There was an ease, born of long association, in the relationship between Kelly and I. Conversation always came easy to us; whilst our partners had been happy to talk on inconsequential matters, Kelly and I spent hours gaining deeper insights into each other's character.
She had a strong sense of curiosity which caused her to ask the kind of probing questions that reached into the innermost recesses of my mind. Whilst I allowed the secrets of my soul to stand bare before her, I always knew that my confidences were safe.
In return she gave frankly and freely of herself; there were no secrets between Kelly and I, for almost no subject was taboo. We knew each others aspirations, needs and desires; we knew what made us tick, what we liked and disliked; even our sexual tastes and fantasies were known to each other, what turned us on and what put us off; and exactly how to excite each other.
This was somewhat strange for we had never made love together; not that we had never discussed doing so, for we found each other stimulating and knew that the experience would have been better than good. But the truth was that neither of us would have dreamed of betraying our partners in this way and we also knew that such an affair would have destroyed the wonderful relationship that had grown between us. Making love together became the only taboo we had.
Group skinny dipping sessions many years ago had led to us all becoming completely at ease with being nude in each other's company. Never feeling the need to don clothing in the name of modesty, we could often take a shower at the end of a summer day and then settle down, naked, to dinner and drinks.
Human nature being what it is I could not help noticing Kelly's figure. Being a keen tennis player meant that her shapely legs were well muscled, a rounded bottom and curving hips gave her a very feminine shape which was enhanced by breasts that were full, firm and supported by square shoulders. Her abdomen was flat, smooth and terminated at the junction of her thighs with a fluffy light thatch which allowed her pink labia to peep through. And human nature being what it is, despite the fact that we could never make love, Kelly was the subject of many of my fantasies.
Strangely, one of my fantasies was brought about one evening when we were both fully clothed. I had been visiting with Kelly and her husband. He was working late in the city; Kelly suggested that we walk into town to meet him after work. The trip involved walking along a pleasant path that bordered the river. We strolled along arm in arm in the semi- darkness, stopping occasionally to sit on a bench to watch the river pass by, or to lean against a wall and look down into the darkling water. It was at one of these times that I was leaning over the wall when Kelly wriggled into the circle of my arms, and, with her back turned to me, leaned forward; her wriggling backside, pressed firmly against my crotch was quickly giving me an erection. My breathing was getting ragged when I stepped back before I could embarrass us both.
In my fantasies I would not step back; but stay where I was, Kelly would wriggle her bottom suggestively, I would reach around to caress her breasts till she raised her skirt and reveal, to my delight, that she was not wearing panties; I would enter her hot wetness quickly and cleanly from behind; her legs would begin to sag, so that I had to support her as I drove into her. To this day the very thought of this can still make me hard. It wasn't till many years later that I discovered that Kelly and I had shared this same erotic fantasy.
In the autumn of our lives we both lost our partners to the combined effects of age and disease. The twin tyrannies of time and distance separated us. We had not seen each other for many years; our lives led us in different directions till there was over six hundred kilometres between us. However, we still kept in touch via occasional e-mails.
