The Curse
Note: A story about adult sexual activity intended for adults. Everyone in this story is over eighteen. While the events in this story are based on true experiences some names have been changed and times have been compressed for this format. The events took place prior to the need for safe sex due to epidemic of STDs.
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I stopped by a local men's clothing store to get a new outfit for an upcoming annual charity event in town. The shop was known for its quality men's apparel and its ability to personally fit the customer. I always needed my slacks and jackets fitted because I seemed to be in between full sizes.
When I walked in I was greeted by a tall, attractive, mature woman who smiled and greeted me with a cheery, "Good afternoon, I'm Judy. How may I help you today?"
I had seen her several times before but I was usually assisted by other sales people, mostly men. She was a very attractive, married woman maybe in her mid forties, always impeccably dressed. Her short black hair was lightly sprinkled with gray; she was about 5' 7" with 125 pounds molded into a very shapely figure.
Judy asked what the occasion was and after I told her about the charity event I would be attending, she immediately said, "Oh, I will be attending that also. You will want something dress casual."
She gently lifted my arms and wrapped her arms around me with a measuring tape in her hands. She adjusted it to the right place and in doing so her breasts brushed lightly against my chest. I immediately wondered if her nipples had hardened when she brushed against me; were her nipples large brown or small pink ones? I had to force the thoughts out of my mind before I got a raging hard-on.
She announced, "I think a 38 regular should be close with a few adjustments."
I agreed then let her take charge and pick out a pair of slacks and a light linen sports jacket suitable for the event; I was very pleased with her suggestions and we proceeded to one of the fitting rooms. As I stood in front of three mirrors, Judy helped me into the jacket then quickly marked the jacket with caulk where alterations would be needed.
Once the jacket was fitted and marked Judy took it to the tailor while I changed into the new slacks. When she returned she pulled up a very short stool to sit on and began fitting the slacks. She had me to turn around as her hands moved over my ass and around my waist checking the fit and marking areas to adjust; once she was satisfied she began fitting the length. To reach the hem she had to bend lower on the stool which caused her legs to open slightly showing me a nice view of her stocking encased legs.
She asked, "Do you dress to the right or left?" referring to the side on which my "equipment" hung.
I got a quick rush telling this beautiful woman about my equipment and replied, "To the right."
Her hands immediately went to the inside of my right leg and began gathering the material around the bulge of my equipment to make sure there was enough room. The more her hands moved the material to give me more room the more my "equipment" seemed to need more room. Of course that required her hands to gather more material to ensure I would have enough room for growth; it was a real catch-22 situation. With the view of her open legs, her face and hands moving around so close to my "equipment", I just knew I was going to get a noticeable erection before she completed her fitting.
During the fitting we conversed on a number of related topics concerning the charity event. She asked about my date and what she would be wearing I told her I did not have a date that I was going there specifically to meet someone new.
She replied without looking up, "Well I'm sure there will be plenty of girls there to catch your eye."
I responded, "I'm not really interested in the girls."
I paused as she looked up, her jaw almost dropped before I added, "I prefer women and I know there will be lots of them there both widowed and married."
Her eyes widened as she asked, "You go out with married woman?"
"Absolutely, I have learned that middle aged, married men in Florida are out chasing the young girls and leaving their wives home alone; I love beautiful, mature women and hate to see them neglected."
"Well being a mature woman married to a middle aged man in Florida I would say that what you have learned is very true. My husband is constantly eyeing the young, scantily clad girls." She replied rather agitated.
She looked up from her stool and smiled as I moved my foot between her feet. She did not break eye contact when I pressed my leg against her knee opening her legs and exposing her panties for several seconds.
Her face flushed she quickly stood up saying, "I'm afraid that will do you no good."
What she did not know however was that I knew something very personal about her.
"Is that because you are having your period?" I asked.
"What? How do you know that? Was I showing a leak?" she stammered with surprise.
I gave a slight smile, "I have a very sensitive sense of smell. I can often smell when a woman is having her period. I should also tell you that I do not shy away from a woman because of her period; I even find it exciting. Besides, there's more than one way to skin a cat."
Judy replied, "It's called a "curse" for a reason but for me it isn't just because of my period, it's because I get so damn horny and my husband won't get near me, that's the curse."
I placed my hands on her shoulders, looked her in the eyes and told her, "I would like to be near you. I would love to inhale your aroma and taste your sweet nectar. Would you like to meet me after work this evening?"
We agreed to meet at the Sand Dollar Motel just off the causeway when she got off work at five o'clock. I paid for my clothes and arranged to pick them up when the alterations were complete then left the store.
On the way to the motel I stopped by my favorite Italian restaurant and ordered lasagna and salads for two then stopped and bought wine. I only had an hour before Judy would arrive unless she got a bad case of guilt and changed her mind.
Ever since my active duty army days I had learned to carry a grab bag in the trunk of my car. The term came from always having a bag packed and ready to grab if you needed to report for duty quickly. I had adjusted the contents to serve civilian requirements for unexpected events like meeting Judy at a motel or performing first aid.
In addition to a change of clothes, shaving kit, tooth brushes and the like, I also had a small supply of rubbers (you now call them condoms), both dry and lubed, a few tampons, sanitary napkins, and disposable diapers, all of which could be used for the obvious or for stopping the bleeding of a first aid victim. I also had a small rubber sheet from a baby's bed which could be used to protect bed clothing or treat a sucking chest wound.
When I arrived at the motel I parked my car in front of the room and opened the curtains so she would know which room I was in. I had just enough time to shower and put on a fresh pair of boxers before she arrived. I had the small table set for two with wine ready to drink.
I waved to her from the large window as she pulled up. She quickly looked around for other people then began unbuttoning her blouse as she exited her car. When I opened the door for her, the blouse was completely open and she rushed into my arms.
"We have to skip dinner for now? I want to feel my nipples in your warm, wet mouth."
It took a moment to move out of the door way enough to close it. Judy pressed her pelvis against my leg as I undid the clasps of her bra and slid it down her arms but we were to close together to move it out of the way. I pulled her close to the table so I could sit down where my face would be level to her tits. I engulfed them with my mouth one at a time before pushing them together with my hands so I could take both nipples into my mouth at the same time.
Judy wrapped her arms around my neck as my hands and lips assaulted her tits. She began gasping for breath and moaning loudly. I pushed her to the bed and moved her hands to her tits so I could free up one of mine without giving up the delightful treat of sucking her tits. My free hand opened the zipper of her skirt and clawed at the material to move it over her round hips and ass.
Once on the bed my free hand went into the waist of her full cut, panties. I moved over her garter belt, under the clasp of the straps holding her pad in place, and over the thick patch of pubic hair. Her aroma was strong but very exciting as my middle finger found the top of her slit and the long sheath holding her clit. I pressed my other fingers against the sides of her vulva, burying my middle finger and her clit between them; I began to move my hand in small vibrating motions.
Judy tried to climb my arm; her ass was completely off the bed. Grunts emanated from her mouth as she gasped for breath. The muscles in her legs and torso quivered violently from an intense orgasm. Once she came down she pulled my hand from her panties and sighed. I smiled at her then took my fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean.
"Wow that was wonderful! Now I'm hungry." She said.
When we moved to the table she noticed my erect cock, "Do I need to take care of that before dinner?" She asked with a coy smile.
I chuckled, "Naw it will be just fine until after dinner; besides we have to decide what to do with it."
With a devilish smile she asked, "You mean more ways to skin a cat?"
