Not wanting to separate after that second kiss, Phoebe notices the time and has to pull herself away.  “Les, would you like another drink while I close up the bar?  It will only take a few minutes,” Phoebe asks her.

Les hesitates and replies she is not sure she would be safe to drive if she has more.  Phoebe shyly tells her, “You could stay here tonight up in my apartment.  I would like that.”  With such an invitation, Les agrees.  Both women feel themselves dripping in anticipation of what is ahead.

Les is surprised what a large crowd the Peacock has on a Saturday evening.  Such a contrast to the afternoon when she, Tim, and Abbie visited earlier today.  But again, it is Saturday night, so it should be expected.

Sipping on her drink, Les watches as Phoebe closes up, checks the till, and sees her employees out.  She put two drinks down in front of Les, comes around the bar and leans to Les in her chair and wrapping her arms around her neck.  Phoebe kisses Les deeply for the first time.

Pulling apart to catch their breaths, Phoebe tells Les, “Since the moment you walked in here this afternoon I have wanted to do that.  Then all of Abbie’s silliness, you do know she is trying to hook us up?  It seems like it would be forever until I could.”

Les laughs with her and admits she feels the same way since being introduced to Phoebe.  As they finish their drinks, their hands running up and down each other’s thighs now, Phoebe confesses something.

“I know I have just met you, Les, and as I said, I was attracted to you from the start, but I do somewhat have a bad reputation of picking up older women just to play with them once and then toss them away.  I feel bad about it, but none ever seemed worth that much trouble to start a real relationship.  I need you to know it is something different I am feeling for you,” Phoebe says.

Continuing, “If you do not want to take a chance from me telling you this, I will understand, I will be disappointed, but will accept your decision.  You can sleep in my bed tonight, and I will sleep on the couch.  But I hope you will take a chance on me.  I can think of nothing nicer than having you with me in my bed tonight.”

Les takes in all Phoebe is saying and replies, “Phoebe, you need to take a chance on me too.  You will be the first since Cyn eight years ago – well, now probably more like nine.  Before her, I had scattered, meaningless partnerings.  Much like what you describe to a degree.  I want to see what can develop between us, but I am not sure I will run scared in the morning.  If I do, please come after me if you do want something, because I think you are worth it.”

They lean and kiss again, sealing the covenant between them.  Phoebe takes Les’s hand and leads her to an elevator in the back, which takes them to her apartment.  It is a loft for the most part. It is enormous, actually filling all the space of the pub downstairs—an open kitchen and living room, then a bath and large bedroom.  Ending there, Phoebe turns Les to her and begins to undo the buttons of her shirt.

“Les, I can tell you have probably been the dom in all your relationships.  I seem to do so myself. Tonight let me be the leader if you will follow.  We can explore that dynamic later,” Phoebe tells her.

Surprising herself how quickly that feels right, Les nods, agreeing to let Phoebe take the wheel.  Phoebe finishes unbuttoning Les’s shirt and allowing it to drop to the floor.  Her bra is the next to follow.  Then as Phoebe learns to suck on Les’s nipples, she unbuckles Les’s pants, and they add to the floor pile quickly followed by her panties.

Les is now completely naked standing in front of Phoebe as she soaks it all in.  Les reaches for the back of Phoebe and unzips her dress for it to fall in a new pile. Her bra and panties are soon added, and they now stand facing each other naked.  Phoebe loves the shape and size of Les’s breasts and nipples and wants more of them, but first, she pulls Les on to the bed on top of her, and the two spend several minutes kissing and grinding against each other.

Both their knees are covered in the sticky juices of the other.  Phoebe rolls Les over so she can straddle her, her cunt dripping down on Les’s mons and slit.  Both sigh deeply as they come together to kiss more.

What is it about those first moments of being together with someone new?  The period which does so demand constant kissing and exploring of each other?  Enjoying each other’s mouth caverns exploring every facet of each.  It is like they can never get enough of just that.  Oh, the other desires are right there, but first, to enjoy this beginning with each other.

Les is glad this is as far as they are going right now.  Phoebe turns out the lights and pulls Les to her, in the dark.

Les, conscious of her body, older now, and covered with wrinkles and loose skin, is glad the lights are now off.  She is surprised at her feelings making her shy and unsure with Phoebe.  Les has always taken the lead role in dalliances, but this seems so different. Taking the under position with Phoebe running the show seems so right tonight.  Les hopes this is not just a one-night fling as she is drawn to Phoebe the more they talk and play.

It is like it was with Cyn the first time.  Both in awe of each other and what was happening between them.  But this is almost thirty years later, and Les’s body has changed.  She is now approaching seventy, and Phoebe what?  Mid-forties?  Phoebe’s body is magnificent, and Les is less than thrilled with hers these days.

Les confesses her worries to Phoebe.  Phoebe hugs Les and turns the lights back on.  She then pulls from Les just enough to look her in the eyes.  “Les, every part of your body excites me.  I do not see wrinkles or loose skin, just this lovely woman who, by some miracle, is interested me.  I will cherish each wrinkle you think you have and enjoy the beauty it adds to you.”

Saying so, Phoebe begins running her lips and tongue all over Les’s body, stopping at each wrinkle or imperfection.  Phoebe caresses and kisses Les’s entire body.  She tells Les over and over how beautiful she is.  By the time Phoebe finishes, Les feels so alive and excited, but they do need to sleep now.  It is so late. 

Les shyly thanks Phoebe, and the light is turned off.  Tonight, Phoebe holds Les in her arms as they fall asleep.

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After Les and Phoebe leave, Abbie is in a giddy mood.  She helps Tim clean up, and he is impressed by how well she does that part of kitchen work.  Maybe there is hope for her yet in the cooking sphere.  He notices how silly and happy Abbie seems and asks her about it.

“Oh, Tim, it’s perfect. Just what I hope,” Abbie says.  Tim looks at her questionably, and she continues, “Les and Phoebe, I knew they would be perfect together and look at what is happening already.”

Tim laughs at his love and tells her to rein it in. All Les did is offer Phoebe a ride back to the pub.  Abbie raises her eyebrows to him, and when Les has not returned an hour later when finishing up in the kitchen, Tim did begin to wonder also.

He and Abbie, most things now completed for the weekend, plan for a quiet Sunday together tomorrow to rest before returning to work on Monday.  They go to the sitting room, their legs propped on the new ottoman, and watch a movie.  They take turns going to the kitchen to get fresh drinks or something to nibble on.  Both look out the window facing Les’s house see that there are no signs she is home yet.

Tim tries to press the idea Abbie raised out of his mind.  He would so like Les to find someone, but so quickly?  He does like Phoebe, and she does seem interested in Les, and Les her, so perhaps somethings can happen that fast.  In reality, that is what happened with Abbie and him.

Every time one of them makes this trek to the kitchen, the other looks at them on their return to get the shake of the head to say, no, not back yet.  After midnight, they head to bed. Abbie comments that the pub would be closed by now and takes one final peek out of their bedroom window.

“Tim, I think something is happening between them.  If not, even if Les went in for a drink after dropping Phoebe off, she should be home by now,” Abbie says.

Tim smiles at his little cupid and tells her that whether something happened or not, they will wait until Les or Phoebe tell them.  He swats Abbie ass as he pulls her to him, “And we will not ask about it until they do.  I didn’t know you had such matchmaker inclinations.”

Abbie gives Tim a little pout, looking so cute, and then kisses him over and over all around his face promising she will be good. Tim pulls Abbie to him and whispers in her ear, “It would be nice if it were to happen, but we must, YOU must, let them decided where things are going.  You did your part introducing them, now step away.”  Abbie promises, and soon both are asleep.