“Sensuousness and sensuality,” I replied without looking up.
“Sensuous,” she repeated. “That sounds sexy.”
“You’re thinking sensual.Sensuousness is related to the senses; sensuality is related to sex… although the more I dig into this, it’s akin to the grammar police splitting up two kissing cousins.”
“What do you mean?”
I thought for a moment, then looked at her, looked directly into those big beautiful hazel eyes hiding behind thick reading glasses. “Think Thanksgiving. Imagine how the kitchen is full of all those wonderful aromas that you can practically taste in the air. That’s sensuousness. But, sensuousness–involving all the senses into a sexual encounter–is an accurate use of the term as well.”
“How would you involve all the senses in a lovemaking session?”
“For starters, possibly chocolate body paint. That would engage the nose and the taste buds. But toning back from that, maybe incorporating aromatic massage oils or oils that warmed to the skin especially when blown on or kissed.”
“Sounds like you’re well into your homework for our next round. What exactly have you got in mind there, stud?”
I offered her a smile, then rolled my eyes toward the ceiling. She was referring to what we had coined our monthly lovemaking session–our “Sexual Super Bowl.” It was a term I had borrowed from an excellent book, The Empty Nest Woo and Sandi had openly adopted the phrase as well. “Can’t tell you all my secrets before game time now, can I?”
Sandi pursed her lips and nodded. “Oh yeah?” Standing up, she removed her hoodie and stretched high and tight. Underneath the hoodie, she had on a cami but obviously not her typical cami–this one appeared to have a built-in brassiere, making her cleavage prominent and enticing. “You know I have my ways of finding things out. Besides, it’s getting kind of warm in here.”
She walked over to the woodburning stove and placed her hands on the mantle. She began to stretch out her achilles on both feet, slowly moving up on tiptoes one foot at a time, then back down. Her calves were incredibly sexy–round, well-defined, muscular. And although she had on baggy sweat pants with elastic that held the legs high close to her knees, the movement in her feet and legs were projecting her ass out in a most delightful way.
“Wow,” I exclaimed. “Didn’t see this one coming. Corporate espionage.”
“All’s fair in love and war!” She called out over her shoulder. Then recanted, “Well, I don’t know about war…”
Join Sandi and Robert as they embark on the next phase of life: Life in the empty nest–a time of discovery, of self-revelation and fresh starts.