It was a gray rainy evening as I sat in my car. Windshield wipers swishing monotonously. Stuck in evening traffic with cars of all colors and types spraying water on the rain swept freeways. Through the half fogged half sheet water windows I peer out to get a second glance at the driver of a car beside me. A middle aged not very glamorous yet quite alluring lady sat in her grey Mercury. She wore a tan business suit and her skirt was tucked crumpled a little beneath her thighs. I felt a little guilty staring the way I was, but she hadn't noticed yet and that spurred the train of voyeuristic thoughts.
I let my eyes slowly move down lower, scanning her soft thigh skin running down past the top of her knee. Almost cursed aloud when I saw top of her calf was blocked by the gear lever. I continued down past and then saw her brown( or so they looked ) shoes to one side. A slight movement of her legs brought her bare naked feet in plain view. Manual transmission, she must have brought it to neutral and let her foot rest. I could see her varicose veins running all the way down through her light stockings and her feet looked like they had been bound all day in those shoes. All I could think of then was running my lips down those legs with light touches of my lips and Imagined her head thrown back, eyes half shut her thick blond hair parting into ten small bunches as she ran her hands through them in response to my sensuous licking of her legs her thighs.
I then look up to her face to get another look to fuel my fantasy with her face and that's when I noticed her looking back at me. Not a look of anger at being stared at but not any encouraging look either, just a mix of tired and that back of your head stare curiosity. I quickly looked away but the image of that beautiful body was etched in my mind as if it was burned with a laser made of sheer passion.
A few seconds later I chanced another glance towards her and saw she had turned her head towards the front but then I thought I saw the corner of her eye turn toward me and then go back. Did I notice her lower lip curl in a little or was it my overactive imagination? I guess it was my pent up passion taking control. She probably had a husband and two or three teenage kids waiting for her in some large country home and probably had too full a life of working woman and wife and mother or a fulfilled life with family and those occasional sex filled vacations with her husband often enough to not care about some perv on the freeway staring at her.
The cars ahead of me started moving and I tried a few more glances at her but with the rain pelting down and the traffic now in a steady flow she and her car was lost in the myriad of red and yellow tail lights.
The whole drive home and the night spent on my couch in front of my plasma was filled with thoughts of her and fantasies of her pulling over and allowing me to ravage her soft well matured cared body in all ways possible.
The next day back from work I was too preoccupied with new changes and layoffs that my fantasy lady almost got lost in the tangles of my memories. An occasional thought about her once in a while was all I could afford and six months later she was all but forgotten.
PART 2
I was supposed to make a presentation, at a new site our company was opening in a city nearby and that had us stay at the hotel about 2 hours away from where I lived as we would be working into the night. After a long days work two of our co workers and I decided to go to the local watering hole and the two girls in the group also joined in the idea to get a few beers( maybe the girls would've wanted a mojito or margaritas but tonight felt like a few longnecks to me) before we turned in for the night.
So we walked across to the bar across the street "Neon Spurs" and sat at the bar. The girls got a Daq and a Margarita and we got a round of coronas. The bar seemed to be picking up some crowd and we thought it was unusual for a weekday but hey more the merrier. An hour and a few beers later the place was loud and packed with people everywhere, sticky, wet floors and the dance floor was flashing with lights of all colors. It seemed like some college party judging from the age of the people around. As I was going to go get the next round I bumped into a group of three women seemingly attired similar to us in business suits and I apologized for my clumsiness. The lady I ran into must have already had a few for she just laughed and said that she wouldn't mind bumping into more young men tonight. I laughed and made small talk about us and she introduced her two friends who between the flashing reds and blues seemed like professional business women letting their hair down after a long work schedule, just like we were. Then the lights brightened a little and shone on the other two women. A second glance made me realize the one of the ladies standing right there in front of me was the same hot lady of my wildest fantasies from the freeway and all those sensuous thoughts came flooding back like a typhoon in my brain and loins I doubt she recognized me but even if she could have remembered the low light coupled with the strobes and alcohol must have masked it or so I hoped.
My mystery lady seemed a little engrossed in the music or just too wary, because she didn't speak other than the first hi and quick smile before she looked around sipping her drink. Overall they seemed to like the fact that I was talking and flirting with them all very harmlessly though.
One of them was actually a little older than the rest and seemed amused that I was talking to them. She even asked me if I had a girlfriend out there that I should rather be with. How could I tell her the only girl for me that night was sitting right there with them.
As the night carried on I got to know them better and found they were teachers at the local university celebrating the eldest looking lady becoming principal that week. I got them a few rounds and then mustered the courage to ask the lady who I got to know now was called Emily up for a dance. I half expected a rebuke or just being ignored but I guess she was waiting to get on the floor because she shot right up and sauntered like a schoolgirl along with me. We danced on the floor to a few numbers with her keeping a safe distance from me.