"He is such a shit!" Nicole fumed over her ex-boyfriend's latest shenanigans. "I don't know why I ever dated that asshole," she thought. "There is only one way to get rid of my frustration. Well, okay, there are actually two, but since I'm alone a run will have to do."
Nicole took a quick look in the mirror. Her tight black running shorts hugged the curve of her ass, while her sports top showed a hint of cleavage but left her midriff exposed. Running her hand across her smooth, tanned stomach she thought, "Those crunches were worth it! At 35, you definitely don't look like a mother of two."
Jacob was mindlessly surfing Facebook, avoiding working on his thesis. "The life of a graduate school student; three months of boredom culminating in one exam week of pure panic" he thought. Luckily, he was right in the middle of the sheer boredom part.
Nicole grabbed a quick shower, pulled on a thin t-shirt and sat at her desk to cool off. She had enjoyed a long run that left her exhausted and exhilarated. As the air conditioning cooled her down, she felt her nipples poking prominently through her t-shirt.
After checking her email, she logged on to Facebook to see what was happening with her friends and family. Nicole shook her head. "What the hell am i doing?" she thought. "I'm can't believe I am sitting inside on a beautiful summer day pining away for some guy that treated me like an afterthought. No more. I am done with men that do not respect or value me."
Nicole laughed out loud, "I'm going nuts. I sound like one of those pathetic women on Doctor Phil. What I really need is a man - a real man!"
Jacob was scrolling through his news feed. "Do people really think anyone cares about this crap? I do not care what you had for dinner, I am not joining your mafia, and you had better stop poking me! That's just stupid."
"What is this?" Just as Jacob was about to logout something caught his eye. "That's an interesting post," Jacob thought. "Very interesting."
"I need a REAL man; not a boy pretending to be a man; not a man that starts out acting one way, then turns out to be something entirely different; and not a man that thinks money equals class. BTW, a little unselfishness in bed wouldn't hurt, either. Submit your application to my in-box if you are a REAL man!"
Jacob clicked on Nicole's post. He was greeted with a profile picture of a petite blonde with a dark tan, spectacular body and million-watt smile. "Whoa, who is this woman? She is spectacular."
Jacob opened up a new message window. "I saw your post. Can you tell me how you define 'real man?' I know, but do you?" While waiting on a response Jacob clicked on Nicole's "photos" tab. Perusing her albums he was struck by her beauty and, more importantly, the personality that came though each picture. She was obviously bright, engaging and sexy as hell.
"Well, Johnny, let's see what contestant number one has to offer," Nicole laughed at her corny joke as she opened Jacob's response. "Hmmm, it seems that Mr. Jacob is teasing me. I do like to be teased," she mused. Nicole wrote, "So tell me then."
"Well, it's pretty simple," wrote Jacob. "A real man tells the truth - always. He fights his way to the bar for his girl's drink, so she doesn't have to. And, he brings her flowers on all special occasions and on many of the not so special. Most of all, he remembers everything about her, every minute detail, because he is that into her."
"Whew," Nicole thought. "I like this guy."
They continued to converse through out the day. Jacob told her about school, sports and his girlfriend. Nicole countered by telling him about her ex-boyfriend and her children. They chatted easily, like old friends.
Nicole looked at her watch "How did three hours pass so quickly?"
"Jacob, I have to go to work. I am on the overnight shift at the hospital." Nicole started changing into her green scrubs while she waited on Jacob's reply. Without realizing it, Nicole put on her favorite black lace bra and tanga lace panties.
Jacob's heart sank until he read, "Let me get settled into work then I will send you a message. It is supposed to be slow tonight."
Soon, they were chatting again. Nicole was alone in the radiology department, while Jacob was sprawled across his bed. The time flew by, soon it was 5:00 am and they had been chatting all night.
As they chatted, Jacob continued to browse Nicole's pictures. Each picture was more exciting than the next. She had smooth, brown skin, a nice ass wonderfully displayed in a pair of tight jeans, and long, supple legs. His favorite picture showed her in a tight black dress that revealed just enough skin to attract the eye and excite the imagination. Without thinking, Jacob began to gently massage his stiffening cock.
He finally decided to take a chance - to see what would happen if he pushed the boundaries of the conversation. "Nicole, I love this picture of you in the black dress. It shows just enough cleavage and a hint of those sexy legs. Too bad it's a bit blurry. P.S. I would love to know what's under that dress!"
Nicole blushed. "I am glad you like it. I felt really sexy in that dress. That was a good night - a very, very good night! P.S. What's underneath would drive you crazy!"
