They spoke for hours, as twilight fell and they watched it from the deck of the penthouse suite. “Oh my God,” she said, “I’ve got to meet Brad for dinner. I promised to explain to him…I know he knows…you look too much alike!” He offered to go with her, but she said she thought this would be something she could do better alone. She promised to come back as soon as she could. He stood and held her “You’ve got to promise I can meet him, offer him some kind of explanation.” She kissed him softly and he was transported back to Ole Miss, to the Grove where she’d kissed him the first time. The shock went through both of them. She pulled back, surprised, and then promised she would try to set something up. When she left, he headed for a long soak and a shave. He was whistling.
She returned about eleven o’clock. Brad had had to quickly run to the Silver Sands Factory outlet in Sandestin to buy some clothes that fit. His liquid diet and lack of interest in eating had at least burned off some of the middle aged lard he had added over the years. He had nothing that fit him at all. He met her dressed business casual, and all in all he looked better than he had in years. He felt better than he had since the tornado.
She looked approvingly at him as she entered the penthouse. “There will be some rough going over the next few days,” she said, “but he’ll come around. He’s a good man.” Brad poured a stem of champagne for her and they went out on the patio deck in the moonlight. “It was still hard” she said. “I’d never told him anything about you except that I’d loved you.” “No husband?”, he asked, looking at her bare ring finger. “No husband, but many men” she laughed. “I’ve never loved any man but you and my papa and brothers” she said, gazing at him over the champagne glass. She walked to him and kissed him, and they were swamped with emotion. Her nipples hardened and showed through the white dress. He grew an erection harder than he’d known in years.
She backed away, “This is going too fast” she said. He stepped forward. “Angie, we’re almost fifty years old, nothing is fast any more. I won’t lie to you, I loved my wife. I still miss her so much it hurts every single day. I never forgot you though, and she knew it. She came to accept you as an invisible part of our marriage, even though it wasn’t fair to her.” He kissed her again, slowly, tasting the same woman he’d known thirty years before, remembering her touch, her taste, her heat. “Brad, I haven’t bathed, I’m wearing the same dress I’ve had on all day…” He silenced her the only way he could.
He carried her in his arms over to the huge hot tub on the patio deck. When he set her down, she looked into the tub. “Turn the bubbles on” she said. When he turned back from his chore she was standing nude in the moonlight. Her long dark hair was casually pushed to one side, hanging over one of her breasts. Her belly was hard and flat in the moonlight, and her dark eyes shone.
She sat before him on the edge of the tub, lifting one of her heels up beside her ass. “Remember this?” she asked as she lifted two fingers to her mouth. He literally shivered as he remembered the long ago day when he’d first seen her do this. “Watch me” she said. As she began to toy with her bald pussy, he ripped off his brand new clothes and threw them on the deck. She slid back in the now rapidly bubbling water, beckoning him to follow.
When he stood inside the tub she launched herself at his swollen member, taking it down to the root. He wrapped his hands in her hair and hung on as best he could. She never came up for air, she never backed off his cock an inch. Her tongue and her throat muscles coaxed him to an unbelievable release. Months of stored up cum boiled into her throat but she stayed with him, holding his balls in both hands.
They drained the bottle of champagne and talked of old times, comfortable with each other. So much had passed them by, but it seemed as if they had always been together. She could still make his blood race, and frequently during their nightlong conversation they had to stop talking and fuck. She couldn’t keep her hands or mouth off his penis for more than a few minutes at a time, and he couldn’t stop fondling her breasts or running his finger between her legs. When the sun crept over the horizon, it found them in his plush king sized bed, his cock deep inside her ass. She was moaning his name, fingers grasping at the sheets, begging him to cum in her tight hole. She came with him, and he lay on top of her, softening but still inside. He started to get off of her, but she begged him to stay. They fell asleep, still connected, exhausted and smiling.
He awakened to the aroma of fresh coffee and salt air. He could hear the gulls cry, so he knew Angie was on the patio deck. He quickly padded naked to the shower. He shaved and put on new clothes…the man he saw in the mirror in no way resembled the sad drunk he had awakened to the day before. He found Angie sitting on a chaise outside, gazing at the clear emerald green waters of the Gulf of Mexico, sipping from a steaming mug of coffee.
She smiled at him and he bent to kiss her. It was a soft loving kiss that spoke volumes to her. “Sit down with me my darling” she said. He sat and she poured him a mug of the coffee from a carafe on the table beside her. He breathed deeply over the mug, the coffee fine and strong. They sat for a long time listening to the gulls as they wheeled overhead and watched the waves crashing on the beach. “It is so peaceful here” she said. “I love it,” Brad told her, “and I love you.” His hand reached out to hers. She set her mug down on the table and took both his hands in hers. She bent close to him, “Brad, don’t start making plans or promises. I know how we parted, and I don’t feel any different right now than I did then. A long time has passed and we are not the same, no matter how familiar last night felt.”
She shuddered, “God how familiar.” His hand stroked her long dark hair. “I’ve nothing to go back to, my home is gone, my life has been swept clean. Before I saw you and Brad yesterday, I was contemplating a short life involving drinking myself to death. When I woke up today, my first thought was that you are still as amazing as you were thirty years ago. My second thought was that I have a son now, and I want to get to know him” Brad told her seriously. “I’m hearing what you’re saying about time having passed, but I’ve always loved you and that’s not going to change.” She smiled gently at him. “We will see” she said. They called their son and arranged to meet him for a late breakfast at a nearby cafe.
The meeting was awkward at first. Father and son didn’t know whether to shake hands or hug. They settled for the handshake and the shy introduction Angie made. The son had attended Mississppi State instead of Ole Miss, and had majored in Computer Science. Brad noticed the fraternity pin on his son’s collar and flashed the fraternity’s secret sign. His son stopped talking in mid-sentence and gave the response. They shared the fraternity handshake and Brad spoke first.
“I’ll be damned, I didn’t know they still passed all that stuff along these days” he said. His son, grinning, said they certainly did and the next few minutes passed easily for them. They found common ground in their interests, and an animated conversation ensued. Even their taste in breakfast was similar, both loving cheese omelettes, biscuits, and grits. Angie sat eating her grapefruit and sipping her coffee, enjoying herself hugely.
“He liked you” she said. “He seems to be a fine man” Brad told her,” I don’t know how you managed it on your own.” They spent the whole day together, making love, swimming, lying on the beach.
They met their son for dinner, and truly had a wonderful time. He had to excuse himself early because he had a date with the waitress who had helped them on the beach the day before. The two men hugged as they separated for the evening.
Brad nuzzled Angie’s neck as he reached around her waist and then raised his hands to cup her full breasts. “Our son has good taste in women” he said. “I know,” Angie said, “if I could have gotten her alone before he did I would have tried to seduce her myself.” Brad turned Angie in his arms, one eyebrow comically arched, “You like women too?”
“Brad, I told you, it’s been a long time and we are different people now than we were.” She sat on the chaise, patted the cushion beside her and indicated for him to sit. “While you have been in your quiet little corner of Mississippi, I’ve been in Los Angeles. I told you, there have been many men, but I have changed my love, and you don’t know me any more. That is why I asked you not to make any promises or plans yet.” “Am I going to need a drink for this conversation?” he asked. “Yes my darling, I think we both will.” She stood, and with the woman’s magic they all seem to be born with, she reached behind her and unfastened her dress. It fell to the deck unnoticed. “Bring the Crown Royal and meet me at the hot tub,” she gave him a wicked smile, “I’ll turn on the bubbles!”
He returned to the hot tub with a new bottle, two glasses, and a full crystal ice bowl. He set the tray down on the little table. She began to make their drinks while he undressed. Her nude body was even more enticing to him than it had been back in college. Slender, she was little more than five and a half feet tall. She was willowy, with slender legs and hips, and her firm upright breasts were just a little too full for such a slender body. Her dark skin was smooth and unlined, and when she moved she was graceful. The dark hair framing her high cheekboned face was amazingly erotic as it swung back and forth.
She offered him his drink, then bent to kiss his penis. “Now that we have calmed
