This story is called a Romance for a reason. If all you want to see is the same old, same old, look elsewhere.
This story has been in the works for weeks, trying to get the rights words to create a very erotic atmosphere and avoid using the much over used porn vocabulary and mental images. Yes, yes, I know, what is porn without all the moans and groans.
What I was attempting to do was build a strong foundation base about a person who has centered their life around self-gratification and has found the results of that unsatisfactory.
Then love comes along and the result is way better than the first. If I am successful, you may find the start of the story, as slow and uninteresting, but as you continue it grows on you
Until in the end, you cock is stiff or your panties are wet.
Good luck to all of us!!
Happy Birthday Connie
Connie woke up slowly. She was depressed, because it was her birthday, her fiftieth birthday, in fact. What had happened? She was alone in her bed, with no one to share her hopes, her fears, her successes, and her failures.
She had started out with supreme confidence, that her life would be an example, of a woman of success. But she did not feel successful right now. She was lonely.
In the Beginning
Connie was born into a rather average middle-class couple, who were normal people. They eventually had a couple of kids and went about their lives. Except, a few events occurred, that affected everything, from that point on.
Connie was a beautiful baby, a beautiful little girl, and beautiful woman. She also had a brilliant mind, with an IQ of 130. She was also a little outside, of the average child in temperament.
Connie learned very early in life, that her mind and her body could be helpful, in getting what SHE wanted, and not be troubled with how it impacted others.
Connie was considered a very attractive woman, being 5 4 and 120 pounds, with auburn hair, brilliant blue eyes, 34 C cup breasts, very nice legs, and great ass. To put it in a crude manner, any normal male would love to jump her buns.
Anyway, with her physical assets, and mental abilities, she was admitted to Harvard Law and graduated with honors.
Connie used her mental and physical assets, from the beginning.
While attending Harvard, she met her first husband Frank. Frank also had a brilliant mind, and they both went to work at the same law firm. The marriage lasted only two years.
Between Harvard and her last husband (#2), she bedded uncounted numbers of men, including lawyers, bankers, doctors, firemen, police officers, and just average men, to advance her goals.
Connie was worth over $1,000,000, by the time her second husband divorced her, because everyone under the sun was getting the benefits, and he was getting the shaft.
Now Connie was 50, and still looking good, but she was alone.
Connie had used everything at her disposal, including every sexual trick in the book, and was now alone. What had gone wrong?
Connie knew that she was well versed in the sexual arts and had used them all. And yet here she was, 50 years old, by herself and miserable.
Connie did not know who to talk too, because she did not have any female friends. Other women kept their husbands, sons, and daughters away from her, because of the rumors!
There were a few people, that she had not screwed, one way or the other. One was Ted.
Ted was a rather nice man she knew, who seemed harmless, and he was about the same age. He had been happily married, until his wife was killed by a drunk driver, 8 years ago.
Connie did not understand why Ted and his wife had such a close relationship, because he seemed rather boring.
Connie had not seen him in a long time. Ted has always been nice to her, and considerate, even though most people kept their distance. Maybe Ted would listen to her, without being judgmental. One could always hope.
Connie was able to locate Ted without much trouble. She called his home and was happy to hear a friendly voice, even when he knew who was calling. After a few brief words, she managed to ask Ted if she could meet him for coffee, at the local coffee shop. He was pleasant, and very careful in what he had to say, considering what her reputation was.
When they met later that day, Connie saw that Ted hadn't really changed much, over the last few years. After a little small talk, she managed to get to the real reason why she called.
She needed someone to trust, to hear her problems, without any accusations or judgements, letting her spill her guts without interruptions. She felt everything coming out when she could see his caring consideration.
After a little while, Ted suggested that they find someplace quiet, where their conversation could be less public. They finally decided that the local library, in one of the small study rooms, was quiet enough and public enough, that people would not jump to the wrong conclusions.
They sat at a small table, facing each other, where they could see the important feelings, that only the face can express. It was a very embarrassing moment, and they decided to stop after a while, to gather their thoughts. It was decided to meet again tomorrow, at the same place.
The next day, they met again, so Connie could continue her confessions, slowly. After all, to just rip off the band aid in a split second, is too much.
They continued to meet every few days, to as gently as possible, talk about a lifetime.
After a few more days of talking, they began to sit on the same side of the table. It was not a conscious effort to get closer, but an unconscious effort to communicate, on a more personal level.
During one of those sessions, as they parted, Ted gave her a hug of encouragement, and briefly touched Connie on the back of her neck. It was not sexual on his part, but it was something else to Connie.
