This is about a visit to my daughter in Northern California. She works as a pharmacists assistant at a big box store. Me? I'm from a small rural town in Wisconsin, 52 years old and work at an insurance agency. I have lived in the same area virtually all my life. I think the best way to tell this story is to let it unfold as it flows from my memory.
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I see Marlain, white pharmacists jacket folded over her arm, head out the door to work. My eyes couldn't help but notice the tight black slacks accentuating her back side.
'To think I had a butt like that once. NEVER would have worn tight pants like that though!'
I glanced at Jay. His eyes are glued to the spot on the door where Marlain's butt has disappeared. He glances up to see me studying him. He smiles and takes another bite of my apple pie.
"It's all about the sex isn't it?", I ask. It is more of a comment rather than a question.
Jay swallows the last of the pie while looking directly at me, "Not completely. But, yes. We are good friends ...with benefits I guess. Neither of us is into personal entanglements right now."
Jay, in his mid 30's, has some kind of job at a Silicon Valley electronics company and I know he's divorced. I also realize my daughter, a single mother with two small children, is not about to get herself emotionally involved. She's a damaged girl who has not had an easy time and it pains me to think about it.
"It's a very, very different world now days from what I knew. Seems to work for you guys though. Marlian is happier than I've seen her in a while."
"How about you?" Jay asked. "You got any action going back in Wisconsin?"
"Hmmfph!" I said, raising to cover a sudden blush. I cleared our pie plates and turned to put them into the dishwasher. "Not much action for a frumpy old lady where I live in Wisconsin."
I could feel him looking at me... or my butt I guess. I stood back up, quickly.
Jay was holding out his coffee cup, a wise ass smirk on his face.
As I filled his cup he asked, "So you don't like sex? Or you do but it's all solo at the moment."
I felt the color rise again as I sat. I didn't have the slightest idea of what to say.
Jay filled the long silence, "I went through a long dry spell a while ago myself."
O.K. these California people are forward! ... A 'nothing is sacred' kind of people,..
"No, I like sex...." I finally answered, "Or used to. I seem to be getting by."
Surprised by what came out of my mouth I added, "Why do you ask?"
'What's up with me',
I wonder.
' It's just silly. Me getting all flustered.'
Jay is sitting across the table, his eyes shut. A moment later they open and look directly at me, his eyes deep with some intangible expression.
"I bet it would be good. I was just imaj..."
"Oh, come on!" I nervously interrupted. "Guys your age only want the 20 year olds not someone like me with sagging everything."
Good god what in hell was going to come out of his mouth next! What off the wall, perverted thing was he thinking.
"Nothing I can see that appears to sag." Jay slowly replied. "In fact I was trying to imagine how GOOD it would feel ... to be inside you."
I sat with my mouth half open. My face now crimson. This is no normal hot flash I was experiencing. After what seemed minutes I finally said, "What nonsense! You expect me to lift my dress, ... just like that?"
"No, not at all. I was just.... well it felt to me like it could be one of those times. You know, ... sometimes paths cross. Unique circumstances create a moment. They should be grasped and experienced.."
His look and demeanor is so sincere. I study his face a few moments.