Karen was up before her nephew the next morning and, as she got breakfast ready, she thought about her date with Bud Murtagh the night before:
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Bud took her to a nice, but modest. "Sorry I couldn't afford anything fancier," he apologized once they were seated. "The food here's pretty good, even if the surroundings are a little plain."
"It's wonderful, Bud," Karen replied. She wouldn't have minded it if he'd taken her to a fast-food place. She liked being with him and it surprised her how much she liked it.
"Ah, well, on a cop's pay and all..." he said.
"Bud, you don't have to apologize," she told him. "After all, don't they say it's the company that counts toward making an evening nice, not the surroundings?" She loved the flush that came over the big man's face when she said that. It warmed her. Maybe...just maybe, there was a chance this would develop into more than just a night out for dinner.
After the ate--the food was actually quite good--they went out and got in Bud's car. Karen was very aware of the fact that the big man was acting uncomfortable.
He sat behind the steering wheel, and took a deep breath, then he turned and looked at her. "Ah...I...was wondering," he said, "I don't want to sound forward or anything, but...I...would you like to come to my place for a drink or something?"
"Sure," Karen replied. "I'd love to see your bachelor pad."
"Bachelor pad, yeah," Bud snorted. "It isn't much, believe me." He put the car in gear and started off.
His apartment was small, but tidy, and surprisingly neat. Karen said so.
"Ah. well, you know," Bud said. His face started getting red again. "Would...would you like some sparkling cider?"
Karen said she would, and he went to the kitchen to get it. She followed him. The apartment's kitchen was quite small, and being in it with him meant she had to stand very close to him.
Bud got a bottle of the refrigerator. "I...since I can't drink booze any more, I kinda developed a taste for this stuff," he stammered, "you don't mind, to you?"
"I'm sure it will be just fine," Karen said. She was pleased by his obvious nervousness at being around her.
Bud poured them each a glass of the cider and, as they sipped it, they stood there, looking into each other's eyes.
Finally, Bud took a deep breath. "You...you are just about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said softly.
Karen didn't know how to respond to his compliment. She was terribly conscious of how close to her he was standing, and his nearness thrilled her.
Then Bud was moving toward her slowly, and his face was getting closer and closer to hers. When their lips met, it was as if Karen had received an electric shock. With a soft groan, she moved into his arms, pressing her body against his.
So much of what followed was a blur, so she couldn't recall exactly how it happened, but they wound up on his bed, their clothes a tangled pile on the floor. Bud's hands were sliding over her, thrilling her. He had big hands, rough ones, a contrast to her nephew's soft, gentle touch, but no less exciting.
While Bud caressed her, Karen explored his body, too. It was hard, heavily muscled, and she felt ridges, possibly scars. He felt so different from Tommy! Incredibly sweet sensations roared through her when his lips closed over one of her nipples. She pressed tighter against him, groaning, and felt his erection prodding her belly. She didn't care if this was their first date. She wanted him! Desperately.
"You're so beautiful! So beautiful!" Bud moaned as he caressed and explored her. "So beautiful!"
"I need you, Bud!" Karen murmured. "Please, Bud, I need you!"
He rolled atop her, his bulk pressing her against the bed. She reached between them, gripped his cock, and guided it to where she wanted it to be. "Unhh!" she moaned when the fleshy tube invaded her, filling her with warmth and thrills. What she had with her nephew was wonderful, but this was better, far better!
"Ah!" Bud groaned. The minute he was in her, his hips began going wild. "Can't wait! Oh, God! Feels too good! I can't wait!"