Kathy Lets Herself Go

Kathy studied her reflection in the hall mirror and fussed over her greying hair that had its blonde highlights and was very much in keeping with modern styles for women of her age. A sleeveless summer dress, patterned and its skirt swirly, flattered a trim figure and shaped her slender body.

Like many other women out there, there were a variety of reasons why she had made a fuss of her appearance, the primary one being to look good for a man that she was fond of and not as close to as she had once been.

That man, younger than she was by some twenty years was her ex-son-in-law, Paul Saxton who had once been married to her daughter Rebecca, or Becky as everyone was told to call her. He had been a good catch for her, a young and successful internet entrepreneur who was always sharply dressed in a suit and had a confident look about him that did not border, or stray, into arrogance.

Whenever she met him and they were in company she thought him a 'good catch' for her straying thoughts. He sure was well-made, square jawed, toned and lean, for a guy of thirty and standing just on six foot tall to her five foot six, or so, in her flats. She knew all of this from a holiday the four of them had taken to Bermuda, and when Becky had only recently married him.

That he worked so hard for the wealth he had so quickly accumulated was indisputable. That it had, somehow, caused strains in Becky's marriage to him was no longer in doubt. But there was a kid in the mix now and she and her husband, Tom, were often called upon to mind Alex, when Becky left him with them and before Paul came to collect him as he was supposed to be doing in a few moments from now.

"Don't keep me waiting, will you?" she murmured on glancing at her watch that had slid from view over her slender wrist. The surprising sound of his car on the driveway persuaded her to look through the glass set into the narrow panel to one side of the front door. "I want to see you, for sure, but this is early!"

She felt a thrill course through her body as she met his gaze, Paul shutting the door of his Audi estate car. What passed for a child's seat was strapped behind the driver.

"Hi, I decided to call it a day at work!" he said brightly and tugging on his shirt collar so that it fitted properly under his suit's jacket. The sky blue, summery, colours made him look so darned attractive and left her wondering, not for the first time, how Becky no longer had time for him and a place in her life.

The man before her had remained loyal, in spite of hat had been happening in Becky's life and the job that she did that put a strain on the two of them, and Alex seeming to bounce from one 'home' to another.

She submitted to a kiss on each cheek and a moment's eye contact, one hand gripping his arm as if intending to prolong the moment. It happened infrequently, Tom usually present and such a sign of affection frowned upon by her husband and not encouraged after what had happened.

"Oh Paul, I wasn't expecting you this early. Tom has only just taken Alex into town. It's likely to be a good hour or two before he gets back."

Alex was Paul's young son and after his recent marriage breakup with their daughter, they now shared responsibility for him, with Paul having him at weekends. The three-year-old must wonder what was happening in his young life, the to-and-fro and his mom and dad not in the same house. To settle their acrimonious split, Paul and signed away the family home and had struggled for a while to live somewhere. He'd even lodged in an ADU in a friend's back yard, comfortable but cramped, until he had made his way again and bought a small place close to the beach but safe enough from high water levels and the occasional wrecking hurricane.

"Go through a divorce and you're ready for anything," he had joked in his only too easy-going ways when it came to personal matters. But the man standing close beside her was different when it came to business.

Paul nodded in acceptance of what had been said.

"That's okay. I wasn't expecting to finish so early and thought, rather than go all the way home and then to make the return journey later, I'd take the chance and call on you early. It's not a problem. I don't mind waiting, assuming that's okay with you?"

"Yes, that's fine. I was just about to make a coffee. Would you like one or a cool drink?"

He thought about it.

"I'll go for a cold drink... chill the coffee and milk with some ice, if that's okay? I haven't stopped for one all day," he replied on shrugging off his suit jacket, making sure his iPhone was on the counter before him. He relaxed and gazed at his ex's mother as she poured out their drinks. She had decided to have an iced coffee with him.

"This makes a change," she smiled. "You're usually in a rush and we have no time to talk..."

"And I often think that I don't say 'thanks for what you do', enough ."

"I know it helps, Paul."

As Kathy, his former mother-in-law, turned towards the work counter Paul's eyes followed, checking out her figure, flattered so alluringly by her swirly dress. It hugged her figure where he liked to see it most and to his eyes she looked good, very good, and that came as no surprise to him.

They lived on the same wavelength, some might say, exercising and watching what they ate in an unfussy way.

She kept herself in good shape with regular visits to the local gym and for as long as Paul had known her, she was the kind of woman who always took care to dress well and today, like every other day, was no exception right down to the flawless makeup on her slender-nosed face and her silken hair parted in the middle, but engagingly ragged and swirling to each side and not obscuring his sight of her gold button earrings.

He knew what lay under her dress, Kathy's slender legs, trim waist and the generous swell of her breasts that had filled the skimpy bikini she had been seen wearing on that first holiday they had all been on together after he had been married to her daughter for a year or so and before his boy had been born. She had looked wonderful in a one-piece swimming costume, the cut sexy and it, and her ways with him, even then, setting pattern that left him wondering about her and how different she was from his temperamental wife, Becky.

She took after her father, Tom, and with whom he did not get along and certainly not after the divorce. And he was not of a mind to break all contact with Kathy; far from it.

And she, it now seemed, was of a like mind. Kathy smiled as their coffees, along with a small tub of ice cubes and bowl of demerara sugar were pushed towards him over the countertop. "Help yourself, please."

She stood with one hand in the pocket of her dress as the other held her coffee cup and she turned slightly towards him as she sipped. Her glance remained steady, provocative even.

Paul smiled as he met her gaze. Images of her in a flattering and revealing bikini swirled before his eyes; the figure of an attractive woman just showing the signs of the years creeping up on her; the soft roll at her hips and sag of her tummy. All of that had been on view as she sat under a parasol with a glaringly white stretch of beach behind her, a cocktail glass in Kathy's slender-fingered hand. She had cast off a white cotton blouse, one she had bought on impulse and not the one he had seen her looking at and with the letters in red, MILF, embroidered over one breast.

Now, his eyes moved deliberately and provocatively, as he gazed at her figure shaped so wonderfully by her dress, each rounded contour flattered by the cotton fabric. He found her beautiful; there was no need for a revealing neckline or a glimpse of cleavage. Kathy had not expected him to be early, so the display was not for him, but even so she may have changed out of more practical clothes when having to look after his infant son.

He knew only too well what was covered under her flattering dress; after times spent on the beach, or by the side of the pool at their holiday villa, when his marriage was not yet showing the strains that were to follow. But even then, there had developed a closeness that he had been unable to explain, but those times together had left enticing memories that now stirred him once more.

"Shall I make another?" she asked, undeterred by his gaze upon her. If anything, she encouraged him by smiling when she caught his admiring glances. "It was a good idea of yours, for me to make iced coffee..."

"We drank a few on the holiday in Bermuda, remember?"

"Yes, you're right. I remember now..."

Her gaze upon him suggested some surprise that he should have remembered, even that he gave that some importance.

She returned to the worktop, waiting for the kettle to boil, her back turned towards him. Her words of moments before that Tom, her husband, would be out for a good hour, ran through his mind. He found himself thinking back to what had happened on that holiday. There had been moments of pleasurable friction in the pool, a moment's embrace that had been only too brief and unexpected.

Kathy's steps towards the fridge, to grab more ice, did not interrupt his train of thoughts. He had taken to wondering about Kathy's relationship with her daughter; whether she had known, already and at the time, that things weren't going so well between him and Becky.

Perhaps him succumbing to moments of fondling and embrace upon her had not been a surprise save that he had chosen her, to behave in that way, and not someone else in their circle of friends.

It had been wrong of course, an illicit encounter with his mother-in-law, but at the time, the wrongful nature, for both of them, had served only to intensify the sexual excitement. Now, a year or so and a divorce later, he was alone with her in the kitchen, growing aroused simply from looking her up and down, it was easy to begin to wonder, if like him she too thought of the craziness of those moments in the pool and with Tom and Becky not so far away, sunbathing.

When Kathy came back to the breakfast bar and where he was seated, she saw him gazing at his iPhone's screen.

"I thought you said work was finished for the day?" She was curious and not annoyed with him for doing that.

"It is over, but I'd like you to look at these. I've kept them."

The screen was shown to her, but he did not slide the phone over the worktop. Instead. She felt compelled to step closer, to stand by his side as Paul sat on the bar stool and peered down at what the screen now displayed.

There she was, in a skimpy bikini that was like a second skin; or she was seen with a stretch of the beach, palm trees, and a blue sky behind her and wearing a favourite one piece, her breasts in triangular cups, the strand of her halter neck seeming to take the strain of what she brought to his sight, the sheer cut covering her mound and drawing the eye to that and her long legs and smooth thighs. The fabric was so tight her belly button was clearly shown on the soft swell of her tummy.

"I remember you taking them... of us being there, like that," she murmured, dismayed to see herself portrayed and still kept on his phone, Becky could have seen them and wondered about the reasons for him doing that. She had put a hand on his shoulder. "They... they were special moments, Paul."

"They were and it's not as before, now, is it? I can say and o as I feel as we have a few moments to ourselves."

"I didn't plan it!"

"I know, but I'm sure glad we have some time to talk and be together."

He too now offered to embrace her and did so, an arm going around her waist and Kathy turning, instinctively, to allow his claims to be made upon her.

"No, it's become..."

She was silenced as Paul pulled her to him, coaxed her to stand between his parted legs as he remained seated on the bar stool. He kissed her, slowly pressed his mouth to the edge of her lips before she moved to allow a full kiss to her parted lips before she tore her mouth away.

"This is crazy... what we're doing!" She looked with pleading eyes at him. This could not continue, wild as her feelings had so suddenly become.

"It's... it's only a kiss," he murmured in reply, "although after the last time, in the warm sea, it was something that you learned of me as Becky made her plans. I didn't know how special those moments were, until Becky, and I split. She has a cold edge to her feelings, and you don't. Can we deal with what's happening between us now?"

"I'm... I'm not sure what that is," she stammered helplessly.

"I'm telling you what I feel about being with you and you may be in the same place, Kathy. I've not been blind to how it can sometimes be between you and Tom. I saw it on that holiday and sensed that you were in a difficult place. We both were although that was creeping up on me... where it concerned Becky."

She nodded furiously and, when he leaned in, she kissed him back, hungrily and lingeringly, as he touched her; moved his hands over her belly and rhythmically caressed and touched.

"I need this... you're a link to all that happened before, and I could not show you. Now, I need comfort of a very different kind." She broke free of his embrace upon her but was unsure where to go in the time they had to be alone and undisturbed.

A jumble of words expressed her confusion as Kathy now ran from him without a backward glance, but she was unsure where to go and make real the claims that he now had upon her thoughts. Life was becoming more difficult with Tom, and she needed a distraction form that, to know of moments with a younger man who made no secret of his longing for her.

Paul detained her and held Kathy to him, his hands unashamedly, and without her taking hold of them or to push them away, stroking over her dress front before cupping her breasts and squeezing.

"This... this is so sudden and crazy!"

"You've known how I've felt about you and I can't stop looking at... you, the beautiful woman who dresses so well and makes the most of whom she is."

"Unappreciated... except... except by you!" she blurted out, reaching up to hold his head as his lips pressed against her throat.

Shivers of longing coursed through her body, and she gasped as Paul's hand now cupped her mound that had been seen in the photos on his phone, covered in the slip of a bikini and little more than a thong, or the sheer cut of a one-piece bathing suit.

His flirtatious looks upon her that were then followed by a moment's touch... a caress... were now being made ragingly real but the trill of her iPhone interrupted them; stopped the prolonged; touches that she was unprepared for and that she now felt could be so easily surrendered to.

But now, and alone with him and with the risk that Tom will soon be home again? The risk of discovery, whatever the end up sharing, is too great to take. And then...

And then her iPhone bleats and she breaks free of Paul's hold upon her, but he remains close... distracts her for an instant as he kneels and pushes the skirt of her dress up and over her trembling thighs. He cannot be seen as she answers the call and is disconcerted to see that it's Tom.

Kathy flicks at her hair and composes herself before she answers. "Hi, Tom... I guess that you're on your way home?"

"Hi," his deep voice booms, "we're going to be delayed... an hour or so as there's a street fair going on that Alex wants to see... the costumes and the noise, the bands and so on."

"Good, that will be nice."

"We'll be back in time for when Paul gets there."

She kept from laughing on hearing that, also from reaction what Paul had so impetuously set out to do. She kept her phone's camera turned off.

"Okay, we'll be here, waiting. Bye!" Her iPhone skidded over the worktop, and she now surrendered to the crazy claims that Paul made upon her. "It's just us two, for as long as it takes!"

Paul had tugged her panties down her trembling thighs as she had been speaking. She clutches the swirl of her dress around her waist in one hand as the other tugs on his hair as he is considerate and tender with her. Paul is slow and deeply attentive, as his fingers and tongue find her, as they enter her slowly and linger, his kisses to her thighs purposeful.

He feels Kathy's fulsome body tense in waves of pleasure as he stimulates her warm soft haven, as he breathes in her musky scent of her moisture. For him it will become sex of the loveliest, considerate and sharing kind and with a woman who has beguiled him.

"I'm ready for you, Paul... my lover,2 she whispers, dismay to be heard yet her clamping hands making him move up in preparation to enter her. His tongue and fingers; the kisses to her thighs and belly; to her soft places, they have all aroused her; inflamed a sense of uncommon longing in them for each other.

"I've... I've brought nothing with me... no rubbers," he says, gazing down into her eyes and bending to meet her sought after kisses.

She tugs on his belt, loosens his pants and pushes them down; feels the clamp of Kathy's hands on his buttocks as she coaxes him to enter. She feels his trembling flesh so firm against her spot, the heat of his breaths and the wondering gaze of his eyes upon her still partially clothed body. She feels no shame and neither does he.

"No, Paul... it's fine. I'll deal with it. You can have me like this," she kisses, each more urgent and demanding than the one before. She wanted him, to know of him, to take all of him in her and to have no cares. The edge of the kitchen table digs into her buttocks before she's lifted onto it.

He pushes against her, standing between her thighs, coaxing her until Kathy wraps them around his waist. "I've wondered about this... how I've wondered, Kathy."

Aberrant longings for the woman are now to become a heated and fleshy reality. The hoped-for clamp of Kathy's thighs around his body are soon claiming him as he slowly enters her in deepening, sinuous movements of his hips and the glide of his penis becoming deeper, the press of their skin against each other accompanied by the slow exchange of kisses and heated breaths. No words are needed, just the encouraging and aching urgency that will bring the tumult and rush of release.

"Please be gentle with me, Paul!" she exclaims, even as her movements under him excite a tempestuous rut, the claims of her young lover soon breaching every defence she had once deployed to keep this from happening between them. But she is in another place and time now.

"I'll try... oh, how I'll try... but... you can feel the effect that you have on me!"

He looks down into her eyes and kisses Kathy slowly even as his tamping of her continues unabated, as he squirms under the caress and clamp of her hands upon his body that persuade him to make love to her softly and slowly. It's wonderful, and he finds her ways preferable to the frenetic and often outlandish claims that Becky once made upon him.

Kathy grabs at his hair and has Paul look at her.

"We make love... we don't just fuck," she tells him certainly, using a word that he has never heard her say. "Now, bring it all to me... I know that you are ready to do that, Paul... go on!"

She thought that the last few minutes would have made her ready to accept him, but it took Paul several moments of probing and easing away before she could take all of him, each thrust and caress of his penis arousing soft moans and groans of pleasure, and dismay, that she had been pursued and was now being claimed.

His breaths were warm on her skin as Paul pressed his lips to her throat and breathed in her scent. She had been lifted against him before wrapping her legs around him, trying to guide his penis deeper into her body and clamping on it. He had such control, and if she sought to deny that she wanted him she was failing to do so. He was claiming her in both mind and body. She, the wife of a businessman and with an impeachable reputation; she the mother of a daughter who had left this attractive and successful man was now out of her comfort zone and claiming him for herself.

She clings feverishly to him; clamps her hands to Paul's back and hips and kisses lovingly for broken instants. She knows that her lover is tormented by what she does for him, managing to clamp and tug on his penis as she sits awkwardly on the edge of the table and he drives in and out, her hands gripping his neck as she struggles to keep her balance and still work him.

"Pual!" she gasps as her climax approaches, and she wants to surrender; to submit to the drugging waves of release.

"You darling woman! I'm there too!"

"Oh yes, my lover... just come... do that inside me now," she calls out, Paul's driving hips crashing against her buttocks as his thrusts have her feeling that she will be lifted off the table. "Paul!"

She is dismayed by his strength and ardour as he lifts her and Paul bears her weight as he climaxes in time with her shudders of release.

"How you've done it for me, at last!"

"And I... I didn't think you would find me!' she screams reply, fiercely wrapping and caressing his body with her legs; her arms about his neck as they shudder in their climax, as they exchange faltering kisses of acknowledgment of all that has been so quickly and purposefully discovered.

"And I hope that I'll be with you... with you again and we have so much more time."

Kathy shudders as he slowly withdraws from her and she moves quickly, slips off the edge of the table to grab some kitchen tissues and to recover her panties. The skirt of her dress falls over her exposed thighs and she stands close, her touch detaining him. He has gotten dressed as quickly as she has done so.

"Thank you, Paul. Thank you for loving with me," she asserts and with apparent vulnerability in her voice. "Life is even more complicated now... than before. We gave in to what we did the first time... on that holiday."

"It's been better than that, and we help each other through the problems we face. That's how I see it," he answers, gazing intently into her stilled eyes as Kathy comes to terms with what they have just done.

He sweeps his fingertips lightly from her throat, then down over the front of her dress, over the swell of her breasts and hard nipples. She grips his hand that presses against her sex, but she does not stop him.

"I've done what I thought I should never do but wanted to happen."

Kathy looks down and nods to confirm the confession that she has given voice to. She slowly presses her fingers to touch where he has claimed her and she has sought him to be. Her body aches from the uncommon pursuit of sharing a loving act and with a young lover who's in thrall to her.

"Is it crazy to think that I can count on you to be with me, when I need that? There's something about you that settles me. You haven't asked questions... you've just met a need in me."

"I've been a comfort to you?' he asks.

"That too, yes, and I have really let go of the woman that I thought I was."

An impulse tryst had become so much more to her now.

It had become the search for companionship like no other that she had known, and that he had only dreamt of in times gone by but had lain under the surface for so long as her troubles with Tom persisted. It explained, did not excuse, her infidelity.

Her feelings for Paul, first aroused on that holiday in Bermuda, had not been blotted out in her life with Tom since that time, but they had been thought too incredible to ever pursue, let alone consummate in the way that they had now done, somewhat uncomfortably, in her kitchen and with the risk of discovery never far from their minds.

Their relationship would be tested, now, and as never before.

♥