command men, run dangerous operations, manage multimillion dollar equipment and weapons with confidence, but asking this small lovely woman out had him shaking in his boots. It was now or never. "Maybe we could get together for lunch sometime?" he continued to hold her hand. Her son could barely conceal his disapproval, shifting restlessly next to his mother. "That would be great. I would like that." She rewarded him with another dazzling smile. At that moment he vowed he would have her. She was too beautiful, too precious to be left to the wolves. She needed him and his body was letting him know, forcefully, that he needed her. They exchanged phone numbers and went in opposite directions. "Took you long enough, old man." "Say another word and I will kick your ass, junior." His son burst out laughing and smacked John on the back. His Dad still had it.
Chapter 2 Tricia was beyond lonely. The community had rallied around her after her husband's death. She had plenty of friends and family to help her get through the tough times. Her daughter was away at college and her son was in the Army, but both were very attentive and in constant contact with her. She went out with friends and kept busy with work. So everything was taken care of. At least that's what it looked like from the outside. She had even had a couple of dates recently. Everyone who was concerned about her could see she was progressing normally through the stages of mourning. But she didn't feel normal. She felt sex-starved. No one ever talked about sex. There was no mention of sex in any of the pamphlets or counseling sessions she went through. She felt there was something very wrong with her since that was her major concern. She had never experienced frustration on this level before. At first, of course, it was not an issue. Her body would become aroused and invariably she would think of her husband, cry and the feelings would pass. She was used to being away from him for extended periods of time. Masturbating was not her thing; she would just wait for him to come home. She never asked him what he did to get through the time they were apart. Cary had been her first and only lover. They were high school sweethearts. They had a decent marriage and regular sex. She was not adventurous and he never pushed her. They were satisfied with their sex life. Now, she regretted taking her sex life with her husband for granted. As the months passed, and she realized that she was probably never going to have sex again, she became very depressed. When John appeared in the PX parking lot, her body lit up. When she hugged him, the feelings of arousal and need overwhelmed her senses. It took a lot of strength to pull back and act casual when her heart rate had gone through the roof. She actually felt wetness in her panties as she was standing and talking with the man. To be fair, her heated response to John wasn't just because she was sex-starved. John was tremendously attractive; what the girls at work would call hot. He was about six foot three with the body of a young man. He obviously worked out because his chest and arms were solid and defined. One of her neighbors pointed out his great ass, trim waist and wide shoulders repeatedly during the time he was assigned to her. He had Army short hair with a touch of gray and smiling green eyes. She even liked his hands, which were thick and muscled with long fingers. Tricia had it bad for John. She prayed he would call her for lunch. *** John didn't know how long to wait before calling. He had been casual about the lunch invitation. But now he wanted to know when he was going to see her again. The only way to know was to call. He called her that night. "Hi Tricia, it's John." "Oh hi, John. How are you?" "I'm fine, thanks. How are you? "Just fine. A bit tired from shopping." John felt his nerves starting to work over his stomach. His mind was racing over what to say while his body recalled the feeling of her soft