Their conversation slowed as they got into some serious eating, though there were times that Sharon seemed more interested in talking, which wasn’t surprising given who she was. Bob couldn’t help but think about the wisecrack he’d fired off on automatic. Yes, she was pretty hot; granted, she was no young model, but she looked nice and had a great body, especially for a woman her age, rounded without being overdone, casual yet wanton. And yes, she was not to everyone’s taste. She talked like Picabo Street on uppers, and even he found it to be a little overwhelming at times, but it wasn’t totally bad because the intent was almost always good natured even when it was bad natured. He knew that he could get depressive at times, so it might be nice to have her infectious happiness around, and he expected he’d get used to it. Love? Love was a tricky word. It would be hard to say that he loved her, not yet anyway, but then he wasn’t totally sure what love meant. At least in terms of having a woman to love, he had no real experience to judge by.

For that matter, while he got along well with his parents these days, it hadn’t always been the case, and they seemed to start getting along better after being separated by a thousand miles. Even now they could often find something to pick at him about or complain about when he was around them, and it wasn’t anything he enjoyed – that had something to do with his visits home having been pretty rare over the years, and always brief. When looked at it from that viewpoint, his relationship with them was something less than total, unrequited love. Love would be a new experience for him, one he wasn’t quite sure how to handle. He wasn’t sure where the line was between like and love, and had no idea of how to find out. Once again, it was a question that couldn’t be answered without diving into things and seeing what happened.

In spite of everything, it wasn’t long before they finished their dinner and dessert, and were heading back to their room. “All right,” she said as soon as they were in the elevator. “I think we’ve established that you’re still planning on heading back to Colorado in the morning, so I’m wondering if you have any plans for the rest of the evening. If you do, I’d hope that they include me.”

“Well, of course,” he grinned. “Mostly, they involve alternating between the bed and the hot tub. I was getting over my aches and pains after our trip out there this afternoon, but now I feel like I’m all stiff again. I’d jump your bones as soon as we get back to the room if you want. But if I had a choice I’d do another round in the hot tub first, if for no more reason than to be able to ride you harder than I could if I did it now.”

“What’s that expression?” she laughed. “You want to ride me hard and put me away wet?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “That’s it exactly. And I think that’s how you want it, too.”

“Oh, I do,” she smiled back at him. “You make it very difficult, Bob. I wanted to feel you in me very badly all through dinner, and I’m afraid I got carried away a little talking about it while we were waiting to eat. I would dearly love to go back, rip our clothes off and make mad passionate love again, but I feel that quality is just as important as quantity. If I can’t have both, which do I want? More or better? As to your feeling stiff, I’m quite sure that there’s something stiff of yours that I’d like to be feeling a little more intimately than I am right now. But perhaps we should forego immediate gratification for the sake of being able to enjoy more of it a little later.”

“You’re saying hot tub, first?”

“Oh, hell,” she snorted. “Why be cute? Let’s have a quickie and try not to kill ourselves, then head down and let the hot tub charge us up for the next round. That way we can eat our cake and still have it, too. Bob, I’m so hot I’m just about ready to do you here in the elevator.”

“We’d probably better not be quite that anxious,” he grinned, just as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. They looked out and saw a family of six, mom and dad and four kids, standing there waiting for the thing. There was something about the family that smelled awfully churchy to him, like they were bothered about missing Sunday evening services tonight. There were four kids who were anxiously looking to experience some life away from their parents, he was pretty sure.

He and Sharon wisely did not say anything for a few moments, in fact until they got back to their room, but he no more than had the door closed than the both broke down in laughter. “Oh, God, the timing,” she howled. “I can just imagine them standing there, when the elevator doors opened, to find us getting it on, me up against the wall, skirt up around my waist as you rammed it into me.”

“Same thought,” he laughed. “Something like this, right?”

He grabbed her, put his arms around her and planted a big, hungry kiss on her mouth. He could feel her arms around him, holding desperately tight as he reached down and pulled the hem of her skirt up. His mouth was still over hers, but he could hear the moan of delight from her throat at the sensation. It wasn’t the best position in the world but he was extremely ready to go, and she was, too. More sounds came, sounds of joy from within her throat, a thumping noise as his hard strokes banged her butt against the wall, and finally a muffled scream as an orgasm overcame her. Very quickly, the violence of the act became tenderness. She slowly relaxed and let her legs down, their mouths still joined, but kissing more gently now that the peak of passion had passed. Finally, their lips separated, and she whispered, “Yeah, something like that.”

“That enough of a quickie for you?”

“It’ll have to do,” she smiled. She got an evil grin on her face and added. “Actually, it’s kind of a shame that they didn’t find us in the elevator like that. It would be more sex education for those kids than they’ll ever get from their parents.”

“I’m sure you’re right,” he said, “but I was thinking more of the praying we’d be hearing. I mean, beyond the screaming bloody murder. I’ve had enough praying for my soul to hold me for a long, long time.”

“Yeah, me too,” she nodded. “That’s part of the reason I wanted to get away from home, too. Your folks are Disciples, right? Mine are Catholic, but it’s the same thing. I couldn’t wait to get away from it, and that’s part of why I don’t want to have to go back and live with my parents. They’re now convinced I ought to be a nun.”

“Boy, you sure don’t qualify for that,” he said. “Speaking of qualify, do you want a post-sex cigarette, or just head down to the hot tub?”

“A cigarette would be nice,” she said, her arms still around him. “But we have to be in bed for it to feel right to me. Let’s let it go for now. We’ll have our chance later.”

“Works for me,” he said, reaching up to unbutton her dress.

It took only a moment for both of them to be nude once again. He had to make do with his still-wet swimsuit from earlier, but she selected the orange, blue, and white string bikini and began to tie it on. It was a bit of a production to get it fastened over her hips correctly, and he wound up helping her with it. “You know, I think that’s sexier on you than the red one,” he said.

“I’m not sure,” she said, checking it out in the mirror. “The red one is more seductive, I think, but this one seems happier, for whatever reason. It must be the pattern. It covers a little more of my butt, too, but only a little more, and less of my boobs, if that’s possible. And when it gets wet, you’re going to be able to see the dark of my nipples right through the fabric.”

“Maybe a little hint,” he smiled. “Maybe that’s part of why it looks sexier. Just more proof of my theory of women’s dress.”

“I have to ask you about that one,” she smiled as she reached for the cover-up that she’d wear down to the hot tub; he hadn’t changed out of his polo shirt from earlier. “What kind of theory is this?”

“Pretty simple,” he said. “I always figured it was material for a doctoral dissertation, if I ever wanted to go for one, which I don’t. PhDs in social fields always seem to be based on some simple observation that’s so damn obvious that no one ever bothered to comment on it until someone wanted to use it as a topic for a dissertation.”

“If it’s so simple, then why aren’t you telling me?”

“Oh, like I said, it’s pretty simple, but something that you’ll want to remember. The sexiness of a woman’s dress increases in direct proportion to the apparent potential for disaster.”

“Apparent potential for disaster?” she frowned. “Oh, I get it. A garment is sexier the more likely it is to fall off.”

“Pretty close,” he agreed. “The more likely it is to appear to be ready to fall off. It can be pretty safe and still look like it’s going to fall off or expose you. And, if it does …”

“… then it’s a disaster,” she smiled. “That’s why a short skirt is sexier than a long one, right? With a short skirt, it’s not the sight of the bare legs, it’s that a girl is going to seem more likely to accidentally give a man a pantie shot. And if he’s lucky, she won’t be wearing panties, right?”

“You have it, right down to the wire,” he smiled. “Compare that bikini you have on to the red one. The red one is pretty safe by comparison, even though it doesn’t cover much. You’d have to yank it down to expose anything. With this one, all you have to do is yank one string, or catch it in something, and it’s a disaster. I mean, someone could sneak up on you, yank one string, and there you’d stand showing your bush to the world.”

“And yes, that would be a disaster,” she smiled, and then added sheepishly, “You know, I think I mentioned this before,” she smiled, “but I’ve never had as much sex in a month as in the past day, and here I am eager for more, possibly more than my body can reasonably take. You did that to me, Bob. By all means, let’s get down to the hot tub, I want to get you wound up for another nice long session. I hadn’t realized I could possibly be this continuously horny, but I’m finding that not only I can, but that I rather like it. Let’s go before I drag you to the bed instead of the hot tub.”

Right at the moment, after that discussion, heading directly to the bed seemed like a really good idea to Bob, but he decided that he really needed to have a little muscle relaxing done before another serious round. In the course of their discussion he had kicked off his shoes and socks, so he stepped into his flip-flops and headed for the door, with her following.

It was a moment’s wait for the elevator, then they started down. Not a word was said, all they had to do was look at each other to break down in laughter. They were still laughing when they stepped out of the elevator and headed for the courtyard. On the way they happened to glance into the restaurant, and again caught sight of the rather stuck-up looking family, the kids not appearing to be having any fun. All Bob and Sharon had to do was to glance at each other again to break down laughing.

Out in the courtyard, they discovered that what they had observed from the restaurant was correct: the place was busy. The pool seemed filled with kids, yelling and romping and raising hell. The hotter of the two hot tubs had a number of people in it; the cooler one had a young couple, maybe in their twenties at a guess. Since they’d again planned on going to the cooler one, it was not an issue. They walked over to it hand in hand and put their few things down. Bob peeled off his shirt while Sharon took off the cover-up. “Hi,” Bob said to the couple. “Hope you don’t mind company.”

“No, come on in,” the guy said. Bob couldn’t help but notice that the girl was plastered up to him like she’d been stuck there with some miracle super glue. “Are you two just getting in to town or heading out?”

“Heading out, tomorrow morning,” Bob replied conversationally. “How about the two of you?”

“We’re going to Florida,” the guy replied. “We’re going on a cruise.”

“It’s our honeymoon,” the girl replied shyly. “We, huh, we, uh …”

“Just got married?” Sharon grinned. “Today?”

“Yes,” she replied, still being rather shy. “We only left the reception a couple hours ago.”

Well, that answered that question in Bob’s mind, but raised another one: had he already jumped her or were they still in the warm up phase? From what he could see of the girl she was wearing a bikini with an extremely high apparent potential for disaster, but he couldn’t see much since she was plastered against the guy so tightly.

“Well, that’s wonderful,” Sharon gushed as she sat down on the edge of the hot tub, and Bob sat next to her. “Was it a nice wedding?”

“Oh, yes, very nice,” the girl said. “We didn’t want all that big a wedding, but both of our mothers got involved, and, well …”

“Things got out of hand,” the guy said. “It was all right, but I wish we’d been able to do it our way. But we weren’t given any choice.”

“That happens sometimes,” Sharon said reassuringly. “But look at it this way. Some day you’ll be able to look back at the wonderful experience that it was, and you’ll have that to share forever. But I sympathize with you. I can’t imagine being the centerpiece of a huge, expensive wedding. I always thought that if I ever got married, I’d just as soon do it while we’re taking a break from playing roulette in Las Vegas.”

“You’re not married?” the girl said, showing a little more attention. “I thought you were, from the way the two of you were with each other.”

“Oh, no,” Sharon replied, taking Bob by the hand again. “Bob and I have never even come close to getting married, to each other or to anyone else. We’ve been friends most of our lives, but we’ve been apart for much of them.”

“Well, I guess I was wrong,” the girl said. “The two of you looked so, well, married, I guess.”

Bob grinned at her. “I’ll bet what you’re trying to say is that a couple of old farts like us just about have to be married, right?”

“No, not that … well, maybe,” she said. “But you seem so comfortable with each other it’s like you’ve been together all your lives.”

“Hardly,” Sharon laughed. “Until about this time last night I hadn’t seen Bob for over twenty years, but we’ve had a busy twenty-four hours. Just because we’re close to being old enough to be your parents doesn’t mean that we can’t have a little fun.”

Yeah, Bob thought, these kids are on the young side, maybe not out of college yet. Sharon and I are close to old enough to be their parents. That was a scary thought when you stopped to think about it. Jesus, the years are passing. What the hell happened?

“Wow,” the girl said. “You’re having a little fling, huh? A quickie romance?”

“Well, sort of,” Sharon grinned. “We don’t have much time so we have to be pretty intense. I’m driving back to Buffalo in the morning, and Bob is heading back to Colorado.”

“We’ll be heading south to Florida for our cruise,” she said, a little more interested now, for some reason.

“How did you guys decide on a cruise?” Sharon asked. “I mean, I suppose it would be all right, but it’s not the kind of thing I would have chosen.”

“Same thing,” the guy snorted. “We wanted to go to a little resort someplace where we could be by ourselves, but our mothers, well, it was their idea, and they crammed it down our throats whether we wanted it or not.”

“I suppose that my mother would have done something like that if I’d ever gotten married,” Sharon said. “I wouldn’t put it past her for a minute, either.”

“Mine either,” Bob agreed. “That’s part of the reason I live in Colorado while they live in Michigan.”

“And why I live in Buffalo while mine live in Florida,” Sharon agreed. “You get to a point in your lives where you just have to declare your independence.”

“Yeah, I guess,” the guy said. “It’s hard for us to do that as we’re still in college, and, well, we don’t have a lot of choice. At least getting married gives us the chance to be together.”

Bob wasn’t real thrilled with the direction that the conversation was going. It was clear that they were heading into a touchy area that they didn’t need to get into a rant about on their honeymoon, although he could see right there that the two kids were going to be facing some problems in the future. Overbearing parents could raise hell with a marriage and he didn’t have to be an old married person to see that. “So where are you going to college?”

“We’re both transferring to Eastern Michigan, in Ypsilanti,” the girl said. “Dale was going to Grand Valley, and I was going to Siena Heights, in Adrian. You’ve probably never heard of it.”

“Why, of course I’ve heard of it,” Sharon smiled. “I graduated from there in ’95. Is Sister Rebecca still in the history department?”

“Sister Rebecca? Of course,” the girl smiled. “She’ll be there until they carry her out feet first. She’s pretty sharp, I liked her.”

“Just out of curiosity, what don’t you like about Eastern Michigan?” Bob asked. “From what I hear it’s a pretty decent school.”

“I guess it is,” the guy – from what the girl had said, his name was Dale – said. “I was getting pretty settled into Grand Valley, I knew where things were, knew the people, and Dawn could have transferred there for less money, but well, I guess the parents …”

“Our parents didn’t want to let us out of their sight,” Dawn replied with a sneer. “I mean, it was like the cruise, they pretty well greased the skids for us and didn’t leave us with much of a choice.”

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