It was as if it was a dream, a fantasy. Not a real experience. When and if I choose to tell this story, many don't believe it, but it's true, all of it.....
I was packing to move in a couple weeks. A new city, a new life. I couldn't wait to get started. The only thing I'd miss was my friends, but I was only moving 3 hours away. I wasn't too worried about a weekend commute once in a while. That night, I was expecting an old friend. Male, yes. But friends only. We had spent a lot of nights just hanging out, watching movies and exchanging experiences. His small business was picking up for the summer and I knew this was the last chance in a very long time I'd get to see him. So I made sure I did myself up a little bit, made him a real nice spaghetti dinner and was expecting him to arrive shortly after 6 p.m.
I was alone that day, kids were gone for the next week or so, spending the last few moments with their dad. And I was rather enjoying the time alone myself; the freedom to do what I want. I was rather wrapped up in that "freedom" getting ready for Tom to arrive when I got a knock at the door around 5 p.m. I knew it wasn't Tom but in my neighborhood there always things going on, so I answered. When I opened the door, standing in front of me was this tall, young, gorgeous piece of eye candy. He took my breath away, actually. He was probably the best looking guy I'd ever seen in person. Twenty-five at most, six-foot five, with beautiful green eyes. I was trying not to stare as he asked me about someone who used to live in my apartment before me. I came out onto the balcony with him, so he wouldn't see all my packing mess. And I explained to him I had never heard of this person before and how I'd lived there almost a year myself.
He explained that he'd be out of town for quite some time and apologized. Then he began to make some minor small talk with me that at the time didn't make much sense, but I played along. I wanted to draw out every moment I could with him, he was beautiful. He eventually left and I watched him walk away until I couldn't see him any longer. Whew, the thoughts I had running through my head! But what would he want with a 37 year old divorced mother of four?
At 6 p.m. precisely I got the call that Tom wasn't coming for dinner. I was a little disappointed but I understood how busy he'd gotten fairly quickly. So I decided to eat alone and spend the rest of my night getting more packing done. I changed into a nightgown, threw my hair up in a pony tail and got to work.
Two hours later I got another knock at my door. I was elated! Tom must've found some time and decided to stop by anyway. I didn't even bother asking who it was and got the shock of my life when I saw Him standing there.....again!
There was an awkward silence at the door. I didn't speak a word. Neither did the eye-candy. I was completely confused why he came back but at the same time already a wet, hot mess thinking about what was about to happen. I didn't utter one word when I stepped aside and let this total stranger into my house. I had totally forgotten that I was in a nightgown and not my sexiest I might add until I caught him stealing glances at the few inches of cleavage it allowed. I had never had an experience like this and I had no clue what to do but I knew where to do it and I wasn't going to be wasting time fiddling with small talk, he was already in the house....let's get to it!
