"Melissa walked back out of the bedroom holding a bottle. "I thought I would bring some wine to help us relax." Thank you, that was very thoughtful. H...ve a seat and I will get some glasses."Susan came back carrying the glasses and handed Melissa the cork remover. She sat down on the couch next to her and put the glasses on the coffee table. Melissa expertly removed the cork and Susan looked her over. Melissa had changed out of her work clothes and was wearing a casual t-shirt and hip-hugger. I was divorced had no k**s, she was a widow with two grown k**s that both lived in another state. She moved back and we started talking on the phone, catching up, talking about old times, etc. A mutual friend of ours had his oldest son graduating high school so I invited her to supper and the graduation after. That was the first time we had a sort of date. Sorry for the slow start, just getting the background out of the way in my first story with her. Fast forward a couple of months, we were. I felt like I was in the clear.I lifted his arms and pulled his shirt off. His chest was hard, his stomach flat and toned, his skin tan, and his nipples tiny and hard. I reached out and pinched his nipples, looking at his face to make sure I didn’t wake him up. They were hard and pointy, and he didn’t wake up. I licked on one of them, savoring the feeling of my tongue on the tiny bump. Then I went further: I put my whole mouth on the nipple and sucked on it a bit. I’m sure if he was awake, he’d. The sun has touched the horizon, and the golden orange turns a deeper red as it spreads like fire across the sea. It looks for all the world like the sun is melting, wherever it touches the waters. I feel your right hand seeking mine, closing over on top of it. And then you slowly but deliberately press my hand upward, until it is gently clasping your breast. We sit like that, watching the last dying moments of the day. Your bottom molded to my lap, your back pressing into my chest,.