First let me tell you that I am not young; in my estimation, I am not good looking; I am not a hot stud; and I am not a famous character in town.
Having told you these things, I must also tell you that I am one lucky guy when it comes to getting laid, blown, or finding a hook-up. This is what happened to me yesterday, January 9/08.
I went to Canadian Tire store to buy a portable blow-up mattress for summer camping; and since they were on sale, I just couldn't pass up this deal. When I found the department and the variety of mattresses, I discovered that they were all queen size mattresses but I wanted a single because it is easier to pack. As I was contemplating leaving, a salesperson came along.
"Can I help you, Sir" she asked.
I looked at her name tag to see that her name was Norma. She was about 42-45 years old, about 5 feet tall, good body, and good face but sadly I noticed a wedding ring.
"Yes, Norma. I'm looking for the single mattress but these are all queen size." I said.
Norma said, "We have singles up there on the top shelf. I'll go get a ladder so we can get one down."
"Don't bother, Norma. I can reach it if I stand on the bottom shelf."
"OK, but we're not supposed to do this. I'll brace you so you don't fall." she said.
I stood on the bottom shelf and rached way up over my head. She put her hand on my ass to brace me and said, "Pretty tight for an old guy. Nice ass."
I got the box down; and when I turned around to face her, she glanced back and forth to see if anyone was around then leaned in and kissed me.
"Thanks. You're a sweetheart," she said.
"Hey, your'e not bad yourself. Pretty cute, I'd say. But you're not very fair. You got to hold my ass but I didn't get to hold you anywhere." I said laughing.
"The day's not done yet, Honey." she said.
"Wow, you're something else! Do you think management would mind if we were to try this mattress out right here in the store?" I asked her jokingly.
"I'm pretty sure they would, but they couldn't say anything about trying it out somewhere else." she said to my surprise.
"I came into work at seven this morning and I'm done at two. Why don't you come back around then and we can get together. By the way, What's your name?"
"I'm Bruce, and I'm free. What do you have in mind?" I asked her.
"We can talk about it, but it won't be on this mattress, though. I get seasick when I bounce up and down." she joked. I thought this was pretty funny.
"Just climb on top, then. I can brace the movement." I shot back at her.
"H-m-m. On top. My favorite position." she said as she moved close enough to let her tits touch me. Thankfully, she checked to see if anyone was around again.
She asked me if I had a place to go and I told her that I was looking after my brother's house while he is away for the winter and suggested we go there. We agreed to meet just outside the front doors around two so I could lead her to my brother's house.
When we got there, we immediately fell into a clothes-on embrace and kissed each other. She said that she liked the way I kissed and I returned the compliment to her. We took off our coats; and now that she didn't have on the store smock, I could see how generous her tits were.
We kissed so more; and when we broke off, I said, "You've got fantastic tits, Norma." and with that I got to hold them while I was leaning my crotch into her.
"You seem to have a nice dick, Bruce. I can feel it grinding into me right through your jeans. You sure get a hard-on fast." she said.
I hadn't realized that I was that hard, but it wasn't something I could hide. I thanked her for the compliment and we kissed with one of the most passionate kisses ever. I felt her ass and her tits, and she reached down and was holding my dick as if she had a golf club grip.
"Want to go inside?" I asked her, meaning the bedroom.
"I sure do. It's been so long since I had sex with anyone and I don't know how long I'm going to last if you soon don't fuck me." she said eagerly.
"Norma, you are beautiful. You have a great body. You have a wonderful personality. How come there is no man in your life?" I asked her.
She told me that she used to be married but has been divorced for almost two years. I asked her about the wedding ring and she said she wore it mostly to fend off men who were hitting on her. She also told me that her ex-husband had remarried and moved to Ft. McMurray to work.
I said, "If you wear your ring to keep men from hitting on you, it didn't work this time, did it?"
She laughed and said, "Don't forget that I started this when I copped a feel of your ass. Do you always wear tight jeans? You've got a nice ass."