Meeting in the park

My eyebrow was raised at her, wondering where this was going. A cleared throat later, she was back to the topic. “Anyway, we don’t want to hear the truth about the men we are attracted to. My husband was a dickhead to everyone he knew, and I was warned about him. I was blinded by his looks, his charm, his desire to be the best and earn a lot of money. I wanted security, I wanted the house, the dog, the kids, the car. I wanted it all. I got it, and I lost my soul in the process.”

“Okay then,” I pondered her words, then offered a counterargument. “What about the so-called ‘strong single women?’”

Now she really laughed. “Oh wow, honey! You’re asking for it.” I smiled, rest my chin on my fist, and waited for her response. A deep breath and a moment to think, and she did her thing. “Okay, here goes. I can see you go for strong women, like me. Look sweetie, I’m not strong. I’m actually weak. I got it all, and I lost my soul, like I said. The ‘single ones’ I can’t explain em to ya. All I can say is that single women got their own agenda. They want to do things their way, and look for perfection. But we are all a contradiction; we want to be told what to do by a strong man, but we want control over our lives.”

The Day I met Alex part 2

Alex and I managed to arrive at her vehicle, a newer Buick Lucerne, without so much as an inappropriate touch.  When she opened her side and sat down,  the click of the passenger lock prompted me to sit on that seat.  After closing the door, she started the sedan and began driving from the parking lot.  This had me more than a little confused, not to mention unnerved.  “Where are we going?”She had a mischeivious tone to her voice.  “Someplace very private.  That way we can do whatever we want.”As the car made its way down a winding road or two, we turned down a path marked “Private drive.”  Now I was truly concerned.  For all I know, she was about to make me a victim of a “black widow murderer,” and I would be erased as a spot from the universe.  Moments later, as my heart rate skyrocketed, she found what was obviously a quiet patch out of sight of anyone, and put the vehicle into park.“Okay,” she breathed out, as though waiting to exhale.  “My husband owns this as investment property.  Hasn’t been able to sell it for years.  A while back I chose this spot to come and collect my thoughts.”I felt her hand running up and down my left leg.  The tingling sensation it generated made my mind race and sent my manhood into a rapid rise to full arousal.  Alex, to my surprise, was looking at the bulging now developing in my trousers.  “So, my friend without a name, am I turning you on?”“Well,” I stammered a bit.  “My name is…”She shushed me.  “I don’t want to know!  My biggest fantasy has always been to be with a total stranger I would only see in passing, and then share a hot wink with.”That was a huge stunner for me.  I never expected a woman to want to throw herself to a man she barely knew, much less not want to know his name.  Still, this was something I found extremely sexy about her.  “Well, in that case, yes.  You are turning me on, badly.”She opened her side door up and winked at me.  “Then lets get out of the car and tend to some business.”What was she up to?  I exited the vehicle as well and we met at the front of the car.  She pulled me to her and our lips met, this time far more hungry for each other.  Hers were sweet and tender, allowing me to relax enough to open my mouth and let her tongue in.  As mine touched hers, I could feel myself hardening full, and felt compelled to press myself against her.  We continued our kissing, our hands roaming up and down each others backs until she reached down and squeezed my buttocks.  The cheeks compressed gently in her firm grip.  As I moved off her lips and down her neck, she gasped.  “Oh my goodness.  That ass is so soft and firm!  Wow.”She allowed me to lick and nibble on her neck then, spinning around, she backed herself up against me.  My hardness was squarely pressed against her buttocks, eliciting a clear moan from her.  She seemed to be reeling in pleasure, reaching back over my shoulders and stroking my hair.  Then, reaching down to my hands, she pulled them up and held them over her full, firm breasts.“Oh god, sweetheart,” she hissed.  “Squeeze them.”Obliging her request, my hands gently kneaded her breasts, feeling the lace bra underneath.  After a few moments of caressing and cupping, she walked forward two steps and pulled the blouse over her head.  A blue bra was all that separated my lips from her bosoms, and that didn’t last long.  After unclasping the back and letting it slide from her shoulders, she turned to face me.  Two near-perfect, full alabaster breasts with deep-red, quarter sized areolas were looking at me.“Do you like what you see?”  She inquired, a husky, oversexed tone in her voice.  I nodded gently, then she said.  “Okay, honey!  I want to see your cock now!”Obliging her, I removed my belt and unclasped my pants.  A quick pull of the zipper, and they dropped to the floor.  She could see my manhood standing proudly  against my briefs as she walked back to me.  After a gentle squeeze of the shaft through the material, she kissed me again then hissed.  “Take those undies off. I want to see it!”Stepping back, I pulled my briefs down, and that was all she needed.  Sighing at the sight, she put her hands on her bosoms and squeezed them.  “Okay,” she instructed. “This is what you are going to do.  I want you to sit on this car, and I’m going to straddle you.”I nodded, loving the aggressiveness of this lady.  After I did as instructed, Alex performed exactly as promised, straddling my pelvis.  My manhood in hand, she maneuvered the head past her panties until it was at the folds of her entrance.  I was seconds away from being allowed into her, and it caused me to moan softly.“Are you excited?” Alex asked.  “How bad do you want it?”I couldn’t help myself.  “Bad!  I want to be in you bad.”Her eyes displayed the look of a hungry tiger ready  to devour her prey.  It was evident she had not been with a man in quite some time, but she gently, slowly teased me with her wetness, letting me throb and pulse wildly in her hand.  “Oh, young man!  You are so going to enjoy this, I promise you that!”As I nodded, she gently, slowly eased me into her, taking in every part of my length until I was completely inside her.  A soft moan was all she let out, but I could hear a hiss in her breathing.  “Oh my!  Oh my!” was all she continued to say.“How is it?” I asked.  Probably the dumbest thing I could possibly say.She chuckled slightly, then tightened her wall muscles to squeeze me.  I felt locked into place with her, like a car which couldn’t move after having its wheel booted.  That was no issue for her.  “Sweetheart, we haven’t even started yet.  But how does it feel for you?”“Tight,” I smiled.Alex grinned back.  “Good.  I work out a lot and never had any kids.  I was hoping I was still a tight fit.  Now, I wonder what we do next.”

The day I met Alex

I noticed her from afar at while sipping my coffee.  She was absolutely beautiful in the most unlikely of ways.A flaxen haired, blue eyed goddess she was.  Standing about five feet, four inches tall, she carried herself with utter confidence.  Maybe she was a cheerleader in high school, or class president, or even voted Most Likely to Succeed.  It was irrelevant.  The fact was she projected class, charm, and raw sexual magnetism.  Of course, here I was, the over-40 loser, feeling as though life had passed me by.  Granted, I had accomplished much of what I set out to do in my life, but it all felt like artifice at this moment.My coffee had a particularly bitter taste to this morning.  All the cream and sugar available couldn’t take the edge off.  My heart was empty, and soul was crying out for something, anything to keep me going.  Life was feeling as though the world decided to say “sorry, old boy, but you’ve served you’re purpose.  Time to go out to pasture and pass from the memory of this sorry planet.”  The emptiness had consumed me.  My loins, however, burned with a remarkable passion, considering that I regarded my own marital life is much improved.She come over and sat down next to me, sipping her cup.  It was hard to tell what sort of drink she had purchased.  While I loved my coffee, the nuances of the product were not something I really engaged a deep understanding off.  To me, it was either “weak,” “strong” or “rocket fuel.”  I preferred strong and, judging from the potent scent her cup put off, she did as well.  I attempted to turn my head her direction in a discreet manner – nothing doing, she managed to catch my eyes looking at hers.  Stunning and clear, they captivated me.  She likely caught me looking at her full breasts, which looked as though the Almighty blessed her with the means to capture men on sight.  Then again, she may have preferred women – who was I to know?”I’m sorry,” she said softly, noticing her elbow had bumped mine.  “I didn’t mean to do that.”Now she had me blushing.  I couldn’t help but conjure the sort of thoughts which the Catholic school nuns I dealt with in my youth would regard as filthy.  “It’s okay,” I said, my voice creaking a little.  “Go ahead, sit down.”After taking the adjacent stool, she noticed my leg twitching up and down.  “You okay?””Yeah,” I chuckled, attempting to conceal my nerves from this bombshell.  Her bluish green shirt had just enough of a plunge on the neckline to reveal rather ample cleavage.  The sight of which sent my mind racing, and my manhood roaring to life.  I twisted in my chair a little in a failed attempt to conceal the newfound lust within me.  Good grief, I thought, please deliver this temptress from my proximity.She sighed slightly and leaned over.  “You’re making a really bad attempt at hiding that, you know.”My eyes went wide as I glanced at her.  A crooked smile and raised eyebrow was all I needed to know she had stared at my erection.  At that very moment, I focused on my own writing, frantically trying to get my mind off this woman.  She shook her head, then leaned in again to my ear.  “It’s okay!  I’m very flattered.  My name is Alex, by the way.”She told me her name.  I gulped.  She wants to talk to me.  She wants to strike up a conversation.  “I’m…I’m…I’m,” I stammered.”Don’t worry,” she laughed.  “You don’t have to share your name.  I see the wedding band.  I know how scary it is to have another woman actually notice you.  I’m married too.””Say huh?” I grunted.  This had gone from awkward to downright nerve wracking.”Yeah,” she answered, wiggling her ring finger.  The diamond on it must have been at least three carats.  No doubt a very loaded husband.  I was awestruck she was interested in me.  Shifting had become useless, now that I was fully aroused.  It was merely a matter of time before I had to stand and go to work, so I decided to make the best of it and hope things would subside.”That’s a huge ring,” I said.She nodded, her smile disappearing.  “Yeah, it is.  My husband bought it for me about three years ago, shortly after he cheated on me.  I guess it was his way of trying to make it up to me.  Buying my forgiveness, feh!  Such a male thing to do.””Kinda painting with a broad brush there,” I remarked, a hint of protest in my voice.  “Not all of us try to buy our spouses forgiveness.  Some of us simply take our punishment and do the best we can.”Her face hinted intrigue with my response.  “So, I take it you aren’t immune to the siren song either huh?”Shaking my head, I sighed.  Another sip of coffee and I was off and running.  “Nope, I’m far from perfect.  About five years ago, I gave in to temptation.  She was someone I had been friends with, and we met while I was traveling on business.  We talked, we laughed, we hugged, we kissed.”Alex completed what I was about to say.  “And you fucked.””Well,” my face blanched a little, but mainly because she was right.  “If you want to say it that way, yes.  I can’t say we really ‘made love’ because there wasn’t really love there.  Lust, yes, but not love.  It was a lot of fun in one night.”Her hand was now on mine, and she leaned in again.  “How much fun do you think you can handle?”My eyes really went wide with that one.  “Um, okay.  I can handle a lot.  The question is, how much can you handle.””Love,” she answered.  “I am in my fifties and married thirty years.  My husband may have cheated on me, but that’s only because I cheated on him too.  I just have the advantage of understanding howto make him feel guilty.”Now I was the one who was intrigued.  “So, do you prefer older or younger men?”She licked her lips and winked.  “Younger, of course.  Not too much, though.  I’m not a cradle robber.”Now my mind was sent spiraling.  I squeezed her hand and leaned in to her.  Despite my best efforts to resist, our lips met for a gentle kiss.  It tasted sweet, like candy. She had a distinct floral fragrance to her.  Whatever perfume she wore, it was very sensual.  Her hand squeezed mine as we gently shared a liplock.  No tongue, we remained classy.  She rose from her stool.  “Okay, young man.  I think we need to take this to my car.”To be continued…