I stood up and started walking in the woods. Soon she was along by my side. She caught my hand and I turned to I look at her. I had never seen her eye... before. Wide like the ocean and vivid like its waves. In the silence of nature, I could hear the same breathings which I had heard in our late night conversations. It was an open invitation. Her mounds wee still exposed. I bent forward, I wanted to kiss her. She took my arms around her waist and closed her eyes. But I could not.. I started. I thought we both could use a little vacation so I set this trip up. There is no conference. We will have the next few days to enjoy ourselves. A little swimming, some golf and maybe some antique shopping. Don't worry, I made sure your husband will be kept busy, so we won't be disrupted by him." He had approached her, standing in front of her taking his hands and unbuttoned her blouse.Mary wanted to protest, she didn't want, what was going to happen, but she needed, what was going to happen.. The only problem with magazines is that the women in them were always much older than I was hence my recent fixation with my neighbour, Mrs. Evans.It began a week previously, when I was reading a story in one of my magazines about a young lad and his escapades with his sexy older neighbour. By coincidence, or was it fate, as I finished reading the story and was about to put the magazine back in its hiding place, I glanced out of my bedroom window and noticed my neighbour, Mrs. Evans, hanging. I offered it to him and gruffly he pulled me to my feet, leaving the drink on the shelf and the water running.. leading me to one of the two large beds.Whispering how glad he was to finally see me, brushing the wet hair out of my eyes, touching my body ever so gently, I listened as slight sounds escaped me when he would say something that sent a rush through my body. I was getting wet again, only this time, it was beyond physical attraction, it was a craving. I wanted it all and I wanted it all.