I was on my summer break after my sophomore year and my girlfriend was in Europe. When I wasn't working at a cafe in town, I was home writing hot emails to her and reading her responses. I missed her terribly, but there wasn't much I could do about it. I hung out with friends from high school a lot and went to a lot of movies. But I was really horny and wanted to have sex with someone. The last person in the world I thought would become my lover was a beautiful married woman I met at a health club.
Her name was Bree, and I'd seen her come into my cafe a couple of times, usually with another pretty woman. The first time I served her I just had to stare. She was tall, at least thirty years old, stylishly dressed and always wore short skirts which showed off the most perfect legs I had ever seen. She was very exotic looking as well, with mysterious green eyes, creamy tan skin and dark brunette hair that fell to her shoulders. I was blonde and fair-skinned as was my girlfriend, but I was always lusting after dark-haired, dark-skinned girls on campus, and Bree was more beautiful than any of them. She seemed like a very nice person as well, and I wanted to know her. She always smiled at me and as the weeks went by she would always stop and say hello when she saw me in the cafe, so when I walked by her in the health club I wasn't totally unprepared for her greeting, but she looked so hot in her sports bra and shorts that I could barely get a word out. I could sense that other people were staring as we talked.
I'm Bree," she said.
She offered her hand. I took it.
"Erin," I said.
"I was going over to the cafe, after I showered. Would you like to join me?"
"Sure," I said.
So we both showered and dressed and I met her next door at the health club's cafe. We sat down and talked. It all seemed so "adult." She looked me straight in the eye as she talked, which gave me ample time to stare straight into her beautiful eyes and face. She laughed easily and seemed to "get" me and I felt flattered. She also complimented me on my body and we playfully compared muscles. I was about an inch shorter than her but in her heels she was even taller. I was used to being the taller one. I thought about what it would be like to hold her in my arms and kiss her. I'd never been with an older woman before and I knew that if we did have sex that it would be amazing. And she was married! At the time I didn't realize that I was giving off such strong vibes of lust. I didn't tell her that I was gay; no one at work knew, and I hadn't come out to my parents, but Bree seemed to be picking it up. She playfully touched me a few times as we chatted and when we left the cafe and went to the parking lot, she took my hand and kissed me on the cheek and we exchanged numbers and made plans to meet the following week.
A couple of days went by. I was bored at work and I decided to take Friday off and go to the beach by myself. I was packing up my things when I got a call on my cell. I answered it. It was Bree. "Hey," she said. "I didn't see you at the cafe today."
"I know," I said. "I wasn't into it, so I took the day off."
"So what are you going to do today?"
I dropped my beach bag on the floor and sat down on my bed. And then I did something bold. "I don't know," I said. "Do you want to do something."
"Sure," she said. "How about lunch?"
"Okay," I said.
"Great."
We made plans to meet at a fancy place at the upscale shopping center on the outskirts of town. I was guessing that she lived near there, which made be even more excited to see her. I put on some tight jeans and a black men's silk shirt that I'd found in a store at college. I even put on some make-up and fixed my hair, which I'd recently cut short.
I decided on wearing just a pair of sandals--I didn't want to seem too dressed up--and I practically ran out of the house and to my car.
When I got to the place it was practically empty, Bree greeted me with another kiss on the cheek and we took a table in the back of the place, where we could have some privacy. Something told me that she'd done this before, with someone else, maybe the pretty woman I'd seen her with at that cafe. So I sat down across from her with growing excitement. "You look beautiful!' She said and touched my arm.
"So do you," I said and I meant it. She was wearing a pale green suit and a white tank top, and she had just gotten her hair and nails done. We ordered and then chatted a while and then, shyly, she asked me if I was dating anyone. I swallowed hard and told her.
"I am, I mean, I was," I said. "But she's in Europe for the Summer. And I don't know how serious it is. For all I know, she's sleeping with someone else right now."
She took my hand in hers and we locked fingers.
"And you're married," I said.
"I know," she said. "But he doesn't know and doesn't really care."
"Care about what?"
"That I have affairs with women."
"Oh," I said.
Our food arrived and we ate very little.
"So tell me," she said. "Don't you want to know how old I am?"
