I was really busy at work that day, but I could not stop thinking about “Kitty”. Probably because every breathe I took reminded me of the morning we just had. The smell of her body was everywhere and one of my coworkers even asked what I had been up to that morning with a sly look on his face. My head was huge, and I was on top of the world. Never before had I experienced this feeling. This overwhelming addiction to a person and all the things they did to and for me.
For the next week, I would go to “Kitty’s” place in the morning instead of the gym. Each morning better than the last. We started to bond. We grew closer emotionally. She would tell me how amazing I made her feel and I would concur. It was like nothing else existed when she was in my arms or rubbing her pussy all over me. We chatted, and I learned about her rough childhood, her sexual partners and the things she was set out to accomplish. She spoke to me with the wisdom of a mature woman and you wouldn’t have know we were 10 years apart, except for the condition of her skin and body. I was starting to have thoughts about what life would be like everyday with her and not just the morning rendezvous or the work glances.