Note: Before I get into this true story, let me describe myself so you can get the full picture. I'm 44, 5'7", a solid 132 pounds, long, thick black hair past my shoulders ,have been told that I have great legs and hips ,a really cute ass, firm 34D's with nipples that become pencil erasers, and a regularly trimmed bush that's really thick .I always feel sexy and try to dress appealing at all times, and usually wear heels, but not any higher than 2-2/12". Most of the time I dress in tight jeans and heels.
It was just before 11 and I was standing in line at the Post Office. In front of me was a somewhat good looking man in the late 50's I guessed. He was average height, a little salt & pepper hair with strong facial features and a good body. I wasn't really paying any attention when he turned towards me, leaned into me and whispered in my ear,
"You've made my day. You are really beautiful."
I wasn't prepared for any comment, so I stammered,
"Why thank you. Aren't you sweet?" I thought nothing more of it. He went up to the clerk on the right, and I went up to the clerk in the middle. As I was conducting my business, I couldn't help but notice the man was staring at me very intently. I thought
what did I do wrong? Is there something wrong with my clothes?
I was wearing a black V-neck tank top tucked into my jeans and a small pair of black semi-heels. I sort of looked myself over, checked everything while he was paying attention to what the clerk was saying to him and noted there was nothing wrong that I could tell. I finished my business left and got into my car. I was backing up and checking the rear view mirror and noticed the same man heading to his car, and he waved to me. I smiled, started to pull away and had a strange thought '
He looked like a really nice man, a little sexy and I needed some new friends',
so I backed up, pulled back into the space that was right next to his car. Brazenly, and completely out of character for me, I lowered the passenger side window, leaned over and said,
"Excuse me? Could I talk to you for a minute?"
He was a little surprised to say the least. He stammered,
"Sure, what can I do for you?"
"Well, no one has told me that for a long time and I just wanted you to know that I really appreciated the comment."
He leaned into the car window and said, " Would you like to have cup of coffee with me?"
"Now?" I asked.
"Right now, across the street at the Dunkin Donuts." He said
I had to give this shock a little time to register and said, "Just coffee?"
My mind was racing,'
what am I going to do now?'
Well, I reasoned it's only a cup of coffee and he seems really nice, and besides he's pretty good looking.
I very hesitantly said,
"OK, I'll meet you there."
I was already seated at one of the small tables when he walked in. Now I had a chance to really look him over. He was about 5'8", in pretty good physical shape, a little dark ruddy complexion and had a T shirt on that sort of clung to him a little, a pair of light colored jeans, and deck shoes. Up close and personal I guessed him to be about 51 or 52, but he had a killer smile.
As he stood before me, I extended my hand and said,
"Hi, I'm Lisa"
He reached out his hand to shake mine and I noticed his hands with long fingers, well manicured nails, very hairy forearms and they were very soft as I shook hands with him.
"I'm Mike and you really are quite beautiful."
"Thanks again for the compliment, please sit down."
I was dumbfounded as to what to say next. I guess he was too. We both began to speak at the same time and laughed. I shut up.
"What did you want to talk about Lisa?" he queried.
I didn't know but I knew I was in trouble. I blurted out,
"Well, I need someone to talk to about my frustrations."
The look on his face was priceless. It was a combination of surprise, fear, anticipation and total attention. While I was gathering my thoughts to answer, he said,
"Wait a sec, would you like that cup of coffee now?"
Relieved, I said, "Oh that would be great."
While he was standing at the counter being waited on, my mind was in full gear. I thought, what the hell, why not? This total stranger could become a friend or I'll never see him again so I'll be honest with him and tell him of the situation with my husband, and my stepdaughter. The arguments we were having were getting out of hand. When he came back to the table with two cups of coffee, he said
"Why hasn't anyone told you that you're beautiful? "as he set the two cups down and a handful of creamers, sugar and the little blue paks.
I replied "Well, that's some of my frustrations that I wanted to talk about."
"Lisa, are you sure you want to talk to me about your personal life."
I really didn't hesitate in saying to him, "You'll either be a friend or we'll never see each other again, and that's OK, if it's OK with you."
"OK, shoot." He said.
Well, for the next 20 minutes I was talking non stop. He laughed at some of my comments and also was very serious about some of them. We just talked about stuff. I learned he was married, retired military, older than I had thought, actually 57, lived with just his wife who was working, and was also looking for new friends. We weren't sure how my husband, away for the week, or his wife would react to 'new friends'. The time was racing by. I said,
"Mike, would you like to come back to my house and continue this discussion now that we've become friends?"
"Are you sure?" he questioned. "I don't want to be shot by a jealous husband as the saying goes."
"Yes, it's OK, my husband is out of town for the rest of the week, and my stepdaughter won't be home until this evening. She's in college here, and has classes until 5 and then it takes her 20 minutes to get home. She and I are very close, it's her father that's the problem, my husband."
So, off we went to my house which was just around the corner. We walked in the side door into my kitchen and I told him to sit down at the kitchen table. I went to the fridge to get some cold sodas. I dropped one of the cans. I was so nervous my hands were shaking. I set them down in front of him, and sat down in the chair next to his right. As he popped the cans, the second one that I had dropped exploded all over me. My top and jeans were soaked.
"Oh God Lisa, I'm so sorry." he stammered.
"It's OK, I'll just go and change. Don't worry about it." I exclaimed, thankful for a moment to collect my thoughts.
I got up and went through the living room to the bedroom. I kicked off my heels, dropped my jeans, peeled off my wet panties and top and went to my dresser. I grabbed another Tee and a pair of white shorts. My hands were still shaking.
I didn't want to leave him alone so I hastily pulled up my shorts, tucked the shirt in when I realized I hadn't put on a clean dry pair of panties. I thought, '
so wha't,
put my heels back on and went back to the kitchen. As I walked in, he stood up and his mouth dropped.
I said, "What's wrong?"
"Absolutely nothing. You are one beautiful woman." As he came within inches of me I started to thank him and he interrupted me and said,
"Could I kiss you just once?"
'
Oh shit, now what do I do
?' I thought, '
screw it, I can't remember when I got my last kiss
' , so I placed my hands on the sides of his face and pulled him to my lips. Holy shit!
Although it was brief, I haven't had a kiss that passionate in years. His lips were
soft and his tongue tried to snake in between my lips to find mine but I resisted and broke the kiss. I looked into his eyes, and said to myself, 'shit, why not?'
I eagerly molded into him and watching his eyes, put my arms around his neck as our bodies pressed together. I'm not sure who broke the kiss first, I don't think it was me, because I was loving it. As we broke from the kiss, he started to kiss my neck, my ears, and my throat and little shivers ran up my spine. I was also getting turned on I could tell as I got that 'itch' in my pussy. I backed away from him.
We stood there looking into each others eyes and I knew that I was going to be in big trouble with him. He put his hands on my shoulders and sort of walked me backwards into the couch in the living room and backed me into it. Neither of us spoke a word. As we stood there, he kissed me again and I devoured him. At the same time, I felt him undoing the button and zipper of my shorts and thought,