Well, if you plan on having sex with a woman, it's always a good idea to meet one first as they say.
Being in my early 50's, I still prefer to meet someone in person rather than on the internet just because I still believe in it being more fun if two people have some level of chemistry between them. There's nothing more enjoyable than watching a woman's hips while she walks, or checking out the bounce in her breasts, or her smile and especially how she smells to build the interest level in her. A woman with the right perfume can totally distract me from any conversation I might be having with her and in the most pleasant way. I can't get that kind of thrill from an internet profile, no matter how hard I try.
Unfortunately the social dry spell has been a long one, more than three years and my confidence with the fairer sex is not what it used to be. I won't go into the history but suffice it to say I am well on the way to getting much healthier, which hopefully will make me more desirable as well. When I can walk around the house and get the occasional random erection in my pants thinking about an old flame, I know my comeback is headed in the right direction.
So today I found myself in the wine aisle at the grocery store. I know nothing about wine but figured I should have a bottle of some kind of white and some kind of red in the house just in case some female company stopped in. Otherwise their only choices would be whiskey or milk, neither of which the women in my past have gravitated to.
As my confusion started to build with all the choices and prices, I decided to do what I always do----ask any friendly woman within proximity what her choice would be. I quickly spotted a friendly looking but slightly overweight woman dressed in her nursing outfit and decided she would be as good as anyone to help.
"Excuse me, I could use a little help picking out a bottle of wine. Do you have a favorite you serve when entertaining guests?"
"Oh," she said. "Sure. Is it for dinner or no particular occasion?"
She had friendly eyes which I enjoy looking into. She had very feminine features and little makeup, letting her natural beauty show. Unfortunately the scrubs hid any indication of her figure. Better that way, I guess. No sense in getting caught checking out her cleavage when I was just trying to get some friendly help.
"Nothing in particular. I just want to have something on hand for guests. I'm not really a wine drinker so have no idea which type or label is a good quality for the price and what a lot of people might like."
"In that case, I would suggest you get a bottle of white zinfandel and a bottle of merlot. A&C Vinters is a good brand, any guest should be happy with one of those."
"Thanks I appreciate the suggestions." I grabbed a bottle of each and put them in my cart. As I was doing so, she said, "No problem" and headed off with her cart to finish her own shopping. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of panties nurses wore under their scrubs. Figured they would be granny panties as they would go for comfort and not sexiness while on the job. She was a little heavy in the hips but I always liked a girl with a bit more padding. More to squeeze and hang on to when doing her doggy style.
Whoa! Time to put the imagination in check unless I wanted a reputation for being the dirty old man who hits on women at the market. Flirting is not what it used to be, everyone seems to be on edge all the time nowadays. You can divulge your most personal history and language on the internet with no consequences yet smile at a woman the wrong way in public and they are ready to swear out a warrant for your arrest as a pervert. Oh well, adapt.
I paid for my wine and was walking out to my car when the imagination kicked in again. Now I was wondering how she shaved her pussy. I really did not like the bare look, just occasionally for variety on my women. I still enjoyed rubbing my nose through a women's pubic hair while eating her. It just activates one more sense.
I could still remember the first girl I went down on in college. It was so erotic to pull off her jeans and then her mid-rise panties (that was the sexiest style worn in those days) to unveil her gorgeous brunette bush. The sensation of kissing my way up each of her thighs before burying my nose in her bush and my tongue in her pussy sticks in my memory to this day. I'm sure I was really lousy at giving her head but when you are only 19, youth and hormones can make up pretty good for a lack of skill. I smiled at the memory.
I took the wine home and put it away. Looking at the clock I noticed it was 7 pm and I still hadn't had dinner. Not wanting to cook or get fast food, I decided I still had time to run down to the Mexican restaurant down the street and grab a bite before turning in.
The bar had several openings so I grabbed a stool. Julie gave me a big smile and handed me an ice cold bottle of Budweiser, my usual. After placing my order, I turned my focus to the ball game on the television behind the bar.
"Looks like you are eating alone. Mind if I join you?" And then I sensed a body filling the chair next to me. It was Tracy from the Ace Hardware store.
"No, not at all," I said and smiled. "Just get off work?"
Tracy was in her early 30's I guessed but other than that I really knew nothing about her. She was about 5'2", cute face, great smile, brown eyes, mostly straight brown hair held back in a pony tail tonight and a great personality. He body was average but cute, nice 34B breasts I guessed, just a little cushion around a mostly trim waist and then nice rounded hips. I often asked myself while checking out if I would fuck her given the chance and decided I would. Being 20 years older than her, I didn't worry about it ever happening however.
"I actually was off an hour ago. I had time to run home and get cleaned up. Then decided I was not cooking so ended up here. It's so close to home I'm surprised I have never been here before. It's good to run into a familiar face."
"Well," I told her, "the food is good and it's not too loud, even in the bar. First drink is on me---what would you like?"
"Rum and coke please," she said. I passed that along to Julie who delivered it quickly, gave me a friendly smirk then headed off to the other end of the bar.
Tracy and I began talking about nothing in particular. It was easy to talk to her and several times she flashed me a warm smile, telling me she was enjoying herself. She was just wearing jeans and a black button up blouse but it was open enough for me to sneak a peak at her breasts and the white lace bra holding them in. She would put a little cleavage on display at the hardware store, which I am sure was good for business, but always maintained a business presence.
"Can you watch my purse for a minute? I need to run to the ladies room."
"Sure," I said. She hopped off the stool and headed out to the restrooms. I enjoyed the site of her ass in the tight jeans walking away from me. Womanly curves, I thought to myself. I wondered if she liked to be spanked.....
I focused on my food and the ball game on TV when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a breast on my arm. Tracy was back and using me to steady herself as she got back into her chair. Seems the space between the chairs had tightened up over the last half hour as more of the dinner crowd arrived. She smiled and briefly faced me before turning back to her food at the bar. I could have sworn that two more buttons on her blouse were now undone, giving me a much better view of her breasts. Or was it wishful thinking?
"Did you miss me? Did I miss anything exciting in the game?" she asked as she looked and grinned at me.
"Yes and no," I replied.
I made it a point to check out her blouse again, hoping I wasn't being obvious. She knew I was looking but just grinned and let me. I was visualizing how hot she would look in just a black lace bra and boy shorts against her white skin. It was enough to get half hard at just the thought.
Grinning, she put her hand on my thigh and whispered in my ear, "Your food is getting cold." But she did not remove her hand.
After about 10 seconds, she turned back and looked at me and then down at her hand and asked, "Is that OK?"
I put my hand on hers and moved it almost to my crotch and whispered in her ear, "I'll shoot you if you move it.," to which she lightly chuckled. I don't know why but it was almost electric to just be flirting with a woman who was enjoying it as much as me. Flirting is almost a lost art.
Just as we finished eating, Tracy looked at her watch and said we needed to go to one of her favorite bars down the street for one more drink as it was happy hour there. I quickly agreed and we settled our tab and headed out. It was so busy now, Julie did not even notice I was leaving with someone. Good thing, I don't need to be the subject of any gossip at this point in my life.
Ever the gentleman, I told her I would walk her to her car and then follow her to the next bar in mine. Once at her car she opened the door, through her purse in the driver's seat, then turned to me, and put her arms around my neck.
"So what's the deal?" she asked. "I was doing my best to flirt with you in there and you barely tried to touch me. You don't think I'm attractive?"
"Actually just the opposite, I think you are very attractive but I am a bit older than you." I put my arms around her waist and held her but kept my hands at belt level, still not sure how far this was going.
