Betty enjoyed his company whenever it could be arranged for them to meet and they could do so away from her small house on the outskirts of town. She had lived there for some time and stayed there because it suited her. A network of friends and amenities, along with the peace to be found in the forested dunes only a few minutes away, brought a sense of lethargy whenever she thought of moving. After one long and ultimately failed relationship she was not minded to add to her troubles and try to settle in somewhere else.
Now, the summer was drawing to a close but the elements seemed not to have had the message, for the day had again dawned bright and with only a few clouds drifting lazily across a blue sky. It was perfect weather for a cycle ride and then a walk in the dunes, to stop for a drink and sample a tasty pastry in a favoured haunt and to do that with a dear friend, someone she had drawn close to and had met at, of all places, a current affairs discussion forum where she had been an infrequent attendee until she had ‘fallen’ into being drawn closer to him.
They would meet outside of these discussion groups and enjoy the cycle rides, the walks, and, along the way, the deeper conversations that they would often fall into. He was twenty-six, a graduate in environmental sciences, and, as she worked in a ‘milieu’ or environment testing company, they had much in common and to speak of. She was thirty-four years old, so there wasn’t a chasm between them that had to be bridged or for her to be overly worried about.
It was a bond of unexpressed affection and companionship, not complicated by sex, that she found with Luc and he seemed unfazed by their age difference, even if it was only some eight years or so. He always made her feel that he wanted to be with her, but she knew from the look of his eyes, sometimes, upon her when she wore something particularly flattering to her slender shape, that a deeper but unexpressed attraction lay within them.
And for her part, she could not ignore the effect that he had upon her, and that had gone unrequited. She watched the ripple of his leg muscles as he pedalled before her, saw his toned arm and leg muscles flex as Luc cycled effortlessly before her before he slowed down so that she could catch up and pedal beside him, her hair caught by the breeze as it poked out from under her helmet that was more of a crown set on her head, her sun goggles keeping from him her appraising glances.
Luc looked so darned fit, his high-cheeked face slender and deeply tanned, his cycling body suit almost like a second skin. He was into the sport and dressed for it. She loved to cycle in the dunes, or along the cycle paths that weaved through the polder land, some taking her through coniferous woodland. She was fit enough to keep up with him.
Nearing the dunes, she made Luc slow down and chose to point to the sky. “I hope I’m wrong, but I think I can smell rain in the air.”
“I’m sensing that too; the breeze is colder and moister.”
“Why didn’t we think of that and go out prepared?” she asked in some dismay.
Her bright yellow spandex cycling top with its geometric pattern, and with a bicycle shown on the front and back, would wick away some perspiration, just as her black shorts would do. But her gear would become like a second skin if they both got soaked by a sudden squall. There would be no concealing from him just what she had if that were to happen, and it looked like it would. The same could be said of him.
“We wanted to get out and enjoy the day,” was his ready answer to her concerns.
As if in tune with each other, they slow to a stop and look behind them and see the bubbling up of dark rain clouds, their edges white and lit by the sun. The sight was not something to be immediately concerned by, but to be aware of and to adjust their route. Betty watched his Adam’s apple dance under the smooth skin of his throat as Luc drank from his sports bottle.
“We’re far enough away from my flat for us to get soaked if it catches up with us,” she mutters, pouting a smile as she sees his attentive gaze upon her as she too takes a drink from her flask, set in its holder on her bicycle’s frame. “I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
“That’s what I’m beginning to think too,” he smiles and makes ready to set off. “Let’s increase the pace shall we?”
“Just as long as I can keep up with you!”
His laugh, Luc’s look upon her, and then his beckoning wave make her join him. “You have done, so far. Now, come on!”
Even as the first drops are felt she’s not overly concerned. She doesn’t feel cold and is also energized by his encouraging words, and his soft smile as they occasionally catch the other’s eye. The sight and touch of the droplets does encourage them to increase the pace.
“We’re getting wet!” she shrieks out of surprise and a strange sense of pleasure to be sharing this new adventure with him.
“You won’t melt. You’re not made of sugar!” he laughs and looks approvingly at her as Betty’s bare arms begin to glisten from the soaking they soon surrender to. “I see a different woman and one even more beautiful than before!”
“Next turn! Let’s be quick and get back to my place!” The rain is steady now and she feels it to be friendly, or considerate, given their situation. Betty also knows that she’s now sharing quite different moments from all that have gone before. “We can’t get any wetter!”
Her happy laughter captivates him and Luc brushes a hand over her arm as they cycle close together at a steady pace; sharing in breaths of effort and glances at each other.
“Each day and moment I have with you is different.” They were getting wet together and he took it as another step in getting closer with the woman beside him and in ways so very different from all that has gone before. He’s feeling hornier, than ever before, when in her company. “We can’t get any wetter!”
“No! That’s what I’m thinking too, Luc, but we may as well get home.”
She knows what she means by saying it and she pouts a smile on seeing his reaction to those few words. They are not so far from her place, now, and they maintain the pace. She’s mildly disconcerted to feel his hand on her shoulder as he pedals faster than she does and so helps her along. His assistance has not been asked for, but she senses a subtle shift in what has played out between them for so long.
“You’re home at last,” he smiles as Luc takes off his water-slicked sun shields and gazes at her. She can’t miss how his cycling suit shapes him as he stands astride the crossbar of his bike. He likes what he sees of Betty in her wet cycling gear and is caught in two minds about what to do.
“You’re not going, not leaving me now, are you?” she asks in dismay as he watches her take off her cycling helmet and finger out her hair. “Come in and dry off a bit?”
“I won’t get any wetter going home.”
“I said that I’d like you to come in.” She stands closer and gazes at him approvingly, a soft provocative smile to be seen on her lips, a hint of some pink lip gloss still to be seen on them. “We’re like two wet cats let into the house. Now, come on!”
Her happy voice persuades him.
“You win and I get a chance to be with you a whole lot longer, Betty,” he assures her, needing no persuading to be with the woman shaped so enticingly by her wet cycling gear that now clings to a curvy figure. Betty’s hair is a wet tangle that only lends her a wild and rebellious look that he’s not seen before.
Their voices echo in her small hallway as they kick off their cycling shoes and strip away sodden ankle socks. They laugh at the awkwardness of their movements and hold out a hand to offer support, or to make real what seems to be a different bond that is forming between them.
“I want to do this,” he says as Betty stands close for a moment. He hugs her after struggling with the impulse not to do so. They’ve had a platonic relationship for longer than he thought possible or wanted. “Every time we’re together it’s different and means something to me, just as this one does now.”
It sounds crazy what she is now prompted to say.
“Do you want to take a shower and warm up? I can put your cycling gear in the tumble dryer. I’ll grab a dressing gown for you…”
Her voice trails away as she sees his answering smile. “Yeah, that sounds good. So yes, okay….”
They leave a trail of water droplets on the stairs and she points Luc in the direction of her bathroom and hands him a towel along with a white Terry-cloth bathrobe. He will find anything else he needs in there as she closes the door on him, her heart racing as she wonders what he will make of this change in their dealings with each other.
Luc will strip off that body-shaping cycling gear that has had her wondering all through the cycle ride what he will have thought of her, each of them sodden by the rain and their gear clinging to their bodies, skins glistening where it has been exposed. Now a good-looking young guy is in her shower room and he’s naked, or soon will be.
“Betty?” she is startled to hear him call out as the door is opened enough and she takes his cycling clothes from his hand. “I’ll just about get into the dressing own you’ve left for me…”
“You’ll only need it until your gear dries.”
She scurries away and takes to the stairs, grabbing a bathrobe for herself at the same time. She’ll strip off downstairs and throw her clothes in the dryer along with his. Their clothes will be tangled up and she soon shivers as the air wafts over her naked skin. A hot shower would sure feel great and the thought wells up in her at the same time as her mind is possessed by wanting to have that shower and him. What she may have thought of happening, at some time in their relationship, is now presented to her by raging thoughts of Luc, naked in the room behind that door that she again passes.
“Damn it!” she curses softly, unable and unwilling to keep away the thoughts of what she wants from him. “If not now, when will I get the chance again?”
With a trembling hand, she silently opens the door and is greeted by the cloud of steam filling the room. It hides her as she slowly eases her robe away. Stepping closer she sees him soaping his strong body with agile hands, his face turned up to meet the jetting water from the shower head; he’s even humming and is unaware of her presence.
She touches herself slowly, just as he is to be seen doing as Luc showers. He must be thinking of her…Luc must be as he touches himself, strokes and tugs on what she saw as a shapely lump in his cycling suit. Now it is there for her to see and delight in! She feels a little giddy and wants it to be her hands that work him or smooth soap over his toned body.
“Luc? I’m here with you,” she says, as one hand slides slowly over his back and she washes him.
A moment’s shudder of shock to find her in the cubicle with him gives way to his acceptance. He reaches behind him and Luc draws her closer until she presses against his back, her lips pressed to his skin and both hands offering sliding caresses to his body. She squashes her breasts against his back and caresses his skin with them.
She shivers. She loves to touch his toned body which is muscled but it is not the physique of a bodybuilder, but an athlete and a body with no surplus weight to be seen or to hold onto. To her sight and touch, he’s perfect and she wonders what he will make of her body, naked as it is and still pressed against him.
“Let me see you,” Luc asks and he turns in her embrace, his wondering eyes taking her in and his lips soon pressed to the firm swell of her breasts. He tugs on her nipples as his hands grip her buttocks. They grind against each other.
“Go on!” she urges, pushing a hand between them to make certain that his erect penis is between her legs, She grips his buttocks, kneads the hollows slowly as she grinds against him, and feels his shaft slick caresses to her slit. She draws her nails slowly over his skin, and tugs on his nipples.
“You go on…do that for me too!” he groans and sighs, snatching kisses as they submit, finally, to the pleasure the sight and touch of the other brings. Luc looks down as she kneels in the cubicle and trails caresses and kisses over his legs before she finds the object of her intentions and trails sucking kisses over his penis, gently kneads his balls, and sucks on them too.
“I wondered if we would ever do this,” she smiled on looking up at him with lust-filled eyes and before she resumed bobbing her head up and down on him, the soft slurping sounds of her actions just to be heard above the soft shower of water that cascades over them.
Luc restrained her as he felt his sac tighten with the cramps of impending release if he allowed her to continue bobbing her head up and down on him, to swirl her flickering tongue over his length as she mouthed him hungrily. “Don’t make me lose it in here!”
“Okay, I’ll wait!”
She stopped mouthing him but continued in her caresses to his hips, his thighs, then up over his belly before she caressed his hard length with her breasts and met his look as Luc gazed down at her and what she was pursuing with him. She could not stop in her kissing and sucking on him, her fingers kneading his sac or pressing against his perineum, those touches coaxing him to buck his hips to meet her claims on him.
His erection, so hard and trembling, enthralls her and she keeps on working him, trails caresses and tightening grips on his length without bringing him to the point of losing it over her. She no longer feels the water; the shower’s been turned off. Luc stands quite still, under her spell, as she kneads his sac, rolls it in her fingers or between her eager lips, her touches and kisses to the domed tip of his trembling penis arousing deep and prolonged groans of pleasure, heightened further when her thumbs trace caresses over the hooded tip and in time with the flicker of her tongue.
She can’t keep away from the main prize, that of tasting him. She takes a firm hold of his prick and pulls it down so that she can mouth him. How hard and wonderful he feels and she knows her pulls on him will stretch it, bring a different pleasure. His hands are in her hair as she closes her lips around the hard girth, then the domed tip and she bobs her head and sucks, kneads his sac, and her tongue and lips trail wanton claims over it. He thrusts his hips to meet her demands, their breaths echoing in the small room as she pleasures him.
“Betty!” he calls out and she feels him tremble, to go weak at the knees from her expert mouthing of him.
She wants him in her and his hold on her arms pulls her up and she embraces him, hard nipples to hard nipples and hands clamping on him. Before he can pursue his claims on her, she turns and leans forward against the tiled wall and spreads her legs. She feels him close and reaches back to pull on his prick but he brushes it away.
“Me now and this way,” he cries out and he enters, oblivious to her hands pulling on his hips as he takes her, lifts Betty onto her toes with each thrust as his fingers caress her slit and prick against her clit. His penis is buried in her and is then withdrawn to the edge only to push back in, his hands sliding over her belly then gripping her jiggling breasts and crushing them, their calls to each other silenced by snorted kisses. She holds his hand and guides its movements over her slit, to press her pubic bone.
“Yes…yes ..this way…then on my bed! You’re not going anywhere!”
She wants the dam to burst, for them to finally share in what has been building up for so long between them. She wants the feeling of her onrushing orgasm to last, and then not. She wants to come, to succumb to an orgasm that she has delayed for far too long and she hears from his grunts that he’s there too.
“Betty! You’ve got me!”
She shrieks encouragement through their shared orgasm; feels the first harsh spurt of his release, reaches between her legs to grip and squeeze on his sac, hard, and feels all that follows as she is held against him, leaning forward and her breasts hanging loose, for an instant, before he grips them, his breaths of consumed pleasure warm on her wet back.
They have fallen over the edge and have done that together, their kisses of acknowledgment deep.
“You’re staying with me a while longer, aren’t you?”
Luc cups her face in his hands as she turns to face him.
“Yes, I am, there’s more of where that came from.”
♥
Laughing, they had dried each other off, the towels that had been used hung haphazardly on the bathroom radiator when they were through. The bathrobes, that she had thought they would wear after they had showered, and then dried off as they waited for Luc’s cycling clothes to dry had been left lying on the floor.
“I’ve loved what you did just now, so you take the lead,” Luc asked of her. She chose to comply and led him into her ‘special’ room, the space dominated by a wide bed with a light-wood frame and row of pillows arranged along its width, the wall above decorated in a wallpaper of grey with palm leaves in white. Downlighters illuminated a range of wall cupboards and the impression left with him was of a minimalist design.
He forgot all of that on meeting her wondering look upon him and Betty coaxed him to lie back and she delighted him, trailed kisses over his body, her lank wet hair brushing his skin with every move that she made.
“Is that how you want it?” she asked and on a beguiling look as she lingered.
“What do you think?”
“I’ll soon know, won’t I?”
She felt his hands in her hair as she looked down at Luc’s erect hard cock, its length and girth dismaying her. Such a length of meat on one so young and she already knew from his ways with her that he was no novice, that she would be sharing an act with someone where she would not have to take the lead for long. It was tempting to do so, nonetheless, and she slid her trembling hand down its veined sides as the other cupped his balls and kneaded the sac of ridged skin, gently. She could not hold and work all of him in her slender-fingered hands but she heard from his breaths that she was doing it right for him.
Luc felt her shiver as Betty pressed against him, her hair brushing his chest. “I need you…want this from you.”
“I know and I want this too!”
She met his wild kisses, his hungering claims on her body; the grasp of Luc’s hands on her buttocks as he pulled her against him, his tongue flickering ever deeper into her mouth until she had to tear her lips away. He’d become lost in the moment, the barrier of restraint that had seen them behave differently, earlier on, now pushed aside. They were naked in each other’s arms.
She needed that cock, all of it, and right now. It was certainly more than enough to please her. It, combined with Luc’s strong young body and its muscled tone, would help her to rediscover the passion and hunger for loving ways with a man who desired her.
He needed no coaxing to lie back on the bed and she saw how he held his penis erect in the expectation of her claiming it. She straddled his hips and succumbed to his claiming caresses that brought her breasts to his mouth, and the swirl of his tongue over her nipples as she leaned forward to reach between them and soon grasped his cock. She had only one intention now, and that was to settle on him and have that bulbous tip cares her slit and slither over and into her opening, her actions lubricating his deeply veined skin that she gripped with trembling hands. She would feel it all as she moved and slowly settled on him, her pussy needing to be stretched to accommodate him.
“No, don’t rush it, Luc…don’t!” she groaned as she rose and settled on him, slowly and sinuously, and as she tried to restrain him as he bucked his hips to force entry. She pressed her hands down onto his chest and caressed his abdomen lightly as she made him lie back. “Take it slow, you’ll find me with what you have so…so…so take your time.”
“I don’t feel I have that…time to hold back. I want you!”
“I know but try to go slowly for me.”
She was beguiled by what she felt to have him slowly taking her and she breathed in short sharp snaps that became groans of pleasure as his movements opened the way to deeper and deeper penetration. Then he was all the way in and she rode him, she felt so full of what he brought into her. Her vagina was being caressed and stretched, plumbed in ways that had her feeling that she too might not be able to hold back her orgasm.
She rode him in pursuit of renewed pleasure, moved higher onto his hips, and used her muscles to clamp on his cock, to rise and fall in a ragged rhythm that his movements underneath her allowed. She groaned in pleasure from where he reached, what felt to be her untouched depths.
“You’re finding me…finding me so deep!” she panted, her head bowed and her tits jerking as he bucked underneath her and she gripped his chest so that she could keep some control over what he pursued with her.
“I want that with you Betty! Now that we’re loving there’s no stopping us!” he called out to her and managed to embrace her as she sat on him and kept on fucking him in quick thrusts of her hips, her pussy’s muscles clamping him in a vise-like grip.
There was no way this was going to be slow and easy fuck, absolutely no way. She knew that her body needed every moment of the impending release, for an overwhelming climax to take her and she now pursued that moment in a frenzy of movements, a pinch of fingers and claw of hands to his body; her fingers teasing the base of his prick as his belly rubbed against her mound. She drew on her reserves of energy and skill to take him, moved up and down on his probing prick or slumped down on him, and heard Luc gasp out of uncommon pleasure and the wantonness of what they were pursuing with each other.
“I don’t need that!” she screeched as Luc’s fingers teased her pussy’s lips and she felt the cramps of her impending orgasm tighten and quicken in her belly. She was past the point of no return and could not delay the tumult of sensations that wracked her body.
They pursued consummation and writhed and bucked their bodies, becoming lost in the maelstrom of pleasure before she felt the forceful expulsion of his seed, the searing darts of cum slick her pussy’s walls as she clamped on him to excite the forceful ejaculation of rope after rope of his cum, her body shuddering as she joined him in the maelstrom of a shared consummation, their minds and bodies overwhelmed by what they had sought of each other.
“I couldn’t hold on any longer,” he now kissed and she felt his movements slow, but her body resolutely refused to let Luc ease out of her. She kept him and his cum from leaking out, wrenched on him to delay the ebbing away of her pleasure from having been so lustfully possessed.
“Stay close, just stay close to me,” she demanded, her voice shrill, as Luc slowly finally withdrew from her and lay down, one arm crossed over his eyes as if to blot out the sight of her, or against the thought of what had been discovered and confounded everything that had gone before.
“I can’t live on without this and not being with you, but time may tell us where it now goes,” he finally confessed and turned to gaze at her stretched out on the bed beside him. He took delight in what she brought to his sight and touch. Betty confounded everything that he had thought he knew of her.
Betty had brought to him incomparable pleasure as his cock filled her, had been claimed by her clamping and tugging muscles that had brought the wracking strains of his orgasm. What she had sought from him had provoked the searing pulses of his release and the satisfaction that he knew would only endure for as long as she kept him in her.
“We live for the moment, every one that we can share,” she finally replied and moved to lie close against him, pursuing a warm embrace as they came down from their shared highs.
She coaxed him to again lie between her legs and she wrapped him with them and her arms, one hand then stroking his back as the other guided him in his kisses to where he could reach and not break that hold upon him.
Luc kissed her throat and the curve of her breasts, Betty again pushing them together so that his lips pressed her breastbone and she caressed his cheeks with their fleshy warmth. He surrendered to her kisses, hard, wet, and sloppy kisses that provoked the swirling of tongues, deeper probing that was an avowal of all that had been discovered and then shared.
They also held the promise of meeting again and sharing the heat in the future, but they each knew that their tryst was over if only for the moment.
Betty moved out of his embrace. “I’ll go and check if your cycling gear is dry….”
“In a moment.” He detained her and she sensed that what had been shared was not going to be the end of it between them. She wasn’t going to be thought of as another conquest, or easy lay for him, especially not after the slow build-up that had ended with them tumbling onto her bed.
Their tryst was to be seen as something special, the wasting pleasure they had discovered as he had begun to drill and slip into her until she had been overcome by the drugging waves of pleasure that crashed over her and she had whined out her encouragement, the sound rising to a high pitch as she succumbed to her orgasm, uttering unintelligible profanities as she did so.
Luc had lost it and had reacted to her orgasm by speeding up his plunging and wrenching thrusts. He had humped her furiously, her words of encouragement shrill in his ears, but by then she had not cared. His tempo changes, the vigour of his thrusting and easing away, had helped prolong her orgasm until the inevitable end.
Ona final guttural call to her, Luc had offered a couple of sudden, hard, and deep thrusts into her as each movement had been accompanied by the leaps of his flesh so deep in her and the pulses of his cock as he burst and jaculated wads of his cum just where she had wanted to feel it all.
Betty finally eased away and left their bed. She stood unsteadily before him and did not resist as Luc held a hand out to her as he too left the bed.
“Live for the moment and share some more with me, that’s all I ask.” All she could do was nod as, naked, the two of them went downstairs and to the small space off the kitchen that was the laundry room. “It’s been quite a day…”
“Yes, it has,” she replied, stroking his arms as he slipped into his cycling gear that was almost like a second skin, dry or wet.
She could not push from her mind that there was no real future for her with a guy who was ten years younger than she was, clever as Luc was, and attentive with it. But they could meet and have a good time, pursue moments of tempestuous sex, and be honest, not callous or indifferent, to the other’s feelings about what had happened.
Luc was more than a distraction from what played out in her life when they weren’t together. He always made her feel good about herself and now he had shown her.
She hadn’t expected it to happen so passionately, intensely, and meaningfully. But she was pleased at how wonderful the surprise had been to be taken in the ways that she had.
Life did have its strange ways of working out, sometimes.
♥
