Mark, a much older man, befriends a much younger woman.
I met Maureen, while walking my dog through the dog park. She stopped me in my tracks when she suddenly appeared from behind some shrubbery with her puppy, Missy, a Golden Retriever. He had spotted my dog, Polo, and ran out to play chase.
My dog is the chase champion, only he likes being chased and not chasing other dogs. The fastest dog at the dog park, no dog can catch him. Instead of naming him Polo, I should have named him Flash or Zip in the way that he can run, jump, leap, and zigzag away from any dog at will.
I watched her dog interact with mine. She was so young, so clumsy, and so funny in her play. With her paws too big for the size of her, she look as if he wore oversized shoes that caused her to trip and stumble. So terribly uncoordinated, she was as laughable as she was beautiful.
Then, I looked at Maureen, again, so young, so self-confident, and so self-assured. In a word, indeed, she was a true beauty. Hypnotizing and mesmerizing is how I'd describe her. Never had I met anyone like her.
Wishing I was 20-years younger, never have I seen a woman as beautiful. She was tall, at least, 5'9' tall while wearing flat sneakers. With her long, red, lush, beautiful hair, and her big, green eyes, she had enormous breasts, at least, a double D cup. Since I love tits, the bigger the better, if her red hair and beautiful face didn't attract my sexual attention, her big tits certainly did.
'Who is this woman and where has she been all my life,' I thought?
I was old enough to be her father. The thought that I was so very much older than she was, and that she hadn't been born yet, when I searched for my one and only, filled me with sadness, guilt, and shame. Easily, I was twice her age. What's wrong with me to sexually lust over a woman so young?
Suddenly, I felt like lecherous fool that I am. If I were her dad, I'd be warning her about guys like me, just as I had warned my daughters about older men being after only one thing. Yet, unable to control my sexual desire, there I was lusting after this, oh, so young, beautiful woman. Without realizing it, unable to remove my eyes from her and continuing to stare at her, I had become one of those guys.
'He's too old for you, Honey,' I imagined her father talking about me, when she brought me home to dinner to meet her parents, as if I was some young, grad student. 'Don't throw your life away over him. Find someone your own age. If you had children with this guy, he'll be old enough to be their grandfather when they're still in high school. Besides, he's only after one thing.'
'Only after one thing,' I imagined her father saying to her.
And he'd be wrong. In her case, I wasn't only after one thing. I was after everything. I wanted her. I wanted all of her. Love at first sight, I was already in love with her.
Of course, the dialogue that I imagined her father having with her over me was the same dialogue that I had with my own daughters. His thumbnail assessment of me would have been correct, only, I wanted more than just sex from her. I wanted everything. I wanted the stars and the moon. Until death do us part, I wanted to marry her and love her forever.
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Nonetheless, sex screamed through my mind. Yes, of course, I wanted to fuck her. Yes, of course, I want to do dirty, nasty, and unspeakable things to her shapely body and to her beautiful mouth. Yes, without doubt, I wanted her in the way that I had never wanted another woman before.
All of this went through my mind in the first few seconds of meeting her. Never have I been so instantly taken with a woman. Never have I seen a woman so beautiful, so shapely, and so sexy. Never have I wanted any woman as much as I wanted her.
When I looked at her, she made me feel so sensuously soft and fuzzy, warm inside. She made me feel like the feeling I get from my first bite of rich, dark chocolate, or from that first kiss after a romantic evening, or when seeing someone as enchanting as was she. The thought of making forbidden love to her was a deliciously, decadent thought that I enjoyed savoring for as long as I could because I knew that it would never happen. I knew that she would never be interested in a man like me, a man who was twice her age.
Normally, someone like her would make me feel old and foolish. Yet, the moment that I saw her, she made me forget my past, forget my age, and yearn for a future with her in it. If only I was rich, I'd make her mine by tempting her with my wealth and money. If only I was younger, I'd entice her with my good looks and hard body. If only I was powerful and influential, maybe, she'd want me then.
If only she was mine for one night, I'd cherish the memory of her for when I'm older. If nothing more than a sexual fantasy, I imagined taking her in my arms and kissing her. I imagined parting her red, full lips with my tongue and French kissing her. I imagined touching and feeling her everywhere through her clothes while making out with her.
If that wasn't enough to sexually fantasize over, I imagined slowly stripping her naked before mounting her and making love to her. I imagined fucking her fast enough and hard enough to give her a sexual orgasm with my cock. No longer of a mind and body to entertain such sexual thoughts of a wild and crazy fantasy of having an intimate, sexual relationship with her, at least, I'd have the memory of her. At least, I would know what it would have been like to be with her that one time.
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With a complexion so fair and so healthy, she looked brand new. I bet she smelled new, too. I saw her in the way that I'd see my new, shiny car for the first time. She's a real beauty with great lines.
May I touch her? May I take her for a spin? How fast will she go? With her natural curves, what will she do in the corners? She has that new woman smell. I can't wait to take her for a long drive to the beach, to the mountains, and to go parking at some romantic spot overlooking the ocean.
With her beautiful, red hair so shiny and her big, green eyes so bright, the contrast of the two made her look catlike in appearance. Red hair with green eyes tore through my horny mind, as if a laser to my love-sick heart. Without her even realizing it, she moved with the sexuality of a woman who knows that she has a hot body, but that doesn't need to show it.
With her so incredibly beautiful, she has no reason to prove anything to the world. She had class. With that, I knew she was modest and private, and I liked that about her. It's funny the things that I imagined, when reading into a woman and finding out later how right or how wrong I was in my instant, thumbnail assessment of her.
As if we were lifelong friends, we connected immediately. I felt that I already knew her. Much in the way of watching a favorite movie over and again, every time I looked at her, I noticed something else about her that I had missed before, something that made me want her even more. Her natural beauty stole my conscious thought and it was not until I walked beside her for some distance that I noticed that she was quite tall, at least 5'9'. Difficult not to notice, she had quite the figure beneath her tight fitting dress.
I had to pry my horny eyes and forcibly turn my sexually frustrated head away from her, so that I wouldn't be caught staring at her beauty. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable in my presence. I didn't want her to think me rude, lewd, or just another horny, old man lusting over her outside appearance without taking the time to learn more about her and who she is inside.
Instead, I decided to play it cool, so that she'd enjoy our time together, remain in my company longer, and hopefully, walk with me a bit more. I hoped she'd continue walking with me and talking to me, at least, until we were standing at the end of the earth together. My ulterior motives worked because she walked with me the entire time that I was with her at the dog park.
I so wanted to endear myself to her, but I had so little time to do that. My imagined hope, her time with me almost felt like a mini date and I imagined that we were a couple taking a stroll together, after having a sumptuous meal, and before heading off to bed to have wild sex. That warm thought, and with her by my side, lifted my spirit. She made me feel young and vital, again, something I thought would never happen to me again, after my divorce.
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In this world of people, those who take little pride in their appearance, she was a shining star. Without doubt, being genetically perfect and looking like the woman that every man could lust over, love, and live with for the rest of their lives, she already had a head start. Still, so many women even don't put a brush through their hair or some gloss on their lips, when heading off to the dog park with their dogs. Embarrassed to say, but true, some dogs look better than their female owners.
Do they feel that because they're in a relationship that they no longer have to look appealing anymore? Do they feel that just because they're walking the trail in a dog park that no one will see them? Or do they just not care anymore and have given up on themselves? They're not the women I want. I want a woman who looks like Maureen. I want Maureen.
There she was at the dog park wearing a smart, short, low-cut dress that she could have worn to a restaurant. Her hair, clean and neatly tied back, displayed a feminine hairclip. With her long, red hair pulled back like that, the effect highlighted her cheek bones, and gave her an elegant look.
She wore makeup, a rarity to see women wearing makeup at the dog park, the mall, or the supermarket these days. Women are so casual, too casual in their appearances with blue jeans, wrinkled t-shirt or sweatshirt, and dirty, white sneakers being the uniform of the day. She was stunning. When compared to the other women at the dog park, she looked like a Goddess that had magically appeared on Earth just for me, I imagined, and I hoped. Something I'll never forget for as long as I live, that was the first time that I met Maureen.
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Over the next few months, I saw her occasionally and, always, she looked as beautiful as she did the first time I met her. I tried planning my days accordingly, being at the park the same time that I saw her there last. Hoping to catch her again and always, so as not to embarrass myself or have her think me a stalker, I tried to make our chance meetings appear unintentionally accidental.
