She wanted you. She watched as you flirted with girls many years her younger. The twist in her gut proved she wanted you more than she ever led you to believe. Seeing you with that younger gal made her stifle her thoughts. Her emotions were again shattered, just as her former love had done to her.
Months of silence filled her every breath. She wanted to tell you of the pain. She wanted you to know her emotions were real and undying. Instead, she faded away...withdrew from your life.
The younger girl left town, leaving you essentially alone. A long interlude finalized the long lasting fling you were having. All you had left of her was the visual memory of her too-tight, too-white, too eager torso. Had she respected you enough to keep her legs together to all men, perhaps you may have shown her enough respect in return and she'd still be your cute little plaything.
Truth would become evident to you over the next few years as you thought back to these times with Sandy and all she contributed to your life.
Date after intimate date with the woman who truly loved and admired you, she too soon parted. You reflected upon the moments shared.
Sandy kept you in her heart, allowing you to reflect as you did. The universe was open wide to your energies.
First thoughts first. The innocent flirting began upon your third interaction. Sandy wore a dress to impress you. More flesh was visible than she was normally willing to display around strangers. The tingle your presence brought to her made her feel like she did ten years ago. An older man had her interest. She allowed it.
Sandy filled your quiet moments each day the same as you filled hers. The low cut blouses continued when she felt she was going to see you. All other times, Sandy wore a snug sweater, even in warmer weather.
It brought a smile to your days, knowing she wanted you the way she did. A few minutes in her presence filled your mind with her scent...light and slightly floral. By the time you got home each afternoon, you'd be hot and bothered. The tingling in your pants did not wait for the journey to end. Two miles from home, you were already grabbing at your shaft to stifle the growth until you were in your house. Or at least in your driveway, where nobody could see. The garage door opened at your press of a button. Before it was fully lifted you ran inside to hurry upstairs. The door slammed shut with your firm kick. Briefcase tossed on the counter nearly tipped the bottle of wine that was waiting to be sipped. By the time you sprinted to the top of the stairs, your belt was unbuckled, button undone and your fingers gripped at your zipper.
A few steps later and you were at your bedroom door...but you did not enter. The bump under the covers stopped you in your tracks. With your fly open, it was no effort for your pants to slide down your legs to surround your ankles. You stepped out of them one foot at a time and kept going until you reached the bed.
A feminine voice commanded enticingly through the sheets. You followed each directive with a boy like eagerness to avoid what may happen if you did not comply...but you were excited like a man in anticipation of what may happen if you did not. You were hoping for it to be Sandy's voice beckoning you to climb into bed with her.
