Monique and John - a May/November Romance
Copyright© 2025 by acguy
Chapter 37
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 37 - An aspiring young architectural student sets her sights on her older widowed neighbour.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fiction Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism
By the time we got home, I was exhausted from the walk, the fresh air having drained the last of my energy. Monique guided me to the couch, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Rest,” she ordered. “I’ll be here if you need anything.”
I didn’t argue. My body still wasn’t at full strength, and the comfortable cushions were far too inviting. Within minutes, I drifted into a light nap, vaguely aware of Monique sitting nearby, the rhythmic clicking of her laptop keys filling the quiet space.
When I woke later, the house smelled of seared beef and fresh herbs. I stretched carefully, making my way to the kitchen, where I found Monique chopping vegetables for a salad.
She glanced up and smiled. “You’re just in time to help.”
I smirked, rolling up my sleeve. “I think I can manage.”
Together, we prepared a simple but delicious dinner—steak cooked to a perfect medium-rare, a crisp salad with vinaigrette, and warm bread with butter. We set the table and sat down to eat, the meal feeling both satisfying and intimate.
As we ate, our conversation turned to the upcoming fall, and the reality of Monique’s return to Boston loomed between us.
She swirled her wine glass, staring at the deep red liquid. “It’s going to be strange ... being apart after spending every day together like this.”
I reached across the table, taking her hand. “We’ll figure it out. It’s only for a few months.”
She nodded, though her eyes held a hint of sadness. “I know. It’s just ... I love this. Being with you. Waking up with you.”
I squeezed her hand. “Me too.”
We fell into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying the moment.
Later that night, as we climbed into bed, Monique nestled against me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over my chest.
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