You're never going to believe this. Honestly. I can hardly believe it myself, it's why I absolutely HAVE to tell someone. I'm not normally like this. It's just so unbelievable. But so fucking fantastic. It's kind of like finding out you've won the sexual lottery. I'm rambling, I know, but when something like this happens to you, you'll understand why.
For the sake of our small town politics, for the duration of the story, I'll change my name to Wade, and the lady in mention is Julie. We both live in one of those small country towns that time forgot. Occasionally it startles itself out of bed with a shocking new arrival, and that sets the whole town alight.
My family and I were one such shock. We bought the local store and took over the usual businesses, the papers, the news agency, small foodstuffs. After about five years, however, my family moved back down into the city. I stayed behind, because I had landed a fantastic manager's job at one of the local resorts.
I was keeping a low profile, staying out of trouble because I didn't want to stuff up my new job, when I met a young girl from one of the neighbouring forgotten towns. We hit it off, but things didn't work out. I became convinced that it was because I was overweight, and that if I slimmed down, that she'd come back to me.
I started walking, and then jogging, and then running. I bought one of those weird, masochistic personal workout weight lifting and ab equipment monstrosities and started to work at it. I'd tried to lost weight before, but only because I thought I ought to, and always failed. Now I had a reason.
As it's only a small town, in order to go for an hour's run you basically need to cover the whole area. I run the back roads mostly, because I like to be on my own. I bought a simple and VERY loud MP3 player and I was completely content, for the most part.
One night, after about six months, I was taking it easy because I'd had a massive day and had already been for a quick run that morning. I was swapping through songs on my MP3, unable to come to a decision on what I wanted to listen to when a voice sang out from the dark buildings to my right.
"Ignoring me again, Wade?" I turned and pulled the earpiece out and cleared my throat, trying to peer into the darkness of the porches. There was a light chuckle and a bright light came on. A slim, blonde figure moved out into the light. "It's Julie. Julie Haughton."
"Oh, hey Jules. Sorry, I've got these things in my ears blaring away, I couldn't hear a thing." I moved over to the light and hear Van Morrison playing faintly in the background. I could smell delicious lamb and rosemary on the air, and my stomach growled. Jules laughed.
"How's the exercise coming?" I grimaced and shook my head.
"Not well. I think I got into it for the wrong reason, but now that the reason is gone it's like I feel stupid trying to get fit, you know? How's life in the Lolly Shop?" She shrugged, and my eyes drifted down to her chest for a second. She had on a warm woollen jumper in the cold winter air, but I could see the swell of her breasts showing clearly in the porch light.
I'd always thought she kept herself in amazing shape. Her hair had streaks of gray through it, but she'd still have trouble shaking most men out of her sheets. She had hit fifty and not lost a stride, but she had a body most eighteen year olds envied, and more than once she'd been perved on by the school boys on the bus.
You had to face it, any woman who could make a red and blue apron and a hair net look sexy was doing well, and to do that at fifty plus was pretty awesome. I cleared my throat again and tried to remember what she'd said. She was turned away and untying her oil-splattered apron.
"Funny how you always seem to be wearing aprons when I see you. Even in the store, I remember you always used to wear them." Jules tilted her head and the neck straps of the apron slid up the back of her head, loosing her blonde-gray hair out. She ran her hand up the back of her neck and massaged it for a moment.
"You have to make the candy if it's going to taste the best." She gestured behind her. "Look, this might be a bit forward of me, but you've always been extremely polite, so I think I can trust you. I got ditched by a date I was cooking for tonight, and there's a heap of roast cooked in there."
"I was just taking in some air before packing it up. Do you want to come in for a bite? I've opened a bottle of wine, we can talk and catch up, if you like?" I felt my breath catch in my throat as my cock began to jump up and down for joy in my sweats. I turned back around and held out my arms, showing her my hooded sweat top and pants.
"I'm not exactly dressed for company. Besides, I've been out running, so..." Jules gave a small smile and shrugged again.
"I may not have had a whiff of a man in three years, Wade, but I do remember what it's like. It's okay, I can manage. Come on in, kid." She was definitely fuckable, and my pulse started to go a bit faster. I slowly moved up the stairs and snagged a flower from the bush beside the rail. I handed it to her with a flourish.
"Milady's flower's for her date. Flaky charm is my best and only asset, unfortunately. Can't say I'll be much of a dinner companion." Jules gave a light laugh and sniffed the half-wilted petals.
"Well, they do say it's the thought that counts. I'm surprised I've got any left after the last few weeks. Winter's arrived with a crunch. I think we skipped autumn." I couldn't help but agree as she preceded me inside. My eyes were glued to her sculpted ass, and I got the sudden image of my cock with two plastic devil horns and a pitchfork whispering into my ear to bend her over and fuck her brains out.
I started to laugh, and Jules turned around and smiled at me. "What?" I controlled myself and shook my head.
"Um, just that I... I feel sort of bad. I don't want your reputation to suffer, inviting wayward youths into your... back door." Jules shrugged and laughed, then turned back to the kitchen.
"That's only if you were fucking me, Wade." She threw it back over her shoulder with a laugh, but I stopped dead in the middle of the kitchen floor and felt my skin heating up. She pulled the roast out of the oven and I looked down. My cock was pushing against the front of my sweats, and I could see a tiny dark gray patch where my precum was oozing through my briefs and onto the light material.
