Renewal & Learning How It Can Go

RENEWAL AND LEARNING HOW IT CAN GO

The two families, the Coopers from England and the Smits from Holland, were sporty, loved the outdoors, and they had met when the two heads of the family worked for the EU Commission in Brussels. They had each moved on from their roles there, but they had kept in touch through Facebook and WhatsApp, or by speaking on their iPhones where they could see each other.

It was all very 'tecky' and modern, but those ways did not compare to seeing each other over a meal or trekking and cycling. They were all exercise nuts, parents and children alike.

During the summer of last year the Coopers had travelled to Holland and they had all lodged in adjacent cabins, set in the dunes on the island of Texel and it was there, on the night before they would depart for home that Josh, the Cooper's only son, they had a daughter three years younger, said the he had enrolled on a week's course in Environmental and Water Management at Delft University. It was to be held in the summer vac and would be a part of his preparations for his final year at university.

"Then you must come and stay with us," Fenna Smits had said, her wondering smile on him convincing Josh that the cost of where to stay had just been settled. "You can cycle there and back in about a quarter of an hour and Bram will have a road bike that he can lend you."

If Bram agreed, with what Fenna had suggested, he had failed to say, but any irritation was soon forgotten. And so, in late June of the following summer Josh arrived with all that he needed stowed in a travel bag and his laptop in a lightweight backpack.

His adventure as a foreign student, even if it was for a week only, was just beginning.

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He'd settled in quickly after his flight and the journey to Bram's and Fenna's place. Bram had ridden along and shown him the shortest cycle route to the university building where he would be spending most of his days, the exception being one free afternoon to lessen the intensity of the course, the only breaks in a day, from eight until four, being for coffee and lunch.

"Use that road bike while you're here," Bram offered and Josh wasn't going to refuse, although Bram held out two security chains and locks. "Always secure it. The bike may be old, but I still use it... call it a favourite of mine."

Now, and with the day's heat past its worst, he and Fenna had decided to show him the surrounding countryside, and they were to do that by going on a bike ride, two of their kids stowed in a carriage hooked to Bram's unremarkable utility bike while he was ready to put the road bike through its paces.

He hadn't been fully prepared to see Fenna shaped so wonderfully in her cycling gear, a sleeveless and high-collared cycling vest in orange worn with black shorts the hems gripping her thighs and with reinforcement, or a patch, at the apex of her legs.

The couple had everything organised, but it soon became clear to Owen that there was an underlying strain between them, Bram hoping to ride with him and put some wasting effort into their ride while Fenna was expected to ride behind them with the children. Instead, the buggy with the twins, Riaan and Dyrk was towed behind the bicycle Bram was to use, and with Lisbeth, a flaxen-haired youngster riding on a seat fixed to the handlebars and on struts over the front wheel.

"Go on," Bram had grumbled in irritation, what he said not lost on him as he heard his name mentioned and assuming he would have Fenna for company, and she soon translating what she had been told, "your turn to have them will come next time"

"I'll have them 'as usual,' is what he's really saying..." Fenna muttered in exasperation and under her breath, in accented English and for his benefit, her hands busy as she settled her helmet over her plaited hair that hung down her back. She stood astride her bicycle as she did so and met Josh's look upon her. "Come on, we're ready!"

"I'm ready, Fenna, so we ride together?"

"Yes, now let's go. We've agreed the route and Bram will catch us up. We're going!"

Her call to Bram was to distract Josh from continuing to gaze at her, Josh yet to put on his wrap-around cycling glasses that he'd had the sense to bring along.

He'd been captivated by the look of her from the moment that he arrived and now he couldn't keep from wondering what effect the saddle had as she moved over it and whether she was perfectly smooth down there. Her cycling shorts and short-sleeved vest are like a second skin; her legs are strong but slender, Fenna's arms toned, and he's seen how her biceps flexed whenever she had to grip the handlebars a little tighter as the cycle way climbed a tree shaded incline in the dunes before it emerged into the sunlight once more.

"Race you!" she called out on a surprisingly happy laugh, and she was away in no time, her legs pumping the pedals and he struggling to catch up, but he did so, finally, and somewhat out of breath. He had watched her, fascinated on seeing Fenna's plaited hair streaming out behind her.

"We'd better wait here," she told him after a few moments riding together and with Bram some way behind, her eyes meeting his look upon her before she glanced down the track through the dunes and saw Bram gamefully closing the gap. "How's it working out for you, anyway, Josh? I think that you like these few moments that we can have together."

"Yeah, I do, and it's working out pretty well, I think. I'm settling in and it's a whole lot better than being in student rooms for the time I'm here, Fenna."

"That's what I think too." She found his hesitancy, in answering her, endearing; his hesitancy at odds with his overt glances at her and what she was wearing for the cycle ride. While she had the chance, Fenna reached out and brushed her fingertips over the back of his hand, glancing at it as if looking for something and she the spoke in a distracted voice. "You staying with us is a break from the routines we live by... especially for me."

She was diverted by the sight of him in his cycling gear and knew, right away, that he would be a wonderful distraction from what was playing out in her life with Bram. She would be willing to sleep with him if she didn't discover some idiosyncratic twist in his character. She couldn't readily explain it, but she found him handsome enough with his lean face and strong body, the fit of his cycling shorts and short sleeved vest as revealing as her cycling gear, shaping him more like, and she able to see just how he was made.

She felt a little giddy at the prospect, suddenly possessed by these thoughts as they waited for Bram to draw near and they decided to have a drink, their bikes leaning against the trunk of a pine tree and the shade welcome.

"Maybe I should take over from him," Josh suggested, in a low voice.

"No, this is how we arrange things. Just you stay with me, Josh, as we ride through the dunes. I have times enough with him and the kids."

Josh wondered if he was reading the signs all wrong; whether it was wishful thinking on his part that the woman beside him, standing astride her off-road bike, was flirting, even suggesting that she might accept his advances; in short, that she wanted to get laid, and by hy him, and if the chance arose.

Jeez, he loved the sight of her toned legs, how the synthetic fabric of her shorts gripped and shaped them; the curve of her mound too much and arousing a riot of lustful thoughts, his mother's friend now just a desirable woman to his sight. Whereas he was deeply tanned, Fenna's skin had the rosy glow of good health, a glow deepened by the effort they put in to cycle quickly or as a result of the energy needed to follow the track as it rose and fell through the forested dunes.

"He'll keep up, so don't worry about Bram..."

She had seen him glancing back over his shoulder from time to time. "It's not so easy with the kids to pull along."

"What he does now is what I do at other times. Now, come on... let's work a bit harder."

The remainder of the cycle ride, in her company, would be a torment that he would have to endure; each moment in the family's home to be spent with her being near and provoking him to wonder whether what he felt would remain unsatisfied.

The girls at university had not, and did not, arouse the nagging sensations in his groin as the sight of Fenna had provoked in him and she knew it.

♥

Josh let himself into the quiet house. He'd decided to spend his free afternoon with her if Fenna was at home and the kids still at school. After four days with the Smits family he knew the day's routine well enough by now.

He smiled as he caught sight of her, seated on a bar stool at the breakfast bar set at the centre of the kitchen.

"I decided to come back here," he said on a shrug of the shoulders and looking around to see where he could put his laptop bag. He dropped it onto the cushioned seat of a rattan chair set in one sunny corner of the room. "I hope that I'm not disturbing you in your work?" He had seen her looking intently at her laptop's screen, but Fenna now logged off and turned on her seat to look at him.

He suppressed a groan. There was so much to admire.

"You shouldn't stare... you should not look at me like that, Josh, or I'll think about what that means," she said on a tilt of her head and with a teasing smile on her lips. Her neatly rounded fingernails were varnished a deep maroon to match the colour of her figure-hugging T-shirt, the sleeves pulled up onto her slender forearms. Fenna's dangly earrings, with a coloured centre that matched her cotton T-shirt, swung as she did that. "Well, what have you got to say?"

"Well, I've been caught out admiring you, Fenna... properly rumbled." He knew his way with girls, but Fenna was someone quite out of that world of experience and she probably knew that, given his unsubtle gazes at her whenever he had the chance, the others in her family around or not.

She slipped off the bar stool and stepped closer.

"Explain, I do not know that phrase, 'properly rumbled.'"

Oh Jeez, he sighed. He'd fancied her for some time and had depraved moments of thinking about her when they had gone for that cycle ride in the dunes and her three kids seated in the specially designed buggy behind Bram's bike and a seat on the handlebars in front of him.

He'd had crazy and desiring thoughts about a forty-fiveish old woman with her wonderful smile, when she did that, and a slender figure that was toned by the exercise that she did, those strong thighs now covered in slacks and not the clingy cycling shorts she'd been seen wearing when they had all gone out cycling in the dunes, a few days ago and after he had arrived earlier in the morning. It had been a short, only one hour, flight from the airport close to his home on the south coast, Brighton way.

He shrugged again, wondering what to say, next, that might get him out of the situation he'd talked himself into. "I got caught, giving you the eye. That's another expression we use back home, Fenna."

"Yeah, I guessed as much, and it's used by young men like you, Josh." She gazed into his eyes and touched his chin so that he had to meet and hold that teasing, enquiring, look. "Don't be embarrassed, Josh. I'm flattered and I'm now wondering what you think we should do about it."

He loved the sound of her voice, the effect of her Dutch accent on him, along with Fenna's touch and her scent. It made him feel slightly giddy, out of longing and nervousness of what he might be getting into.

"Do... do about it?"

Even when he heard Fenna and her husband Bram talking in Dutch, he could not mistake an edge to their voices, their three kids sometimes running riot and difficult to control, despite every effort Fenna made to tire them out.

"Yes, Josh... do about it. You've gone and made me feel the way that I think you feel. And there is this..." He gasped as her hand slid from his chest and down to his crotch, his erection straining against the fabric of his jeans. "It is better that we are honest about this moment, don't you think so, Josh?"

"Well, I... I..." he began, but her clamp on his erection provoked him to lean in and kiss her; to do so in ways that were far removed from the chaste touch of lips to a cheek that was the accepted ways of greeting someone you knew.

"Speak up, Josh," she finally managed to say as she tore her mouth from his lips and the swirl of his tongue. "Say it, you want to fuck me, isn't that so?"

He couldn't help but laugh in dismay on hearing that. "I wouldn't have put it in quite that way, but... but yes I want that."

"There, that wasn't so difficult to say, was it?" She smiled coyly. "I'll confess to it; I want you to fuck me... and take my mind off everything but that and what you may do for me. We have time to be together. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah," he replied in some disbelief. "Yes, I do understand, no mistake."

He was trying to process just what she was saying when Fenna unashamedly pressed her lips against his mouth. The sweet flowery scent of her perfume overwhelmed his senses as she continued to kiss him insistently, a palpable sense of hunger for him, for sex, so certainly to be pursued and with him, now.

His instincts overwhelmed him as his arms slipped around Fenna's waist, pulling her tighter against him. One hand cupped her ass, pulling her hips to him so that she could feel the hard swell of his cock press against her tummy.

"Do what your eyes have been telling me that you want to do to me," she said, rising against him before her mouth crashed against his lips once more, a soft moan escaping her as she felt his hands grip her bum so that she could feel how hard he was and as Josh moved slowly against her.

Her tongue wormed its way inside of his mouth. It felt full of warmth and desire. Their mouths battled with each other, each desperate to gain some control over the moment. His caresses became braver, more certain as he sought to claim an older woman's body and take her as his lover.

His action became braver, one tugging loose the button fastening of her slacks before he stroked her hips then cupped her buttocks, so toned from all the cycling that she did. He now touched what had been seen of her on that bike ride in the dunes.

"Yes, do that," she moaned against his lips as he stroked her skin, slipped his fingers down between her butt cheeks and stroked what he could of her pussy's lips, the sounds of their gasps for breath muffled by their swirling tongues. She shivered and was thrilled to feel her breasts pushing against his chest. "I'm... I'm so glad you know what to do!"

"But not with a woman like you."

Their bodies separated briefly, and he took the chance to slide his hands over her body, to clamp on one of her breasts over her clothing, Fenna's long-sleeved T-shirt like a second skin, shaping their fullness and supporting them, her nipples just to be seen poking against the fabric.

Her slender-fingered hands held his head as he leaned in to claim them, and as one hand squeezed on what was shaped so wonderfully and for him to see and claim.

"Do me with what I can feel!" His penis was straining and begging to be freed and Fenna moaned softly as his claims on her breasts were in time with the brush of Josh's fingers to her skin as he attempted to unbutton her slacks.

The rush of excitement that she would be his to claim made him fumble and she cooed encouraging words.

"Take your time... I'm loving the feel of your hands on me, Josh. You know what to do... so it makes this so much better. We can share!"

"I've had my girlfriends at university, but no one's as beautiful and as desirable as you," he confessed.

She had to take control of what was happening between them but, at the same time, she also wanted to let herself go and to be possessed and taken out of the ordered life that she lived and that was exhausting her, Bram's unpredictable moods not helping her at all. She wanted to forget, or to be distracted, and what better way than to be fucked by a young and horny man who was in the house with her; a young guy she thought she knew and yet had surprised her with his interest; a young man who would soon be gone again and her life would then tumble back to how it had been before.

"Then live for the moment!"

In a few seconds she stripped off her T-shirt and bra, another few seconds freed her of her slacks as well. In mere moments she went from his mother's friend, fully clothed, to a naked goddess standing in front of him with nothing but her modesty and a tiny pair of black lace panties, neither of which deterred him or covered much of what he now gazed at and caressed.

"You have so much for me," she groaned in dismay on seeing his penis arc out from his body. She held it before dropping to her knees and on a soft moan of approval began sliding one hand up and down his shaft, swirling her tongue tip over the domed hood before she sank onto it, her lips slicking its sides until they closed around it and she sucked.

"You are bigger than Bram... thick too," she went on as her claims stopped and Fenna gazed up at him. She'd blown him, or had begun to, but now she met his approving look as Josh gazed down into her upturned face and the swell of her breasts before he leaned forward to kiss her.

"I want you as I've never wanted anyone before," he said, his hands cupping her breasts before they squeezed on them and she was coaxed to stand up.

She was dismayed by his sudden confidence and the urgency to be felt in his hands as the pushed on her legs to coax her to part them some more as he knelt between them, her strokes on his penis and gentle tugs not deterring him from doing things as he wanted. He leaned in and slowly slicked his tongue over the full length of her slit, tasting her, before he probed into her moist heat, Fenna's fingers parting her lips before she pulled on his hair to make him take her with his mouth, then fingers.

"Slow down... we're alone for some time!"

"I wish I could slow down, but you taste and feel so good," he mumbled in reply.

As impatient as he undoubtedly was, Fena pulled him onto the bed in his cramped room.

He felt her squirm underneath him as he slowly entered, his penis slowly penetrating deeper. Instincts took over and Josh started to fuck Fenna a little unsure and hesitant, but her ways with him soon seduced the right motions and with it came his growing confidence. He held her legs in the crooks of his arms, Fenna submitting to being taken in the missionary position as the easiest way to pursue things between them, and that she had willingly surrendered to.

His hips slammed against her taut butt cheeks on every thrust and the soft squishy noises of her wet pussy were drowned out by the slapping sounds of their bodies as they fucked, the sound soon becoming indistinguishable from the sound of Fenna moaning and his loud groans of effort.

"Steady... go steady, please!" he called out as Fenna's movements and the clamp of her pussy's muscles sent jolts through his body and had him feeling that she would rip his penis off him. The pressure in his prick and nuts became unbearable; he wanted to cum and submit to the harsh rushes of his release.

"I want this from you... want it so badly, now. You know how to please me, Josh!"

It wasn't long before her moans reached a high pitch and her pussy was squeezing his penis as the muscles seemed to be going crazy, wanting to tug or jerk, to clamp and hold him in her for an instant before they both moved, Josh withdrawing until only the domed tip was at her pussy's entrance before she drove back in.

They fucked in an erratic way, no rhythm, both wanting something from the other... submission to their control over what was happening so tempestuously.

She giggled. "You're doing this as if you're trying to get somewhere. I think I had better help you out, Josh before... before you exhaust me."

He kept dipping his hips and thrusting into her, Fenna's demanding ways encouraging him to penetrate deep inside her. He moved easily now, in and out of her cunt, and felt the urgent pressure of her muscles on his penis as he pumped slowly in and out as she encouraged him to do.

"Darling... darling," she moaned in pleasure before her body shuddered. She refused his kisses, tore her mouth away from his as Josh maintained his tamping rhythm and pleasure radiated through her body like a bubbling and flaring furnace. "That felt so good... so good."

"What happened?" he asked, her movements and halting breaths seeming to be controlled.

"You made me cum... I had an orgasm," she laughed, arching her back and to encourage him to keep moving. "Go on, bring us both to the end of this!"

She now kissed him hungrily, her mouth wide open as she breathed heavily and whispered commands for him to fuck her harder, deeper, and faster. Though he would have loved to obey all of her demands and respond to the claims that she made on him, the pressure in his balls and penis was impossible for him to control.

"Fenna!" he yelled, her wild and demanding movements underneath him now tipping him over the edge. He rushed towards an orgasm, tensed his abdominal muscles but yelled her name again as his penis leapt. He erupted and the pressure in his abdomen found relief as his expelled spurts of semen in time with the convulsions of their bodies.

"Yes... yes! You've brought me there again!" she screeched, her body convulsing and Fenna's arms and legs gripping his shuddering body as they shared in the longest and most intense orgasm that he had ever had.

She kept moving in her demanding and pleasing ways, but he had nothing left, only the raging pleasure that overwhelmed him. An older and experienced woman had brought him so much; had taught him so much and had shared in so much.

"I needed these moments with you," Fenna said, finally, her embrace on him loosening and her gentle grip on his body coaxing him to ease out of her.

"That was awesome," Josh whispered in reply and gloried in her naked body as he lay down beside her, resting his head on one hand as he gazed down at her before he chose to kiss Fenna in gratitude and out of pleasure.

Her responding kiss was one of gratitude and no longer one of passion. The shared deed, their coupling after days of flirting and suggestive talk, had reached what he now realised was its planned conclusion.

He had ridden the bike that Bram agreed to let him use and now he had ridden, to a wasting conclusion to his week-long stay, his lustful wife, Fenna. He knew that he should feel guilty for his deceitful actions and that he had shown himself capable of, but Fenna now told him not to worry so much.

She and Bram had their problems, and she had needed moments of wasting distraction that he had, to her surprise and intense pleasure, provided.

"We had sex. I'm not looking for an affair, with anyone, just so that you know."

The look of her wonderful eyes, the touch of her hand to his cheek that he took to be a display of consolation for what he was feeling when she told him that, came at the end of his stay with them.

His trip home would not be delayed a moment longer than necessary. He had learned a lesson of how it could go between two people; caring and passionate in the heat of the moment, skin on skin, but at the end you were left with only the memories.

Josh wondered how they would deal with the memories of what had happened when, and if, they met again.

♥