It had been a busy night at the bar, as always on Sundays. Jake was tired when i came to the local bar, Donna’s, to unwind, as usual, after a hectic nigh. As usual he found Samantha at the bar.

He liked the company with Samatha even her 20 years a top of Jakes age, and they have came closer since their night together with her her friend Catherine (read Late nightcap ends up in the experience of my life), even if we never had talked about it.

“Hi Jake, hoped you would come tonight” Samantha said as soon Jake was inside.

“Hey there,” Jake replied, sliding onto the stool beside her. His body still remembered their night together, a fact that occasionally made their casual bar encounters slightly awkward, at least for him. “Busy night at the bar.”

Donna placed his usual gin and tonic in front of him without being asked. “On the house,” she said with a wink. “You look like you need it.”

Samantha turned to face him fully, her perfume—something light and floral—teasing his senses and said, “I’m off to bed, but as I know you have the bar closed on Monday, would you fancy to come home to me tomorrow evening for dinner?”

“Would be really nice, thanks, what time” Jake answer.

Samanta smiled and said “then we have a date, 8 o’clock, is it convenient?” Jake could only nod, Samantha’s touch affected him more than he thought possible”. Then she was gone.

Jake watched her leave, the sway of her hips causing a familiar tightness in his chest. He turned back to his drink, aware of Donna’s knowing gaze on him.

“So,” Donna said, polishing a glass with practiced ease, “you and Samantha seem to be getting along well.”

Jake took a long sip of his gin and tonic. “We’re just friends.”

Donna raised an eyebrow. “Sure you are, honey. I’ve been bartending for thirty years. I know ‘just friends’ when I see it, and that ain’t it.”

Jake felt his cheeks warm. “It’s complicated.”

Monday 15 minutes before 8 and Jake was knocking on Samanthas door.

Samantha opened up in a sexy outfit, pulled Jake inside and started kissing him, Little chocked, Jake returned her kiss.

After a while, Samantha pushed me away softly, “God, I’ve been waiting for this” Samanta continued “I’ve been thinking about this since the time with Cathrine”

“I’ve been thinking about it too,” Jake admitted, surprised by his own honesty. His hands found her waist, drawing her closer. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk about it, or if it was just a one-time thing with Catherine.”

Samantha’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Catherine was just the catalyst. I’ve wanted you since you moved in across the street.” Her fingers traced the line of his jaw.

She laughed, the sound warming him from the inside. “I made us dinner, but honestly…” Her hands slid beneath his shirt, her cool fingers exploring the warm skin of his back. “I’m not particularly hungry for food right now.”

Jake’s breath caught in his throat as her hands explored his skin. “I’m not particularly hungry either,” he murmured, capturing her lips with his again. This kiss was different from the ones they’d shared with Catherine present—more intimate somehow, more personal.

Samantha pressed her body against his, backing him slowly toward her bedroom. “I’ve been thinking about you,” she confessed between kisses. “About what it would be like, just the two of us.”

They stumbled through the doorway, hands fumbling with buttons and zippers. Jake’s shirt fell to the floor, followed quickly by Samantha’s blouse. In the soft lamplight, her skin glowed golden, the slight signs of age only making her more beautiful to him. He traced the curve of her waist with reverent fingers.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, meaning it completely.

Samantha smiled, a hint of vulnerability crossing her features. “Even with all my wrinkles and gray hairs?”

Jake brushed a strand of silver hair from her face. “Especially with those. They’re proof of a life well-lived.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to the delicate skin below her ear. “Besides, I’ve always been attracted to older women.”

She laughed softly, her hands working at his belt. “Lucky me, then.”

They fell onto the bed together, the urgency between them building. Without Catherine’s presence, there was a new intimacy—no audience, no performance, just two people discovering each other’s bodies with unhurried pleasure.

Jake unhooked her bra with one hand, revealing breasts that were still full and beautiful. He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand caressed the other. Samantha arched beneath him, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him closer. He took his time, savoring her responses, learning what made her gasp and moan.

“Jake,” she breathed, “I need you.”

He moved lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, his hands easing her skirt and underwear down her legs. When he settled between her thighs, she trembled in anticipation. Unlike their first encounter, there was no hurry now, no Catherine directing their movements. He could explore at his own pace, discovering exactly how to please her.

The first stroke of his tongue made her cry out, her hips lifting involuntarily from the bed. He placed one arm across her abdomen, holding her steady as he continued his intimate exploration. Her taste was intoxicating, her responsiveness fueling his desire to bring her pleasure.

Her hands clutched at the sheets, her breathing growing more ragged with each passing moment. When he slipped two fingers inside her, curving them upward in search of that perfect spot, her reaction was immediate and intense.

“There,” she gasped, her thighs tensing around his head. “God, right there.”

He kept his rhythm steady, his tongue circling her swollen clit while his fingers maintained their gentle pressure. He could feel her building toward release, her internal muscles beginning to flutter around his fingers. When she came, it was with a cry that sent heat rushing through his body, her back arching off the bed as pleasure overwhelmed her.

Jake continued his attentions until she gently pushed his head away, too sensitive for more. He moved up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. Her hands fumbled between them, finding his erection straining against his underwear. She pushed the fabric down his hips, freeing him. Her touch was confident, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply as she stroked him.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered against his lips. “Now.”

Jake positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. He paused, looking into her eyes, the connection between them felt different than that night with Catherine—more vulnerable, more real.

Samantha wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer. “Don’t make me wait any longer,” she urged, her voice husky with desire.

He entered her slowly, savoring every sensation as her body welcomed him. The tight heat of her enveloped him completely, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. For a moment, they remained still, adjusting to the feeling of their bodies joined together.

Then Samantha began to move beneath him, setting a slow, deliberate pace. Jake matched her rhythm, his hands sliding beneath her to lift her hips slightly, changing the angle. The adjustment drew a gasp from her lips, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Perfect,” she breathed, her eyes locked with his. “Just like that.”

Unlike their frantic coupling with Catherine, this was unhurried, each thrust deep and measured. Jake watched Samantha’s face, memorizing the way her expression changed with pleasure, the small crease that appeared between her brows as she concentrated on sensation. Her body felt like it was made for his, their movements together natural and intuitive.

“I’ve thought about this,” Jake confessed, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. “Being with just you.”

Samantha’s eyes softened, her hands coming up to frame his face. “Me too,” she whispered, pulling him down for a kiss that was both tender and passionate.

The pace of their movements increased gradually, their bodies finding a perfect rhythm together. Jake could feel himself getting close, the pressure building at the base of his spine. But he was determined to bring Samantha to climax again before he allowed himself release.

He shifted his weight to one arm, his other hand sliding between their bodies to find her sensitive bud. His fingers circled it with just the right pressure, and Samantha’s reaction was immediate—her breath hitching, her internal muscles beginning to clench around him.

“Jake,” she gasped, her head thrown back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. “I’m close.”

“Let go,” he encouraged, his voice rough with his own approaching climax. “I want to feel you come around me.”

Her orgasm triggered his own, her body pulsing around him in waves of pleasure. He buried himself deep inside her, his release flooding through him with an intensity that left him gasping. They clung to each other as the aftershocks subsided, their bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in unison.

Jake collapsed beside her, careful not to crush her with his weight. For several minutes, they lay in comfortable silence, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Samantha curled against his side, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns through the light dusting of hair there.

“That was…” Jake began, searching for the right words.

“Different,” Samantha finished for him, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him. Her face was flushed, her hair delightfully mussed. “Better, I think.”

He nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “definitely better,” he agreed, leaning in to kiss her softly. “More intimate.” Samantha smiled against his lips.

“Just us,” Jake murmured, his hand sliding down her back to rest at the curve of her hip.

A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the distant sounds of the city outside. Jake found himself studying her face—the laugh lines around her eyes, the soft curve of her mouth, the silver strands mixed with the dark of her hair. She was beautiful in a way that transcended conventional standards, her confidence and self-assurance making her all the more attractive to him.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, her fingers lightly tracing the contours of his chest.

“How beautiful you are,” he answered honestly. “And how unexpected this all is.”

She laughed softly. “Life’s full of surprises.

She studied his face for a moment, her expression turning thoughtful. “So what happens now, Jake?”

The question hung between them, loaded with possibilities. Jake traced lazy circles on her bare shoulder, considering his answer carefully.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I’d like to find out.”

Samantha’s smile was warm, a hint of relief in her eyes. “Me too.” She nestled closer against him, her body fitting perfectly against his side. “Though I should probably feed you at some point. I did promise dinner, after all.”

Jake chuckled, suddenly aware of his empty stomach. “Food would be good. I worked up quite an appetite.”

“I bet you did,” she teased, pressing a kiss to his chest before sitting up. She reached for his discarded shirt, slipping it on. The sight of her in his clothing, the hem barely covering her thighs, sent a fresh wave of desire through him despite their recent activities.

“You look better in that than I do,” he said, watching as she moved toward the door.

She glanced over her shoulder with a coy smile. “Then I’ll have to borrow it more often.” She disappeared into the hallway, calling back, “Wine?”

“Please,” Jake answered, enjoying the domestic comfort of the moment. He sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he listened to her moving about the kitchen—the opening and closing of cabinets, the clink of glasses, the hum of the refrigerator door.

This was different from anything he’d experienced before. His relationships had always been with women his own age or younger, often beginning and ending in the same frantic, passionate rush. But with Samantha, there was a sense of ease, of natural connection that transcended the physical.

What Jake didn’t know was that this was the last time he would see her.

Two days later, he saw moving trucks outside Samantha’s house. When he went to ask for Samantha, he was told that they didn’t know, they had just been told to pack everything up and drive to Germany with the household goods.

Still today, Jake ofter think about her, and wonder why she never told him.