I'm a generic, divorced, 64 year old guy who has been divorced for several years. My second marriage only lasted a year after I found she really only wanted my pensions. While I have tried to date, every time I had feelings I ghosted. So, it was with Brenda, a lady I worked with. We met seven years ago at a work related retreat. She was about 5' 5" , 100 pounds on a good day, small breasts that usually aren't my type, and was married. I was smitten with her right away for some reason, but when I found out she was married I dismissed my thoughts.
Our second year working together we became teammates. Through the course of the year I could tell she was having some personal issues. It came out she was getting divorced. I almost clapped my hands in delight at the thought, but she was still a married woman who might reconcile her marriage. By summer the divorce was final and during many happy hours we became better friends. Finally I made the move to ask her out even though she was several years younger than me and not the normal type woman I would date. The date went well and when we got back to her place she invited me in. I declined the invitation.
We went out a couple more times and then I would make an excuse why we couldn't continue to see each other. This pattern would repeat itself three times in the next four years.
Then out of the blue she sent me a text saying she had been talking to a mutual friend, my name came up, and she wondered how I was. We texted back and forth for about four hours. It was a sleepless night thinking about her. I sent her a text early the next morning asking her to dinner that night. It was a long five hours until I received that yes text.
When I picked her up, she looked better than ever. Her hair was a lot longer, a little blonder, and her shirt had a couple of buttons undone that gave a nice glimpse of her small, beautiful, 59 year old breasts. We exchanged a hug that seemed tighter than it should have been and a little longer that normal. As we started to part I put my hands on her face and bent in for that first kiss that was five years in the making. It started soft and electric at the same time. In an instant her tongue was searching for mine and I willingly tried to wrestle hers out of her mouth. Feeling her warmth in my arms and the delicious flavor of her mouth gave me feelings I thought I had lost forever. We looked into each others eyes and I said, "Maybe we should go to dinner."
Brenda replied, "Maybe we should go some place closer than you planned."
The drive there was filled with idle chatter and both of us caressing the others hand and arm. During the meal Brenda would turn one way, then another, giving me every opportunity to view her probably C cup breasts. At one point she got up to go to the restroom and slowly ran her fingers across my chest as she went by. When she returned, I got up, slipped my hand into her shirt and squeezed her breast as I went to the restroom.
"Take me home," Brenda said as soon as I got back to the table, "I'm finished."
