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“I should have brought along a second suitcase. It looks like there’s so much to buy. And I have to take my three daughters something, also my son-in-law, and, of course, my grandbaby.”

“I think there’s a baby store down the way there.”

“You mind if I take a quick look to get some ideas?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

The shop sold baby clothes, furniture and toys. Maggie didn’t know what to pick for Emily. If her granddaughter was anything like her own three girls had been during the first few months of their lives, she was growing in leaps and bounds by the day. Therefore buying something at least two sizes bigger was a smart move. Maggie took a pink and white checked dress off the rail. Her little darling would look so cute in this. But then again, a stuffed toy from another country was fun too. Of course, she could buy both. Yeah, that’s what grandmas did, right? Spoil them rotten. Well, at least the first one.

Jon pacing up and down outside the window caught her attention. The poor guy was probably getting bored. She’d come back on her own tomorrow when she’d have all the time in the world. Maggie put the dress back and went outside.

“Find anything?”

“Too much, but I think I’ll go shopping tomorrow.”

“You sure you don’t want to buy anything tonight?”

“Positive, and it’s almost eight.”

“Great, because I’m starving.”

* * * *

Jon asked the waiter to seat them outside. Their table was at the front of a balcony with a view of the ocean. No outside lighting, just candles flickering on every table and a few scattered on the brick wall surrounding the patio. Jon ordered a bottle of wine while they studied the menu.

“You want me to translate for you?” he asked her.

“I think you might have to.”

“You like chicken and olives?”

“Love both.”

“Then I’d recommend what I’m ordering. It’s their specialty.”

Maggie closed the menu and set it on the table. “I’ll take your word for it.”

Their wine arrived and Jon ordered. When the server left, he rubbed her calf with his foot. “Don’t worry, it’s just more touchy feely stuff.”

“Yeah, last night was a lot of fun,” Maggie said, nudging his leg with her toes.

“Yes, it was. Maybe we can do some more when we get home.”

“We’ll see.”

Jon smiled and set down his glass.

“So what are your plans for the future?” Maggie asked. “Your mom said you were looking to buy your own place.”

“That’s right. I’d definitely like to be in a house by the New Year. Not that I don’t like living in the guest apartment, but I feel I want more privacy now.”

“I’m sure you’ll want to start a new phase in your life now you’re a doctor…a wife and kids are probably on the horizon too.” Maggie took a sip of wine.

“Has Mom asked you to explore that topic with me?” He leant back in his seat.

“No, well, she mentioned she’d like to see you settle down before you get too old.”

“You can tell her I don’t see either happening for a long time, if at all.”

“That’s what all guys say.”

“I’m sure they do but this one means it.”

The waiter approached the table and set the plates down in front of them. The food’s aroma drifted Maggie’s way. Hungrier than ever, she admired her plate of chicken breast stuffed with olives and almonds on a bed of rice. “I hope this tastes as delicious as it looks.”

“I can assure you it does. Shall we toast before we eat?” He lifted up his wine glass.

Maggie lifted hers and tapped against his. “What are we toasting?”

“To new friendships.”

* * * *

Jon looked at Maggie over the rim of his glass. He’d ordered flan for them to share as their dessert and she was devouring the last of it. He’d obviously picked the right food because she looked like she’d enjoyed every bite. She wiped her mouth and leant back in her chair.

She looked more beautiful than ever tonight. Not that she wasn’t attractive all the time but right now she glowed, maybe from the orgasms he’d given her last night. He wanted to think he had something to do with it. And the dress she’d chosen to wear to dinner emphasised all her curves. She actually had hips and he loved them. Women his age dieted until they were just skin and bones. Maggie wasn’t afraid to eat. Most of the girls he took out ordered salad and then picked at his French fries, almost scared someone would catch them eating food they really longed for. Maggie was different from the women he met every day, and that’s what he liked most about her.

The band had finished setting up their instruments on the patio and now started to play as a few couples headed to the dance floor. The slow, seductive music was completely different from the club. A full moon shone overhead and, despite a slight breeze, the air still had a sultry aroma to it.

He’d be a fool to let this opportunity slip away. “You want to dance?”

“Sure.” She set her napkin on the table and placed her hand in his outstretched palm.

Jon led her to the dance floor. It was a slow song so he pulled her in close, pushing his erection into her belly. Maggie put her hand on his shoulder by the base of his neck before resting her head on his chest.

Her perfume, so feminine, so sexy filled the air around him. He took a deep breath as he led her slowly around the dance floor. He decided to let them settle on just one part of the dance floor so he could close his eyes and enjoy her scent, the warmth and feel of her body in his arms without any fear of bumping into another couple.

Maggie snuggled in closer to him and rubbed her face on his chest, obviously enjoying herself too.

A couple brushed by them doing a hot and saucy twirl around the floor in time with the salsa beat, and Jon belatedly realised the tempo of the music had picked up.

“You know how to do this?” he asked Maggie.

She shook her head. “You’ll have to teach me.”

He twirled his hips. “Here, like this.” He placed his hands on her hips and moved them for her.

She soon picked up the beat, turned and playfully ground her butt into his groin. Jon laughed and put her arms around her body, holding her butt to his crotch as they thrust their bodies together in time to the music.

And he couldn’t resist what he felt the urge to do next.

He kissed her neck, letting his mouth linger on her skin as Maggie pounded her butt into him. His cock grew harder with each of their gyrations. There was no way he could take much more of this without stripping and making love to her. Not just touchy feely, but the whole enchilada. Tonight he’d have her completely but he had to play it cool, crafty in fact.

“I don’t know about you but I’m in need of some more of the touchy feelys,” he whispered into her ear.

If she believed they were heading back home just to do more of what they’d done the night before, she’d be more relaxed, her guard would be down and they could move to the next step…full blown sex

“Yeah, the wine and the sexy music have done something to me too,” she said.

“I’ll pay the bill and we’ll head home.” On the way out he held her hand. They were like a couple on a date who’d known one another for months rather than two people who’d met just a few days ago.

When they got in the car, he leaned over and kissed her as her hand went to his crotch and squeezed his cock. It felt great, but not half as good as he’d feel when entering Maggie’s pussy for the first time.

Maggie had purposely limited herself to two glasses of wine, but the hot salsa music and the closeness of Jon’s body had weakened her defences. And at his apartment again he looked ready to rip her clothes off, and she figured she seemed the same way.

“Let’s head to my bedroom this time.”

His mouth found hers, and stayed lip locked as they made their way to the next room, Maggie unbuttoning Jon’s shirt, him unzipping her dress as they edged closer to the door.

She opened it and slid it down off his shoulders, then tugged at his wrists to get the material over his hands. She threw it on a nearby chair as cool air hit her back when Jon unzipped her dress all the way to the base of her spine.

They stopped kissing and Jon stepped away from her so he could ease the dress down her body. Maggie stepped out of it and now wore just her bra and panties. Jon ran his hand down her belly. Drawing in her breath, she reached out and opened his zipper, then dragged his pants down his legs. This time he was wearing underwear, tighty-whities. The bulge in the front of them huge and oh, so tempting.

“By the way, my bra is secured by a clasp at the front and not the back,” she told him.

He smiled and released the clip, allowing the bra to fall away from her breasts, then reached for her nipples, playfully pinching and rolling them in his fingers. Next he took the entire weight of her breasts in his hands and squeezed them before kneeling before her, pulling her panties down her legs and planting a kiss on her mound before standing again. Knowing he wanted to have her, not one of the other young girls who must be lining up to date him, made her feel sexy, wanted and alive.

Maggie kicked away her panties before tugging Jon’s underwear down his legs. He lifted his feet one at a time, so she could slip off his briefs. She threw them on the chair.

They both stood naked, looking at one another. The sight of Jon took her breath away. Tanned, muscular… How could any woman resist a guy who looked like this, even if he was her friend’s son?

He lifted and carried her to the bed, joining her on it. After rubbing his hand up her body, he circled her left nipple with his pinkie until it hardened. He repeated the same with her right one until it, too, responded. She’d died. That’s what had happened. There’d been a plane crash and this was heaven. Maybe Jon was even an angel.

He next circled her belly button.

Maggie’s first juices of the night were beginning to make an appearance. What a relief that last night’s wetness hadn’t been a one-time thing. She spread her legs, hoping he’d take a cue about what she wanted him to do to her next.

He did, rubbing her clit before sliding his finger over her entrance…then inside her.

“Make me climax and kiss me when I do.” The huskiness of her voice surprised her.

“Is that what you like?” His mouth was on her before he’d finished the sentence, his finger joined by another, both of which pounded into her.

She moaned but it was masked by Jon’s mouth on hers, his tongue duelling with hers. It was better than the night before. She squeezed her ass cheeks because that always made her climax faster and with more intensity. She groaned and, as requested, Jon kissed her as she shook in his arms.

He stepped away, removed his hand and rolled over so he was looking straight at her. “Maggie, I don’t know if I can do this much longer.”

So he’d come to his senses. An older woman, breasts that were starting to droop, a vagina that sometimes didn’t get as hot and wet as it once used to… “I understand, really I do. We’ve had some fun and I thank you for the great orgasms.” She sat up, preparing to leave.

Jon grabbed her upper arm and pulled her back.
           
“I’m not suggesting you leave. I meant I can’t keep touching you, hearing you moan, feeling your pussy, without fucking you.”

“We set the rules yesterday.”

“You set the rules.”