Sarah looks about forty, at least in my opinion. I know she's older—she's been a grandmother for several years at least but still younger than me by several years. She's been divorced for a long time, too. She is absolutely my idea of a GILF.
We used to work in the same place, but she developed some serious though temporary health problems and had to quit. She left the area for a few years, then came back. I was surprised to see her when I was walking into the department store while she was walking out.
That oh, so enchanting lopsided smile turned into a lopsided grin and she invited me close for a hug. I loved that hug. Sarah is only two inches shorter than I, so we fit together perfectly for hugging. And maybe other things.
I'd always wanted Sarah, from the first day I saw her. Not just me, either. She's as sweet as she is pretty and I've never met a man that knew her that did not want her. Couldn't really reveal my desire at work, but we always had a smile and a few teasing words for each other.
When we broke the hug I said, "Sarah, I could do with two or three of those a day, every day."
She grinned again and said I was sweet. Then she added, "I'm going to be moving back permanently in a few months. I don't want to get a reputation."
"I understand. But if you ever decide to risk one, I'd sure be glad to be the one you'd risk it with."
Sarah has hazel eyes, dark brown hair, and as dark a complexion as any "white" person can have. I love the darkness of her skin, and the dazzling whiteness of her teeth. Every time I see her I want to touch her.
We flirted a little on FB from time to time for those few months. It just so happened that a couple of weeks after she was settled in we met again at the same department store—but this time I was exiting while she was heading in from the parking lot. She wore a modest dark blue tank top, matching shorts and flip-flops. Her hair was loose around her shoulders.
Her grin was happy and she invited me close for another hug.
I hesitated.
"Sarah," I said, "I'll be delighted to have a hug. But you should know, I guess, finally, that I want so much more."
She looked a little surprised, but not wary.
"How much more?"
"As much more as there is to have."
She raised her eyebrows. "Tell me. Give me details."
"Here and now? Really?"
"Really. Right here and right now, tell me what more you'd want."
We were standing just outside the doorway and a few people had already been forced to dodge around us. I put my hand on her right arm and eased her to my right, out of traffic.
In a low voice, I told her what more I wanted. Don't think she expected to hear it all. I looked her right in the eyes as I said it. It took several minutes.
"Rod, do you have any idea how long it's been since I've heard a proposition like that?"
"If it's longer than two weeks, a lot of men have either been very shy or very blind."
"Two weeks! Two months would be too short a guess. And I haven't missed it. Until right now. After hearing what you just told me, I want it too. Right here, right now."
"Right here might be a bad idea. But I think right now can be arranged."
I saw that lopsided grin again. "In the parking lot? Your car or mine?"
"Neither. Come with me." Then I whispered to her, "Those words will mean something else in the very near future." She laughed shortly as she walked with me to the back of the store. That department store had a family restroom between the men's and ladies'. It was a slow weekday, and no one was in the area.
She went in and shut the door. Two minutes later I knocked quietly with my knuckles down below my waist, then opened the door. I locked it behind me.
I did not care if cameras were watching.
We were both a little shy. This was new territory.
"Well, here we are. How do we start?"
"Let's start with that hug." Then I got bold—one of us had to. "I remember the last one. I loved the feel of your breasts pressed against my chest. I'm getting excited just thinking about it."
"You're not the only one," she replied, and we moved into each other's arms.
