Love Me a Waitress Ch. 04

I went to breakfast, as I often do, having the usual good cheer with Fran, tormenting her as I usually do, on a Wednesday morning. Despite our usual banter, she seemed to be a little unsettled. It was busy, and I didn't get to chat with her as is often the case. I finished my breakfast and got up to pay, leaving her a generous tip as I always did. I caught her eye as I was at the register, blowing her a kiss. It was the only time I saw her smile that day.

That afternoon, around three, I heard a familiar sound in my driveway. I went to the garage to greet Fran, who met me as I was about to step out of the kitchen. She immediately put her arms around me, hugging me tightly, much more so than usual. I held her tight, pulling her close, wrapping my arms around her in the most loving hug I could. I kissed the top of her head. Although we had become good friends over the couple of years we'd been screwing, our relationship was also one of a certain convenience, she getting a good pounding that warmed her up for another round later with her well endowed husband, and I getting to pound this hot little 60-something blonde with a smart ass attitude. We often had driving, intense sex, and just plowed each other. Today, things seemed... different.

"Hard day??" I asked, already knowing it had been.

"Yeah. You have no idea." Fran looked up at me. Her ice blue eyes were glistening, probing mine. "Yeah, you do," she said, remembering that I had been in the food service game for some years.

"I'm sorry," I said, pulling her close and kissing her gently. She let her head rest a little more heavily on my shoulder.

"It's OK. Some days are just like that." She went on to tell me how she'd fought the kitchen all day, how it seemed they got every order wrong in some way, and as she was heading for home, got into a disagreement with the owner, someone she'd known for years, from before she owned the restaurant, and had originally met when they worked at a chain restaurant over 20 years ago. Fran was visibly upset as she related the details. At the end, I held her tight, kissing the top of her blonde head.

Fran looked up at me. It appeared tears were forming in her blue eyes. "Make love to me," she said softly.

"I was thinking I'd pin you to the bed and make your forget all about that place."

Fran let out a short laugh, and smiled at me. "I know that's what usually happens, but today I need more." Her eyes were searching mine for sympathy. "I need to feel like someone cares enough to show me some real love."

I looked down at her, pushing her bangs back from her eyes. "I can do that," I said, and kissed her. It was soft, it was sweet, it was loving. For all the times we'd kissed, trying to suck each other's tongues out of our mouths, this was the best. I released my hug, and took her hand. "Come on," I said softly, leading her to the master.

Once back in my bedroom, we kissed again, this time, our hands running all over each other's bodies. We'd been meeting for about two years at this point, but I was still in awe of how soft and supple Fran's body was, despite-or perhaps because of-the constant workout that was waiting tables. I reached up under her T shirt, gently playing with her tits through her bra, making her sigh. I pushed her shirt up, first from the back, then the front, revealing her bra clad breasts. Then it was over her head and onto the floor. She stood in front of me in jeans and a bra. I could see her B cup tits filling it out nicely. She kicked her sneakers off, I doing the same. She kissed me, and the T shirt removal process repeated itself, this time ending with Fran going face first into my chest, she nuzzling the thick patch of hair over my breastbone, and laying her head on my chest.

"Your chest is so soft," she said, looking up at me with her ice blue eyes. "I could stay here all day."

"Why don't you?? You have until almost five to get home-and it's not like your husband doesn't know where you are, or really care, for that matter." Fran's eyes got a little watery. I must have hit on a sore spot. "Ohhh... trouble in paradise??"

Fran laid her head on my chest. "Yeah, we seem to be going through a rough patch right now. His job has had some changes, and he's under a lot of stress. It's been going on for several months, but he's taking it out on me a lot. Between that and the restaurant, it's really getting to me. It's like I get stressed out at work, but then when I get home, where I should get some relief and maybe, just maybe, a little sympathy, there's no peace there, either." Fran sighed. "It's like I can't win."

I kissed the top of her head. "Well, you can always come here." I looked down at her, lifting her fact so I could look in her eyes. "You can stay as long as you like, a couple of days, a week, longer if you need."

Fran looked at me. "Yeah, you just want to make me your full time fuck toy." It was nice to see the smart ass Fran was still hiding under all that angst.

I laughed. "You know I'd love that," I teased her. "I mean, having you every day for a couple of weeks?? I'd be exhausted, but in such a good way." I kissed her. Our eyes met. Hers were searching, perhaps to see if I was just being a smart ass, or wasn't kidding. I just stared down into hers. I watched as she seemed to soften.

"You really would take care of me, wouldn't you??"

"I absolutely would. For as long as it took." The apprehension in her gaze turned to love. She stood on tip toes and kissed me, long and deep. It was one of the most loving kisses I'd ever experienced. While we kissed, I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, the strap now hanging loose. I pushed the left strap off her shoulder, then the right. We broke our kiss, and stepped apart for a moment, long enough for Fran to slide her bra off her arms, revealing her small, soft breasts. She caught the bra as it dropped, tossing it on the end of the bed. I took in her small frame, soft tits now free, gently swaying as she moved. We hugged again, and I was now able to feel the soft skin of her tits against my belly.

"I love the way your boobs feel on me." I said, pulling her close, and kissing her.

"You and me both. You're so soft and comfortable. It's like being in an old, soft, worked in bathrobe." Fran looked up, kissing me. "You're just so... comfortable... and comforting." I hugged her tight, and we stayed together a long moment. Despite having carried on our affair for only a couple of years, sometimes the comfort we felt with each other was like an old, married couple, the kind who had grown closer over many years.

We parted, Fran running her index and middle fingers over the front of my jeans as we stepped back. As always, I was already hard. Fran had a way of doing that to me, something that was an endless source of fascination for her. "Ready for me, are you??" she said as she traced the bulge in the front of my pants. She looked into my eyes, gazing into them as she unbuttoned my jeans, then pulled the zipper down just enough to let the head of my cock poke out. She rubbed the tip, smearing the precum around the head, making it leak more, which Fran spread across the head, making it slick. "Already cumming for me." she kissed me, still playing with the head of my cock. She looked up at me again. "I love how you're always so hard for me, so ready to cum."

"That's because I think you're amazingly hot," I said, only half teasing. I looked down at her. "I mean, what you told your husband about there being only one guy who thinks you're hot when he said what he did about getting banged by a couple of guys that time is really true."

"Yeah, I do pretty well for an old lady!!" she said with a smile. She undid the button on her jeans, and pulled down the zipper, revealing a pair of plain white cotton panties.

I took hold of Fran, looking directly at her. "Back before this first started, one day you were at the register when I was cashing out, and the girl who was taking my money was razzing you about being old, and I said I found you appealing because of your age, not in spite of it...."

"Yeah, I remember that." She started shrugging off her jeans, letting them drop to the floor, then her panties. I had been in awe of Fran's 60-odd year old figure for some time, and seeing her get naked for me only served to reinforce that feeling.

"As you found out, I wasn't kidding. That you are who you are, and you are where you are in life, is what draws me to you. The fact that you are a 60 something smart ass, and pretty hot, too, is what makes you incredibly sexy."

Fran drew in her breath and looked into my eyes. "Yeah, I remember that day, and the way you looked at me when you said that. I remember thinking, I'd do anything for this guy." She kissed me again, lovingly. "It's why we're here," she said softly. "I'd never had anyone seem to appreciate me the way you do." Fran sighed. "And you do. You know more about me than any of the people I work with, and I've been there for a good five years, but none of the bad things seem to matter to you."

"Being in your sixties isn't a bad thing." I smiled at Fran. I pulled down my zipper the rest of the way, then got out of my jeans. We were now naked in front of each other. It was, despite the fact that she was married to someone else, a comfortable, familiar feeling to be naked with Fran.

"To listen to those bitches, you'd think I was dead and buried."

I laughed. "Not nearly. And I do think you're just gorgeous. I've seen the photos you've showed me of you in your earlier life. As good as you looked then, you're hotter now." Fran looked up at me. I kissed her deeply. "The whole person you are excites me. Your age doesn't matter."

Fran looked up at me. The look on her face was a cross between pure love, and wondering what the hell I saw in her. She kissed me, and pulled me to the bed. She sat and moved up, pulling me along so I was next to her. She kissed me again, then lay back, giving me a full view of her compact, toned frame, her tits hanging a little as she lay on her side. I took in her slender belly, skinny legs and blonde bush. She looked good enough to eat. She leaned toward me, kissing me again.

"Make love to me..." she said softly.

I looked deep into her ice blue eyes. "It would be my pleasure," I replied, taking a place next to her in the bed. I kissed her deeply as she reached to stroke my stiff dick. I reached to her, caressing her left breast, making the nipple stand out more than it was when we lay down. Fran let out a sigh.

We continued to kiss, Fran slowly stroking my cock, I releasing her breast, and running my hand down her small frame, feeling the curve of her hip, and the tone of her thigh. I moved my hand back up, stopping this time to gently push her thigh up, accessing her now spreading pussy, dragging my index finger up her labia, and over her clit, giving her a momentary jolt as the electricity hit while I lingered on her little button for a short moment.

Fran, distracted by my attention to her pussy, had stopped stroking me. After she recovered from her short jolt, she now took my balls in her hand, rolling them around, and again stroking me, making me again seep precum onto her fingers, which she licked up eagerly. I kissed her, and rolled her onto her back.

"Need to get you ready for a lot more of that," I said moving to get between her slender thighs.

"About time," said Fran, ever the smart ass. "I wasn't planning to spend the day here." She smiled, knowing she was about to get a good day's worth of loving over the next hour or so.

"There's no hurry. As you well know, I'm not a ten minute lay." I kissed her. "And neither are you," I said softly, and kissed her again. She couldn't argue with that, and I didn't give her the chance, kneeling between her legs, leaning forward to get my face in her little blonde muff.

Fran drew in her breath, knowing what was in store. I licked my lips, then started on her left knee, gently licking and swirling my tongue as I worked up to the blonde patch between the tops of her thighs. I kissed her legs as I moved up, finally nuzzling into her bush, kissing around her opening, but not going in. Fran took another sharp breath as I just barely grazed the top of her cleft, just missing her clit.

I looked up and smiled, then moved back down, this time working her right leg, giving it the same treatment, except now I'd linger a little longer at the top of her labia, so close, but just not getting my tongue on her clit.

"Dammit, why do you have to drive me crazy like that??" she said sharply.

"My, aren't we impatient," I replied, smiling up at her. "No wonder they get your food wrong."

Fran gave me a dirty look, but it didn't last long. I dove into her blonde pussy, licking bottom to top, giving her a good tongue twirl on her clit, making her jump and sigh. I latched onto her clit, and alternately swirled my tongue and flicked it across that little button, making Fran let out a long "Aaaaaahhhhhhh" as her hips tensed when she had her release. I felt her hands grip my head as she came. I lingered in her pussy, savoring her sweet taste now that she'd cum on me. I kissed up through her bush, then up her belly, finally getting to her splayed out tits, taking the left, then the right, in my mouth, sucking gently on her nipples, then moving up and kissing her.

She met me eagerly, though what started as a lustful, 'I want to fuck your brains out' kind of kiss, soon morphed into something more sensual and loving. Fran pulled away and looked up at me I could see at the same time, a strong affection, yet uncertainty in her eyes. She kissed me again, then pushed me down, moving me so I was on my back. She knelt on the bed, even with my cock, smiled, took it in her hands, kissed the head, looked at me again in lust, and took me in her mouth, first the head, which she swirled her tongue around, getting me good and wet, then taking the whole shaft, holding for a second, her nose in my pubes, then pulling away, catching her breath. She smiled again, and repeated, this time staying on me, going down all the way on each stroke, slowly but surely heightening my arousal.

I had not had enough of her sweet pussy, so I pulled her hips toward me, getting them so we were into a 69 with her on top. I licked up her spread labia, pulling away momentarily to get a good look at how they gapped in front of me. I knew I'd shortly be plunging my stiff dick within their steamy confines. I kissed them, drawing my tongue over Fran's clit, making her pull away from me. She looked over her shoulder, gave me a look, then went back down on my bobbing cock.

"You're not ever going to get this blow job if you don't leave me alone," she said, half mocking.

"Ever the generous lover, you are," I teased. Fran laughed, smiled at me, and resumed her ministrations to my hard on. I resumed licking her open labia, hoping to win the race to orgasm, since, as much as I like when she sucks me to completion, I wanted to shoot my wad deep in her blonde snatch. I intensified my attack, giving Fran's twat a full on kiss, licking inside her, and over her clit. She was doing her best to stay focused on my swelling dick, to no avail. It felt wonderful for me, but she soon had to give up the chase as I brought her to the brink, then over the edge of the orgasmic cliff, she letting go of my cock as she cried out and lifted her face off me, but not before leaving me awash in her sweet woman cum.

I pushed Fran away from me as she relaxed from her cum, taking up a position behind her. I lined up and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, making sure I applied pressure on her little love button. I felt her hips shake, and then pushed in, going right to her womb, the head poking at her cervix, making her have another mini cum. I felt her pussy go all wet all over me. I held on, my balls now pressed into her clit, as she shuddered around me. Now that I had her primed, I started to drive into her, slapping my balls against her clit with each stroke, and reaching around to grab her tits, squeezing them and playing with the nipples as I continued to slam into her pussy from behind.

Fran was now in the zone, whimpering every time I bottomed out in her cunt, which she ground back into me in response. I let go of her right tit and reached under her, getting good contact on her clit, rubbing it as I fucked her from behind. It took all of about sixty seconds to send her into a crying orgasm, and she thrashed about underneath me. Once the fireworks subsided, I pulled away from her, and she collapsed onto the bed. I pulled her up toward me, kissing her hard. We finally lay down facing each other, both of us out of breath.

Fran kissed me. "I need a break," she said, still catching her breath.

"Me, too," I said. "Here, lay your head on my shoulder," I said, pulling her up so she could get her head on me. She reached over, playing her hand in the hair on my chest. I pulled the covers up so we wouldn't get chilled now that we weren't actively building heat. She didn't say anything for a long few minutes, and appeared deep in thought. I considered asking what she was thinking, then thought better of it, just letting her have her moment. I kissed the top of her head, savoring the aroma of her soft hair. Fran smiled, then looked up and kissed me.

"You wear me out," she said, still smiling. "It's one of the things I've really come to like about you." She kissed me again.

"I'm glad I can be a release for you. I know how stressful your days at work can get. A good pounding afterward can really take the edge off."

Fran laughed. "Don't you know it!!" She looked up at me a moment, looking deep in thought, then kissed me. She moved her hand from my chest, and started stroking my cock, which had gone to half mast while we lay together. I pushed the covers down, watching her hand move up and down, the light catching the diamond in her engagement ring. I was soon fully hard. Fran, now renewed after our interlude, rolled herself on top of me. I now had a full view of her banging little body, slender legs topped by a thin wisp of blonde, narrow hips, slightly hanging B cup tits. Her pussy was spread and ready to accept my swelling hard on. She looked at me with her captivating ice blue eyes. I felt her hand take my cock and put it to her labia as she looked me straight in the eye.

"Nice and easy," she said, and I felt the wetness of her pussy on the head of my dick, then the plunge as it spread her, then went deep as she sank down on it. "The pounding was fun, but I need something a little more relaxing now." Fran settled in on my cock, and I soon felt her labia spreading against my balls, a nice feeling now that I was also fully inside her, the head of my dick poking her womb.

Fran leaned forward and kissed me, not the aggressive, suck your tongue out of your mouth kind of kiss we'd been engaged in at first, but a more sensuous, softer, loving kiss. I felt her soft tits on my chest, her thighs around me. She lifted her hips, almost high enough that my cock would slip out of her, the head just inside her, then slowly move back down, again taking her time to settle on me, letting out a soft whimper as she hit bottom, and I hit her womb again. We kissed softly, and Fran worked up and down on me ever so slowly. It was almost a slow motion torture, as she drew me out and teased my dick, which was slowly growing harder and swelling inside her. At one point, Fran had a soft orgasm, her pussy juicing around me as she let out a soft moan while we kissed, and then she rose up as the feeling intensified, giving her a little more penetration as she sat down harder on me.

I took her hands, entwining our fingers, she smiling down at me, then closing her eyes as her cum washed over her-and then me!! When she recovered, she looked down and smiled again, a new look in her blue eyes, this time more love than lust. Fran leaned forward, kissing me again. She didn't move this time, just letting my dick settle inside her as we went into a full body press, kissing softly the whole time. I could feel the shivering of her well stimulated, just now orgasmic pussy on my cock, a fluttering feeling that was pushing me toward my own cum, my cock swelling in anticipation of its impending release.

Fran let go of our kiss and looked down at me. "You're getting bigger, harder, I can feel you swelling inside me." She smiled. "I want you to cum for me," she said softly, slowly lifting her hips, then just as slowly, lowering herself back down. The feeling was exquisite. She kissed me again, and rocked her pussy on my swelling cock. "Come on, baby, you know how I want your cum." Fran did another slow up and down on me, and I could feel the head of my cock pushing up into her a little farther than it had been. She kissed me again, and repeated her hip movement. I was almost there, and I pushed deep inside her, taking her hips in my hands, holding her to me. "Oh yeah, baby, give it to me deep," she said, her voice still just above a whisper. She pushed down, and I was done. I looked deep into her ice blue eyes, looking for exactly what I found, a meeting of our souls as I poured my being into hers. There was a look of realization as my cum spilled into her, then she leaned down and kissed me, holding the kiss through the rest of my orgasm, and then into hers as my cumming set her off. For all the times we'd cum for each other, sometimes simultaneously, which doesn't happen as often as you'd hope, this was by far the most intense, soul melding experience we'd ever had.

Finally, we broke our kiss, both of us out of breath. I had not gone soft right away, and we stayed joined for a good ten minutes, Fran alternately kissing me gently and looking into each other's eyes, then laying her head on my chest. Finally, I softened up enough to slip out of Fran's now well soaked pussy, and she lay down next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. I pulled the covers up, and we lay there, not speaking for a few minutes as we let the glow of our love making settle over us.

After about 15 minutes, Fran looked at me, leaned over to kiss me, then started to get up. "I need to get home," she said, almost annoyed at the prospect. I pulled her to me and gave her a quick kiss.

"Don't want to be late for that second round with hubby??" I teased.

"Well, maybe..." she said, her voice trailing off as she went into the bathroom to get cleaned up.

I lay in the bed for another minute or two, then got up to clean up myself, and went into the bathroom to pee and get a warm washcloth. Fran was already well on her way, now in bra and panties. She kissed me, and went back out into the bedroom to reclaim her jeans and t-shirt. I cleaned up, and did the same, and we were shortly walking back out to her car. Before we got out of the garage, I pulled her close to me for a long hug. She wrapped her arms around me tight, more so than she usually did. I sensed there was something going on with her, but couldn't put my finger on anything specific.

"Are you OK?? I asked. For as intense as our lovemaking was, she at the same time seemed a little distant. I released the hug, and held her hands in mine, looking into her blue eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, looking back at me, her expression a mix of distance, love and worry. She squeezed my hands in hers. "I'll be OK."

"You know you can talk to me," I reminded her. We'd sometimes delved into her deeper feelings, something she was not always comfortable doing, but on occasion, she'd open up to me about her past life, current life, concerns, frustrations, and so on. Today looked like it was not going to be one of those days.

Fran squeezed my hands again. "I know," she said, softly. I pulled her up for a kiss, and we walked out to her car. She got in, and again took my hands in hers, looking up at me, as if this were going to be the last time.

"See you tomorrow??" I asked

"Yeah, if I don't blow the day off," she said, giving me a weak smile. Her eyes met mine, and we just looked at each other for a long moment. She appeared to be searching mine for some kind of sign, more so than other times.

"I love you," she said quietly, her eyes still searching mine. I was taken aback, though not entirely surprised. I'd often sensed she was falling for me, despite the brashness that marked our relationship. We'd said that to each other on numerous occasions by now. It had always been heartfelt, and not the perfunctory "love you"

expressed by many long term married couples. I'd really come to love Fran during the couple of years we'd been seeing each other, first just as a couple of smart asses in a diner, then as lovers.

I smiled, looking back at her. Fran's face relaxed, apparently relieved at my sudden acceptance of her sentiment. "I love you, too, very much." I squeezed her hands in mine for a brief moment, then let go. She took my right hand and kissed it. I thought for a moment I saw her tearing up a little, completely out of character for the Fran I had come to know. I watched as she backed out of the driveway. I blew her a kiss as she started away. She returned my kiss, and then she was gone.

The next morning, a Thursday, I came in for breakfast around ten, as was my custom. I took a seat, and looked around. No Fran. OK, maybe she did decide to blow off work this morning. I traded barbs with one of the other girls, who of course, had to razz me about missing my "girlfriend." I asked if anyone had heard from her, but nobody had, other than that she had called in sick that morning. Friday she didn't always work, and I didn't go out for breakfast, electing to make my own. She usually worked Saturday, so again I hit the restaurant around ten. Hmmm... no Fran again today.

After the usual ribbing about not seeing my girlfriend, I finished up and returned home after some errands. I texted Fran, and went about my day. By dinner time, I had not gotten a reply, and texted again. By morning, still nothing. I typically didn't call her; even though her husband was supposedly OK with Fran taking a side trip to see me on her way home, I didn't want to test his patience too hard, or make it seem like there was more to the relationship than just sex. We had met, he was an OK guy, but I still felt it was a good idea not to get too mixed up and upset the balance. She rarely worked on Sunday, and I didn't go in as I might have on another day. Monday I called her phone, which went right to voice mail. I left a short message, and moved on. Wednesday I went in for breakfast, and now the other girls were asking me if I'd heard from Fran.

"Nope, not a thing. Not a text, not answering my calls, nothing." They seemed as bewildered as I now was. Within a couple of days, not only was her phone going directly to voice mail, but it was saying her mailbox was full, and I couldn't leave a message, a situation I relayed to her now seemingly former coworkers. Days turned into two weeks, then a month, then three. The girls in the restaurant showed me a remarkable amount of deference and sympathy, though it wasn't entirely a surprise, given that the affinity Fran and I shared for each other was pretty obvious. How much anyone actually knew about the depth of our relationship, I could not tell, though I'm sure the rumors flew while Fran was still there. Still, every once in a while, someone would ask me if I'd heard anything. Not a peep, as Fran's disappearance now ran toward six months.

I had noted that during our last meeting, for as engaged as she was in our lovemaking, she still seemed to have a distance, as if she were, at the same time, steeling herself for a separation. Her profession of love for me, as simple as it was, caught me off guard and surprised me; it was completely unexpected. As often as we'd said that to each other, that last time seemed much more emotionally laden than it had on previous occasions. I had a sense then that something was afoot, but she wasn't talking, and I knew better than to push. I sensed there was a change coming. I didn't know it would be her disappearing from all of our lives.

I'd played with married women at times over many years. You have to accept that sometimes they'll come to their senses and realize the affair is a mistake, and return to their familiar world of husband and family. Sometimes it's a realization they come to on their own; sometimes it happens because they get caught, and have to cut off the relationship under the weight of an ultimatum. Either way, I'd had this kind of thing happen before. As much as it hurt, I always knew somewhere in the back of my mind that this was a likely possibility. It's why getting emotionally involved in such a situation is not a good idea. As much as I tried to hold back, it was hard not to fall for Fran, as gruff as she was at times. The interplay between us, not only the sex, but the edgy banter, was fun and stimulating. And though I knew this was always hanging over me, over us, it still hurt that someone I had invested so much of my feelings in would just vanish without a trace.

I had accepted the fact that she was probably gone forever; it had happened before, and moved on, though for a long time, Fran was still on my mind.

Then, one day about three years later, I was in Wal Mart(where else??), looking at the selection of ice cream in their frozen section, not paying attention to the activity around me, and I felt a pair of hands reach around me, and grip me, then pull me close.

"Always looking for something to eat, aren't you??" The voice sounded familiar, one I had not heard in some time. My eyes got wide as the realization hit me.

"Fran??" I said, my voice going up an octave. The arms around me eased their grip, and I turned to see a skinny little blonde looking up at me, the same uncertain look I had seen the last time I looked into those ice blue eyes three years earlier. I took her in my arms and hugged her tight, the anxiety of not seeing her, and not knowing why, melting away for the moment. I kissed the top of her head, more as a reflex action than an intentional move, and held her to me. After a long moment, we separated, and I looked into her eyes, still holding her hands in mine.

She melted into me again, her head resting on my chest. "God... I.... have... missed... you," she said softly, but loud enough for me to hear in the noisy store. I kissed the top of her head again, and we pulled away from each other, still holding hands.

I again looked into her eyes. "I've missed you too. I thought I'd never see you again. In fact, I'd pretty much given up on the idea. What the hell happened??"

Fran let out a short nervous laugh. "It's a long story. Can I tell you over dinner??"

"Sure. That would be wonderful. I can pick you up if you want. Where are you staying??"

"I'm at Billy's sister's house in town." Fran thought a moment. "How about I come over to your place. We can go from there."

"OK, that'll work." I checked my phone. It was around 3:30. "Six-ish??"

"Yeah, that's good. I need some time to get a few things done. I'll see you later on." Fran stood on her toes to give me a quick kiss, which I met a little more eagerly than I thought. We pulled away, and went about our Wal Mart tasks.

I got home and got my stuff put away, and tidied up the house a little. About six, I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I went out to see Fran getting out, looking much the same as I remembered her, jeans and a t-shirt. I watched as she came to me, meeting in the driveway. She seemed a little bouncy under her shirt as she walked up. We met, kissed, went into a long hug, then another kiss.

"Ready to go??" I asked. For a moment, I wondered if our reunion wouldn't just head right to the bedroom, and dinner become an afterthought.

"Yeah, I'm starved. I've been running all day, haven't had a thing since this morning."

We went over to the local steakhouse and settled in, Fran getting a beer, me a Diet Dr Pepper. We toasted to a long overdue reunion.

"So," I said, reaching across the table to take her hands, "What the hell happened?? We had this wonderful afternoon delight, like we'd done for a couple of years, and then... nothing."

Fran drew in her breath and looked at me. "Well...." she seemed to be holding back tears. "Billy and I had been having some issues..."

"Not because of," I let go of her hand and waved mine back and forth between us, "what we'd been doing??"

"No. Oh no. For as long as we were doing that, he never said anything, and it was never a problem. In fact, I kind of think he was just as glad I found someone to play with, it gave him a little rest toward the end."

"The end??"

"The end. Actually not quite the end. The day we were together, that last day, we got some results back from his doctor. A week before, he was having some pain in his left leg, bad enough he couldn't put weight on it."

"That was going on a while, if it was that bad??"

"Yeah, for a couple of months. I finally nagged him into seeing his doctor."

"Not good, huh?? I'm getting the sense that he waited too long."

"Exactly," said Fran, looking a cross between sad and annoyed. "He had bone cancer in his leg. By the time he found out, it had spread to the point where it was causing a lot of pain in his thigh." She seemed about to tear up. "It had also spread through his body. We decided that we needed better treatment than we could get here, since cancer treatment here is pitiful." This was true. For whatever advances the area had made over the last three decades, medical care was often still lacking. "So, that was the conversation I was anticipating when I got home that afternoon."

"I take it you bugged out almost immediately??"

Fran looked at me and swallowed hard. "Yeah. We decided to go back to Illinois. Our families still live up there, and we'd be an hour and a half from Chicago, which has some pretty good hospitals. It took us a couple days to load up, but we were gone by that next Monday. Once we got there, Billy started treatment the next week, and it was either getting chemo and radiation, or the recovery from it, which was difficult."

I took Fran's hand across the table. "Yeah, I get it. My mom had colon cancer, and the chemo knocked the shit out of her for the first two months. She couldn't get out of bed most of the time, the first few days after she had the dosage they gave her. Finally someone figured out dosing her as if she was a 200 pound man-she was about 120, and dropping-was a bit much. After they adjusted for her size, it wasn't as bad, but she still took it pretty hard. So I get the ordeal you had."

"Yeah, it was pretty rough for months." Fran squeezed my hand. "Didn't leave me a lot of time for catching up with my old life, what with going to Chicago a couple days a week-you ever drive in Chicago??"

"Too many times," I replied. "You recall I was an over the road trucker for a few years."

"Yeah, that's right. You probably have more time driving there than I do. Anyway, it takes a lot of time, and then there was the home care. I was wiped out most of the time-I ain't a kid anymore-and it was a challenge just to keep up."

"How long did he go on with the chemo and all that?? I'm thinking he didn't come out of it??"

Fran got quiet a moment. "No. He was up and down, sometimes going into remission for short periods, then the cancer would come back. Finally, after about two years, it came back hard, and the chemo wasn't working. Then it was downhill fast."

"Yeah, I remember my mom having the same experience, though she held on for almost seven years before it finally closed in. Then it was three weeks, and out. It was quite sudden, given that she'd been doing well for five or six years following the initial treatment."

"Same here. Once the chemo quit working, it was quick." Fran got teary eyed, something I was not used to seeing. I tightened my hold on her hands. She continued, "Then, as if Billy wasn't enough, my mom started to get forgetful, first about simple things, like where she left her glasses."

"I imagine she's on in years??"

"Yeah, she just turned 88. But she's always been pretty sharp, so this was a bad sign. Then she started getting disoriented, and I realized she was heading on into dementia."

"Wow. No wonder you were out of touch for so long." I looked at her and sighed. "Bet you didn't have a moment of your own, ever."

Fran looked at me, now more teary eyed. "Nope. Not for a couple of years."

"I know that when you're up to your ass in alligators, it's hard to keep in mind your original objective was to drain the swamp," Fran chuckled at that, "so I get that calling anyone, never mind the likes of me, was probably not in the front of your mind, but I wish you had. I don't know what I could have done from here, though I'd have gladly come up to help in any way I could, but at the very least, I'd have given you a place to release some pressure."

Fran looked at me a moment, the tension going out of her face as she had the realization that I would have done anything for her. "Yeah, I should have thought of that." She squeezed my hands. "And you always have been a good listener for me." She smiled. "Though if you came up, I'm sure I'd have wound up tackling you in the first half hour."

Just then, our dinner arrived, and we entertained the ways we could have snuck in some recreational refreshment in whatever spare moments Fran might have had.

"So, how is mom doing??" I asked.

"Some days better than others. My sister is keeping an eye on her while I'm here, and we're looking for someplace to get her set up with the type of care she needs. since we both know we can't keep this up forever."

I thought a moment. My grandmother had also been beset with Alzheimer's at the end of her life. I knew the trials and ordeals. "No, you can't. It will be increasingly wearing on you, both physically and emotionally." Fran gave me a look that said, 'duh!!' I continued, "Seriously. My grandmother died from Alzheimer's. It took her about eight years from onset, but it was an ordeal for all of us, especially my mom, who spent a considerable amount of time looking after her, both before and after she went into a home."

Fran looked across the table at me, again having the realization that she and I had trod the same path. I took her hands again. "You always seem to know what I'm going through," she said, her eyes tearing up again. In the now half dozen years I had known her, Fran had never showed so much emotion, mostly putting on a hard shell exterior. Maybe having endured a lot of stress the previous couple of years was breaking through. She squeezed my hands tight, and held for a long moment before going back to her dinner. She looked at me again as the worry went from her face.

"Thanks," she said, softly.

"For...??" I said curiously.

"Always listening. You have a way of letting me vent, letting me get into the things that I have a hard time letting out, and making it so I feel safe doing it. I reached for her, taking her hands once more. She gave me a good squeeze, and a look that matched the one I saw on her face years before, the day I told her I appreciated her not in spite of all the things the other help at the restaurant constantly razzed her about, but because of it, the look of pure love I saw when she realized I wasn't kidding. She gave me another squeeze and let go.

We went back to our dinner, then a couple of beers, and finally cheesecake. We'd been at dinner for a couple of hours-not that we were in any kind of hurry-and it was good to catch up and hear everything Fran had been going through, as draining as it was. She felt a lot better when we were done, and I had forgiven her for her long absence from my life.

We went back to my house, but not before I gave her tits a squeeze as we got in the car, making her laugh.

"Caught me," she said, still laughing.

"I noticed when you came up the driveway when you got here. There was quite a bit of bounce under your shirt."

Fran smiled, gave me a mischievous look, and lifted her shirt, revealing her soft tits, with their now perky nipples. I leaned over and took a handful of her right breast, and kissed her deeply. I let go, and she pulled her shirt down, and we headed to my place.

Once in the door, Fran turned to me, took my face in her hands and kissed me long and deep. "I really did miss you," she said, pulling away from the kiss, her eyes searching mine.

"I missed you too. I thought of you often, even long after I'd given up on the idea of ever seeing you again." We kissed again, and I reached down to grab her ass, picking her up off the floor. Fran wrapped her legs around me, and I started toward the bedroom, still kissing her. When we got to the master, Fran fumbled behind herself to open the door, and we went straight to the bed. I pulled her sneakers off, while she pulled off her t-shirt and I kicked off my shoes. She sat up, pulling on the hem of my shirt. I helped by lifting it up and off, she then reaching for the button on my jeans. She got me undone, pulling the zipper down as she went, which released my growing cock.

There was one thing left for me to do, and Fran was already on it, undoing her jeans, pulling down the zipper slowly as she looked me in the eye. It was the sexiest thing I'd seen in a long while. As she got her jeans open, I grabbed the legs and pulled, watching as they slid down her hips, revealing first a hint of blonde, then more as it became obvious she had no panties under her Levi's.

"Well. Someone came to play," I teased.

Fran laughed nervously. "I wanted to be ready if things took off. I knew you wouldn't have anything under your Wranglers."

I looked at her a moment, her skinny blonde 66 year old body splayed out in front of me, her small, soft tits, slightly leaning to the side, her blonde bush barely hiding her opening labia. I stood in front of her, my cock now at attention. I thought about just plowing her right there, but I wanted a taste first.

"Well??" said Fran, ever the impatient one. Several years of travail had not diminished her spirit, it seemed. I knelt in front of her, pulling her to me, so her ass was hanging off the edge of the bed, her pussy going into position right onto my tongue. "Oh, God...." Fran said softly as she anticipated what was next.

I kissed her labia, first the outer lips, then licked around the top of her thighs, teasing her by getting close enough to make her tingle, but not quite into her open inner lips. Fran pushed her pussy closer to me, but I backed off, not giving her the release she sought. I nuzzled through the blonde hair around her gaping labia, making her crazier.

"Goddammit, if you're just going to tease, don't even bother!!" Fran hadn't lost any of her feistiness in our hiatus.

"Just trying to heighten your arousal, dear. I know how you cum when I get you started."

Fran grabbed my head and pulled it to her. I was caught off guard, and my face mashed into her juicing pussy. OK, I can play that game. I stuck my tongue into the gap between her legs, swirling as I went in, then licking up and down. Fran relaxed a bit as the feeling of my tongue did exactly as I hoped, raising the tension. I gave her a good working over, licking slowly over her inner lips, then outer, then inner again, making her hips shake. I could feel the building tension as I ministered to her deepest self, while Fran let out a long string of obscenity in response to my attention. Finally I took in a deep breath and kissed her spread inner labia, slowly running my tongue up over them, and taking her clit into my mouth, first sucking on it gently, then once Fran's hips bucked, giving it a good licking, swirling my tongue over it, even as I held it in my lips.

That was enough. Fran yelped, and her thighs closed around my head, squeezing me tight as her pussy soaked my face. I let her ride out her orgasm, then slowly released her, standing, She glared at me as I stood in front of her, my cock now at full mast. She reached for me, taking it in her hand, pulling me to her.

"Put that thing in me, goddammit!!" I did as I was told, and rammed my dick straight up her soaking blonde snatch, my balls slapping her ass, the head banging her depths. Fran yelped when I hit bottom. I started pounding away, taking her hips in my hands, holding her as I fucked her hard. That brought out another round of obscene discourse, and I stopped, holding my cock deep in her.

I looked Fran in the eye. "If this is too much, I can take it away," I teased.

"Don't you dare, motherfucker." Fran grimaced as I flexed my cock inside her. "I've wanted this the last three years, you're not taking it from me now!!"

I leaned into her, not thrusting, just letting my weight push me onto her more heavily. It put pressure from my pubic bone onto her clit, making her shudder from the sudden contact. "You should have called me. You could have been getting this all along. You know where I am."

"I was kind of preoccupied, remember I told you that??"

"Yeah, well, I can travel. I'd have made my way to you, we could have figured something out." I pulled back and banged into Fran, again making her shudder. She closed her eyes, and took my hands in hers. She opened her eyes again, and looked at me. I just smiled at her, again pushing my cock deep into her slick cunt, now dripping with her juices and a healthy dose of my precum. I was getting close to a finish now myself, after enduring a couple of Fran's cums, with their flood of woman cum, and her pussy squeezing my dick hard. Her quivering cunt was pushing me along as well, and it wouldn't be long.

"Yeah, like you'd have driven the 600-odd miles up to see me," Fran said, again giving me a skeptical eye.

"I have a car. Besides, you know what I did before I came here, right?? Or did you forget in the time you were away??" I pulled back and shoved into Fran, making her legs tighten around me as she grimaced from the sudden stimulation as my pubic bone banged into her clit.

"Yeah, yeah, OK. I get it... I remember," Fran said realizing my previous career driving over the road.

"So you know a 600 mile day is nothing for me." I banged into her again, once more drawing a shudder of her hips. "If I got a decent start, say around breakfast, you could have a pussy full of cum before dinner." I slung my dick into her again, making her moan. "And you know I'd do it."

Fran gazed up at me, a look of resignation showing in her face. "Yeah, I do." She pushed into me, her expression changing. "So are you going to talk me to death, or cum in me??" Her spirit wasn't diminished much.

I grabbed her hips and pushed in deep, stroking back out, then in again. A half dozen thrusts, and I was dumping a big load into Fran's once more overheated pussy. I looked her in the eye as I came.

"There you are, you little slut. Three years and 600 miles, finally you get what you deserve." I held inside her as my orgasm trailed off, but not before setting her off one more time as the heat of my cum spread in her. Fran just let out a sigh as her orgasm retreated. My hard on started to flag, and I pulled out of her, drawing yet another sigh. She started to move up onto the bed, but I grabbed her ankles before she could get far.

"Oh, no you don't," I said, pulling her ass to the edge of the bed. "After three years, I'm getting all of this." I knelt in front of Fran, her twat now spilling the load I just shot into her back down over her ass. I licked up her slit, getting a good glob of cum on my tongue. I licked it over her clit, making her hips shake as the shock of my tongue and cum hit her, then stood and leaned to Fran kissing her hard, making sure she got a good taste of what she'd just received in her soaking cunt. She tried to avoid my kiss at first, then, once I forced my tongue into her mouth, started to get into it, as if she were trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth.

"Oh, so you're going to shy me off, like you don't want to taste my cum and yours when I kiss you??" I teased. I went back down for another scoop, kissing her again. Again she took it all eagerly. I pulled away. "Yeah, I knew you couldn't resist. You love the slutty feel of tasting my cum and yourself after I cum in you."

Fran smiled at me, but didn't come back. "Just as I thought. Cum eating slut."

I went back down, this time for good, not stopping til I'd licked all around her labia and clit, and into her blonde bush for good measure, making her cum in a barrage of profanity at least twice. Finally I stood, and moved her onto the bed, climbing on next to her, enjoying the sight of her in now total exhaustion.

"See, you could have been getting this all along." I looked into her ice blue eyes. "All you had to do was answer your phone. And you know I'd have picked up your call."

Fran looked at me a moment, then took my face in her hands and kissed me, long, deep, loving. "I was afraid, especially after several months, that you wouldn't talk to me...."

"I'd have always talked to you. I spent the last three years wondering if it was something I said, or just that you were done with us. That's happened to me before."

"No, I was just overwhelmed," said Fran, tears now breaking out. She melted into me. I held her, pulling the covers up over us, so we didn't get chilled now that the heat of our passion was cooling. I held her close, letting her have her release. After a while, we were getting sleepy, and I doused the light. We fell into a deep sleep, physically and emotionally drained.

I woke up the next morning to find Fran had snuggled in close to me, and I had pulled her to me, my hand now draped around her little body, my palm holding her left tit. She was still out. I slowly, gently, eased my way out of bed to pee, and climbed back in. She stirred as I reached around her, once more taking her boob in my hand. I kissed her behind her ear, making her let out a sleepy giggle. This was largely uncharted territory, as we had had very few overnight visits. Waking up in the same bed was a new thing. So far, I liked it.

Seeing she was slowly waking up, I kissed her again. After the third kiss, she turned toward me, kissing me more directly. "Give me a minute," she said, climbing off the the other side of the bed. She went to pee and brush her teeth, and returned to me. I took in the sight of her small, shapely frame as she came back from the bathroom, her little tits bouncing as she walked, her skinny hips framing the patch of blonde between her thighs. Fran was nothing but entrancing as she approached me. I have long had an appreciation for the female form in all its manifestations: short, tall, skinny, chunky, young, old, you name it. Every one I have ever been with has had her own unique beauty. But every once in a while, I'm just awed by someone's appeal. Fran was stunning naked.

She climbed back into bed with me. "What were you looking at??" she asked pointedly. She'd obviously noticed my stare. "It's not like you haven't seen me naked a hundred times."

"True," I said, as she resumed her spooning position against my chest. I wrapped my right arm around her again. "But sometimes, even someone you're seen many times and are quite familiar with," I squeezed her left tit, "really makes an impression. Watching you walk toward me, in all your naked glory just now, I was really struck by your beauty."

Fran laughed mockingly. "Yeah, as if I'm some kind of pageant queen, especially at 66."

"You're far more attractive than you give yourself credit for." I kissed her neck. I was regaining my morning wood, now that I had the softness of Fran's body pressing into mine once more. I pulled her right leg up, my cock naturally finding the gap between her thighs. I slowly pushed back and forth, letting it ride in the crease that would soon open to me. A couple minutes of close contact, and I felt Fran's labia parting. "It's great til you open your mouth," I teased.

"You!!---" I pulled Fran's face around and kissed her, cutting her off, a long, hard kiss that was pure lust. As I kissed her, I pushed into her pussy, first just the head of my cock into her spreading lips, holding there as she opened to me, then about half of it, again holding, then finally all the way, making Fran sigh. I stayed still, letting her get adjusted to my cock filling her, and just enjoying the feeling of being inside her. We let go of our long kiss, now engaging in softer, shorter kisses. I continued to feel her tits, making her nipples stand up, and ultimately making her have a mini orgasm from playing with those sensitive little nubs, and pressing my dick into her, my balls pushing against her clit.

I pulled the covers up a little higher around us, making a cocoon for our lovemaking. I kissed Fran's earlobes, making her giggle, and her neck, making her sigh. Meanwhile, she was pushing her pussy back into me, even as I slow thrust into her, poking her cervix on each push. I told her how I missed her afternoon visits, but as much fun as they were, this was way better, just lying with her, enjoying the feel of being together.

I pushed deep, squeezing her tits at the same time. She turned to me, kissing me. As she pulled away from the kiss, she looked into my eyes, pushing back into me.

"Cum in me," she said plaintively. I had never seen Fran so open, as if she were completely surrendering her feelings to me. Most of our screwing-it wasn't always gentle lovemaking, in fact it was more of a sexual frenzy most of the time-was just that: hammering sex to scratch an itch. Even when it was softer and more loving, there was still an edge to it. This morning was different. I thrust deep, gently, my cock pushing at her womb. Fran squeezed me, and grabbed my arm, which was wrapped around her as I held her tits, tightly, hugging it to her. I started to spew, long ropes of sperm that filled and quickly overflowed her. I felt her respond, first her little body shaking as I came in her, then soaking my cock as she was overcome by her own orgasm.

We finished up together, both of us reaching the conclusion of our respective cums about the same time. Fran let out a long sigh as she relaxed. I pulled her tight to me, kissing her neck. She turned and kissed me full on, deeply, finally pulling away from me.

"That was incredible." My cock was still hard inside her, swimming in our combined juices. Fran felt it too. She kissed me again. "It's still amazing how much you cum in me." I pulled back about half way and pushed back inside her, my dick slurping as it regained full penetration. Fran laughed, and I felt her fingers playing at her opening, getting a feel for the sloppy mess that was now starting to drip from her, slowly making its way down the back of her thigh onto the sheet.

We stayed together for a lot longer than I would have expected, but sometimes in my old age, I stay hard for quite a while after I cum. Fran felt that I was staying up, and settled in, wiggling her butt against me, making the best of good penetration. I continued to kiss her earlobes and neck, and she giggled as I tickled her with kisses, as well as with the occasional drip of cum out of her soaked pussy. While we didn't talk much, Fran kept a good hold on my arm, which was reached around her, holding her tits, her fingers entwined with mine, and holding it close to her, as if she didn't want to let go.

I finally softened up and slipped out of Fran's drenched twat, which released the flood of cum that had been pent up inside her for the last 15 minutes, now rolling down the back of her thigh and onto the sheet. She laughed as it rolled down her leg, tickling her.

"I'm glad you're doing the laundry, and not me!!" she teased.

"Well, now that you're single, you can move in with me, and you can help with the housework," I retorted. Fran turned to face me.

"Don't get any ideas, lazy boy. I'm not going to be your domestic slave. You can do your own damn laundry."

I was caught off guard, as I had only been kidding her, as I usually did. She continued, "After 42 years of being married and having to live with someone else's crap, I ain't doing that again."

I laughed. "Geez, I was just kidding. I didn't think for a moment that you'd take me up on that, as generous an offer as it was."

"Yeah, well, after forty odd years, I'm enjoying the freedom. I'm not doing that again for anyone," Fran kissed me. "Not even you." She kissed me again, then took my face in her hands. "And I love you." One last kiss, this one longer than the first couple. As she pulled away, I could see a softness in her ice blue eyes I had not seen thus far in our rekindled relationship. I just looked at her a moment.

"You really do love me, don't you??" I asked, slightly incredulous at the idea. I'd never taken Fran for being overly emotional, especially since she'd shown very little of any kind of a soft side during the several years we'd been playing together.

Fran kissed me again. "You're finally catching on."

"Slow learner, I guess. But then, the last three years or so really have not given me much to go on."

Fran looked at me. I wasn't sure if she were going to slap me, or she'd be more apologetic. "OK, my fault there. As I said, I wasn't sure how you'd react if I called you after so long." She kissed me again, taking my face in her hands. "We'll have to change that. I'm serious about not getting married again. But I don't want to lose you. You were always there to listen and give me some comfort back when I was here. I always appreciated that, even if I did have something of an edge."

I rolled onto my back, and she lay down on my chest, playing her finger in slow circles in the hair. "And I love laying in bed with you, even if you do make me a mess." She kissed the middle of my chest, where the hair is thickest. "And I can't wait to do this some cold night back home."

"I take it then you're heading back to Illinois??"

Fran sighed. "Yeah, I still have mom to tend to, and most of my family is there, so yeah. I just had to complete some things here that had been hanging out since Billy passed. I'll get that done today and tomorrow, then it's back north." She snugged into me close. "You have to come up." She turned her head to me. "That's an invitation. I'll let you know where." She looked over at the clock. "I gotta get moving. I told Billy's sister I'd be at her place by ten, it's already 8:30, and I still need a shower." Fran looked up at me, then kissed me. "Someone left me a mess this morning!!"

I laughed, then kissed Fran, and got her set up in the bathroom. I quickly did a perfunctory clean up, then went to make breakfast, not a sumptuous feast, but I can do eggs and sausage pretty well. I was ready to serve when Fran came out, looking a little surprised at the spread.

"You can cook??" she asked, incredulous.

"Yeah, enough not to starve. Have a seat. How do you want your eggs??"

"Unfertilized," said Fran, ever the smart ass.

"Too late for that," I teased. "If you have any that aren't expired, they're surely fertilized now. But seriously..."

Fran gave me a look. "Scrambled is fine." She watched as I mixed up a bowl and poured it into the pan on the stove. I do scrambled eggs well, just enough to not be runny, but not hard, something that impressed her as she dug in once I put her plate in front of her.

We finished up, and Fran helped me clear the table and get the cookware over to the sink. She was still wondering about my culinary abilities.

"That was a wonderful breakfast. If you can cook like that, how come you always came into the restaurant instead of making your own??"

"It's not always fun to eat alone, and I liked the atmosphere, even with the smart ass help." I leaned down and kissed Fran. "And I was banging one of the waitresses, this hot little blonde..." I kissed Fran again, just as she was sticking her tongue out at me, a moment that turned into a long tongue wrestling match that left us both out of breath. We pulled away from each other, Fran catching her breath.

"I gotta go, it's almost ten," she said. I helped her gather her stuff and walked her out to the car. We chatted a moment, I hoping to arrange another meeting before she had to start back for Illinois.

"See you later today??"

Fran thought a moment. "Maybe. I told Liz-Billy's sister-we'd have dinner before I left, so that's the plan as of now."

I didn't expect Fran to jump to an invitation; I knew she had things to accomplish, and our meeting had been completely unplanned. "When are you headed back??"

"Tomorrow, late morning, most likely. I'll need to wrap up some last minute things. Liz has some stuff for me to take back, so need to get that taken care of. I'll stop by before I go, though." She put her hands on mine in the car window.

"I'd like that," I said, leaning forward to kiss her. "I can have lunch here for you before you take off, too. You know I can cook!!"

"Hah. Maybe you can get a job at the restaurant," she teased.

"Nah. The little blonde quit. Won't be as much fun. Besides, who wants to work when retirement is so appealing??"

Fran laughed and patted my hands. "I'll see you tomorrow, old man!!"

I blew her a kiss as she backed away. She did come over the next day around 1130, and we had a couple of roast beef sandwiches and potato salad, which we enjoyed. After lunch, Fran took my hand and led me to the living room, getting me to sit on the sofa. She knelt in front of me.

"I want some dessert," she said, smiling, and undoing my shorts, pulling them down past my knees. A couple of strokes, and she had me up to full mast, my hard on bobbing in front of me. Fran licked her lips, then took the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around before pulling off. She smiled, then went back for another taste, this time taking about half of me in, going up and down, stopping with the head just inside her mouth, playing her tongue on the slit at the tip, the going back about half way again. She again pulled off, catching her breath and smiling, then back down, taking my full length this time, and holding, her face planted in the thick hair around my cock. It was exquisite. As she held my cock in her throat, she played with my balls, rolling them around in her small hand, as if savoring their heft. She pulled off me, again catching her breath.

"You sure are a mouthful," she said, getting her air back. "And I love how big your nuts are in my hand. No wonder you cum so much. I'm so sorry I let us stay apart for so long. I really miss this," she said, kissing the head of my dick. I reached to pull her t-shirt off, but she stopped me. "No, this is for you. Just my way of saying 'thanks' for taking me back after all this time, especially after I completely ghosted you. I was afraid you'd tell me to take a hike. I'm glad you didn't." She went back down, now moving steadily up and down on my cock, like she meant business. I knew I wasn't going to last long at this rate.

I stroked her hair as she blew me, and I was soon ready to blow my wad into her willing mouth. Fran sensed it, too-we'd been doing this long enough that we knew each other's responses pretty well-and slowed up. She pulled off me with a smack of her lips.

"All of it. I want all your cum. I want to feel it shooting in my mouth, I want to taste it all the way back to Illinois." She went down again, this time increasing the suction, and about a minute later, I gave her what we both wanted-a big load of hot, white sperm, that Fran swallowed eagerly. She's well aware that I'm a heavy cummer, and was ready, but still wasn't able to take all of my load without losing some, and it started to leak from the corners of her mouth about halfway through my orgasm. She pulled me away, letting me finish on her face, which was intensely erotic. When I stopped cumming, she took my cockhead and rubbed it in the cum that was on her cheeks, getting it all over her face, then took me back into her mouth, licking me clean. She gathered up some of the cum on her face, and licked her fingers, smacking them as she pulled them from her mouth.

We recovered what composure we had, and I helped her up onto the sofa. "So, then, I guess apologies will consist of oral sex??" I razzed her.

"Yeah," said Fran smiling. "And you're always wrong." She gave me a sly smile.

"But I won't ever be sorry!!"

We both laughed, and Fran said she had to get going, as she was going to try to get home that night. It was around 1230.

"When do you think you'll get there??"

Fran thought a moment. "It's just under 600 miles, so if I can keep up a steady 75 or so, and not kill too much time in gas and pee breaks, probably by about 930, maybe 1000. I've done it before."

We got up and I walked her out to the car. She said she needed to get some things in order with her mom, but she'd call me in about a week. "I want to have you up..."

"You always have me up," I cut her off.

"Smart ass!!"

"It's why you love me."

Fran's eyes softened. "Yeah, it is. Of all the people to come into that place, or work there, you're the only one who could hold his own with me." She took my hand. "But I'm serious. I want you to come up and see me. For real, no disappearing act this time." Her eyes seemed to be pleading with me, as if she were afraid I'd just vanish, as she had a few years back.

I smiled down at her. "I wouldn't miss it." I kissed her, then she was off.

As much as I wanted to revive the relationship we had, I was ambivalent about the future. After all, she'd already seriously ghosted me once. It was only by pure dumb luck we'd reconnected. Would Fran and I have some kind of future?? Was I setting us up for failure by taking on the 600 mile distance between our two homes?? Granted, I'm retired and have time, and I'm still in good enough physical condition for a long road trip. But I wondered if I was just trading one set of challenging circumstances for another, playing with a cheating wife, now single, but now a long way off. While absence may make the heart grow fonder, it also makes the eyes wander-not that we had any kind of solid commitment thus far. Time would tell.