I had been pouring over my bills for a few hours now and getting more depressed with each one. There was no way I could pay everything I owed this week. I needed a break, and even though it was about 10:30 PM I decided to go out for a walk and try to clear my head. A slightly cool night, the air felt good even wearing shorts and a tee shirt, and I kinda got lost in the semi quiet of the partially deserted streets. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going, I just walked. Half the time I didn't even take notice if I was on the sidewalk or crossing a street.
Next thing I knew, this car was right in front of me. I didn't have time to get out of the way and it clipped me on my one leg. I went down and when I looked up the car had stopped and the driver was asking me if I was OK. I wasn't quite sure, guess I was a little in shock. He asked if I wanted him to take me to the hospital. I said no, and started to get up. My leg hurt but I could stand. I looked down and there was a bit of blood running down from my knee. He asked if he could take me home. I thanked him but said no, I wasn't ready to go back to my problems yet. I started to walk away, or should I say limp. He came up behind me and said he lived about a block away and would feel better if I let him take me to his place to at least clean up my knee. I wouldn't normally do that but he seemed really concerned and the accident wasn't his fault, I was the one not paying attention, so I agreed.
He helped me into his car and drove to his house. Once inside he told me to sit on the sofa and he'd get something to clean my knee up with. I glanced around the room, it was simple and uncluttered, kinda cozy, I guess a typical man's place. He came back in and started working on my knee. He was very gentle, and I finally got a good look at him.
He had dark hair, a mustache, and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I guessed he was in his late twenties and really good looking. His body was firm, not overly muscular, and tan. Just the way I like a man to look, and being almost twice his age, my imagination kicked in and I started wondering if he liked older women. He must have sensed me giving him the once over because he looked up at me and smiled. As he finished up with my knee he gave my inner thigh a squeeze. "All done," he said with a wink.
Now I don't know what the hell came over me but the next thing I knew I heard myself saying "Not yet," as I grabbed his head with both my hands and pulled his face to mine.