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Forbidden Fantasy

... indulgences, but she always looked so good in it. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail and she had a scarf on, which made her look so chic. She would always punch me whenever I told her that, but she knew I was only teasing. Even at our age, she still took my breath away. She got out of the car and gave me a hug. She was wearing a light sweater which didn't conceal her still-beautiful breasts, her nipples standing at attention. I loved the feel of them against me and held the embrace a moment longer than usual. She kissed me on the cheek as we broke the embrace and smiled at me. We drove a short while and she turned into a strip plaza parking lot. After she parked the car we got out and she immediately lit a cigarette. Janice had smoked for as long as I knew her. I had smoked for a long time but gave it up about 15 years ago. With her, the act of smoking a cigarette was somehow erotic, the way she did it appealed to me in a perverse kind of way. She always offered one to me and I almost always accepted it. I didn't want her to feel alone as she smoked. Once we were done we went inside. Janice was a wine drinker, so we shared a bottle of Merlot and talked about our lives. I told her that her sister seemed to be pulling away from me and she just shrugged her shoulders as if to say that it wasn't anything new to her. As we drank, she laughed a lot, another thing which made her very appealing to me. She wasn't afraid to loosen up around me and I felt at ease with her. After the ...

... wine was gone we decided to go to her place. Once there, I went to the spare room and unpacked some of my things as she changed clothes and said she was getting some more wine opened for us. When I was done I went into the kitchen. Jan was wearing her night gear, a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Even as we were older her tits still excited me. Her nipples hadn't lost their firm appearance and, although her breasts sagged just a tiny bit, they still jiggled as she walked and I still couldn't take my eyes off them. As we went into the family room, she brushed against me and the feel of her hard nipple on my arm was as electric as if I had been hit with a taser. I froze in my tracks and stared at her, lost in my feelings for her. I leaned toward her and kissed her lightly on the lips. All of my pent-up emotions over the last 30 years were behind that kiss, and I was trembling like a schoolboy as our lips met, worried that I had done something to ruin the moment. To my surprise, she returned the kiss. When we broke it off, she stepped back and smiled. "Good Jesus, Mary and Joseph," she said. "It only took you 30 years or so to finally do that, Sean. What took you so long?" Relief isn't a strong enough word to describe my feelings at that point. I was so worried that she would reject me that her response caught me off-guard. "Jan, how long?" I said. "How long have you thought about that kiss? Please tell me I'm not dreaming." "Oh, I'd like to say it was the moment I first saw ...