I walked past her and turned to look into the bathroom. There were wet towels on the floor and the shower curtain was dripping. She had taken a shower... as I instructed and now smelled of the expensive flowery perfume she liked to wear. She was wearing a long dark coloured silky dress with obviously no bra underneath as the tips of her already aroused nipples were forming tiny points through the thin material. Her hair was dry, long, thick and loose. The greying areas only added to her look of. He didn’t return it. He turned on his heel and stalked out of the room. A few seconds later I heard the front door slam and his car’s engine rev to life outside. I leaned over the kitchen countertop and buried my face in my hands. I hated this. I hated making him miserable. I hated being miserable. And I hated my sense of relief that Steven didn’t want to have sex. What had happened to us? I could vaguely remember a time when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I used to be crazy about. His cock becoming rock hard. I feel his other hand slide into my hair and pull me back up. Hands still in my hair he presses his lips to mine and whispers I want you on top of me. Nearby, are a stack of mattresses from the upstairs bedrooms. He slides one out and lies it down taking my hand and pulling me down on to it with him. Ride my cock he whispers. I climb onto him reach down and guide him inside of me. His hands on my hips as I start moving up and down, already I can feel myself. “Of course.” He takes two steps forward, his hands gently clutching either side of my face as his lips collide with mine and he pushes my body backwards. My back slams against the barn wall with more force than I expect. I don’t have time to say anything as Tom’s tongue spreads my lips apart. His kisses are feverish and overwhelming but nostalgic and addictive at the same time.Hidden by shadows in the corner of the barn, my hands run up his back over his shirt and rest in his hair, desperately.