Beth-Ann is a nice Country name; I'm not sure she's completely comfortable with it... but that comes from her weight issue. Personally... she's Pleasantly Plump... though this Description is probably gonna snark her off is her hears it come from any lips. Come to think on it... there are quite a few Things in her Existence Beth-Ann would love to change... if she were sure the outcome was a
Happy Ending
; the early marriage-have kids-get divorced because his sorry ass couldn't be faithful/got bored/some other lame excuse... well... that was definitely
one
.
Though she does Love her only child... a beautiful girl... whose body constantly reminded mommy-dearest about her weight; Angelica is slender with firm, perky tits. Angelica keeps pushing mom to get out there and date; Mom keeps telling her, "Eventually..." And that's where things stood for quite a few years; Beth-Ann's sexual experiences stopped at fingers and the one...
only one
... vibrator she kept tucked beneath her pillow.
So... how do I get involved? Boredom; while walking through the grocery store one day she meets a friend who has just taken a part-time job... as a Server where I Work. Beth-Ann agreed to stop by one evening... and Honored her word; the introductions actually skipped me... since her Friend had crossed me earlier and gotten their Head Ripped Off. The snub was intentional... and Beth-Ann... made it a point to introduce herself to me.
Like many Vanilla MILFs, her eyes betrayed the off Sensation rumbling through her; like a very select group... that Sensation never let go. It took two months of visitations... a Season where we only saw each other very rarely... and a warm Summer to bring things to proper Mash readiness.
Opening day at her pool; the party was a major success... especially considering the cops didn't show up or get called. It ended rather early... just before 23:00; I was Volunteer Clean-Up. If you Know squat about me... you'll Understand Why I offered; which makes the sex that happened... almost proof of my Reason being Lie... or would... if I weren't the Prey here.
Yep... Beth-Ann had done the Classic: get drunk in order to flirt with a guy; if you know me... the sex that happened seems at odds with the Requirements. Technically... this is True; the Exceptions to this... are well within the Grey Between. In her case... I was the one who stopped her from getting
too
wasted. Tipsy she is quite bubbly... just enough so that several Swinging Dicks in attendance marked her as Easy Pickin's. Security is Why I was cleaning up...
The sex came about... because of her Crash; emotions finally caught up with intoxication... and suddenly I was the Shoulder to Cry On. Here again... My Way would have me
listen
... but keep my Dick in my pants. So... what happened? What went Wrong? Nothing went Wrong... and what Happened... was Common Sense. Beth-Ann caught herself right as she began sniffing at the nape of my neck. The low, sexually charged growl was the only Warning many have gotten before I Took what I Needed from their Flesh.
But wait... if she backed off... what's this about sex? Well... around 02:00... I was awakened by someone moving through the living room; unfamiliar surroundings always heighten my Survival Instincts... and even though I Sensed Beth-Ann and her only... I was still on serious guard. Apparently she saw... or Sensed... my anxiety.
"Just wanted to wash the taste of beer out of my mouth," she spoke softly... tenderly. I chuckled; the heavy, wary Tone of a Caged Dog slipped from my chest. She moved towards the sofa with measured care; she wasn't frightened... just trying not to set me off. The Difference is so subtle that one could argue it was My Imagination... my take on her Natural Movements in her Natural Environment.
Up until she sat down; I rolled onto my side, placing my crotch right up against her silk-clad bottom. The thin cotton sheet was another barrier... as were the jogging pants I wore; even so... the Hard-On managed to make its presence known... and felt. She giggled... then, setting the glass onto the wooden coffee table, she took a deep breath.
"When you write... do you think about anyone in particular?"
"Sometimes," I groaned, shrugging off Sleep's grasping clutch. Mentally I was not ready for a Discussion of my Tales.
"I wondered what it would be like... Training."
Not quite fully awake, I Heard the emptiness... and Knew the Clarification was just beyond her Thoughts.
"Which Day?"
"Day One... and Night one as well," she said, chuckling with relief.
Typical; most MILFs find Day and Night One appealing... and the Why Behind is pathetic in simplicity: lack of Sex-at-Home. Just that simple; break 'em off every now and again and presto. Collectively I have been known to call them
Vanilla Violation Day.
"Have you gotten to the
Rules of Engagement
yet?" She nods, humming an affirmative. The Sound heralds her constantly shifting Thoughts.
"I don't think I could deal with... the restraints." I noticed she was squirming around.
"You invited me here to hit on me. If you've read... you should know..."
"The Requirements; it was a test... and not entirely for you."
The Honesty of her words dragged a chuckle from her; "Trust me... you still Got it hun; I Follow a Code."
"I see that now." Which is why you were not as silent as possible when getting the drink; I know she could easily slip in, get a drink and exit without alerting me... buzz be damned.
"My ex wouldn't have sex in the pool... at least not with me." I Felt the venomous Memory slithering in the near-darkness. My eyes traveled to the vertical blinds attempting to keep the Full Moon from shattering the Spell of Darkness.
"Then I suggest we correct his blunder."
"Too many Bad Memories..." and that explained why she didn't swim all night long... why she never changed into a swim suit... only wore that blasted sky-blue flower print sun dress... a hideous thing on a Woman's Mature Frame.
"
Banish Bad Memories with Good.
"
