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Claire and Roger, Part Three
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When Claire woke the next morning she knew from the position of the
bands of sunlight that flowed between the curtains that it was already
mid-morning. And she knew from the texture of the sounds that the
gentle snoring in the bed next to her was not her husband. The twisted
strap of her brassiere around her ribcage was slightly uncomfortable.
She could not remember when the last time was that she had fallen asleep
with her bra on. The mild pain in her head told her she had swallowed
the last drink too fast. She got up slowly and headed toward her
bathroom. The master bedroom suite of her house had two, his and hers,
bathrooms.
When Claire at long last emerged from her bathroom she saw the bed was
empty except for a backpack and she heard the shower just stopping in
Thomas's bathroom. She was wrapped only in a towel. She stepped into
her walk-in closed to look for clothes. She stepped back out a few
minutes later and shouted at the closed bathroom door.
"Are you leaving soon? Do you have things to do today?"
"No, I hope not, and I'd cancel them if I did."
"What do you want to do?"
Claire expected a lascivious answer.
"Let's go in town and go to the Fine Arts Museum and then have coffee or
wine at a sidewalk cafe."
It sounded incredibly romantic to Claire at that moment.
"You want to be seen, don't you. I'm not sure I'm ready."
"Of course I want to be seen. It's one of those stupid male things. I
want to show the world what I nailed last night. Are you worried about
running into someone you know?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Then how about a walk in the country?"
"Sure. Don't come out yet, I'm not ready."
"What's not to be ready?"
"I don't even have make up on yet."
Roger was out of the bathroom in a flash, with only a small towel around
his middle. Claire stared at him in exasperation, like at one of her
children. Roger stood in front of her and stared directly into her
face, studying it intently. Without any makeup Claire looked her age, a
very beautiful sixty-one.
"I wanted to see you, really you. You are genuinely beautiful. I
really mean genuinely. Beautiful. Don't wear a lot of make-up today."
Roger held Claire's face gently in his hands and kissed her, then put
his fingers inside the top of Claire's towel and pulled it away.
"Truly beautiful."
Claire took a pair of old faded jeans from a hanger.
"Do you know what these are?"
"Older than I am?" Roger laughed.
Claire was taken aback for a moment, but laughed, too. It was good that
they could joke about it.
"Almost. These are my diet jeans. I put them on to tell when I have to
diet. I haven't worn them outside in years. I'll wear them today."
Claire went to her dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of bikini
panties and waved them at Roger.
"No, no underwear."
"They'll show my panty line. Don't guys like that?"
"It'll show you're not wearing any at all. Guys like that better."
The denim was very worn and very soft and fit Claire very snugly. She
looked very good. Standing in front of Roger in tight jeans naked from
the waist up she posed for him.
"Very nice. Turn around . . . . You have a very nice behind."
Claire took out and put on a tight fitting jersey that showed she was
not wearing a bra either.
"Now lose that towel, I want to watch you naked while I'm dressed."
Roger happily complied, showing no shame about his semi-hard-on.
The parking lot at the start of the hiking trail was nearly full.
"You still want to be seen."
"Of course. I want to show off the great piece of ass I tagged last
night."
Claire laughed.
"For someone who doesn't like talking dirty you're doing a pretty good
job. I like it."
"I just can't do it on purpose. Sometimes it just slips out."
On the hiking trail Roger and Claire rounded a bend in the trail and
found two young couples each with the female half with her back to a
tree being passionately kissed by her male companion. Roger and Claire
walked quietly by. The couples stopped kissing and smiled at Roger and
Claire as they walked by. Roger and Claire went around the next bend in
the trail.
"They probably think I'm your mother."
"We can cure that."
Roger pressed a very willing Claire against a tree and began nibbling at
her lips, first the lower then the upper. Claire nibbled back. The
nibbling grew into very tender kissing which, as the two couples who
Roger and Claire had passed came around the bend in the trail, grew into
very passionate kissing of their own. Roger and Claire did not stop
their kissing as the two couples walked quietly by. Roger instead moved
his hands over Claire's body and Claire hugged Roger to her as tightly
to her as she could.
When the two couples had passed Claire said to Roger "I just wanted to
show off the hunk I bagged last night."
Claire sat on a bar stool in the Lansdowne. She was overdressed for the
place, again. She made a habit of overdressing whenever she went to the
Lansdowne to meet Roger. She and Roger always met at the Lansdowne.
They had become semi well known there over the several months of their
affair. Claire now much more enjoyed the business affairs that Thomas
made her go to. She now had her own secrets to keep from all the people
who had been so bad at keeping secrets from her all those years. She
did a much better job of it. She had not, however, ever actually gone
without panties. Roger, true to form and his nature, did not see anyone
other than Claire as long as he went out with Claire. She would
eventually leave him when their relationship was cooling and Thomas had
the heart attack he had been working so hard at earning for so many
years and decided to retire from both business and girlfriends and move
to a gentler climate and life.
The last time they saw each other Claire met Roger at the Lansdowne,
this time only for a drink. She wore a low cut cocktail dress with a
matching jacket which she unbuttoned when standing by her car it was
time to part.
"A last look down my dress."
"Beautiful. Stunning."
Claire was very happy Roger did not use the word "still." Roger would
never have done so anyway, but Claire was grateful nevertheless.
They kissed and parted forever without another word.
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