Hopes were high for today and tonight. I was scheduled to meet my lady friend for a drink and have a nice dinner afterwards. Reservations had already been made at her favorite restaurant, clean sheets were on my bed, and I popped a Viagra five minutes before she was to walk in the door. She could be a ball of fire in the sack and I certainly didn't want to disappoint her.
When she walked in there were almost storm clouds over her head. "Fucking job; Fucking traffic; why the fuck did you pick this place to meet?" I reminded her that this was where we first met. "Who gives a fuck? I don't want a fucking drink. I don't want to go out to fucking dinner; and I certainly don't want to fuck you tonight." To say she left in a huff would be an understatement.
An older female friend and her husband, who had been sitting nearby, came over. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "Ain't menopause a bitch? It's like PMS on steroids." I laughed and said that I had lived through it before but for some stupid reason thought hers might be kinder and gentler. "She'll get over it in about six months - if you're lucky."
I finished my drink, downed another and decided to just go home and catch up on all the movies I'd been recording. I cancelled the dinner reservation and ate a sandwich at the bar. Luckily it's a short drive from there to home and I was almost there when a car in front of me broke down. I put on my flashers and helped the driver (a young lady) push it by hand into a gas station. I went back and got my truck out of the street, pulling in behind her. I really wasn't dressed to help but went to ask anyway.
She was pretty, with silky black hair and an olive complexion. I estimated her to be in her early twenties. "I just ran out of gas." I offered to push her to the pump but she told me she didn't have any money and had been on her way to get her paycheck but didn't make it. She told me where she worked and said that her bank closed soon. I reached into my pocket and handed her a five.
"Here; this should get you there and to the bank." She asked if I would follow her so she could repay me and I told her not to worry about it.
"I don't really like owing people money and I'm not a panhandler." Fueled by a few drinks, that piqued my interest. I looked at her again. She was cute and thin but with a generous mouth and a slight over-bite. I asked her age. "I'm twenty four; how about you?" I told her to add forty five to hers. "You look good!"
I thanked her and figured 'what the hell'. "How about if I fill your tank and you empty my tank?" I moved closer to her and rubbed my hand over my bulge.
"I'm not a hooker either!" I explained that hookers did what they did for cash. What I was suggesting a simple bit of barter. I would help her and then she could help me if she wanted to. She thought for a minute then reached out and rubbed my crotch. "You certainly do seem to have a need to be drained and I am on empty." I took that as a yes and pushed her car to the pump. I inserted my card to pay and set it to auto-fill.