I must have nodded, because she scooted back onto the bed, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants as she did. She slid them down her shapely legs and tossed them on the floor. Now she was only wearing some satin, navy blue panties, and was lying on her back, waiting for me. I climbed onto the bed next to her, lying side by side. Again I began to kiss her, my hand softly caressing her near naked body. For what must have seemed like hours to her, I caressed the soft skin of her stomach, hips, and thighs. Teasing, toying. Finally, I let my hand rest on her mound, just lightly rubbing against it through her panties. I started to rub her a little harder, and finally she couldn't take it any more. She took my hand and moved it down inside of her panties, and now I could tell just how wet and hot all my teasing had made her. But my teasing was still not at an end. I lightly slid a single finger up and down her pussy lips, as I helped her out of her panties with my other hand.Finally, I part
I hadn't been to Wang Li's Sports Bar in a long time, not since my wife and I had married. She wasn't much for bars, sports, or Chinese food, so taking her to Wang's was pretty much out of the question. But it had been 6 months since we split up and, after stumbling home from work in the middle of the night and eating whatever I could find in the freezer on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I decided I deserved a break. The project was finished and the boss told us all to take tomorrow off so this was my big night to go out and enjoy myself.I got to Wang's at about 7:30 and asked for a table and a menu. Wang Li ran an interesting establishment. He had taken over an old sports bar and upgraded the video and sound to the cutting edge. A big projection tv with several satellite sets were the main features. He then replaced the over- priced burger-and-fries menu (which no one ever ordered anyway) with cheaper, better tasting Chinese food. It was quirky but popular, which made it a good p
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