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…