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Dawn's Memories

By: miss_devine



Death is not a pleasant thing to face and the death of your spouse is supposed to be one of the most life changing events you'll ever have to deal with. I heard it said somewhere that if a man dies in a relationship a woman can continue on and rebuild her life, while if a woman dies in the relationship the husband dies by half. It seems to me that I must be the exception to that rule for when I lost my husband to prostate cancer two years ago; my world fell apart and hasn't been whole since.

For nearly a year I cried every day, my husband and I had known each other almost all our lives, we had been at primary school together, then high school and then we even went to the same college where we finally woke up to the fact that we were meant to be together. We graduated, got engaged, started our own business, became successful and by the time we got married owned our own home. We complimented each other to a point where we would look askance at other married couples when they told us of their troubles and marital difficulties. I suppose not having children helped, we never fought over money and my husband never seemed to get involved with other women.

We were committed to each other and for thirty one years we lived, laughed and loved. Even now it's difficult to say, thirty one year's being with the same man, never wanting another person and enjoying the life God had given me. When he died it's not too much to say that I died, yes I lived and breathed but my zest for life vanished. My reason for living disappeared and to tell you the truth I didn't want to live anymore. I remembered being told stories of men and women who died of broken hearts that through their loss they simply died of grief. That was me and how I didn't die myself I can't explain for I truly didn't care either way.

Obviously friends tried to help but that became another obstacle to my grief, time and again friends would urge me to move on with my life, there would be shopping trips, movie's and picnic's all planned for me to help me recover. Then one day someone I knew organised a blind date without me knowing, when I realised what was happening I was so angry I couldn't even speak, finally my girlfriend hoping to break the frosty silence that had enveloped the table said something about it being healthy and natural to move on to which I replied that my marriage vows included the sentence 'to death do us part' and that I wasn't dead yet! Needless to say I wasn't invited to anymore blind dates.

If I sound bitter I suppose it's because I am, I had the perfect life and now the most important part of that life had gone. I was so bitter in fact that I sold our house on the first anniversary of his death, the house was our gift to each other and now I couldn't even bear to be there. I remember the final drive as I left the property, there was no look back, no wistful memories, no tears just a feeling of relief. I was running away there's no doubt about it and you know something; when they say you can't run away, that it doesn't fix the problem, well they're wrong I felt better than I had in a long time when I left there.

I bought a two story townhouse in a gated community in a beautiful location with warm weather year round. With two bedrooms and stunning views of the nearby ocean my spare room was almost always booked by friends coming to visit for a weekend. Another year since the anniversary of my husband's death came and went, I cried again on the day. I visited his grave but the grief although still a constant ache in the very marrow of my soul had seemed to subside slightly. It hadn't left and I don't think it ever will but perhaps I was getting used to carry the burden now.

Although I had two degrees as well as a Master's, I found myself a job in childcare, as I said I was financially secure and I think that working with these beautiful innocent souls unmarked by death or suffering helped me forget my own anguish for a while each day. The job itself was unglamorous and thankless but each day I went home satisfied and fulfilled, knowing that I had contributed no matter how small to a child's life.

The townhouse complex I lived in was a large upscale residence where you might wave to your neighbours but for the most part everyone kept to themselves, I suppose it's just a sign of our changing times but for me it was perfect, complete anonymity and the chance to just live my life how I wanted to, I had my books, my cooking classes and my small flower garden and that was my life.

One Tuesday evening as I arrived home I noticed a new car parked in the driveway of the townhouse across from mine, a shiny black Jeep Wrangler which was surrounded by bags, golf clubs, weight equipment and a bike. As I retrieved my handbag and bag of groceries from my car I noticed a man walk out of the unit, one word was all it needed to describe him; military. It screamed at you from the way he carried himself, his crew cut hairstyle, his tall, strong, athletic build and the determined, no nonsense look on his face. When I say tall I mean he must have been at least 6'3" with black hair and aged somewhere in his 30's I guess he saw me and with a casual wave and a polite hello picked up his clubs and scuba gear and walked back inside. Well I said to myself it was certainly better than 85 year old Mrs Edwards who had now moved in with her daughter, a move no doubt impressing her son.

Days, weeks and months passed with no change to my life, and then one night my world changed in a way I never thought possible. It had been an exhausting day at work, children sick, short on staff all in all one of those days you just want to forget. I got home too exhausted to even cook myself a meal, I had a shower and climbed into bed turning on the T.V. with no intention of doing anything else. I must have fallen asleep quickly but for some reason I woke up with a start. My unit was dark with the exception of the T.V. which cast a pale, flickering light around my room; I lay in bed for a moment because I had the strangest sensation that something was wrong. 

I looked around the room again but besides the stupid T.V. going there was nothing out of place so I swung my legs out of bed to go and turn the T.V. off and that's when I saw him. At first it was just a darker shadow against the sliding door frame, but when I stopped moving and looked closer it was a person's outline right outside my window looking in. For a moment I held my breath and then the shadow moved, an arm reached out and tried to pull on the sliding door. I screamed, I screamed harder and louder than I ever had before, the shadow stopped suddenly looked at me and then in one smooth motion leaped off my bedroom balcony even as I continued to scream.

I kept screaming just as loud even as I rushed to the screen to check all the locks, thank God the unit was security screened, Once I had done that I caught my breath, then I ran down stairs checking the patio doors making sure it was locked and then my front door. I was just in the process of reaching for my phone when I heard something outside my front door, my heart jumped in my throat and for a moment I was about to scream again, when I heard a man starting to yell and yell loud. The commotion was coming right outside my door and the yelling was as clear as day thanks to a semi opened window in my kitchen.

The yelling reached a crescendo and then suddenly died off but what I heard then was even worse, it was the sound of someone being hit, God people were fighting outside my door. The hitting continued and the yelling and noise continued again, angry with myself I worked up the courage to tiptoe to my kitchen window and take a look. Two men were outside, one in dark clothes lying on the ground bleeding from his nose and mouth and another man dressed only in a pair of gym shorts, as I watched he hauled the other obviously unconscious man up and placed him in the recovery position then he looked up and stared straight at me. It took a moment for me to recognise him; it was the guy from the unit across from me.

I almost passed out with relief when he asked if I was OK, I simply nodded my head and then he told me to ring the police. Nodding my head again I turned and called the emergency number, told the police briefly what had happened and then hung up. Then I thought to myself what do I do now, first things first I almost ran upstairs grabbed my dressing gown then returned to my front door, with a great deal of screwed up courage I opened the door and looked outside. My neighbour was still there kneeling over the other man checking on him, he then looked up saw me standing there and asked if I was OK again.

All I could do was nod, he glanced down and then up again speaking "I was up doing a few things when I heard you scream I looked out my window and saw this guy running out of your garden so I stopped him and he got a little confrontational so I had to put him down". As he said this he started to smile and then said. "Anyway you sure you're OK" I looked at him putting on my bravest smile I could manage and said "Yes I'm fine thank you, the police are on their way now".

I grabbed my dressing gown tighter around me and he stood up, all the while keeping a good watch on the scruffy and bleeding guy on the ground. 10 minutes later the police showed up and then it was like something a Hollywood movie, two police cars and ambulance and just about every unit in the complex with their light on looking at the scene before them. I hate drama almost as much as I hate sticky beaks so as soon as I could I got back inside. I gave a female officer my version of events, then the paramedics asked me a few questions and as suddenly as it started it was over, police and ambulance left and I was on my own again.

I could hardly sleep when I returned to my bedroom all I could do was keep looking at the window half expecting to see another man's shadow there again. Finally I must have dozed off and only woke up when the alarm went off. The morning was like a dream, coffee, toast get dressed in the car and off to work. Finally at morning tea I started to tell Julie a good friend what had happened the night before and after listening to me and adding some points she said "I hope you said thank you". It was only when she said it that it occurred to me that I hadn't even made an attempt to say that to my neighbour. I was not only shocked I felt terrible how could I not have thanked him?

The day predictably went slow, kids were still sick and we were still short of staff, even the horror of last night looked exciting compared to trying to comfort 30 small children with sniffling noses and temperatures. Finally the day ended and I drove home tired and exhausted again, trying to work out how to apologise for my lack of appreciation, as I drove in I noted that his Jeep was there so I said to myself might as well get the embarrassment out of the way now.

Making a quick stop to tidy myself up and put my bag away I walked across to his unit, for some reason I felt butterflies in my stomach every step of the way. I got to the door and knocked on the screen with no answer so I knocked again a bit louder, this time I got a response but not quite what I was expecting. "Come in the doors open". I almost left then and there but something stopped me, it wasn't like he was going to hurt me I said to myself, not after last night, what the hell I opened the screen and walked in. As I walked in, he walked in from his patio, dressed in just a t-shirt and loose fitting running shorts. In the confines of the house he looked even taller if that was possible, taller and fitter then any man I had seen in a long long time.

"Hey" he said "I was going to come across land make sure you were still alright after last night?" "No really I'm fine I said but I feel terrible I realised I didn't thank you for doing what you did last night"

To this he almost laughed "There's no need for you to thank me" he said "As long as I know your fine". I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief he was easy to talk to, polite and well spoken and I started to feel better already. "Anyway he said my name's Jack" he held out his hand I couldn't help but smile "Dawn, I'm Dawn" with that and the ice officially broken he offered me a drink, I would have loved one but still feeling a little insecure I gave my apologies with some pathetic excuse that he just smiled at. It was a nice end to a bad day.

After the attempted break in, I noticed something unusual about my days, I kept seeing Jack, when beforehand I'd never notice him at all. Usually it was in the afternoons when I got home from work, he would be doing something to his car or he would be going for a ride on his bike. It certainly was a nice view watching him in his riding gear heading off. It even got to the point where one day I mentioned him to Julie again and the first words out of her mouth were "Have you asked him to dinner yet". I must have gone beetroot red because Julie just laughed and laughed which just made me more embarrassed. "No" I said "why would I do that" which just made Julie laugh harder.

But from then on I couldn't get the idea out of my head, and as each day past it got harder to resist, then just when I brought up the courage to actually suggest the idea, Jack disappeared, I'd been saying hi and waving to him at least once a day and to be honest I looked forward to it and then he just wasn't there. His car was no longer in front of his unit and I didn't see him at all. After a few days I even started to get a little worried, but a week later as I pulled back into my unit I noticed his car was back. My heart gave a little skip of joy and my day which had suddenly seemed dreary and monotonous became as bright as the sun that was shining.

I almost skipped into my unit; I hurriedly went and had a shower, got changed, did my hair and dressed. The whole time I was almost running because I didn't want him to disappear again and lose the chance to ask him to dinner. As I got to his front door I took one last moment to check myself over and then I knocked, almost immediately Jack appeared from around the corner dressed again in a t-shirt and shorts. 'Hey Dawn" he said "I was about to come over and see you". When he said that I'd be lying if my heart didn't skip a beat, "Oh really" "Yeah I have to go away for a month and I was wondering if you'd keep an eye on the place?"

"Oh of course" was all I could manage, I almost went home there and then to cry. Then Jack said "so how can I help you?" To be honest I didn't know what to say so I stalled "Oh nothing really when are you going?" "Leaving first flight Monday morning" .It was Thursday now, should I, shouldn't I - God I thought here goes nothing "Well how would you feel about one last home cooked meal before you leave?" upon saying it I felt something almost shrivel up in anticipation of being rejected, after all here I was a 53 year old woman asking a handsome 30 something man to dinner.

It was like time stood still, I had a nice polite smile on my face but inside my stomach was churning. Instead I said "unless that is you have someone to be with" Oh my God did I really just say that, let me die quickly. Jack looked at me for a moment with not a smile to be seen and said "well I can't do it Friday but what about Saturday night?" I almost fainted.

"Oh Saturday would be great" I've got things to do on Friday as well (LIAR), "well should we say about 7.00 then?" "Saturday at 7.00 I'll be there. You cook and I'll provide the wine." "Great I said I'll see you Saturday then", he gave me a soft slow smile "Saturday it is" leave, leave now my mind screamed. I smiled back and said "OK see you then" and backed out the door as dignified as I could be and went home where I collapsed on the couch, a bundle of nerves.

The next couple of days were a blur, of course I told Julie who after falling silent for almost two straight minutes (almost a record for her) proceeded to laugh and laugh and laugh. Finally when she saw the look on my face and realising I was serious gave me a big hug and then promptly started asking what I was going to cook, wear and talk about (as if I had an answer to any of it). But she was right I had to start preparing God it had been so long since I had cooked for company I started to think I should call it off. Finally I rang my cooking instructor who gave me a couple of ideas and I decided upon a Lamb Crown Roast (thank God for cooking classes).

I saw Jack on Friday who gave me a wave and hello but other than we didn't see each other, which was just as well because I was so busy preparing for Saturday night I didn't have time to talk. Deciding the meal, buying the ingredients, cleaning the unit, getting my hair done, getting my nails done and most importantly trying to decide what I was going to wear? By Saturday lunch time I was already half exhausted but my excitement for the upcoming evening wouldn't let me relax. The unit was immaculate, the table already half set and all that was left was for me to do was prepare the meal and shower and change. Slowly the afternoon hours wound down and I enjoyed the afternoon's warmth out on my patio, I allowed myself a glass of wine and with it for a moment at least, all my cares melted away. The radio was playing 'Use Somebody' by the Kings of Leon in the background and I let myself go to its lovely rhythm. I moved inside to begin cooking and it occurred to me that right now with the wine in my hand and a purpose to my cooking that I was happier now than I had been in a long time and with that I smiled to myself and started cooking .

As I got dinner organised and everything fell into place, I allowed myself a second glass of wine and moved to the shower to get myself ready. I moved into the bathroom and undressed taking a moment with wine in hand to look at myself in the mirror. To be truthful I didn't feel 53, perhaps however it was starting to show. I was short only 5'4", with a soft white skin thanks to my Danish mother. My shoulder length blonde hair that was grey along the sides if I didn't dye it, served to highlight my flashing green eyes which I noticed still had a hint of sparkle left in them. I'd inherited an imperious nose and suggestive mouth from my French father as well as his volatile temper. My breasts which were admittedly large were sagging and my body well let's just call me voluptuous and leave it at that. To be honest my body wasn't a models and if I was even more honest I had never treated it as such, I was short and although I had worked hard all my life I also liked my comforts, there were no City to Bay marathons in this body. 

I drunk more of my wine and stepped into the shower, the combination of the wine and heated water was amazing, I pampered myself with shampoo, soap, gels (and of course the trusty razor) until I was sure I was glowing. I spent more time preparing myself I think then I did on dinner which was beginning to cast a lovely fragrance throughout the unit. I dried my hair letting it fall softly around my shoulders and applied my makeup trying to remember how long it had been since I had taken so much time before. Gradually before my eyes a woman appeared, not a woman cloaked in sorrow and despair but a flesh and blood woman who had somehow found a reason to smile again. I wish I could say that I was wearing lingerie but it's been my experience that practical underwear suits me much better, a black bra and black panties was about as sexy as I was going to get. Finally and not before time I dressed, a black skirt and printed grey top with flat black shoes, conservative but fashionable at the same time.

Feeling relaxed and comfortable I went back to the kitchen, the lamb smelt delicious, the vegetables lovely so I went and applied my favourite perfume, I was just debating whether or not to pour myself another glass of wine when there was a knock at the door. In a moment my calm, relaxed demeanour vanished, my stomach clenched up and adrenaline started to rush through my body. I looked in the mirror and a calm, confident well dressed woman looked back, inside however the same woman thought she was going to be sick.


Dawn's Memories Ch. 02



As I got back to my room I pulled the curtains back revealing a beautiful late afternoon sun. The warmth and light of the sun was wonderful and the temptation to slip out of the towel was too much, so I raised my hands and allowed the towel to fall. I could not remember the last time I felt so relaxed and content with my life, obviously the sex had released a huge amount of tension but the realisation that Jack had stayed and not just disappeared made me glow inside.

With a smile on my face I made my way to the bathroom turning on the shower and sliding under its liquid embrace. Once again the hot shower did something magical to my body and I could do no more than lean my face against the glass screen, rest my hands beside my face and enjoy the beauty of the moment. As I leaned contentedly against the glass I heard a noise which made me glance around and there before my widening eyes was Jack, naked. It never occurred to me that he would just come up while I was in the shower. Seeing him there stunned me, but then as he saw the look of disbelief in my eyes he started to step back out of the shower.

As I saw him start to leave I reached out pulling him back in.

"Come in" 

I almost whispered it and in a moment he had stepped back in to the now, to small cubicle. The water had not lost its touch and I watched him close his eyes as he allowed it to play across that large muscular back of his own. Not being sure what to do next I did what came naturally and turned around again, leaning face first against the glass screen. The water although disrupted because of Jacks large size still managed to trail across my back and I started tingling at the thought of making love to Jack in here. As I stood there, I heard Jack reach up and grab a bottle from the shower caddy. Still standing there with my eyes closed I waited to see what would come next. I didn't have to wait long because a moment later a pair of strong experienced hands started massaging my shoulders. He had covered his hands in shower gel and the fragrance of the gel and his strong probing fingers caused my body to vibrate at each touch.

I moaned softly into the screen as his wonderful hands continued their journey across my shoulders and down along my back and without thinking I reached up with both hands to the top of the screen so he could massage as much of me as he could. His hands experienced and sure took slow passes over every muscle, then those same hands reached across my ass and down my thighs and I started to feel myself moisten at the thought of them touching my sex. Rather than parting my thighs however he drew out the massage by kneeling and running those hands down along each thigh and calf and then even my feet.

I was now in heaven, nothing he did was wrong and my body was reacting instinctively to his touch, then when I thought I was about to explode he slowly turned me around and started again from the shoulders down. Oh my God, his touch was driving me crazy and as his hands slid down my body I almost screamed. His hands fondled my heavy breasts and then continued their ever downward journey to my stomach, hips and thighs. This slow, sensual massage already had my body at fever pitch but with infinite patience he simply finished the massage by turning me around again allowing me to fall against the glass in my bliss. 

I was almost speechless from his little ritual and then when I thought it could not get better then this I felt his entire body press up against me. Oh God where to start; was it his lips pressing into my neck, his hands holding my arms up against the screen or his chest sliding against my back. I was in a dream world with no intention of ever returning, and then I felt his stomach against my lower back and felt that beautiful cock slide itself over my ass. 

In the shower Jack let his body completely cover mine against the screen; this tall strong muscular man was dominating me in every sense of the word as he pushed himself against me. His body was grinding against my own and the feel of his hardening cock against my ass was making me moan out loud. I was unable to resist anymore so I turned around and not very subtly lowered my hand down cupping his balls while staring into his beautiful grey eyes. He smiled that slow seductive smile of his and then catching me completely by surprise knelt down slightly and in one smooth movement slid his arms under my legs lifting me up to his waist. This caught me completely by surprise and I squealed loudly both at the suddenness of it and the thought that any minute I was about to fall through the shower screen.

However Jack had positioned me tightly between himself and the shower wall with both of those muscular arms clamped tightly under my ass. As I got used to this new position Jack started kissing my neck and throat making me almost purr under his warm lips and tongue. Then as he warmed me up with his kisses I felt him position his cock against my entrance which was now wide open thanks to the position of his arms under me. I found myself grabbing Jacks face with both hands bringing his ear to my lips and telling him to fuck me. I never would have thought sex could be like this, sex with my husband had always been sweet, gentle and loving. A partnership in and out of bed, but with Jack it was like he held all the cards, I was his for the taking and he was dominating me with his raw physical and sexual power like no other man had ever done.

The moment I whispered those words in his ear Jack thrust his cock to the hilt inside me, making me cry out his name as I buried my head between his neck and shoulder. The sheer sensation of being in his control was exhilarating and those strong arms never budged as his cock pinned me against the wall as firmly as his body. Then as I got used to his cock inside me he began a slow and deliberate fuck. I held on to his shoulder blades and my fingers gripped his shoulders tighter with each beautiful stroke which only made me hotter and wetter.

The tempo of his cock was driving me crazy and as I felt my orgasm approaching I pushed myself back against the wall and glanced down to watch him fucking me. His whole body was tense with concentration and effort but to look at his face he looked completely relaxed. His stomach and beautiful abs were making only the smallest movements as his hips thrust towards me and back again. He was teasing me now only entering me slightly, sliding the head of his cock in and out just enough to leave me gasping and aching for that whole beautiful length of him inside me. I moaned and cried out wanting it, needing it but still he teased me with little circling motions of his hips and cock. 

My orgasm was approaching with an intensity that was surprising even me, I needed his cock and I needed it now. Then just when I thought I was going crazy he finally thrust his cock as deep as he could go, I climaxed straight away and could feel myself dripping liquid down our bodies. The orgasm just went on and on and the whole time Jack just kept thrusting in to me driving me wilder and wilder. My hands gripped his hair, I called out his name and kissed his mouth as passionately as I had ever done to anyone in my entire life, he had brought my sex life to an entirely new level and he looked as if he was just warming up.

Just because I had climaxed didn't mean Jack had finished with me, if anything his thrusting became harder and more urgent once again driving me towards some maddening lustful place in my mind. I could hear myself scream but it sounded a million miles away and all I could concentrate on was Jacks body. With each thrust his cock stretched and pushed me and I loved it, I was almost hysterical at the sensations coursing through my body and then I could feel his own climax impending. A flurry of thrusts lifting me ever upwards along the shower wall until he must have been standing on his tip toes and then almost gratefully I felt his own orgasm as his seed heated my sex even further.

Both of us leaned against the shower wall as the warm water flowed through my hair and down my back bringing me back to my senses. Jack was barely moving with every muscle and vein showing in his body and his head buried deep into my shoulder. I was trembling from the exertion and I still felt light headed and breathless. It was a good thing I was locked in his arms otherwise I would have collapsed on the shower floor. All I could do was run my fingers through his hair and kiss his face moaning softly. Gradually as we both came to our senses he let me slowly back down to the floor, I felt like a sailor discovering their sea legs again. I almost wobbled out of the shower grabbing the towel and drying myself while consciously trying not to fall over, Jack just stayed in the shower with his head under the water smiling at me.

As I made my way back to the bedroom I noticed that the beautiful late afternoon sun had vanished and instead had turned into a purple dusk. My bed beckoned even if it was unmade and I sank gratefully into the unmade and twisted sheets. My lover all 20 years younger of him appeared in front of my field of vision moments later looking as if he had barely worked up a sweat. 

"So what do you want to do now?" he asked

I raised my 53 year old eyebrow at him and with a tone which barely concealed my innate sarcasm said chirpily.

"Well, I hear the beach is nice"

"Baby, that's exactly what I was thinking. How about we go for a walk?"

It took all my willpower not to respond with some choice adjectives as I continued to remind myself I was a lady, when I noticed a devious little gleam in his eye.

"Bastard" was all I could respond with before I threw the sheet over me and rolled over providing him with a view of my back. As I did I could hear him laugh aloud and then I felt him lift the sheet up and cuddle up beside me.

"Don't bother" I tried to say seriously and then I heard more laughter.

"Well if not the beach what should we do for dinner then?"

"You should order something and let me rest for a while and don't forget the wine" more laughter followed and I have to admit I was smiling myself, then a large hand reached over pulled me towards him and I saw his seductive smile and my heart melted. I brought my hand up pulling his head toward me and kissed him, with everything I had. Then in case he got any ideas I pushed him away and told him I wasn't joking about dinner. I informed him that 53 year old women needed a little rest and the next time I was having a shower he should knock first. All this I said with a smile and he was laughing as he threw a towel around his waist and walked out to order dinner. Oh Dawn, I asked myself how could you be so lucky again?

And from that night our relationship blossomed, I fell asleep in his arms and found myself waking up in those same strong arms. The sense of love I felt for Jack had been growing and growing but to wake up beside him almost made me cry (again). Soon if not actually spoken it was obvious we were a couple, our lives gradually became intertwined and soon the only difference was we were fighting over whose place we would sleep in. Several months went passed and then one afternoon I got a text message from Jack saying he had booked a restaurant and would meet me there at 7.30 as he had to work late and would leave straight from work. As a 53 year old woman one learns to appreciate the subtleties in life, small things can tell you a lot about what someone is thinking and although Jack was smarter and more sensitive than most men I've met he was still just a man. 

It was obvious Jack had something on his mind. It goes without saying I'd asked, but Jack was a man's man, almost like a man from the 1950's in many respects with that deep streak of personal conservatism which was at odds to today's more liberal lifestyle and so getting something out of him was no easy matter especially if it was personal. The army maybe great at teaching personal hygiene but it still had some work when it came to emotional networking, that was my opinion anyway.

So as I headed to the restaurant Jack had nominated I tried to think of what Jack might want to discuss over dinner. Obvious thoughts came to mind such as him calling it off, needing space etc but though he had been quite there hadn't been any arguing. As I drove into the restaurants car park I still didn't have a clue about what he wanted, so having prepared myself for the worst, I entered what was considered to be one of the better restaurants in town. As I walked in I gave my name to the waitress and was escorted over to a private table away from the hustle and bustle of the bar and kitchen. Before she left me, I was given a menu and then a message from Jack saying he was delayed a few minutes. Before I could even begin ordering a wine however another waiter brought over an ice bucket with an expensive bottle of wine which he delighted in telling me about.

While I was distracted with the Sommelier, who had hit his stride and was now busy convincing me not to make the same mistake the people at table 6 had made in their wine choice, Jack quietly appeared out of nowhere. A quick nod and my Sommelier disappeared with a bow that would have impressed the Queen; Jack just smiled at me and took my hand kissing it. As he did so I relaxed a little, pretty sure that even Jack wouldn't begin a breakup like this. But I was getting curious so after a sip of the Sommelier's favourite wine I decided to strike first.

"So don't keep me in suspense why a restaurant tonight?"

"I just thought I'd take you out to dinner do I need a reason to do that now?" he answered but as he did so I caught that gleam in his eye and his laughter was bubbling just below the surface. Well I thought two can play at that game.

"Well it's true I deserve it" I said offhandedly as I could.

As the minutes went by with no serious conversation taking place I took the time to enjoy my dining experience, especially since Jack was so intent on playing his little game. Therefore, I decided to let him run with it while I conveniently spent his money on my dinner, so with dinner beckoning I started my order. First the Entree which as I sat back enjoying the Sommeliers fine wine decided upon Lobster Medallions, Main was a little more difficult to settle on but eventually I decided on Veal (seared and steamed no less). Then because Jack was really starting annoy me with his smartass cheesy grin, I thought about ordering a Miso cheesecake for dessert. By the time Mains had arrived I'd already finished the first bottle and before I could even raise my fingers my Sommelier had arrived to help me with my choice. After much hand waving, poorly spoken French and shameless flirting I had my wine, a Red which after not so subtly pointing out that money was no object appeared at our table held in the hands of Christos (we were on first name basis by now).He held it in his arms with the respect and veneration one would hold the Holy Chalice, and on pouring I could only admire the look of concentration on his face as he poured it as respectfully as he could.

So with Christos' red firmly in my grasp and Jack's credit card now ducking for cover I raised my eyebrow at Jack with that don't mess with me look, as I demurely raised my glass to my lips. To his credit and my sanity he finally decided to talk. 

"Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?" 

"Uh huh" Start talking!

"Dawn"

"Yes"

"I have to tell you something"

"OK"

"I received my warning order for Afghanistan"

As he was saying that I was drinking my wine, and Christos' precious Red almost found its way all over the pristine white table cloth.

"Are you serious?" was all I could say.

"Yes, I leave in a fortnight, but I need to talk to you about something else as well"

All I could do was stare at him; I've already mentioned that I knew hardly anything about the military so this was coming as a complete shock.

"Dawn" I must have been in a daze and I just looked at him.

"Dawn I have to nominate my next of kin and I'd like you to be mine"

As he said that he slid a small black case over the table, a black case that had a gold Tiffany & Co logo impressed upon it. As I watched him slide it across to me I was almost in a state of shock, so much so my right hand holding Christos' precious wine dropped to the table with a small thump. I noticed the wine droplets spilling onto the tablecloth and out of the corner of my eye I saw Christos turn his head my way as if sensing my transgression upon his wine. With a flick of my hand I threw my napkin over the damning evidence and just stared at Jack. His smile was still on his face but it had no hint of the cheesiness it owned earlier.

My right hand met Jacks across the table and I held his for a moment before accepting the box, but when I pulled it towards me, I moved it to one side and looked at Jack again.

"Jack, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying Dawn that I would like you to be my wife"

Even hearing the words coming out of his mouth still didn't make this sink in any easier, I looked at box, then at Jack, then at the box again. 

"Open it"

I knew I had to do something, things were just happening so fast and I regretted now the second bottle of wine, damn Christos. With both hands I lifted the box, it even felt heavy, when I opened it my mouth dropped and so did my hands (almost). Inside was the most beautiful Diamond Solitaire ring I had seen, with a beautiful round cut stone and Diamond band, its sparkle lit up the entire table. I closed the lid with a snap, pushing the box back across to Jack.

"Jack I can't accept this"

"You mean you don't want to marry me?"

"What? No, I mean Yes. No"

"Jack what are you saying?"

"I thought I was saying Dawn, I want you to marry me"

"Jack" I just continued to stare at him, for the first time in many, many years I was speechless (damn you Christos)

"Jack you never said a word about how you feel about me, you know I love you but is this really what you want. Are you sure it's not just because you're going to Afghanistan? And what about my age do you really want to marry a woman who could be your mother? And what about your parents have you told them?"

I kept this up for several minutes, question after question hardly pausing for breath; Jack just looked at me as I spoke allowing me to wind down. Then when I had run out of steam he said.

"Dawn I love you I know I have trouble saying it but from our first meal I think I fell for you. I've never been so relaxed or comfortable with anyone else before. You're all that I want and need in a woman"

"Oh Jack" I started crying 

"Dawn please say yes"

"Oh Jack" I was in full stream now tears were running down my face as put his hands over mine.

"Dawn?"

"Yes, Yes the answer is yes" I couldn't resist any longer the tears were streaming down my face; Jack lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it mouthing the words thank you to me as he pushed back the ring.

"Should I have your new found friend Christos bring us another bottle of wine?"

"What?"

I looked at the second bottle and it was down below a quarter remaining, Oh God have I drunk that much?

"No, baby no more wine" 

"Then do me a favour and try the ring on"

Through the tears I smiled at him and with as much reverence as Christos had shown towards his wine I took the ring out of his box and placed it on my finger. I cried again.

That night as we returned from the restaurant and back to the unit I struggled to get out of my clothes, however Jack came to my rescue undoing my buttons, unzipping the zips and removing the odds and ends that had now almost become insurmountable due to my emotional state and the wine. It had been my intention to let Jack have his way with me but with every passing moment sleep beckoned and by the time he had removed my necklace I had passed out.




Dawn's Memories Ch. 02



For some reason I woke up early God knows the emotional roller coaster of the previous night had probably been enough. I realised we were in Jacks bed, Jack himself was apparently asleep and I glanced over at his clock 4.19am. Without waking Jack up I quietly got up and went to his fridge where I poured myself a large glass of water. Amazingly, I felt good no headache and wide awake, I made my way back to the bed where I noticed that the sheet had come away from Jack revealing him in all his natural glory. The pulled back sheet had also revealed a full blown erection which took my breath away, stunned I simply stood there looking at it for a moment.

I watched him sleeping and his breathing was slow and regular, he was fast asleep. I slid into bed pulling the sheet over me and as I did I remembered a quote from the past, Oscar Wildes, 'I can resist anything except temptation'. Mischievously I slid my fingers around his cock playing with his head which was enough to make me squirm. I then slid them ever so gently down along his shaft, as I did so I kept looking at Jack's face to see if he'd wake up, he made a slight noise and moved his hips but so far he still appeared asleep. So I kept stroking his cock quietly loving the feel of his manhood and with every stroke needing it inside me. I had no reason to feel so good after two bottles of wine but I'd woken up fresh and horny and to cut to the chase I wanted to fuck. His cock was starting to twitch and taking that as a positive sign I threw the sheet off both of us and removed my slightly wet panties.

Oh Lord what a cock, long, thick and impressive every woman's dream and mine to hold now for better or for worse. Slowly, I laid it back down and moved my hands down to his balls, silky smooth skin hid those precious jewels and I couldn't resist sliding down and placing one of them in my mouth. Jack's hips squirmed some more and I took a hint and backed off returning my hand to his cock.

Just holding his cock was making me wet and I squirmed around on the sheets giving my fiancé a hand job but needing so much more. God I was horny, and it was becoming all too much to resist so without a hint of shame I climbed on top. As I got comfortable I held his cock and guided it into position then without as much as a 'by your leave' I slid my sex down around his still hard cock. OH MY GOD, the feel of that large cock was amazing and without a hint of remorse I started to ride it, I knelt forward and placed my hands either side of Jacks head and slowly worked Jacks cock to an angle that was going to get me off. My orgasm was arriving faster than I thought, I could already feel myself tingling, soft moans worked their way into my throat and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. Then all too soon my orgasm took me, I pushed down onto his cock taking him to the hilt as my juices ran freely. The orgasm held me in its grasp and I could not help thrusting harder and harder onto his shaft. Without noticing I dropped my head and hair all over his face and moaned aloud losing all control as my climax washed over my body.

As I slowly caught my breath I felt Jacks hands caress my ass and his cock thrust back inside me harder again.

"You're not going to stop now are you?"

For a moment all I could do was hold my breath but then I felt Jack raise his hips pushing his cock deep inside me.

"Oh God Jack, I love you" 

"So you still want to marry me then?"

"Yes Yes Yes" 

"Good"

As he said that I felt his hand curl around my ass as he began fucking me, then one of his fingers started probing my ass on each downward movement of my body. I swatted his hand away.

"The day you put a ring on my finger is the day you can touch that"

Jack just laughed and began the job of satisfying his wife to be, within moments I was a lather of sweat as he began to show an interest in his work. I was now sitting upright being supported by Jacks hands on my breasts which in itself was turning me on to no end. 

Jack had started thrusting harder but I decided to regain a little control placing my hands against his chest as leverage and thrusting my own ass down on each stroke. I started moaning immediately another orgasm already near when I felt Jack start to thrust wildly into me. Looking down it was obvious my preliminary work had been a little too good. His face was contorted by his own orgasm and moments later I climaxed again having felt his seed deep inside me.

As I lay beside Jack trying deciding if I should make him get me a towel, he pulled me over to him and laid my head on his chest. As he stroked my hair I was soon ready to drift into blissful slumber when I heard him speak.

"Dawn I know you've already said yes but I need to tell you something else and I'll understand if you want to think about it some more"

Hearing this woke me up like the shock of cold water on my body, what was it? I tried not to show my fear and just nodded at him to go on.

"You know that I'm shipping out and I've told you that I'll probably see combat but what I haven't told you is that I'm actually the Operations Officer for a Special Forces Unit. The reason I'm telling you that now is because our unit has already suffered some pretty heavy casualties and I don't want you thinking that I'll be working in a Post Office or something over there."

There's an expression the younger generation use today and the moment Jacks words sank in, it immediately sprang to mind.

"What the Fuck!"

"Dawn I'm sorry, but I want to be honest with you if you don't want to marry me I'll understand, but I feel it's important to tell you this now."

"Jack I don't know what to say why didn't you tell me this before?"

"Dawn my job is my life and I've worked hard to get where I am, but it's also the type of job where a lot of what I do has to be kept at work. There are all sorts of security rules a lot of them are bullshit but you need to be able to understand that I have to work within those rules"

I looked at the ring on my finger as he talked and thought to myself there was always a catch. Jack perhaps was too good to be true and now I was learning the price I had to pay if I wanted to keep him. I was only listening with half an ear for a moment but then he said something that brought me back to reality.

"What did you just say?"

"I said we are having a formal dinner next Friday night and you can talk to the other wives there about what it's like, please don't make your final decision until then OK"

He lay me back down on his shoulder still talking about this and that but all I could think about suddenly were all those T.V. News reports about the killed and wounded servicemen serving overseas at the moment. Before now it had been another world away and somehow none of my concern. 

But now I had fallen in love with a man who could very shortly be one of those gruesome statistics seen on the 6 o'clock news. How could I survive the loss of another husband if it happened, but then how could I desert the man I loved right when he needed me most? 

As I contemplated what he was saying he rolled me onto my side and I felt him slide his hand between my still moist thighs again. His finger found my clit and as my body reacted to his touch, I realised there was simply no decision to be made. I closed my eyes and waited for what would come next.

Fini



Dawn's Memories



I won't lie the first 5 minutes were horrible, after I let Jack in I fluttered to and fro aimlessly trying to impress and feeling more and more out of my depth. Then Jack did something totally unexpected, rather than sit on a chair as I suggested he simply came up next to me in the kitchen and begin to help me. If he looked tall before in his house the size difference standing next to me was startling, where I had to stand on tip toes to reach anything he just reached out. It was almost off putting to have a man of his size standing so close but for some reason I didn't feel scared or nervous at all. He was deliberate in every move slow and sure, just as careful with a silver plated fork as he was with my crystal wine glasses. 

Soon I was finished with the cooking so I shooed him out of the kitchen and told him to open the wine, moments later a glass of beautiful red wine was next to my plate and we both sat down to eat. Honestly looking back now I can't remember much of what we spoke about, my most vivid memory is just looking at him. He towered over me even sitting in his chair, clean and smelling gorgeous with a freshly shaved face that only served to heighten his masculinity. Dressed neatly in a white linen shirt and cargo shorts he was a dream come true for any woman and to tell the truth I had a hard time believing he was eating dinner with me.

As we spoke the mood became lighter and easier, there wasn't any hidden tension just two adults enjoying a beautifully cooked meal and a bottle or two of wine that even my wine snob of a husband would have had trouble criticising. In fact the meal was so good Jack had two serves and then when I served my homemade apple pie and ice cream I was lucky to have kept any for myself, obviously you don't get to his size by eating tofu and rice crackers I thought to myself. But the real treat of the night was when I started to clear away the dishes, Jack stood up guided me over to the Lounge and in a deep voice said "I'll do it" with that he poured me a glass from a second bottle of wine we had opened and proceeded to clear away the dishes and wash them before my very surprised eyes. As he cleaned we talked, well I talked, he had an amazing ability to just listen and I suppose after several glasses of wine I just opened up. I held nothing back and when I mentioned my husband's death and my depression he never blinked.

When I look back on it I probably told him too much but like I said he was so easy to talk to and in a woman's devious way I learnt a little about him as well. 34 years old, married once, no children and a career Army Officer, he'd travelled extensively and had just completed his second tour of Iraq and was now awaiting his orders for Afghanistan. When I'd asked him how long a tour was not having a clue how the Army worked he said 12 months with the possibility of it being extended further. Needless to say that was a flat moment in the conversation which I tried to put behind us. But ultimately it was a success, the wine as I said was perfect and if the meal was good, it has to be said that I could have put liverwurst and Brussel sprouts on the plate with the same results. 

Before I knew it the time had raced away and the second bottle of wine stood empty on the table Jack finished his wine and not wanting to appear rude I got up and asked if would like a coffee. No he said and in two steps reached me in the kitchen "Thank you for a beautiful evening next time it's my treat" he said softly, and then before I even realised what was happening he reached out hugged me and gave me a very soft kiss on the side of my cheek. It was all I could do not to reach out, grab him and pull him close the instinct was that strong. Instead when he let go I smiled and we said our goodbyes. After he left I looked around, my kitchen was spotless as was the dining table. I guess there was something to be said for the Army after all. 

True to his word on Sunday Jack stopped by with the keys to his unit and car, he didn't say much but gave me a kiss on the cheek again and said "See you in a month". I didn't know how to react to that I just smiled and said sure, take care blah blah blah. Truth is, I was a little down, he was going for a month and I was hoping for perhaps something more from him. Wake up Dawn I said to myself your 53, what did you expect him to do. God I felt depressed.

Several days passed and I found myself thinking of Jack constantly, so much so that by the end of the first week I made the decision to go and check out his unit. With that thought in I grabbed the keys to his unit and walked over. As I walked over little butterflies appeared in my stomach even though I knew he was away. I opened the door and looked around, as expected everything was clean and tidy and the whole unit positively shone.

As I went from room to room it was obvious that my housekeeping duties would be minimal, there wasn't one thing out of place, and even his bedroom was immaculate. I made my way back to the main area and then I noticed standing on the kitchen bench was a bottle of red wine with an envelope resting against it. As I moved closer I noticed the envelope had my name on it, with a speed I didn't realise I possessed I picked the envelope up and opened it. Inside were a thankyou card and a short note:

Dear Dawn,

Thank you for a wonderful dinner, I apologise for having to leave so soon but I had some last minute packing to do.

I hope you'll let me return the favour when I return; I've also enclosed my cell phone number and email address if you need me.

Take Care

Jack

If I need him, suddenly part of me needed Jack more then I would have ever believed possible. I looked around his flat again and realising there was nothing to do here I grabbed the card (and wine) and returned home. Later that afternoon as I sat in my lounge room with a glass of Jacks wine in my hand I contemplated the idea of ringing him. Unfortunately it didn't matter how many glasses of wine I drunk I still possess the courage to just ring him out of the blue. So if I couldn't ring him I'd email him instead. In a heartbeat I was at my trusty laptop tapping merrily away at my keys, the wine it seems had given me some courage after all; I went to bed with a small smile of satisfaction on my face at the thought of sending that email.

The next morning after I went for my walk and had my breakfast I went and checked my email, trying not to build myself up to much. I turned on my computer and booted up my emails and sure enough – NOTHING. I almost swore but then I remembered I was a lady, I took a sip of my coffee and started casually surfing through the news sites when the email notification went off. A quick look and there it was, a reply from Jack.

Casual, warm and cheery; his response was just what I needed; he was still looking forward to another dinner date and was glad I messaged. Well what could I do but send back another reply? 'I too was looking forward to our dinner date so he better hurry up and get back because I was getting hungry' by the way ' what was he thinking of making so I could bring the appropriate wine'?.

And so our little emails started casually and cautiously and gradually they grew from one a day to several each day. He would tell me about his job, what was happening and what his friends were doing. Each email itself was special to me, it might contain the most trivial of moments in his life but I came to cherish each one. Nothing was too inane or boring, because for me it made my connection to him even closer and closer. And then one Friday night as I was just about to go to bed I decided to check my email one last time, sure enough another email from Jack awaited me. This one was slightly different however in that he had attached a picture of himself taken by one of his friends. He'd captioned it 'wish you were here' and there he was standing bare-chested and wearing only his trousers leaning up against a tent. Oh God I thought how was I going to sleep tonight with that image in my head, fair's fair I thought so I sent a cheeky email back telling him he could dress like that to dinner anytime! Dawn I said to myself you are such a hussy!

If I'm honest I suppose it was with that email and reply that things started to heat up between the two of us, but even then Jack would never say anything dirty or smutty. The best I could describe it would be to think of a pressure cooker, each day the tension and heat in our emails grew subtly stronger but paradoxically more contained. Finally the day came when he arrived back home, Jack had suggested dinner that night so I had asked for the day off spending it shopping for new clothes, purchasing the wine and cleaning the house till I could finally say it was gleaming.

Then about 3.00pm he gave me a call, could I collect him from the airport as his lift had to make a sudden dash to the hospital to his pregnant wife. Suddenly all my carefully laid plans were thrown into turmoil, I had to quickly get dressed and wearing no makeup (well maybe a little) drive straight out to the airport. By the time I got there I was so nervous I was almost sick, there he was standing at the terminal entrance totally at ease with himself and here I was going to puke all over the sidewalk. As I pulled up, he gave me a beautiful smile and came straight up and kissed me on both cheeks.

'Hello beautiful 'he said and my heart just melted, 'Thanks for coming to get me at short notice, how have you been'. With that my nervousness disappeared and we just talked and laughed the whole way home. By the time I pulled back into our complex I was totally at ease around him and him with me, the emails had opened up a whole new level for me and let's face it who wouldn't want to be around him. 

Just before I started getting dressed for dinner I went to the kitchen and got a glass a water, as I washed the glass and attempted to turn off the tap the entire tap head came off in my hand! In a moment there was water gushing out of the tap, all over my sink and more importantly my spotless kitchen. I couldn't believe it; I paused for a moment and then without taking a second thought rushed over to grab Jack. A minute later we were both back in my unit, without pausing he looked once and raced outside my unit. Suddenly the water stopped and he came back inside, five minutes later he had put my tap back on and had started to help me clean up the mess. Grabbing one of the several towels I had brought out he opened up my cupboards below the sink and started pulling everything out, as he did so he looked up and must have seen something not quite right because suddenly he was on his back half in and out of my cupboard looking up at something.

I kept wiping over my sink and bench tops and for a moment I glanced down and saw a sight I'll remember forever. Jack was only wearing a loose pair of those flimsy cotton grey Gym shorts men sometimes wear and as I watched, the constant movements on my floor and cupboard had pulled those shorts about as far down as they could possibly go on his stomach. It seemed like time stood still for a moment as I gazed down; his chest was heavily muscled and covered with a light sprinkling of black hair which trailed deliciously down to his flat stomach. More importantly to me however was what the shorts were trying to hide, I say trying because the water had pretty much wet those shorts entirely. The result, a highly arousing sight of Jacks package which left me breathless, being a lady I won't mention size but let me say this Jack was perfectly proportioned if you know what I mean. 

Oh God it was all too much and I could feel my cheeks heat up even as I kept looking at him moving his hips around while he struggled with whatever it was he was doing. All thoughts of a leaking tap left my mind and instead I could feel my body create sensations I hadn't experienced in so long. As I watched, it occurred to me that here I was standing in my kitchen with a half naked man and I was wearing nothing more than an old t-shirt and pair of panties. Oh Lord, keep cleaning Dawn I said to myself but no matter what I did I couldn't help it, I just kept looking and looking and then for a moment I looked up and found Jack's eyes staring straight back at me.

Never in my life have I been so embarrassed but at the same time never have I needed a man so much as I did then, as he looked back at me I could tell similar thoughts of desire were blossoming in his mind as well. I didn't know what to do as he slowly got himself to his feet and as it turned out I didn't have to do anything at all. He cleaned and dried his hands on the towel and slowly placed it on the bench, then taking a step forward he caressed me with those beautiful strong arms and gave me the deepest most passionate kiss I had experienced in years. It's not much to say I melted in his arms, I know it's a cliché but ask any woman she will tell you what it's like when a man like Jack takes you in his arms. He kissed me so deeply but so gently it was all I could do not to scream out loud and then just when I thought it couldn't possibly get any better one of those large hands reached down and lightly took hold of my ass. Oh my GOD my heart skipped a beat, I couldn't believe this was happening like this and yet I was powerless to control it, in fact I didn't want to control it. I wanted him and needed him so badly I would have given him permission to do anything to me.

He kissed my lips, my cheeks my face and ears and then he started moving down my throat. Each kiss almost burned and my body responded with a pent up desire that was close to overwhelming all logical thought. My hands which had been holding on to his large powerful back came down across that large chest and slowly I let my right hand slide down along his flat tight stomach to rest lightly on that large bulge at the front of his shorts. His kisses which until that moment had continued uninterrupted down my throat stopped suddenly, and his body tensed as he felt my hand lightly touch his manhood.

It had been so long since I had touched a man like this that I had forgotten the power a woman can hold over a man, the most simple and lightest of caresses could stop a man dead in his tracks and bring even the most powerful man under your control if done right and Jack was no different. With that light touch I regained control not only of Jack but of myself, desire was still there but my thought processes returned (for long how long I wasn't sure) and it occurred to me that with age comes wisdom.

So as my right hand continued to rest on that intimidating but highly arousing organ my left hand reached up and brought Jacks ear down to my lips

'Jack' I whispered 'I need to shower and you have dinner cooking'

Upon saying that I let my hand move a little further down and I squeezed his balls tenderly and then moved back, his eyes flickered open and he gave me that delicious smile. Then leaning over he kissed my neck and breathed into my ear whispering back 'I'll see you in 30 minutes'. With that he grabbed his tools turned around and left reminding me of an Achilles or Hector the way he moved with such natural grace. As the screen door closed I had to regain my composure and concentrate for a moment letting my heartbeat return to a more normal level, one thing was certain I needed to exercise more, I hadn't done anything and I was already breathing hard.

As I showered and pampered myself I thought about what I had intended to wear, I had already bought an outfit but given what had just happened would it be appropriate? Decisions, decisions, I decided to stick with my original choice and so I slipped into a simple pair of designer jeans and a gorgeous black blouse which was specifically designed to show off my natural assets. As I made my way over I fluffed out my soft hair and made sure my assets were appropriately displayed then with no hesitation this time I tapped on the screen. 'It's open' came his rely so in I went, as I entered my eyes had to adjust to the change in lighting for the entire unit was now just illuminated by candle's. There were two candles on the dining table and then candles strategically placed around the unit casting a beautiful soft glow, 'Ooohhh this is beautiful' was all I could say as I continued to look around.

Jack came out of the kitchen wearing jeans and a polo and walked over to me removing the bottle of wine I had brought from my hand, then a soft kiss followed. Soft and gentle but this time with passion which I responded to instinctively, then as we released he guided me over to my seat. Soon a glass of wine followed and I sat back in my chair like a princess at her ease, enjoying the moment as I watched a tall, strapping man make my dinner, pour my wine and attend to my every need. Dinner which smelt divine turned out to be a Warm Salmon, Potato and Dill salad combination which fitted perfectly with the wine.

 What can I say the food, the wine the company were all perfect again but this time the conversation was more honest and earthy, Jack had found his voice and told me stories that made me laugh so hard I almost spilt my wine. The connection between the two of us was amazing given the difference in our years a fact I had been dwelling on more and more of late. But for some reason with Jack it was never an issue and he never once brought it up. To soon the main was finished and dessert a calorie defying Chocolate torte had also been and gone. Our first bottle of wine was empty and for the first time all night a moment our conversation faltered, taking the lead I got up this time and headed to the kitchen where I started to clean away the remnants of our meal. In a moment Jack was beside me and it wasn't long before we had made short work of it.

When I had finished I looked up at Jack and without any modesty whatsoever said 'Give me 5 minutes and then come on over ok', he smiled and said 'sure thing'. With that I left and went back to my unit, in a moment I was out of my clothes and into a black bra, panties and chiffon chemise set that I had picked up earlier in the day. Amazing how lingerie could still look good on a larger girl I thought to myself. As I was admiring myself in the mirror I heard a knock on the screen, I quickly grabbed my bathrobe and threw it around me as I walked over to the screen. There he was the object of my desire for so long, standing there at my doorway with another bottle of wine and that soft seductive smile of his.

Letting him in I took the wine off him and walked over to the kitchen where I poured both of us a glass, as I did so he closed and locked the door and before I knew it he was behind me, I could feel the press of his body against me as his hands slid their way around my waist. He leaned his head into my neck and gently started kissing, it was all I could do not to drop the glass of wine I was holding as his warm mouth and tongue explored my throat and neck. I closed my eyes and my head dropped at the beautiful sensations he was allowing to rise in me. Meanwhile his hands had already found their way to the belt on my bathrobe loosening it and pulling the robe away from my body, and then a pair of large warm hands was exploring my hips, waist and thighs. The feel of his hands over my chemise was magical and I found myself moaning softly at every touch, it quickly became too exciting and I had to place the wine on the bench top because my hands were starting to shake.

Then just when I was getting used to all the attention he stopped, I felt him step back but as he did so my bathrobe went with him, I smiled and turned around and faced him picking up my wine as I did so and taking a sip, as I did I coyly looked up at him with not a hint of modesty about me. He moved back in again and once again I felt his hands caressing my body, his mouth nibbling on my ear and then moving to my throat before finally resting between my breasts where the heat from his mouth brought a rise of pleasure I hadn't felt in more years then I could remember. Once again I had to put down my wine glass and I gripped the bench behind me with both hands giving me the support I needed while Jack continued to work his magic over me.




Dawn's Memories



His touch was almost like a woman's so soft and gentle but there was no mistaking those hands large, firm hands which knew exactly what they were doing. I closed my eyes as his hands continued to explore my body working their way up to my breasts where they gently cupped and squeezed them while bringing them up to his face. I won't lie I moaned out loud then it had been so long and Jack was touching me in a way no other man had for years, I pulled his head back up to mine, kissed him and said 'Let's move somewhere more comfortable', he nodded his head and I thought we would just walk upstairs to my bedroom, instead he caught me completely by surprise by picking me up just like a husband does on their wedding night to his bride.

It was so unexpected that I let out a squeal, no man and I mean no man had ever done that to me before. Even my husband had never done it so for a moment I was speechless. Then as if he had not a care in the world he started carrying me to my bedroom, here I was a 53 year old woman being carried to her room like a teenage bride. Suddenly I just burst into tears I don't know why; I think the combination of all my emotions, the wine and this unexpected move by Jack just tipped me over the edge. Jack didn't notice the tears as he was carrying me but when we got to my room and he began to lay me on the bed he saw them. 

He stopped and asked what was wrong but I just shook my head and reached out for him, he knelt on the bed and I kissed him, I kissed him so hard and passionately I could have almost cried again for the joy of finding someone like him again. I brought my arms around his back and pulled him on top of me discovering again what it felt to have a man over me, being so big he braced himself with his arms so as not to hurt me and then he started kissing me all over again. Oh my Lord he could kiss and without even thinking about it my legs parted and I squirmed underneath him to feel him above me. In a moment I had my legs around his and I brought them over the top of him pulling his lower body towards me. My God he was big and the size of his body over me aroused me to an even higher plane, this was too much his kisses were driving me insane but at the same time I needed more much more.

I allowed my legs to drop and I pushed him off of me and then rolled him onto his back. I started undoing the buttons on his shirt and when he tried to help me do it I grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms back behind his head. 'Be good' I said 'and you'll get a reward'. He smiled and closed his eyes whilst I started to undress him. First his shirt, then his shoes and socks and then his pants. Finally I had him down to his underwear, a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs that almost covered him. I say almost because his size stretched those briefs to its limits, I knelt slowly over him and looked at his eyes which were half open watching me. With two fingers I reached out and closed his eyes and then slowly lowered my head to his chest, the first taste of his skin was one of pure unadulterated pleasure. Soft hairs gave way under my lips as I kissed his chest and my own eyes closed at the sheer delight of being able to do this once again.

I wish I could say that I spent hours toying with him and teasing him but the truth is I needed this more than he did and very quickly I found myself down at the base of his stomach where those hairs quickly disappeared under his briefs. Jack was being good at following orders his eyes were still closed and his arms were still held above his head, I moved myself slightly and lowered myself over his chest so I could still kiss and smell his masculine scent while I moved on to the next phase. Very slowly I allowed my fingernails to trace their way down the hairs on his stomach, and then as they hit the elastic on his briefs I paused. I allowed my nails to slide across his inner thigh and when they had gone as far as they could I trailed them back along the opposite side. All this time I was struggling to keep myself under control I was getting that excited but I wanted to make this memorable for both Jack and myself.

Slowly very slowly and with the lightest of touches I slid my nails across the length of him and continued until my nails had cupped under his balls. I could feel his body tense under me as I touched him and I smiled a wicked little smile. I allowed my fingers to caress him again but with the lightest of touches only, his cock however was responding at a far quicker pace. The fabric of the briefs strained against the skin it was attempting to hold in and the hardening cock was barely contained within them. It was getting too much for me so I shifted position again until I was kneeling between his legs, I grabbed his briefs and with a hand either side pulled them off of him. 

Oh my God Dawn look at what you have been missing, was all I could think of when I saw him completely naked, it was all I could do not to reach out and grab him and have my way with him. Instead my fingers reached out again and I circled his cock with just two fingers, then very slowly and trying to avoid touching his skin to much I let my fingers slide up and down his length. Oh God he was big and he kept growing under the touch of my fingers, he was completely hard in moments and his cock was lying impressively across his stomach. With my fingers I lifted him towards me; the sensation of him hardening even further as I stretched him upwards was incredible and as I continued to lightly stroke him his body twitched and a small moan escaped from his lips. When his cock was vertical I changed my grip and I used my whole hand to hold him. Just holding this cock was an experience in itself, the shaft was a beautiful soft pink and so smooth it looked polished, as I stroked him up and down veins appeared which far from detracting only added to his masculinity, reminding me that this was a real man here and not one of those toys I'd been familiar with for so long.

But the true beauty lay in the complete picture, that long, thick cock tipped by a head that I just needed to kiss, there was no resisting it and I lowered my mouth over him. Just for a moment I paused and unable to resist anymore I took him in my mouth as far as I could. Is there a feeling more powerful than having a man you have wanted for so long finally in your arms (or in this case mouth) the moment I tasted him I fell in love. As a man I knew he wasn't perfect (but truly girls are any of them?) but to have him in my mouth, to be caressing him and bringing him pleasure was one of the most powerful feelings I have ever felt. To listen to him moan as I teased and pleased him made me even more emotionally attached to him, the pleasure of seeing precum leak out from his body and knowing I had caused that, empowered me and made me more determined to satisfy him completely in any way he needed.

So with one hand stroking him and the other cupping his balls I pleasured him with all my determination, he continued to moan and once he brought his arms down, but I stopped immediately and pushed them back up. But to tell you the truth I wanted them around me, I needed to be held and I think he knew, for not long after when I had made that shaft glow a rosy pink he stopped me. He wasn't rough or hurried, there was no aggression but he was assertive, in an easy motion he laid me across the bed and pulled me towards the side of the bed. He moved off the bed and for a moment I didn't know what he was doing but then he knelt directly between my legs, lifting each leg skywards and buried his head between my thighs.

At the very first touch of his mouth my whole body tensed, I lifted my head up for a moment and caught a glimpse of his head lowering between my thighs and then I felt his tongue touch me. The sensation was electric, instinct took over and my head fell back while my hips thrust out trying to get his tongue deeper inside me. But Jack wasn't playing fair it was his turn to tease now and all I could do was writhe around on the bed as he slid his hands under my ample ass and proceeded to make me squirm and moan. It was obvious he was enjoying it, he started with the softest of kisses on my trimmed pussy up and down its length and then when my first moans began, his tongue joined in sliding along the length of my slit. Oh I was on fire already but when his tongue found what it had been searching for I almost screamed there and then. 

His tongue had found my secret and he proceeded to exploit it mercilessly, whilst all I could do was react to each and every pulsing sensation that was now engulfing my body. My sex was nothing but heat which was now radiating out through my entire body, and then just when I thought I had reached a peak his tongue probed deeper inside me while his hands lifted my ass and legs higher into the air. It was suddenly too much and this overwhelming tension which I had been experiencing suddenly became unbearable. My reaction was as instinctive as the scream that erupted from my throat, I could feel my whole body convulse as my orgasm possessed me. I threw my arms and head back and they tensed in time with the waves of pleasure that swept through my body, warm liquid gushed from my sex as I had the most powerful orgasm I had experienced in years.

The orgasm passed in waves and the sensations were beautiful, my mind, body and soul all seemed to come together as one and everything else faded into the background. As I recovered from my climax Jacks probing tongue continued to work its magic and just when I thought I had regained control of my body that tingling sensation reappeared again. His tongue warm, moist and strong was sliding in and out of my pussy, flicking my clit and then moving down to penetrate me again. Then as if this wasn't enough I could feel it sliding further down delivering its heat up against my ass where not even my husband had ever been. At this point however I didn't care, he was experienced to say the least and best of all he was patient. Another orgasm approached and all I could do was to grab his hair and push his face into my sex, he must be covered in my juices but I didn't care I was beyond caring for anything.

Slowly I recovered my senses Jack had let my legs go and it felt like body was just a loose assortment of limbs, the orgasms had released so much tension from my body that I could barely move. It was beautiful how I felt and I opened my eyes and met those of the man who had made me feel so good, he smiled and I could feel his hands position me back along the bed. I was almost in a daze but it was a beautiful daze, Jack positioned me on my back and I watched as he got himself into position. There he was right above me staring into my eyes, I glanced down and my thighs had already parted on their own accord allowing this man easy access to my now hot and wet sex. It was a gorgeous sight looking down at his flat stomach and that hard cock, he had supported himself with one hand above me and with the other he was guiding himself into me.

I felt him at my entrance, and my legs lifted and parted wide preparing myself for him. My hands reached around and grabbed his shoulders willing him to do it but instead I could only watch as he teased me yet again. That large, thick cock only a centimetre away from fulfilling all my desires instead stayed at my entrance, I could feel it sliding across my slit and then touching my clit. That touch alone almost drove me over the edge again and I moaned loudly voicing my needs.

I looked up at him watching him smile as he continued to tease me, but the teasing was having its effect on him as well and I noticed the look of lust in his eyes. I mouthed the word YES silently to him and for a moment he just looked back. Then when I was almost going to cry out he pushed his hips forwards and his cock thrust so deeply inside me that he locked me into place. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders thrusting my own hips forward and pushed as deep inside me as he would go. For a moment both of us lay still, the heat from his cock inside me was amazing and I moaned louder than I meant to into his ear, then in one smooth stroke he backed out again almost leaving me entirely. Only the tip of his cock remained and the feeling of emptiness overwhelmed me, I needed him so badly now, the urge to be fucked by him was almost primeval. My hands slid down grabbing his ass and I pushed him back into me, his cock was drawing me back into another orgasm already and he had barely started to fuck me. 

He lifted himself clean off me locking his strong arms into place and then with long smooth strokes he began to fuck me. His cock was like a piston sliding in and out to a smooth regulated rhythm of its own; my body replied by meeting each thrust and I could feel myself approaching yet another orgasm. The temperature in the room had been cool but already I could feel myself starting to react to his exertions, I was flushed and sweating but Jack still looked as cool as ever. His pace never seemed to change and the constant thrusting was having its desired effect, orgasm was only moments away. I gripped the sheets and my moaning soon became louder, in truth I think I was already loud but Jack didn't seem to care, instead he shifted position lifting my legs straight up in the air and holding me by my ankles. His long cock thrust into me and in moments he had returned me to the edge of orgasm, my whole sex had opened up and he plundered my body mercilessly while all I could do was moan. 

Moments passed and soon I passed from being on the brink of orgasm, to feeling it wash over my body, I screamed again I couldn't help it. I hadn't been fucked to orgasm in so long that the sensation was literally overwhelming; I screamed, moaned and yes even cried. But it was pure tears of joy and Jack didn't notice them instead he just kept on thrusting into me and my body kept on enjoying his physical attentions. I can't remember how long Jack had me like that he was a machine, a machine that seemed specifically designed to identify my needs and fulfil them like no other man had. Another orgasm passed until I have to admit the pleasure seemed to dull my mind, I was in another world and time seemed to just stop. 

This dullness of mind was eclipsed by Jacks stamina, I was now breathing hard and sweating and Jack continued to fuck me without it seemed, even taking a breath, obviously the age difference was taking its toll, I really needed to start going to the gym. Just when I thought my legs were going to give out from being in the air for so long Jack let me go, however my rest was short-lived and I found myself being rolled over. Oh God doggy style was always my favourite and if Jack had made me scream before what was it going to be like now? I felt him kneel behind me and I parted my thighs as far as I could, I grabbed a pillow and rested my head in it confident in the knowledge I was going to need it if I wasn't going to wake the neighbours.

Then without even a pause, he plunged into me, OH MY GOD he was big and the change in position only highlighted it even more, I buried my head in the pillow and screamed into it as he began to really fuck me. His thrusting was no longer slow and methodical; this was Jack not thinking but fucking. Personally I think I liked this Jack better, he grabbed my ass with both of his strong capable hands and fucked me hard. I could hear our bodies slapping together with each thrust and the next orgasm he gave me almost made me pass out, I screamed into the pillow and my legs began to quiver like jelly as my climax took hold of me. As I regained some self control it was obvious even Jack was beginning to get excited now, his thrusting had begun to take on a sense of urgency and he began to join me in moaning out loud.

Suddenly I felt him lift himself up behind me, almost standing on either side of me he plunged his cock in even deeper and I began to orgasm again, my head was buried in the pillow and my whole body was shaking from both my orgasm and Jacks thrusting into my body. I could feel his balls slapping my skin and then just when it seemed I was about to pass out from the pleasure of it I felt him thrust as hard as he could into me. His hands gripped my ass even tighter and he groaned out loud then I felt a surge of hot cum deep inside me, I had almost forgotten what it was like and I moaned out loud with pleasure when it happened.

I honestly cannot remember the last time I had such great sex it had literally been years, Jack just stayed on top of me and I could feel his cock deliver the last of his seed into me, the pulsing of his cock and his moans continued to turn me on as I knelt beneath him. Moments later he lifted off me and I almost collapsed onto the bed, I was so wet I needed a towel but I needed to rest more. I closed my eyes and when I opened them Jack was beside me with a glass of water, how could you not fall in love with a man so thoughtful? 

This 53 year old body was still recovering when he slid beside me; I drank my water and tried to catch my breath at the same time. Meanwhile he moved closer to me and gently coaxed me onto my side spooning me. Oh he felt good and as I lay my head on the pillow I felt his hand between my thighs coaxing my leg up, surely he couldn't be ready again so soon I thought. In answer to my question I felt his cock slide over my thigh and inside me in one quick easy movement. Not totally hard yet but when he entered me I felt him stiffen quickly. The next lot of lovemaking was slow and sweet, my orgasms although not as often were just as powerful and fulfilling. His climax was a long time in coming and by the end of it I was exhausted. I looked at the clock and with a shock saw that it was almost dawn, I just looked at him and all he could do was smile and reach out for me again.

I crawled under his arm threw my own arm over him and muttered something about sleeping and then I must have fallen asleep straight away. When I awoke Jack wasn't there and a look at the clock told me I had slept straight past lunch time. I tried to move but my body was unwilling, a not so subtle reminder that 53 year old women aren't supposed to be having all night sex sessions I thought to myself. I finally managed to work up the energy to get out of bed and threw on a towel that was lying on the floor as I made my way downstairs I found Jack asleep on my lounge, perhaps I thought to myself as I watched him breathe in and out you're not as out of shape as you think you are and with a satisfied smirk on my face I went back to bed.

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