Judy’s eyes slowly opened from a
blissful night’s sleep. She had been
dreaming, but as soon as she awoke, the memory of the dream fell into an abyss
of oblivion. She was lying on her back;
her head lay gently on her pillow. She
was so relaxed that, at first, she had no desire to move. There was no hurry. Judy turned her head slightly to her left and
noticed that her husband, Phil, wasn’t in bed with her. Then, she remembered that he hadn’t been
there when she went to bed the night before at about 11:00. There was nothing good on TV at 10:00. Judy read Les
Miserables for an hour before her eyes started to close and she put the
book down. Sleep came quickly and
easily. She turned her head slightly to
her right to look at the digital clock on the night table. It read 6:56 AM.
Phil
had told her that he had to work late every night this week, including
Saturday, if they were going to be able to get away on their two-week vacation
to the Adirondack Mountains.
Judy sat up and examined Phil’s half
of the bed. Had he been there at all
last night? She couldn’t be sure. She was a housewife, not a detective. She felt a momentary twinge of panic. Had he been in an accident on his way home
from Manhattan? Had he left her and run
away with his secretary? Where was
he? The panic disappeared with the sound
of the shower being turned on in their bathroom. Phil must have awakened slightly before she
did and slipped quietly into the shower.
Or perhaps he had just arrived home and went straight to their
bathroom. It didn’t matter; he was
home. She was safe, at least for the
present.
Judy got out of bed and started
walking toward the sound of the shower.
She was wearing a floor-length, light blue nightgown and the white
panties she had worn the day before. She
opened the bathroom door without knocking and entered. Steam from Phil’s hot shower was starting to
form on the mirror in front of the sink.
Judy could see his face, through the transparent shower door, as he
looked up toward the shower head while rinsing his dark, blondish hair. His eyes were closed and he didn’t realize,
as yet, that he had company.
“Good
morning, darling” she said.
“Oh,
Judy! I didn’t hear you come in. Did you sleep well?”
“Great! How about you?”
“So,
so. I got in a little after
midnight. I woke up about 15 minutes
ago. I tried not to wake you.”
“You
didn’t.”
Judy noticed his wonderfully tall,
masculine body, shimmering from the constant flow of hot water. For a man of forty, he kept in great
shape. To her, he didn’t look that much
different from the first time she saw him, almost 20 years ago, when he was the
point guard for the University of Pennsylvania’s basketball team. It was December 1955 and Judy, as a
cheerleader for the Violets of NYU, had made the trip to the Palestra in
Philadelphia to help her school to victory.
However, she couldn’t keep her eyes off number 10 in the cute white
uniform of the opposition. His chiseled
face and his blonde hair made him look almost too beautiful. Judy marveled at his muscular shoulders, arms
and legs that were not hidden by his skimpy uniform, trimmed in red and
blue. Unfortunately, his cute butt was completely
covered by his tight-fitting short-shorts.
As she was staring at her naked
husband, Judy began to have the desire to feel his warm, wet body, up close. She couldn’t exactly remember the last time
they had made love. He had been so busy
lately. She removed her nightgown and
panties and opened the shower door. Her
naked ex-gymnast’s body revealed a slender 5’ 3”, thirty-eight year-old woman,
not much altered by having delivered two babies. Judy’s perfectly-formed breasts and long dark
hair would catch the eye of any man. She
felt some of the hot water splash on her body.
It felt good and welcoming.
“Judy! What are you doing? I’ll be out in a minute.”
“No. I don’t want you to leave.”
Judy put her arms around Phil’s neck
and kissed him passionately, with her mouth and tongue desperately searching
for his. She wanted to make love to her
husband. He seemed to have been avoiding
her for too long. She found him and
cornered him at a time and in a place where he couldn’t escape. The hot water now poured over them both. After an initial hesitation, he succumbed to
her feminine charms. Phil returned
Judy’s passion and lust. He grabbed her right
breast and her left buttock. She gently
took his erect penis in her soft hands.
After ten minutes, they were both drained and revitalized by their
lovemaking. It was a great way to begin
their vacation trip to Fourth Lake.
Fourth
Lake is in the Adirondack Mountains Fulton Chain of Lakes, named for Robert
Fulton, the inventor of the steamboat.
Fourth Lake, the largest in the chain, is 5.5 miles from Old Forge, New
York (population 800), at the beginning of the chain in the west, to Inlet, New
York (population 400) at its far end in the east. Near Inlet on Fourth Lake is Eagle Bay, New
York (population 300). First Lake, Second
Lake, Third Lake and Fourth Lake are really one long lake separated by narrow
straits. There is a stream that allows
access from Fourth Lake to the much smaller Fifth Lake. Old Forge is about 270 miles north of New
York City.
To be continued next month…
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