Author's Note: I'm not a writer and I don't fancy myself as one...but I love telling stories. The errors in this are mine and I hope you can look past them. It's also a real slow burn as I'm still working up to actually attempting to author a sexual encounter (or two). Patience with me will be a must. This story is a loose adaptation of an encounter I had. Any similarities to other works you may have read are completely coincidental. Finally, as I'm new to this, feedback would be appreciated, if for any other reason than as motivation to finish the story. Putting "words to paper" in this fashion is more difficult than I thought. Feedback about spelling and grammar are your right but will fall on deaf ears. Maybe if the writing "bug" catches me I'll reach out for edit/proof help on future submissions but this story "is what it is". Sorry in advance.
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Those Eyes (Ch 1)
I almost didn't recognize her as I passed. I had just deposited my empty coffee cup and napkin in the trash receptacle and was leaving the shop when I brushed by her as she was waiting in line to order.
The meeting was complete chance, and totally out of context, so it took my brain a minute to work through the steps of recognition:
1. Huh? She looks familiar.
2. Wait, I know her.
3. (mental Rolodex whirring...)
4. Look at the eyes. It's always in the eyes.
5. I got it! Mary Beth from Church.
My "Eureka!" moment wasn't really that surprising to me in retrospect because Mary Beth had unforgettable eyes. Eyes I'd fantasized about on multiple occasions up until a few months ago. That's when I'd broken up with my girlfriend who at the time was a member of the same Church where Mary Beth was the Pastor's wife. That break-up ended my time at that Church and I hadn't seen Mary Beth since.
I guess "fantasizing" about the Pastor's wife probably needs some explanation. It's best to start with the admission that I'm not much of a religious person and attending that Church was solely for the sake of appeasing my girlfriend at the time. That said, I am spiritual. I believe that there is something out there greater than me and the world doesn't revolve around me. Fairly simplistic view, but it works for me.
I didn't treat going to Church as a chore, it's just that most of organized religion doesn't speak to me. I did, however, treat my relationship as a chore because my ex and I were destined to fail from the start. We gave it a try, drug it out almost two years (a year longer than we should have) before we finally parted relatively amicably.
But the best thing I got from the relationship was now standing in line at the coffee shop. Those eyes.
Mary Beth is not a model. In fact, she's fairly plain with symmetric but unremarkable facial features. She's petite and dresses down with modesty so you're left with no real idea about her body other than she's not real curvy. She has a couple of light streaks of gray in her almost jet black, shoulder blade length hair and you really, really have to work to carry on a conversation with her. She was always pleasant when she did speak, she just deferred to her husband in his role as Pastor and let him do the talking. Which he liked to do. A lot.
But her eyes told a different story. They were always so expressive. They glistened with tears at sad news, they glinted with humor when something funny occurred, they flashed anger when she was irritated or perturbed. Her face was always a controlled mask of what appeared to be a calm, very much in-control demeanor. But those eyes, they are different story. If you were looking, paid attention and cared enough to acknowledge her eyes, they revealed a much more passionate and expressive person than the remainder of the package would lead you to believe.
Ice blue in color, generally, but would roll to a storm cloud gray when saddened. They'd flash almost white like a lightening bolt when angry and they'd twinkle like the stars on a winter's night when she was tickled with humor.
I noticed her eyes at an after service potluck on one of the first Sunday's I attended Church with my ex. At first, the expressive nature of her eye's just made me curious. I spent time wondering if others noticed them like I did. Not long thereafter, I accepted that it was only me as far as I could tell....which led me to question; How much in her eyes was simply my imagination?
Apparently, the question was rhetorical because in typical guy fashion, her eyes became my muse. Within a couple of months I'd come to think of Mary Beth as beautiful and I REALLY wondered what her eyes would look like if she were aroused sexually.
I pleasured myself to that thought on multiple occasions.
At no time did I consider doing anything else with her as she was married to a Pastor, is about 20 years my senior and each time I was around her I was in the presence of my girlfriend.
Two out of those three were definite deal killers. I don't cheat. And I especially don't pursue married women. The age difference? I could work with that.
Three years ago, during my final year in college, I had a fling with a professor almost 20 years older than me. Let's just say I left that rendezvous a MUCH more experienced lover than the one I was when she bedded me. One hell of a weekend. Suffice it to say I never imagined a room service champagne bottle could be used in that manner. Repeatedly.
So, no. Mary Beth's age wasn't a problem for me in that regard.
But back to the coffee shop today as I walked past Mary Beth, recognized her, stopped myself prior to leaving and now stood considering the possible results of turning around and greeting her. What do I say to a Pastor's wife who is in line at a coffee shop almost 4 months after I'd quit attending her Church?
What is there to say?
And did I really want to dredge up my ex and have that discussion?
Nope. Best to just move on.
