After meeting Carrie and making out in the beer garden parking lot, I received the text, “When are we going to fuck.” She was 46 to my 26, newly divorced, and we sexted through the night. We fucked in every bar bathroom we separately visited and somehow she wore a different spring dress with no underwear in each one. For the following week, we texted everyday, trading off how we’d fuck on each other’s desk. One scenario she kept returning to was sucking my cock under my desk. I learned she was in the process of divorce of a 20-year marriage that had been dead for a decade. Carrie had a kid in college and two in high school. She worked a mid management job in a PR firm and most of her fantasies occurred in her office having me sit in her chair and her get on her knees. She would be in her gray suit, unbuckling my pants and looking up at me with a smile on her face as she pulled my cock on….and that’s where it would stop. Followed by, “When are we going to see each other :)?” Between living with 2 other roommates and working too much and her living with her two kids a full time job, we never had a place to connect.
Author: jest1500
[M]y Summer with Carrie [46f] the Divorcee
My long distance relationship dissolved when I was 26 and I the fact that short term chances should be taken, a few days before I ran into Carrie on a Midwest summer night a few years back. I was on the first leg of a bachelor party pub crawl at a large outdoor beer garden and we met in line to buy beer at an outdoor kiosk. I turned around to eye where my friends were sitting and she was standing there behind me, blue eyes, sandy blonde shoulder length hair, 5”4 with a white tank and Jean shorts. She lit up when we locked eyes and we wore funny buzzed grins realizing the spark was felt by both. We flirted in in the line until we bought our beers and smiled, going our separate ways. I felt the opportunity lost and found her at the corner of the dance floor for the out door stage. She saw me and we both smiled. I leaned in to her left ear, putting my hand on her hip, and laughed and shouted over the music,“ Do you want to go make out in the Parking lot”. She laughed back, “Of Course!” And I led her by the hand, weaving our way through the crowd until we made it to the alley. I hooked my finger around a belt loop of her Jean shirt and pulled her close. We were both perfectly drunk and perfectly attracted and drawn in a way that you get when your lucky and we made out in an alley. She pulled me close to her and my hand moved to her hair and lower back as we kissed deeply. I had been ignoring texts until I realized the bachelor party had other stops to make and I was MIA. She asked for my number as I asked for hers. I hurried my way through crowd to find a slightly annoyed group of guys waiting on a party bus. My phone buzzed with a notification from Carrie, “so where should we fuck first?” End of Introduction