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CHAPTER 76

On the way to Kate's house I stopped by my place to pick up a bathing
suit. It's close to a hundred degrees outside, and a dip in a pool
sounded great. As I drove along I kept thinking about Cindy and
Digger. In a way, Digger was right. He is responsible for holding her
back. He does need extra care, and as long as their situation stays
the same, Cindy's life is not going to change. She's a sweet girl, and
she's missing an important part of her life. I want to do something
for them, but I don't know what. 
When I got to Kate's, her front door was ajar. I knocked a few times
but no-one answered, so I pushed it open and went inside. I could hear
music coming from the back, so I followed it, and when I got to the
pool area, someone was sitting in a lounge chair with their back to
me. 
I called out, "Hello!" And the person turned her head toward me. It
was Sylvia, and when she saw it was me, she stood up and came toward
me. She had a big smile on her face, and she wasn't wearing anything
else.
Sylvia has always had a profound affect on me. Naked or not, something
about her always turns me on. But especially naked, and could feel
myself getting hard. 
She gave me a quick kiss, and said, "Jump in and cool off. I'll make
us some iced tea." She started to turn away, but I grabbed her and
pulled her to me. It was no quick kiss this time. It was a long,
sensuous kiss with a lot of tongue. Holding her naked body was a real
turn-on, and when I cupped my hands around the cheeks of her butt and
pulled her tightly against me, I felt her tremble. I was really
getting excited, and she seemed to be even farther along than I was.
When the kiss ended and I started to pull away, she grabbed my t-shirt
and pulled it over my head. She stared at me for a few seconds, then
she said, "Jesus, Pete, you're getting huge. What have you been
doing?"
"I've been, uhh, working out."
She raised and eyebrow, leaned close and whispered, "Did anything else
get bigger?" and she began unzipping my pants. 
I don't remember tearing off the rest of my clothes. The next thing I
know we were on the grass next to the pool making love. 
Being inside her was fantastic. Everything was so sensitive I had to
hold back or it would have been over almost immediately. It must have
been the same for her, because I don't think we were at it for five
minutes when her body stiffened and she cried out. That's all it took,
and I flooded her insides. I was still in the final throws, when I
realized I hadn't used a condom, and I made a half-hearted attempt to
roll off her. But she had her legs around me and refused to let me
move. When I finally got my breath, I grunted, "I'm not wearing
protection."
In a trembling voice, she said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it.
For God's sake don't move, stay inside me."
We lay there for a minute clutching each other. She'd been in the
pool, and I could smell chlorine, but because we'd been making love,
there was a hint something I remembered. It was the unique, and
tremendously sexy odor of Sylvia. It's unlike any other girl I've ever
been with, and it's something I remembered immediately, and missed. 
We rested for a time, but my cock was still hard, and when I began to
move again. She groaned, clutched me tightly to her, and in a
little-girl voice she murmured, "Oh God I've missed you."
The intensity in her voice startled me a little, and I began to think
of where we were. As gently as I could, I pried myself off her and
asked, "Are Kate and Ben here?"
"She got up and as she was brushing grass off her, she answered, "They
took the baby and drove to Santa Barbara. They're going to have dinner
there, and they'll be back around midnight."
Nearly four hours with her sounded great, but I was dripping with
perspiration, so I jumped into the pool. Sylvia disappeared into the
house, and a few minutes later she came out with a pitcher of iced tea
and some glasses. I swam to the edge of the pool and watched her as
she went to a table, filled two glasses, and set the pitcher down. 
Sylvia, Kate, and Mom are all in their late thirties, and any of them
could pass for their mid twenties. Mom has had two kids and doesn't
have a wrinkle or stretch mark. Kate didn't either, before she had
little Mikey, and I couldn't see any on Sylvia either. 
She came to the edge of the pool with a glass in each hand When she
bent to hand me mine, I looked up at her. Both Mom and Kate are
natural blondes, and Sylvia's hair is blonde with streaks. But her
neatly trimmed pubic hair is dark brown.
She watched me staring at her, then she smiled, stood up, and moved
her legs apart a little, so I could get a better look. 
Just then a large drop of semen appeared and started running down her
leg. She must have felt it, because she looked down at it, then back
at me. She reached down and wiped it on her finger, and as I watched,
she brought her finger to her mouth and licked it off.  
I tried to reach for her, but she laughed, quickly set her glass down
and dove into the pool.   
I stood, sipping my tea, and watched as she swam the length of the
pool a couple times. She reminded me of Erin. They have the same,
smooth, powerful stroke. 
Finally, she came over to me, grabbed her tea, and took a long drink.
Then she said, "That was quite a load you put in there, have you been
saving up?"
It occurred to me, that I was turned on last night when I talked with
Marla. And that she had 'finished', but I hadn't. So in a way, Sylvia
was right. But I didn't tell her about that. Instead, I said, "It's
you. You just affect me that way. You're really beautiful you know."
She set the glass down, put her arms around my neck, and said, "Do you
really think so?"
"Yes I do, I've always thought so."
We kissed again, and the minute her naked body touched mine, I started
to get hard again. As soon as she felt it, she pulled back and said,
"We have to take a second and talk about things. What we just did was
not very smart. Have you been with a lot of girls lately?"
"No, the last girl I was with, insisted that we both be tested, and we
both were okay."
"She sounds like a smart girl. The only person I've been with is Herb,
and it's been quite a while. I had a checkup recently, and I'm fine
too."
"Why has it been so long?"
"Herb has been in Europe for most of the last few months. I've been
busy running things here, and I try to spend what extra time I have
with Al."
"How is he?"
Not good. I had to move him to a nursing home. He doesn't even
recognize me anymore."
"That's a shame, is there anything I can.." She put her finger on my
lips to stop me, and said, "Enough about me." And she pulled me close
and kissed me again. 
Holding a naked woman against you while you're in a swimming pool adds
another dimension to things. Everything is slippery, and rubbing
around on her really turns you on. At least it does me, and before
long I was as hard as before. As soon as Sylvia felt it, she dropped
under water and took it in her mouth. 
What a feeling! She took it all the way into her throat, and without
thinking I grabbed her head and pushed. Suddenly she burst out of the
water, spitting and coughing. When she could talk, she sputtered,
"Well, that confirms what I felt a few minutes ago. Even 'that' got
bigger."
A little embarrassed, I grabbed her under the arms and set her on the
edge of the pool. Then, while I was still standing in the water, I
pulled her to me and kissed her. Then I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to hurt you."
"You didn't hurt me, you just surprised me. You have quite a weapon
there, young man."
"You told me that once before. Does it still please you?"
"Oh yes, my dear, It really does. And so do you. But it's really hot
out here. Why don't we go inside where it's cool, I need to talk to
you."
"Just talk?"
She laughed out loud this time, and she shook her head and got up.
After we toweled off, she grabbed the pitcher and our glasses, and I
followed her into the house. She headed toward a couch, but before she
got there, a phone rang. She stopped and said, "It's work, I have to
take this." 
Her purse was on a table next to the door to the pool, and she reached
in, took out a phone, and went to the couch. So I followed her and sat
beside her. The call seemed to go on forever. She was telling someone
at length, how to read some numbers, and whoever it was didn't
understand, so she was painstakingly going over every detail. 
Watching someone while they are concentrating on something can be
interesting; especially when that someone is a naked woman. She was
gesturing while she was talking, and seemed to be getting exasperated
at that person's lack of understanding. The funny thing was, every
time she gestured, her breasts would shake around in a very sexy way.
My hard-on had never completely gone away and before long, it was
sticking straight up. When Sylvia saw it, her eyes got big. She kept
on talking, but she reached over and began stroking me with her free
hand. I stood it for as long as I could, then I got off the couch and
kneeled in front of her. Her eyes narrowed when I moved her legs
apart, and her voice cracked a little when I bent forward and kissed
her pussy. 
I played around there for a while, kissing her and stroking her pussy
with my fingers, then I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. She
shuddered, and was silent for a second, then she closed her eyes, and
continued talking. I didn't move around, I just stayed there, licking
her clit, and letting my warm breath wash over her pussy. When she
finished the call, she groaned and leaned back. So I began going at
her in earnest, licking and sucking on her until her body began to
shake, and a second later, as the essence of her went from the hint of
chlorine from the pool, to the rich taste of her orgasm, she grabbed
me and cried, "Oh God Pete, I need you in me NOW!" 
I pulled her off the couch, threw the cushions on the floor, and I
scrambled on top of her.
She moaned as I entered her and she began to claw at me hungrily. I
was suddenly transported to the time we made love for the last time in
Mexico. It seemed like a lifetime ago. But it was extra special that
time, and this time was just as wonderful. Within minutes I felt
myself starting to come again. I held back as best I could, but when I
felt the signs of her getting ready, it was all I could do to wait for
her. And when she cried out, and I felt the wave of her release, I
exploded inside her. 
I dropped on top of her, but I was only there for a few seconds, when
she squeaked, "Pete, you're too heavy," so I rolled on my side. She
sighed with relief; pushed me on my back, laid her head on my chest
and put her leg over me. I put my arms around her, hugged her tightly
to me, and we lay that way for a long time.
I think I would have dropped off to sleep, but suddenly I felt her
shaking, and when I looked at her, it looked like she was crying.
Alarmed, I sat up and asked, "Sylvia, what's the matter!"
She sat and looked at me with a tear-stained face and said, "It's not
fair!" And she jumped up and ran into the bathroom. I tried to follow
her, but she closed the door and locked it. I stood there for a while
tapping on the door and calling her name, but she didn't answer. So,
after pacing around for a bit, I went back into the pool to cool off.
I swam a bunch of long, lazy laps, then I got out and lay on a lounge
to air-dry. I kept wondering what was going on with her, when she
suddenly appeared wearing a sun dress and looking composed. She put
her hand on my arm, and looked down at me. The look on her face was
blank, but there seemed to be sadness in her eyes, and she handed me a
towel and said, "Dry off and come inside. I want to talk to you."
I dried off, slipped on my pants, and went inside. She was sitting at
the kitchen table. There was a glass of iced tea in front of an empty
chair but she seemed to be having a glass of wine. I sat in the chair,
and asked, "Are you going to tell me what'happened?"
"Nothing. Forget about that for now. I want to talk to you about
something else. Do you remember the time when you and your girlfriend
met us in the restaurant?"
"Sure, it was at the Four Seasons Hotel, why?"
Do you remember that I said that we were in the middle of a big deal?"
"Yes, I think Herb said that somehow the Burger's and the Cohen's were
involved."
"They are, and what I'm about to tell you, has to remain between us.
Can you do that?"
"Uhh, sure! What's up?"
"We're trying to buy Global Airlines."
"What! That's where Dad works. I didn't know it was for sale."
"It isn't. It's a hostile takeover."
"What does that mean?"
"A hostile takeover is when someone attempts to acquire a company
against the wishes of the management, shareholders, and board of
directors of that company."
"Why do you want to do that?
	"Money Pete. Big money. Business was good a while back, and
Global ordered a bunch of new planes. Way more than they should have.
But business has slacked off since then, plus there are some big union
problems, and a strike is pending. The planes are about to be
delivered, but Global is out of cash, and the aircraft builders are
worried about extending their credit. Global has applied to the
government for help, but these things take time, and if we act now, we
can force a sale, and pick up the company for a song."
"But, won't you just inherit the same problems?"
"No, the union problems are a result of some hard-heads on both sides.
The union is actually right on this one. Wages and benefits are the
lowest in the industry. But they also know that if they hang tight
with their demands, the company might fold. So all it would take is a
reasonable sit-down between Global and them, and it could be worked
out. But Global management is running scared. They've dug their heels
in, and they refuse to negotiate."
"If you buy the company, what'll you do about the new planes?"
"If we prove that we are on secure financial ground, they'll deliver
the planes, and Global will have a modern fleet. At that point, we'll
be able to bid for new routes. Manufacturing in China is getting to be
huge, and Herb has contacts in the Chinese government. If this deal
goes through, we'll be first in line for their new routes."
"Wow, this really sounds exciting, but, umm, why are you telling me
about this?"
"I'll get to that in a minute. This whole thing is Herb's idea, but it
involves a huge amount of money. But, big as he is, it's even more
than he can afford, so he looked around for partners. He knows the
Burger family, because they use our planes when they have emergency
deliveries. So he talked to John Burger about it. John was interested,
but it's so big, he wanted to bring in someone else, and he contacted
Abe Cohen. Abe Cohen loves the idea, and with his backing we have
enough to do it, but he wants to do something else. He wants to buy
the company, get the planes, then shut the company down and sell
everything off. It would mean a huge immediate profit, but it would
put an awful lot of people out of work."
I was thinking that my Dad would be one of them, when I asked, "So, is
there something I can do?"
She raised an eyebrow and said, "Maybe," and she continued with, "Herb
is convinced that in the long run, we can make a lot more money by
keeping the company intact, and he's concerned about the welfare of
the employees. Abe Cohen acknowledges that, but the thought of the
quick profit is very appealing, and he doesn't care about the
employees. John Burger would like to side with Herb as well, but the
immediate profit would allow Burger's to expand and build new stores
right away. But, the real purse strings are held by Nell Burger, and
it would require her to sign for an investment this large."
"How does she feel about it?"
Sylvia stared at me for a minute before she answered, then she went
on, "Nell Burger is very smart, but she's an, umm, unusual person. She
originally said she wasn't interested in a venture that large, because
Burger's is an electronics store, not an airline. She said she didn't
want to make that big of an investment in a business she didn't know
anything about. The meeting at the Four Seasons, was for us to
convince her that Herb DID know airlines, and try to convince her
otherwise. But it wasn't working, until you and your girlfriend showed
up, and she suddenly went into some kind of a zone. I don't know if
you noticed, but she was watching you like a hawk. Herb and I knew
that you and she knew each other, because we'd seen a copy of that
picture Herb showed you. I'd like to ask you about that, but we'll
save that for another time. Anyway, it turned out that she saw you and
me kissing that night, and after you went back to your table she
pulled me aside and wanted to know all about you."
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her you were a family friend."
"Did that satisfy her?"
"I don't think so, and we didn't talk again that night. But last week
she called and said she wanted to talk with me about something, and I
think it might have something to do with you. Herb told me what you
said about having been with her. Have you seen her lately?"
"No, just that once. And I still wonder about that painting. I didn't
pose for that."
Sylvia grinned and said, "Well, the face on the painting sure looks
like you and the uhh, penis does too. I thought it was a little
oversized in the painting, but after what that thing feels like inside
me, I'm not sure."
I grinned back and replied, "It normally isn't that big, but when
you're around, it's so happy to see you it swells in anticipation."
That got a laugh out of her, but she quickly sobered and said, "Well,
I'll call her back and see what she wants. I wondered if you and she
had something going, and I wanted to check with you before I contacted
her,"
"No, she left a message on my machine once, but I haven't even talked
to her since that night."
"Would you like to talk with her?"
It was obvious that something was up, so I said, "Okay Sylvia, tell me
what you'd like me to do."
"Here's the thing Pete. This was Herb's idea, and he's convinced that
it will be a terrific, long-term hold. But, as I said, he can't do it
by himself, and now that Cohen and Burger are involved, he's afraid
that he might not be able to stop it from being a sell-off."
"Why doesn't he back out of the deal?"
"It's beyond that. This is an opportunity of a lifetime. Much as he
would hate for it to end as a sell-off, there's too much money
involved for him to back out."
"So, the sell-off is a done deal if Cohen and Burger are involved?"
"Not necessarily. If either of them goes along with Herb's plan, the
other one will come along as well. They both know that they stand to
make a lot more money Herb's way, it'll just take longer. But the
thought of the fast return is very appealing."
"What can I do to help?"
"Let me talk to Nell and see what she wants. If it involves you, I'll
let you know."
I let what she told me sink in while she sat there watching me,
sipping her wine. Finally, I downed the remainder of my ice tea and I
headed for the bathroom. When I came out she was standing by the
window, looking at the pool, so I walked up behind her and put my arms
around her.
She said, "Do you remember the time we spent in my pool, when we first
met?"
I answered, "Of course I do." Then I quipped, "That's when I first
realized I was crazy about you."
She turned to face me, and her face was sober when she said, "Oh,
young man, I wish that were true," and she kissed me.
If she only knew it, at that moment it was absolutely true. Something
about Sylvia has always driven me a little crazy, and whenever I'm
around her, all I can think about, is that I want to make love to her.
I still had my arms around her, and without breaking the kiss, I
lifted her and carried her to the couch. She slipped the sundress off,
and when I undid my pants and dropped them, she grabbed me around the
waist and pushed me onto my back. My cock was in her mouth in an
instant, and what followed was the best oral sex I ever imagined. She
seemed insatiable! She sucked and licked me, played with my balls, and
even wet her finger and played around my rectum. It was terribly
intense, and when I felt myself getting ready for the third time
today, I went to grab her and enter her, but she pushed my hands away
and said, "No, I want it this way, and she stepped up her actions even
more. Her head was bobbing up and down so fast, her hair was whipping
around, and when she felt I was ready to come, she pulled her head
back, and I shot all over her face and neck. We both fell back, and as
I was catching my breath, she closed her eyes, and I watched her as
she rubbed it over her face and chest, stopping every once in a while
to touch her fingers to her tongue. It was the sexiest thing I ever
saw, and I grabbed her and pulled her onto the couch and started to go
down on her. In the past, Sylvia has always welcomed this kind of sex,
but this time she said, "Uhh, Pete, please, I.." 
I had just got between her legs when I smelled something odd. It was a
pleasant, but kind of a medicinal smell, mixed with the moisture of
her arousal. She was obviously turned on, but during that time in the
bathroom, she must have put something down there. 
I looked up at her and asked, "Sylvia, what is that odor, is there
something going on?" 
She grabbed me around the neck, hugged me to her, and it felt like she
was shaking. I wanted to find out what was happening, but she seemed
upset, so I just held her, and we rocked back and forth for a while.
It was a while before she calmed down enough for her to sit back, and
when she did, there were tears in her eyes, and her face was very
sober. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but it obviously wasn't the
right time yet, so I grabbed a cover off the back of the couch, pulled
her next to me and slid the cover over us. It was quite a while before
she started talking, and when she did, what she said was quite a
shock.
She started off with, "I-I'm sorry dear. I almost did something
unforgivable, and I want to apologize."
I started to ask her what she meant, but she put a finger in front of
my mouth and continued, "I want what Kate has. I'd like to be part of
a family. I want a husband and a baby. But I'll be forty years old
before long, and my husband is dying, so it looks like I never will,
and just now I almost did something stupid. I told you that I just got
checked, and that I was free of disease, and that's true. What I
didn't mention was the fact that I'm ovulating right now, and I'm not
on birth control. But don't worry, I took care of it."
"So that was the medicinal odor?"
"Yes. I douched when I was in the bathroom."
She was silent for a minute while I was thinking about what she told
me. Finally, she asked, "Are you angry?"
"No, I'm flattered."
"Flattered, why?"
"That you would consider me to be the father of your child. If I could
afford it, I would love to have a child with you."
Her eyes were glistening when she looked up at me and asked, "Would
you Pete, would you really?"
"Of course I would. You'd make a wonderful mother."
We lay there quietly for a while. Then she put her head on my chest
and threw her leg over me. Her sex was pressed against my side, and
although I wasn't horny, I knew she was, and slowly I began moving
myself against her. I'm not sure she even realized it at first, but
when she started pressing back, and I heard her breathing faster I
knew she was responding, and I reached over and got a condom from my
wallet. She watched me as I slid it on, then she turned on her back
and held her arms out to me. When I got on top of her she moaned
softly, put her arms around my waist, and pulled me deep inside her.
She held me tightly for a few seconds, then she whispered, "Oh God!'
and dropped her arms. 
Slowly at first, then with increasing speed I began to make love to
her. I knew it would be a long time for me, so I concentrated on her.
Her first orgasm came without warning, just a few moments after we
began. She grabbed hold of my waist, threw her head back, and I could
feel the warmness of her fluids washing over my cock. Suddenly I was
overcome with affection for her, and I pulled her to me and covered
her mouth and face with kisses. She cried, "Oh Pete," kissed me back,
and while we were kissing, something unusual happened. I was still
inside her, but I wasn't moving while we were kissing. Suddenly she
put her legs around me, locked her ankles, and it felt like she came
again. When she settled down I asked, "What happened, did I touch a
special spot?"
"No dear, a women's orgasm can be triggered by many things. Sometimes,
just kissing someone you love can do it."
We continued to make love for a while, but I couldn't get what she
said out of my mind. What exactly did that mean? A while later, after
what appeared to be a particularly violent orgasm, she fell back and
squeaked, "I'm exhausted. Let's jump in the pool to rinse off, and
I'll make us something to eat. 
After we got out and dried off, she walked, naked into kitchen. She
grabbed some things from the fridge, and I sat and watched her as she
built some sandwiches. What a fascinating woman. Beautiful, wealthy,
and super-smart! What would it be like to be married to someone like
her?
She must have seen me looking at her in the reflection from the window
over the sink, because without turning, she asked, "Do you like what
you see?"
"Yes, I like it a lot. Did you really mean it when you said you love
me?"
She didn't answer until she finished with the sandwiches. Then she
brought them to the table, sat down and said, "Yes Pete, I do love
you. You push my buttons in a way I never though possible. You're a
wonderful lover and I'm glad to have you as a friend."
She was taking a bite of her sandwich, when I asked, "How about as
your husband?"
She stopped in mid-bite and looked at me. She finished chewing, and by
the time she swallowed, there were tears in her eyes. She reached over
to me and said, "That's the sweetest thing I ever heard. If I weren't
married, and you were a few years older, I'd love to be your wife. But
you don't want someone like me. I've seen some of the girls you've
been with. Sam was a gorgeous girl, that singer you were going with
was spectacular, and Karen seemed like a wonderful person."
She started to say something else, but she stopped and wiped her eyes.
Then she smiled, shook her head, and continued, "I was going to add
that I'm old enough to be your mother, but actually I think I'm a few
months older than she is. I'd love to be with you, but you have way
too much ahead of you to consider getting married to anyone,
especially me."
There seemed to be some sort of finality in her voice. Was she trying
to tell me it was end of us being together? I was nervous when I
asked, "Does this mean that you won't see me anymore?"  
I guess my disappointment showed on my face. She put her sandwich down
and came to me. She took my face in her hands and kissed me, then she
said, "We'll be together again, young man. We'll get together as long
as you want me."

I left a few minutes later, and all the way home I thought about her,
and how lucky I was to have her as a friend and a lover, and I didn't
notice the car parked in my spot behind the garage until I was almost
there. I didn't recognize it, and as soon as my headlights hit it, the
door opened and someone stepped out.

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