In the first story "The Reluctant Neighbour" Rob has met Shannon, a woman less than half his age. You don't absolutely have to read it before this story but it is best that you do.
This is the first in a several part sequel to that tale. I hope you enjoy it.
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This was a moment Rob revelled in during their lovemaking. He was in awe that this incredibly smart and successful woman would allow him to be in her bed, to be deep into her body, to release herself into the moment with him. He loved seeing her beautiful sweaty back from this position but mostly he just enjoyed staring at her hips, her behind, her thighs while slowly moving in and out. He loved to lean over her, push her hair off to the side and run his lips over her neck, around her ears and to hear the soft moans coming from her mouth. From behind and leaning over her to the side, pressing her back into his chest, he can just see her smiles and her fluttering eyes, sometimes squeezed tightly in pleasure and then wide open in surprise as he thrusts deeply. From here they can dart their tongues out and just touch the ends, tongues straining to be close and in each other's mouth. He loved to pull Joanne up and back and wrap his hands around her breasts and stomach. He loved the soft feel of her ass as it nestled into his stomach, his cock buried deeply inside her. He loved the whimpers and moans when he drops his hands down to her sex. For this brief moment he almost feels like he is in control.
Rob flipped her over and re-enters as he is getting close. He prefers ending with lips touching, face to face. This is really now about him. He had gotten her off earlier in the evening in her favourite ways - gentle massaging of her her vaginal lips, finger in and thumb on her clitoris, then his tongue applying the right pressure. This now is about his orgasm. Joanne is simply enjoying Rob's passion for her. Thighs rubbing his and legs wrapping around his , hands grasping at his ass and then her hand reaching under and caressing and squeezing his balls. Her hand on his balls brings him seconds away from orgasm. He pins her hands off while he steadies on the crest. In the end he can't resist the feel. He moved his hand off hers and she moves her hand back to his balls and squeezes again and he crashes over the edge, shaking and pumping and gasping.
After coming down for a few moments he said, still shaking, "Joanne, have I ever told you that your hands are amazing when you do that?"
"What Rob, do you mean mussing up your hair? Yes, you tell me that every time, but keep doing it, I like to hear it," Joanne said smiling.
"Yes of course, the hair, absolutely nothing to do with the hands, down there." He shudders again at the memory of her gentle touch. He also realizes how much he is beginning to love this woman. What she really thinks about him, however, is locked deep behind those eyes and he is afraid to probe there.
He also loses a bit of the glow at the thought of the conversation he has to have with her tonight.
Joanne sends Rob down on a mission to the kitchen while she heads for the bathroom. Picking up the bottle of merlot off Joanne's kitchen counter , he pads back upstairs to his bedroom, clad only in his boxers. Joanne is sitting up in bed smiling, her small but beautifully shaped breasts resting on the covers as he returns to the bed and pours them each a glass of wine.
Joanne was thoroughly enjoying the afterglow of sex. This is what she enjoyed the most about her relationship with Rob. While he was smart, good looking and funny he also knew how to unwind her and then make her body hum. And then, contentment.
Rob met Joanne through his sailing club. From her office high above the city core she had looked out over the harbour towards the islands for probably 15 years, watching the coming and goings of the ferries and sailboats. She had never really focused on anything particular in this view. Her mind was always on the details of the cases on her plate when she gazed over the water. One beautiful day she looked out and watched closely for the first time a boat turn into the wind, raise its main, unfurl its headsail and then move across the water towards the passage out to the lake. At that instant, after all these years she decided that she had to have that experience. That desire to be on a sail boat had led her to Rob and his crew. And not long after it had led to their affair.
Joanne had made partner in the law firm after only four years. Her mentor was one of the most respected and well known lawyers in the country, almost a household name which was very unusual for that profession in Canada. And now Joanne was about to eclipse even her mentor's notoriety. Recently Rob had been spell bound while watching the evening news as she stopped and spoke briefly on the courthouse steps with her famous client standing passively behind her, his fate mostly in her hands. She had stood serenely above the crush of pushing photographers, journalists and police as she spoke with quiet authority. Rob shook his head slowly thinking that this brilliant woman was going to be in his arms - and more - that night. He was in awe of her intellect and power and couldn't believe his good fortune that some small part of her was his.
Rob had carefully crafted this moment - post sex and with a good bottle of wine, in fact he dug deep into the higher end section of his wine cellar for this occasion. And during their love making he had paid particular attention to her favourite things, taking her into a very satisfied space.
However, Joanne sensed he was a bit edgy. She wasn't sure if she was amused by his tiptoeing around or edgy herself about what might be on his mind.
Rob took a couple sips of wine while laying on his elbow beside her. With his free hand he gently ran his fingers up and down Joanne's side paying particular attention to the curve of her breast and then he gently nibbled on her earlobe.
While enjoying the attention, Joanne also sensed a chit chat was coming.
Finally, "Hey, did I mention my young neighbour at the resort in Vietnam?" Rob said acasually.
'Well ... here it is' Joanne thought. "Hmm, lets see, I heard about nice beaches, lots of young people, primitive accommodations and facilities, okay food, passable Australian wine, but I don't think you mentioned neighbour. But please do tell."
"Nice kid, a little aloof at first, but warmed up to me - the old fart living next door," Rob said casually.
"And let me guess, female?" Joanne asked, a little interest stirring on the subject.
"Um .. yes."
"Boyfriend with her?" Joanne probed.
"No one, surprisingly. She was on a victory tour after undergrad, financed by the Parent Bank. Her girlfriends had gone home to Calgary for work reasons."
"Hmm, alone then? Pretty young for that I would think. Were the other guys on the beach not interested or was she not so attractive?" Joanne asked, wondering why he was mentioning her.
"Well, lets see, yeah, I guess she was attractive and she didn't seem to care a lot about the guys, not sure why. They were definitely interested in her."
"Okay, lets clarify this point." Joanne, ever the lawyer, slipped into cross examination mode. "How attractive? Lets use the 1 to 10 scale."
"Hey, its tough as, ... well, I think all young women are attractive, from my perspective of course, so the scale is a bit skewed." Rob knew Joanne would call him out for waffling so he added, "... okay, 9 or 10."
"Wow! A 10 maybe! And I think you're a hard marker! Give me some details."
