Hi, A word of caution. If you are looking for blow by blow descriptions of sex it might be best to go to other author's stories. I like to think that the mind is our greatest sex organ. So I try to leave out the graphic details then you can use a little imagination.
Paula
My wife had passed away over a year ago when an old friend sent me a message asking if I was interested in having lunch with her one day. We had been friends for many years but after her divorce we had drifted apart. As a result I had no contact with either of them for several years. Paula was the most straight laced person I had ever met. The kind of person that wouldn't use a bad word even if it was called for or her life depended on it. I was bored and this sounded like a great chance to get out of the house if only for a few hours. Paula was a kind, caring person, would do almost anything for a friend. Maybe even a stranger. Oh yes...also very easy to look at. Tall, maybe close to six feet, slim with small breasts, a narrow waist finished with a great butt and long legs.
We meet for a late lunch on a hot Wednesday afternoon. It was great. I enjoyed myself. We caught up on what had been going on the past few years. Paula seemed to have no hard feelings against her ex. Talked about kids and grandkids and great grand kids. Yes we both are getting up in years. Lunch was great and after it was over she suggested a walk along the lake.
Then a thunder storm popped up and we were caught several blocks from our cars or any shelter. Paula was wearing a t-shirt and with the rain it stuck to her chest and she wasn't wearing a bra. The result was a show that was hard to ignore. When she noticed me staring a bit too much she realized what was happening. To say she was embarrassed would be an understatement. She turned red, could only stammer and mutter. When she finally got herself back under control "My goodness Mike I'm so ashamed of myself. What must you think? I forgot that I wasn't...you know. Can we please go back to our cars? I need to go home." So we rushed through the storm to the vehicles. I made sure she was safely in car and just stood there watching as she drove away. I was already totally soaked so another minute didn't make any difference.
I didn't know what to do. Lunch had been good. I enjoyed her company. And the show had kindled feelings that had fallen away over the past year. So I did nothing. The next day I received a message from Paula telling me she had enjoyed our lunch and asking if maybe we could do it again someday. I quickly answered her back and saying I would love to and told her I was going to be gone for about a month on a trip. Would she mind if I let her know when I was home again and we could set up another lunch?
That evening I was working on the computer when a vision of Paula and her tight t-shirt entered my head. The next thing I knew I was looking at porn on the internet. That created tightness in my jeans. So I had to remove them. Then my boxers were in the way. I finished with a mess all over my chest and in the short hairs.
For the next week I was obsessed with what I found. I was afraid I would get calluses on my hand or blisters on a very sensitive place. Watching videos and reading stories from morning to bed time often times I was picturing Paula in them. Thank the stars I had to stop for the trip I had already paid for or I might have canceled it. In the end I was happy I did the trip. It broke my habit and I may have been back to normal when I returned home.
I had been home for less than a day and was shopping for groceries when I saw a young woman, tall, braless and wearing a tight t-shirt and her nipples poking out. It all came back in a rush. That night I was back surfing the porn sites.
