The lovers fell into a deep, satisfied slumber for several hours and when Torrey awoke, it was already dark. He slipped out of bed and picked up the phone in the living room.
"Please send up a bottle of Dom Perignon 2000, two glasses and a basket of strawberries."
Torrey pushed a button by the phone and the curtains opened, revealing a sweeping view of Manhattan south down Central Park, with the Empire State Building, Rock and the Chrysler taking their familiar positions.
"Thank you. No rush, no worries."
Torrey returned to the bedroom and smiled at the sight. The city lights cast a bluish light on the evidence of their torrid lovemaking. Pillows flung like shrapnel. Anne's dress and shoes in a heap. The bedspread half torn from the bed. And most of all, the vision of his desire curled in a ball, sideways on the bed, the soft light framing her like sleeping Olympia.
"Anne, what benevolent god in this universe has brought you back to me?" Torrey mused as he draped her dress over the back of the chaise. "How does a man deserve another chance like this?"
Anne stirred but didn't wake. Torrey took the time to take in her naked loveliness.
Her hair, chocolate, curly and well cut, framed her content face, a wisp resting on her high cheekbone. Her lips full and parted, very sweet. Her skin, soft and electric to his touch. Her magnificently full breasts and taut nipples rose and fell with her breathing. The curve of her hip. Her shapely, tanned calves below her toned thighs. Her delicate little feet with red polished nails to match her fingers. Anne was a complete, thoroughly natural beauty.
"And I just made love to her," said Torrey softly. "I am one lucky dude."
Torrey sat on the chaise while waiting for the Dom and considered all the "what-ifs."
What if I had the strength to leave to leave Kris? What if Anne and I had connected after high school? Could they have navigated their college years, with him on the East Coast and she in the West? What would their lives together have been like? Would they be happy or would they each be divorced as they were now?
The knock on the door jarred Torrey out of his thought and he saw Anne stir as he left the room. When he returned with the tray, Anne was stretching, arms above her head, naked and proud, a movement made by a woman who knew that the years had been good to her.
Their eyes met and Torrey took in Anne's smile and dancing eyes. "How about some champagne, lover? And some strawberries?"
They lay together, sipping, tasting and laughing. Two old friends, two new lovers, with the time, money and freedom to do what they wanted.
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With dinner plans somewhere in the future, Anne went into the bath to get ready. She gazed at herself in the mirror. She looked damn good for forty-six, she knew. Her breasts maybe were not as firm as when she was young, and her hips were maybe slightly wider after two kids, but her sexy appeal was undeniable even after all this time. Her eyes, still lovely and expressive, had developed some laugh lines, but this only gave her pretty face more character. Her legs were still tight and fit and shapely. Anne had aged well and she knew it.
"How about a bubble bath before dinner?" she heard Torrey as he came in with their glasses? He ran the water into the oversize tub and poured in the fragrant liquid. When it was ready, he sat in the back and gestured to Anne to join him. She sat between his outstretched legs and could feel his semi-hard cock against her back.
Torrey caressed Anne's back and neck with soapy hands and reached around her to cup her full breasts. He let his fingertips lightly graze her nipples and then dropped his hands into her lap. He squeezed Anne's firm thighs and gradually moved them closer to her pussy. He caressed all around her legs and belly but did not touch her there yet. All the while, Torrey was kissing Anne's neck and ears, using his lips and tongue on her sensitive skin.
Torrey's cock was now fully erect and pressed firmly against Anne's back, while his balls grazed her ass. He reached down to cup her cheeks and lifted her with his strong arms and rested her pussy on his smooth shaft. The rigid member was hot against Anne's pussy even in the water and she gasped as she felt her pussy lips grind down on his cock.
Torrey's cock was of average length but was very thick and Anne could feel it throbbing. She reaching down and gasped when she felt his soapy cockhead, hot and large, with her fingertips. She pressed the soft underside with her fingertips, and felt the flared head against her clit as she slid up and back on his shaft.
Anne's pussy lips engorged and wrapped around Torrey's cock and she slid back and forth. Torrey's hands on her hips began to move her faster and she felt weightless, between the water and his strength. She kept her hands on his cockhead, rubbing it against her clit.
Torrey whispered into Anne's ear, "My baby, I have always wanted you. You are so beautiful, so sexy. I want you to come on my cock. Anne my sweet Anne, I want to feel your sweet pussy come on my hot cock."
Anne dropped a hand to cup Torrey's balls and even in the water they felt heavy. She could feel Torrey breathing faster and she increased her pace. She reached her feet to the end of the tub so that she could control her movements better and to move faster. She was could feel Torrey's hot shaft churning between her pussy lips and his engorged cock head pressing into her clit. His cock was so hard and hot in her hands.
Torrey's hands were cupping Anne's large breasts, her soapy nipples sliding between his fingers.
