Rebecca Edwards was forty-six years old, though you'd be forgiven for thinking her ten years the junior of that age.
After growing up in Southampton in the UK, Rebecca's family moved to Houston, Texas as her father took a new job. Rebecca grew into a very beautiful young woman. She had shoulder-length, light brown hair. Her green eyes were sharp and were naturally framed by voluminous eyelashes. She had a cute, but highly structured face. She grew to five-foot-nine-inches tall, with a lean and toned frame with 34B breasts. She attended Brown University in Rhode Island where she studied Sports Physiology and played squash and, briefly, water polo.
After graduating, she worked for a private physiologist firm. Two years later in 1993 she secured a job with the New England Patriots NFL team, working with players recovering from injury.
It was here that she met the love of her life, Scott Eriksen. Scott worked as one of the team doctors. Their romance was swift and intense. After a couple of months of flirtations they began a relationship.
They never married or even got engaged, but they lived happily together. After just over two years of dating, in the spring of 1996 they moved in together. Rebecca had a breast enlargement in 1998, taking her breasts up to a 34D and in 1999, Rebecca became pregnant and had a son, Ryan.
However, fate brought tragedy to them in 2003. Scott died after a short fight with cancer.
Rebecca was inconsolable and heart-broken. Scott had been her world, the passion in the heart and the smile on her face. The only thing that kept Rebecca going was her son, Ryan, who was a devine shining light.
Time passed. The void in Rebecca's heart never healed, of course, but time numbed the pain. Ryan grew well and into a lovely, funny, athletic boy who hoped to one day play for the New England Patriots. Rebecca also took great pleasure and pride in her work and the Patriots as multiple time Superbowl winners gave her times to celebrate.
Now, in 2016, Rebecca had a son she loved and was proud of, a career she felt satisfied with and some good friends. She still regularly enjoyed playing squash and had plenty of time and finances for holidays around her job. Orlando had become a favourite of hers and Ryan's.
However, for over ten years she had not had any form of sex. Of late, this absence had began to wear on her.
She had started flirting with men again recently. Though she had found this difficult at first. She broke down in tears in a bathroom at work one day after flirting with a player she was helping to rehab. But slowly she was becoming more and more comfortable with reintroducing herself to this part of her life.
Recently, Rebecca had been flirting with a younger man whom she often saw when playing squash. One quite recent time Rebecca had seen him she had pushed the flirting even further. She purposely left her racquet outside her court and went into the changing room. She changed into bra and panties and wrapped a short towel around herself. She walked back out to collect her racquet and then bent down with straight legs to pick it up. She looked behind her. The young man was paying avid attention. Rebecca liked the fact that even though the man was clearly able to see the gusset of her thong up her towel, he stayed very cool and watched with a small smile.
Further flirtations, small talk and laughing followed. Rebecca learned the young man was called Luke Petersen and was twenty-four years old. He was tall, six-foot-three-inches, athletically-built, quite well toned, short blonde hair and striking blue eyes. His upper body was clearly strong but his legs were huge and muscular. As well as squash, Luke, as he told Rebecca, was a keen cyclist.
Luke one day made an insinuation about wanting Rebecca carnally. Rebecca's heart thundered a chorus of a wildebeest stampede and her stomach knotted. She perspired slightly and felt tears burn the corners of her eyes. But she also became acutely aware of the warm, moist, eager feeling in her vagina. She felt confused. She pushed her conflicting feelings away, pushed out a giggle, and shepherded the conversation elsewhere.
Rebecca's mind lingered on Luke's subtle suggestion that night as she lay in bed. The feelings of panic returned. She thought of Scott. What would he say? Was she tarnishing his memory? After long, deep thinking, Rebecca convinced herself that Scott would want her to be fulfilled and happy and not a nun in all but name and nunnery. She realised that moving on in this part of her life was not forgetting or caring less for Scott, it was simply leading a fulfiling life. She'd never forget or stop loving Scott.
Rebecca allowed her mind to trickle back to Luke. To gorgeous Luke.
As she dwelled on him and his incredible thighs, her hand began to dwell between her legs. She decided that she would have Luke.
It was two whole weeks before Rebecca saw Luke again. They flirted immediately. Luke was more direct. It was like an animal instinct in him was aware something in Rebecca was different, more receptive.
After they had finished their respective games, Rebecca hung back until Luke went to the showers. She followed him.
Her heart was racing, she could feel her pulse in her throat and her vagina. Her mouth was dry. There was only one shower cubicle in use. Rebecca knocked on the door. A few seconds passed, which felt like hours to Rebecca. The cubicle door clicked and slowly creaked open revealing Luke's quizzical face. As he registered Rebecca, his face drew into a smile and he allowed the door to open further uncovering his naked form.
Rebecca could not conseal her awe. Monolithic thighs, toned, lean torso, broad shoulders and draping down his left thigh was a very healthy penis. Not too thick and not too small. It was about six inches long flaccid and perfectly shaped with a straight shaft and bulbous helmet wrapped in a foreskin.
Luke held the door open for Rebecca to enter.
