My wife and I of nearly 10 years divorced in 2005. The kids and she lived in the house and I moved in with my Aunt and Uncle in the next town over. I was very heart broken about the divorce and how it all went down, but the day I signed the papers to end the marriage it felt like the weight of the world was off my shoulders. It really took the divorce to make me see how unhappy I was being married to my ex. I got a cell phone (I swore I'd never get one, but when you no longer have a house to live in, you need a way for people to reach you, I guess) and started an online dating profile. Here I was: 37 and free to date for the first time in over a decade. It felt weird to set up a profile since the last time I dated, those sorts of things didn't exist. But, I hadn't been laid in over a year and I figured speed was important. I had one month until I had to fly back to Louisiana and then back to the oil rig for work, so the clock was ticking. I felt my chances of at least finding a fuck-buddy were good, maybe something long term as well. One truism about divorce is that both parties are going to lose weight. I went from 200 to 185 pounds over the 6 month process of ending my marriage. Being 6 foot 1 and now only weighing 185 made me look rather skinny, I thought. I'd hoped anyone I was going to meet wouldn't mind a skinny guy.
I spent my days helping my Uncle with his back yard. He had a sizeable property and wanted to build a dog run for his Labs and since I was living with him for free, he was going to get something out of the deal. The area he wanted clear was a mass of brush, sticker bushes, and small trees. It was going to take weeks to get it clear, but I needed something to occupy my time and a little hard work never killed anyone.
On my first weekend of freedom from my ex, I met a lady named Joan for dinner. We'd met online and she seemed nice enough. When I got to the restaurant, I found her easy enough since she'd used a recent picture of herself on her online profile. The thing that I was about to learn that is very common on online profiles is that clever editing is usually at work on the pictures in everyone's profile. In this case, Joan's photos showed she had a very lovely face, but hid the fact that she was kind of heavy. Not fat, certainly not obese, but certainly heavy. She stood when I approached her. She was about 5 foot 5 and a good 160 pounds. Again, not fat, but she was big for sure. She had bright blue eyes and bleached blond hair. As I approached her, she said hello and then stepped in and hugged me. I was kind of surprised, but I hugged her back. We were at a Mexican place and it was very crowded. I suggested that we get our drinks and go sit on the outside patio where we could actually hear each other talking.
We spent the next three hours talking, laughing, and getting to know one another. Joan had just turned 31, had never been married, had been engaged a few times, and no kids. She worked at the local COSTCO, and hated it. "People are such assholes," she said. We had a good three margaritas each and at about 11pm, we said good night. We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to see each other the following evening.
The next morning, I was out in the back clearing brush when my phone rang. It was Joan. She wanted to know if I'd like to go see a movie tonight. There was a double feature at a drive-in theater that might be fun. I accepted and told her I'd drive and call her before I left so she could give me direction.
As I pulled in front of her apartment complex a few hours later, she was standing out front. She got into my car and after she closed the door, she turned toward me and I leaned in and kissed her lips. She reached up with her right hand and grabbed my head lightly, pulling me toward her as her lips parted for mine. We kissed for several seconds and I could feel my cock stirring in my jeans. We broke off the kiss and headed for the drive-in. I'd brought a few beers for us to share and really don't remember actually watching much of the movies. We spent the entire time talking and making out and sipping beers. More than once, we'd step outside the car and share a cigarette. I'd quit years ago, but had picked it up during the divorce. Joan told me that she'd been smoking for years and really didn't feel like quitting any time soon.
After the movie was over, I drove Joan home. We sat in the car park and made out a little more. At one point, she reached down and felt my hardness through my jeans. She pulled away from my kiss and said "Wow! Someone's excited!"
I felt my face redden, as always happens when I'm embarrassed, and said "Sorry. I've not been laid in a looooong time. I can't help it."
"It's ok, sweetie," she said. "I understand. I'm kind of flattered, too. But, you're just going to have to wait. I'm not that kind of girl." She leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Well, good night. I have to go. Call me later, will you?" and she opened the car door and got out.
"Sure. I'll call you tomorrow." I said.
She leaned in again and said "Call before that!" and then closed the car door.
I watched her enter her building and she turned and waved to me as she opened her door. I pulled out and waited about 5 minutes before I called her.
"Took you long enough," she said as she answered the phone.
"Sorry, it was hard to get my phone out of my jeans pocket," I said.
"I'll bet," she said. "So, you've not had sex in over a year?"
"Yes," I said. "It's been almost 18 months. My ex cut me off a long time before we actually decided to get divorced."
"That sucks, I'm sorry," she said. "So, what? You just beat it pretty often, huh?"
I laughed and said "It's either that or explode. "
"Even when you two were separated, you didn't fool around?" she asked.
"No," I said. "I still had hope that we'd get things worked out. But that didn't happen, so here I am."
She laughed again. "Well, I'll make a deal with you. You manage to get through until tomorrow without stroking yourself, and you can spend the night over here tomorrow. Sound good?"
"That's a deal!" I said, my cock straining against my jeans.
"Good," she said. "Now, don't you dare cheat because I'll know. I always will know, remember that."
"I promise to not pleasure myself," I said.
"Ever? Even when you're at work?" she teased.
"Well...I don't know about that. I'm gone for a month at a time. Not sure I can last that long."
"We'll see," she said. "Call me tomorrow. 'night." And she hung up.
I spent the following morning working in the back yard again, really not able to concentrate on what I was doing. I called Joan at lunch and she told me that she got off work at 3:30. I could meet her at her apartment at 4 if I wanted. If I wanted? Hell, I could crawl over there at this point.
The clock seemed to go very slowly all afternoon. Finally, 3:30 arrived and I left my Unlce's house. I stopped by the store and bought a bottle of wine, then picked up some Chinese food to go, and headed over to Joan's.
When she answered her door, she stood aside and let me in. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, she was in sweat pants and a loose-fitting t-shirt. I kissed her as I passed and headed for the kitchen.
"I brought wine and Chinese food, is that ok?" I asked.
"Sure!" she said as she entered the kitchen. She walked in close to me and peered into the bag of food. "What'd you get?"
"General Tso's, some broccoli beef, and egg rolls," I said. "Would you like some wine?" I asked holding the bottle in my hand.
She leaned in and grabbed my cock through my shorts. "Dinner can wait. I want this now. Come on." And she turned and walked toward her bedroom. I followed in a trance, my cock hard as it's ever been.
She turned to me when we were in her room, kissed my lips softly, and said "Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen. " Then she backed away and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Yes, ma'am," I said and I quickly stripped. My cock was pointing high at the ceiling as she looked me over.
"Turn around. Let me see your butt," she said, making a 'turnaround' motion with her finger.
I did as I was told and slowly turned around. When I was facing her again, she said "Very nice, babe! Nice ass!"
