I've mentioned Rick, the friendly and nice looking man at work, who would sometimes subtly hit on me. Even after losing my first husband, I ignored Rick's advances, because he was married. I liked Rick, and considered him a friend, and under different circumstances, I would have taken him up on his offers for lunch, or drinks after work. I got the impression his wife treated him awful, so I understood where he was coming from, and even sympathized with him, but there was no way I was going to get involved with a married man. Once I started seeing Tim, the quiet advances stopped, although we remained friends. Tim and I had been together about a year when Rick's wife filed for divorce. I felt sorry for him, I could see the strain he was under. It was over in a few months, and Rick actually looked and sounded relieved. He confided in me that he knew she had been cheating on him, and was surprised she hadn't divorced him sooner.
A few weeks after his divorce was final, my co-worker Sally pulled me aside, and told me she and Rick had gone on a couple of dates. Sally, of course, spared no details, telling me everything they did. Naturally, this included her inviting Rick to her home.
"Rhonda, honey, he was such a gentleman, right up to when I stuck my tongue in his mouth. Then it was off to the races. Next thing I knew, my clothes were off, and he had his mouth down there. Oh shit, am I embarrassing you?" She looked at me, blushing.
"No more than any other time." I laughed.
"Oh good. Anyway, I was surprised, he came off as kind of quiet, but he was an amazing lover, taking his time to make sure I had my fun. And it wasn't just once, oh no, we did it two more times before he left the next morning."
"Well, good for you. Are you going to see him again?" I asked.
"I think so. He hasn't asked yet, but I don't know why he wouldn't. He said he had a lot of fun, and thanked me, saying he needed what we did."
Unfortunately, Sally didn't get another date with Rick. At the end of the week, Rick left the company. Word was he had taken a job with a different company, in another state. Sally was upset, for a few days, then found herself another man and moved on. For my part, I missed him, a little. He was a nice guy, and I hoped he found success in his new position. Time passed, and as I've written before, Tim and I had a good life before he died. Then there was the brief affair with Jaso, the immigrant from Africa who moved next door, and satisfied my craving for sex. After Jaso was transferred, I was alone again. After he left, I moped around for a while, then got on with my life. Sally tried to fix me up with guys, and I did go out with a couple of them, and they were nice enough, but there was no spark or attraction. Then she talked me into trying online dating, and that was interesting, to say the least. I received a lot of requests to chat, at first, and one was a guy around my age, who lived in a neighboring town.
It was early evening in the summer, and I sat down with my tablet and a glass of wine, and logged in to the dating site. I'd had my shower, and had on an over-sized t-shirt and nothing else. After a couple of hours, and 2 glasses of wine, I grew bored looking at profiles. Scrolling through the inbox, I noticed another message from the guy in the next town, and decided to answer. We began to chat, and before long he began to flirt. I gave it right back, and was enjoying the banter, when he asked the question.
"What are you wearing?" Hmm, I thought, now what? I mulled over some responses, then decided to be blunt.
"A t-shirt."
"And, what else. lol?"
"That's it, lol." Nothing for several seconds, and I was beginning to wonder, then the inbox lit up.
"Show me, lol. Send me a picture." I laughed at the words, he was getting right to the point. I decided to play with him, just a little.
"You first."
"Lol, okay," he typed back. Then there was a short wait, and I had another message. A bit nervous at what I would see, I opened the picture. It was a head and shoulders picture, with no shirt. I could tell he was a big man, bald with a full gray beard, and lots of hair on what I could see of his chest. His eyes were blue, and he was grinning at the camera. At first glance, I liked what I saw. Then another message appeared.
"Your turn!"
He was right, and I wasn't ready to end the game, so I held up my phone, and took a selfie. Looking it over before I uploaded and sent it, I noticed that my nipples were sticking out under the thin t-shirt. Oh well, who cares, I thought, and sent it to him
Another pause. I sipped at my wine. Soon enough, I had his response in the inbox.
"Nice! UR a pretty lady, sexy too. Can I see more?"
Hmm, I knew what he wanted. He wanted to see my big boobs in all their glory, or maybe more. But, I wasn't done playing with him, just yet.
"Maybe. It's your turn though," I replied. I took a deep breath, then another big slug of wine, trying to calm down. This was exciting, scary, and fun, all at the same time. I sat back, curious how far he'd go. I had a feeling I knew the answer. Soon, he responded, and sure enough, he didn't hold back. I opened the picture attached to the message, and saw a thick body, covered with gray hair. He had a barrel chest, and his belly bulged down nearly to his cock. The cock was hard and proud, jutting up and away from his body. Not the longest I had ever seen, but I caught myself licking my lips anyway, and felt a slight tingle between my legs.
"What do you think?" the message said.
"You're a good looking man. Not shy either, lol."
Then, another message came in.
