This is part 57 of my continuing story.
All my characters are well over the age of consent.
This is a work of fiction. Fiction means made up.
Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.
Enjoy!
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Mid-January weather sucks in Northern California.
It starts getting dark around three, and it's pitch black by 4:30. It rains a lot and if it isn't raining either it just stopped, or it is going to start raining any minute. And people drive like fucking idiots in the dark and in the rain.
It was a Monday night, and I stayed at my office later than normal to finish some work that I should have completed before Christmas.
My girl next door, my main squeeze, Abi, was in Maui, working with a crew to finish the interior work on the beach house. I'd put her and her puppy on a plane that morning and my plan, subject to change, was to fly there on Friday to see how the house looked and, with a horny, ready, willing and able Abi, fuck in every room in the newly furnished place, and break in the beds, sofa, futon and kitchen counters.
We'd already fucked in the pool, hot tub, the mobile home and on the beach. The romantic thrill of screwing in public was marred by the sand getting into every nook and cranny on our bare bodies. On the plus side, we took nice long outdoor showers together trying to get sand free.
All this brought us closer, but we hadn't had the "we're exclusive" talk. Ali was some months away from her divorce being finalized and I had her busy putting her interior design skills to good use at my newly built home at Twin Creeks Ranch in the Sierra, the medical clinics and the now remodeled beach house in Maui. And Jack Colton had mentioned that he wanted to have Abi start working (with me as her traveling companion) on remodeling the hotels.
I was certain that Abi wasn't seeing anyone (read that as, not having sex with anyone else but me) but I wanted to (and prayed that) she didn't mention the topic of being exclusive anytime soon.
My goal was to finish delivering my seed to the Global Fertility Partner female clients who had already paid for it by the end of February. No need for Abi or anyone else really to find out about that business. I just knew that learning how I made millions was going to be an issue. Not the money mind you but doing the deed for several million was not going to go over well. So, it is best to not say anything, act quickly and get that part done without fanfare.
And, of course, I still had legal and tax clients to do work for, in addition to being the Vice Chairman of the Board for The Corporation.
I wrapped up my day with a quick call to Abi, who told me she missed me. I responded kindly and shared that I would call her at a suitable hour in the morning. Maui is three hours behind Sacramento so I wouldn't call her before 11am.
I left my office building wondering if I wanted yet another double-double burger from In-n-Out to take home or to see what else I could find to eat for dinner. I was tired, but I remembered to reach into my shirt pocket and found a short shopping list I had jotted down during the day. The decision was made for me: go to Whole Foods market just a mile away. And, from there, head home.
Dressed in a suit and tie, but acting like a scavenger, I roamed the aisles, systematically, loading one of those handheld plastic baskets with my stuff. Then I remembered that I was also going to see what they had in terms of take-home entrees for dinner.
I headed past the meat counter, through the wine shelves, to the prepared food section.
That's when I saw
her.
She was a short blonde, standing just over five feet even. Her thick shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. I took in her figure: slender and made to appear even more so by the black slacks she had on. They fit her ass nicely. She had on black "fuck me" four-inch-high heels.
I didn't see any visible panty lines, which made me wonder if she had a thong on or was going commando.
I estimated her weight at maybe one hundred twenty pounds. Give or take. She had some meat on her bones. I like that.
One way I determine (measure) a woman's attractiveness is to see if their shoulders are wider than their ass. I'm not into big asses and if a woman's ass is bigger than her shoulders, well, that is an "El Paso" for me. Meaning, thanks but no thanks. Forget the bullshit "the more cushion, the better the pushing."
I watched her for a moment, taking in the sight. What I had seen so far, I liked. Her shoulders were broader than her butt. The hair was nicely done, and she dressed professionally.
As she turned towards me, the very first thing I noticed was that she was sporting an unbelievable rack that was highlighted, spotlighted, by a tight, white cashmere sweater. Easily a 36-inch bust with a minimum of a C cup, but more likely a D cup. DD? God-given or man-made? I was intrigued.
As she continued to turn, I found her face attractive, a pert nose and what appeared to be soft pink lips. It was clear she had on some makeup, but not overly so. I gauged her to be in her early forties.
She had large blue eyes and her eyebrows were thin, but full, dark blonde.
Which made me wonder if she had a similar colored bush. Or did she even have a bush?
Her earrings were black pearls. Her black pearl necklace only served to enhance the gifts I was enjoying as I took in that magnificent chest.
I watched in wonder as she took her time looking at the entrees and salads. Did this mean she was a picky eater?
She struck me as someone who was classy and educated. Maybe she drove a Mercedes Benz. Or a Tesla. Lived in a gated community. Or perhaps a high rise. Belonged to a tennis or country club. Flew first class. Shopped at Neiman's. Vacationed on the French Riveria.
We all tend to make up stories to go with what we are seeing and that was what I was thinking at that moment.
Her posture was strong, rigid if you will. I didn't know what that meant but it made her appear taller than she was. It also made her tits stand out rather nicely. Not that I was complaining but I could see that those tits might create unwanted attention. From guys like me. Women would be envious.
I was surprised that she didn't have pokies. Grocery stores are notorious for being chilly and sometimes downright cold places. Visit a grocery store in the very hot Sacramento summer when the "less is best" dress code is in play, and you'll see lots of side boob, boob tops and pokies galore. Winter usually brings the ladies at the store covered from head to toe.
But not this creature. The only explanation I could think of was that she must have had on a thick, heavy, padded bra.
From the way she was standing, full on to me now, I hadn't noticed if she had a wedding or engagement ring on or not, but nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
I wandered over so that I was directly across from her; she was checking out the pre-packaged salads of all types on her side of the refrigerated display and I was looking at... humus... (WTF! I hate that stuff!).
We acknowledged each other with a quick glance, our eyes connecting for just a second. I wasn't a physical threat, just a guy searching for food.
Setting my basket down, then reaching down to check out a package, I slyly took a quick glance at her left hand and found no ring, or impression of one.
YES!
I was sure that a smile registered on my face at that finding, when she asked me, without preamble, "See anything interesting?" The voice was strong yet soft, with no accent that I could discern.
"Not really," I replied.
"Is that so?" She asked. Smiling. Teasing me. Taunting me.
I looked up, stood up straight, still holding the humus package.
She was standing, her front full on to me, not at all shy about showing off her figure to me. I thought that she was stunningly beautiful.
I could see some small crows feet around her big blue eyes. No big deal.
Her high beams were on now. Major Pokies. I was impressed. I liked what I saw. I tried hard not to stare.
Was that because of the cool air from the refrigeration or from something else?
I smiled back, trying to keep my eyes on her face and shared, "I really don't like picking up food here for dinner because I have no idea how long it's been out and how many people have been breathing on it or touching it."
Her smile continued and she said to me, "Would you prefer to go out to dinner?"
I nodded, replying, "Yes, but I hate to eat alone in restaurants."
At this she walked around the display case to me, my eyes were pretty much bouncing between her eyes and her pokies. Wearing a big smile, she put her hand out for me to shake and said, "I'm Alex, and I hate to eat in restaurants alone too, so how about we go to dinner together and pass on this... stuff?"
Was I picking her up or was she picking me up? Did it matter?
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We quickly settled on an Italian place that just happened to be near her hotel.
Alex took a quick look at the merchandise I had in my basket and suggested with a smile, "Make sure you pick up a toothbrush, Rick. I have a feeling you're going to need one. No need for condoms though."
I watched her head out to the parking lot, my eyes glued to her ass. No need for condoms... was that to tell me that sex was off or on the table?
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Dinner was fun, full of stories and laughter but we both knew what dessert was going to be. She knew it the moment she saw me and all I had to hear her ask, "See anything interesting?" to know that we'd end up naked.
I went around the world with her that night. Three holes. It was one of the best Monday nights in my life.