, that was only a dream. I looked at the clock and more than an hour had gone by. I didn't feel like taking a shower before I left the gym because I was a little overheated and I wanted to make the daydreaming continue as I left the gym that night. Was that only daydreaming? Well, I couldn't think about it anymore. I hopped in the shower and went to sleep that nigh without eating after I finally put the groceries away. I didn't feel hungry, I just felt fulfilled. Relieved and contented. I was still breathless. ***** When I went to the gym a couple days later, Nick asked if something was bothering me because of the way I looked at him. I couldn't look him straight in the eye and I certainly couldn't tell him what was on my mind, what he had done to me in my dreams, how he had made me cum ecstatically and made me feel like a woman again, a desired and prized and special woman. "Nothing, Nick! I just have a lot of things on my mind and I REALLY need this workout today to relieve the stress." "Let's get busy, then, Vicky. Hop on that treadmill and get warmed up." I think I was ready for a man in my life again. I would start looking seriously tomorrow. Or maybe the day after. Vicky realized that the romance hadn't yet started but the memories had. "Nick, we come from different worlds, you and I. Already, I miss your gentle touch and you don't even know it. I will miss you often. But I am invisible. You are part of my imagination. You are a fantasy. I am a fantasy. I am only in your mind. Should our paths meet again, we will never find the time to make our love a reality. Life gets in the way of that. Ever so quickly. This is just the way it is - conditions, expectations from others and what we are willing to give up." I looked up and Nick was staring at me as if he had read my mind.