Rachel stepped out of the shower, grabbed her towel and started to dry off. As she did her mind drifted once again to the same recurring thoughts that seemed to dominate her life recently, being all alone and how much she hated it. Rachel had become a widow at the tender age of 36 and in her wildest dreams she had never imagined that anything that traumatic could actually happen to her and her husband. Bill had gone off to work just as he did every morning except on that day he hadn't returned home, instead the police arrived just before ten in the morning to inform her that her husband been the victim of a reckless driver. That had been seven years ago and now at the age of 42 she still missed Bill and wished he was here to see how good the children were doing.
Rachel dried her face then got most of the water out of her hair and dried off her arms. She took the soft towel into her left hand, bent forward at little and began drying her breasts. She looked down at what her husband had always called her best assets and smiled to herself. They still stood proudly out from her chest even after two children but she knew that some of that perkiness was no doubt due to not having huge breasts, just nicely rounded orbs with silver dollar sized brown areolas and finger-tipped nipples. She remembered how Bill had loved to suckle on her breasts and how she had enjoyed it too and the memory almost caused her to started crying.
Sniffling she dried her legs and then that special spot between her legs, the one that hadn't been used in years at least not by anything except her own fingers. She tamped her pubic hair dry then sat down on the vanity bench and with two fingers opened her labia and felt herself — dry as a bone. God how she missed making love! Oh Rachel had been on a couple of dates over the years but it just wasn't the same as being married and besides she had two children to raise and just didn't have time to work on personal relationships.
When she finished drying off she walked into her bedroom and rummaged through her dresser until she found a nice pair of panties and when she looked for the matching bra there wasn't anything that even vaguely resembled the pattern of her panties much less looked like a matching set. Well tomorrow, she thought, when I go shopping I'll purchase myself a few sets of nice sexy lingerie and toss out all of this old stuff. Rachel finally found an acceptable bra, put it on and then picked out a pullover blouse and a pair of shorts and went downstairs. She looked around the almost 2500 square foot downstairs with dismay, the dammed house was just so big and so empty with everyone gone that it almost broke her heart. Her daughter Judy was still two months away from coming home from her freshman year in college but her son James was due home in two more days having just graduated from the Marine Corps boot camp in North Carolina. God it was going to be good to have at least one of the children home for a little while.
The two days passed quickly and Rachel had stayed busy preparing for James' homecoming celebration. The day he was due at the airport Rachel showered and dressed for her son's return and in doing so put on a pair of her brand black lace panties with a matching bra. She searched through her closet until she found a nice opaque cream colored blouse and dark green skirt. She wasn't sure why she felt the need to wear a sexy outfit on this particular day but somehow it just made her feel like more of a woman even if no one was going to see her undergarments. That afternoon she drove to the airport and parked in the short-term parking and walked to the terminal. Fifteen minutes before his plane was due in she was waiting at the bottom of the arrival's escalator for James. When she finally saw him coming down towards her she thought that he looked so darn handsome in his Marine Corps uniform that she couldn't do anything but smile. When he reached the bottom of the escalator she pulled him into her arms, kissed his cheek and hugged him and that's when she first noticed another Marine standing right beside James.
"Oh, mom let me introduce you to Rick. This is Rick Brock and we went to boot camp together and now were both going to California too, some place called Camp Pendleton which is near San Diego. God can you imagine that mom, California, the beaches and the girls!"
Rachel smiled at the typical teenage comments then took a step back and looked at Rick and held her hand out. "I'm please to meet you Rick. Any friend of James's is always welcome in my home."
Rick took Rachel's hand and was surprised at how beautiful she was in person, even more beautiful than the picture Jim had shown him in boot camp. "I'm pleased to meet you too Mrs. Scott. Jim has told me a lot about you."
"Please Rick, call me Rachel. My husband has been gone a long time now and Mrs. just sounds strange."
"Alright then, Rachel it is."
"Come on boys, let's get your luggage and head home, I've got a light lunch waiting and there will be plenty for everyone." Rachel drove home and the two boys spent the whole trip telling Rachel all about their experiences in boot camp. When she finally pulled into the driveway the boys hopped out, grabbed their bags and raced into the kitchen. "Remember honey, I've got lunch waiting." She yelled at James.
We'll be right there mom."
Rachel walked into the kitchen and put another place setting out for Rick then served the sandwiches. After everyone had finished eating Rachel asked if they were tried and wanted to just lounge around and relax.
"Thanks for the lunch mom, but I have to tell you that Rick and I have been dreaming about using the pool. If it's alright with you we'll grab a couple of beers and go outside and relax."
"Sure sweetie, let me get the dishes put away and then I'll grab a glass of wine and join you both."
"That's great mom. I'll show Rick to his room and we'll change and be right down."
As they both raced off for the bedroom to change Rachel marveled at the unbridled energy of their youth. She opened the fridge and found an opened bottle of Chardonnay and poured herself a glass and then walked out the back door onto the deck and pulled a chair so it faced the pool. She put on a pair of sunglasses and sipped her wine while she waiting for the boys to return.
James was the first one out the back door closely followed by Rick and after they set their beers down on the patio table and dove into the pool it dawned on Rachel how grown-up her son had become in such a short time. He wasn't the shy, skinny boy that had left home three months ago, now he was a chiseled, tanned young Marine who looked very much like he could handle anything the world threw at him. Rick too looked very much the man. He appeared to be a little older than her son, maybe 20 she thought as she sipped on her wine - and what a body! He was at least six feet tall with close-cropped brown hair and bulging muscles everywhere. She thought his waist couldn't have been over thirty inches and the pair of trunks he was wearing certainly didn't do anything to hide the fact that he was well endowed.
After playing around for a while the boys got out of the pool and laid down on their deck chairs to sun dry. Rachel was watching them and musing over which of them had the best looking butt when James called.
"Hey mom, would you put some lotion on my back, I don't want to get burned?"
She got out of her chair, grabbed the bottle of lotion and started walking over to the chair. "Sure honey." She sat down on the side of his lounger and he moved over to give her some room and she started spreading lotion over his shoulders. As she worked her way over his shoulders and down his back she noticed that he had become well toned in just three months. When she finally got down to his waist she patted him on the butt. "You're done mister." Then almost as an afterthought she said, "Rick, would you like some lotion on your back too?"
"Yes that would be great, thanks Rachel."
She moved over to Rick's lounge chair and sat beside him and squirted some lotion onto her hands and started on his shoulders only this time something was very different. It wasn't her son or husband she was spreading oil on now, it was a complete stranger. Rick's shoulders felt smooth but taught and then without even realizing it she changed from spreading the lotion on his shoulders to massaging his shoulders. As she moved lower on his back she heard a slight moan and she smiled as she worked the lotion into his body. Her hands went further down his body doing his back and his side all the way down to his waist. The whole thing hadn't taken more than a couple of minutes but when she finally quit and went back to her chair her hands were shaking just a bit and she realized that she was damp, damp in a place that hadn't been damp in a long, long time. As the boys talked and joked Rachel looked at Rick and for just a moment fantasized about what he would look like completely naked.
That evening as Rachel cooked dinner the boys helped by setting the table then they all ate in the formal dining room. Rachel had put out the good, for company only, china and her best silverware and in general made a big production out of the whole meal. By way of an explanation she said that living all alone wasn't at all conducive to having nice meals and certainly not in one's formal dining room.
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