Mr. Duvall

She knocks on the door, he answers wearing his starched button down shirt, starched and creased jeans, cowboy hat and boots. He smiles, and she smiles. She steps inside, gives him a light hug and he offers to make her a drink. He has been at a cookoff, making killer bbq and winning prizes. He doesn't smell like smoke... because he has already had a bath... and he plants a big kiss on her, and says it has been awhile.

She has on a black skirt, camisole, bra and a sheer top with a huge poppy bloom on the front. Black stockings and high heels... he likes it when she dresses up just to let him undress her.

Yes, it has been too long. She explains how she has suffered temporary insanity for about 6 weeks, but it is over now, and she is glad to see him. They smile at each other, make a toast and sit down and catch up on each other's lives as she gives him a foot rub. When she finishes both his feet, he reaches for hers and returns the favor. They laugh and kid each other and some sweet kisses pass between them...

then a whole afternoon of great lovemaking ensues, until they both collapse and can no longer count how many times they have both encountered pure ectasy... they stop in between and chat, wet their whistles, shower or eat great bbq or other decadent items with each other in bed.

Never has she known a man like Mr. Duvall, he is a great dancer, very much a gentleman and can make love to her for hours until she cries "uncle". He is the oldest man she has ever been with and she wonders what his libido would have been like when he was younger, given what he can do at 57. His honesty, caring, and purity of heart make her know that even though there will never be more between them, she is happy to have him in her life.

The sun starts to set, she needs to start home because she has much to do the next week and he has his life to get back to. They say their goodbyes, wish each other good things until the next time they meet and drive away.

He always calls her to make sure she is home safely and she smiles when she sees it is him calling. He cares, she cares, there are other things in life that are much worse... but her Sunday afternoons with him ... pure heaven.

Today he took her call, and her Sunday Afternoon is looking very very good right about now...

(of course all names have been changed to protect the innocent. He looks like Robert Duval so that is his nickname, she met him on her birthday over a year ago and hopes she never has to call again and tell him she cannot see him again, his feelings were hurt even though he was hopeful for her prospect of a good man in her life (what a joke) the one and only time that has occurred since he met her)