All of the people depicted in this story are adults, over the age of 18.
This is the story of an affair I had with the most beautiful women I have ever met. Physically, Kim had the kind of body men would die for (probably some women too). If Helen could launch 1000 ships, Kim could easily cause 5000 to be launched. I still cannot believe the things she did with me.
It started innocently shortly after I arrived in San Antonio. I was taking in the sights since it has been 30 years since I was last there. I wanted to see how things had changed. After a quick visit to the Alamo and checking out the Riverwalk, I needed to stop at the store to get a few things for dinner. I had no idea my life would change. I was going down an aisle and there she was. She was dressed casually, just some nice jeans and a nice blouse, hair up, looking troubled as she gazed up at the high shelf. I thought, "Here goes nothing."
I approached her and asked her what the problem was. She looked at me, saw that I was tall, about 6'2", and she said that there was an item on the top shelf she needed, and she had been waiting for ages for someone from the store to come by and help here. But seeing that I was tall, she asked me if maybe I could get it for her. I said that I would give it a try, just tell me what it is. She did and I tried to reach it. Ther box was almost out of my hands, but I could reach it upon stepping on the lower shelf. As I was coming down with it, I was a little unstable, so Kim grabbed me to steady myself. Even though it was through my shirt where she touched me, I could tell she had the softest hands I had ever encountered.
Once I got settle on the floor again, I gave her the box. Kim said I was a life saver as she had been looking all over town for the item and now, she had it. It was the special shampoo she loved. You could only get it once in a while, as all the elite, wealthy women in the city bought it up. I introduced myself, sticking out my hand to shake hers. This time I wanted my skin to actually feel her soft hands. She stuck her hand out, and said "I'm Kim. Nice to meet you."
Instead of just shaking her hand, I pulled it up and put a gentle kiss on it as well. I was not going to miss what might be a once in a life time opportunity. I looked at her left hand and saw that there were no rings on it. Could I be this lucky? So I took another chance, and asked if maybe she would like to get a beverage sometime, full expecting to hear that boyfriend played for the Spurs or was some kind of oil billionaire. Much to my surprise, Kim replied, "I'd love to. I'm new in town and don't know a lot of people yet. It's always nice to make a friend." So we exchanged numbers, and said let's do it mid-week.
After getting her number, I was on Cloud 9. I was going to get to see her again and have the chance to get to know her. Plus, make all the other guys there jealous. The days flew by and before I knew it was Wednesday. I could not wait for work to end. I got home, freshened up, and stunned my self on how good I made myself look. Even my hair cooperated. I got to the coffee shop we agreed to meet at, and she was not there yet even though I was a couple minutes late due to some emergency vehicles messing up the lights at one of the major intersections I needed to go through to get there.
After a couple minutes, I saw a car pull into the parking lot and the door open. Then the best pair of legs in pants popped out. Then, I could see it was Kim. I thought I had died. After she got out of the car, she adjusted her purse and walked toward the shop. She was wearing a modest, not too high, not too low pair of heals, a pair of black, silky slacks, that hung from her hips, not too tight, but not too loose, so you could tell she had fantastic legs and a great ass. On top she wore a button-down blouse, which fortunately for me you could not see through, with a four inch wide belt that was just above her hips with several inches of belt past the buckle. She had on a beautiful necklace and her long blonde hair was down, going well past her shoulders. Not too much make up either. I now knew what angels looked like.
Once in the coffee shop, Kim saw me and headed toward me. She put her arms out and we hugged. I could smell her hair. It was incredible. Plus, as I had my arms around her, her body felt wonderful. I am lucky is did not get in trouble doing that, because if the hug had lasted any longer, I would have been. I asked if she had used the shampoo, which I had gotten down for her, and she said yes. We ordered drinks, sat down and talked. The night flew by. We enjoyed each other's company, tell our stories to each other, laughing.