Authors Note;
This is my first story, please be honest. It ran much longer than I expected it to.
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"Dad, are you awake?" My son Cole asked while prying my eye open.
I kept pretending to sleep and when he tried to open my eye again, I grabbed him and threw him on the bed proceeding to tickle him in the ribs. "I'm not Dad, I'm The Tickler. The fiercest villain in the whole world!" I said in my best evil villain voice.
"Stop, Dad." He said giggling. "We have get ready for school."
It was 6:30am, Tuesday morning and my first day with my son this week. Cole is six, he is my little buddy. His mother and I have been divorced for two years. There was no one reason why we split, just no reason to stay together. We started hot and heavy but as life progressed, we just grew apart. She knew I would never end it, so one day she sat me down and we rationally negotiated our divorce. It was oddly analytical. She got the house, the SUV, and the dog. I got the truck, the big TV, no alimony payments, and flexible joint custody of our son.
So here I am; 35, a single father, and for this week - the happiest man alive.
My time with Cole is great, we have breakfast together, I take home to school, I pick him up, and we spend the rest of the day together and start over the next. Our normal routine has me getting him up at 7am, but today he decided to beat me to it.
We got ready for the day, side by side in the bathroom, got dressed, and I made him his usual waffles with butter.
Because of the early start, we made it to school early. This is his second week of grade one so I walked him to his class and introduced myself to his teacher, Mrs. Hess. Nice lady. She's probably three years past retirement, but seems to love kids and teaching.
"Cole really is a sweetheart, you know." She said
"Yeah, he must get it from his mother." I joked. Not much of a joke really. I'm generally an analytical thinker and I have to go out of my way to think about other people and their feelings. My ex has always been the caring people person and you can really see this trait in Cole.
"And he's so smart. His reading and math skills are impressive." Mrs. Hess continued. The math he gets from me, Lauren needs a calculator to add 49 and 51. Lauren and I both spent a lot of time reading with him and he now reads to us. "Yeah, he is a sponge." I replied.
I knelt down and gave a goodbye hug to Cole, stood, and turned to leave nearly bowling over a completely startled looking goddess.
She was 5'4" tall, brilliant green eyes, full lips, long curly blonde hair to her shoulders in a ponytail, large breasts - at least C-cup, and wide supple hips. She was wearing an unbuttoned jean jacket, a long tank top that barely covered her bra and ass, and black yoga pants. She had sunglasses in the neck of her shirt pulling the collar down slightly more to show her very functional looking bra.
She had a backpack in one hand and a reusable shopping bag in the other with a decent sized wedding ring on her finger.
The backpack dropped and the shopping bag swung around nearly taking out what I assume was her daughter.
"I -uh-um. I'm sorry." I stammered.
"It's fine." She said. "I should have been looking where I was going too." She snapped.
Her statement shocked me. "No, it was my fault. I was moving way too fast." I reached for the backpack and handed it to her daughter. "I assume this is yours, pretty lady." She giggled and took it from me.
"Thank you." She smiled, turned to her Mom and said "bye Mommy." As she bounced to put her bag away.
Her mom smiled at her then me. She looked like she was going to say something then turned back to her daughter, "Mary don't forget your sharing treats."
Mary turned back to get the bag with a radiant smile and brought it to Mrs. Hess.
I started to walk out and Mary's Mom caught up to me and we kept walking. "Sorry about before, it's been a hectic morning. I forgot it was our snack day and had to rush to the grocery store on the way in."
"I'm sorry for almost tackling you, I don't normally do that to beautif-strange women." I laughed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."
"What, call me strange?" She smiled with a twinkle in her eye.
"Um yeah. That's it." I said.
"I haven't seen you here before, new to the school?" She asked
"No, I'm Cole's Dad. Just my first time dropping him off." I replied.
"Oh my god! Mary will not stop talking about Cole. I was hoping to talk to your wife about a playdate." She bubbled.
"We'll, she has him starting Friday. He's with me until then. We're not together anymore. So you could ask her then."
"Oh, ok. You guys are busy this week?" She asked.
"No, I just assumed you'd just want to hang out with her while they were playing." I shrugged.
"Not necessarily" she said
We had just gotten outside the school, she reached for her sunglasses and I found myself staring at her glorious cleavage as she was putting them on. Her breasts looked so soft and beautiful, I could just imagine wrapping my hands around them kneading them and kissing them. Exposing the nipples and teasing them. I don't know if she noticed or not, but she definitely took her time.
"Well, I'm off to the gym and then to stock up on groceries. I didn't catch your name. I'm James" I offered.
"Hello James." She said with a smile. "I'm Trish." She held out her hand.
The way she purred my name was one of the most erotic things I'd ever heard, it was sensual and very arousing.
I shook her hand and a bolt of electricity shot from our hands through my body and out through hardening cock. I went from stiffening up to fully hard in an instant. Every nerve was activated at once. It took all of my effort not to let out a moan right there. I had never felt that attraction before and I was overcome.
"I've got to head to work soon, see you again. Cole's Dad." She said with a wink. With that she was off. I watched her. Hips swaying, entranced by her walk. I had to adjust myself as I walked to my truck.
Once I had all of my faculties in order, I hit the gym, hard. I was confused and concerned that a married woman was affecting me this way.
I did my thing until it was time to get Cole from school. He was happy and told me about all of the things he learned during his day on the drive. After some hard-core Legoing and supper, I asked about Mary.
"She's really fun. She plays soccer with me at recess and says she loves Legos. Can I have a playdate with her sometime?" He asked.
"We'll see bud, maybe when you're at your Mom's next week." I said.
"I don't think so Dad. She is at her Dad's next week and she has to play with her new sister. Why can't we do it this week?" He asked.
"I don't know Cole. Maybe we can work something out. We'll see. Now get ready for bed, I'll be there soon." I told him.
I was a bit distracted putting him to bed but he went out like a light and I spent the rest of the night thinking about Trish nursing an aching hard-on to sleep.
The next day I got to sleep until 7am and when I dropped Cole off, I saw Trish as she was leaving. Today she looked even better. Same jacket, green tank top that didn't quite reach her waist and camouflage yoga pants that looked perfectly tight .
"Hey Mary's Mom." I said to her.
"Hey there, Cole's Dad." she said with a smile.
