Jean’s Tale

Jean had spoken with him over the phone and after not having seen him for over forty years she had agreed to have dinner with him. They had been high school friends and continued their friendship into their early adult years. Then time and consequence had separated them. She had left Terre Haute for the big city on the West coast and he had gone on to become a successful businessman. Now he was retired, had just turned seventy-seven and she had returned to Terre Haute to retire, she was seventy-two. The dinner had gone very well and he invited her to his home for an after dinner aperitif. She accepted. When they arrived, they sat in his living room having a little port and then he excused himself and went out to his backyard and did something she knew not what. He returned and seeing her curiosity he told her he had turned on the hot tub and asked her if she would like to join him. It would only take about twenty minutes to heat up. She didn’t know what to say. He told her she didn’t have to say anything and then she blurted; “Yes, okay, I just wasn’t prepared to take a dip in a hot tub.” “Don’t worry.” He replied, “I have an extra house robe but I don’t keep any women’s bathing suits so it will be a skinny-dip.” She blushed. After a few minutes and some more conversation he said the tub was ready and he went out of the living room then returned naked but for a towel wrapped around his waist and with a bathrobe for her. He handed it to her and went out to the yard. She took the robe and went to the bathroom. But she didn’t know what to do. Was it too sudden? She sat. ‘Hell they were both adults and beyond adulthood’. She thought! But she was still undecided and then she began to cry. She didn’t know why but it seemed like a joyful cry. She was not upset in a bad way, she was just stirred up a little. She continued crying and then slowly began to undress and seeing herself in the mirror she wondered whether he would still be interested in her. Her breasts were still shapely, even at her age. She was just a little voluptuous and her figure was statuesque. Rubens would have approved. Her tears rolled down her cheeks. She cried on a little longer. She had looked at her watch when he had gone to the tub and now looked again and realized she’d been crying for twenty minutes. She threw water on her face, washed away the tears, put on her robe and went out to the yard.
He was already in the tub, naked, though because of the tub’s jets, the water roiled and bubbled and didn’t really reveal his privates. He looked at her and smiled, she at him and blushed again. He was about to stand and help her but she was embarrassed: “No, please, stay where you are. I’ll manage.” She undid the belt around her waist, let it fall and the robe opened naturally, revealing her breasts to him and her most secret…