Lost In The Moment - Sex Stories

Lost In The Moment

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 ...