I met Laura on Craig's List. She responded to an ad I posted looking for, "a curvy woman older than me interested in a casual, but committed, friends-with-benefits relationship" yadda yadda yadda. I was 25 at the time, starting my second semester of graduate school and living in a tiny studio apartment after breaking up with my long-term girlfriend the previous summer. I had a flexible work and school schedule and was looking for someone with daytime flexibility for meetings, which worked well with Laura's schedule.
Laura was married, but very unhappy in her relationship, she explained. She was 37 with two kids, but she and her husband had grown apart during their marriage which really exposed itself after a multi-year health issue took sex off the table for Laura; even though she was more than a year in recovery, her husband was not interested in her sexually. She worked downtown, but lived in the suburbs, and she liked that my place was close to her office for midday encounters.
We spent nearly two weeks emailing each other, multiple times a day, sometimes multiple times an hour, discussing everything we could think about, both platonic and sexual, before we made a plan to meet. In one of my emails, I mentioned wanting to see the new rotating exhibit at the city's art museum, and she bought tickets for us through her membership. We agreed to meet at 11:30am on Saturday after she put in a couple hours at the office, and I was standing at our agreed-upon meeting spot at 11:27 when I saw her crossing the street towards me.
It was early January, and not particularly warm outside, so after a quick introductory hug, we proceeded inside. We fell into easy conversation immediately, like we were two old friends reconnecting. We worked through the coat check line, and through the official entrance where Laura presented our tickets without our conversation stalling for one moment. I started to steal quick glances at her body - especially her breasts - while we started to walk through the main gallery.
Laura mentioned, more than once, that I may not find her physically attractive given her size, even though my ad was specifically targeting curvy women. I understood that to mean her health issues had caused her to gain weight, but she had this pixie hipster vibe that was popular at the time, and I found her irresistible.
She had wavy, slightly longer than shoulder length red hair that was so deep and rich I had to confirm with her later that she dyed it darker than her natural color. Her makeup was done immaculately with cat-like eyeliner and bright red lips with 50s style glasses that were black-and-white checkerboard on the outside, but almost lime green on the inside. Her Chuck Taylor's told me she would be comfortable standing next to me at a punk rock show, while her more designer jeans and lavender sweater are what I expected a downtown lawyer to wear into the office on a Saturday. She was only 5'6" tall, and given the massive size of her breasts, I was able to peak down into her cleavage throughout our journey.
I felt nervous being in public in Laura -- what if she knew someone here? -- so we maintained a close distance, but didn't hold hands or do anything outwardly, although I was aching to touch her. I would steal a heavy breath of her perfume when I could, and brush my body against hers deliberately as others pressed in close in busy rooms. I wanted to touch her so badly, and I was forced to conceal my large erection throughout our hour-long stroll through the museum.
Our conversation never broke, and I found myself more and more attracted to her personality as much as her body. Finally we got to the special exhibit which required us, in part, to walk through a maze in relative darkness. The second we entered the darkened room, I reached out and slid my arm around Laura's waist as we were standing next to each other and she reached out with her far hand to grasp my arm tightly.
She leaned in closer to my embrace and whispered in my ear, "I've been dying for you to touch me,"
To which I replied, "me too" and reached over to kiss the top of her forehead. We continued on our journey with our hands locked together, her body pressed up close to mine. As we turned a corner, I realized we were completely alone in this section, and leaned down to press my lips against hers for our first kiss. It was quick with just a light touching of tongues, but it was very passionate and left me wanting more of her. As we emerged from the exhibit still holding hands closely, she whispered into my ear, " Do you want to get out of here?" and I couldn't drag her to the entrance fast enough.
We got into the first cab at the taxi stand for the short ride across downtown to my apartment, basically sitting in each other's laps with our hands locked together through the whole car ride. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but had to wait the excruciatingly short drive to my place. Laura paid the meter without even looking to me and we walked into my building together hand-in-hand.
