You just can’t believe your boyfriend of two years just dumped you by text? You just can’t believe what he just sent? He didn’t even have the audacity to at least phone, but in a text? Just saying, “It was over.” “He didn’t want to see you anymore.” Especially while at work and not having any real explanation as to why or any good reason? You couldn’t concentrate and you think straight, you pretended have a really bad headache and asked to leave work early.
You didn’t even take the offer from your supervisor of going home by taxi or by a car & driver from a cell phone app service. You lied and said that you would but didn’t after you clocked out and grabbed your jacket & purse. But you just walked out after saying your ‘goodbyes’ to everyone and just walked right out of work. You just started walking. Even though the day was cold & over cast and your jacket wasn’t that warm and the clothes from work were kinda on the thin side. You just keep walking in an endless fog, even going past the bus stop and a few parked & waiting yellow taxis at the corner.
I just bump into as I turn the corner and I catch your gaze as our two eyes meet. “Oh sorry, Miss” I say to you, “It’s ok,” you reply in a low mono tone voice. Sensing something was wrong other than just being bumped into by purely by accident on the mid day street. You just say out, ‘I just got dumped by my boyfriend’. Fighting back the tears from crying by holding her head down, your puffy face partially covered by your shoulder length hair. I take you aside and say, “So sorry to hear that.” Crying aloud, I take you by the arm as just walk down to alittle coffee shop over on the next block and we get a nice quiet little table booth in the back the just freed up. Wiping the tears from your face from the tissues in the tissue holder on the table, I just order some basic domestic blend, house brand hot coffees with milk & sugar just to keep the waitress girl busy, while you start to tell me what happened.
‘I don’t know what I’m gonna do with myself? I can’t tell any of my friends, the girls I work with or my family? Two years of my life, just gone, over with and no exception, no reason? Nothing? Why, why? As you look down and just play with the tissues you used in your hands & fingers before the coffees come. Knowing not to say anything, I just let you talk it out as the coffees come and we just hold the hot coffees in our own hands just feeling the warmth of the coffee paper coffee cups. “I don’t wanna go back home. I can’t face going back there.” Thinking that it must remind you too much of him. “I wanna just go somewhere but there’s nowhere else to ‘go?’ ” Still, I’m not saying anything but just thinking in my mind. So far, not too bad. Kinda cute actually. And probably not a day over 25 at best. I think to myself. Nearly shaking alittle just taking a sip of her coffee, I can see more of her face. Not bad actually. Good features, nice proportions. Pretty eyes even from crying & being alittle puffy & watery but it’s to be expected.
I just ask, ‘Where would you wanna go? If not home?’ Just sitting there, blank for a few seconds. “I just don’t know and I just don’t want wanna go back home.” Still alittle shaky still fighting back the tears and wiping them with more tissues from the tissue holder. “I wish that I could get a ‘do over’ and get those two years, back?” I’m just sitting there, hadn’t had any of my coffee yet, just listening to this ‘girl’ really as I trying to work out what to do & say and then right out of the blue and says, “I don’t wanna be myself anymore. I don’t wanna be ‘me’ anymore. I wish that I could be someone else, somewhere else and with someone who really wants me!” Now the clutch is out and we’re off in gear. But I gotta play it cool and just sit still for a few seconds while I soak this all in. I’m thinking especially since, ‘I’m free’ on my end. I’ll take her back home to my place, especially since I live alone & I got some time off from work still to go & she does look harmless enough. I hold her head up by her chin of my fingers of my hand & say with a stern look. “You’re not going back home and your coming with me.” In a serious, but knowingly ‘nice father’ type of voice. She just asks, in a low quiet type voice “Can I please go to the bathroom, first?” I just simply nod my head yes and she grabs her purse and heads off for the bathroom, walking at a somewhat quick pace for the ladies bathroom.
After a few minutes later she comes back out, not crying anymore with her hair combed/brushed and some make-up back on and alittle lip stick and I stand and just look. . . “She’s quite pretty, actually.” I say to myself inside my head as I take her by the hand and out of the coffee shop we go. Not quite sure if I really should take back to my place but it seemed to be the best choice at the time. I was waiting for her to say ‘What are you doin? Were are we going? Where are you taking me? But she didn’t by the time we got out of the coffee shop door and onto the street.
We manage to get back to my place. A nice apartment in a nice building, in the nice little onclave in town after I got her inside & closed and locked the door. She hands me her old worn handbag purse and takes off her jacket and I just quietly put them on the wooden coat rack by the door and then I take her by the hand to the livingroom from the entry way and still standing, I take her by the face with both hands and look her straight in her pretty eyes and say. “This ‘is’ your new home now! And you’re going to be my woman & belong to me now. And no more silly, little, stupid boyfriends & whatever wannabe nobody guys. You’re are going to belong to me now, you understand. Just nodding her head yes, I see a new look in her eyes. A look that I hadn’t seen before and she says, “I’m going to give myself over to you to do whatever does pleases you! I’m too tired & worn-out of just dating these dumb ‘boys’ and being played for a fool by them & their sick, ‘school boy’ games & jokes. I want to give myself over to a ‘real man’ and to have him appreciate me and my body and I will appreciate him and his body & he will have me for as long as he desires.” Stepping out of her old worn out leather work flats, barefoot she starts to take off her pull over top and then, she starts to take off her pull on stretch work pants get down to her bare bra and panties as I just stand quietly and watch her strip down bare ass naked to hand herself over to me. After she’s done and is naked standing in my livingroom, I just slowly closely walk around her noticing how nice her body really is? Not quiet model quality but nice for a ‘regular girl.’ Nice tits, nice ass, nice body, nice legs and nice, cute feet and toes! I give her a couple of nice feels & gropes here and there as I walk around her. “Are you pleased?. . . I’ve been working out some & I watch what I eat. Standing behind her as I run my hand over her tummy seeing how nice her muscle to fat ratio was. And seeing her nice belly button as partially an ‘innie’ and her shaved pubes with very little stubble. “I like being completely bare, but I could let it grow in alittle or more if you like, Sir.” She calls me ‘Sir’ for the first time as I also lift under her arms to check her arm pits, without saying anything. And the I check her arms, hands, finger and fingernails. Without saying anything, I spread her legs apart to get a better look of her ass & pussy. Without asking or being told that she hadn’t had sex in a few weeks and hadn’t played with herself either. I check her crotch and feel just how warm, smooth and moist her pussy is and just how firm and toned her ass & tigh her asshole was. After that. I get behind her and have her bend over turning her to face the couch seeing how much her tits hang down as she being ‘inspected’ as I do a bowling ball type grip to her pussy & ass with one hand and feel her ripe firm but still jiggly tits and hard brown nipples with the other.
After giving her the going over and liking much of what I saw. I undo my belt and pants and have her get down on her knees and finish undoing the rest of my pants and reach into my boxers and pull my already hard cock out for her to suck me off. First I let her lick it like a little kid would like a sweet lollipop and then put it into her mouth to blow me. You can tell she was just alittle inexperienced but eager & willing, looking up at me as she was going. The more intense it got. I had to sit on the couch and have her lean partially over my lap as I played with her nice, smooth ass cheeks.
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