Back a few years ago when I was in my late 20's, I worked in a manufacturing plant. I worked the nightshift within a department that numbered only about 15 people. Most were women, although there were a couple of guys. There were only, maybe 5 or 6, what I would call, attractive women. My standards were not excessively high, we us guys got together, the talk would naturally move toward the various women. We would talk and joke about the big fat ones, or the old ones. When we got down to some serious contemplation, however, only a few names would arise.
There was a hot, dark black girl, maybe 25 years old. Elaine had a beautiful smile and a luscious body. I had flirted with her a time or two, but she made it clear that she would not see married men. Needless to say, I was disappointed. There were two more attractive black women, though, both considerably older than Elaine. Sharon was a slender, light skinned woman of about 38. She was married, apparently happily. Again, she seemed unapproachable, although friendly. As soon as I began to hint around, she would beg off and change the subject. Finally, there was Gloria.
Gloria and I hit it off right away. She was a black woman of about 43 years of age. Like Elaine, she had a very dark complexion, which, again like Elaine, served to really light up her smile. She carried about 10 pounds more than she should have but it seemed mostly to accentuate her medium large breasts. Don't get me wrong, when I say we "hit it off" we did so strictly as friends. Married, like myself, she was somewhat conservative. You could really see it in the way she dressed, with dresses down to her calves. She could have worn those to church, which I found out she attended regularly. In my conversations with my buddies, I would describe her as "all set up to become an old lady, before her time."
One night, during our midnight lunch break, it so happened that it was just she and I in the lunchroom. It was a random thing, but it happens sometimes. We were talking after we had eaten and I just blurted out a question. "How is it a woman can just live on and on without sex?" I just threw it out, relating it to how my wife never seems interested. I didn't know how Gloria would take it but she just sat there for a moment, then said, "Not all women are like that. But many women just fall into the routine of not making love and begin to focus on other things, like kids, cooking, etc." "Do you think its boredom?" I followed up. "I mean, Gloria, how do you and your husband keep things going? Don't you get bored?" I asked. She said that her husband and her didn't have sex very often, but she really missed it. She added that although it was partially she, most of the problem was with him. "He just doesn't seem interested and I don't become very interested either because he doesn't spend enough time with me before the magic moment, his magic moment!" she shared.
I was taken aback. I never thought Gloria would be this honest with me! I was becoming mildly aroused just listening to her talk that way. My turn to be candid, "It's too bad society pigeon holes us into the roles of husband, wife, family and all that, when sometimes it just gets in the way with what many people need!" "Sometimes I think it would be better to have all that and a lover on the side!" I added as I looked in her eyes. "You are a very attractive woman and it's a shame that you don't get all the lovin' that you want and need. And the kind of lovemaking that puts you first, if you know what I mean". Then, taking a chance, I added that I was in the same boat. Gloria seemed to be thoroughly embarrassed at this point and our lunch was over. As we left to go back, I hoped that I hadn't been too forward but I had fantasized about her for as long as I had known her and I had to give it a try. If nothing came of this, then, hopefully we could remain friends.
That was Friday night and for the rest of that night and the next, Gloria avoided me. We had to work every other three day weekend, starting of Friday and by early Monday morning, I was ready to have a couple of days off. With only a few hours left before leaving work at six a.m., my mind was no longer on Gloria. I thought that I had given it a try with a little innuendo, but it hadn't worked. Then, as I was working in the back, Gloria walked up. I immediately saw that she was nervous, which by itself caused my heart to start pumping. "Are you going to breakfast after work", she asked. "Who's going?" Now sometimes the whole team would go out to breakfast and I was thinking that was the plan. "Just me", she answered, first looking up at me, then away. "Yes", I answered, then suggested a restaurant on the other side of town. I watched her as she walked away, her ass looked delicious, especially now that the possibility of having it was there.