Thrice Rescued - Sex Stories

Thrice Rescued

... turned around, highlighted her very shapely ass. "Wow!" was all I could say.

She slipped her hand into mine and followed me to my car. I opened her door and watched her sit, then closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. I finally recovered my composure and then said, "My goodness, if I'd known you cleaned up that nicely I wouldn't have waited so long. You are absolutely stunning in that outfit."

Carol found that quite amusing. "You've been looking at my rear end for months. Don't think I haven't noticed you doing it. And you certainly look studly yourself. That running and martial arts training seems to be working."

The evening flew by. When we got seated in the theater, Carol reached over and took my hand, then leaned her head on my shoulder. I looked down at her, then tilted her head up and kissed her. She responded with enthusiasm. Fortunately, we were seated well to the back, so we weren't making a spectacle of ourselves to the whole crowd. After the movie was over, we drove over to a local bar with a small jazz ensemble and spent an hour listening to the music and talking. When we finally left for home, we walked to the car with our arms around each other's waists. The evening had been a rousing (and arousing) success from my viewpoint. I was pretty certain Carol felt the same way, since she asked me when we could do this again. I said as soon as we could schedule another evening. And so began the third rescue of my life, the one that finally ...

... gave me the lasting, unconditional love that Vera had never been able to provide.

We were careful to behave around the kids, but when they were outside playing or asleep, we behaved like two high schoolers. We didn't actually sleep together, but we'd definitely spent a fair amount of time rounding third without quite getting to home plate. Finally, after two months of this, I asked Maria if she could watch all three children for a weekend so Carol and I could go away together. We picked a romantic looking bed and breakfast in Lancaster County and left immediately after school on Friday night. Dinner was at a lovely French restaurant in the heart of Lancaster, after which we drove to the B&B and checked in. When we reached the room, Carol excused herself with a small travel bag and went into the bathroom. When she emerged, I stood there, dumbstruck. She had on a garter belt with stockings, a lace teddy that barely contained her breasts and stopped well short of her lower lips, and a pair of high heels. Little Davie damn near popped the zipper on the pants I was wearing.

We spent most of the night making love. Despite my long layoff and her somewhat shorter layoff, neither of us appeared to have forgotten how to please a partner. My recollection of that evening is one of continuous passion and pleasure. Either the B&B's walls had the best soundproofing I've ever experienced or the rooms next to us were empty, because Carol was a most vocal lover, and any neighbors would have ...