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There she is. What is it with this family and cleavage? Ooooooh. Those look great. Okay, stop staring at those. Walk upon her with eye contact. Make her laugh. Wait a minute. What is that? That's "sadness". Why come to a date with sad eyes? She's opening her arms for a hug. Be good. Normal hug. Oh, those are soft. She smells good. What is that? Sniff her neck. She giggled. Sniff it again, "Libre? Is that Yves Saint Laurent Libre?"
She pulls away from me, "Yes. That is quite impressive. You know perfumes?"
I reply nervously, "Only a handful. Well just a few. I like smelling everything. My brain just remembers scents or something. It gets frustrating at times. My brain will not shut up about it until I figure out the aroma. Speaking of things that begin with "A" and end with "A", is your daughter okay? She seemed a little I don't know. "
Laurie's eyes go sad again and requests, "Professor Harris?"
I interrupt, "Call me Dee."
Laurie corrected herself, "Dee. Sorry. Could we talk at one of the tables in the food court?"
We walk to the food court, sit, and Laurie begins to talk about her engagement, her marriage to Aurora's Dad "David", how he ran off with a nanny named "Yesenia" a few weeks ago, how Aurora's personality changed during this period and how Laurie believes Aurora blames her for David leaving.
I get up, sit on the same side of the table with Laurie and asked her if it was okay to give her a hug. She hugged me and we held each other for what seemed like for ever. While holding her I quietly spoke in her ear:
"There is nothing you could have done to stop what happened. It was set in motion when he decided to leave his family. You can continue to wrestle with it, rationalize it, make sense out of it, and punish yourself. You can also say you wish him the best, you wish him peace, and you wish him safety. When you wish people well, it is my opinion that the universe hears it and rewards you with hope, kindness, patients, joy, understanding, pleasure, and so many other gifts making this life a little more bearable. He may attempt to return once he sees he forfeited his real life for a fantasy. He may also see he was probably a fool to leave one of the most beautiful "laughs" I have every heard in my 40+ years of living." Laurie at this point broke cry-laughing and snorting. I could listen to that for hours. I grab Kleenex from my pouch.
She apologizes as she delicately pats her eyes in an attempt to not disrupt her eyeliner. She stated she needed to refresh in the restroom. I counted 4 minutes and she texted me to come see if her face looked okay. I went in there and barely made it out.
I thought she legit needed help in the restroom stall. I go inside, she locks it. Before I could say her eyes looked great, her eyes weren't all too sad anymore. It was giving off more like a "now". It was like a "Kiss me now" kind of thing vibrating off of her and on to me. I did not kiss her because I did not want to be misinterpreting what I believed to be communicated. She so slowly got closer to my face. That's what I was waiting for. "Laurie, your eyes look fine. Well, they look great." She kissed my chin. She kissed my neck without asking as well.
I told her, "This feels amazing but we should probably get our snacks before the previews start." She kept kissing my neck. I, Dee, was slowly getting activated. Laurie better chill out. She didn't.
I took over and slowly grabbed the back of her neck to send a message, looked in her eyes, kissed her forehead, placed the toilet cover down, sat on the toilet cover, yanked her to straddle me, and grabbed the back of her neck again. Kissing her softly, I re-routed my interest and began sucking on her neck and collar bone. I undid her shirt a little more, lightly bit her shoulders. Her neck is turning red. Her respiration is quickening. Grabbing her ass under her jean skirt felt like therapy for me. Removing her breasts from her bra was fun. Playfully biting and flicking my tongue on her large nipples made her louder than she preferred to be.
Now, for my final trick, there is a move I only save for my age demographic. I want to see if she's ever experienced the bottom of someone's wrist on her clitoris. I chose the right nipple to fixate on. I sucked on that nipple as if she was feeding me. While massaging her right ass cheek, I slipped my left wrist (with the tiniest dot of Icy Hot) on to her private region and began softly running my wrist back and forth along her thong. She is really wet and I hope she has not already came. Both of her hands kept scratching up the back of my shirt. I can tell she would look down at what I am doing from time to time. She then would look up trying not to vocalize too loudly what she was experiencing. When she climaxes, it is different. She is directly in my ear, "Deeannaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." "Uhhhhhhhhhh". Just hearing that. I felt tired and just wanted to lay down with her.
I placed her large full sweaty, reddened breasts back in her bra, fixed her bra while we were still kissing each other.
Security came and tapped on the stall door and said, "Get a room." We did by the way. I even invited the security officer who was kinda cute. She declined because she's married and her wife wouldn't go for that. At least the damn security guard has some ethics and morals. Me? I just have a little class and can definitely bring the action.
