I had broken up with my girlfriend over the past several months. She was a good friend but couldn't reciprocate the love I felt and so felt that we should end most aspects of our relationship. She had kids, a bit spoiled, but generally good and fun to be around. Extricating myself was going to be a slow process, and I would probably end up an 'uncle' to them to provide stableness to their youth.
Ever since the first time my now ex-girlfriend mentioned us breaking up, I couldn't help but notice a girl I play cards with in the Meetup I am apart of. The group would meet every week on Tuesday at a restaurant and play for a few hours. The friendships weren't very deep but there was a camaraderie, and I didn't feel like they were superficial either.
I think her image is etched in my memory. I had taken notice of her a few times on different occasions because she was visually appealing to my mind. What I mean is that her dark hair and olivine skin was something that just like lingerie I found to be in a word sexy. Any woman could increase her sexuality by wearing stockings and or lingerie, but I digress. One day as we finished playing cards and left the restaurant I absent mindedly forgot to pick up my sweatshirt. The group got a little ahead of me and when I turned around from the booth to catch up I saw her figure in its fullness for the first time. This wasn't just the normal sizing up that both men and women do all the time when they see someone attractive; this was a stopped in my tracks kind of thing. My first thought is normally that's very nice but I have a girlfriend, but this time my eyes lingered and I remember taking a long deep breath and after a few seconds of ogling, my feet somehow engaged and walked after her. That day she was wearing some colorful artsy stockings that showed off her lithe legs. If I remember correctly she had on the Old Catholic Schoolgirl shoes or at least that is the style that is closest to what they were. Her stride accentuated her nice legs. It may have been my imagination, but I think her skirt stuck a bit to her hips as she walked and I couldn't help but think to myself Man what a beautiful ass she's got. It was a very long straight walk down the side of the bar that evening. When she got to the door she was still a good ten feet ahead of me. As she turned and held the door I saw the rest of her sexy curves and had to take another long breath. The hostess I walked past and almost completely ignored must have caught me.
Lee's hips rose to their apex and subsided up to her breasts. When Lee had turned and held the door open the curve of her breasts showed through the shirt she was wearing. She had full breasts that would feel great in the palm of my hand, probably a full C cup that went well with her figure. She turned to look at me as she walked through the door and my brain went into trained manhood action a couple of quick steps and a reach for the door before I looked up in the hopes that she didn't feel I was a perv staring at her body even though I was staring.
My hopeful reality
That night remained in my memory and for the remaining month or two of the breakup, I tried very diligently to forget or at least lock away those images. Well that was then and this is now. Now she and I play cards together sometimes during the week outside of the group. She had asked for help fixing her computer which I was sad to say only took one evening, but I invited myself over a few times to play cards. On one of those occasions as we were getting to know each other much better she asked, "Why do you keep inviting yourself over here to play cards with me?"