Her lips were like fire on mine, hot and yet moist. We clung together, our mouths open, tongues battling for entry. Abruptly she broke from our kiss and stood up."Stand up," she commanded.I obediently stood up and she took my hand and placed my fingers on the latch of the zip that ran down the front of her housecoat."Undress me," she said.I drew down the zip and as the housecoat opened I could see she was naked underneath. She shrugged the housecoat from her shoulders and it dropped to the floor at her feet.She looked at me as if challenging and said hoarsely, "Well, do you still want me?" Mother was in her forties at the time and perhaps doubtful of her female attractions, yet to my eyes she differed little from the first time I had seen her naked. I've wondered about that since. I've already implied that mother would not be accounted an outstanding beauty – although I'm not sure what that means – but for me she has been the most lovable and desirable woman on earth.In reply to her. She saw Michael on the other side of the crowd, standing anxiously beside a newspaper machine. A smile crept across her face."Six foot two and eyes of blue," she sang to herself as she headed in his direction.He was tall and tan, just like she'd remembered. Dressed in a rumpled work shirt and faded blue jeans, he looked more like a construction worker than the investment banker that he was. Jules guessed that the slender young woman standing next to him was Iris and she slowed her pace to study her rival.Iris was petite and cute, the top of her head barely reaching Michael's shoulder. She had long straight blonde hair and a deep even tan. "Country club queen," Jules thought to herself. She noted that Michael's fiancé wore hip hugger jeans and tight Lycra halter under an old white dress shirt knotted to show off her pierced belly button. The girl's look screamed "high school cheerleader."Jules smelled victory. She had debated with herself for hours before deciding what to wear..
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