I woke in the morning, her arm was still around me and she was pressed firmly into my back, as I lay there and remembered the situation that I was in I froze as I realised that I had an erection. Wasn’t sure whether it was because I needed to pee, or whether I’d been dreaming, or because of the soft, warm body that was pressed into my back, and the arm around my waist, inches from my crotch.
‘This is not good Bob, you need to get a grip.’ I told myself.
I lay there for a while and when she eventually woke the first thing, she did was hug me closer to her, I don’t think that she knew where she was when she realised, I felt her kiss the back of my neck.
“Good morning Bob.” She sighed softly. Her voice sounded so much more relaxed than the previous day.
I returned the greeting.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked.
She yawned and turned onto her back and stretched.
“Oh yes thank you, and thanks again for letting me sleep here, my bed felt too big. And I just needed to be with someone, you know?”
I understood that. When my wife died, I found sleeping in our bed so difficult, so many memories. In the end, I had to replace it, I swapped it with one in the guest rooms. I still go in there and sit on in sometimes, I swear that I can still smell her scent on it.
I felt her hand slide onto my belly, so close to my now full erection, she nuzzled into my neck. “Hmmm how about one of your bacon sandwiches Bob?”
I nodded. “Sure thing.”
She rolled away again and laid on her back.
“Give me a shout when they are ready.” She said.
I lay there, unable to move, if I got up, she would see my erection, she nudged my back.
I cleared my throat. “Well, the thing is.”
She giggled. “Bob! Have you got morning wood?”
I blushed. I was pleased that she couldn’t see my face.
She laughed. “Oh come on Bob, that’s not unusual. Tom was always hard when he woke up, no need to be embarrassed.”
I turned onto my back and looked at her.
“Really? I’m in bed with my daughter-in-law with a raging hard-on, and it’s no need to be embarrassed?”
Her expression changed and she looked serious.
“You never said that it was a raging hard-on Bob” She grinned.
She winked and slipped out of bed, as she did, I got a glimpse of her legs, almost to her pussy, god she looked good.
“Okay, I’ll go to the bathroom, to spare your blushes, though, from what Mary used to say, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”
She turned her head and winked at me, then left.
I lay there, ‘what was that? What just happened?’ I quickly jumped up and slipped my pants on and yesterday’s shirt and went downstairs.
“You look a lot better this morning Grace,” I said to her as we sat at the table devouring the bacon sandwiches that I’d prepared.
“I am Bob, I’m done crying, there are things to do, arrangements to be made.”
She put her sandwich down and picked up her cup of tea. “And solicitors to see.”
I stared at her, she was serious. ‘He’s blown it this time’ I thought.
I promised that I would support her in any way that I could.
“I know that you will Bob. And I have a favour to ask you.”
I looked at her. “Anything Grace,” I said.
“I don’t want to go back home. Can I stay here for a while? I don’t know how long for, but I don’t think that I can ever stay in that house again.”
I stared at her. “Of course you can. You can stay here as long as you like.”
She smiled. It was lovely to see her smile, she was a really attractive woman, and I loved to see her smile.
" Okay, now that is sorted. I am taking you out for dinner tonight.” She said.
I protested but she was insistent. “When I called, you came straight away, no questions, and I know that no matter what happens, you will have my back.”
I nodded. “You know it.”
Later that morning I received another text from Tom. He wanted an update from me. When she found out that he’d contacted me again she held out her hand.
“Let me have the phone.” She said.
I handed it to her, and she pressed dial, as I left the room to give her some privacy I heard.
“I don’t care what you say, Tom, we’re done. So stop pestering your dad.”
I waited upstairs until I heard her call up and tell me that she’d made a coffee. I walked into the kitchen and she was sat at the table, I could tell that there’d been some tears, but she looked okay.
“You alright Grace?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes, I’ve said what I had to say, and it’s done.”
I sat and put my hands on hers. “Are you sure honey?”
She nodded. “Yes Bob, it’s not going to be easy. But I can’t take him back, just because she’s chucked him out. When I asked him if she hadn’t chucked him out would he still be wanting to come back, I didn’t believe his answer.”
I nodded because I too didn’t believe his answer. I squeezed her hand.
“Well you know I will be here for you,” I said.
She took my hand and held it. “I know Bob. And I’m so grateful.”
We had a lovely evening, a delicious meal and a walk along the river in the moonlight. As it got colder, she cuddled into my side and I wrapped my coat around her and hugged her close to me. It was a slow walk, she’d had a little too much wine, and not the cheap stuff either, the meal and drinks had been put on her husband’s credit card account, he was starting to pay for the divorce already. I was driving so I had only had one glass, she’d finished off the bottle and a couple of cocktails and slumped into the passenger seat of the car as I prepared to drive us home.
She asked me to take her to the coast. I only lived a few minutes from the beach and she said that she wanted to look out onto the sea. I humoured her and we drove out and I parked on the seafront and turned off the engine.
We sat in silence and watched the waves break on the shore as the wind picked up and a storm headed inland. There were a few other cars parked, it was dark and my headlights that had illuminated the cars that were already there as I drove in. I parked up away from the other cars. It was a popular spot for local couples to go to make-out and more.
“It’s lovely here Bob. Tom and I used to come here to make out before we got married.”
I smiled, I remember finding condoms in his pocket one time when I was checking his jeans before Mary put them in the wash. I also remember feeling quite jealous of him.
She put her hand on mine.
“You know, I used to fantasise about you.” She said, her words slightly slurred.
I was surprised by her revelation and put it down the fact that she was drunk.
She smiled. “Do you remember our wedding reception?”
I nodded. “A great night as I remember.”
She smiled. “Yes, but what I remember, is dancing with you after my dance with my dad. You held me, and I could feel you, pressing into my belly.” She giggled.
Oh my god, I’d forgotten about that, how did she remember.
“Tom thought he was doing a great job that night in the honeymoon suite.”
She leaned closer and put her finger to her lips and whispered.
“But he didn’t know who I was thinking about.” She whispered.
'God, what is she playing at? I thought.
“I think we should be getting you back,” I said.
She pouted and sat back in her seat, her arms folded across her chest.
“No!” She looked at me. “I’m not leaving until I’ve been kissed!”
I stared at her. “Now come on Grace. We’ve had a lovely night, and you’ve had far too much to drink. Let’s go home.”
She turned her head away and pouted more.
I sighed, I leaned over and pecked her on the cheek.
“There, can we go now?” I sat back and she looked at me.
“Call that a kiss?” She leapt across and grabbed my head and pressed her lips against mine and we kissed, and not in a paternal, friendly way, it was a full-blown, prelude to sex, kiss. I was taken aback she put a lot into it. Her tongue had forced its way into my mouth and played with mine. Finally, I managed to extricate myself and she sat back down, I looked at her.
“Happy?” I said.
She smiled. “For now.”
I rolled my eyes, the sooner I got her home and into bed, the sooner this would all end.
She was almost asleep when I pulled into the drive, I helped her out of the car and walked her up to her room. I sat her on the bed and turned to leave.
“Bob, you’ll have to help me, I can’t get out of this dress on my own.”
I rolled my eyes, ‘this could go badly wrong here,’ I thought. I sighed then stepped up and unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head, she looked stunning, her figure was better than I remembered, she wore a tiny pair of purple panties and a matching bra. She looked so sexy, it had been a long time since I had seen a body as beautiful as hers, this close. I shook my head as I remembered who she was. I finally got her into bed, kissed her cheek and turned off the light, as I left the room, she called out to me.
“Dad?” I stopped, and turned, “I love you.”
I smiled, “I love you too honey, now get some sleep.”
In my room, I sat and stared at the wall, ‘what was all that about?' I’d never seen her behave like that, and she knew about my attraction to her all along!’ I was so relieved that I got out of there without embarrassing myself. I slipped under the duvet and drifted off to sleep.