Alone in the Afterglow

Eliza and Michael reunite to consummate their long-delayed love on a hot summer day.

It was a hot and humid July day in the south. Eliza paged through her wardrobe in her mind trying to decide what to wear. This would be the first time she had seen Michael in months. It wouldn't be a long visit — and it would be the last until he sorts some things out and they can finally be together without people asking questions and making speculations.

With no need for makeup, Eliza slipped on the fire red dress and headed out to meet Michael, who knew of a place they could park and have some privacy. She filled up her SUV since she knew they would need to keep on the AC and headed north. First, she'd pick him up so he could leave his car in a big box store parking lot — not too far on the boundary or too close in to bring attention to the sitting silver sedan.

As she approached the exit where he'd be waiting, her stomach filled with the same butterflies as it did the night they realized they had feelings for each other. Her heart rate increased so she tried to calm herself by breathing in slowly and exhaling purposefully. She was a little scared and a lot excited to be in his presence again after all this time.

She pulled into the parking lot, found his silver Chevrolet, and took a deep, cleansing breath as he exited his car and opened her passenger door. Michael looked at her with his sapphire blue eyes and endearing grin and said, "Well, hello there." Pressing the door locks, she melted into his gaze, her smile broadening with joy and replied, "Hey to you, stranger." Michael leaned in to kiss her gently, then pulled back, that same smile on his face. Weaving his fingers into hers, he said, "Let's go, angel." With that, Eliza put the SUV in gear and headed out to the country.

"Turn right here," Michael said, "then take the dirt road off to the left." The secluded spot Michael found for them was a beautiful little cove in the foothills that would provide a bit of shade and quite a lot of privacy for them. Eliza pulled the SUV into a wooded area and put it in park. Michael squeezed her hand, still intertwined in his, and looed deeply into her eyes. They'd been apart so long; this would only be a taste until his divorce was final, and they could truly start their relationship again.

Michael and Eliza had loved each other for a long time but put it aside. He was married, of course, and she was the forbidden fruit. During an initial separation, they began to explore the feelings, but all of that stopped when his wife came back and they gave the marriage one last shot. Eliza loved him all the more for trying to exhaust all efforts before ending it, but things were just over, and they finally realized it.

Eliza turned on the jazz station and they moved to the back seat where she made sure all of the air vents were aimed towards them. It was already 95 degrees outside.

He pulled her close and she rested her head on his chest. This was one of Eliza's favorite memories and ways to love Michael. Hearing his heartbeat for the first time meant she hadn't been imagining things all those years and that he really did love her, too. As she did that first night he held her, she wrapped her arms around him tightly and listened to the heart of the man every ounce of her longed for. She felt the cadence of his breathing and hugged him tighter, trying to commit this feeing to memory. Looking up at him, he kissed her on the forehead, then her cheeks as she moved her head higher, her lips closer to his.

Gazing into those blue eyes that first melted her years before and were now dancing once more, Eliza saw everything she'd always wanted and needed — a strong but gentle soul who longed for and craved her as much as she did him. "I love you, Eliza. Thank you for waiting for me." Eliza bowed her head slightly as he spoke. "I know this was so hard for you. I know your heart broke over and over because of me, but you waited and that means the world to me. You didn't have to wait."

"I know," Eliza replied softly. "I didn't really have a choice, Michael. No matter how much I tried to move on, forget you, forget this, this little flame of hope kept flickering in my heart. I stopped looking at your photos. If you came into my mind I tried to think about anything else. I organized the kitchen. I cleaned house. Literally anything to stop thinking about you but I couldn't. That little flame kept burning inside me. I just kept praying you'd choose you this time."

Michael pulled her body in tighter as tears began to glisten in her eyes. "I know, my angel. I know."

The smooth jazz flowed through the speakers as they held each other for a few silent minutes, just soaking in every single second of their time together. Eliza made it clear she didn't want to be the reason he divorced her. She wanted him to leave on his own terms — because he deserved love and intimacy without begging for it — and because he'd ensured everyone's happiness for decades at the expense of his own. Michael needed to reach these conclusions on his own so that he could make the clean break he needed without any regrets.

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Eliza began to run her small, soft hands down Michael's chest, Michael massaging her back, noticing there was no bra under her red dress. They looked at each other and smiled, Eliza straddling Michael as she had the second night they were ever together. Michael pulled the tie loose on the white lace shrug Eliza wore over the red sleeveless dress, pulled it down off her shoulders, and threw it into the front passenger seat. He gently rubbed her soft white shoulders as she lifted his blue t-shirt up over his head, mussing up his silver hair a bit. She smoothed it back down and then placed her hands on his cheeks. Michael pulled her close again, pressed his lips to hers, and swirled his tongue around hers.

Eliza moved her hands back to the silver hair she found so sexy and grazed his scalp with her fingernails, running her fingers down the nape of his neck as they continued to kiss even more deeply. He released the kiss and looked longingly at Eliza, noticing the crossover bodice on the dress had a little mark where a pin had once been to keep it together for modesty. Michael slipped his hands under the material on the shoulders of the red sleeveless dress and began to slide them down, revealing more of her flawless porcelain chest. She slipped her arms out of both sides, fully revealing the breasts he'd only seen through a camera, and he closed his eyes as if to capture the scene in his mind forever, then cusped them in his hands, massaging them slowly but firmly.

Leaning back to rest on the passenger seat behind her, Michael leaned forward and took her left breast in his mouth, sucking her nipple and swirling his tongue around it, gently biting it a few times. Feeling Eliza's body collapse a bit in response, he took he right one and did the same, then lifted the dress over her arms and head to reveal her body except for the red lace panties she wore beneath it.

Michael smiled at her beautiful, perfect skin. He knew she wasn't confident about her body, but he knew he wanted every inch of it for his own. "You're simply stunning, my angel." She bashfully smiled and thanked him. He pulled her back into him so they could feel their bodies against each other. His chest was ruddy but smooth and Eliza longed to finally touch his skin. With the lightest touch she floated her fingers along his pecs while she kissed his neck, feeling him jerk against her in excitement. Eliza kissed his right nipple, then circled it with her tongue, sucking it into her mouth while she pinched the left one. Michael groaned and she moved to the left one, finishing by kissing his lips aggressively, fervently, and biting his lip ever so lightly.

The khaki shorts Michael wore were beginning to bulge from his excitement. He loosened the button and unzipped them to release his growing manhood. Eliza lifted herself up on her knees and gestured for him to pull his shorts and briefs off. He got them to his ankles and she pulled them around his shoes, tossing them into the floorboard on the driver's side.

Eliza placed her hands around Michael's fully erect shaft, watching him as he leaned his head back and close his eyes to enjoy it. Michael felt her wetness through her lace panties and had to switch their positions a bit. He guided her to lay back against the driver's side door and put the pillow she kept in her back seat behind her head. Slipping off the red lace, he instantly saw the glistening excitement between her thighs as he tossed them onto the pile with his shorts. Now, both completely naked and vulnerable, Michael spread Eliza's legs apart and placed her left foot on the console for support.

"You are so wet...again," Michael said.

"It's all you, my love. You do this to me," Eliza replied.

Michael thought about starting gently, but couldn't help himself, plunging his face into the sweet and earthy wetness he'd licked off his fingers months before. He kissed her labia top to bottom, then spreading them apart, licked from her vagina back up to her clitoris, feeling Eliza's hips thrust in pleasure. She was so wet he grabbed a tissue to dry some of it up so he could get some friction.

Eliza reached down to pull her lips apart so he could focus on his task. Michael felt her hard, raised clitoris and pulled it into his mouth, sucking it with a gentle rhythm, then plunged two fingers into her vagina, slowly feeling the inside of the vault, pushing as far inside as he could go, then pressing the grainy surface of the g-spot behind her pubic bone. Again, Eliza's body tweaked with pleasure.

Drying her off a bit more, he wanted to see her orgasm. With two fingers to her clit, Michael began gently and slowly, picking up the pace and the pressure, until he heard her breathing pick up even more. Thighs shaking, she uttered his name over and over, and then with "Michael, I'm coming," her body began to shake; her clitoris throbbed with the orgasm.

He took his fingers into his mouth to lick off the sweet stickiness of her passion and quickly wiped her off a bit so she wouldn't mess up her seats when she sat up.

Quietly, Michael pulled Eliza close as her breathing came back to normal. Feeling her close to him was everything. He'd longed for this kind of intimacy for years and she gave it so freely. He was the answer to all of her prayers, too, feeling her body and spirit melt into his.

Michael's shaft remained hard, his balls throbbing as he longed to finally make love to his angel and consummate this delayed romance.

Eliza wrapped her hands around his neck again, kissing him deeply and with so much passion Michael felt like the head of his penis would burst. She leaned back down toward the seat, drawing him toward her and looking into his blue eyes as if to say, "Take me."

Michael smiled softly at his beautiful angel and gazed into her shining green eyes. "I never knew I could have a love like this until you," he said. "I wondered what was wrong with me and why she didn't want to love me the way I wanted to love her. Now I know it wasn't me. I just needed you."

He softly brushed the back of his hands against her flushed cheeks and kissed the lips he'd fantasized about in the wee hours of the morning. Pressing his knees under her thighs, he watched her as he entered her for the first time. Eliza's body shuttered to feel him inside of her and she tightened up on him. Michael smiled as she closed her eyes and they both felt his shaft pulsate when she squeezed.

Changing speeds and pressures, Michael was so close to orgasm, but she needed more, so he put his hands around her waist and guided her to flip over on her knees. Self-conscious about her butt, she hesitated. "Baby, I love your butt...and you're going to love this." Eliza smiled at him reluctantly but turned over, resting on her forearms with her butt raised high.

Michael slipped underneath and surprised her, making them both laugh. He leaned up and kissed her dripping wet lips, then prepared to take her from behind. First, he slipped his fingers inside and she tightened up. It felt different this way. He pulled her cheeks apart and lightly grazed the crack from the top to bottom, returning to lightly circle her anus with his pinky, which he then inserted, with his middle finger back into her vagina. Feeling her pleasure, Michael knew she was ready. He guided his very, very hard penis into her soaking wet vagina and thrusted fervently. In and out, fast and slow, she moaned in ecstasy. "Michael, please, please keep going."

He continued, aiming for the g-spot. Eliza gasped and screamed, "Oh, Michael, I'm almost there. Almost....oh, oh, Michael." She convulsed and he felt her gush from the orgasm. She collapsed beneath him, but was still on her forearms, and he was ready to ejaculate. Knowing he was ready, Eliza turned over to watch him at the finish line. He stood over her as she admired his body. Eliza swiped her hands through her lips to get them wet and wrapped them around Michael's throbbing, purple shaft, smiling as he writhed in the pleasure and pain of orgasm and feeling the warm, white semen flow from him onto her stomach.

Now collapsing back into the seat, Michael felt Eliza come near, wiping them both clean with a tissue, then wrapping her sweet, loving arms around him. Once again, they both rested in the moment, holding each other closely and committing it to memory.

Drifting off to sleep, Eliza would awaken first, startled to find herself alone in the afterglow in the cold darkness of her bedroom. It had all been only a dream...or perhaps now a haunting nightmare of what could have been. Only time would tell.