I just turned 40 a week ago and have finally found a boyfriend. Jack and I have been together for only a few months so I don't see matrimony happening anytime soon.
A regimen of running 4 miles a day plus time on the elliptical keeps me fit, not to mention keeps the cellulite off my legs and the roles off my belly. My body is a vase-shape with long gentle curves. My boobs are a C cup.
Older by 7 years, Jack is neither fat nor does he have an athletic physique. Black hair, a square face, a roman nose and brown eyes make him handsome, at least I think so.
In his younger days, which now seem like a lifetime ago, he played baseball through highschool and beyond. He also played hockey through highschool and beyond stopping finally at age 40. Nowadays he just runs.
It was still quite warm outside at 9 P M when we exited the airconditioned shopping mall. Ordinarily stores are open till 10, another whole hour, but Jack hates shopping, except when it comes to groceries or tools. I bought all that I wanted to buy.
A hundred feet away, straight ahead and to the left, his Toyota waited amid other cars under the lights and the moon. The 5-minute ride back to my house was spent listening to soft rock. Ordinally I prefer Blues artists but this was his car so his choice. The whole genre that he had chosen was doing nothing for me.
He stayed for just an hour then said that "it's getting late."
He kissed my lips then headed out with me at his side. We kissed goodnight then he drove off leaving me standing in the driveway until his car until it disappeared from view.
The house is a split level with a pentagon-shaped wooden deck. At the corner near the house there is a patio table with two metallic chairs. On the oposite side of the staircase there's a gas gril. Last but not least there's the blue fabric hammock.
This being my midweek day off I would just relax on that hammock and go for an all-over tan. I could pair the bluetooth headphones with the i-pad and listen to the music of choice, that being either Joe Bonamassa or Dextor Gordon or similar artists.
Sometimes I just like to go completely in the nude. After finishing breakfast I pulled off my purple-multi lace trim pajamas and stepped out onto the deck to lie in my hammock. I love the sun on my body putting some color to the white spots, I thought.
It's not the first time I've been naked on my deck, though it had been quite a while. Even a week is a long time.
What's the thing with telescopes? Amateur stargazers like to think that they're seeing the planets. To me a scope simply magnifies a twinkling white speck. Besides, what I want to know about stars and planets I can get from picture books.
