It had to be the freakiest of freak accidents. Both cars ran the red light, trying to beat the yellow and the came together right in front of me, sending both cars skidding towards mine. I slammed on my brakes and thankfully received just a mild bump as they came to a stop.
People were running everywhere and it seemed like only seconds before the sirens could be heard in the distance. An officer had me move my car to the curb and I sat there, shaking, my head on the steering wheel. I wasn't hurt, just frightened and relieved that they missed me.
Suddenly, a rather attractive man of about thirty-five or so appeared at my window and inquired as to my safety. I told him I wasn't hurt but he insisted on checking my pulse. As he held my wrist, a strange feeling, a warmth if you will, came over me. I can't explain it, I just had no fear or anything. It was as though I had known him all of my life. Obviously, my pulse was racing and he suggested that I needed to get out of the car and stretch so I could take a few deep breaths, which I did. It helped a lot. As I stood there, I noticed that he was staring at me. I'm certainly no beauty, but I'm happy with myself. I was grateful, though, that I wore my favorite outfit. Medium blue slacks and matching jacket top with a light blue blouse under it. With my auburn hair and brown eyes, I looked great.
When he offered to buy me some coffee while they cleared the wreckage and cleaned the street, I gladly accepted. The coffee shop was just a few yards from my car so I could watch it in case the police wanted it moved. I ordered a cappuccino while he just had regular coffee. He was good at getting me to talk about my family and I felt the stress leave my body. I told him of my ailing husband and his long recovery. I told him of the affect that his illness had on our daughter who was sixteen and had been putting on weight because she ate when she was worried.
As we left the coffee shop, he walked to my car with me. He took my hand as I got in and smiled. "You're husband will be fine in about a month," he said. "He's a lot stronger now and you'll see a big difference in him when you get home."
"How could you possibly know that?" I asked.
"I've had a lot of medical experience and I'm sure you'll find that I'm right. Talk to your daughter. She's only about fifteen pounds overweight. Tell her to eat one of these a day and to watch what she eats and she'll be lean and mean in about three months." He handed me a package of Mint-O-Licious butter mints, something she loves. "Only one a day," he said, "or it won't work."
"I wish I could lose weight that easily," I remarked.
He smiled at me and patted my hand. "I wouldn't worry about that," he said. "Besides, your clothes wouldn't fit and your pants would fall off."
"I didn't mean instantly," I replied, "just easily."
"You'll be fine," he said, "it just takes a short time."
He walked away and disappeared in the crowd. A few minutes later, an officer came over to tell me that I could leave and just stop down at the police station at my convenience to make a statement.
It was hot in the car and I slipped off my jacket before I pulled away from the curb. For one reason or other, I became aware of my blouse feeling like it belonged to someone else. I had never noticed how baggy the sleeves were on my arms and when I looked in the rear view mirror at a light, the whole blouse looked baggy and downright absurd. I felt ridiculous to say the least.
When I arrived at the house, I put my car keys in my purse and suddenly found an envelope sticking up from the top of it. Puzzled, I opened it and found a short note. "Be careful when you get out of your car or you could be very embarrassed when your pants fall off." I laughed because I thought that he had just wanted to make me feel good. When I got out of the car, however, I had to grab at my belt because my pants fell down to my knees!
Holding them up, I ran into the house and ignored my husbands greeting as I ran into the bathroom. My God, I looked like I had lost thirty pounds. My bra and panties didn't fit and my slacks just fell off when I let go of them. I looked like I had when we got married twenty years ago. My daughter was at school so I did something quite bold, at least for me it was. I stripped everything off and walked into the den where my husband sat, reading. His face was a picture of pure lust. I hadn't seen that look in his eyes for years. I turned slowly so he could get a good look and went over to kiss him. His hands were all over me, and he pulled me down onto his lap. There was absolutely no doubt of the effect it had on him. I unzipped his slacks and pulled his cock free, stroking it slowly. I had to have him inside of me. I lifted myself up and eased myself down to onto his erect cock and we made slow and glorious love. It was the first time in months and he didn't last long but I loved every minute of it. I could satisfy myself later. He needed the reassurance at that point.
"I had the strangest thing happen today," he said later, "I was sitting here and all of a sudden, I felt so great that I got up and took a few steps. In fact, I walked all the way out to the bathroom and back without my walker or anything. It felt great and I was hardly tired at all when I got back."
"Sheer coincidence?" I wondered. I told him that I had to take a shower and find something to wear as I got off his lap and headed for the bathroom to retrieve my clothes. As I started up the stairs, I looked over at him and saw a very satisfied look on his face. I could hardly wait to make love to him some more but I was concerned about his health. I didn't want to stress him too much. I showered quickly, then looked at my reflection in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. My breasts hadn't been that firm in at least fifteen years. In fact, they actually looked perkier than I had ever seen them. Curly brown hairs lay below my flat stomach and there wasn't a sign of cellulite on my thighs. There was a make up mirror on the vanity and I held it so that I could look at my ass. Hot damn, I looked good. I was getting turned on by my own body.
I pulled the belt from my slacks and as I did, another envelope fell to the floor. I opened it up in sheer wonder at how he got the envelopes into my purse and now my slacks without me even knowing about it. I opened it and found another note similar to the first one. "I hope you forgive me," he wrote. "I have this fantasy about you and I together. You may want to be naked and lying on your bed when you read this. Just lie back and close your eyes and let your imagination take over."
