Readers,
Sorry, I've taken so long to get back to this series. I know a lot of you have commented asking me to continue. I had a medical situation that took up a lot of my time and resources. I'm not done yet, but am in a recovery phase of the treatments so far. In a couple of months, I'll know if the treatments were successful, or if I need more.
I had planned on writing about Carol in this part and I see no reason to change that.
Joeehartley
Jill and Bill enjoyed a sensual late afternoon of wine and naked flesh, but all good things must end and just before dark Bill decided to head on home promising another session soon.
Once home, Bill cleaned up, prepared his dinner, and ate it in front of the TV. He felt that with all the activity he'd enjoyed over the last few days, he'd be more exhausted, but instead he felt energized. He wondered who he'd get to know next. He thought back about the beauty show with Gail, Carol, and Jill. He's already had a one on one with Jill and maybe he should try to see the other two individually.
He remembered talking with Carol earlier in the morning about how she and others in her group alternated going to the senior center. He couldn't remember if she's said that tomorrow was her day there or not. He did get her phone number, didn't he? He now have to remember what he'd done with it.
Bill finished his dinner, cleaned up,and looked for Carol's number. He glanced at the clock and noticed that it was getting late; not late by the standards of those who went out often, but late for those who were retired and no longer going out to clubs. He'd take his chances at seeing her tomorrow at the senior center.
The next morning Bill sat out on his porch with his coffee watching to see if anyone he knew walked by. He remembered not to head over to the senior center before noon, but he had little else to do. He hoped that Carol would be there today, but didn't want to call her to verify.
He noticed the other day that Carol had impressed him as someone who hid a secret. He couldn't put his finger on exactly what gave him that impression, but she did seem to just go along with everything Gail directed at the makeshift beauty contest the other day. Nothing like Jill, who set her own standards, but more of a follower than a leader.
Bill finished his coffee without seeing anyone walk by and headed in to his computer. He could fill the time checking out porn sites. He watched his normal short videos of threesomes, women exposing themselves in public, and a couple of videos of submissive women with their dominate partners.
At 12:30, after a quick lunch, he headed over to the senior center and again met Cindy at the door.
"Hi Bill, we missed you. I saw you here yesterday and then you left before the activities started, did something upset you?" The administrator asked.
"I talked with a few of the women here and I lost interest in the exercise," he shared. He really didn't want to lie, but he didn't like any of the women he'd met there before the activities started.
"Well, we have an exercise class scheduled for today too. Is it the exercise that is bothering you? It is very gentle," she offered.
"I think that would be fine. I'll check it out today," he responded to her concern.
Bill walked into the facility and started to look for Carol. He saw no one he knew so far and was ready to pick a position in the back where he could watch more instead of interact when a familiar voice called his name. He turned and saw Carol walking towards him.
"Glad to see you here today. I know that you and Jill left early yesterday. We try not to do that since Cindy is always on the lookout for women just using this center as a hook up spot," she informed him of the unwritten rule.
"I'm glad you told me. I can see how that might cause problems and also explains the secrecy around your after-hours activities," Bill replied.
Carol set up a mat and Bill followed her lead. They were close to the back wall, but both planned on staying for the class.
The class was as Cindy described, very gentle and like most other activities at the center, rather boring. For an exercise class, it required little actual movement, and no real stretching. Everything was glacial slow. There was also a pronounced lack of any other men in the center.
Carol and Bill thanked Cindy for the class and after putting their mats back, walked out together to get a cup of coffee, the euphemism the group of women he'd met used for a hook-up after the scheduled activities at the senior center.
Bill followed Carol to her house and tried to keep the conversation light and about the exercise routine instead of what activities lay ahead of him once they reached Carol's house.
So far when Bill got together with one or more of the women from the center, it was the woman who directed the activities. Carol appeared different, once they entered her home, he felt an uncomfortable silence.
After a moment, Bill asked if she had any wine and she excused herself to retrieve the wine she had set out earlier and two glasses. She offered a glass to Bill and took a seat on the couch. Bill joined her and took a sip of the wine, "This is very good," he said trying to fill the silence.
"Thank you," she replied.
After another several seconds, Bill asked, "are you uncomfortable with me being here? We can just talk and get to know each other if you prefer, or I can head on home and we can do this another time."
"I'm sorry," she announced. "You have no idea what is going on and it's unfair of me to expect you to know what I want, when I haven't told you."
"So, what do you want?" Bill asked.
Carol took a deep breath and a sip of her wine before starting her story, "When I was married many years ago, my husband and I explored different sexual ideas and we found that we both enjoyed the submissive/dominate relationship, where I was the submissive," she paused and took another sip of wine, before continuing, "I've tried to find other men at the center who could be a Dom for me, but most were too weak, and the others want to beat me. You are the first man I've met in a long while who appears healthy enough to play and not wanting to get violent," she paused again, stared into his eyes, took a deep breath, and blurted out the rest. "I must admit that since we met, I've fantasized about being with you."
"That sounds exciting, but I've never been anyone's Dom before and it's really not my thing. I have seen Dom/Sub videos on the porn sites, but I've never tried any." Bill confessed.
"I like it very mild. I'm not into humiliation, or S&M, but I do like being told what to do. I also like giving blowjobs. I actually want you to tell me what to do," she admitted.
"Is that why you were so attentive when I asked if you had any wine?" Bill asked.
"Yes,"
