Older Woman

Kyle studied the waterside through the ten foot glass plane that allowed the apartment its amazing views. Calm seas, a clear blue sky and not a wisp of wind- the perfect start to the day. He heard a moan from behind him, so turned around to face the King Sized Bed. Claire was stretching out under the smooth satin sheet. Her arms raised above her head and bent at the elbows allowed the wafer-thin cover to hug her slender body. It revealed every curve, her toned flat stomach and long voluptuous legs.
The yawn that had forced her eyes into a crease had no passed and she began to blink through the sleep. Claire was stunning, a tall slim lady, long flowing blond hair with a parting that brought her glowing fringe over her left eye. Kyle had described her as a ‘head turner’, completely defying the thirty-two years that had been so graceful to her.
She outstretched her right arm feeling for the warm body that she’d spent the night with. A night of passion, of lust and later comfort as she’d lay up close to him, her head raising in time with his deep recovering breaths, as she found comfort on his chest. But now, the night of passion and lust was, as usual, over.
“Hey, why don’t you come back to bed?” She rubbed the empty space next to her as a gesture. He stood facing her, in only his boxer shorts, still and quiet, almost contemplating. Looking back at her he took in her beauty. The poignant suggesting eyes longing him to bed, her posture, lean, relaxed, awaiting. Claire began nibbling her bottom lip as her eyes looked his figure up and down, his strong arms, toned stomach and taught frame.
“Babe, come to bed”.
Kyle felt such desire for her. Being older, more experienced, she’d opened new doors for him, showed him a level or erotica he’d never dreamt of, and his inner sensations yearned for more.
But what was stopping him? What was telling him ‘no’. How could this woman who’d brought out such a sexual hunger, had found this deep hidden instinct, not be enough to tempt him into her arms?
He took a quick glance at the bed side table before averting his eyes to the floor. Claire had followed his actions and sighed. Leaning up onto one elbow, she stretched across where Kyle had been laying. Still able to feel his body heat and smell his aftershave that hung in the bed covers. She took the photo’ frame between her fore finger and thumb, and gently placed it face down.
Laying back, relaxing herself on the bed, she moved the near transparent sheet down around her waist, revealing her tender, pert breasts. “Kyle”, she said, almost stern. “Why don’t you come to bed?”
He raised his gaze and took in her beautiful figure. The thought of spending another hour with her was already arousing him. And now without the face of her husband overlooking them, he felt more at ease. A seductive smile of satisfaction came over Claire’s face as she watched Kyle peel off his underwear.
What her husband didn’t know…….