Deem amber lightning with a misty cloud of steam filled Margaret's sauna. The lavender fragrance was just right. She relaxed at one of the sweaty windows slowly using her index finger to curve out his name. She loved her sauna sessions. The way her skin sweated felt like she was letting out all the toxins that had built up in the past week. Interestingly, it felt like emotional baggage was also being evaporated from her spirit. It was airy, she felt lighter, like a feather, giving in to the direction of the wind; this is how her thoughts drifted in her mind.
JACOB...
DAAMN HIM
I told you to totally ditch one night standers after they've outlived their purpose.
He's different though... How he licked my ass... She was obsessed with him and she hated it. How her body couldn't help itself to his advances. Giving in to every touch he advanced. Wanting him to touch her inappropriately because she didn't have the courage to do it herself. She needed his help in this new sensual world.
Her right index finger had somehow found its way to her mouth. She sucked it, slowly shutting her eyes. Relieving the moments they had together in her mind to the least detail.
Those cunning fingers of his...
Her left fingers; middle and index, split her fat hairy wet pussy. Each stroke merging with the memory of how Jacob did it.
'Aaaaaaahh,' she moaned softly as her middle and ring finger disappeared into her flower; her right thumb and index finger now pinching her nipple. Her entire body lit up in pleasure with toes curled and back arched. She was orgasming to the thought of him.
***
Jacob wanted to spend the night with Margaret after their first time making love, but he thought otherwise. It would be too far to reach his place of work in the morning. He didn't want to come out as too needy because he didn't have a car
You have the whole night with her bro why would you leave... Plus you could always take an Uber. Come on dog. He managed to convince himself.
But one half of his passions had been quenched fully. He was still angry at her for the turmoil she'd put him through and was somehow thinking to himself that this was the last time he'd allow to meet up with her. If only he would be able to reign in those emotional passions, brewing inside of him like a darkened sky with heavily pregnant nimbus clouds ready to burst into the Savannah. His emotions for her had grown as irresistible as the point of no return when he's about to cum.
'It's getting late... Do you have to leave?' Margaret asked cuddled in his arms at the backseat.
'I don't want to...' He kissed her again. She responded by kissing him even more passionately
***
Jacob just couldn't stop thinking about Margaret. The day seemed to drug along. All he wanted to do was run back to her. Make love all night long. All the things that were most important to his life seemed less important now. All he could think of was Margaret.
Margaret!
He'd had many relationships but this was absurdly the most passionate he'd been in. Strange because it was okay for a man to be the older one in a relationship but not a woman. However tempting and delicious the trysts were, he understood perfectly well that in the eyes of society; their relationship was not okay. Though he figured that the world was different and even Kris Jenner, the epitome of a 21st century woman had a younger boyfriend with a 29-year age gap(which let's be clear, nobody would mention if she were a man.) She was far mature than any other woman he'd been with; far intellectual, superior in emotional intelligence. He looked up to her in many ways, yet she allowed him to lead, to be the man in the relationship despite the socio-economic dynamics involved.
***
Okay... Focus!
Margaret woke herself up from the daydream pacing gracefully into her office. It was one thirty, deep in the afternoon, her prime time; when the city was buzzing like one giant beehive, an economic jungle. Her bar and restaurant was located strategically at the central business district. Where to rent a space and tap the traffic, one need have the tenacity of a hungrily lion in the Savannah, having to wade of hungry hyenas in order to complete her meal and compensate for the trouble of hunting, and rejuvenate herself until the next meal. Taking her rounds to monitor her baby flourish, she noticed the grey leather boots facing the direction she was headed. She could almost make out his figure. She was certain now that his scent got to her memory.
Jacob!