It all started on the little league ball field. One of the Mother's was dropping off her son for our first practice. They lived nearby and I knew of them, if only by face. Anyway, she was a vision. A sexy, MILF with a great sense of humor, and an extraordinary body. I was thinking this is going to be a great season!
Well fantasies ran rampant for most of the short season. I was lucky enough to see her almost everyday because I would pick up and drop off as we lived so close. Being the coach does have its privileges!
They couldn't make it to the end of season celebration. So a couple weeks later I offered to drop the trophy off. She was the only one home; kids visiting the grandparents or something, husband who knows where. She was visibly upset. I couldn't help but ask what was wrong with genuine concern.
"Oh it's nothing," she replied.
"Now come on. I can see you've been crying. Is everything alright?"
She hesitated a bit while fidgeting, "Oh it's nothing really. I'm being silly."
I tried to lighten the mood a bit by replying, "I don't mean to pry but if you need someone to listen I'm all ears and I won't judge. I promise."
She was hesitant and I couldn't blame her that's for sure. "Well, I-I-I. I'm not sure. It's very personal. And I just don't know."
"Listen. I'm probably making you even more uncomfortable and upset than you already are. I was only trying to help. You are a wonderful person and I'm sorry you are upset. Can I get you anything or would you prefer I go?" I was giving her an out. She wasn't comfortable spilling it to a relative stranger. I was saying to myself, probably family matters, or money problems. I shouldn't even get involved.
"No, no thank you. I am fine, really. Thank you so much for dropping the trophy off and thanks for trying to listen. I really do appreciate it." She said taking the trophy and ushering me to the door.
I took the hint and left. But not before I said my goodbyes and implanted those tight jeans and even tighter t-shirt which highlighted her always perky breasts oh so very well into my memory.
About two weeks later, standing in line at the local Coffee shop, from behind I hear a whisper, "Thanks again for the other day. I know you were only trying to help. And honestly, my problem hasn't gotten any better. You still willing to listen?"
"Of course." I say with a huge smile. We ordered and sat down in a very public place (a much safer venue for certain) and she began to tell me her woes.
"Actually, I'm so glad I ran into you because maybe a male perspective will help me."
"My husband and I (pause) aren't "doing" it quite as often as we used to. I'm thinking he has grown tired of me or maybe worse he may be cheating on me. And I don't really know what I can do."
I couldn't pass on the opportunity to pay her a compliment. And yes it sounds corny even now but I said, "Well Kristen, you are absolutely beautiful and there is no reason whatsoever he should be looking elsewhere."
She smiled and thanked me and I thought I detected a little blush. Well, we continued talking about the issue. How long it had been... Were there any other stresses in their lives... Any changes in his behavior? To sum it up, he was always tired and the passion had just waned.
I didn't get all the details like how often they used to do it and how often now, but the sense was things had dried up almost completely. I wanted to ask her how she was managing? Was the lack thereof making her even hornier than usual? Was she a sexual person at heart? Wishful thinking but the topic really stayed, and rightfully so, on her husband and his lack of drive.
I couldn't imagine this guy not wanting her all the time. She had shoulder length brown hair, an incredible body. Her tits were firm and to die for. And her ass always beckoned a stare. My attention and questioning did eventually get around to her and her feelings.
It wasn't hard to understand why she was doubting, even blaming, herself. So after listening to everything and asking all the questions I could reasonably get away with I had a suggestion. It was a bold one and surely wouldn't solve the problem but it would hopefully quell any self doubt she was having.
I said, "Well, I have a suggestion. You are going to think it's crazy but here it goes. What is on your agenda for today?"
"I have shopping to do. I'm going to a bunch of different places in the mall and stuff."
"Okay, this is really simple and you're gonna think I'm crazy for suggesting it but it will eliminate a part of the equation. What you need is a boost of self-confidence.
"You need to pay particular attention to all the men you see throughout the day. When you walk by a guy make eye contact. Watch his eyes. See what he is looking at. After you pass one or two randomly glance over your shoulder and see if they happen to be checking you out."
"I'm willing to bet their eyes will roam and you'll notice men half your age or even twice your age leering at you as subtly as they think they can get away with. That's because... (pause) ...because you exude a sexuality I'm not even sure you know you have."
She was blushing a bit now and was noticeably nervous and again fidgeting. "Do you think you can do this? It's really quite simple. Go about your normal day, but since you'll be out and about make sure to pay attention to all the men you can. And subtly watch them watch you, and their interaction with you. You'll learn a lot by monitoring the male species, trust me" I said with a smile.
She was laughing or embarrassed but I was serious. This would hopefully open her eyes to how exciting and sexy she really was and make her feel good about herself. I was sure men would be doing the typical (I'm gawking and drooling but trying to look cool and not get caught). It took some convincing. But after a few minutes she agreed she'd try.
I told her I would call her before dinner to see how things went. It was a stretch but looking back on it now it was the right move for her. She needed to solve the first step and realize this was not her problem.
She answered, "Hello?" "Is this a good time to talk? Don't want to get you in any hot water" I asked. "Oh no, my boys are away at camp and my husband doesn't get back in town until Tomorrow night (Wednesday)."
"Well, just wondering how the rest of your day was?"
"It was fine."
"Oh come on don't play coy, did you have any luck spying the opposite sex?"
"Yes"
"Well?" I had to draw it out of her.
"It was ... interesting. And you're right. I do think I learned a lot about the male species by paying close attention."
"And are you drawing any conclusions?"
"Quite a few actually. First, the statement 'men are pigs' is very true. Second, I now hate you because your suggestion didn't solve anything, but I will never leave the house again without wearing a sheet and a parka."
"That bad, huh?"
"Well, it took me a while to get up the nerve to really do it. The more I watched them though, the more I felt like a piece of meat" she said.
"But knowing other men look at you in a very animalistic way at least shows that you are quite easy on the eyes and Derrick is a fool to not take advantage of you every second." I stated.
"Thanks," she blushed through the phone.
"So how do you feel now?"
"About what?"
"Are you confused, tired, horny, elated, resolute on your next action? What do you think?," Again, I cringed after saying the "H" word but tried to cover it up with a variety of thoughts. Although she had opened up there was a line we had yet to cross.
"Well... I'm still confused about the situation. And I'm tired of worrying about it. I'm hornier than hell. I'm happy and creeped out all at the same time. I can't believe so many guys were really checking me out and I have no idea what to do next." she replied matter of factly.
