Last Dance
	     by Ann Douglas


      Wearing a thin but comfortable, blue satin robe, Daphne Morgan sat on the
couch, her legs folded beneath her and a glass of wine in hand.  The television
was on but held little interest for the forty-two year old account executive, her
mind too focused on what awaited her Monday morning, now only thirty-six
hours away.


      As much as she tried to distract herself, the short haired brunette couldn’t
dispel the thought that, at that time, she would be undergoing surgery to remove
a small growth that had showed up in her most recent physical.  Her surgeon had
assured her that the odds were greatly in her favor that it was benign, but of
course he couldn’t say it with  absolute certainty until after it had been removed
and biopsied.


      “Just relax and enjoy the weekend,”  Dr. Humphrey had said at her pre-op
physical yesterday afternoon,  “and try not to dwell on it.”


      That had proved easier said than done.  She’d gone to a movie earlier in the
day, just to get out of the apartment, but couldn’t even say now what the film had
been about.  Even the dinner she’d had at one of the best restaurants in the
neighborhood had gone less than half eaten.  The phrase ‘last meal’ had popped
into her head and killed her appetite.


      It might not be so bad, Daphne told herself, if she had someone to share the
waiting with.  But, desiring privacy, she hadn’t told anyone at work about the
surgery, not even her boss.  As far as he knew, she was just taking a week off, a
little vacation to give her some down time after putting together back to back
deals over the last month.  Given the backlog of unused comp time she’d
accumulated over the last year, he could hardly complain.


      Not that he ever had a reason to do so.  Daphne had always been successful
at work, putting in whatever hours it took to get the job done.  The downside to
that, however, was that it left her little time to develop a large, much less close,
circle of friends.


      Oh, there was always her ex-husband, Nathaniel, of course.  They’d
managed to maintain enough of a cordial relationship after the divorce that at
the very least he’d offer a shoulder to lean on.  That was if Nat and his new wife
weren’t currently a thousand miles away on a real vacation.


      In addition, there was Amanda, her closest and sometimes, she felt, only
real friend.  The blonde haired accountant, who lived just a few floors below her,
would happily offer that shoulder as well.  But experience had taught Daphne
that telling Amanda would only make it worse.  As many things as the two
women had helped each other through over the years, being sick wasn't one of
them.  Amanda didn't do 'being ill' well.


      No, it was just going to be her, the bottle of wine and whatever mindless
drivel was on the TV.  At least there was another bottle of wine in the
refrigerator, she reminded herself, one that she could open after she finished the
one on the counter.  Then she could just sleep Sunday away in mindless
oblivion.  As plans went, she didn't think that a bad one.


      An hour later, she was making good headway on that plan, half the first
bottle already gone, leaving her with a rather nice little buzz.  For the first time
all day, she was finally able to, partly at least, to put her upcoming surgery from
her thoughts.


      Daphne had heard the double-ding of her apartment's doorbell, but thought
at first that the sound had come from the television.  When it was repeated a
minute later, she realized that it was indeed real and, glancing at the clock on
the mantel, wondered who in the world it could be.  It was, after all, nearly nine-
thirty.


      Glancing through the peephole before undoing the lock, Daphne saw the
side view of  a young man wearing dark brown pants and a blue and white short-
sleeved shirt.  Initially, she was sure he must've rang the bell to the wrong
apartment, but when he turned back toward the door, she recognized the dark
haired and bearded face of Tyler Russell, one of the firm’s interns.  A twenty-one
year old who had just finished college the previous June, he was quite possibly
the last person she could’ve imagined showing up on her doorstep on a Saturday
night.


      Daphne could've easily spent the next half hour speculating as to what he
was doing on her doorstep.  Instead she took the direct approach and simply
opened the door and asked.  That she was hardly dressed for company didn't
occur to her until she saw the reaction on his face to the outfit she’d been
wearing.  By then, there was little point in worrying about it.


      “I’m sorry to be showing up so late and unannounced, Ms. Morgan,”  Tyler
said after a long moment’s hesitation, pulling his eyes from the dark nipples
visible through the material of Daphne’s robe.  “I tried calling ahead but your
phone kept going to voice mail.”


      Daphne hadn’t missed his eyes’ gaze, automatically tightening her wrap, not
realizing that not only did that make her nipples even more prominent, but it
accented her cleavage as well.  Once she did realize, it was again too late to do
anything about it.  He’d already seen what he’d seen.


      “I was actually here earlier this evening,”  he continued, having come to the
same conclusion that Daphne had in reference to her outfit.  “Mr. Wilson had
sent me over with the papers from the Myerson account.  Evidently you forgot to
sign them before you left yesterday.  I didn’t get any answer then, so I figured I’d
just go have some dinner and come back afterwards.  But then my car battery
died and I had to wait for one of my friends to come over and give me a jump.”


      Tyler’s comment about voice mail made Daphne realize that she’d never
turned her cell phone back on after turning it off at the movies.  Furthermore,
she had indeed forgotten to sign those papers before leaving for her doctor’s
appointment yesterday.  It was lucky that Bob Wilson usually came in on
Saturday mornings and had discovered the oversight.


      “Won’t you please come in?”  Daphne said as she opened the door all the
way and stepped aside.


      As she closed the door behind him, Daphne made a mental note to send Bob
an email commending Tyler’s perseverance in making sure that the Myerson
papers were signed.  It was bad enough that the kid was making little more than
minimum wage during his internship; now he was putting in extra unpaid hours
because of her mistake.


      By the time Daphne turned around, Tyler already had the papers out of the
small shoulder bag he was carrying, holding them out for her to take.  She did so
and, taking them over to the small desk by the entranceway, signed them.


      “I’m really sorry that you had to go so far out of your way,”  Daphne said as
she handed the small pile back to him.


      “It comes with the territory,”  Tyler said as he took it and slipped it back into
his bag.


      “Still, I’m sure a handsome young man like yourself has better places to be
on a Saturday night,”  Daphne replied.


      Tyler smiled at the comment, even as Daphne wondered what had prompted
her to make an observation like that at all.  Not that it wasn’t true, he was quite
handsome, but it certainly wasn’t something she would’ve commented on at the
office.


      “I really didn’t have any plans,”  Tyler quickly said, making Daphne think he
had done so to alleviate any sense of imposition she might have felt.


      “No girlfriend?”  she unexpectedly heard herself ask.


      “No, not anymore,”  Tyler answered.  “We broke up a few months ago.”


      Tyler and Cheryl Parker had dated most of their senior year at college, but
had come to a parting of the ways soon after graduation.  She’d taken a job in
another city and had no interest in a long distance relationship.  Since then, a
lack of free time and limited financial resources had precluded his correcting
what he had originally thought would be a temporary condition.  So much so that
he eventually just gave up on it for the time being.


      Up until two weeks ago, if asked the question, Tyler simply said no when
asked if he had a girlfriend.  The change in response had come after one of the
other male interns, Roger Mark, misinterpreting his apparent lack of interest in
the opposite sex, suggested they have a beer and get to know each other better.
Thinking he could use a friend at work, Tyler had readily  agreed.


      The bar Roger had taken him to was rather dimly lit, so much so that Tyler
didn’t notice at first the lack of any female patrons.  At least not until after their
second round when, still standing at the bar, his companion not so innocently
brushed his hand between Tyler’s legs, going where no man had gone before.


      Stunned, Tyler turned to face Roger, to find a broad, inviting smile on his
face.  Then, looking past his shoulder, he took a more observant look at his
surroundings, now seeing them more clearly.  As he did so, he also reviewed in
his head the conversation between his coworker and himself, both here at the
bar and back in the office.  In retrospect, he saw how some aspects of them
could’ve been misinterpreted.


      “No problem man, it happens,”  Roger laughed after Tyler voiced his
observation.  “It’s not for everyone.”


      “Definitely not,”  Tyler agreed.


      As they finished their drinks, however, Tyler found himself inexplicably
wondering what it might have been like.  Then, just as quickly he dismissed the
thought, telling himself that he’d have to have gone without sex a lot more than
just a few months before he crossed that line.


      “Well, if you really have no plans,” Daphne said,  “I was just enjoying a glass
of wine.  Would you care to join me?”


      Tyler hesitated for a few moments, considering the propriety of having a
drink with someone who, while not his immediate superior, was nevertheless
senior to him at the company.  It didn’t take long for him to decide, why not.


      She guided him to the other side of the couch where she’d been sitting, then
excused herself for the time it took to step back into the kitchen and pour
another glass.  Handing it to him as she sat back down, Tyler inquired what she’d
been watching.


      “To be honest, I haven’t the slightest idea,”  Daphne replied as she picked
her own glass back up.  “I think I really just had the television on to keep me
company.”


      With that, she picked up the remote control and turned it off.


      “There, that’s better,”  she said as the image faded from the screen.


      “You have a really nice apartment, Ms. Morgan,”  Tyler said as she turned
her attention back to him.


      “Thanks, I like it,” she replied, taking a second to glance around it as she did,
“and please call me, Daphne.   Do you still live at home?”  she added, thinking it
a natural enough response to his comment.


      “God no, thankfully things aren’t that bad,”  he laughed,  “but I do have four
roommates.”


      Daphne smiled, remembering her own lean years right out of school. She
herself had shared her first apartment with two other girls. In was fun in a way,
but she didn’t think she could do anything like that now.


      “How are you finding your time with the firm?”  she then asked.


      “Quite educational,”  Tyler quickly replied.


      “Good answer,”  Daphne laughed,  “but I’m curious as to what you really
think.  I know kids coming out of college today are getting the shaft, jobwise, with
most companies offering only internships that pay next to or actually nothing.”


      “Well, that part does suck, I guess,”  Tyler admitted,  “but I did mean it when
I said it was educational.  I’m getting the chance to see how what I learned in
school compares against the real world.”


      “Do you see yourself having a future with us then?” Daphne further asked,
knowing that the firm sometimes kept on one or two of the best interns as
regular employees if they did an outstanding job.


      “Well, to be honest, no,”  Tyler said surprisingly.


      “No?”  Daphne repeated.


      “I probably shouldn’t have said that,”  Tyler added, “but I have other plans
once the internship is over.”


      “Now you have me curious,”  Daphne replied.  “Don’t worry, I won’t tell
anyone else.”


      “I was offered a job at another company,”  he explained, thinking it over for a
few seconds before deciding he’d already done any damage the admission might
have caused.  “My uncle set it up.  The opening doesn’t become available until
the end of the year, after the internship is over, so I figured I might as well use
that time to learn something.”


      “A good move,”  Daphne commented,  “and I meant it when I said it doesn’t
go any further than right here.”


      “Thanks,”  Tyler said, clearly relieved.


      They quickly decided to put aside shop talk and learn a little about each
other instead.  When asked, Daphne told a bit about her failed marriage, how
they turned out wanting different things and Nat winding up with someone more
willing to stay home and raise a family.


      Tyler in turn explained what had happened between him and Cheryl, with
Daphne nodding with understanding as she listened. Along the way, Tyler had
refilled his glass and already done away with half that.  Daphne had wisely
begun to nurse her original glass lest she find herself drifting off into a now
unwanted slumber.


      “Not that I didn’t have offers,”  Tyler said in reference to his inability to find a
new girlfriend, his candor influenced by the wine.


      “You’re kidding,”  Daphne said in surprise as he told her about his fellow
intern’s proposition.  “Roger Mark is gay?”


      “Nah, I think he just likes to suck cock,”  Tyler replied, trying to be funny but
instantly regretting his choice of words and apologizing for them.


      “Been there, done that,”  Daphne retorted, her own tongue also loosened,
perhaps too much, by the wine.  ”I mean, you don’t have to apologize.  They’re
just words, and hardly harmful ones at that.”


      They paused a few moments, mutually deciding without words that perhaps
they’d had enough wine.  Both set their glasses on the coffee table and left then
untouched from then on.


      They continued on to safer, more conventional topics, until Daphne took
note of the time and expressed shock that it was nearly midnight.  Tyler said he
knew it was late but was enjoying her company so much that he didn’t want to
point it out.


      “You are a dear to spend your night keeping an old lady company,”  Daphne
said, adding that they really should call it a night though.  “I really can’t explain
why, but it has meant a lot to me.”


      “It was my pleasure,”  Tyler said,  “and I hardly think you’re old.”


      “I’m twice your age,”  Daphne pointed out.


      “Which means what?”  Tyler asked rhetorically.  “I think that once you’re past
a certain point, age really doesn’t mean all that much.  Besides, you certainly
don’t look “twice my age.”


      Daphne didn’t need to look in a mirror to know she was blushing at the
comment, but rather than say anything in response she simply smiled back at
him.  She knew men still found her attractive well, at least attractive for a woman
her age, but she hardly expected such sentiments from one barely into
adulthood.


      In fact, now that she thought about it, Daphne had never imagined she’d
have such a good time with someone Tyler’s age – not that she’d ever really had
conversations with any of them other than brief exchanges at work.  That he had
made her laugh, feel good about herself and almost forget about her worries for
a while came as a total surprise.  But even more astonishing was the fact that
the bearded young man had also made her feel something that she hadn’t felt in
a very long time.


      Under normal circumstances, Daphne was certain she would’ve never even
entertained the thoughts now filling her head.  But the circumstances were far
from normal, weren’t they?  If  Monday morning could bring the final curtain
down, why shouldn’t she have a last dance?


      “Tyler, I know this is probably way out of line,”  she said as she shifted her
position on the small couch, putting her now within a foot of her guest, her hand
brushing against his forearm as she moved.  “and I would totally understand if
you just laughed in my face...”


      She paused for a moment to catch her breath, looking for a reaction to her
brief touch.


      "But I was wondering if, perhaps,"  she continued when she saw none,  "what
I mean is, I ... well, it's late and I was wondering if you might like to spend the
night here ... with me."


      ‘Damn, I screwed that up royally,’  Daphne thought even as the last word left
her mouth.  ‘He’s probably going to think I’m offering him a chance to crash on
the couch.’


      Tyler, however, had no doubt as to what Daphne was suggesting.  It wasn’t
the first time an older woman had come on to him, but it was certainly the first
time he’d found himself considering it.  Aside from the fact that he hadn’t been
laid in a few months, he actually was enjoying himself with Daphne.


      “That, I think, would be awesome,”  he said after a long pause.


      The neutrality of his reply caused Daphne to worry if perhaps he had indeed
misunderstood her intent.  Tyler was quick to dispel any such notion.  Leaning
towards her, he closed the last gap between them and putting his arm around
Daphne, pulled her against him, his mouth finding hers.


      	   		-=-=-=-


      Even though Tyler’s response was the one she was hoping for, it still took
Daphne by surprise, if only for a few seconds.  She quickly began to respond to
the warmth of his kiss, opening her mouth wide once she felt the press of his
tongue against it.  A second kiss followed the first, and then a third.  In no time at
all, they were making out like two horny teenagers.


      Unlike Jesse Turner, on whose basement couch a teenage Daphne had first
let a boy touch her, there was nothing she could teach Tyler about kissing – the
boy definitely had talent.  Then again, considering his looks and the almost five
years he had on Jessie, Tyler had probably had a lot more practice at it.


      It was also quickly apparent that Tyler didn’t lack confidence either.  Despite
the difference in their ages, he was quick to take the lead, reaching down to
Daphne’s waist and undoing the sash of her robe. As the material fell loose, he
slipped a hand under it, cupping her left breast even as their mouths continued
to interlock.


      “Oh yes,”  Daphne moaned into his mouth as she felt his hand close around
the soft mound, the excitement of his touch spreading across her chest.  A
sensation that nearly doubled as his fingers found her nipple and he began to
massage it gently.


      Her own hand dropped down to the now noticeable bulge in his pants,
coming to rest against it.  Daphne’s eyes opened wide, pleased with what she
found.  She wasn’t quite sure which impressed her more, its harness or its
length, but quickly decided that was immaterial as she would soon enough be
the beneficiary of both.


      As her robe became totally undone, Daphne’s breasts fell free, giving Tyler
his first good look at them.  Daphne was worried for a moment that he might be
disappointed by their size, or rather lack of it, never having been known for
having what her kid brother liked to call a great set of knockers.  But if Tyler was
disappointed, he had a strange way of showing it, because he immediately
brought his mouth down to one of the dark circles he had admired at the
doorway, causing it to vanish from sight.


      Not that Daphne had any way of knowing, but unlike most of his friends Tyler
had never been attracted to or even impressed by large breasts.  For him, it was
all about proportion and in his view Daphne’s bust was just the right size for her
body.  Besides, one of his first girlfriends, one even less endowed than the
woman beside him now, had a favorite line that had proved true and had stayed
with him.  Anything more than a mouthful, she had said, was just wasted
anyway.


      After a while, Tyler moved his mouth to her other breast, closing his free
hand around the mound he’d just released.  As he did, Daphne let out another
loud gasp, delighted with his efforts. A feeling of anticipation filled her as she
considered what else he might have gotten a lot of practice at.


      She didn’t have all that long to wait to find out as, even while he continued to
suckle at her breast, Tyler dropped a hand down between her legs, spreading
them apart to display the simple blue panties she’d worn under her robe.
Panties he found wet to the touch as he brushed his fingers against it, moving
his hand across to her right thigh.  There, he took hold of the material and
pressed it aside, exposing the thickly haired treasure beneath, a treasure he
immediately began to stroke with his fingertips and thumb.


      It had been quite some time since any hand but her own had traversed
where Tyler’s now roamed, but the memory of those journeys were still fresh
enough for Daphne to appreciate the skill and dexterity that the young man
pressed tightly against her continued to exhibit.  He’d brought her to a state of
arousal quicker than men twice his age and experience, and while she was
willing to admit that part of that might be due to the unusual circumstances, it
hardly lessened her joyful satisfaction with his efforts.


      “Yes, yes, oh God, yes!”  Daphne cried out as his thumb rolled against her
clit in concentric circles, even as his fingers probed inside her, both actions
causing every inch of her body to tingle with delight.


      He’d begun slowly at first, with  a slow, careful penetration that nevertheless
produced pleasing sensations.  Then, as he added first one, then two fingers,
increasing his pace until those gentle waves transformed into mini-tsunamis.


      Daphne moaned long and perhaps a bit too loudly, given the thinness of the
walls, but she really wasn’t of a mind to care if the neighbors heard her.  Her
body rocked back and forth as she met each thrust of his hand with one of her
own, drawing him deeper within.


      Time seemed to have lost any meaning, at least to Daphne, as Tyler brought
her to the edge of orgasm.  A precipice that she hurtdled beyond a few short
minutes later as Tyler, bringing his mouth to hers for a last passionate kiss,
unleashed a surge of ecstasy that had, with the exception of dreams, been long
absent from her life.


      	   		-=-=-=-


      “That … that was awesome,”  Daphne said with a broad smile, remembering
Tyler’s use of the word earlier.


      “I’m glad you liked it,”  he smiled back.


      “Oh I did,”  Daphne beamed as she again wrapped the robe around herself ,
“but I also feel a little guilty.”


      “What is there to feel guilty about?”  Tyler inquired, thinking that perhaps she
was having second thoughts about it all.


      “I got to climax and you got, well, you didn’t get anything,”  she explained.


      “I didn’t get anything … yet,”  Tyler laughed.  “Unless of course you don’t
want to go any further with this.”


      “Oh, I most definitely do,”  Daphne immediately said,  “but would you mind if
we moved this to the bedroom?  As much as I love this old couch, it really isn’t
the most comfortable place to fuck.”


      	   		-=-=-=-


      She led Tyler into a bedroom less than half the size of the living room with
only a single twin sized bed in the center of it. They'd begun to  share kisses
again even before they'd crossed the threshold, with the older woman carefully
walking backward even as she pulled him, first across the room, then down onto
the bed itself.


      Daphne kissed him one more time, then pressed him just far enough away to
give her access to the buttons of his shirt, which she quickly undid.  A smile
formed on her face as she saw his well defined bare chest come into view.  Tyler
took over from there, lifting himself up just a little higher and sliding the now
loose shirt back across his shoulders, letting it fall down the side of the bed.


      Even as he did so, Daphne was already working on the top of his pants,
undoing the snap and zipper to loosen them as well. She pulled him down to her
once more, kissing his lips and then lowering her attention to his chest, kissing
each nipple before drawing them deep into her mouth.  Tyler sighed
appreciatively as her tongue swirled around the tips, causing them to harden and
become even more sensitive.


      Her legs wrapped around  his even as her hands worked their way down his
bare back, sliding down into his pants to cup the cheeks of his ass.  It was a
surprise to discover that he didn't wear underwear of any sort, one that caused
her heartbeat to race with excitement.


      Tyler backed off the bed and slid down his pants with ease, Daphne's eyes
locking on the not unimpressive manhood he revealed – one already more than
half erect.  She backed up a little further on the bed to allow him to enter her, but
the smiling young man had other plans first.


      With his feet still firmly planted on the floor, he bent over the side of the bed
and, slipping his arms around her legs, brought his head down between them.
His mouth closed against her mound, his tongue slipping past the wet fold to
caress the pink walls within.


      "Oh God, yes!"  Daphne moaned loudly as the tip of his tongue worked its
way up across her pussy and quickly located her clit.


      With well practiced ease, Tyler rolled his tongue back and forth, sending
ripples of delight cascading across her body.  Daphne reached down with both
hands, placing them around the back of his head and pulled him harder against
her, the sounds of her pleasure growing in volume.


      Even as he continued to bring her ever-increasing joy, Tyler reached up and
again undid her robe, allowing his hand to fondle her breasts, his fingers dancing
across her nipples.  Daphne was in heaven as she laid back with her eyes
closed, savoring the waves of bliss washing over her.  The ticking of the clock on
the night table was her only indication of time passing, each loud click seeming
to bring a greater level of excitement.


      Releasing one of her hands from around Tyler's head, she brought it up to
her breasts and began to massage them firmly, adding to the warming
sensations of his tongue. The bearded youth looked up and their eyes met, a
broad smile filling his face.  Then he resumed his efforts with noticeable effect.


      Once more a long absent, but pleasing, feeling filled Daphne as her body
again reacted to Tyler's ministrations.  A small orgasm soon swept over her,
causing her to let out a long, deeply satisfying moan.


      No sooner had the last ripple washed over her than she lifted herself up and,
after pulling Tyler all the way back onto the bed, pressed him down beneath her.
This time it was her head that dropped between his legs, her mouth opening
wide to take nearly all of his hardness inside her.  Her hand closed around the
base of his shaft, pumping it deep into her mouth as she sucked it deeply.


      "Oh yeah,"  Tyler sighed as he stretched out to give her easier access.


      Her head bobbed up and down, swallowing more of him with each repetition,
even as one of his hands slid across her leg and under the bottom of her robe,
coming to rest on her ass.  From there it moved to her now saturated pussy, his
fingers once more caressing its softness.


      Daphne lovingly sucked his cock, drawing on long unused talents to bring
him as much pleasure as she could.  Her tongue whirred against his flesh, even
as her other hand cupped and played with his balls.  His now rock hard manhood
disappeared again and again into the depths of her mouth, each time bringing a
growing happiness to the younger man.  She was careful not to bring him too
close to the edge, at least not before she could feel him inside of her.  Daphne
knew that Tyler, unlike the last man she had shared her body with, had the
resilience of youth on his side – but she simply didn't want to have to wait even
that long for her prize.


      Letting him slip from her mouth, they embraced for a few seconds, his own
mouth closing briefly around her closest nipple.  But that moment quickly passed
as Daphne climbed on top of him and, taking hold of his rigid cock, placed it
firmly against the lips of her pussy.


      She lowered herself as Tyler pressed upward, burying his cock deep inside
her.  Their mouths close enough to kiss and her chest firmly against his, Daphne
began to slowly, at least at first, rise and fall, sliding his cock in and out of her
body.


      Tyler waited just a bit to allow her to become accustomed to the hardness
within her, then, just as easily, added the thrusts of his own body to her own.  His
hands firmly resting alongside her waist, it took little time for them to settle into
an ever increasing, and highly pleasurable, rhythm.


      "Oh yeah, baby,"  Daphne moaned loudly between kisses, "give it to me.
Give me that big, hard, beautiful cock.  I've needed it for so, so long."


      Tyler was more than glad to fulfill her desire, slamming his cock as hard and
deep inside her as possible.  If he wanted to stop and think about it, which of
course now was absolutely not the time to do so, he could tell you exactly how
many women he'd slept with and what ranking each held in his memory.  What
he did allow himself to acknowledge, if only for the briefest of moments, was the
fact that it was already clear that Daphne had already hurtled past women half
her age to the upper half of that list.  By the time they were done, who knew
where she might finish?


      Back and forth they rocked, bodies intertwined with sweat running down their
backs.  Moans soft and loud, short and long filling the air as they raced down the
road to climax.  Tyler held her tightly, moving in and out with blurring speed.
Then, unexpectedly, he rolled the two of them over so that she was now on the
bottom and he on top.  It took Daphne a few seconds to reorient herself but she
quickly did so, drawing one arm around his neck and the other around his back,
even as both her legs wrapped around his.


      By that time Tyler was already back inside her, driving his cock with ever
increasing force.  He could feel the approaching orgasm inside her, even as she
could feel the same in him.  Orgasms that arrived nearly simultaneously as soul
shattering delight joined them as one, bringing both to the gates of paradise –
there to savor one of life’s greatest joys.  	


      	   		-=-=-=-


      "You are incredible,"  Daphne said as she gently stroked the side of his face,
while they laid naked in each other's arms.


      "No more so than you,"  Tyler replied, gently kissing the breast his head had
been resting upon.


      "I've never been called that before,"  Daphne smiled,  "At least not in bed."


      "Well, you should've been,"  Tyler replied as he looked up at her.  "I don't
think I've known any woman who could just put everything she has into the
moment like you just did – like the future didn't exist."


      "Sometimes, you just have to live for the moment,"  Daphne pointed out, a
small touch of sadness in her voice,  "After all, we don’t have a guarantee on
tomorrow.”


      But tomorrow did indeed arrive, as did Monday morning after it.  In between,
however, Daphne and Tyler became even more intimately familiar with each
other's bodies, living for the rest of the weekend on takeout and passion.  When
Tyler finally did head home just before sunrise to change clothes before heading
to work, it was with the understanding that what had passed between them was
really no one else’s business.  They had just been two consenting adults having
a bit of fun.


      When the sun set some twelve hours later, it did so on a Daphne very
different than the one that had walked out of her office the previous Friday.  The
growth had indeed proved to be benign, but almost as importantly, she now
viewed life though different eyes.  Never again would she let other people’s
demands on her life surpass her own.   No day would go by without her doing
something for herself as well.  Life was indeed too precious to let it just slip by.


END


 (c) Ann Douglas 2014

   
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