1 comments/ 17865 views/ 0 favorites Making Up For Lost Time Ch. 01 By: Badwolf123 There was a twinkling flash of recognition in her eyes, "I know you ...", Jeff thought to himself. It only took a fraction of a second to realise who she was, and his face broke into a smile – just as her lips broke into the cheeky grin he remembered so well. But the real smile was in her eyes. He paid for his purchase at the checkout, hardly taking his eyes from her – almost as if she'd disappear if he did. He waited a few seconds for her to pay for whatever she'd bought and she walked the few feet to him, looking up still grinning. She still looked great – a few more lines on her face, and certainly a few extra pounds – but nothing to spoil those curves too much. Her hair was short and blonde – just like it used to be, though the cut was more elegant. But those laughing eyes were the real killer. For some reason he felt nervous about the brief peck on the cheek and hug that he gave her. They babbled to each other about how long it had been, but he broke her off. "Look", he said, "I've got to see my Bank Manager – it won't take more than ten or fifteen minutes. Are you hanging around? I'll buy you a coffee and we'll catch up properly". He hoped she couldn't detect the nervousness in his voice, or the delight he felt when she agreed to meet him in Starbucks in half an hour. He was through with his bank manager in no time, and was sipping his latte on one of the comfortable couches ten minutes before she was due. "Jenny Green", he thought to himself. How long had it been? Nearly 25 years since he had reported for his first day at a new job. She was his boss's PA and collected him from the HR department. Yes, she was thinner then he recalled, as he pictured her - pink blouse, grey skirt just above the knee, fantastic legs in sensible-ish shoes – just a small heel. He remembered following her, making small talk as they walked through the building that seemed to be a maze to him, which would be his working home for the next couple of years. He smiled to himself as he remembered wondering if she was wearing stockings or something less interesting? He smiled again as he realised it would take him the best part of six months to find out the answer. At that time Jeff had been married for about 3 years, and he had been faithful to his wife. Their marriage had got past the frantic sex stage, and had settled down into regular, if not particularly adventurous lovemaking. Although they had discussed kids, his wife had a good career, and so the two brilliant children that were to come were a few years off. Jeff remembered that job 25 years ago with great fondness. He had always found it easy to get on with people, especially women, having two sisters and no brothers saw to that. So over the first few months of his employment he had made many new friends, several of them women. The company was growing rapidly and so there were always new people to welcome, and promotions or inter departmental moves to celebrate. Hardly a week passed without there being some reason to go to the pub at lunchtime. Over that first few months he found himself increasingly in Jenny's company at such events; not because he was plotting anything, and he was fairly sure she wasn't either, it was just that they got on so well together. One of the reasons would be quite familiar to just about anyone nowadays, but in the mid 80's this company was quite advanced. Every employee had e-mail. It had started with Jenny sending him a mail one day, to ask him to mention to one of his colleagues that his flies were undone. It caused great amusement and knowing smiles, as they shared the private joke. The e-mails between them started from that day as a trickle, it soon became a stream and finally a river. Jeff was sure, looking back and thinking about it, that there had been some days when they had got hardly any work done – just a steady flow of e-mails. It was a good job they were both very good at their jobs and could get away with it. He recalled the day it had started. At about eleven an e-mail popped into his inbox, and Jenny announced she was starving – she had left home late that morning and missed breakfast. Almost without thinking he suggested they go for an early lunch – he said he'd take her to one of the pubs, away from the staff restaurant. The reply was rapid and affirmative, and at twelve on the dot they left together. It was approaching Christmas, and her blouses had given way to sweaters – today's was red, with a high roll neck, but as was the style in the 80's, it was quite tight fitting and accentuated her perfect breasts. Not too big and not too small he thought, a perfect handful. She also had on a fairly conservative grey skirt – perhaps a little shorter than she usually wore. The question of what she wore on her legs flashed through is mind again, as he was hoping for a glimpse and a clue in the next hour or so. But before his memories could progress any further, the 25 years older Jenny walked in. No skirt today though – the jeans showed she still had a great body. An expensive leather jacket, a white T shirt and a knotted red silk scarf showed she still had great taste, and she looked elegant and casual at the same time. He bought her a cappuccino and they agreed to split a blueberry muffin. The next hour was effortless and a huge amount of fun – as they remembered life in the 80's and caught up with where their old colleagues were. At one point she'd got up to take off her jacket, and he saw her boobs were definitely bigger – no doubt as a result of the two (now at university) children he learned she had. He thanked his lucky stars she didn't have anything low cut on, because he knew that if she had, his conversation would have been with those fantastic breasts – they looked superb even if hidden in a T shirt and bra. As it was, her smiling, blue eyes were the focus of his attention (well, most of the time). As they left the shop, he joked that nothing had changed, as she had eaten well over half the muffin. She smiled and said that next week, they'd have to buy two. "Next week?" "Yeah, I'll be here next week – there's no way I'm going to risk not seeing you for another 25 years, so you'd better be here too!", she hugged him, gave him a kiss on the cheek, grinned and left him standing there as she walked over to her silver Audi A3. As he waved her off and walked towards his BMW, he couldn't believe how alive he felt. His senses seemed so acute, as he recalled her touch, her smell, her giggle – Jenny Green seemed to have come back into his life with a bang. "Where would it all end up?" he mused as he put his car into drive and moved off. The next few days were fairly hectic for Jeff professionally, and so he didn't have much time to think further about his Wednesday afternoon encounter, or indeed about next Wednesday. The weekend was typically hectic too, and it was Monday before he found himself with free time. His mind drifted back those 25 years to that lunch date he had been thinking about earlier in the week. As they left the building he remembered being surprised as she casually, as if it was a thing that happened everyday, linked his arm and walked close to him, as she continued the conversation. He remembered not having the faintest idea what she was talking about as all he could think of was her closeness, her intoxicating smell and the warmth of her hand, and the way his heart had changed gear! The butterflies in his stomach had strangely chosen that moment to wage war on his insides – and they were winning. He tried to calm himself down thinking it was just a meaningless gesture, but he knew otherwise as soon as he made eye contact with those laughing eyes that suddenly seemed to be smiling a bit more seductively. They ate and drank, talked and laughed, and it seemed the most natural gesture in the world when Jeff started stroking Jenny's hand. When they left and got in his car, he couldn't wait any longer, but put his arm round her shoulders and gently pulled her towards him and he kissed her very gently. "I've been waiting months to do that", he whispered. "I know, and so have I – been waiting months for you to do that", she grinned as she pulled his lips to hers again for a much deeper, and more sensual kiss. His right arm moved up and went round her back. He felt like a sixteen year old having his first snog – this was only the second woman he had kissed meaningfully since he had met his wife – his hand moved round and brushed her left breast. She moaned as he cupped it, and started to caress it, then he felt the nipple grow harder – even through her bra and sweater – as his thumb made little circles round it. His hand slipped down until he felt the material change from the wool of her sweater to the material of her skirt. He started back then, but this time it was her warm, bare skin that his hand was running along, until he reached the material of her bra. "I wonder what colour it is?" he mused as his hand felt the perfect roundness, and her kissing intensified at his touch. As his hand slipped underneath it and lifted it over her breast she moaned again, then let out a small grunt of approval (he hoped it was approval at least) as his thumb flicked her nipple. He couldn't believe how long it felt, and desperately wanted to suck and nip it with his mouth. Just as he was thinking about that there was a huge burst of laughter as a bunch of office workers fell out of the pub after a Christmas lunch. Looking back, Jeff remembered how he and Jenny sprang apart and looked very sheepish, though no-one even gave them a second look. "I think we'd better get back", she said adjusting her clothing. Although they held hands all the way back, they hardly exchanged a word, each of them deep in their own thoughts. As they got back into work, they went their separate ways and because Jeff had back to back meetings, it was 5 o'clock before he got back to his desk. He looked across to Jenny, but the desk was empty and tidied up. He asked where she'd gone and someone said she'd gone home early because she was sick. All these years later he could still remember the sinking feeling – convinced he had blown it and lost a great friend for the sake of a quick grope. The next couple of days were agony. Each morning he felt sick with anticipation, but Jenny failed to return and Jeff was sure it was because of him. Looking back he smiled at how much easier things would be now – but 25 years ago there were no mobile phones, no text messaging, and no internet or e-mail. He had no idea of her address, and didn't know her home phone number. He had no way to find out what was going on. Then late on Friday afternoon his phone rang and it was her – at least, the croaky voice announced itself as Jenny! He recalled being over the moon on two counts – firstly to hear from her, and secondly because she was obviously really unwell and not deliberately avoiding him. He instantly felt genuine guilt that he was pleased she was ill – it had another bonus though, and he told her straight away how sexy her new voice was. She giggled, and then burst into a coughing fit, as he told her that he had been worried she was avoiding him. She croaked a laugh and told him what an idiot he was, and that the few minutes in the pub car park was all she'd thought about in the past 48 hours. His mind and stomach were doing somersaults as she'd described feeling almost disoriented, just like he did. She couldn't talk long as her mum had decided to come and act as nurse while she was ill, but she did say the doctor had said she would probably be off for a while yet. The next week dragged by. Wednesday was the Office Christmas Party, but he left early as all he could think about was what it would have been like if Jenny had been there. He would probably have left early then too – but not for the same reason! Friday was December 21st – so because Christmas Eve was on Monday (and everyone only worked half a day), this was the last day before the holidays for a lot of people, as they had decided it wouldn't be worth coming in for half a day on the following Monday, and they would have a nice long holiday. Jeff recalled that weekend before Christmas – hiss had come down and it was relaxed but busy. And because his wife's parents were around, it was also a weekend with no sex. Karen, his wife was never relaxed when they were around and was always worried about being overheard in their small house. So it was a frustrated Jeff that rolled up for his last half day before the holidays on Monday morning. The frustration lasted a nano-second as the first person he saw when he walked in was Jenny. The butterflies re-started their battle with his stomach wall, and he didn't know how he resisted the temptation to give her a huge hug. The morning flashed by in a flurry of e-mails between the two of them, on every topic under the sun. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about. Lunchtime came, everyone wished each other a Happy Christmas, and Jeff and Jenny grabbed a couple of sandwiches and drinks and set off in separate cars to a quiet spot in the countryside a couple of miles from the office. Jenny skipped over and got into Jeff's car and before he could even say anything she had grabbed his neck and kissed him eagerly. Her tongue drove into his mouth and he responded with almost frantic passion. Then she broke off as she realised he was trying not to laugh: "What?" she asked. Jeff imagined the stupid ear to ear grin he must have had on his face. "Well, if you're still contagious I'm going to have a really fun Christmas and New Year!" They hugged and the lunch never got eaten. Very soon they found themselves at the point where they had been two weeks earlier. Jeff's right hand was gently caressing her smooth skin, and she moaned as her left nipple sprang up under his tender touch. She eased her back away from the car seat as he gently pulled her sweater up to allow him clear access to those perfect breasts. She closed her eyes and sighed as his left hand played with one nipple and he gently kissed and flicked the other with his tongue. "You have the most sensational nipples I have ever seen", he managed to say despite what his mouth was doing. She held his head tight, and said it was nothing to do with her, just what was being done to them. She started to undo his shirt buttons and slipped a hand inside and stroked his chest and back – as Jeff went from nipple to nipple to mouth in a series of wet, intense kisses. Jenny's hand moved down his chest to his stomach, slowly stroking the area below his navel. He instinctively held in his stomach, causing a gap between his skin and his waistband – a gap that Jenny's hand eased its way into. It was Jeff's turn to grunt approval as she caressed the area, then withdrew her hand and fumbled for his belt. At the same time his hand slipped down to where the hem of her skirt rested against her thigh – and slowly, with gentle, circular, caressing movements his hand moved up to the point where his question from months ago was answered. Stockings! He stopped as he came to the bare flesh. He withdrew his lips from hers and looked at her twinkling eyes. "I gather you approve", she grinned, "because they are just for you. And this is for me!" she smiled as her hand reached inside his boxers and grasped his rapidly stiffening cock. "Oh ... my ...God, it feels even bigger than I had imagined!" she mumbled as she pulled his lips to hers and slowly started to move her hand. At the same time his hand moved further up her leg until it came to some silky French knickers. "Can life get any better?" Jeff thought, as his fingers kept moving up inside the loose silk underwear. He became rock hard as he felt her legs part, and she wriggled her bottom to give him easier access. His thumb brushed over her pubic hair as his index finger danced along her slit and against her clit. Jenny moaned her approval, and started to push her pelvis forward to force his finger into her. Jeff could not believe how wet she felt and how easily his fingers slipped into her. At the same time, Jenny's breathing got more rapid and uneven as she started to wank his cock harder. Then it happened again. This time it wasn't revellers coming out of the pub, but a Renault Espace that came into the small, secluded car park. Jeff could still feel the panic 25 years later that they would be seen, or that it would be someone they knew. They got away with it on both counts, and looked almost respectable by the time mum, dad, three kids and two dogs got noisily out of the car opposite and headed down one of the paths into the leafless, winter woodland. "I guess we should be going" she announced unenthusiastically, "my mum and dad, and Kev and his parents will be wondering where I've got to." As Jeff sank into her eyes and told her he was really going to miss her over the next week, he held her tight, kissed her gently and stroked her cheek. The sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, and the tightness in his chest intensified as he watched her get into her car, turn and smile, and blow him a kiss. Jeff drove home with his mind all over everywhere – as he turned into his drive and parked next to hiss' car, he wondered how he had got home, because the last thing he had been thinking about was driving. He went in and with the briefest acknowledgement of their greetings, he dashed into the bathroom. He dived into the shower to remove any hint of Jenny's presence. The smell of her juices on his right hand was incredibly strong, and he felt a kind of regret as he thoroughly cleaned his fingers. Even after that and a putting on fresh clothes he was sure that Karen or her parents would find some trace of Jenny or her perfume, but his guilt was undiscovered. Christmas was fun and relaxing. He had always got on with Karen's parents, and in the excitement of the holiday season no-one seemed to notice Jeff was quiet for the first couple of days. As the holiday went on he began to feel more and more that what had happened with Jenny was somehow not quite real. He recalled that final few days before his return to work after the New Year celebrations. Karen's parents had been replaced by his parents, who left early on New Year's Day. Jeff had been hoping to spend the rest of the day in bed with Karen, making up for lost time. But her period had started, and that made sex a definite "No No" as far as Karen was concerned. If Jeff had been frustrated when he got to work the previous week, then he was in a very bad way now as he went into the building. The pent up sexual energy was compounded by the feeling of anxiety and anticipation and he couldn't wait to see Jenny again. As soon as he saw her, Jeff picked up the vibes – something was wrong. Something was very wrong! Something had happened over the holiday, and things had changed. Jeff's memories from all those years ago were rudely interrupted by the chirping of his mobile phone. In a funny sort of way he was relieved, because the next part of the story saddened him a little, even after all this time. The call was handled easily enough but he started to busy himself with his company accounts, and the situation from over 20 years ago was cleaned out from his mind. Tuesday passed slowly and he found he couldn't get to sleep that night, his stomach churning at the prospect of seeing Jenny again tomorrow. Lying awake, with Karen quietly breathing beside him, his thoughts returned to his old workplace over two decades ago, and that disastrous start to the New Year. "Jenny's going to Switzerland!" announced Stephie, one of Jeff's colleagues. "What, on a skiing holiday?" he asked. "No, you idiot, to LIVE – isn't that brilliant?" Jeff could vaguely recall congratulating her, whilst trying to cover up his mixture of shock, horror and disappointment. In return, her eyes were saying "sorry" to him, and she whispered that they'd have to talk later. During the course of the morning it emerged that Kev had been offered a brilliant job in a lab in Geneva, and they would be gone by the end of the month. But his thoughts that they'd have a last month together were dashed when he found out she was taking the leave she was owed and would be gone at the end of the next week. Making Up For Lost Time Ch. 01 "I'm so sorry", she said and he could see genuine sadness in her eyes, as they sat in his car at lunchtime. The car park they had shared with the Renault Espace a few days ago was like Piccadilly Circus, there were so many comings and goings. "At least we'll have a few more days", he mused as he held her close to him. He could see her eyes moisten and he looked at her, questioning with his eyes ... "We won't even have that", she sobbed," I did a travel request for you just before lunch. Nigel is sending you to Head Office for 2 weeks – you leave for Denver tomorrow". Normally a two week trip to Denver in January would have put him on top of the world. It meant a free weekend or two skiing at Aspen or Breckenridge – but right now it was the last thing he wanted. Jeff felt completely devastated – this was probably the last time he and Jenny would ever be alone together. They didn't speak, there was no frantic groping – neither wanted the pain of a sexual encounter in the current circumstances. It was clear that they just both felt very sad at the prospect of something unfinished. And that's where they'd left it – half a lifetime ago. Jeff smiled as he turned over in bed, ready at last for sleep. He put his arm around his wife, who moved in her sleep and snuggled to him. He felt warmth and love toward her that only comes after years of marriage, but the passion and the feelings that made his heart race, were all for Jenny. As he slowly drifted to sleep, he wondered if there was the possibility of finishing something that had started almost a quarter of a century earlier. The next morning he skipped breakfast, the lack of hunger was entirely due to the anticipation of his meeting in the afternoon. The morning dragged by and at last it was time to leave the office. He drove across town, parked up, walked round the corner in the warm sunshine and got to Starbuck's a little early. Jeff sat down in the same place as last week, and kept half an eye on the door. She looked fantastic as she confidently strode into the shop. Pale lilac shirt, one of those flimsy, summery skirts that rested just above her knee, which went perfectly with her shirt. She perched her sunglasses on the top of her head, smiled and kissed him briefly on the lips. The undone buttons were just right – showing enough cleavage to turn heads without making her look like a tart. Her suntanned legs also looked terrific – the only disappointment for Jeff was that they didn't need stockings! "It's a gorgeous day, - let's go for a walk." It was more a command than a suggestion, and certainly one he wasn't going to ignore. "I know the perfect place!" Jenny announced as they headed for her car. Once in the car she set off, and having got through the gears her hand moved across and held his. "Do you remember the last time we were alone together in a car?" she asked. "Hmm, funny you say that ...I was thinking about it just last night in bed." "It was months before I stopped thinking about you, you know. All through that first year in Switzerland I kept wondering what it would have been like – oh, and I was also cursing you for the lost time, because you were so slow to take the hints." "But you were married! Crumbs! I was married! I'd never done anything like that before, and most of all I didn't want to do something stupid and lose you as a friend." Jenny smiled at that, and he knew that had earned him some points in her mind. He looked out of the window, and started to chuckle. "I gather you've realised where we're going," she grinned and those eyes sparkled with mischief. "Yeah, next left I think and the car park is about half a mile on the right!" His right hand left hers and rested on her thighs, making small, light, circular movements. Each one raised the hem of that flimsy skirt a bit higher, showing more of her thigh. She squirmed uncomfortably, and announced quietly that if Jeff didn't stop that in the next 15 minutes, she would have to throw him out of the car! It had changed a bit in the 25 years since the encounter with the Espace. The trees were older – and of course they had leaves, unlike the last time. She turned off the ignition and put her hand on his – looking him in the eye, and she sternly said it was time to go for a walk. Jeff smiled, as there was a lot less conviction in her voice than she had intended, he took his opportunity and put his hand round the back of her head, and gently pulled her toward him for a long, soft kiss. She was a bit hesitant at first, and then he felt her body relax into it, and their tongues met in a kiss more passionate than Jeff had known for years. "I've waited 25 years to do that again", he whispered. She let out a soft giggle of recognition at the phrase. Jeff found it hard to believe that she remembered the details as much as he did. Especially considering all he had forgotten in that time! She pulled away from him and said "Walk!", and with a grin added "before I rip off your clothes!" "In that case I'm not sure I want to go!" But his words fell on deaf ears as Jenny was already half out of the car. They set off down one of the paths, and he instinctively went to hold her hand. But she immediately pulled it away. In the next fraction of a second a whole series of fears sprang into Jeff's head, and panic went through his whole body – gripping his stomach in a vice. So this was going to be the "just friends" talk he had feared. Jenny though, instead, grabbed his arm and hugged it with both of hers, so that she was very close to him as they strolled between the trees. "I was going to try and broach the subject of how you feel about me", she smiled, "but I think that kiss rather gave it away. I don't know what's going to happen, and I don't know how far this is going to go, but I do know that I have thought about hardly anything else since last week." Jeff stopped walking, and turned her so she was facing him, then he reached up and gently held her face. He looked into the depths of her eyes for a moment, then for the second time his lips met hers. They were oblivious to the outside world as his hands roamed around her back and she caressed his neck. After what seemed like forever, he started move his hand to where her shirt met her skirt. As his fingers inched into the waistband, she pulled back and firmly said "No!" Then she whispered an added "Not here". Jeff instantly understood, and notched up another brownie point by agreeing. "I know, we've waited 25 years, and a fumble with you bending over some tree in the woods with your knickers round your ankles your skirt round your waist and your tits swaying from your open shirt would be a pretty cheap way to go on." Though as he said it, the image of her pale bottom, that he still hadn't seen in the flesh, with his cock sliding in and out of her pussy that he had only felt and also not seen, was making him rock hard. From the slightly glazed look in her eyes, Jeff realised that Jenny's thoughts were also imagining the scene, and what that cock, that had felt so big all those years ago, would feel like sliding into her. "Damn right!" she nodded as she grabbed his neck and they started another slow, sensual kiss. The barking of the excited Golden Labrador puppy was what finally dragged them apart. They both burst out laughing as the dog, followed by its owner rounded the corner ahead of them. "We're doomed! It'll never happen anyway!" she laughed. "There'll always be someone – I'm sure if we got a hotel room there'd be a bloody fire alarm". "Of course there would be", he agreed in a serious voice," all because of the heat of our passion." "Oh my god, I'd forgotten how crap your jokes were, I had thought they may have improved over time but no such luck," and she hugged his arm again and they walked on. As ever, their conversation was far ranging, always interesting and always fun. By the time they got back to the car, they had talked about everything under the sun, apart from what they both really wanted to talk about. When and where. Instead of getting into the car they leaned against it in the late summer afternoon sun. The warmth of the metal giving their bodies a warm glow that was reflected in their mood. In the middle of a conversation about whether Eric Bana was right for the part of Henry in the Time Traveller's Wife, and whether the film would do the book justice, he turned to her and out of the blue tentatively asked: "Can you get away?" She sighed, smiled: "I think so", and immediately put her arm round him and gave him a hug that clearly meant "Definitely!", though he sensed it would be harder for her than him. Jeff was frequently away for one or two nights every couple of weeks on business. She said a friend of hers who had moved to Norwich kept asking her to go and visit. Her plan was to do just that, but tag a day at the end or beginning when she could meet Jeff. "That's a deal then", he nodded his approval – and he held both her hands in his, and looked into those eyes and kissed her again. As they headed back to where his car was parked, they agreed to keep in touch by e-mail and text message. Once again on the journey back, his hand was on her thigh and slowly stroking her – whilst playfully raising the hem of her skirt. When there was a good 12 inches of suntanned thigh exposed, and another inch would have meant she would be showing him her underwear for the first time in almost a quarter of a century, she put her hand on his and announced that if he wanted to see more, he was going to have to wait. "I knew all along you were just a tease", was Jeff's comment as she parked the car. Her response was to slowly ease her skirt up her thighs, until her white lacy underwear was fully in view. Then grinning from ear to ear, she parted her knees wide, closed her eyes, put her head back and reached down with her index finger and ran it up the outside of the material where her pussy was. She than hooked her finger under the material as if she was going to pull it aside. Jeff was vaguely aware his mouth was open, and he had stopped breathing. Jenny licked her lips slowly, inched another finger further under the material, then stopped. "You don't know the half of it!" she smirked, and sharply pulled her skirt back down. "That's for calling me a tease, you bastard!" He decided to go back to the office rather than go straight home. When you live with someone for over 25 years you get a sixth sense about small changes. Jeff knew that if he went home now that Karen would spot a change in him – he knew because he had a stupid fixed grin on his face, and a feeling of exhilaration that he would have to do something about. A couple of hours catching up with the afternoon's work ought to sort it. He'd been ploughing through his e-mails for about an hour when one from Jenny arrived. "Hey you Just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed today. My head's all over everywhere – I was a bit worried Kev would see something different in me, but he's disappeared into his study to work on some paper. Spoke to my friend in Norwich. I've provisionally arranged to see her Wednesday-Thursday next week – so can you do Tuesday? If not we can do Thursday night and Friday – but I don't think I can wait that long! I just wanted to tease you a bit more really... so I attached a photo." Jeff clicked on the icon and there she was...she'd obviously just taken it with her webcam because she had on the same clothes. The shirt was unbuttoned and hanging off her shoulders, and she was lying back in the chair with her skirt hitched up again. One hand was near her crotch, and the other cupping her left breast. But her underwear was all in place, so she really was doing a tease job. He clicked reply: "Hey yourself Not sure about next week, you see I've got a bit of a problem. This absolutely gorgeous woman keeps leading me on and stopping, and the doctor says it's bad for my heart, so I'm not sure I ought to come along without guarantees..." It was barely a minute after hitting send that the reply came – the mail title said "Yours on Tuesday" and there was no text, just a jpeg attachment. This time it was a photo with her legs apart, skirt up and no underwear. "Hey again Well, seeing as you are so persuasive, I guess I can do it..." So that was it – they swapped a few more e-mails sorting out the details. She'd tell her husband she was going by train, but Jeff would pick her up and they'd spend some serious time together. Jeff felt short of breath and had that tight, breathless feeling of anticipation in his chest. Tuesday seemed a lifetime away. Making Up For Lost Time Ch. 02 When Jeff got home Karen was so engrossed in a phone call to her sister that she just waved to him and kept on talking. As soon as she'd hung up, the phone rang and it was their daughter on the line. She'd just rung up for a chat with her mum and to arrange a shopping trip for the weekend. Karen was going to see her for the day, and they spent a half an hour catching up and plotting for the weekend. By the time she was off the phone, Jeff's racing mind had settled down and everything seemed normal. But if Karen had been able to see the thoughts and images in Jeff's head, she would have realised things were far from normal. The image was of Jenny in her car, with her skirt almost up to her waist, seemingly acres of smooth, tanned thighs on display -- her knees as far apart as they'd go. Then the image changed to the second webcam photo, the quality wasn't brilliant but you could clearly see the outline of her slit and the neatly trimmed dark blonde bush of her pussy hair. He was really glad she had kept some pubic hair, and wasn't clean shaven, as most women seem to be these days. It just seemed to highlight that whole area of a woman's body -- or maybe he was just showing his age! As Jeff watched the TV, he imagined running his hand up Jenny's thigh, as he had done so many years earlier, and running his thumb through that hair whilst his fingers caressed and slid into her. He could almost hear Jenny's moans, and feel her wriggle as he imagined his fingers stroking her clit. The next few days were all the same, images and pictures -- some from the past and some imagined -- came into his head at inappropriate times. Each one enhancing his anticipation of events the next week. But mixed in with the anticipation was anxiety too -- all adding to the feeling of tension across his chest. He hadn't made love another woman since he'd met Karen. Was his technique any good? Would Jenny like the same things as him? Well for one thing Karen had always told him he was the "biggest" she'd ever had -- though in truth he only thought of himself as average -- certainly in comparison to most of the studs he'd seen on the internet porn sites. He also wondered about Jenny -- was this just another extra marital affair for her? Maybe she'd had a whole string of lovers -- she certainly seemed relaxed and confident about the situation. More so than Jeff did for sure. Ah well, he'd find out soon enough. Tuesday morning arrived -- and Jeff and Karen found themselves both packing bags. Karen was helping to run a training course in Chester until Friday -- so they'd both be away until the weekend. They kissed each other and hugged goodbye, threw their bags into their cars (Karen's noticeably bigger than Jeff's -- "No surprise there!", Jeff smiled), as they set off in opposite directions. The pick-up and set down parking at the small village station (one stop down the line from where Jenny had hopefully got on), was empty. Jeff parked and picked up his phone. There was a text message from Jenny: Sry, last minute change of plan. Cant make it. Will explain l8r. xx He felt like he wanted to throw up, his disappointment so was intense. Then his phone chirped and another message came in: "Ha ha -- that's for calling me a tease. C u in 5 xxx" The train pulled in as he was taking in the message. It wasn't only her eyes that were laughing as she walked along the platform with a massive grin. He walked over to her and pulled her to him with a huge hug. "You little sod! Any more stunts like that in the next 24 hours and you'll get kicked out of bed!" was all he could say. "Oh, I don't think so ..." and she reached down, rubbed his crotch and winked playfully. "We've a two and a half hour car journey ahead, and any more of that and it could take two and half days!" "Not a chance -- I want you in a bed, not in some lay-by with me bent over the bonnet of a BMW thank you." And at that Jeff put her case in the boot alongside his own. She looked great as usual -- denim skirt above the knee, white strappy top, with an open yellow shirt over it. They made decent progress for the first hour or so, and were making small talk whilst holding and stroking each other's hands. Then out of the blue Jenny announced, "Oh, this isn't going to work, it's no use!" Jeff's heart sank, but before he could say anything she reached across and continued "I'm just going to have to see your cock, I can't wait any longer." With that she grabbed his belt buckle, undid the top button of his jeans and then, one by one, the buttons of his fly. "Hmm, I think he wants a bit of fresh air", she grinned as she put her hand inside his boxers and fished out his semi hard penis. "Well, it's a promising start", she murmured as she slowly stroked it -- feeling it lengthen and harden with each stroke. "Very promising...", as Jeff felt his cock get absolutely rock hard. "Ok buster, you keep your eyes on the road..." and with that Jenny shifted her weight so she could lean over and put her head in his lap. She slowly licked and circled the tip with her tongue, and then kept her lips around the end of it for a few seconds. Then slowly she started to move her head down, and without flinching or bobbing her head, but in one smooth movement she took the whole length into her mouth, with not the slightest hint of gagging. Jeff had never been deep throated before and he could feel his balls start to tighten as if he was going to come. But before he could shoot, she withdrew her mouth, and looked up at him. "I think that's enough for now, we don't want you to get too excited, do we? Besides, the first time you come, I want you to be deep inside me". "That was amazing; I have never had that done to me before." "Well, in that case, we'll have to see what other surprises I can give you. Oh, and no pressure, but you had better be bloody good, because I've waited 25 years for this!" The hotel he had booked was a typical East Anglian country hotel -- a converted old manor house set in acres of land. Some given over to gardens, and some left wild. They checked in and the Receptionist smiled and informed them their room was all ready. As the bell boy was busy helping some American tourists, Jeff said they'd find their own way up. The lift was small and perfectly slow -- allowing time for a long, passionate kiss. Jeff opened the room door and let Jenny in first. She turned with a smile. "You old smoothie, you! Are you trying to seduce me?" she asked indicating the Champagne chilling in its bucket. "We'd have had oysters too, if I'd remembered to ask you if you liked them. Plus I didn't want to risk you having an allergic reaction." "I think I'm having an allergic reaction now, my clothes feel really itchy. I think I'd better get them off before my skin goes all blotchy, or I pass out or something." Jeff needed no second invitation and moved towards her. She flicked off her shoes, instantly dropping two inches as Jeff lifted the shirt off her shoulders and reached down to undo the skirt. It fell round her ankles and Jeff's hands wandered to the waistband of her lacy, white knickers. As his hands roamed around her body she apologised that she wasn't wearing a thong. "I know men like them, but they really do disappear up the crack of my bum." Jeff didn't know why he said it, but straight away he quipped, "We have to see what else can do that trick then." Jenny froze, pushed him away and looked at him for a few seconds, before announcing that if Jeff thought for one minute that monster between his legs was getting anywhere near her arse, he could think again. "But hey, never say never...." She added with a smile, as she pulled him towards her and started to unbuckle his belt. His jeans loosened and slipped down his legs as Jenny stepped out of the crumpled heap of material that was her denim skirt. Jeff sat on the bed to get his jeans fully off. As she bent down to tug his them off his legs, her top fell forward and Jeff saw her beautiful tits, round and inviting, nestling in the white bra underneath. He reached out, eased the strappy top over her head and cast it aside. His hands went up to caress the nipples he remembered so vividly. Once his jeans were off, he reached round to undo the white, lacy bra. And for the first time Jenny seemed defensive and embarrassed. A quizzical looked asked what the problem was. "I'm not 25 years old anymore, I've had two kids and these are really a bit floppy". Her arms were folded, reinforcing her embarrassment. "Are you out of your mind -- they look brilliant!" "In this piece of engineering, maybe." She responded as she flicked her bra strap, "but you haven't seen them loose -- well, not for 25 years!" Jeff stood up, held her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Listen, yes we are both older, but I'd like to think we are a little bit wiser. I am not stupid enough to think that your body is like it was 25 years ago, because I know mine's definitely not." With that he slipped off her bra straps, and then continued, "but right now, you are my perfect woman," and his hands reached round and undid the clasp in the small of her back. "And what's more, I fancy the arse off you, and I want these nipples in my mouth right now." As the bra fell away she reached up, clasped her hands round his neck, and kissed him. Jeff's hand was between them caressing her breasts, and feeling the nipples grow because of the attention he was giving them. He inched back, sat back on the bed, and then lay back as he pulled her on top of him. Their kisses intensified, so they were kissing each others necks. Jeff slowly eased Jenny up so he finally got his mouth round those nipples, which Jeff realised must have been centimetre and a half long. Jenny squeezed his head harder and let out small gasps as she felt her whole body respond. Her thigh was against Jeff's crotch and she could feel his cock stiffening in anticipation. She reached down, stroked him through his boxers and then slipped into them over the waistband and gently started to stroke him. After a very short time, with her breathing getting more and more uneven and rapid, she broke away from him and looked at him. "Make love to me, NOW -- we can fuck later, but right now I want you to make love to me" They moved further onto the bed, and she pulled off his boxers while he eased down her panties. Jeff rolled her over so that he was lying on top of her. Jenny's legs eased apart and his cock, now absolutely rock hard, was perfectly placed at the entrance to her pussy. Their eyes were locked together in a look of intense affection. He was going to reach down and guide himself in, but before he could Jenny just inched herself lower, and the tip of his cock slid inside, into warmth and wetness. Without taking their eyes off each other they both slowly moved their hips and Jeff's cock gently slid in to the hilt. "A perfect fit", he smiled, "just as I knew it would be." Jenny's hand moved round to stroke his face as they slowly started to move together. The initial movements were very slow and rhythmic, but each stroke was the full length of Jeff's cock. Jenny flinched with pleasure and let out a small gasp as each slow thrust went in, and Jeff could feel the hardness of her nipples rubbing against his chest. As the movements got gradually quicker, their bodies acquired the sheen of perspiration caused by a combination of their efforts and warm summer afternoon. Despite the pace getting slowly more urgent, they were still concentrating on each other's eyes. Jenny's small gasps had changed with each thrust. "Oh....oh ......oh.....oh God .....oh God........" was in unison with Jeff's grunts of exertion. "No....oh God....oh.....oh...oh...oh God..." became more rapid as the deep thusts became more vigorous. "Don't stop ....oh God ...oh ....no ....oh God ... no........noooooo!" Jenny screamed and her hips convulsed in a huge orgasm as Jeff shot a huge load deep inside her. Their joint orgasm was prolonged in a series judders as they slowly came down from their mutual high. Her eyes broke into a smile and her hands pulled his head forward for a long, passionate kiss. They lay together in the warm afterglow that only great sex can bring, Jeff's flagging manhood still inside her. Eventually he slid out and Jenny shuddered. Jeff rolled onto his back still holding her with his left arm around her shoulder just caressing her breast, so she was on her side with her left leg draped over his body and her head resting on his chest. Neither wanted to say anything to break the spell and the magic of the intense sex they had shared. Finally, Jenny whispered, "Can I tell you something...", then without waiting for an answer continued, "that was the first orgasm I have ever had." Jeff lifted his head, incredulous, not knowing what to say, then she turned her head upwards, looking at him and grinned " but it won't be the last -- and God, it was worth waiting for!" They kissed and stroked each others damp bodies, and Jeff felt himself starting to get hard again. Jenny raised herself up on one elbow: "Well now I know I'm capable of having one, let's go for a multiple shall we?" Jeff nodded his agreement with a smile. "Right buster, now you can fuck my brains out!" she said as she rolled on top of him and straddled his hips - all self consciousness from half an hour earlier completely gone. She moved slowly back so that she could reach down with her head, and for the second time that day her tongue licked the tip of Jeff's swelling cock. As she did so, Jeff was treated to the sight of her tits hanging invitingly down. He found himself reaching round and taking one in each hand. Although it wasn't the first time Jenny had tasted and licked her own juices mixed with a man's semen, it had been a long time since she had done it. The strong odours of their earlier intimacy stimulated her senses and she could feel herself getting more and more aroused and damp between her legs. Unlike the earlier time in the car, this time she took her time -- slowly licking its length and then sucking the tip. As Jeff uttered his approval with a series of "oh Gods" of his own, Jenny enjoyed the feeling of power as once again his cock became a steel girder under her tongue's influence. She looked up at him, "I thought you were a big boy all those years ago. And this is the biggest I have ever sucked. And what's more, I love your taste." She saw him bristle with pride, and guessed he had filed away the obvious question to ask at that point. Jenny wondered how long it would take for him to ask it, and whether she'd tell him the truth when he did... With that she slowly started to bob her head up and down the length of his cock, one hand holding his balls and the other wanked his cock in time with her movements. Jeff was holding his breath as he sensed what was coming, and Jenny took her hand away and her mouth went all the way down to take all of him into her mouth and throat. "Oh fuck!" was all Jeff could say as Jenny sucked and moved her head slowly up and down his length. But before he could shoot, she let his cock go and looked at him. "Babe, you can come in my mouth, on my tits, my arse or wherever you like later. But right now I want you in me again," and she moved up the bed, lifted her hips and reached under herself to guide him. She held the tip at the entrance to her slit, which was sopping wet from a mixture of Jeff's earlier come and her own fresh wetness. With a smooth lowering of her hips she impaled herself on him and took his entire length in an easy movement. "Oh shit, this feels amazing!" was all she could say as Jeff's hands gripped her waist and she started to ride him energetically. As she gathered pace going up and down her tits bounced and Jeff's hands went up to caress them and his fingers pinched her massive nipples. Jeff started to thrust up to meet her and they were in perfect synchronisation. Their movements got faster and faster. Jeff tweaking her nipples and Jenny with her eyes closed moved her hands onto his to help him massage her breasts. She then raised her hands up and behind her head still riding him for all she was worth. To Jeff this was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. An incredibly sexy woman, eyes closed in fierce concentration, hands behind her head, her gorgeous breasts swaying, her trimmed pubic hair soaked with juices as she let out small, breathless cries of pleasure. Then Jenny let out the loudest "Oh God" yet, and yielded to a shattering orgasm. Jeff had managed to hold back and was still hard as Jenny collapsed forward onto his chest, and he kept up a steady but slower series of thrusts. The now familiar series of "Oh....Oh .....aah.....aah" got louder until she shuddered again, in the third orgasm she had ever had. Jenny sat up, and looked at Jeff. To him she seemed almost as if she was on some drug -- her eyes were wide, her mouth was open and her breathing erratic. She put her arms behind her and leaned back. Jeff was still thrusting -- God knows how he hadn't come yet -- and as Jenny leaned back they both looked down at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy lips. Jenny was transfixed at the sight. The new position somehow helped Jeff not to come, and for what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes they just enjoyed the feeling of his cock sliding effortlessly into her. He loved the way it gripped his cock, the way small folds of skin came out with him, the way her pussy lips glistened with natural lubricant. His eyes drifted up to Jenny's face, as she slowly returned to normal and smiled at Jeff. "You look pretty proud of yourself", he grinned. "Well it's not every day a girl has her first orgasm, and then her first multiple orgasm, you know!" "Ah but I am not sure two in a row counts as a true multiple -- I think you need at least one more before it counts. And I think I know exactly how to do it!" and with that he stopped thrusting and gently withdrew his cock -- secretly still amazed it was hard, and that he hadn't come yet! He grabbed a couple of pillows, placed them on top of each other. Jenny smiled, knowing full well what he wanted, and lay with her stomach resting on them. Jeff moved round and thought this was one of the best sights he'd ever seen. He moved her knees wider apart so she was stretched out and he could see the gap opened up by her pussy lips. With no hesitation he placed his dick at the entrance, and slowly circled it, stimulating her clit without entering her. "Listen you bastard, you're supposed to be fucking my brains out so stop pissing around and ram it in!" Only too happy to oblige, Jeff thrust for all he was worth and Jenny let out a scream that was probably heard in the next village. But then he just kept going -- the sight of him sliding in, the squelching sound of her wetness, and the groans were getting too much. But he desperately wanted this not to stop -- so despite the rising crescendo of Jenny's screams, the tightening of her pussy and the juddering of her body he kept going. Jenny now pushed back in the same frantic rhythm. Gripping her hips all he could hear was Jenny's voice screaming. "I'm coming .... Oh god ....oh again.....aaaauuuggghhhhh" and Jeff exploded with an equally loud exclamation. He kept thrusting until he collapsed in a heap, but not before Jenny completed the fourth, and longest orgasm of her life. The sun was a lot lower and shining in through the open window when they eventually awoke. Jenny had her back to him, but their bodies were fitted snugly together -- Jeff's arms around her, and Jenny's arm reached back resting on his buttock. "As I see it", Jeff whispered into her ear, "we have two choices." He felt her tense up, wondering what was coming next. What dramatic statement about their future? Making Up For Lost Time Ch. 02 "We can lie in bed for the next 24 hours, make love, fuck and probably die, an admittedly pleasant death, due to exhaustion. Or we can get cleaned up, eat ... and then make love and fuck some more." She turned to him. God those eyes gave him an ache in his chest. "That sounds good to me!" "Which option?" "Oh I don't care as long as there's more loving and fucking! But I do need to go to the bathroom, and I think I'd like a shower." "I have a better idea" and with that he kissed her, jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom. Jenny heard the bath running and smiled to herself -- she hadn't had a bath with someone else for as long as she could remember. With that thought came a twinge of something -- not guilt, because she didn't feel in the least guilty about cheating on Kev. Maybe a hint of sadness because it had come to this, but any negative emotions were drowned in the afterglow of warmth that she felt following an afternoon like no other she'd ever experienced. Well, not for twenty or more years. And even those afternoons just couldn't compare. As Jeff watched the bubbles rise in the steaming bath, and sensed the pleasant perfumed smell fill the steamy air, his thoughts were also full of the afternoon, and how it had undoubtedly changed his life for ever. Even if he and Jenny never saw each other again, his life would be different. That thought filled him with all kinds of worries. What would Karen do? What would the kids' reaction be if they found out? What did he want for the rest of his life -- a steady, secure, stable (boring?) future? Or more afternoons like today. He wasn't naive enough to think the kind of intensity their love making had had this afternoon would last for ever -- but there was clearly something there that had been missing in his life for a long time. "Why do the women always get the tap end?" was Jenny's comment, as she followed him into the warm, bubbly water. "It's so you've got a good excuse to turn round and lie with your back against me." Despite losing what seemed like a few gallons of water as she moved round, Jenny was soon relaxing back in Jeff's arms with her head resting on his shoulder. "Do you think there is a difference between making love and fucking?" he asked as his hand gently caressed the area below her left breast. "God yes! They're both fulfilling but in entirely different ways -- sometimes you want to make love, and sometimes you want to just fuck. Today we did both, don't you think?" "I'd have to agree, I can't remember ever feeling as close to anyone as I did with you today. And then I can't remember feeling as aroused and horny, and just pure lust, like I did either." "Yeah", she echoed as she bent her head up to and turned round to kiss him. But in doing so another gallon sloshed out of the bath and instead, she just giggled an "oops". "Did you mean what you said earlier? About never having had an orgasm before." "Mmmm. I suspect more women don't than you would expect." Jeff thought for a moment about whether he ought to go on .... "I don't want to get personal, but didn't Kev get upset?" "Excuse me buster, but you don't get much more personal than shagging all afternoon and then lying in a bath together. I suspect we're a bit past the getting personal stage! And well, I faked it a few times -- and it wasn't like it was terrible. We just never quite got there." Jenny took a deep breath, "So, what about you and Karen? You don't have to say if you don't want to." "Nope, fair's fair. I guess like everyone else it was really good at first. Then it gets routine, then kids come and for us it got a lot less frequent. And now, if I didn't initiate it, I don't think we'd ever do it." Jenny turned to face him, causing yet another mini tidal wave. "Well, all I can say is she must be mad -- if it's even a tenth as good as it was this afternoon, you'd have to chain me up to stop me jumping on you every night." And with that she kissed him, climbed out of the bath, and grabbed a white, fluffy hotel towel. She wrapped it around herself and grinned, "I think we just about made a bigger wet patch in the bathroom than the bedroom. But it was a pretty close run thing." They dried themselves and each other, taking time to hug, kiss and generally feel the warmth of their relationship. Although the sun was now low in the sky, it was a warm evening so they agreed on a walk before dinner. They both put on jeans, tee shirts and trainers -- they had been told that the restaurant was casual and so wouldn't have to change. Jenny adopted her now standard position, hugging Jeff's right arm in both hers and leaning into him as they sauntered through the immaculate, secluded garden. Pausing for the odd kiss, they made small talk until they rounded a corner and were confronted by another couple coming toward them. Jenny thought they looked old, but then realised they were probably only ten years older than Jeff and her. The fact she felt about sixteen at the moment had nothing to do with it. The thing was, they dressed older and behaved older. Whilst she and Jeff were no longer trendy young things, they weren't old fuddy duddies either. They could wear reasonably fashionable clothes without looking stupid. "Beautiful here, isn't it?" asked the man by way of starting a conversation. "Yes, immaculate -- and very peaceful" Jeff responded amiably. "Wasn't quite so peaceful here earlier this afternoon though" the older man quipped back with a grin. "Arthur!" his wife nudged him. "Why's that?" asked Jenny, her curiosity pricked. "Well", the man started -- Jenny noticed his wife raise her eyebrows. "There was a young couple in the hotel who were -- err, how shall I put it -- obviously having a rather good time, and they obviously hadn't realised how much the sound travels through open windows." Jeff spluttered some incomprehensible response, while Jenny looked around -- convinced that her face matched the ripe strawberries growing close by. Fortunately, the older man hadn't noticed, though Jeff wasn't too sure they had fooled his wife. "Yes, we're hoping to spot them at dinner and congratulate them!" he went on. "Arthur! I really can't take him anywhere!" "Oh that's alright, we'll look out for likely suspects too and compare notes! Are you alright dear?" Jeff responded as Jenny burst into a coughing fit. "I think it must be the pollen!" After the exchange of a few more pleasantries, both couples resumed their respective walks. Barely had they separated and Jeff got a fist in his ribs with an uttered "Bastard!" to go with it. Then they both started smirking, then giggling so the other couple wouldn't hear. "Do you think they guessed?" asked Jenny. "I think she had her suspicions, I think the choking fit gave it away a bit, but he had no idea...but hey, at least they think it was a "young" couple." "Yeah, I feel like a teenager again -- you are so good for me!" "In my mind I'm a teenager, but I have a suspicion that if we keep going at this rate my old body will say 'enough'!" "You can't die on me yet ... I've got a lifetime of missed orgasms to catch up on!" And with that they headed into dinner.