My recent thoughts of this beautiful lady compelled me to write of our lone erotic encounter. As the years have passed, my longing for a second day with my beautiful Sally have only increased. We made a true connection that day. One single lonely man and an unhappily married woman took their suppressed passion and let it out for the other to see and experience. I will never forget it.
Sally and I met at the grocery store we both worked at in the early nineties. She worked in the meat dept and I was a pharmacy clerk. Due to the close proximity of our two departments, we met and developed a strong friendship. We both shared a love of college basketball and athletics in general. We would speak at great lengths about our passion for sports; but in time, we began to talk about sex and how we both were unsatisfied at the present.
Sally, at this particular time was in her early thirties. She was a wife and mother. Her figure can be described as curvy with full buttocks and breasts that were proportionate to her frame. She was medium height in stature with a face that lit up when she smiled. She often wore her light brown hair in a pony tail. Her eyes though were sad and wanting. I could see the hurt in them when we spoke at length.
Sally's husband was an inattentive man. He often ignored her needs and indulged himself on a whim. There were times she told me that he would go away for days and leave her and their daughter to fend for themselves. She later found out that he was having an affair with a woman she had known for years. As for their sex life, it was non-existent after the birth of their daughter.
At this stage of my life I was struggling to make ends meet. I lived in a shabby apartment I was ashamed to say I lived in. I was also in my early thirties at this time. I was of medium height and build and though I'm african-american, my skin color is very light. I was called handsome on many occasions by some of my female co-workers. I was extremely flattered by their comments but I never asked anyone on a date. I just didn't want anyone to see my living arrangements at that time.
My sex life was also non-existent. It had been for almost 10 years. I look back at that period of my life and know that I was suffering from depression. I worked at my job, came home, fixed a little dinner and fell asleep watching tv every night. I felt hopeless and was in serious need of a re-awakening. Sally was to provide me with that wake up call.
It was a Sunday. I had the day off and was watching sports when I got a phone call. It was Sally. We often spoke on the phone, but this time she had a little surprise for me. She was outside of my building and wanted to know if it was alright to come up and see me.
"Sally, why didn't you give me some notice before coming over here?" I said.
"It was just a spur of the moment decision, please let me come up and see you. " she replied.
Now by this time in our friendship, our talks often ended in a hug or kiss on the cheek. Sally would sometime try to hold on to me a little longer than I desired. I had strong feelings about her being married, and didn't want to involve myself in that aspect of her life. But, I was very attracted to her. I liked touching her and feeling the warmth of her body close to mine. On occasion I would imagine us together in bed making love. It was then I would stroke myself to orgasm and wish I was inside her.
"Ok hon, just give me a minute ok?"
"You're not upset with me are you?" she said in an almost defeated tone of voice.
"No, I just wasn't expecting anyone today. " "I'm not really proud of my current living situation right now. " But, you know all that right?" I replied.
"I do know that you don't like having people over but I'd really like to see you. " "I want my best friend. " she said.
It was then that I heard a little noise in her throat and realized that Sally was crying. I opened the door and she was standing there with tears in her eyes. She had on a simple white blouse and blue jeans that accentuated her curves nicely. Tennis shoes on her feet; and her hair in the usual pony tail. She wore no makeup and still looked as desirable I've ever seen her.
I took her very slowly into my arms and held her lightly. I rubbed her back with my right hand and felt her labored breathing against my chest. I also caught a faint whiff of her perfume.
I led her to the couch and offered her something to drink but she declined. She then proceeded to tell me why she was here and what had made her cry. Her husband was leaving her and their daughter for good this time.
"I've known all along about him having this affair, but I couldn't confront him because I needed him to stay with me and Elsa" she cried.
