Back at the bar I noticed that Frank was maneuvering himself so that his arm was around the back of the blonde. Some guys just never learn. She hadn't seemed to notice. The heavy guy was putting on a jacket as he finished up his presumably last story and said goodbye. The blonde looked like she was about to leave also when Frank started gesturing. The bartender brought 2 drinks, one of which Frank offered to the blonde. She reluctantly accepted and turned in her seat to face the bar. I decided to move to the bar myself and have a final drink before leaving. It amazed me that Frank still thought he had a chance with the blonde and I wanted a front row seat for the final act.From the bar I could hear at least a little of the last bit of conversation. The guy was discussing some work project with the blonde while again trying to put his arm around her. Finally she had had enough. She pushed his arm away, stood up, and said "Look, Frank, I really have to be going now." He, again, put
I was not paying attention to Rita, who, once again, decided to take matters into her own hands. She did some kind of two footed leap brushing past me and closing the distance with Frank in the blink of an eye. As she landed, her right hand shot forward full force into his face. He staggered and fell backward clutching his nose. Blood was pouring out everywhere."DAMN YOU! You broke my nose!" he howled. "I REALLY think now would be a good time to leave!" I said, louder this time. "Come on, Frank! Get up! I'm not done with you yet." taunted Rita. She had resumed her fighting stance and seemed to be thinking about using his head for soccer practice.I stepped forward again, though this time I wasn't sure who needed defending more.Mercifully, Frank finally got the hint. He rolled over and crawled back a few steps before getting up. He looked back to see Rita still ready to clock him again."Frigid bitch!" he muttered as he retreated to his car, got in, and squealed out of the parking l
Three weeks later I met Chrissy. We lived together for 3 years before getting married. The funny thing was the marriage only lasted a little over a year. We knew it was a mistake after just a few months but stuck it out hoping against hope that things would improve. They didn't and when Chrissy got a lucrative job offer from out of state, we hired a law firm to do the paperwork for an amicable divorce. We could have saved several thousand dollars if we had just waited a little longer to get married. After she left, things really picked up at work and I got so absorbed in the job I didn't think much about dating.When I did think about it, I certainly never considered dating anyone as young and pretty as Rita. I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn't romance, only gratitude. The more we talked, the harder it became to make that distinction. Rita had a wonderful sense of humor and we were still laughing and joking after she parked the car and led me to the door of her home."
I sure didn't feel lonely! My dick was at half mast and rising. Rita's thigh was touching mine through our clothes. She was sitting as close to me as she possibly could without laying down in my lap. Then, suddenly, she put her glass on the coffee table, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me full on the lips. Being the coordinated person that I am, I promptly spilled my 1/2 glass of wine all over the two of us. She immediately broke the embrace and burst out laughing. I had to laugh, too, as I tried to wipe up a little of the wine with a tiny cocktail napkin that was on the table. So much for my romantic prowess. There are kids one third my age who can competently make out without spilling anything!"I'm sorry" she managed to say between the laughter spasms. "I guess you weren't quite ready for that." "I guess not!" I laughed. "but I was really enjoying it, at least until the cold wind hit my chest." We laughed again."Come on!" she said as she got up and pulled me up. She
This was a moment I was dreading. All my insecurities about my age, looks, etc. came rushing back at me. Would I become a bad memory of what you might wake up next to when you have too much to drink? I wondered whether I could sneak out now before she became completely conscious. Of course, it was too late for that. "Good morning!" she smiled. "Good morning." I replied, waiting to see what she would say next.Rita stretched, yawned, and smiled. "I'm really glad to see you this morning. It was soooo nice waking up in your arms. Thanks for staying." "My pleasure" I responded. "I'm starved." she said. "How about eggs for breakfast? Is scrambled ok?" "Fine." I said as she bounded out of bed, grabbed a robe from the closet and disappeared into the kitchen. My clothes, except for my shirt, were at the foot of the bed. I dressed as quickly as I could and tried to make myself look at least presentable. It was a lost cause. I gave up and headed for the kitchen.The dryer was running when I
SharonThe heat was insufferable. It had come out of nowhere, blasting through the city and melting everything and everyone in its path. It had even reached all the way out to the suburbs, stifling my entire life.As if it wasn’t bad enough with the lock down, now we had to suffer through unbearable heat on top of it. I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive the rest of the summer. I was already covered in sweat. I could feel it trickling down my spine and falling between my butt cheeks.To make matters worse, my clothes were already soaked and I’d only just gotten out of bed. I could feel the lukewarm wetness clinging to my skin, making it difficult for me to breathe. I knew I was going to have to change soon. There was no way I was going to sit around in stinky wet clothes all day.It didn’t help that the sun was streaming through my windows, the sheer curtain barely stopping the warm rays from pounding down into my bedroom. My fingers moved to the edge of the curtain and pulled it
Sufficiently cooled, I made my way downstairs to start my day. The world around me was eerily quiet. The complete stillness out of the windows drew my attention. I couldn’t stop myself from standing behind the glass, staring out at the empty street.For just a moment, I wanted everything to feel like it was back to normal. I wanted to feel safe. Having a strong, handsome man wrap his arms around me would have been the perfect way to spend this quarantine.Standing at the window, I wished that a man would just happen by and stop in front of my home. I imagined myself rushing out into the driveway and waving him down, begging him to come inside.I could picture his body, his muscles rippling beneath his taut, stretchy clothes—his rounded shoulders, his sculpted pecs, his bulging thighs and slim waist. The perfect man and the perfect body, waiting there for me so I could let my hands explore every inch of him.It took me a moment to realize I’d been washed away with the fantasy. My ches
I stepped away from the window and moved through the house, toward my front door. I could still see him through the glass, preparing to cut my lawn. I stayed there for a moment, watching him, admiring the way he moved his body.It was hard not to get wrapped up in him. He was so beautiful, with his brown hair and deep brown eyes and perfectly tanned skin from working outside all day. Just looking at him made my stomach flip and my heart flutter.But I needed to stop staring and put my plan into motion. If I didn't, I would waste the entire day watching him, and then he would vanish just as quickly as he'd appeared.The worst part of this was the not knowing. Not all young, strapping men were into older women such as myself. Even if I had kept myself tight and toned, it didn't mean they would find me attractive.I was going to have to put myself out there, to be vulnerable, and if I got rejected it was going to sting. Usually I would be able to deal with it easily.Don't want me? No pr