It’s been noted that so far, nearly all of these stories involve hasty encounters: a quick coupling in a passageway or a passenger seat, a blur of flying clothes and tangled bodies, all with the clock ticking and Somewhere to Be.
That’s fair enough. In my situation (and sometimes, the woman in question’s situation as well), unfettered time can be a scarce commodity. It’s a tradeoff, and one I’ve obviously been willing to make multiple times — but sometimes, it’s nice to be able to relax, to unwind and to let things unwind on a slower reel.
This, as I’m sure you’ve already sussed out, was one of those times.
Early 2000s, year not quite pinned down. That makes me late 30s, or just 40. She was in her mid-20s. Again, I couldn’t say exactly. What I can say is that she was a sweet smiling preschool teacher, with generous curves and long, beautiful deep red hair.
On the minus side, she lived three hours away. On the plus side, her hometown was on my way home after dropping my family off for a week with the in-laws that summer.