"Alright, big fella," she said, "Let's get out of this hotel room and see the sights."
They slowly dressed, their eyes lingering on each others' body as they did, and, despite their fatigue from multiple rounds of sex over the past 18 hours, they couldn't help but get aroused again. He watched as she gently tugged her lacy blue panties over her toned legs and ass, covering the trimmed hair that guarded her pussy.
She couldn't help but glance as the boxer-briefs rose up his thick, powerful thighs, with the pouch barely containing his partially erect cock. His tshirt went on next, sliding over his broad shoulders and down over his chest and stomach and while he did have a bit of a paunch at 45, she loved every inch of him. He lovingly gazed over her as she clasped her lacy bra in the front, turned it around and gathered her C-cup breasts into it, slinging the straps over her shoulders. She then put her dress on over her head, sliding her arms through the holes and turned her back, asking him to zip her up.
He leaned in close, one hand on her hip, his warm breath on her neck as he gathered some material in his left hand below the zipper and sliding the zipper slowly up her back with his right. "I'll look forward to unzipping that a little bit later," he said as he caressed her hips, grinding his into her rear.
"You better finish getting dressed before I turn around, Mister," she told him, shivers running up her spine.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied jokingly, turning away from her. He grabbed his jeans and put them on, buttoning the button and buckling his belt. "Do you think you can help me zip this up," he asked.
"Don't mind if I do," she replied, taking the zipper between two fingers and looked him in the eyes as she slowly zipped his fly. It was now her turn to rub up against him, her breasts flattening against her chest as she leaned up and kissed him. Then she pulled away. "I'm not spending this whole weekend in this hotel room, as good as the company is," she said. "Let's go."
They started their afternoon by driving to the university. It was a lovely old campus with gorgeous buildings on a crisp autumn Saturday. This part of the campus, near the library, was sparsely populated, likely because of the football game attracting all of the attention on the other side of the campus. They walked hand in hand and talked, catching each other up on their lives. While they texted multiple times a day and video or voice chatted as often as they could, this face-to-face connection was something they had both been craving and the simple act of taking a walk together was a balm for their souls.
Thinking back, he now believed that he fell in love with her right from the start, back at that retreat all those years ago. Once they had met, they spent just about every minute together but when she brought up her boyfriend after about a day of hanging out, his heart broke a little. He had had horrible luck with women to that point. Always falling for those who were unavailable or weren't interested in return.
When he started to text with her, getting back in touch, it rekindled the old feelings and he realized that he had never felt this way about his wife. And while there was some guilt about going behind his wife's back, it wasn't nearly as much as he would have expected. It was exciting to feel something more than what he had felt with his wife, but, more than that, it felt like he was at home with his friend while his wife felt more and more alien to him as the years went by.
He led her off the path into a patch of trees. As they pushed deeper into the small wooded area, he leaned her up against a tree and kissed her. Surprised but aroused at where this walk was going, she met his kiss with hers and opened her lips to receive his tongue. He swirled his tongue around hers and his hands roamed from the small of her back, around to the side of her stomach and upwards until it cupped one of her breasts. He squeezed, all while their lips were locked and she ground her hips up against him.
They continued to kiss, their tongues darting in and out, around and around, while her hands drifted from his shoulders, down his arms, and to his sides. She put her hands around his ass, grabbing a cheek in each hand as she pulled him towards her. She felt his cock begin to harden and as their hips met each others', she could feel him up against her mound.
As her hands reached his ass, his dropped to hers. He slid first one hand, then the other, up underneath her dress, cupping each ass cheek in each hand and pulling her to him.
