Preface -- I know many of you are waiting patiently for me to finish the second part of "The Concert" but I always find writing a satisfying ending harder than getting started, and it may take me some time. In the interim, I found this little love story that I wrote a short time back and kind of forgot about it. It is semi-autobiographical and is an exaggerated version of how I met and got together with my second spouse. The names have been changed to protect the innocent as they say and I will leave it you to decide where I exaggerated. Enjoy!
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Rob stared down at his cell phone in disgust as his third message in a row went unanswered, he had been sitting in the parking lot of the apartment where his son's girlfriend lived for almost twenty minutes waiting to pick him up, but there had been no sign of him. He looked up catching his reflection in the rear view mirror; staring back at him was the face of a man in his mid-thirties with wavy dark brown hair combed back off his forehead and dark forest green eyes that carried a hint of sadness and weary resignation. He smiled back at himself his firm lips and clean-shaven face often leading to comparisons with a young Michael Douglas minus the star power, for a moment his face seemed to brighten, but a frown quickly returned.
With a grunt of effort Rob exited his vehicle and started walking toward the apartment door, he had seen his son vanish through it many times in the past six months. Ordinarily, he wouldn't have been so grouchy about the whole thing, but he had been having a rough day so far and having to drive out of his way, and sit was trying his patience. He walked with the natural gait of an athlete, and his muscular calves would have given him away as a runner if he had not been wearing long slacks.
He reached the door a moment later and knocked, waiting and tapping his foot as the sounds of someone throwing a deadbolt on the other side of the door came to his ears. The door moved back, and Rob opened his mouth to offer a hello but found his voice wouldn't work. The woman standing in the doorway had to be the mother of his son's girlfriend, a little slip of a girl with platinum blond hair and dark eyes, cute and very polite Rob had to admit he rather liked her and could see why his son was attracted to her. The woman before him was a carbon copy of her daughter only you could trade the cuteness for being downright gorgeous, much like her younger progeny she had a thick cascade of platinum blond curls that fell around her face-framing her soft features. Her eyes, such a dark shade of brown that the light color of her hair made them appear almost black, flashed with amusement as she looked up at him. Her skin was flawless except for a tiny mole just below and near her right eye; her full pink lips were pulled back in a smile revealing perfect rows of gleaming white teeth. Rob's eyes worked their way down. He took in her slender body. It was hard to get a read on breast size as she wore a loose-fitting blouse but they looked more substantial than his wife's, maybe a large B or small C-cup.
"Hello?...Oh, you must be Jason's father he said you would be picking him up, I'm Olivia...Kim's Mom," said the vision in front of him holding out her small hand her nails painted a very trendy black color.
Rob took her hand for a moment noting how soft and warm it felt in his as he continued to gaze into Olivia's beautiful dark eyes. She stepped back to let him inside, and after a moment he regained control of his thoughts realizing he must look foolish just standing there and he stepped through the door.
"Yes...uh...I'm Rob...Jason's Dad, it's nice to meet you, Olivia," he managed to stammer out feeling like a teenager on a first date, nervous and giddy at the same time.
"I'll tell him your here, I think they were just finishing their homework, would you like a cup of tea while you wait" asked Olivia.
Rob hated tea, but he didn't want to rush out either, so he gratefully accepted, after a brief trip down the hall to what he presumed was her daughter's room she returned, and he followed Olivia into the small kitchen. She moved past him and stepped up on her tiptoes to pull down a box of tea from inside a kitchen cabinet, the move afforded Rob a careful look at her ass clad in a pair of very tight fitting jeans and he was happy to note that it was just as spectacular as the rest of her. He studied her appreciatively especially Olivia's tight posterior until she suddenly seemed to sense his eyes on her and she flicked her head around catching him in the act of checking her out. Rob felt embarrassed, but if Olivia was upset, she didn't show it instead he saw a slow smile spread across her face before she turned back to the cabinet.
"Perhaps she likes the attention after all," thought Rob.
Olivia soon had the tea brewing on the stove, and she settled back against the counter looking Rob up and down before she spoke.
"If you don't mind me saying, I can see where your son gets his good looks," she said.
Rob felt himself blush at the compliment as he replied, "I could say the same thing about your daughter and you."
Now it was Olivia's turn to blush, and the slight reddening of her fair skin made her look even more attractive in the light of the kitchen.
"That's so sweet of you to say," she finally managed.
"Umm...so Olivia...how are things in your world," Rob asked fishing for a conversation starter.
"Oh fine...busy...you know work and all but I have to pay the bills," she said.
"Yeah, what about your husband what does he do?" asked Rob.
"Were divorced, it's just Kim and me," she said.
"Oh...sorry to hear that...being a single parent can be a challenge," Rob answered.
"It's o.k., I can deal with the parenting it's the loneliness that gets to me sometimes," she said wistfully.
"Certainly a woman like you doesn't have any trouble getting dates I would imagine," replied Rob.
Olivia's eyes danced with mirth, and Rob felt his heart quicken, her beauty was almost ethereal like some woodland nymph from a fairy tale brought to life, he thought her husband must have been a fool to walk away from this woman.
"Well, I have dated a few times, even tried those matching websites but...you know no matter what they run through a computer it's hard to find that instant spark. You know, that electric attraction that two people can feel the first time they see each other that just seems to overwhelm everything else" she said looking intently into Rob's eyes.
Rob felt his heart racing even faster, and he wondered if she was feeling that attraction right now. He certainly was, his cock was starting to swell in his pants, and suddenly he longed to taste those soft, sweet looking pink lips of hers but just then, his cell phone rang jerking him back to reality. He glanced down and realized his wife was calling and with a sense of disappointment, he excused himself to the living room to take the call. He quickly informed her that he would be home soon and returned to the kitchen just in time to get his tea from Olivia. They drank quietly for a few moments before Olivia spoke again.
"That was your wife calling?" she asked.
"Umm...yes...wanted to know when we would be along," admitted Rob, somehow a little disappointed that Olivia now knew he was married.
"It must be nice to have someone you love to come home to," she said, eyeing him over the brim of her cup.
"Yes, I suppose it is if it's the right person" he finished.
He felt himself staring again, and for a moment he almost made a move toward her so strong was the attraction he was feeling but then he heard footsteps, the sound of Kim, and his son coming into the living room and the spell broke. He set his cup on the counter and politely excused himself as he went to gather up Jason and head home, Olivia walked them out.
"It was very nice to meet you, Rob, you know you're always welcome here anytime, for tea or whatever...," she said.
Rob froze for a second wondering if she was offering something, it was hard to tell as her expression was mostly blank, but he thought he saw an invitation in those dark eyes and it made him shudder a bit as he finally turned and left with his son in tow.While driving home, Rob started to feel guilty about how he had handled things. Some stranger flirts with him a bit, and he is ready to throw away years of marriage, it seemed silly in hindsight, but somehow he couldn't get the image of Olivia's dark eyes and beautiful face out of his head. That night his wife tired early though he had been hoping for a little late night action, as she snored fitfully next to him he slipped into the bathroom and coated his hard prick in lotion stroking it slowly. His thoughts drifted, and before he knew it, he was picturing Olivia's beautiful blonde headed face before him, and after just a few hard tugs the idea of her soft lips wrapped around his pole took him over the edge. A shower of cum suddenly erupted from the end of his cock shooting ropes of semen all over the bathroom wall as he cried out.
"AH GOD OLIVIA YES!" Rob moaned as he came.
"Rob? You o.k. in there I thought I heard you call," came his wife's sleepy voice from the other room.
"Uh fine sweetie...umm just a bit of tummy trouble go back to sleep," Rob lied as he went for some tissue to clean the mess.
"Jesus, why do we always want what we can't have," chuckled Rob as he wiped his dripping jizz from the wall.
Two weeks later Rob sat at the kitchen counter working on the taxes when his son came into the room.
"Hey Dad, I need a favor, were short chaperones for the dance at the high school Friday night and I was hoping you and Mom would volunteer," asked Jason.
"Well your Mom is leaving on a business trip remember, but I guess I could go if you need me to," said Rob without much enthusiasm, the thought of playing nursemaid to a bunch of fifteen-year-olds on a Friday night was not the most appealing thing.
"Thanks, Dad, they were going to cancel the dance if they didn't get enough parents," said Logan.
That Friday night Rob found himself in a suit and tie with loud contemporary music blasting in his ears as he stared at a gyrating crowd of teenagers on a dance floor a cup of genuinely horrendous punch in his hand.
"Geez, how do I get myself into this crap?" he mumbled to himself as he sipped at the punch.
