Once in a while, luck is on our side. Being at the right place, at the right time, in the right frame of mind and most of all recognizing and seizing the opportunity as it is set forth. Saying that, I wish to tell you of such an occurrence in my life that changed the way that I now look upon life.
I am a mid-forties male, divorced for about two years now, two kids living with the ex, in the house that I had just finished paying for about two years ago, and paying a thousand a month for this arrangement. For this, I get to see my kids every second weekend, a couple weeks in the summer and ever second X-mas. Well, that was the way it was suppose to be, but that certainly is not the way things had worked out. Often times I have gone to pick up the kids and they or their mother weren't anywhere to be found. Some how she simply forgot that it was my weekend, or my X-mas or whatever. I think that you get the drift. Enough about the history and on with the story.
It was my weekend to have the kids, a boy ten and a daughter six. I had arranged to pick them up at 7.00 PM on Friday night as I usually worked late in the office on Fridays, closing off the books and getting the orders out to the shop for their start on Monday. Everyone had left by the time I shut off the lights and locked up. I looked at my car in the parking lot, covered in snow, as I trudged out to warm it up and clear the snow from it.
I sat on the cold seats and inserted the key and turned it in the ignition. Click-Click-Click-Click-Click. Click-Click-Click-Click-Click.
"SHIT!" I screamed. No one heard me, there was no one around for maybe miles. 'Shit,' I thought. I could feel myself getting hot. I went back to the office and shut off the alarm and phoned the auto club for a boost. He said it would be about an hour or so, but the way my luck was running it turned out to be two and a half hours before the guy showed up. Within thirty five minutes I flipped the tow truck driver a ten spot and I was on my merry way.
As I drove up the driveway, that I had paved about two years ago, I noticed that the kids mother's car wasn't there. 'Shit,' I thought to myself as I trudged up the walk, 'Looks like the same old story.' As I past the front window I looked in and I froze in my boot prints. There was a young lady laying on the couch watching the television set. She looked like she was about mid twenties, jet black hair, longish, with sexy blue eyes and deep red lipstick. She was wearing a short, black leather skirt, which she had hiked above her hips, exposing her panties, which were also black, and the fact that she had her fingers working on her snatch. I watched as she rubbed her clit with her right hand and pinched her large nipples with her left. 'Hotdog,' I thought. I could feel my mood changing and also a stirring in my groin.
I silently made my way to the door. I checked under the front mat to see if the ex still hid a key there. Sure enough. Ever so quietly I unlocked the door and crept in. I didn't know where this was going, but I figured I would check things out at least. I made my way to the darken hallway and peered into the livingroom where this young lady was performing. I moved down the hall to get a better look at what she was up to. I could smell her perfume, Tabu is my guess and a distinct scent of hot pussy. My member was standing erect. 'I guess it has been awhile,' I thought to myself as the couch came into view. From where I was standing I could see her from the neck down. 'What the hell,' I thought. 'That's where the action is.'
By now she had pulled down her panties and was thrusting her fingers into herself at a rapid pace. With her other hand she was rubbing her clit just as fast. I watched as her fingers disappeared and re-appeared, covered with her wetness. I don't think I have ever seen such a sexy sight as this young woman pleasuring herself in such a manor. By now my erection was begging to be stroked and as I was just getting ready to unzip my trousers the roof came down.
"I think that you have seen all of my body, Mr. Wright." "How about showing me what you've got hiding in your pants," she said out load, giggling, but continuing with her task.
I looked up and our eyes met in a mirror that the ex had put up after I had moved out. 'Caught,' I thought as I walked out from the shadows.
"And just how long have you been watching me watch you?" I inquired.
