"I'm afraid to let a man near me still," she confessed.
"I can understand that. We can be friends or we can be lovers, the choice is yours. Let's start with friends and see what happens."
"I'll never live with a man again in my entire life."
"Miranda, I'm not asking to live with you, in fact I'm married."
"What? You ass." She rose from her chair and looked at him angrily.
"We have an open marriage, I love my wife and she loves me, but I know she has more than one lover."
Miranda stared at him, her mouth agape, and astonishment on her face for all to see. "Miranda, that's fifteen." Sandy's voice crackled across the intercom.
"Be right out Sandy, just gotta get my hat back on."
"Are you angry with me Miranda?"
"I don't know, my shift ends in two hours, we'll go somewhere and talk then."
"Ok."
They walked quietly back down the dank hallway to the noisy bar. Sandy saw them enter and was surprised to see them looking so serious, not the dishevelled appearance she had expected. She had expected to see them looking lusty and turned on.
George refreshed his country dancing skills with a few of the ladies in the bar and enjoyed a couple of beers. The time passed quickly and soon Miranda was beside him and ready to leave, her bag in her hand. They left Bubba's and went to small diner that was open twenty four hours a day. They each ordered a coffee and apple pie á-la-mode; neither had said much since leaving the Employees' Lounge at Bubba's.
"I don't know ..."
"Are you ..."
Both laughed and George said, "Ladies first."
"Ok," Miranda said. "I was going to say I don't know how to start."
"Maybe I should just tell you what I was hoping would happen and let you decide if you want it to happen," George said.
"Ummm, that'll work."
"Ok, here goes. Miranda I have been lusting after you for a long time now, and I would like to know you better. I would love to hold you in my arms and make love to you," he said blushing slightly.
She sat and looked at him, not knowing how to respond.
"I can't give you any more than my friendship and sex," George said.
She took his hand in hers and said, "After Vince I don't even know if I could stand a man touching me sexually." A small tear rolled down her face. "But maybe I should find out if I can even tolerate a man's touch."
"What are you saying Miranda?"
"Yes, George I want to try being your lover, tonight."
A huge grin broke across his face; she blushed and looked away from him. George placed his hand upon her chin and tilted her face upwards so she was looking at him. "Thank you. What about your son?"
"Benny? My mother lives with us, he will be fine with her till morning. I called her before I left work and told her I would be late getting home."
"Ok, I just wanted to make sure he would be ok." They left the diner quickly, the food untouched and grabbed a cab. Miranda knew that George was the right man to do this with; he showed concern for her and her son. He was honest and she knew he would stop if she asked him to.
"Where to folks?"
"Holiday Inn on 47th,"George said. Then he put his arm around Miranda and held her closely. They said nothing but just relaxed and enjoyed each other's company. Soon they arrived and George got a room. Both of them were nervous and excited. They went inside the room and Miranda sat on the bed, her face showing her mixed emotions and her body tense with the anticipation of what was about to happen. "Are you sure Miranda?"
She took a deep breath and got up off the bed and walked to George, "Yes, I am." She put her arms around his neck. "Kiss me." He did as she had requested, gently brushing his lips across hers, not wanting to scare her. She relaxed against him and slipped her tongue inside of his mouth. He groaned with pleasure and pulled her closer to him, letting her feel his erection through their clothes. She did not pull away, nor did she tense beneath his touch. Her hands slipped down to his chest and shyly undid the buttons of his shirt, her hand slipping inside to touch the wiry hair on his chest. Soon she pulled the shirt off and tossed it on the floor, her hands roaming all over his bare skin.
The sensation was incredible to him; he touched her breast softly, gently caressing her through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. He did not undress her, and taking the time to do things right with her was going to be worth it. She relaxed beneath his touch and lowered her hands to the hem of the skimpy Bubba's t-shirt, and then she lifted it over her head and threw it on the floor. Her black lacy bra cupped her breasts perfectly and George longed to kiss them, but he would not until she gave her consent.
Miranda took George's hand and placed it upon her breast, "Touch me." He happily complied with her wishes and gently ran his fingers across the tops of her breasts, his fingers arousing her with his gentle touch. He slowly reached around her and took clasp of the lacy black bra in his hands, "May I?"
With a slight nod, she gave her consent and he released the clasp and let the material fall where it may. Miranda held it close to her for a moment and looked into George's face, the passion she saw there did not frighten her, but it made her feel sure of herself once more, and she dropped her hands, letting George look at her pert breasts. She had no stretch marks from her pregnancy, but he did notice a few scars on her flesh.
He gently caressed her bare flesh and noticed that she was enjoying his touch. He kissed her once more and slowly moved to kiss her neck, his tongue making slow circles on her sensitive skin. His head dipped lower to her breasts, stopping once to look up at her as if asking her permission. She pushed his head towards her breasts, craving his touch; it had been so long since a man had touched her like this and she wanted him very badly now. Her pussy was soaking and her black lace panties were wet all the way through now. She grasped his head by his dark hair, keeping his head on her breast. She released his head and lowered her hands to the zipper of her jeans and quickly undid them, pushing them off of her hips. Her panties soon followed, and the smell of her sex filled the room.
George groaned with pleasure at the sight of her naked body and the smell of her arousal. His erection was causing him pain now, pressing against the old denim he wore. He reached into his pocket and handed her a condom. Miranda's hands shook as she took it, and then went to his zipper and quickly undressed him. She looked up at George with huge eyes filled with wanting and slowly unwrapped the condom and encased his cock within it.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, his balls aching with his need for her. Both of them wanted each other and the time for foreplay had ended. He pressed her into the mattress and slowly entered her warm, wet pussy with his rigid cock. Once inside he did not move until she pressed her hips up into his, grinding against him, showing him that she wanted him and now. He moved in time with her, the sex was furious and fast, both fucking for the first time.
He could feel her pussy clenching around his cock and the heat building up within his balls, both were quickly reaching orgasm. He came first, shooting loads of cum into her spasming pussy; she soon followed squeezing his cock until it was soft and drained of its seed.
George and Miranda lie upon the bed, utterly exhausted from their lovemaking, their bodies sweaty and spent. They slept for a time and agreed that the experience had been a good one. It would be one they could perhaps share again another time. They got out of bed, dressed and left the Holiday Inn to return home, both of them happy with the evening they had spent together.
