I had no idea that turning forty would be like this.
I was pretty depressed for a while; the old familiar tune, feeling like I hadn't done a whole lot with my life, feeling that urge to live!
My wife, of course, didn't understand. She's a wonderful woman, but the idea of her husband having a mid-life crisis didn't exactly thrill her.
I learned my lesson after the first fight, and kept my mouth shut and did my best to pretend everything was fine.
Sure, you could call me a coward. And maybe I am.
Work was good; I was doing a great job, moving up, and was a valued member of the company.
Our receptionist is a young woman, 23, blonde, amazing beautiful. Tall, leggy, busty, and fun. Always with a smile, and loves to flirt. Which is good, since I'm notorious for flirting.
One day, walking in, I noticed the smile on her face wasn't the same. She looked pained. I walked by, and said, "Everything okay?"
She looked up, and the smile got wider, but I knew it wasn't genuine.
"I'm okay, Dave. Thanks, though."
"You sure?"
The smile finally disappeared and she sighed. "My boyfriend dumped me. Dumped me!"
I shook my head. Unbelievable. The guy was this jock type, a boy with a man's body. I saw the way he acted, like he was bored with her.
"Oh, damn, Sophie. I am so sorry."
She just shrugged. "Boys. I am so sick of boys!"
I smiled and winked at her. "You need a man, I think."
She smiled; one of those smiles that were so intoxicating to me. "You are so right. You want the job?"
I laughed, and walked to my desk.
I didn't think much about it, just our flirting ways. The day went by quick, and I found myself finding excuses to go by the front desk. And I noticed Sophie finding reasons to come by my desk.
Curiouser and curiouser, as a famous blonde once remarked.
Quitting time and the weekend. My weekend was going to be fairly uneventful; the wife was out of town, so jacking it to internet porn seemed to be on the horizon.
I walked by the front desk, and smiled at Sophie.
"Have a good weekend, and don't worry. A woman as awesome as you deserves the best."
"Dave, wait. Happy hour at the restaurant next door sound good to you?"
I tried to think of reasons why it would be a bad idea. That amazing face with those big doe eyes.
"Yes. That sounds like an amazing idea."
Sophie smiled big and wide and we walked out the door.
Several drinks in.
She was such a charmer, laughing at my jokes.
A couple times, her hand brushed against my leg; and it would linger longer and longer.
I didn't think much of it. I was an old man, you know?
I'm not a bad looking guy; I'm tall, big, maybe a little paunchy, but I could never be mistaken for a woman.
Burly, I guess is the word. I shave my head, since my hair started to thin a few years ago.
But there was this incredibly beautiful woman, looking at me, smiling, laughing at my jokes and making me feel like the only man in the room.
I know it had been several years since I dated, so I guess my game was off.
She looked at me for several moments while I was drinking my scotch. I stopped and looked at her.
"What?"
"You..are very handsome."
That surprised me. I was able to play off it, with a "Oh, sure, I think I may be the only guy at the table, though."
She shook her head. "No joke, I've always thought that. But your eyes..they look amazing. I've never noticed them before now."
That hand again. On my knee. Her gaze at me. What was happening?
I scooted my chair a little closer. Her hand went UP. Across my thigh, with a devilish gleam in her eye.
Something definitely began to stir. I was getting very aroused, and she knew it. Her hand went further up my thigh, and her eyes widened as she felt the bulge in my pants.
I'm no porn star, but I have it where it counts.
She leaned in to me. "Let's go. It's a little crowded here."
I quickly paid the bill, and by the time we were walking out of the bar, my bulge had subsided, which was good, since twill slacks really don't help supressing a major erection.
We walked to our cars, and she moved in close to me.
I grabbed her and pressed my lips to hers.
