Chapter ５

Christine was taken aback when Michael abruptly pulled away and pushed her aside after they had been passionately kissing one another.

He questioned her name, "Christine." "And Clare, what about her? When does she plan on returning?"

"After every game, she goes out with that dipshit, um, I mean Porter. " At the earliest, she won't be back in the house until midnight.

He responded with a "Oh, alright" before resuming his passionate kissing of her. His hands explored her upper body and came over her large breasts. As his hands kneaded her breasts, she felt a tingling sensation throughout her body. As his fingers searched for and located her nipples, she felt a burst of electricity go through her body at that very moment.

She exclaimed, "God!"  

Then, while Michael massaged and aroused her, she reflected on the past at the same time. She was dating a guy who was 13 years her junior. After delivering her ex one kid, then a pair of twins, she became a large and unattractive lady and her ex eventually left her for another woman who was ten years his younger. As is his custom, he was unwilling to part up any of his money in order to cover the costs of repairing the damage caused by delivery. It's quite likely that he was merely looking for someone younger and more attractive to date.

Michael suddenly severed his physical contact with her and hurriedly stated, "Baby, I need to tell you something."

"What, sweetheart?" she questioned.

He said, "It's been a very long time since I've...er...done something like to this."

She said, "How much longer?"

"It's been almost a year. You are the first lady I've been with since I was divorced, and I've been married twice before."

"Nearly a year?" she questioned. 

He looked at me with a perplexed eyebrow arched.

 "Baby, it's been almost five years since I've been with a guy."

He couldn't believe it and exclaimed, "Five years?"

"Yeah, five years," he said. When my spouse left me, my primary focus became being a parent. I wasn't concerned about finding a sexual partner," she said.

He responded by saying, "I simply can't believe that a lady who looks like you couldn't get laid in five years."

"Oh, Michael, you completely missed the point. I didn't say I COULDN'T get laid. I merely claimed I didn't get laid. I focused all of my anxiety on my kid and ignored any other concerns. After my spouse left me, raising our kid became my first responsibility."

, "Well, would you mind if I said something perhaps improper about your ex-husband?"

“No. "I have no objections," she responded.

Michael assured her that her former partner "is arguably the dumbest son-of-a-bitch in the history of the planet."

Her question was, "Now why don't we don't we simply go to the bedroom?

Christine stated to him, "I don't make it a habit of inviting guys to my bedroom, but when one can be such a gentleman, it makes that choice a lot simpler," as she grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom. "I don't make it a practice of asking men to my bedroom," she said.

He stuttered, "Christine, I...," as he attempted to speak.

Christine swung around and pushed her index finger to his lips in an upright position.

"Shhhhh...," she whispered to him. It is not necessary for you to utter a single word.

She went on by saying, "You're doing so well at the moment." She smiled knowingly at him as she stated, "At this rate, someone's definitely going to get fortunate," as she pointed out the obvious.

Michael went into the bedroom after her, hesitantly following her. Because he had to pass by her room on his way to the bathroom, he was able to get a glimpse of the inside, but he was never really permitted to enter. It was well decorated with fine furnishings made of hardwood, including a canopy bed with four posts and a four poster canopy. The bed was given the illusion of being surrounded by a wall by a delicate netting that hung from each corner of the bedframe and created a frame for the bed. There were openings on each of the bed's four sides.

After closing the door behind her, Christine walked over to Michael and joined him at her bedside. She didn't say a word as she wrapped her arm around his neck and drew him into a passionate kiss, but the kiss was full of feeling. He became aware of her hands moving below his pullover top and feeling his belly and chest . He put his hands beneath her sweatshirt and moved them up her body till he came across the underwire of her bra. This action gave him the confidence to continue. He skillfully maneuvered his hands around her back, located the clasp of her bra, and then released it.

He slid his hands back around to the front, ran them under her bra, and then cradled her lovely breasts with his hands, his thumbs and forefingers seeking her nipples. He felt her tremble as he did this, and his thumbs and forefingers found her nipples.

Michael could feel her hands fumbling about for the hem of the pullover top he was wearing, and then he could feel her starting to pull the garment over his head. He raised his arms to make room for her to slip it off over him. The same thing happened with him, except this time he grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it off over her head. She then looked him in the eyes, took the straps of her bra, and pushed it down, then discarded it on the floor next to her sweater. This was all done after she had discarded her sweater. He couldn't get over how magnificent her breasts were.

After regaining control of each other, they fell into the bed together, with Christine coming down first and Michael falling on top of her. They seemed to be thinking the same thing . Michael's hands went back to her beautiful breasts, and he started kneading and fondling them a. He was aware of her hand falling to his groin at that moment. As Christine's fingers fell upon his cock and she held it through his pants, he was ecstatic and as rigid as a rock within his jeans. He was a total gentleman.