To my lovely jin – 2

One of the few nice things about having turned eighteen was the fact I’d been given a bit more freedom. As long as I kept my grades up and certainly graduated in a few weeks, mom and dad didn’t pester me nearly as much as to my whereabouts. Knowing they weren’t home, I called and left them a message while Jin fixed the two of us something to eat. I explained I was staying at a friend’s house (which was the truth) though I’m not sure they’d have been too terribly excited to discover which friend’s house I was staying the night at. Once I made the phone call, I entered the kitchen, still naked…though so was Jin.

It felt comfortable as hell. And even after three very intense orgasms now…not for her, for me! I still felt my prick lurch just a bit when I walked in and saw her standing there busy at the stove. In a way…in a very remarkable way, it felt like we’d been doing this for years. And in some ways, we really had…just not naked.

I walked up behind her, kissing her on the neck, my hands on her hips. To my pleasant surprise, she reached down, taking them in her hands and lifted them up to her breasts. “Whenever you find yourself in a similar situation again, just walk up and wrap them around me, and grab my tits,” she told me. “I miss that.”

Obviously she was talking about Thomas, Uncle Thomas, but I was ok with that. I knew she still missed him, obviously they had had quite a remarkable, intimate, sensual relationship while they were together. This side of Jin that she was only now allowing me to see, wasn’t something that just suddenly happened. This was a part of who she truly was. A side of her that she hadn’t allowed, or perhaps hadn’t dared allow herself to indulge in since his death…for whatever reason.

I stood behind her cupping her breasts, playing with them, and felt my cock stiffening against the fleshy cheeks of her ass. She laughed while she stirred the spaghetti sauce. “You do have one distinct advantage over men my age,” she giggled further. “Those recuperative powers of youth are amazing!”

With one hand still stirring, she reached back with her other hand, and then began simultaneously stirring something else. Now it was my turn to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” She asked.

“The spoon Jin, you’re stirring with a wooden spoon!”

We had a good laugh over that, and then she asked me to go open a bottle of wine so we could have a drink before…and then with dinner. When I returned with the wine pouring us both a glass, she then turned holding the spoon up to me so I could have a taste of her world-class spaghetti sauce. It was in fact delicious, and my mouth was now salivating almost as much for that, as it was for what I hoped we’d be having for dessert later.

After having helped to set the table, I turned towards her once again. And again, she stood holding the spoon out towards me, one hand beneath it in order to catch any drippings. “Here, taste this and tell me what you think now.”

I walked over, opened my mouth in expectation and looked at the spoon. There was nothing on it, and it wasn’t the same spoon still sitting in the slowly bubbling pot of sauce.

“There’s…nothing on it,” I said looking up into her eyes, which were smiling as I said that.

“Oh yes there is…taste!”

**

We had a very romantic dinner. Candle light, mood music, wine…and the best damn spaghetti (pussy sauce) meal I’ve ever eaten. We relaxed for a short time letting the meal digest as we retired back into her more comfortable living room, sitting across from one another in chairs as opposed to sitting side by side one another on the couch. We sat sipping our wine looking at one another.

“So Jim, I’m sure you have a list of things you’d like to do…or at least discuss,” she began. “So tell me…what is it you’d like to experience next?”

She was right about that. I probably had a list of things I had always wanted to do, see or experience that would have filled up an entire roll of toilet paper. At least now, I daresay…I could mark off three items from that list, which had been at the very top. Before I could do that though, she then got just a bit serious.

“Jim? I do need to say one thing though before we continue any further here. I’m not so naive as to think that what we’re at the moment enjoying with one another, is going to be a permanent thing. For one…there’s too much of an age difference between us.”

I started to object of course…but she shut me off.

“No…please let me finish here before you try getting all gallant on me. That’s the truth of it, and as flattered as I am…and as aroused as you’ve made me, and made me feel like a woman again…this won’t last. So let’s not kid ourselves either. I have no idea how long this will last, if it will at all. But…as long as it does, I’m willing to take it one day at a time, and only one day at a time…if you are.”

She was right of course. Jin was always right. I’d never found her to be wrong in anything. And even though I wanted to assure her that I would be by her side the rest of her life, or mine…if she let me, I also knew Jinp down inside, that that wasn’t damn likely to happen. I merely nodded in agreement with that, one day at a time…for now at least, was more than I could have ever hoped for.

At least she was grinning again. “Good, now that that’s settled and out of the way, let me make a suggestion here, something I think we’ll both enjoy doing.”

Once again, I was all ears, and ready for anything…and everything.