Let's get cleaned up^

As much as you want to tell Jackie to take you straight to her bed, you know you had better slow down first and give yourself some time to recharge.

"How about we take some time to freshen up a bit?" you say to Jackie as she walks you toward the front door. As you approach, the door opens and a tall muscular man steps out and to the side, holding the door open for you to enter. You almost don't hear Jackie's response because of how you're distracted by his obviously sexualized butler's outfit. He's wearing a black coat and bowtie, but no shirt. Instead, his muscular chest and washboard abs are on full display. Further down, you see that instead of trousers he's wearing black chaps to match his black coat and black bikini briefs that barely contain his well-defined bulge.

"I was hoping you'd say that. Let's get cleaned up before we get dirty again. Oh, this is Geoffrey, our butler," she says, gesturing to the man holding the door.

"Welcome home, madam. How do you do, sir?" he says in a polite and polished British accent.

"Oh, uh, very well. Thank you," you respond, still feeling a little off-guard at the surrealness of the situation.

"Oh Geoffrey, dear? This is Mr. Jones. We're going straight to the showers and... wait, I have a better idea. Would you please have Sofie draw a bath for us?" Jackie asks the butler as soon as you both step inside the house and he closes the door behind you.

"At once, madam," he responds, and Jackie gives him a firm slap on the ass as he hurries off.

"Do you usually have him dress like that?" you ask.

She laughs, "Oh heavens no, I only have him dress like that when we have company. Most of the time he just wears the briefs."

"Oh," you say, trying to act as if that seemed perfectly normal. "And Sofie...?"

"...is our maid, and she's simply lovely! Come on, the master bath is this way." She takes you by the hand and leads you deeper into the house, barely giving you time to take in the opulent displays of wealth around you. Expensive draperies, tapestries and classical paintings on the walls, antique vases and fine furniture all show you that this woman wants for nothing. It makes you feel envious of her lavish lifestyle. She leads you into a small antechamber with a tiled floor, benches, towels, bathrobes, and shelves and hooks for clothes.

"Would you be a dear and help me out of this dress, please?" she asks you with a smile.

"Of course," you answer as she turns around. Breathing in deeply, you take in the floral scent of her hair as you unfasten her dress. She lets it fall to the ground, pooling around her feet. Her bare back is to you, inviting your gaze to travel down her spine to the red lacy thong forming a small sheer triangle above her well-toned shapely ass. She hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and bends over, pushing out her ass towards you as she slides the panties down her enticing legs. Her bare pussy peeks out at you between her thighs, making your cock stir and your mouth water. She stands, steps out of the pool of discarded clothing, and turns to face you. This is not the body of a typical woman in her fifties! Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes travel back up her legs and follow the contour of her hips. Between those hips, you see her neatly trimmed landing strip which has no doubt guided many lovers to their destination. Further up past the flare of her hips, her body curves inward to her flat stomach, and just above that hang her lovely breasts that you had gotten very familiar with during the ride over here. Your eyes continue moving up her neckline to her jawline. Her knowing grin and flashing eyes wreathed by delicate smile lines tell you how much she loves being admired like this.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying the view, but I'm afraid you're overdressed for the occasion," she says teasingly. Stepping toward you, she reaches for your collar and begins to unbutton your shirt. Her perfume mingles with the scent of lotion and remnants of your seed. It's an interesting and somewhat exotic mix. You unfasten your belt and let your pants fall to the floor just as she undoes the last button. Her hands find their way inside your shirt and slide up your chest until they reach your shoulders. She pushes the shirt down your arms, sliding it off behind you. Her hands slide down to your waist and give your underwear a firm downward tug, sending them sliding down your legs and landing around your feet. Her hands move around your sides and up your back as she pulls your naked body in against hers. You wrap one arm around her shoulder and cup the side of her head with the other hand. Your eyes lock and your lips draw closer... closer... and closer until finally they meet. Your eyes close. The kiss is soft. It's patient and ****, not like the hungry and lustful embrace from your first time with her. Your lips part, and your eyes open again. There's a new connection to her that wasn't there before. You can see it in her eyes. You can't quite define it. It's not love. It's not romance. It's not ordinary friendship either.

"You feel that?" she whispers.

You nod.

"You know what that is?" she whispers again.

You shake your head.

"That feeling tells me I made the right decision," she says with a sparkle in her eye.

You give her a confused look, not quite understanding.

"Come, I'll explain in the bath." She takes your hand and leads you into the next room.