"Hi Jackie will you be teaching your class at the gym this evening?"
I paused and looked around to see the speaker. It was Ronald Mills my neighbour who had only recently moved into my apartment building. He had only been living in the building for two weeks but we manage to run into each other several time a day.
"I am sorry Ronald but we won't be having any classes for the next two weeks due to the holidays. Classes won't start back before next year."
I could see the disappointment on his face. He had been really going out of his way to talk with me over the last few days. When I told him I was a fitness instructor he immediately told me he would come to my next class.
I was really flattered by all of the attention he had been giving me since moving in to the apartment across the hall from mine. I had just turned forty and my husband Ian seemed to have entered some kind of twilight zone. I was beginning to wonder if I had become invisible.
My girlfriend Cheryl had been dropping some hints which I was deliberately ignoring. Ian was not the cheating type. I was sure there was some other explanation for Ian's lack of interest in me recently. He had never been overly physical but this was definitely a dry spell for us bedroom wise.
"I am meeting my friend Cheryl at the gym in about an hour. If you want to come by and use the equipment, I could arrange that for you."
I could see the look of excitement on Ronald's face. I tried to keep a poker face to hide the fact that I was so fucking horny and needed a man to fuck me really hard and long.
But what is a woman suppose to do with such feelings. I certainly could not just broadcast it to a near stranger that my husband had not fucked me for three months and I was desperate for a hard cock between my legs. I squeezed my legs together as I felt the walls in my pussy begin to contract.
I had never really looked at Ronald closely before. That happens when you have been married for a while. You tend to stop looking at men especially at their crotch area. Ronald must have noticed my stare because he smiled and ever so seductively allowed his hand to pass over his covered cock.
I searched in my bag and fished out a business card.
"The Gym is quiet easy to find after to reach the city. Just look for the pink building with the two large nude statues on James Street. Come up the stairs between the statues and you will find me."
Ronald reached out to take the card but I could not help but notice how his fingers lingered against mine as he took the card.
I needed to get far from this man and quickly. Ronald looked good and god he smelled like something I would love to get my mouth on.
I could see myself sitting on this man face rubbing my cunt all over his mouth as my hand reached back to caress his hard cock. This was not supposed to be happening. I am good girl who teaches Sunday school every Sunday.
Good girl or not, I knew what I was feeling. I wanted to fuck my neighbour and I wanted to do it really soon and really bad. I had to go find Cheryl and talk this shit over with her. Cheryl was bad to the bone but she still managed to offer me some great advice especially where sex was concerned.
"Ok Ronald I have to go now but I will be looking for you later at the Gym."
Ronald was actually holding my hand as I turned to walk away. He just let my fingers slowly slip from his grasp. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away. I was glad I had chosen to wear my black tight that morning. His eyes could feast on my big ass as I walked away.
Ok so I am an undercover freak who needs a good fuck. I will admit to that. Turning forty has not helped me much. My desire for good hard cock has gotten greater these days. At the rate I am going my two vibrators will report me for vibrator abuse. I am wearing those things out.
I wish someone would sit my husband down and tell him that a woman in her forties is not ready for retirement. Shit my gloves were on and I was ready to take on any opponents who took to the ring with me. I was becoming a little concern because lately I have been forced to deal with some thoughts that are a little unsettling.
Cheryl is openly bisexual and has been trying to encourage me to try out a few of her girlfriends. Truth be told, if I were to fuck another woman it would have to be Cheryl. To date, all we have ever done is kiss but curiosity is growing daily and I must admit, I am warming up to the idea.
I am finally beginning to understand why middle age women end up fucking young boys. In our forties we are at the peak of our sexual desire. Our husbands or men, who tend to be a little older, are in a state of decline sexually or they are busy chasing after younger ass.
The net result of these sexual dynamics is a huge number of very horny middle age women who would fuck the crack of dawn it they could. So now you know why sex shop cannot keep their stock of vibrators and dildos for very long. I actually witnessed two women fighting for the last vibrator in a store recently.
I had been so caught up in my own thoughts that I almost missed my stop as the bus neared the area where I would disembark. I hated working in the city especially at this time of the year when every Barbadian seemed to have an inexplicable urge to be in the city. The vehicular and human traffic was just too much for me.
What made thing worse in the city was an extended drought period affecting the island and the rest of the Caribbean. The heat was becoming unbearable. We were already into the month of December but so far none of the cold breeze from up north seemed to be cooling down the island.
The government was trying its best to get citizens to conserve water because there were reports that the water tables on the islands were critically low. Rain predictions for June to November had proven to be incorrect.
I don't think we had more than two rainy days for the entire rainy season. Everyone was hoping for a season of wetness before the year ended and the dry season went into high gear again.
I had agreed to meet Cheryl at 9:00. It was much quicker for me to get off the bus and walk into the city. Side streets would also help me avoid much of the human crush than descended on the city around the end of the year. I looked at my watch. I would be late this morning.
Cheryl was already in the room we used as an office at the gym. She was wearing unusually tight stretched jeans that complimented her hips, ass, and athletic legs very well. She wore a shot white blouse that exposed her navel ring which she was quite proud to display as often as she could.
"You look like you have seen a ghost Jackie. What happen to you that you looking so out of sorts?"
I guess my face was telling a story and Cheryl was reading the headlines. I wonder what she was seeing. Maybe my face was saying, "Horny wife wants to fuck young neighbour."
"This shit is becoming unbearable. I need a good fuck and I need it like yesterday. I am too old for all these head and belly aches. I need some hard cock between my legs or I will simply go crazy."
I sat next to Cheryl with one leg resting on the side of sofa which we use to catch some sleep when we were needed it. If this sofa could talk I am sure it would have many dark tales to tell about Cheryl and some of the lovers she fuck in the office.
I reached between my legs squeezing my hot crotch.
"God I need a man to fuck me long and hard."
