Watching Jennifer (closed)

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Since the death of his wife several months ago Matt Stone had seriously contemplated whether to keep the house or sell it. So many memories in that house, most of them good. He and Barbara had a great life together for many years. But now that was past. He knew he needed change in his life, but he wasn't sure what changes. Maybe he should sell the house and start anew. However he also knew that selling the house would not fill the void in his heart from losing Barbara.

Matt was still a passionate man. He had a passion for work and was a very successful architect. And he had a passion for play. He loved the outdoors and frequently went camping, hiking, swimming, and kayaking. These activities keep his 6 foot, 185 pound body fit and trim. His work and the loss of his wife, resulted in a few gray hairs, too early in life.

Barbara had been beautiful and sensuous. Always sexy. Always a flirt. She helped make their sex life plentiful and varied. They both loved sex and enjoyed it many ways. When she died, so did his sex life. Matt hadn't had sex, or even seriously looked at a woman since. He knew he needed to get 'back in the saddle'. However he didn't want a replacement Barbara. There wasn't another woman that could replace her. He pondered what he wanted, what he needed. Possibly a younger woman to rekindle his own youthful spirit.

Matt and his wife designed and built their home 20 years ago to take advantage of the view. It was a two story house, on a hill side. The downhill neighbor's house was a single story home, set enough lower down the hill that his home office on the second story of his home had a fabulous view over the neighbor's house of the valley and the hills in the distance.

It also had a view directly into the bedroom of the neighbor's college-age daughter, Jennifer.

Matt Stone:

Jennifer Ford

It was only 10:30pm on a friday night, but Jennifer felt wiped; her body still on Eastern time.

She had met her brother, Jeff, in NYC, for one last Thai lunch before flying out of LaGuardia back to her home in Colorado. She had been staying with him in Jersey City, NJ during her summer internship at Jacobi Designs in NYC. They had commuted together on the Path train. Despite their differing interests- he was a stock broker, and she loved fashion and design, they found they both had a love for the city and all that it had to offer. It was a fast-paced life, though, and it felt surprisingly comforting to now settle back into her old, familiar bedroom.

Her parents had picked her up at the airport and then ordered in her favorite Mexican food. The house was full of floral bouquets and her Mom had put up new summer curtains and had replaced some plants. Jenn noticed that they had removed a few paintings and photographs and replaced them with some new pieces. She really did love this home, and her parents, and she admired her parents for doing their best to keep her world stimulating.

She had brought them each a special present from NYC. Her Dad, a vintage recording of Hank Williams, and for her Mom a picture book from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. They had both been so supportive of her education, as she explored different areas of art and design—fine art, fiber arts, branding, graphic design. Finally, she had just settled on getting a BS in Apparel Design and Merchandising at CSU because she felt it was the most encompassing of her interests. She was now a rising senior.

After kissing her parents good-night, Jennifer headed up to her room with her suitcases. She decided to let the unpacking wait for the morning. She quickly showered and washed and dried her hair. The summers were much cooler here than in the east, less humid, but Jennifer chose one of her favorite sheer, white, short nightgowns. She had bought it with a black panty, but she found that she liked to sleep without underwear.

After unpacking one important bag that held the yarn, fabrics, and lace that she had purchased from NYC, Jenn decided to pull back her bedroom curtains and open her window and let some fresh air into the room and onto the fabrics.

In the distance, she could see a faint light on at Matt Stone’s house, her neighbor up the hill. His wife had died a few months ago, and Jenn made a mental note to check on him tomorrow. Their families had always been close; she had known Matt all her life. Perhaps they could go out to lunch, or he could stop by their pool while her parents were at work.

Jenn left the curtains and window open, pausing to look at the clear sky and drink in the quiet, night sounds of cicadas and owls- something she had forgotten about in NYC. The light breeze felt wonderful as it brushed the sheer fabric of her gown against her skin. She stretched her arms above her head, resting them on the window ledge.

Yes, it felt good to be home.

Matt Stone

Matt never tired of staring at the panoramic view out the large picture window in his second floor home office. He had designed the house years ago and this picture window had always been his favorite feature. Often he would take a seat by the window in the evening after a day's work, dim the room lights, and watch the show. As the sun set behind the distant hills, the light in the valley would change rapidly. The shadows would lengthen. The colors would change. And as the sky grew dark, lights in the distant houses and downtown buildings would come on, appearing to twinkle like stars in the night sky.

Today had been a long, productive day for Matt. He had begun work on designing the office build-out for a law firm moving into a prestigious high-rise office tower. Office build-out design was a good steady source of work for Matt. While he most enjoyed doing new construction design, especially designing large expensive homes, office build-out design was a continual source of income as office buildings constantly had turnover in tenants. And build-out for a top tier client such as a law firm, often paid the best.

He anticipated this particular client, Lockhart & Florrick, would present a particular challenge for Matt. Lockhart & Florrick was an upcoming law firm comprised mostly of women and they would be more particular about the interior design details, the colors and textures for the floors, walls and window treatments. Matt, like eight percent of the male population, was slightly color-blind which resulted in some color perception problems. In the past, his wife Barbara had helped him with his design schematics and conceptual drawings to ensure the colors were correct. Now that Barbara was gone, he wondered whether his skills alone would be good enough for the client.

This evening he stayed by the window to watch the show longer than usual while thinking about his latest project and how he missed Barbara. He needed someone to help him with work. And he also needed someone to fill the void of a lost intimate companion. Yes, he knew he had to find someone, or some ones to help him, and to be with him.

His attention was caught by a light that came on in the neighbor's window. "Ah, yes, Jennifer is home from college." he remembered. He could see shadows move on the curtains as someone, possibly Jenn, moved about the room. Matt recalled Jennifer's mother telling him some time ago that Jenn was studying arts and design in school. He had a fleeting thought that possibly Jenn could assist him, maybe just for this one project, a summer internship of sorts.

As he watched her window, lost in many thoughts, the curtains were suddenly thrown apart and the window opened. And there she was, not the little girl he has known for years, but a beautiful young woman dressed only in a sheer, white, short nightgown. She was a vision of sensuality.

Matt felt a stirring in his loins, a sensation he hadn't felt for months.

Jennifer slept for a solid ten hours. By the time she had awoken, her parents had left her a note stating that they were out antiquing for the day and would probably return around dinner time.

Jenn threw on some shorts and hiking boots and took Baldwin, their dog, for a hike in the nearby mountains. She usually ran into someone she knew and the trail was never isolated nor overly crowded. It was one of her favorite spots. She drank in the beauty of all the green, the lakes, the curious hikers, while being aware of the presence of bears. After two and a half hours she returned home and was hungry.

Oh! Lunch!

Jenn decided to call Matt’s number.

Matt, hi, it’s Jennifer.

Yes, yes, I’m home for the summer now. I had a great time, thanks. Listen, I have the house to myself, and I was just going to make lunch and lounge at the pool. Would you like to join me and we can catch up?

Matt was deep into his work when the phone rang. When he heard Jenn's voice his mind filled with that vision of her in that sexy, sheer negligee. His cock twitched, which surprised him. Jenn was the girl next door. Why did her voice trigger such a reaction?

"Yes. I would like lunch and maybe a dip in the pool." he replied to Jenn.

"Can I bring anything?" he continued.

"Ok, I'll meet you out on the patio in about 30 minutes."

He hung up the phone but the vision of her stayed in his head. He could clearly remember how she appeared in the window the previous night. She was beautiful, shapely and sensuous. He enjoyed watching her, the way she moved gracefully around her bedroom. The sight of her had stirred sexual feelings.

Matt was greatly conflicted by his thoughts about Jennifer. She was the neighbor's daughter, the girl next door that he had known for years. Matt and Barbara had even babysat Jenn which she was a small child. He knew he shouldn't have any sexual thoughts about her.

She had been so sweet to think about him and invite him over for lunch. In the back of his mind, there was this thought the maybe with her artistic skills she could assist him with his current build-out office design project. Lunch presented an opportunity to discuss the possibilities.

But he had been watching her, a voyeur having sexual thoughts as he had watched her. 'Did she know I was watching?' he wondered. 'What would she think about me if she knew?'

Matt caught himself lost in thought and wasting time. He went to the bedroom and changed into his swim trunks and polo shirt.

Thirty minutes later he walked over to the Ford's home and let himself into the back patio through the gate in the privacy fence.

"Hi Jennifer. It has been a long time since I last saw you." Matt said, knowing that it was not totally true.

Jennifer had quickly changed into her red bikini, stuffing her long, brown, ombre shaded hair into a loose bun. The bikini barely fit her, but she hadn’t had an opportunity to go shopping. She had brought out some chilled shrimp, pasta salad, fresh berries and cantaloupe, and a basket of bread and butter, and a few pitchers of juice and water with lemon.

She streamed Kaki King, but lowered the volume so it was barely audible.

When she heard the gate door creak, she slipped a sarong around her waist and greeted Matt in her bikini.

“Hi! It’s great to see you,” Jenn said, hugging him hello, while being careful not to tip the bowl of coleslaw in his hands.

“C’mon back, I think I have everything all set up on the table. I didn’t eat breakfast, so I’m ravenous. I’m going to fix a plate for myself, but feel free to just graze if you like. We can eat under the umbrella or sit on lounge chairs. Any preference? I may need some sunscreen assistance, though.”

Matt looked surprisingly well. Jennifer had been so used to seeing him with Barbara. They had been so affectionate with one another, always holding hands and kissing. But, Matt looked fit and content and had his attention focused on her. Perhaps she looked different after spending time in NYC. Jenn supposed it had been months, really, since he had seen her from her last Winter break from college.

Jennifer took the bowl of coleslaw from Matt and put it on the table with the other items. He stood there just staring at her, taking in her beauty. Her brief hug greeting him was probably intended to be innocent, but it set tingles throughout his body. He felt confused by his feelings for her.

She turned back to face him, waiting for an answer to her questions about lunch, her hands on her hips as if posing for him. He gazed into her bright blue eyes for a moment and then slowly let his eyes wonder over her body. He noticed her friendly smile, her long brown hair pulled into a messy bun, and then lowered his eyes to her shapely body. She had full round breasts, either a C or D cup which fit her frame perfectly, a taut stomach, curvy hips, and long lean legs that started with her cute little feet and came all the way up to a booty he felt an urge to grab. Even wrapped in the sarong, he could make out the details of her shapeliness.

He closed his eyes and shook his head to break the trance. He kept telling himself that he had to stop thinking about her sexually. But so incredibly sexy she appeared to him. He hadn't thought about or looked at a woman sexually in months, and now he was acting like a teenager in heat staring at his neighbor's daughter.

"Lunch! You asked about lunch." he tried to regain his composure. "I am also ravenous. Let's take some lunch and sit under the umbrella. We can sun and swim later."

Jenn turned back to the table of food and began serving herself. Matt stood next to her and scooped some of the pasta salad, coleslaw, and berries onto his plate. He also took two pieces of bread and poured a glass of juice.

"What is that fabulous music?" he asked "I love a skilled guitar player."

"You like this?" Jenn replied. She appeared pleased that he liked her choice of music. "That's called 'Gay Sons of Lesbian Mothers', one of my favorite songs by Kaki King."

"Will you turn it up a bit so we may enjoy it?" Matt was showing interest in her music and wanted to better hear the artist, but hoped it would not be so loud it would hinder a conversation. He was pleased that she turned it up only a bit.

They sat at the table and began to eat in silence. Each were catching glimpses of the other, as if meeting someone for the first time. Matt felt it strange to behave this way with someone he had known for 20 years, but then again this was not the little girl he had known. This was a beautiful, thoughtful, and mature woman sitting across the table. Someone he really wanted to know more about.

"I understand you are studying art and design back East." Matt started a new conversation. He was still wondering whether she would like to assist him on his current project. "How are your studies going, and what would you like to do once you graduate?"

Jennifer felt a nervous, awkward feeling in her stomach. She wasn’t used to being with Matt just one on one. He seemed equally unsettled, although he was polite as always.

Jennifer shook her head.

“No, I’m studying Apparel and Merchandising here at the state university. Everything is going well. But, the best internships are in NYC, so that’s where I was for the past six weeks. I stayed with Jeff and we had a blast. I felt like a real working person. I’ll probably visit him again over a long weekend if I have enough bonus points. But, it’s nice to be home for the remainder of the summer. So, how are you?”

Jennifer could only imagine how crushing Barbara’s death must have been for Matt. He probably felt like he had lost his best friend and lover. She was such a funny, warm, spontaneous, and attractive woman. It was hard to imagine Matt with anyone else.

Jennifer buttered a large piece of bread and scooped up some shrimp with it. She eyed Matt, hoping to ease the seriousness of the conversation.

“I must confess - I love my carbs. I eat my portion and everyone else’s!” Jen admitted, dabbing the crumbs from her mouth with her napkin.

Matt was enjoying his lunch, especially the pasta salad, one of his favorites. And the music was helping him to feel more at ease. He had been flustered, somewhat awkward when he first arrived on the patio and was in such close proximity to Jennifer. He now recognized that these were the feelings he experienced many years ago, the last time he courted a woman. Those feelings, that excitement was all coming back. It startled him a bit that he had failed to recognize what was happening in his head, and the physical reactions of his body.

"I really love this salad." Matt said while holding a fork with the pasta salad. "Barbara made this for me. Yours tastes exactly like hers. It is delicious."

When he was done eating, Matt backed away from the table and leaned back in his chair. He looked directly into Jennifer's eyes as he spoke.

"You asked how I am doing. To be honest, I struggle to get through each day. Losing Barbara so suddenly, so tragically is still hard to deal with. I have thrown myself into my work, often working six or seven days a week."

Matt knew that he was unloading a lot of emotions on the younger woman. However she had asked and he assumed she was sincere in wanting to know. He continued, trying to carefully choose his words.

"But I miss her, I miss her companionship. I know that I need to get out more, be with other people. I still try to get out to the park and go hiking, biking, and swimming, but I am still alone. I know I need to be with other people more."

He paused a moment and then added. "Sorry I rambled on so. Do you want to swim or catch some sun?"

“Yes, I love this salad, too, thanks. I actually think we got the recipe from Barbara and we adapt it to what we have in the house. I think a tiny bit of fresh garlic and fresh parsley were her secret ingredients.”

Jennifer was surprised at Matt’s frankness, but not his experience.

“Yes, I’m sure it’s been a huge shock in your life. And I can understand why you would keep yourself busy. Grief is private and it’s not on a timeline. Well, perhaps it’s just best to start hanging out with people who know you well. . . like me,” Jennifer said with a wink.

She poured herself more lemon water and took a gulp, eyeing Matt’s physique. Indeed, he was handsome and in excellent shape.

“Yes, let’s catch some sun. You’re welcome to spend the afternoon with me if you’d like. I’m just going to take it easy today. Would you like me to grab a book or magazine for you from inside? I don’t want to be bad company, but sometimes I get so relaxed out here that I fall asleep.”

Jennifer smoothed out her towel on the lounge chair and shook the bottle of sunscreen.

Matt watched as Jennifer moved about, positioning the lounge for some sunbathing. When she leaned over to smooth the towel, her shapely buttocks were directly in front of Matt. In that sexy red bikini, her bottom had the effect of a matador's red cape being waved in front of a bull. Feelings of lust welled up inside Matt. He always appreciated a fine, curvy ass, and indeed Jennifer had a very fine, curvy ass. Again he shook his head to clear the thoughts.

Then he reconsidered his feelings. Was it really that wrong to have these thoughts about her? She had just suggested that he should be hanging out with her. She was a grown woman, he could clearly see that. And she was expressing understanding and caring about him.

"May I help with the sunscreen?" he asked her.

She handed him the bottle and turned her back towards him. He squirted some of the lotion onto his palm and rubbed his hands together to warm the liquid. After a few moments, he gently placed his hands upon her shoulders and started to smear the sunscreen onto her smooth skin. Touching a woman, touching Jenn specifically, felt so wonderful. Other than a handshake, he hadn't touched a woman in months. A wave of pleasure washed over his body. He realized how much he missed these feelings, and he smiled from the pleasure of the moment.

Matt continued to apply the sunscreen to Jennifer's back, slowly moving from one spot to another. He slid his fingers under the thin strap of her bikini top to ensure the lotion was applied to all her flesh in an even way. As his fingers made their way down her lower back, Matt thought about how pleasurable it was being with her, and touching her.

He wondered how he could spend more time with her.

Jennifer shut her eyes, enjoying the warm sun above her, and Matt’s patient, meticulous application of the lotion. She had always loved when other people would apply lotion to her back, but most people rushed the job. Matt’s touch felt wonderful and sensuous and it made her feel relaxed.

Or, perhaps it was just the scent of the Coppertone that put her in a very happy place. It was hard to say and she didn’t want to think about it too much.

After Matt finished, Jennifer turned back around to face Matt who had a soft smile on his face. She tugged on her top, rearranging it to a comfortable position.

“How about you? Would you like me to apply some sunscreen to your back? My dad hates the stuff, but my Mom and the dermatologist have finally convinced him to use it!”

Jennifer laughed, recalling her mother’s frustration that her Dad would listen to a doctor, but not to her.

Matt looked at her beautiful face, especially those wonderful blue eyes, and with a smile on his face he replied, "Yes, I would very much like for you to do my back. But first, let we wash off my hands."

He stepped over to the edge of the pool, knelt down and rinsed his hands in the cool water. Standing, he turned back towards Jennifer, shook his hands dry, and then grabbing the hem of his polo shirt he slowly raised it over his head exposing his trim, athletic body. Matt had always been a fitness buff, enjoying many types of outdoor activities to keep his body in excellent physical condition. He was most proud of his tight abs.

Walking back towards Jennifer, he paused by the table which still had the bowl of berries. He took a plate and placed two large plump strawberries on it. Then standing before her, he lock his eyes upon hers. Slowly he took a strawberry and raised it to his own lips. He could smell the sweet fragrance of the fruit. As the fruit touched his lips, he had a vision that it was Jenn's lips touching his. His body tingled. His lips parted and he took a bite of the luscious fruit.

"Mmmmm. " he said, almost like a moan. "Tasty."

Taking a second bite, he finished the berry and placed the little green leaf crown back on the plate.

Then Matt picked up the second strawberry and lifted it to Jenn's lovely lips.

Jennifer smiled with a mix of confusion and amusement. Matt had been staring straight at her when he bit into the ripe, juicy strawberry as if it was the most delicious delicacy. As if she was the most delicious delicacy and he wanted to taste her. It gave Jennifer a fluttery feeling inside. Was Matt really attracted to her?

After chewing the strawberry slowly, he held the other strawberry to her lips.

Jenn blushed and opened her mouth slightly, taking a few bites from the fresh strawberry.

“Mmm, that is delicious. Especially when an attractive man feeds me fruit. Matt, you’re such a flirt!” Jennifer joked.

Jennifer motioned for Matt to lie flat on the lounge chair.

“Okay, c’mon lie down; let’s not let those muscles get burned.”

Jenn placed a generous amount of lotion onto her hands and massaged the majority of it along the top of Matt’s shoulders and arms – prime spots for burning. Eventually, she massaged another generous, smooth layer of lotion along his middle and lower back. She carefully slipped his trunks a little bit lower and applied sunscreen to his covered skin just in case his trunks slipped or shifted and his skin was exposed. She then folded the waistband upwards again.

“Ok, I think you’re covered. I think I’ll lie on my tummy, too.”

Jennifer stretched out on her chair and released the ties on the back of her top and around her neck. She knew Matt wouldn’t care, and her breasts were crushed into the lounge chair anyway. Whenever possible, Jennifer liked to obtain a full, even tan.

Jennifer shut her eyes, stretched her arms around the chair, and focused on the music.

“This is soooo relaxing. Just what I need right now…Oh wait, I forgot to get the back of my legs. Matt, would you mind, just coating that area real quick?"

Matt loved the sensations he felt as her gentle hands spread the lotion on his back. Being touched by a woman, especially a beautiful, young lady such as Jennifer, was a real pleasure. And he thought that she worked very deliberately as if she really wanted to please him. 'Did she know how much pleasure she was giving him?' he thought. Yet she was only applying sunscreen.

Then she stretched out on the lounge next to him, close enough to touch each other and without hesitation unfastened her top, letting the ties fall away from her perfect, tender flesh. She was exposing the side of her breast to him. He could image her teasing him, asking him if he wanted to see more. 'Yes' he thought 'I would like to see more.' He felt his cock twitch against the lounge as he lay face down.

He realized that all her actions were so innocent, yet he imagined her intentions as something other than innocent. He felt that he could safely wish that her intentions were not innocent. He wondered whether she could actually be attracted to him. He knew he was good looking, he was attractive. But he was somewhat older than she was. 'Did it matter to her? And what type of relationship might lie ahead for the two of them?'

When she asked if he would apply lotion to the back of her legs, what he was hearing was that she wanted him to touch her again. He was eager to do so.

"Yes!" he told her as he sat up and turned towards her while trying to nonchalantly adjust his trunks to hide his swelling manhood. "Indeed you need to have your gorgeous legs protected from the sun."

Matt scooted down to the end of the lounge and began applying lotion to her feet. He would squeeze some onto his hands, and rub them together to warm the lotion before gently rubbing it onto her skin. He intentionally worked slowly, again enjoying having the opportunity to touch her, to feel her tender young flesh. He rationalized that he needed to work slowly so as to apply a consistent layer of lotion and to not miss any spots. He did her feet, then her ankles, and moved up over her calves and the backside of her knees.

As he began to apply lotion to the backs of her thighs, he wondered what she was feeling and thinking. He could feel his own heart flutter and a tingle run through his body. It was a sensual touch and he hadn't realized how much he missed touching a woman. He ran his fingers with more lotion over the outsides of her thighs and hips, then back over the thighs to the inside edges. Slowly, ever so slowly he used his thumbs and worked the lotion into the flesh along the insides of her thighs, almost as if expecting her to protest and ask him to stop. But she didn't. Instead she rocked her lower body back and forth which caused her legs to spread further apart as if inviting him to continue.

His thumbs crept closer to the red fabric that covered her crotch. It was thrilling for him to be touching a woman this way, so close to her sex. Just before reaching the apex between her legs, he moved his hands sideways and along the gentle crease between the top of her legs, and the curve at the bottom of her cute little ass. As the bottom edge of her bikini did not fully cover the curve of her ass, he felt compelled to apply lotion there, to run his fingers over her ass. Using a bit more lotion he allowed his fingers to slowly run along the edge of the fabric, and then as she had done to him, he pushed the cloth a bit higher and ran his fingertips just under the fabric and slowly slid his fingers over her bottom.

When he was finished he paused, his fingers still resting on her skin. His heart was racing. He could feel every heartbeat. She lay quiet and still. He wondered what she was thinking, what was she feeling. He had a sense that emotions ran high for both of them, but he wasn't sure.

He pulled the edge of her bikini bottoms back into place and gave her a playful little spank.

"All done!" he announced. "You won't get burned down there."

Matt then returned to laying face down on his lounge next to her.

"It is so nice being out here with you." He said. "Any time you need more lotion, please feel free to ask me."

After a pause he added "Or ask for anything else you want."

Jennifer almost shivered with surprise and pleasure, despite the heat, when Matt had lifted her bikini bottom and covered her with lotion. She had felt so relaxed, and then he bolted her out of her reverie when he “spanked” her playfully.

“Well, thank you for covering me thoroughly in lotion. But, I won’t be asking, and nor do I deserve any spankings, playful or not. I am both naughty and nice, I’m sure, but I am most definitely a woman and not a child. In case you’re curious, I much prefer a playful squeeze or caress.”

Jennifer felt badly for saying this, but she didn’t want it to happen again . . .especially, if they were going to hang out alone together this summer. She wondered if Matt and Barbara’s sex life had been wild. Probably. She wished she liked it . . . wilder, but she felt fairly traditional in her sexual taste.

Jennifer sighed happily and glanced back at Matt, hoping he wouldn’t be offended. He really was handsome, kind, ever-cheerful, and had always treated her so well. He seemed to be attracted to her.

Jennifer felt her pussy pulse with excitement. She shut her eyes and fantasized about Matt cutting off her bikini bottom, flipping her around so that her legs were on his shoulders as he teasingly pulsed into her while holding her hips steady. As he pulsed, he’d touch her hot button ever so gently, until she was moaning, and then cresting and finally orgasming. And then Matt would lose himself, too, exploding inside of her, as he watched her orgasm, and cry out with pleasure. And he would speak encouragingly all the way through it. . . maybe even a little dirty talk.

Oh God, Jennifer, get your mind out of the gutter! Matt just lost his wife. He’s lonely and he’s not even thinking straight.

But Jennifer couldn’t deny that she enjoyed Matt’s touch and his company. And maybe. . . teasing him just a little bit. He seemed to be happy around her and that made her feel good. She knew Barbara would want him to be happy and continue to live a full, vibrant life.

"It's nice spending time with you, too, Matt. I'm glad you enjoy my company," Jenn said, dreamily.

'Whoa!' Matt thought to himself. Jennifer's comment that she did not deserve a spanking, and that she was not a child, grabbed his attention. 'This is NOT Barbara.' he realized. 'This is Jennifer, a totally different woman.'

Matt remembered that part of the sexual play he enjoyed with Barbara was giving her an occasional sensual spank. Sometimes during foreplay he would give her a few sharp stinging spanks and those would create such a tingle that it made her wet. And other times, a spank during sexual intercourse triggered a powerful orgasm for her. He knew that Barbara loved that.

However, Matt also knew that each person has their own likes and dislikes. And Jennifer was not Barbara. And Matt should not, could not think of Jennifer as another Barbara if he wanted to develop any sort of relationship with her. If he was falling in love with Jenn, he would have to give her his complete attention, treat her as her own person, and if the time came, give her his complete love.

It then hit Matt like a ton of bricks. If he wanted a close loving relationship with Jennifer, he would have to mentally bury and forget Barbara in order to give his all to Jennifer. Jennifer deserved that.

'Am I really falling in love with her that quickly?' he wondered. Yes, they had known each other for many years, but then again only met as potential lovers this day. They had so much to learn about each other.

Matt looked over at Jenn laying on the lounge next to him. She was so lovely, and so beautiful with those bright blue eyes looking back at him. And she had just told him that if he was curious, she preferred a playful squeeze or caress on her bottom. 'Yes,' he thought 'I would love to caress and squeeze her cute ass.' And she had admitted that she thought it nice to spend time with him. It appeared that she was reaching out to him and this touched his heart.

Many times over the past months since he lost Barbara he had thought about moving forward with his life. Barbara would want that. He needed to get out more, start dating, and find someone to spend time with. And doing so likely would require that he let go of Barbara so that he could fully give himself to a new love.

And right now that new love may be laying just inches away, smiling at him.

Tears formed in his eyes at the thought of letting go of Barbara. He closed his eyes and turned his head away from Jenn while he thought. This was a major turning point. He had to decide here and now whether he was going to continue to live in the past, or if it was time to move forward.

He turned back to face Jennifer and he gave her a big smile.

"I love spending time with you too, Jennifer."

Jennifer smiled in acknowledgment and then shut her eyes and drifted off for a while. She discretely tied her bikini top and flipped over.

She glanced at Matt who was just rousing from a nap, too.

“It’s getting a little hot. I think I’m going to take a dip in the pool and cool off. Would you like to join me?” Jen asked, rising.

Jen glanced at the deep end and considered whether to get the large raft that her parents liked to use to float and cuddle. Matt would probably enjoy it, but she thought he might take the closeness the wrong way and decided against it.

"Yes, I would like to join you." Matt replied as he rose from his lounger and followed Jennifer into the pool. His skin had become hot and sweaty while laying in the sun. He knew the water would be cooler and would feel so good. He also wanted to stay close to Jennifer. He was becoming quite attracted to her.

"This water feels great." he told Jenn as they swam and floated in the water. Matt could feel his skin tingle and he wondered how much of that sensation was caused by the cool soothing water or by the pleasure of being with Jennifer. It didn't really matter, he was greatly enjoying himself.

Matt remembered seeing a large float near the pool just before he got into the water. It would be fun to float on the water, and maybe Jenn would join him. They could be close together, likely touching. And he liked the thought of that.

"Can we use the float?" he asked as he climbed out of the water to get the float. He didn't really wait for an answer. It was more a rhetorical question. Why would there be a float by the pool if it wasn't there to be used was his thinking. He put the float in the pool, splashed it with some water to cool the surface, and then flipped it over to cool the plastic surface some more. Then, as gracefully as he could, he climbed aboard the float. Laying face down he hand-paddled over towards Jenn.

"Care to join me?" he asked Jenn with a broad smile on his face. "I'll try to hold this steady while you get on."

Jennifer dipped her body and head under the water to cool her head and smooth her hair away from her face. As she surfaced, she could feel her breasts bob within her bikini top.

“Sure, I’d love to join you. It’s a nice float.”

As gracefully as she could, Jennifer hoisted herself onto the float while Matt held it steady with his body and hands. There was just barely enough room for them both to lie flat without touching each other. But, since it was much more comfortable and natural to snuggle and touch bodies, Jennifer chose to lie on her side and rest part of her body against Matt’s chest, side, and leg. He had a nice, firm, fit body which was a nice contrast against her own soft curves.

“Are you comfortable? I can lie flat if you like, ” Jennifer asked.

It was hard to shake the image of her parents cuddling and kissing on the raft. She knew it was probably a tease to have her body so close to Matt’s, perhaps inappropriate, but it had been his suggestion and desire. And she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed their innocent flirtation. She hadn’t had a steady boyfriend since the Spring semester and the sun and pool always made her feel horny. She smiled at the idea of lying over Matt, her breasts barely touching him, as they made out on the raft.

What a silly fantasy! Since when did she have sexual tease fantasies? Maybe it was the sun and the jet lag. Or, it was time to date again!

"This is a nice float." Matt said as he stared up into the sky. What he really liked about the float was that it was big enough for both of them, but small enough that it practically forced them to lie touching each other. And he really liked having her that close to him.

Jenn had chosen to lay on her side, her back to Matt, and she pressed herself against him, from the side of his chest, down his hip and along his leg. There was considerable contact between her body and his, and he realized that it felt so good, that SHE felt so good. He could easily envision them laying in bed together like this after a long session of making tender love.

'Oh my gosh!' he thought, 'How can it be that we are just becoming re-acquainted and I'm already thinking about making love with her? Thoughts in my head are moving so fast. Could it be that fate brought us together? What is she thinking? She may be just so young and innocent. Could it be that some unknown cosmic forces are at work?' Thought after thought raced through his mind.

These thoughts, emotions, and the feelings inside his body and head scared him. Matt was used to being a person in control of himself. This was such a totally new experience.

'Stop it! Just stop it!' he found himself shouting at himself inside his own head. 'Stop over-thinking this. Another opportunity like this may not come along anytime soon. Just relax and enjoy the moment.'

And so he decided to do just that. Matt rolled over onto his side, spooning behind Jenn, shaping his body to hers, creating contact from his chest against her back, his groin pressed against her curvy booty, his legs against her legs all the way down to his feet against her feet.

He nuzzled his face into her wet hair covering the nape of her neck. He placed his hand gently on her shoulder and then ever so softly traced a line down her arm with his fingertip.

Again the vision of the two of them together, naked, and lying in bed spooning like this filled his imagination. This vision caused his cock to pulse while pressed into the crack of her ass, only two thin layers of fabric separated his flesh from her flesh.

'Did she feel that?' he wondered. 'What might she think of me?'

Jennifer sighed and shut her eyes as Matt nuzzled into her. She could feel his warm breath against her neck. He caressed her arm, innocently, as if they both had nothing to do, lazing in the sun on a raft. . . it felt nice. It was nice to have physical closeness with a man without an insistence on sex.

“Mmm. . . that’s soothing, Matt.” Jenn shifted slightly on the raft and felt her ass brush against Matt’s groin.

And then she thought she felt the slightest twitch behind her and opened her eyes. No, it must be her imagination.

Jennifer tried to think of a neutral topic for conversation.

“I’m probably going to be working on my fashion projects while I’m at home this summer. I’ll probably sell them on the Fashionista. But, if you know of someone who has a very short term project that might require an artist’s eye, can you let me know? The upside to this is that I’ll be free if you want to have any more extended lunches or dinners or would like to take a day trip. I’d also like to stay in shape and I might take a yoga weekend retreat, if I make a lot in sales. But, that's more of a chick thing,” Jen said with a chuckle.

"Actually I may have just that sort of project."

Matt was relieved that Jenn didn't call him a dirty old man and dump him off the raft and into the pool. Having some work to talk about would reduce the sexual tension that had built-up in his body. He also had to get his mind out of the gutter.

"I am doing an office build-out design for a high end group of attorneys. Basically designing their offices within an existing high-rise office tower. Besides designing the office layout, walls, doorways, reception areas, conference rooms and break area, I also need to include the interior design. That would include wall, floor, and window treatments, the colors, textures, fabrics and the like."

Matt paused to catch his breath and to see if there was an immediate response. Hearing none, he continued.

"The law firm is almost exclusively women, and they are more sensitive to the fine details of the interior design, in addition to the functional use of the office space. I really need a woman's point of view, and someone with knowledge of artistic design concepts to help with this project. I think this can be done in four to six weeks, the hours are flexible, and I will pay well."

"Might you be interested?"

Matt backed away from Jenn, giving her some space in case she wanted to roll back to face him. While he had been talking, he couldn't see her face and he had no clue whatsoever what her reaction was to his proposal. He thought it would be wonderful is she would consider working with him. It also dawned on him that if she turned him down, he might experience have his first romantic heartbreak in over 20 years, and they hadn't even kissed. Returning to the dating scene could be very difficult.

Jennifer delicately turned over on the raft to make eye contact with Matt.

“Oh Matt, I’m honored that you would trust me, a complete novice with such a major project. But, I just don’t feel qualified or experienced enough to work on something from the ground up. I really think you need to find a specific designer who works on office interiors. My Mom may even have some contacts for you. What you’re asking is just beyond my knowledge and comfort level as an artist. I have no experience in interior design, no less the perfect environment for lawyers who I do not even know personally. I’d probably even do a formal survey of the lawyers and ask them what their ‘dream’ work environment would contain and incorporate some of those elements. Ask about productivity, too. Work flow. Do they like to literally sleep or rest during their workday? I would try to go above and beyond what they can even imagine for themselves. And then, of course, you need the nitty, gritty details of what types of desks and conference areas they like and design those areas for function and purpose.”

The more Jennifer spoke, the more energized she felt about the idea. But, she knew this project was way too big for her. And shopping and sourcing the nitty-gritty sounded much too involved, especially since she did not have an industry discount.

“How about this? Find an interior designer that you do trust. Have her draw up her plans, and then my Mom and I can weigh in once you show us the building and if we meet a few of the lawyers? I think it really needs to reflect their personalities and their brand. . . as I’m sure a good designer would do. But, I really think if you find a good designer, you can and should trust her. Perhaps you’re used to Barbara doing this job, but it might be good for you- personally and professionally- to work collaboratively with others.”

Jennifer touched Matt’s face gently.

“I hope you can understand my hesitancy to take on this huge responsibility. I’m just definitely not the right person at this point in my career for this project.”

Matt tried to hide his disappointment, but he was sure that it showed in his face. He was never good at concealing his emotions.

"Thank you for being honest with me." Her hand had lingered on his cheek, so he took her hand in his and held it. Touching her, feeling her soft skin felt so good.

"I do need to find an experienced artist and designer to help with this important project. You are correct that Barbara used to help me with these matters."

Matt glanced at his watch and bolted upright, nearly toppling off the float.

"Oh my gosh! Where did the time go?" He spoke hurriedly as he eased himself off the float and made way to the edge of the pool. "I'm so sorry. I need to run. I have a conference call in twenty minutes. Sometimes work never waits."

He climbed out of the pool and used a towel to dry off. Realizing that he was being rude, he turned back towards Jennifer and spoke in a calmer voice.

"I want to thank you for lunch, and the dip in the pool. I really had a great time and I hope we can do this again." He paused and then added an afterthought, "I hope I can see you again REAL soon." Matt flashed a big smile at Jenn and gave her a quick wave goodbye.

Stepping into his sandals, he pulled on his shirt and made haste for the gate as he headed home.