Hazel is sitting on the stool infront of the dressing table. It was a warm summer evening and the window was opened wide. Each time the evening breeze blew in she could smell the musky smell of the freshly cut grass. The lacy curtains billowed inwards and along with and along with them the soft light from the street lamp below. Wearing a full white satin slip, scooped low at the back, a pair of white satin panties and no bra, Hazel finishes brushing her hair. Looking up she smiles, standing behind her is Mike, her husband. Their eyes meet through the mirror. The sight of his handsome reflection causes a stir in her body. As a shiver runs down her spine, her do not look away. Mike is so attractive in his dark business suit and she can smell his aftershave from where she was sitting. He moves closer, never losing eye contact through the mirror. Hazel shivers again, this time more of a slight tremble. She feels the warmth eminating from him as he stands behind her. His breath flutters on her neck as he brushes aside her hair and kisses her gently on the neck. Hazel moans softly and slowly closes her eyes. His kisses are feathery, light and warm. She tries to turn her body towards him to kiss his inviting mouth, but he stops her. Placing his hands firmly on her shoulders he tells her gently not to turn round. Opening her eyes Hazel looks at his reflection in the mirror. The beginning of a little smile cause the corners of his mouth to turn up slightly and as he slightly closes his eyes small wrinkles form at their corners. This gives him a handsome rugged look. His right hand caresses her shoulder, back and forth. He loops the thin strap of her slip onto his forefinger and lowers it, leaving her right breast visible to his admiring gaze. Her eyes never leave his as she watches the admiration in them as he takees in the vision of her naked breast. Her nipples pucker, just from the contact of his eyes, nothing more than a look and she can feel her passion rising. It is as though her nipples is reaching out to him, begging for his attention. Mike slides his hand across her left shoulder and lets the other strap drop. Once the slip is past her hardened, puckered niples, it falls silently to her lap. Both her breasts are now free and unveiled in the soft light. Mike looks through the mirror into her smouldering eyes. Reaching down he takes both nipples in his fingers and lightly pinches them. Hazel gasps softly from his touch, the sound barely a hiss in the softly lit room. Feeling a fullness in her breasts and an aching in her lower tummy, a moist warmth begins to dampen the centre of her panties. Hazel again sighs sotly. His hands leave her nipples and slide slowly down her body, over the puddled slip. Reaching the flatness of her tummy he presses gently on it as if trying to relieve the aching there. Instead, of course he is only making Hazels feelings stronger. He leans closer and Hazel can feel the roughness of his clothes on her warm skin. He holds her close to him for a few moments before slipping a hand under her elbow and inviting her to rise. As Hazel stands the slip falls to the floor in a whisper. His hands slide down her arms, turning her and holding her away from his body, his eyes surveying the beauty before him. His eyes roam from her soft blonde hair, pausing for a moment at her quivering lips, which are slightly parted as she breathes softly. His gaze lingers at her full breasts, before moving down to her tuumy, then the faded moistness that is just visible through her panties. Hazel moans louder as she adds to the moistness and Mikes eyes tell her silently that he knows what has just happened. He stands back, arms crossed over his chest, and looks directly into her eyes, causing Hazel to tremble once again. He tells her to slip out of her panties, which she does without hestitation. Mike opens his arms and she steps forward into them, the roughness of his clothes stimulating her nipples even further. Pulling her with him, Mike sat on the edge of the bed, drawing her gently onto his lap. Hazel is quite aware of the wetness seeping from between her thighs, dampening his trouser leg. Mike is also aware as he feels her warmth permiate through to his skin. He turns face towards him, and for the first time since he had arrived home, kissed her. It is along probing kiss. Hazel closes her her eyes, low moans escape her, but they are lost in their open mouths. Still locked in a passionate kiss, Mikes hand moves to her neck and traces its way over her shoulder, where he finally touches her breast. Grasping her hard nipple, he gauges her reaction to see how ready she is for him. At that exact moment her tongue reaches out for him, giving him the answer her requires. The kiss stops abruptly and his hands leave her breasts. She feels cold and empty. Placing his hands gently under her arms he raises her to standing. Hazel looks down at the damp stain she has caused on his trousers. Mike looks too, then looks into her eyes and smiles tenderly. Lifting her gently in his arms he lays her on the bed, her blonde hair splayed across the frilled pillow. Hazel watches as Mike removes his jacket and tie, the rest of his clothes just sem to melt off him and soon, he too is completely naked. His knee causes the side of the bed to lower as he crosses over her and lies beside her. He looks so powerful and virile to her, lying there. Turning on his side, he pulls her to him. They lie still and embraced in each others arms. Not a word is spoken, all that can be heard in the room is their quickened breathing, and surely Hazels beating heart. Very gently he rolls her onto her back, his nads on her shoulders. His lips close with hers for a moment before travelling down her neck and over the soft skin of her under arms, peppering her with tiny feathery kisses. He raises her arms to her chest and continues the journey, carefully avoiding her breasts and slowly moving to her flat tummy. Lowering himself even further he tenderly kisses her on the soft hair of her pubic mound. His hands slide gently between her legs,applying slight pressure to her inner thighs, silently asker her to open them to him, which Hazel does willingly. Mike sits back on his heels and admires the beautiful opening that has been hidden from him till now. He lowers his head and draws in the aroma of her womanhood. Slowly he raises his head, holding his breath deep in his lungs, savouring the scent of her. The scent tells him Hazel is a woman ready to be loved. Lowering his head again he gently kisses her inner thighs, taking care not to touch the spot that Hazel wants him to touch the most. Teasing her, he kisses her body everywhere except that special spot, that special spot that silent pleas are begging him to kiss. Her body is burning form the need for him. She raises her hips to his moving face, but he is careful to let just his warm breath brush her there. She closes her eyes as he moves up her body and takes one of her hard nipples in his mouth. He sucks hard on it, gently nipping it with his teeth, sending sparks right to the centre of her needs. Mike doesn\'t neglect her other breast and teases the nipple with the same treatment. Hazel can hear her own moans, as his mouth slips from her breasts and traces its way down her body and presses his tongue against her open womanhood. Her moans tell Mike he is where she wants him to be. The tip of his wet tongue flicks at the hard pebble at the entrance to her opening and she almost screams at the intensity of the contact. Her head turns rapidly from side to side as her moans grow louder. Her hands open and close continually, gripping the duvet as she shudders under his ministrations. Lights seem to explode behind her closed eyelids. Moments later, she reluctantly returns to reality. She is lying there enjoying the warm feeling flowing from her core, through her tummy and as far as her breasts. Mike moved between her legs. She looks down as he strokes his manhood, before rubbing himself in the creamy wetness of her orgasm. He moistens himself thoroughly before placing it in her entrance, making sure that the feelings they share will be soft, smooth and sensuous. Mike still hasn\'t entered her. He waits, holding his weight from her on his arms. He spaeks softly to her, his voice deep and filled with passion. He tells her to look into his eyes and not to look away. Of course she will, she will do anything he asks of her right now. Her eyes lock with his as she feels him push slowly and gently into her, filling her, making her feel so much a woman. His movements are slow and deliberate. The special place where they are joined is still well lubricated by her unending flow of juices. It feels to Mike that his shaft is wrapped in silk as he gently slides in and out of her, moving like a well oiled machine, slowly increasing his speed. Hazel feels that wonderful ache building inside her again, its warmth spreading upwards. Watching her intently, Mike is aware of what is happening to her, even before she did herself. Suddenly he rocks back onto his heels, pulling her up onto his lap in one easy movement, without missing a stroke. She tries to hold him close but Mike pushes her away, holding her body away from his. He tells her to look into the full length mirrors that make up the wardrobe doors. Hazel watches their reflection as their bodies move in sensual rhythm. She returns her eyes to Mike, who is now looking down between their bodies st the point of their union, still holding her back so he can watch their coupling. With one hand Mike touches her sensitive bud, gently caressing it. Surprised by the contact, Hazel screams with pleasure, the lights exploding again. Mike pulls her close to him, swallowing her screams. Their bodies move in an erotic rhythm. Hazel hears the low gutteral moans escaping from his lips. He gripped her waist firmly and held her still as he emptys his seed into her as she grips him in her velvet vice. Spasms from deep within her milk every drop from him. Much later as their orgasms subside, Mike holds her close to him. He lays his head on her cheek, feeling for the first time, the unnoticed tears she had shed during their poerful love making. He holds her, rocking her gently, telling her how beautiful she is without the use of words. After a while he pulls away from her and gently tucks her into their bed. He slides in behind her, so they fit together like two spoons in a drawer. He rests his hand beneath her breast, feeling the steady beat of her heart. Placing a kiss just below her ear, he whspers, \'I love you,\' as Hazel closes her eyes and drifts off into a contented sleep, cradled in Mikes loving arms. Mike looked down at her and wondered, what, in the twilight of his life had he done to deserve this beautiful woman.