This is the follow up to 'Unexpected encounter.' Firstly I'd like to thank 'IamRay23' who has been a massive help to me and my writing. Although the style may still not suit everyone's taste, he has helped me make this story much better flowing than the original version. The 3rd and final part of this story is a few weeks away but it is coming.
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Slowly I began to stir from my sleep. The crisp sheet made a scrunching sound as my body begun to move. My senses began to come back to me and I became aware of the uncomfortable shape in which my body was laying. I was positioned face down with my collar bone pressed again against the bulky pillows. This posture wasn't uncommon for me, but the thick pillows felt like they were almost wrapping themselves around face. My arms were packed tightly underneath the pillows, I slowly begun to tug on them until they emerged.
I pushed my arms underneath my body to prop myself up, I felt the coldness of my forearms squeezing my breasts together. I took several breaths which got progressively deeper and deeper. My senses continued to return and as I dragged my legs up towards my body, it was only then that I became aware the warmth beside me. My foot brushed up against Jack's leg as he continued to sleep. His deep breaths caused a sound like a gentle snore, but the sound was more a comfort than an annoyance, like the purring of a sleeping cat.
Cautiously I began to separate our bodies, being careful not to disturb him from his slumber. The soft light of the early morning crept through the windows and showed his outline, the thick sheets pulled so snugly over his shoulders so that only his hair poked above it.
Working my body to the far edge of the king size bed, I looked back over my shoulder at Jack. I found it so calming just listening to him breathe in such a slow and steady rhythm. What we had done last night was only sinking in now. Despite having had to come to yet another one of these product shows; having been at my friend's wedding had put me in an emotionally good place. Over the course of the night, three different men, all of them strangers, had asked to dance. And even though the dance was as far as it went, it still made me feel good inside.
It had been a few years since my divorce. Even though I had dated back and forth since then, it had felt like such a long time since I'd shared such intimacy. But before last night I never thought I could ever share that intimacy with a man less than half my age. And as I looked over to his form laying next to me, that's how I saw him... a man, not a boy.
Though Jack was a handsome young man, it was his personality and confidence that had attracted me to him. His confidence allowed him to use his sense of humour to great effect, and at the same time his youth gave him a sense of innocence that excited me. I was able tell as soon as I met him that he was a lot younger than me, but I wouldn't have guessed that he was only nineteen. Or as he reminded me last night, he was nearer twenty now than anything. His confidence in the way he spoke, and even the pitch of his voice added a few years to him. Although so youthful, the strength of his facial features did give the appearance of a man. He was in no way a rugged looking man, that's something he would never be even as he aged. Describing him as beautiful would be just as apt as calling him handsome.
When I'd admitted that I was forty three, he'd barely reacted. Jack wasn't repulsed by it, but neither did he get off on the idea. If either had been the case then that would have been a deal breaker for me. But my age didn't matter to him either way, and perhaps that was the biggest turn on of all. When he looked at me, he wanted me. And when I looked back at him, I wanted the same. Age was a number, and numbers didn't matter.
Jack was charming and warm and patient, the tone of his voice carried his confidence and a respect for others. I'd treated him with respect since we stuck up the conversation in the hotel reception, I don't feel like I'd ever unintentionally spoken to him as if he were a child. Whatever parts of me he liked, it was enough for us to be able to do what we did.
We'd made love, on the spur of the moment, our instincts and desires led us to it and guided our every step. I was as responsible for last night as he was, perhaps more so. When I'd been married, it had eventually come to feel like a chore to make love, or something that we were expected to do out of routine. But this experience was made it feel like it was my first time again. My heart began to flutter inside my chest as I ran through it all in my head, and it felt so good.
This wasn't just a dream. It was better than any dream could ever be.
Jack's form began to move, he rolled towards the centre of the bed, towards me. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the dark, now that his face had emerged from beneath the sheets I could begin to distinguish some of the features on his face. I watched him for a few moments to see if he'd awake but he continued to slumber.
Cautiously I slipped my legs over the side of the bed. I kept my eyes on Jack the whole time as I worked myself further over the edge, until my feet touched the carpet. The springs of the bed creaked as I transferred my weight from the bed to my feet. I had managed not to wake him; but then again I had no idea how heavy a sleeper he was.
The sensation of the soft carpet under my feet felt so pleasant, it was almost warm to my bare soles. I took care of my feet anyway, but I'd given them particular attention before the wedding so I could show them off in my new shoes.
As delicately as I could, I tiptoed to the end of the bed to find the pile of clothes left over from last night. There still wasn't enough light to tell what I was grabbing so I had to discern my clothes from his by touch alone. My hands scrambled around softly, the feeling of the carpet on my fingertips sent tingling sensations all the way up to my shoulders.
I could feel a slight tightness in my back as I had only begun to limber up. As my breasts hung down in front of me, my arms pushed them back and forth with a gentle sway as I continued to grovel for my clothes. When I came across something that I thought didn't belong to me I just tossed it a hands distance to the side, just in case something of mine was buried underneath.
After finding everything that I thought belonged to me, I stood up and gave one more glance to Jack before walking towards the bathroom door. I dropped my clothes gently to the floor outside the door; being deft enough to snag my panties in between my fingers. Finding the difference in the material by touch alone I made sure they were the right way out and the right way round before trying to put them on.
As I stepped into them I stumbled a little and in trying to keep my balance landed my foot with a surprisingly heavy 'thud.' Luckily the carpet helped mask my jarring footstep. Pulling my panties up my legs till they met my body, I peered around the edge of the wall again to check on Jack. I adjusted the waistband by running my thumbs around my body, trying not to let the elastic snap back against my skin and make any more unnecessary sound. Knowing that he was okay, I picked up the rest of my clothes and cautiously opened the bathroom door, it made the slightest of noises but not nearly as much as I feared.
In stark contrast to the carpet, the tiles on the bathroom floor were cold to the touch, the chill went all the way from my feet and right up to my spine. My body felt like giving a shiver as it excited my body, even the coldness of the tiles was stimulating. The small surge of adrenaline counteracted the cold, in an instant it soothed the tightness in my back and helped me relax. I placed my clothes down next to the sink before using both hands to close the door as gently as I'd opened it. I didn't fully close it as to spare the sound of the lock clicking into place.
I waved my hand in front of the sensor that was supposed to turn on the lights... nothing happened. With a second wave of my hand the lights began to flicker on. The large mirror was the width of almost the whole bathroom worktop.
The first thing I did was look at my makeup, angling my face one way and then another. My makeup hadn't been heavily applied so the smudging was very minimal, I still felt I would still pass as human. I took a small step backwards, almost pushing myself away from the sink with my hands, I brushed the skin just below my shoulder to rub away the tingling sensation. For an unusually long moment I looked at the reflection of my body in the mirror. I touched my skin and rubbed my hands over it as if to check that it was my own. Finally I felt the need to cup my breasts and even give them both a little squeeze.
As I looked at my body again, something felt different. I'd never felt old because I had always been active. But as I saw my reflection, I felt myself standing straighter, taller. Even my breasts seemed lifted somehow. Although I knew I couldn't actually be different... I felt different. It was as if last night I'd been bathed in the fountain of youth.
After a moment I snapped myself out of the feeling of mild euphoria and reached out for my bra, untangling it from the rest of my clothes. With a motion that was by now as instinctive as breathing, I lassoed the bra around my body, catching it in exactly the right place. I linked the hooked together and straightened it out a little before spinning it around my body, pulling a little more than one eighty then tugging it back just a touch. Even such a small movement made it sit better on my skin, it was only in moment like this where my sense of self was so enhanced that I even thought about it. I snapped myself back out of my momentary daze and back to the task at hand. Swiftly I threaded my arms through the loops and lifted the cups to fit over my breasts. Finally pulling and lifting my breasts into the right shape to make them comfortable.
