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.
Ruth
He confesses his desires
I had been divorced for over a year and having been badly burnt I had thought I was never ever going to get involved with a woman again. I was a good cook. Better than my ex in fact. Keep my new apartment clean. Work gave me the social outlet that I needed. Working out took care of my body. A hand job took care of the urge for sex. There was no need to get involved with a woman ever again. I was set, I thought.
My co-workers and I would stop for a quick drink on Friday nights to start the weekend. It was a small bar just around the corner from the office. It was customary to invite the whole office to join in our little celebration. Most of folks declined so it was normally about eight or ten that would stop. On occasion some of the others would join so it was kind of a mixed bag having a drink on our Friday night get-together. We made it a point to invite any newcomers to the office. Our attempts at bonding, team building, new blood and all that stuff.
I was, at the time this took place, fifty years old and probably the oldest person in the group. Ruth was the new worker bee that joined us one Friday night. She was maybe in her mid-forties, cute, slim, tall, short dark brown hair and a smile that would light up any room. She fit into the regular group with ease and joined us almost every Friday night. Normally the conversation flowed all around the group. One minute talking to the left and the next minute talking to the right or across the table. It took maybe two months before it seemed that she and I would spend more time talking between us. Ruth was not only good looking she was also witty and intelligent. She could talk on many subjects and was eager to learn about things she didn't know.
I guess I was becoming infatuated with her. When she invited me to lunch one day I quickly accepted. We made plans to meet at a nearby restaurant and enjoyed a great lunch and then took a walk along the shore of the river that runs through town. I really had a good time. Maybe not all women were bitches. After we parted I started to remember the good times my ex and I had, especially the sex parts.
That night as I stroked my cock, Ruth was in my head. The next week at work was difficult. I would see her across the room or walking by my work station. She was always smiling and joking with the other staff. But, nothing else happened for almost two months. The normal Friday nights took place, we would talk some, but that seemed to be it. I figured that I must have said something or did something that offended Ruth. She still seemed to be willing to talk to me but it wasn't the same. I began to think that she had felt the sexual vibe and she wasn't interested in that. Also during any conversation at the Friday night drinks she never responded when the group talks even drifted toward sex.
Unfortunately she was in my head. I could picture her and me in bed. Not every night, I was fifty, so it wasn't a nightly thing to get horny and jerk off. But two or three times a week I would find my hard cock in my hand and Ruth in my head. I had realized that she was not interested in me that way and was okay with it. She was still good to jerk off over, she did have that great face and smile on top of a wonderful body.
Then it took a turn I didn't expect. One night as I was watching football my computer beeped that I had incoming mail. What ever happened to "YOU'VE GOT MAIL? I was really surprised that it was from Ruth and she was wondering if we could get together for lunch again. I didn't answer, I needed to think. Being after ten on a Friday night I felt that it could be ignored until morning. The game was over about midnight and I hadn't come up with what I wanted to do, so I went to bed, and played with myself until I shot a load all over my stomach. Then I had to get up and showered so it was after one before I dropped off to sleep and dream about Ruth.
But I came to a decision in the morning. Around ten in the morning I sent her a message, thanking her for thinking of me, but that maybe it wasn't a good idea to have lunch. Thirty minutes later she responded and asked what she had done to me and whatever it was she was sorry. Would I please tell her what the problem was? She thought we were friends and could we talk about it?
I wrote back that yes we were friends and I would like to remain friends. Just that getting together for lunch wasn't a good idea. Of course that resulted in another message asking why?
Oh crap, now what? Do I ignore her question? No way can I tell her that I'm fantasying about her. If I did that she would be real upset. She had never given me any sign that she was interested in me that way. So I answered back that it just wasn't a good idea and I'll see you at work Monday.
In a minute she was back,
"I expect a better answer than 'not a good idea' William. What did I do to you? Why are you upset with me?"
So I told her that it wasn't her. I have a problem and need to figure it out.
She answered back that,
