These memories are true and even though they occurred about 25 years ago are still very fresh in my mind. I will take liberties with details only to fill in the few gaps in these memories, but most of the accounts that follow are accurate. I did intentionally change the one name in this memory.
I suppose I should tell you a little about myself before continuing. I am by nature a somewhat reserved individual until I get to know and feel comfortable with someone. I am, however, a very sexual person. I have always preferred the more passionate encounters, but will step out on the edge from time to time. I was not blessed with large anatomy, and in fact would guess that my penis is more than a little smaller than average. But to this day I've never had a bad sexual encounter or received any complaints from the women I've been with. In fact, I've had little need and prefer not to go "prowling" for intimacy.
Her name was Vicki. She was 44 years old. She stood about 5'2" and weighed around 100 lbs. She had black hair stylishly kept just below the shoulders, small but still somewhat perky boobs, and a lean frame with slightly curving hips.
We shared the same office at work and were both supervisors. We'd shared the office for about a year and had gotten to know each other. Nothing real personal, just friendly chat about things in general in addition to the normal business discussions. I was 26 years old and single, while she was married with three children of varying ages.
She said at one point that her husband had hurt her real bad, but having never seen any indication of physical violence (like bruises or cuts) I assumed she meant he had cheated on her. I let it go and didn't pursue the subject, figuring it was none of my business and if she wanted to talk more about it she would. She spent some time on the phone with her family, but I don't ever remember overhearing her talking to her husband.
One summer Friday Vicki began talking to me more than usual. I remember it being unusual because her tone and manner were not of the normal type to which I had grown accustomed from her. She was especially personable and friendly, wanting to talk about anything and everything. Toward the end of the day she said on Saturday (the next day) she would be running an errand in the area where we worked, and since she knew I lived just a few blocks from there she would like to come by and visit.
What this meant was my Friday evening would be spent doing a legitimate cleaning job on my apartment just in case Vicki was serious about dropping in on me Saturday. I cleaned until about midnight, at which time I was satisfied my small apartment was presentable.
True to her word, Vicki arrived at my place around 2:00PM on Saturday. She had called to say she was on her way, so I was out on the steps waiting for her when she drove up. My jaw must have hit the ground when she got out of her van. Until that day, I had never seen Vicki dressed in anything other than knee-high dresses. That day she was wearing cutoff shorts and a t-shirt, and looked fantastic. The shorts were cut low enough to be tasteful, but short enough to be alluring and define her firm, shapely butt. She immediately came over and we sat down on the steps and began talking.
She sat about two steps above the one I was on, and I found out later that was intentional. What it did was totally distract me from whatever conversation we were having and make it very difficult to focus on anything other than her lovely tanned legs.
