You can never trust the forecast for mid-May weather in New England. It was actually pleasantly warm. The trees showed signs of new life. Taking a deep breath you could smell spring. What was the line from Tennyson? 'In the spring, a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love'. Chauvinistic, today! What about a young woman's fancy?
I was working on a project in a small college town. Walking back to the inn after dinner, I approached a group of young people milling in front of a tavern, chattering loudly about this prof or that class, everyone talking at once. No "fancy" thoughts here!
When I arrived at my room, I decided to finish some work on the business plan that had been formulated during that day. Meetings tend to keep me on the road several days a month and a change from city life was welcomed. The room was warm and the windows were open to catch whatever breeze there was. I moved to the window and below me in the alleyway I saw two people. The lights in my room remained off. If they were playing their game in the alley, I could play voyeur.
The girl's tee was hiked up to her armpits and her perky breasts were exposed. He was licking her nipples and working a hand down into her pants. I began to feel tightness in mine. Ah....Spring!
The phone rang...saved by the bell, I think.
"Hello."
"Bill, it's Harry Tighue. Is it OK with you if we move tomorrow's meeting to 8:30 instead of 9:30. I've got another meeting I'd like to schedule for 11:00."
"No problem, Harry. I'll see you then."
"Fine, I really appreciate it. Good night then."
The bell had saved me. There was another hour or two of work to finish before the meeting. Harry's company was planning an expansion into New York and I was consulting on their building requirements. I reached for my notebook computer and realized there wasn't an Internet connection in the room. I should have known; the switchboard at the front desk probably had antique value. I phoned the desk and was informed that the college library was my only option. The clerk gave me directions.
Ten minutes later, I was set up in a study cubicle deep in the stacks. The jacket came off, tie loosened and after about an hour my back had ladder marks in it from the wooden chair. I was flexing my shoulders and stretching my neck when I saw her in the aisle. She was reaching up to a shelf grappling with a book and her twin peaks were easily outlined through her light sweater. Her skirt was no more than an inch shy of her buttocks. It looked like two puppies romping under a blanket.
I won't even describe what my cock thought about this except to say that he was very impressed under the elastic of my shorts!
Then she looked at me. A slight smile at the corners of her mouth....the kind she might give to her father? I attempted to smile back...it was more like a grimace. Then she turned and left the stacks.
Ten minutes later I left the library and entered the parking lot. There she was, bent over a fender, checking something under the hood. I don't think I had ever seen a chassis built
like this one and I'm not talking about the car. Her skirt dipped into a deep valley separating two tantalizing mounds.
I approached her and asked if I could help....I knew where the battery was and the carburetor and the hoses. It had to be one of those that was the problem...right?
"Oh, hi," she said. "The car was just serviced last week before I left home. I don't know what the problem is."
"Let me take a look. I'm pretty good with cars. By the way, my name's Bill. What's yours."
"Mine's Mercy," she said. "Do you live around here?"
I explained to her what I was doing in town and after fumbling under the hood for a few minutes, I told her this wasn't going to get fixed tonight.
"If you like, I can give you a lift home and you can call a garage in the morning." What an ass...like she was really going to get in a car with a tall, dark, handsome stranger, well, actually medium height, graying at the temples and even though I worked out, I did look my age...41, OK 47.
"Uhmmmm, sure, why not, if I'm not going to hold you up."
Was she naïve or just too far removed from security warnings, alarms, and double door locks?
On the way to her apartment, upperclassmen can live off campus, she told me she was a senior, 21years old. She was a history major with an art minor. Her concentration was on the Roman Empire and the Greek Hellenic periods. She chatted on about her field of study. I was impressed.
I liked her, a lot. She had some good stuff between her ears....in addition to everything else stuffed here and there. OK, so I was getting a little giddy, but I was being very fatherly in attitude toward her.
I turned left as instructed and she told me to pull over about twenty yards up the street.
" I really appreciate the lift. It would have taken me a half hour to walk,"
"Oh, no problem," I said. "Always willing to help a damsel in distress. Little corny, huh."
"No, I think it's really sweet. Hey, would you like to come up for a drink...a beer or something harder?"
"OK, something harder would be fine." Behave you...we're not discussing you...stay nice and loose and curled up where you belong!
Once inside, she told me that her "roomie" had left early for a long weekend. She was visiting her boyfriend at another college. She fixed the drinks and we sat facing each other in two ratty looking, overstuffed chairs. She told me about her family, her very strict upbringing; her father was a minister in a small town. She talked about her boyfriend, her high school years...the things she did. We laughed and laughed, a giddy high....me right along with her. I told her about my family, my wife had died several years ago, my son, an Air Force flier, my engaged, professional daughter, my work in industrial real estate.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her breasts were beautiful, her legs were...this was not humorous any more. I looked uncomfortable and she could see it. Where were the fatherly thoughts? Time to get back on track! Time to go...that was the right answer.
Don't make yourself look like an idiot....it's been a fun evening for a nice middle-aged man....go, go, go, go.
