The thing I remember most about the first day I met Tara, other than the lovely lady herself, was the accident. I was stopped for a red light, sitting in my Blazer and listening to the radio. My windshield wipers thumped back and forth intermittently in response to the rain we'd been having off and on all day. I heard a loud crash, and before I even knew where it came from, there was a bone jarring impact. My seatbelt cinched tight across my chest for a few seconds, and I realized I'd been pushed several feet further into the intersection.
I'd been rear-ended. I looked through my rear view mirror, and I could see a mid-size car wedged up against my SUV. My first thought was that I probably hadn't been hit hard enough for anyone in the car to have been badly hurt either. My second thought was oh, this is just fucking great, just what I needed. Now I'd have to deal with repairs and probably have to pay an insurance deductible. Not to mention the Blazer had only been paid off for a couple of months and had been in excellent condition.
I was momentarily really pissed, and I opened my door and got out prepared to tell the driver of the car all about it. My anger evaporated when I saw that the car had also been hit from behind by a small pick up truck. And then I saw her. She stepped out of the car that had hit me and shakily smiled at me, asking if I was okay.
My first thought when I saw Tara was that she was perfect. She had captivating big brown eyes, and luxurious long dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders. She was petite and slender, yet she still had plenty of feminine curves, her breasts especially full and round for a woman of her size. Her skin was fair, more like porcelain than you'd expect considering her dark hair and eyes. She had sensuous full lips, and wasn't wearing much makeup, nor did she need to. She looked to be about 30, and was comfortably dressed in a pair of black jeans and a thin red and black sweater. And most importantly, there was no diamond glittering from the third finger of her left hand.
I told her that I was fine, and when I asked, she told me she was okay too. As I got closer to her, I realized that I practically towered over her. I was just short of 6'4" tall, and it looked like I was a good foot taller than she was. When she looked up at me and smiled, still obviously shaken, my first impulse was to put my arms around her and hold her protectively. My next thought was that I'd bet she was a knockout naked too. I guess you'd call it lust at first sight.
About that time the driver of the pick-up truck came up to us, apologizing profusely. He probably wasn't any older than 20, and he appeared to be really upset about the whole thing. He said that his shoes were wet and his foot had slipped off the brake as his truck was approaching the light. Apparently the truck was his work vehicle, and being new on the job, he was afraid he was going to be in trouble.
I felt kind of sorry for the kid, and so did the pretty lady with the lovely brown eyes. She bravely smiled and told him, "It's going to be okay. It was just an accident, and we'll get everything taken care of." I noticed that her hands were trembling slightly. She was trying to get him to relax even before she'd been able to calm down herself. I liked that.
When we surveyed the damage, it looked like my Blazer and the kid's pick-up were both driveable. The car, however, had been sandwiched pretty good and looked like it might possibly have some frame damage. We all agreed that the damage was bad enough that we'd have to call the police to take a report, and that the car would have to be towed.
I called the police on my cell phone and shortly thereafter they arrived. All through the usual taking of statements and such, I found I couldn't take my eyes off Tara. She was just so gorgeous. I was glad she couldn't read my mind or else she'd probably be shocked at the uncontrolled erotic images that were freely running through my head. I have an active imagination anyway but looking at her had kicked it into high gear.
I felt sorry for her when the wrecker came and towed her car away. She seemed sad to see it go. The kid in the truck left next, still apologizing for all the trouble. The cop asked Tara if she needed a ride home. I know I probably sounded a little eager when I offered to take her. I was thrilled when she smiled, a little less shaky now, and said, "Thanks, I would really appreciate that. It's only a couple of miles from here. It will give me the chance to apologize for the nice new dent I gave you".
**********
The day I met Jeff was the same day of the only car accident I'd ever had in my life. I guess you'd have to say that the accident was the lowest point of that day and that Jeff was the highest.
It was the first day of the first vacation I'd had all year. I was enjoying the fact that it was early on a Monday afternoon and instead of working I was going shopping. At least that's where I was going before the accident happened. I was stopped at a red light, just reaching down to skip to the next song on my CD, when my car was slammed into from behind. A fraction of a second later my car hit the big SUV in front of me. I had my seat belt on but I still got jerked around pretty good.
I took a mental inventory of my body and determined that I was basically okay, then I got out of my car, wanting to see if everybody else was unhurt. A big guy got out of the Blazer that I'd hit, looking a little bit mad. When I asked him if he was okay, his face softened and he smiled at me. When he came up to me I had to look up at him, and the closer he got, the better looking he got.
Other than being really tall, the next thing I noticed about Jeff was his handsome face, with alert baby blue eyes and a friendly, disarming smile. He had nice sandy blonde hair and an attractive medium build. His arms were muscular he had large, strong-looking hands. I've always had a thing for strong, masculine hands. He was nicely dressed in a pair of tan Dockers and a long sleeved blue polo shirt.
We talked to the young guy in the pickup truck that hit me, and ended up calling the police and had my poor car towed away. I was a little upset, hating to see the best car I'd ever had dragged away like that. I was disturbed to notice that my hands were still trembling.
It would have been a lot worse without Jeff there. He was really nice about the whole thing and kept trying to say comforting things. Plus I really liked the way he kept looking at me the whole time. It was like he was sympathetic and trying to be kind, but that he just couldn't seem to pry his eyes off my tits. I laughed to myself when I thought he was just making sure they hadn't been injured in the accident. I thought he was sweet and kind of charming, not to mention just plain good looking.
After the policeman had taken my statement and insurance information, I realized I didn't have a ride home. I had no family in town, and even though there were several friends I could call, all of them would be at work this time of day. When Jeff piped up and offered me a ride home, I was quick to accept. I didn't particularly want be dropped off at my house in a police car, but even more I'll have to admit that I was intrigued by him.
He opened the passenger door of his Blazer for me, and his fingertips momentarily grazed the small of my back as he helped me inside. It was kind of funny how that one little bit of contact affected me. It was a simple gentlemanly gesture, but the sensation it caused was disproportionately pleasant. I found myself smiling happily at him like this was a date or something, not just a ride home from an interesting stranger.
It took about 15 minutes to get to my house, but I wished it had lasted longer. It hadn't taken me long to make up my mind about Jeff. I liked him. Liked him a lot. He struck me as being good natured and funny, easy to talk to. He had a deep, throaty voice that I liked hearing. But more than anything I liked looking at him, and I loved the way he looked back at me.
I'd done quite a bit of dating since my divorce three years earlier, but I couldn't recall ever being this immediately attracted to someone, even my ex-husband. When we pulled into the driveway of my house, I realized I didn't want to just let him drop me off and disappear. My heart was pounding when I asked him if he would like to come in for a drink. I made the excuse that I wanted a drink to calm my frazzled nerves caused by the accident. Actually I was already feeling just fine, and it was because of him. The truth was that I wanted to keep him with me a little longer.
I was so glad when he enthusiastically accepted. I grinned when he offered his hand to me as I got out of the Blazer. I took it, thanking him and enjoying the momentary warmth of his fingers touching mine. I had a fleeting thought about how out of character it was for me to invite a strange man into my house, but it was gone as soon as it came.
As we were stepping up on my front porch, Jeff tripped on the step and knocked me forward. I was amused, wondering if he was nervous or just a klutz. I saw his face go red and thought he looked absolutely adorable.
Inside, I told Jeff to make himself comfortable in the living room. I said that I was going to have a glass of wine and he agreed that was a fine idea. I went into the kitchen to pour our drinks and he asked if he could use the phone in the living room. I heard him call his office and tell them about the accident. I was more than a little happy when he said that he wouldn't be back in that day. I hoped that meant he wouldn't be in any hurry to leave.
I carried the two glasses of Chardonnay back into the living room, and handed Jeff his and sat down on the opposite end of the sofa from him. We sipped our wine and got better acquainted. I told him about my job as a graphic artist, and he told me about his work in advertising. We made pleasant small talk for awhile when the conversation started turning towards more personal matters. He seemed as pleased as I was when we discovered that we were both divorced and weren't involved in any serious relationships.
Two glasses of wine and forty five minutes later, we were still sitting on the couch and talking comfortably. I was very relaxed, partially because of the wine, but part of it was from Jeff's easygoing manner. He seemed perfectly content to sit there and talk to me, as if he thought I still needed to have my nerves soothed. I felt almost hypnotized looking into his bright blue eyes and watching his lips move as he spoke. I found myself wanting to touch him to see if I'd still be so relaxed then.
Since my divorce, with a couple of notable exceptions, I'd mainly taken things fairly slow with the men I met. I'd only met Jeff a couple hours earlier (and under most unusual circumstances!) but for some reason I had this strong feeling that I should just throw caution to the wind, somehow keep him there and just see what happened.
