Although, it has been over 20 years since then, the memory of my now late wife, the first time we made love, not just played people, but made love, was on my balcony, under the brightest of moons, this vision of beauty was a lady who lived just up the street from me. one day she came by with a work friend of mine, i'll be honest, she made my mouth water greatly.

she was wearing just a halter and shorts n tennis shoes, but the tan she had , her legs were what distracted me, her eyes were beautiful blue, but her legs, she had me with them. we talked n listened to music, had some dinner, my friend left but Shelly, stayed, we talked more, then a song came on the stereo that she liked and she asked if i would dance with her, i would have been a fool not to do so., to have this woman against me was pure delight, finally i couldnt resist the urge to kiss her, softly kissing her lips, was like the taste of an angel.

just as our kiss parted the clouds drifted away, the full moon lighted the balcony up, she began to untie her halter, i stopped herwhy i dont know, she looked at me curiously, i said to her, "only if it is what you want to do, im not going to force the issue", she smiled, as she removed her halter top, revealing her lovely soft breasts to my eyes. the moon shined upon her soft tan skin like dark velvet, my eyes took in the beauty of this woman i pulled my own tshirt off, she gave a soft "oohhhh", sliding her slender fingers through my furry chestremind you, this is more than 20yrs ago, and age sucksdamn work calls part 2 soon