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turned away from him.  “The chicken’s almost done.  And we have these little finger sandwiches.  Can I pour you a glass of wine?”  
      He touched her shoulder.  
      She turned back to say something, but never remembered what she intended to say because suddenly he was there, and his lips settled against hers.  She felt the damp sweep of his tongue across them.  Uttering a soft whimper, she moved closer to him.  Her breasts were flattened against his chest.  Their thighs came together.  His erection nudged her cleft.  
      Rubbing her lips apart with his, he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth.  She moaned, with hunger, and with joy.  His hands moved to her waist and pulled her more firmly against him.  He cupped the round curve of her ass and held her against the front of his body while they kissed deeply.   
      She clutched at him and responded to the hungry thrusts of his tongue.  He released her long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head.  He undid his belt and pulled the buttons of his jeans open, then gathered her against him again.   
      He caressed her breasts through the insubstantial material of her dress.  Dissatisfied with that, he reached behind her and undid the snap.   
      Rachel gave a soft, ecstatic cry when her hot, flushed breasts met the warm solidity of his chest.  Michael released a low, tortured groan.  His fingers fumbled with the zipper at her waist, and when it was undone, he pushed the dress past her hips until it slid down her thighs to the floor.  
      She pushed him backwards, toward the piano seat.  He sat down, and pulled his jeans down to his feet, struggling to kick free of them.  He was already erect, throbbing, pulsing, just as he had as a much younger man.  She was ready, too.  For a moment, she hesitated.  She hadn’t been with a man since the divorce.   
      She kicked a leg over him, and lowered herself onto him.  A second later, he was pulsing inside of her.  She was tight and small and resistant, until her body stretched to accommodate him.  When he was buried completely inside of her, she sat astride him lap, facing him.  They looked into each other’s eyes.   
      “I remember you,” she said.   
      She closed her arms around his head, hugging it tightly against her, while she pressed her hips down onto his thighs, driving his throbbing cock deep inside her.  She moved against him, and he began to move inside her, advancing and retreating.  She bounced on him, harder, harder.  In a moment, the orgasm rose within her.  She rode him.  She threw her head back.  Her body shuddered.      
      “Yes!” she heard herself cry.     
         
      * * *  
         
      Michael was not an early riser.  In the morning, she was up, dressed and showered before he was even awake.  It was the shower that woke him up.  He could hear it running, invading his dreams.  When it stopped, he drifted again.   
      Eventually, he opened his eyes to bright sunshine streaming in the window.  Somewhere, a bird tweeted.  He was in her bed, wrapped up in white sheets and blankets.  He was nude.   
      She was across the room, standing in the doorway, looking at him.  She wore jeans and an old green work shirt.  Her hair was pulled back.  No makeup, very casual.  She looked beautiful.        
      He thought of the night they had enjoyed together.  They had gone from the late afternoon until the early hours of this morning.  They had torn into each other like children ripping open packages on Christmas.  His body was sore from it.      
      He smiled.  “Hello, you.”  
      “Hi, Michael.  Would you like some breakfast?”  
      He ignored the question.  He wasn’t a big breakfast person.  Usually a cup of black coffee was about all he had before noon.  Fleeting thoughts ran through his mind.  The movie producer yesterday, so excited to talk about the sound he wanted.  He wasn’t a bad guy, as