A story of a divorce’ who encounters her ultimate lover in an androgenic stranger.
I had just turned forty, was divorced twice, and had a son entering his first year of college. I had convinced myself that I was going to be alone as I entered my golden years. Even though I’m very attractive with an athletic body, firm breasts, and look thirty-something, I had lost my desire for men. I didn’t have the energy to encounter yet another selfish “dickweed”. After two failed marriages, I had concluded that all men cheated, lied, and cared only about their own sexual needs. I had lost interest in men.
During college I had a few bisexual experiences with close friends. I will admit that sex with a woman was a real turn on for me. Rarely could a man bring me to orgasm, however a woman’s touch always brought me multiple quakes of passion. There isn’t anything better than kissing a woman. Without a doubt, my women lovers were the best. However, sex was just sex with women. I never had the desire to share my nail polish or hairspray with a lover, let alone an intimate relationship.
I believe a lover begins romancing you long before your panties come off. I used to love the way a gentleman treated me and enjoyed the strength of a man. I had a flirtatious ritual with men, but when it came to actually nesting with them, the buck stopped there. I always said that if I could take my first husband and merge him with a woman lover, I would have the perfect mate. It never seemed to work out that way though, so I fucked women and married men. I guess I always wanted that white picket fence, with the two kids and a dog. But, the American Dream turned out to be a nightmare for me. Now a mature and independent woman, I was happy with myself and didn’t have a problem being alone.
My best friend Mary was recently divorced and was looking to spread her wings into the dating world once more. My war stories weren’t convincing enough for her to let go of her dream of finding “Mr. Right”. Often she invited me to singles bars but I found excuses not to go. One day she called and invited me to an event sponsored by her company. Mary was the head coordinator of a large public relations firm that entertained VIP’s in the hotel and restaurant industry. This event was important to her and I had run out of excuses.
“The cream of the crop will be there,” she whined. “So many handsome and rich men will be attending this event. Cindy, you’ve got to go. You never know, Mr. Right just might pull up in a white Rolls and whisk you away!” she continued, trying her best to convince me.
I finally agreed knowing that at least the food and drinks would be fabulous and free.
I began my flirtatious ritual by choosing the right ensemble; black silk seamed stockings, satin garters, a black blouse with a deep, plunging neckline, my push-up bra for massive cleavage, and a long black skirt with the slit ending just above my stocking’s top so that if I reached a certain way, I’d reveal the tops of the stockings and garters. I knew how effective this would be in teasing a man. I just loved getting a man all worked up only to say, “goodbye”. Perhaps it was revenge that motivated me, however this retribution had sweet repercussions because I always ran home to my faithful vibrator. I had the game down and this kept me happy.
I agreed to meet Mary in the hotel’s lobby. After dropping off my car with the valet, I entered the hotel and saw Mary standing there dressed to the nines.
“Oh my God, did you see that guy that pulled in ahead of you in the Benz? Don’t stare but he’s over there now. Isn’t he divine?” she whispered discreetly.
I looked over in the direction she nodded and noticed a very handsome and distinguished man standing by the elevator.
“Yeah, he’s okay. Where’s the party?” I asked.
“On the penthouse level; there’s a small ballroom,” Mary explained. “Oh, damn! I hope that’s where he’s going!” she added, sounding like an excited schoolgirl with a crush. “Let’s hurry and see if we can join him in the elevator!”
Mary then whisked me towards the waiting man. We made it to the elevator just in time; the doors opened and we piled in behind him. Mary stood next to him and during the ride she found a way to make conversation. She acted like a desperate divorcé longing for male attention. I couldn’t wait for the door to open and hit the bar. I needed a drink and obviously Mary’s evening had already begun.
The elevator door opened directly into a reception area filled with people. The black tie affair was lavish. Fountains of champagne were positioned around the room. I found the closest one and helped myself. Mary headed towards the bar with her new fling and began her party prowl. I scanned the room with flute in hand and checked out the elite crowd. There were women dripping in diamonds hanging on the arms of tuxedoed men. I noticed too that there were a lot of single women who no doubt had the same designs as Mary on meeting a millionaire. I quickly began to wonder why I had let Mary talk me into coming. But, I figured that I was already here so I might as well check out the food and indulge myself.
I approached a large buffet area with ice sculptures and a feast fit for a king. It was early and people were still more interested in drinking and chatting. The food was still neatly garnished with no crowds. I quickly prepared a plate with all my favorites: caviar, shrimp, smoked salmon and all the proper fixings. A waiter carrying a tray of fine, chilled vodka’s came just in time.
“Mmmmmmm…perfect,” I murmured. And with that, I popped some caviar into my mouth as the vodka washed it down my throat. I would never pay this kind of money to treat myself. “This is exactly why I accepted this invitation from my friend, Mary,” I reminded myself. I was quite content until other hungry guests soon interrupted my sweet indulgence by hovering around the banquet area. I knew it was time to plan my exit. I peered through the crowds to find Mary but decided I’d try to sneak out without her noticing me.
