A Day And Forever: A Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Mia Madison

  Bob gestured toward a chair, placed the beers in a straight line through the middle of the table, and sat down across from me. I had to chuckle despite my predicament. Some things never change. Bob had always been a stickler for neatness, organization, and symmetry, and his obsessive-compulsive handiwork can be seen all over the house.

  “When was it you were last here, Jack?”

  I shrugged. “Maybe fifteen, twenty years ago? It’s been a while.”

  Bob nodded and took a swig. “Yeah, that was when my dad passed on. We had that big gathering here. Dad had a lot of friends, so the house was packed. It was a goddamn wake, but everyone seemed to be having fun. I didn’t understand it then, why everyone was so goddamn cheerful. I was in mourning. I had lost my dad, who also happened to be my best friend. I was hurting badly inside, and I resented every single smile in the house. The atmosphere suffocated me, but no one seemed to notice. I couldn’t stand it, so I finally stepped outside, walked down to the dock, and sat there. There was a numbness in me I couldn’t explain. Then you came along and sat next to me. You patted me on the back a few times, consoling me. Remember that?”

  “Yeah,” I said, nodding. “I remember.”

  “You kept telling me it’s okay, it’s fine, as if you knew I was hurting but I didn’t know how to grieve. You gave me permission to cry, and I cried my heart out, and you sat there and kept your arm around me and let me know you were there for me, that it was cool to let it all out.”

  He turned and faced me. “You’re a true friend, Jack, and I never forgot what you did for me. Now, please, let me return the favor. You’re in a bad spot right now, and I’m here for you, buddy. And I’m not talking as a minister trying to do my job. I’m here as a friend. Stay with us, and let me help you get back on your feet. Okay?”

  I sighed, my thoughts and emotions clashing in me. I was relieved he didn’t know about Kate and me, but my guilt was eating away at me. I needed to come clean. He deserved to know the truth.

  “Bob, I have to tell you something,” I said. “Earlier…”

  Just then Kate came out of the house and walked toward us. She was glaring at me.

  Don’t you fucking say a thing, she seemed to say, her eyes shooting daggers in my direction. “Mom’s asking if you guys are done bonding,” she said to Bob. “Meatloaf’s getting cold.”

  “Sure, hon, just a second. You were saying something, Jack?”

  I hesitated, realizing I was about to make a huge mistake. I had no idea what kind of relationship Kate and her dad had, but the fact was that it was Kate who approached me. She started it, and if I told Bob what happened at that bar, it would be her that would get in trouble.

  “Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “I just meant I’m sorry I acted so weird earlier. I’ll stay a while.”

  “Great!” Bob got up and patted me on the shoulder. “Let’s go finish Nancy’s meatloaf, or we’ll really be in trouble.”

  I followed them inside, knowing my guilt was something I would have to bear alone. Still, I couldn’t help myself as my eyes dropped briefly to stare at Kate’s ass swaying in her tight shorts.

  That’s a fucking tight ass, I thought. And a second thought, right on its heel:

  I’m going to fucking burn in hell for this.

  4

  The Lake

  Kate

  I woke up to the sound of my own moans. I had a delicious dream where Jack came into my room sometime in the night. He stood at the foot of the bed, watching me. He didn’t say anything, but he slowly stripped off all his clothes and climbed on top of me. I felt the bed sink, felt his strong frame press against my naked body. He kissed me hard, spread my legs wide, and entered me. The bed shook and squeaked as he slammed into me again and again, fucking me with the ferocity of a wild beast until I moaned and screamed his name.

  I sat up, and for a moment I expected Jack to be there with me, in my bed, but the dream slowly faded, the early morning sun streaming into my room and dissipating the fog in my brain. I reached between my legs, traced my slit through my soaked panties, and shivered in delight.

  Jack.

  The events from last night felt surreal. It wasn’t supposed to be complicated. Pick a remote place where no one knows me, have sex with a stranger I would never see again, and continue on with my life. A simple plan, except I happened to pick the wrong guy, and now that stranger is living in our house.

  What a mess. I just hoped he wouldn’t do anything stupid like confess to my dad. When I went outside to call them in I thought Jack looked like he was about to spill the beans on what went down between us. Thank god I got there in time.

  I wished dad hadn’t talked Jack into staying. The man had already made up his mind to leave, but dad had to play the good samaritan role. Again.

  I had to find Jack and talk to him. Alone. We need to have some kind of agreement that what we did was a mistake. Lay down the ground rules, and make him promise me he would never tell anyone about us.

  And then I need to stay the fuck away from him.

  I got up, did some stretching and changed into my black spandex and workout shirt while I mentally prepared my day. A quick run, some breakfast, then I’ll work on cornering him.

  I went downstairs and made my way to the dining area. Dad was reading the morning papers and enjoying his coffee, while mom was just starting to prepare breakfast.

  No Jack. I breathed a little easier.

  “Morning, dear,” mom said. “I’m making pancakes.”

  “Cool,” I said as I put on my running shoes. “Going out for a quick run.”

  “Have fun. And bring Jack back with you.”

  My heart hammered in my chest.

  “W-what?”

  “Remember Jack? Dad’s friend? He went walking down to the lake earlier. If you see him let him know breakfast will be ready.”

  “Oh. Ah, sure,” I said.

  Perfect.

  I pushed open the sliding door and stepped into a brisk, cool morning.

  The path I always took for my morning run started from our lawn and cut through the woods for perhaps half a mile before opening up to a beautiful view of the lake. It took me five minutes to cover the distance at a leisurely run, and the sight of the calm, glassy water at the end of the path always made me feel good. This early in the morning the place was empty. I knew from experience that in a few hours the people would start trickling in, dragging their canoes and jet skis and noisy ten-year-olds.

  I spotted Jack immediately. He was sitting on a grassy area next to a wooden dock, wearing jeans and a tight black sweater that seemed to mold very well with his body, highlighting his muscled frame.

  Damn, for a man his age, he sure looked good. A familiar stirring started up from somewhere in me.

  Stop it, I scolded myself. With my heart beating way faster than it normally should, I walked up to him.

  “Hi,” I said.

  Jack looked up. “Hey, Kate,” he said, smiling, a range of emotions playing across his face - surprise, gladness, a touch of sadness perhaps, and then something dark as his eyes flickered up and down, and I could swear he looked straight at my crotch area for a second there. My stomach knotted up, the memory of having him in me suddenly filling my mind and causing my insides to tumble.

  Stop it! Focus on what you need to do, Kate!

  “Uh, mind if I sit down down?”

  “Please,” he said.

  I sat next to him, but not too close, resisting my body’s push.

  “Nice place you have here,” he said, nodding at the lake.

  “Yeah, it’s pretty, especially this time of day.”

  “Do you go running here often?”

  I nodded. “Every day, unless it’s raining. I take the paved trail and circle around the lake a couple of times.”

  “Nice,” he said. “I used to run before too, used to enjoy it a lot actually. There’s something tranquil about an early morning run, just you and the pavement and the open air.”

>   “Why did you stop?”

  He shrugged. “Life got… complicated.”

  “What’s so complicated?”

  Jack shrugged. “I’m not sure. It just seemed like at some point in my life I started to lose myself, become someone else. The job, the marriage, the mad climb up the corporate ladder, stuff like that. Somehow, over the course of many years, I stopped doing the things I loved in exchange for doing a lot of the things that kept me unhappy. It’s strange, I know, but I just kept pushing myself down that direction until I became a completely different person.”

  “But now you’re free, right? Are you going to go back to that world?”

  “I don’t want to, but I may not have a choice.”

  “Do you have kids?” I blurted out. The question had been nagging at me for some reason.

  He looked at me, then laughed. “No, I don’t. My wife, or ex-wife I should say, didn’t want any.”

  “Your wife left you?”

  “We parted ways, yes.”

  “Did you love her?”

  “Are you always this nosy?”

  “Sorry.”

  Jack looked out at the calm surface of the lake. “I did for a time, or at least I thought I did. We had our share of fun, and I thought we were in it for the long haul, but somewhere along the way we started drifting apart. Maybe we got too consumed with our own careers. I really don’t know when it started to go wrong for us.”

  I wanted to ask him more questions and find out everything I could about him, but I stopped myself. I had to keep my distance. There was no way I could get involved with him. Rebelling behind my father’s back was one thing, but I couldn’t face dad if he ever found out I had sex with his good friend, a man who was more than twice my age.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, sighing. “Anyway, mom asked me to let you know that she’s making pancakes and breakfast would be ready soon.”

  I paused.

  Jack looked at me, waiting.

  “Also, I don’t regret what happened at the bar last night, I really don’t, but we can’t let this go any further. I’m sure you understand.”

  A shadow of disappointment crossed Jack’s face, and then it was gone.

  “Of course,” he said, recovering. “I totally understand. In fact, I was waiting for the right moment when we could talk and get everything squared away. I won’t say a word to your parents. It’ll be our little secret.” He bowed slightly. “I promise I’ll keep my distance and not embarrass the both of us.”

  “Good,” I said, feeling a strange hollowness in the pit of my stomach instead of relief.

  “Good,” Jack said, getting up. “Shall we?”

  I took Jack’s extended hand and allowed him to pull me up. I wasn’t sure if what happened next was due to him not realizing how light I was, or if it was because he didn’t know his own strength, but I was literally propelled upwards at an incredible velocity. In the next instant I found myself smashing against him, his eyes widening in shock with the impact. We tethered against each other for a second as he fought to keep his balance, and then lost it and we both tumbled backward.

  Jack reacted instinctively, embracing me tightly with one arm while his other hand held my face against his chest in an attempt to soften the blow, letting his back hit the grass with a big thud and knocking the wind out of him.

  “Oh my god, are you okay?” I asked. I was on top of him in the high grass, watching his twisted expression. I didn’t know if he hurt himself, but it was a hard fall. “Jack, what’s the matter? Are you hurt?”

  Jack nodded, his face looking very much like he was in agony, until he started chuckling and laughing. I breathed a sigh of relief. The ridiculousness of what had just happened dawned on me and I laughed along with him, our chests heaving together, the tears trickling down my cheeks.

  For the first time since I met him, and for those precious few seconds, I saw a different Jack - one that was carefree and happy, as if all his problems had evaporated and he was having the time of his life. It was a rare insight into the man’s core, and my heart sang along with his. We were like little kids playing in the grass.

  Then he held my face in his hands and kissed me, and my world melted away.

  5

  High Grass

  Kate

  The shock of the kiss sent a thread of pleasure up and down my spine. I knew I was supposed to pull away, but I was hopelessly drawn in and I wouldn’t have been able to stop even if I wanted to. It was impossible to break away from the most amazing kiss I had ever experienced in my life.

  As our tongues entwined and danced around each other, Jack’s hand traveled down my back, slid inside my yoga pants, and grabbed my ass. The feel of his hand was exquisite, and I moaned into his mouth, my body starting to tremble, my nipples going rock-hard inside my shirt.

  “Oh, Jack,” I whispered between kisses. “We’re not supposed to…”

  “Shhh,” Jack said, his lips exploring my neckline, his large hand repeatedly grabbing and releasing my ass. “Let’s just have this moment, okay babe? Just this once.”

  I nodded. I liked the way he called me babe, and being pressed against him felt good, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He made me feel safe, protected, his kisses and touches making me extremely wet.

  Jack moved his hand up, pushing my shirt to my armpits and popping my breasts free from my sport bra. Instinctively I slid up along his large, muscular frame until my tingling nipples hovered above his mouth. With a low groan, he latched on to my hyper-extended nub and sucked hard. Bolts of white-hot pleasure spread throughout my body like wildfire.

  “Oh my god, Jack,” I moaned, trembling visibly. He squeezed my breast, bit on my nipple and pulled with his teeth, bringing me to the edge of pain before releasing and smoldered my bumpy skin with his tongue, then repeating the same delicious technique on my other nipple until my stomach knotted up, the pressure in me built to a peak, and I came in a shattering crescendo, my orgasm wracking my body.

  Jack held me tight against him until my convulsions faded away, his hand combing my hair gently, kissing me, his hardness rubbing on my belly button.

  “My turn,” I said. I pushed up on his chest and popped my head above the blades of grass, checking to see if we were putting on a show for anyone. The lake area was still deserted save for a couple walking their dog on the far side - too far for them to see what we were doing.

  “How does it look?” Jack asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

  “Coast is clear,” I said, ducking back down and giggling.

  I tugged at his belt, unzipped him, and peeled his pants and boxers down.

  “Fuck,” I said, staring at his huge, throbbing cock. I’d seen it last night, but now, in broad daylight, it seemed bigger and a lot more intimidating. I could see thick veins running along the shaft. I wrapped my tiny hand around the massive member, leaned in, and took him in my mouth.

  “Oh fuck, babe,” Jack groaned.

  I had no idea if I was doing it right. My knowledge of blowing a man came strictly from watching porn on my laptop, sometimes by myself in the bathroom, but usually with Melissa for kicks whenever I stayed over at her place, since the door to my room doesn’t have a lock. From the way Jack was groaning and moving his hips, though, I had a feeling my technique was having a good effect on him.

  It was certainly having an effect on me.

  I was breathing hard, my sex vibrating with need, and I could feel my wetness soaking up my panties. I wanted to feel him inside me once more, wanted to experience the pleasure of him moving in and out of me again. I popped my head back up above the grass to assure myself we were still alone before I took off my spandex and underwear.

  Jack stared at me with pure lust written all over him.

  “Tell me,” I said, squatting on top of him, my wet entrance inches away from his cock.

  “Tell you what?” Jack said in a raspy voice, his eyes flicking between my face and my pussy.

  “Tel
l me you want to fuck me.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I need to hear it from you. I need to know you want this as much as I do.”

  “Yes,” he said, staring at me. “Yes, Kate, of course I want to fuck you.”

  I giggled. “That sounds hot and dirty. Say it again.”

  Jack’s eyes hardened. “Goddammit, Kate, are we going to fuck or what?”

  “Yes, we are,” I said, lowering myself to him and gasping as his thick head parted my folds and he slid inside me.

  It felt a lot better this time around. There was some pain in the beginning but it quickly went away. I wasn’t sure if it was because I had already been stretched from last night or I was just so dripping wet, but he entered me smoothly.

  “Oh god,” I gasped, sitting on him with his cock completely inside me. I could feel him throbbing against my tight walls, my stomach clenching in response, my knees starting to shake. I didn’t even have to move. I just sat on him and all kinds of wonderful sensations were popping up all over my body.

  “Grind it, babe,” Jack said.

  I moved my hips in a circular motion and gasped out loud as my wet pussy transmitted pure pleasure signals straight to my spine and spread outwards.

  Fuck, that felt good.

  “Oh yeah, babe,” Jack said, squeezing my breasts. “Just like that. You’re doing great, babe.”

  I continued grinding myself against his pelvis, feeling him move around deep inside me, and in only a couple of minutes I came again, the contractions strong, my body convulsing as the pleasure waves crashed into me.

  “Oh, oh, oh god,” I said, shuddering and falling on him. I could barely breathe. All I could do was gasp and writhe on top of him, my convulsions completely out of my control. Jack wrapped his arms around me, securing me against his massive chest until the spasms subsided.

  “You alright, babe?” Jack said, caressing my hair. I liked the feel of his hand on my hair and my face on his chest, hearing the strong beating of his heart. It felt like I belonged there, snuggled next to him, and I couldn’t be happier.