3 comments/ 11542 views/ 4 favorites The Morning Walk By: manboytoy Dear readers; Due to a few comments that the ending of this story felt too abrupt, I've re-written it for a much smoother feel. I've also changed a few items and dialog along the way for a better overall flow. I hope you enjoy this improved version. Thank you all for your input. It is appreciated. * Andy Paterson, after being told by his primary doctor that he had heard an abnormal heart rhythm, was sent to a specialist to take a closer look and diagnose the problem. After a battery of all day tests, he was finally diagnosed with heart disease. No big surprise to him, his dad died from it, and after being raised in the fifties on butter, eggs, bacon and cheese nearly every day for breakfast, with lots of whole milk, pancakes, french toast, and the thousands of lunch-time cheeseburgers and fries thrown in for good measure, he was a walking, talking, ticking time bomb. All that yummy food he loved so much, for so long, had to go. Sure, he noticed that it was getting harder to do every day stuff like cleaning up and vacuuming around the house, gardening, climbing stairs, and hell even masturbating had lost its thrill since the old love muscle took more time lately just to persuade it to stand up by itself. His ballooning weight was taking its toll. Something had to be done. Andy had always done well with the ladies. "Tall dark and handsome" is what they called him back in the day. Well-groomed shiny dark hair, never sporting those long hoodlum-like sideburns, or letting his hair grow over his ears. He was athletic and very popular all through high school due to his natural sporting abilities. Even through college, he stood out as the guy all the women wanted to meet. The most eligible bachelor who the girls whispered about in their dorms. As he grew up, graduated, and became the dreaded "P" word -- Professional, he lived the life of an extremely happy single man, dating all the best looking ladies in the office, with an uncanny ability to strike up a conversation with any pretty girl on his daily subway commute. Not normally the first place one would go to pick up chicks. Everyone on the subway usually just sat and stared straight ahead like zombies, or never raised their eyes up from looking at the floor. When the station was finally reached after all the rocking and banging and clanging, the travelers would just quickly rise up from their seats and exit the car like robots on a mission. Andy, more than once would catch the eye of a lovely lady sitting alone, and with his fetching smile, could spark a conversation that almost always would lead to at least a dinner date, or more often than not, much more. His most memorable dates, he would often say, came from that ride home from the office. As a wall street investor, he'd made enough money to retire early. Well, early by comparison to some of the other folks whom he traveled the rails with every morning and every night for well over twenty years. After working his way up the corporate ladder, his nest egg was secure, and he felt it was time to finally settle down, or at least live life the way he had envisioned it for so many years of staring out of his office window. "Single, rich, and fancy free. Look out world," "I'm comin' to get ya!" He still had his investing chops, and after leaving without much fanfare, and with a handsome retirement check, he walked out, knowing he could always work from home whenever he wanted to raise a little "play money." His time was finally his own. No more alarm clocks. No more crowded subway platforms. No more sales quotas. The only thing missing in Andy's life was a good woman. At fifty-nine, he was feeling the need to find a fun, intelligent, happy, secure and of course, ridiculously beautiful woman to share his retirement years with. He longed to travel the world with his lover by his side. Doing it all by himself sounded awfully boring and a little, well. . .sad. The number of hot dates he had once easily scored slowly diminished over time, but he was still pretty sure of himself and his ability to pull in the hotties, in spite of his advancing years. He still felt about thirty years old in his mind, and knew he had plenty of good years ahead of him to travel or do what ever sounded interesting. But he first had to lose some of the weight the doc had warned him about and get his flabby ass back into shape. It was time to get serious. Time to start dating again. The harsh reality was that dating wasn't as easy at fifty-nine years old, as it was at thirty-two. He quickly discovered that life as he remembered it, had changed. It was like suddenly waking up on a different planet many years in the future. This wasn't what he had envisioned. It seemed to him that all the really good women were already taken, engaged, completely obsessed with their own careers, or just too busy to spend some quality time with one man. He hated when a lovely female dinner date would blather-on all night about how successful or busy she was at work. Or whip out pictures of her kids or talk non-stop about what an asshole her x-husband is. Andy just wanted to meet someone who could hold up their end of a casual dinner conversation about politics, the economy, current events, something, anything, other than themselves! He felt too old, too fat, and slightly embarrassed to hang out in his once favorite local bars, and when he did, he felt like everyone's father. In the blink of an eye, it seemed, the world had change for the former professional stud-playboy-rich kid-man about town, and this new reality was a crushing blow to his ego. Going out for a couple drinks, it seemed was no longer fun. The world belonged to the young. He decided to spend more time at home, trading, short selling, investing and making money. After toying with the idea of going back into the city to work part time, he realized that it would probably all be the same there too. So why bother? It is what it is. Deal with it. Move on. After a couple of weeks, he settled into his dream gig as a home based day trader. He already had all the sophisticated software he needed and a kick-ass desktop computer to check on the markets with by-the-second precision. It's not as if he needed the extra money, but it would certainly keep his mind busy and focused and off the fact that maybe retiring wasn't all it was cracked up to be. And where the hell were all the ladies? He was rolling along, feeling content in his new home office, and starting to feel pretty good about his decisions, when one day it dawned on him that almost every other week or so, some old friend would call with the dreaded "did ya hear about so and so" phone call. His old buddies from school, their wives, family members, neighbors, and close friends were starting to pass away or get diagnosed with some crazy over the top, incurable and always fatal disease. Heart attacks, strokes and of course, the "C word" became a regular, it seemed to him, phone call. Whenever he took a call from someone he hadn't heard from for a while it was almost never good news. It seemed as if his peers were dropping like flies. All of this was an obvious wake-up call to get that complete physical and find out exactly what he could expect from this steadily aging but still operating body. "A finely tuned machine." He used to say admiring himself in the mirror at the company gym. Now, a tune up was probably needed. Sure, the gut had bulged out a little from just sitting around at home, but the legs were still pretty strong, the lungs seemed good, and the dick, after a little prompting, could still get hard when he needed it. Problem was, he couldn't remember the last time he actually needed it. Yeah, things were a lot different now. At least after that grueling check up, he knew where he was on a scale of one to ten, and that he had to cut back on the cheese and eggs and alcohol and start running around and exercising like a damn fool. He was pretty sure that one was a given. A runner he wasn't. He tried to jog a couple times at a local track, but after a half mile or so, he was totally winded. Maybe his lungs weren't working as well as he thought. He decided to start slow and gradually build up his distance over time. At first he would walk. Everywhere. Every morning and on a nice night he'd take a brisk walk around the neighborhood. He managed a couple miles at first, then after buying the correct walking shoes, and letting all the blisters heal, increased the distance and gradually added in a couple hills that were in the area. He was enjoying his new regimen, the fresh outdoor air felt good and he started to notice more energy doing everyday tasks. It didn't seem like torture anymore. It actually got easier. He threw out all the junk food in his house, and replaced it with some healthier alternatives. He still treated himself to his favorite cheeseburger once in a while, "After all," He'd say, "let's not get too crazy!" After a few months, he noticed a different person looking back at him in the mirror. The big hanging gut was flattening out and his man-boobs and spare tire were retreating. He was ecstatic with his progress, and found a new confidence and drive to keep going. Buying smaller jeans helped a lot too. Andy usually walked the same route every morning: It was a three mile stretch of tree-lined sidewalk and back. If he had some extra time between stock trades, plus some extra energy, rather than return home, he'd continue on up the steep hill at the end of the street and walk back down again. After that part, soaked with sweat, he knew he'd had a damn good workout. It wasn't often, but when he did it, he was proud of himself. Enough so, that he'd do the Rocky victory dance once inside his door. He also wasn't the type of walker you see around town every day wearing headphones or ear buds blasting music from an MP3 player. He used this quiet time to think of alternate investment strategies. With only his thoughts, he could focus like a laser beam on the next big move. It also kept his mind off how far he was walking and helped him increase his speed without even thinking about it. It seemed that nothing could distract him from his thoughts. Until one morning, deep in thought, and cruising along at a good pace, he looked up and saw. . .her. A very attractive lady in form-fitting work out clothes, he figured to be around forty or so, was deep in her own thoughts, and on a collision course with him. She was walking a small dog on a leash and together, she and the dog took up the width of the sidewalk. She looked up just in time to see Andy, who had stopped dead in his tracks, and moved over to let them pass. Surprised, she gasped and yanked the little dog back to the center next to her, and with a mouth full of perfectly white teeth behind lips the color of pink roses, flashed an embarrassed, sexy smile and tilting her head slightly to one side, said: "Oh! I'm so sorry. Excuse us!" Andy instinctively returned fire with his equally perfect teeth and the smile that made him a legend around the office. They passed only inches from each other. Close enough to look straight into each other's eyes, then continue on their separate ways. She had the most beautiful light blue eyes he'd seen in a very long time. Andy was, as they say in England, gob-smacked. He felt as though he had been punched in the chest and the wind had been sucked out of his lungs. He was tempted to turn around to look at her as she walked away but didn't. He just kept walking as best he could on shaky legs, unable to get that face, that smile and those electric blue eyes out of his mind. "Wow! What was that?" He thought. "She was a living doll!" Never mind his share of ladies in the past, this encounter was going to be hard to forget. And it only lasted for a second! He walked back home and all through dinner and for the rest of the night, thought about that woman with the little dog. He stared at the TV But didn't see a thing. He wondered if she walked the same time every day, who was she? Why was she home during the day? Was she single? More importantly, how could he manage to run into her again? He didn't sleep well that night, as he fantasized about the mystery woman. He wondered why he didn't stop her to talk. He could have said something to her! And how stupid he must have looked standing there, with his mouth open, just staring at her beautiful face. The next morning Andy showered, put on deodorant, shaved a little closer than usual, put on clean workout clothes and combed back his hair. Just in case. But it didn't happen. He was afraid that maybe she was just visiting someone nearby, and had gone back home somewhere, never to return. Mister smooth talker himself had blown his one big chance to meet someone around his age who he could finally get to know a little better. Weeks passed and he'd all but given up ever being able to look into those bright eyes again, when one morning, dripping wet on his way back down the big hill, he heard: "Hey there, good Morning!" He turned around to see her coming over the crest of the hill with that same little white dog. And a big smile. She waved with her free hand, and he smiled and waved back. "I knew it was you." She said. "By your hat!" He sometimes wore a US NAVY baseball cap, and for some reason she remembered it. "We'll try not to trip you up this time." She said with a laugh. "It was no problem at all, really." "May I walk with you back down the hill?" "Absolutely!" "I'm glad I ran into you." "Really? May I ask why?" "Well, you seemed really nice, and polite." "I liked your smile." "And, I've been looking for someone to walk with for a while now." "Princess and I have nothing to talk about." "This is Princess then?" "Yes, I know its a dopey name, but I didn't name her. She's not mine. I just walk her for my neighbor while she's at work." "My name is Gloria by the way." So many questions were getting answered so quickly, he wanted to take notes. "Oh! I'm sorry!" "I'm Andy . . . Andy Paterson." "It's a pleasure to meet you." "And you as well, Andy." "Well, listen." Now that that's out of the way, would you like to get a cup of coffee sometime?" He asked. "Absolutely! Caffeine? You don't think this old body runs on it's own do you?" She said with a little wink. He used her last comment as an open invitation to casually look quickly over her body, since she mentioned it, and was loving what he saw. What a beauty she was. Now he could fill in all the details he'd missed the first time the met. She was about 5'9" with a tight round butt that still had those sharp creases at the top of her legs right below her ass cheeks. The shape of her ass was clearly visible in her skin tight stretch pants. Her breasts looked round and full but it was hard to tell all covered up under a tank top style runners outfit. She looked to be around forty something to his trained eye. And very toned. She had worked off any sign of extra body fat long ago, and she obviously worked hard to keep looking this way. He figured she weighed about 130 lb. Beautifully smooth, flawless skin, stunning eyes that he couldn't look away from, and legs for days. Andy wouldn't let her get away again. At the bottom of the hill he stopped her and asked: "May I have your number then?" "Sure Andy. . .Got a pen?" "Um. . .no." "Cell phone?" "Nope." "Sorry, no place to keep it." "Look, my house is right around the corner, just walk with me and I'll get something to write on." "It'll be OK, you can wait outside if you like." "OK, show me the way!" With little Princess in tow, they both walked past a number of well-kept houses, with perfectly manicured lawns. Taking turns asking, then answering each other's questions about their lives, they eventually arrived at Andy's house. It was a medium size two bedroom townhouse that he always said was "Just the right size for me." He had set up the second bedroom to be his business office, which was currently strewn with stock market charts and graphs. His Masters of International Finance diploma hung proudly on the wall over his desk. "I'll be right out." He said, thinking that since she didn't really know him that well, she would probably want to wait with the dog out on the driveway. "Aren't you going to ask me in?" "I thought you were a gentleman!" "You'd just leave me standing out here all alone in the bitter cold and freezing rain?" She said flashing that amazing smile. It wasn't cold at all . . . and it wasn't raining. He liked her already. A woman with good sense of humor was high on his wish list. He countered: "Oh I'm sorry! I'll go inside and get you an umbrella." They both laughed. The ice was broken. "Of course Gloria, come in please." "But you'll have to excuse the mess, I wasn't expecting company." "A messy house is a lived-in house," She replied. "You can relax, I don't expect the whole tour today." He liked the sound of that, "Today" comment. "Another time perhaps?" He asked. "You bet." "I'm too sweaty right now to get a tour, but soon OK?" She stood with one hand on the kitchen counter and was leaning to one side to stretch out her leg muscles. She really did have a magnificent body. His heart was pounding. "Too sweaty?" "Let me just peel off those soaking wet sweats and panties and I'll just throw them in the wash for you." "You can just wait in my bedroom." (Is exactly what he was thinking) But instead, he said . . . "There's a pen and paper in the office. . .let me get it." He walked across the hall to his office and reached down and took the yellow pad from his desk. Turning to leave, he found her standing in the doorway. Even her silhouette was gorgeous. "So this is where it all happens huh?" Asking with her hands on her hips. Go for it dude. . .say it! "Well . . . not EVERYTHING but yes, this is where I work." Holding out the pad and a pen, he asked: "Wanna write down your number for me?" "Why... can't you write?" Oh god, here we go again. . . Say it! His brain was yelling at him again. "Well, usually I can, but tonight, looking at you standing here, finally, well, my hands are shaking like a kid on his first date." "I wouldn't be able to read it tomorrow." "Finally?" "What does that mean?" "It means that I've been thinking about you since we almost ran into each other weeks ago." You are a very beautiful woman Gloria, and I've been thinking about you day and night, walking at different times, hoping that I could somehow see you again. And maybe get to know you. I guess I'm just nervous. I'm sorry" "No need to be sorry Andy. I've been hoping to see you again also. Your beautiful, sexy smile made me weak in the knees when we first passed by each other, and I've been thinking about you a lot too. But this is only our first real talk together. And honestly, I'm a little nervous too. So, let's just get to know each other and take it slow for a while OK?" "OK! Great! Yes!" "Now can I have your number?" They both laughed again and she scribbled it down for him. In extra large numbers. "Now you'll be able to read it tomorrow!" He tossed the legal pad back onto his desk and tried his best to keep his hands off her as they left the office. He walked her to the front door and offered her a ride home, but she politely refused and said she'd rather finish her workout from here, then take a nice long hot shower. (That vision of her in the shower soaping up her tall, trim body under the hot steaming shower, would carry him easily through tonight's much needed masturbation session, and into a well deserved deep sleep) He swung open the screen door, and held it open for her with one outstretched arm, and as she squeezed by, flashing her blazing blue eyes at him she whispered "Good night." Once outside, she turned and said: "I expect to hear from you soon Andy Paterson." The Morning Walk "Count on it Gloria." "Goodnight." "Night." He stood at the door for a while watching her pony tail bounce left and right with each step, as she jogged back down the street. "OH my god, what a perfect ass." He thought. "Hell, I even forgot to find out her last name!" Not that that had ever mattered before, not even once in his previous life. He couldn't care less. He didn't even know the FIRST name of some of the babes he'd fucked around Wall Street, but this time was different. Gloria was different. Gloria could very well be the catch of a lifetime. And he'd better not blow it. COFFEE The sun came up on an unusually cold morning. Andy opened his eyes, and he could feel the cold bedroom air on his face. "Brrrr." He whispered. Shivering, he pulled the covers up to his chin and laid there knowing that sooner or later he'd have to get up. "Ahhh," To be self employed, he thought to himself. No alarm clock." After a few minutes, he threw back the covers and swung his legs over the side of his bed and gasped as his bare feet hit the cold hard wood floor. "Jeez!" He hollered . . . did winter suddenly just start last night or what? Guess its time to turn the heat on." He found his slippers and robe and headed downstairs to make the coffee and toast that he loved so much in the morning. He'd recently cut back to one slice rather than the usual two, and figured it was a way to remind himself each morning to eat less. He'd sometimes cook a couple hard boiled eggs after his walk, have a second cup of coffee, and eat an apple. For now, the one slice would carry him through till then. Besides, his black french roast coffee was more like rocket fuel. "I wonder who I'll meet today?" He thought. As if anyone but Gloria was actually on his mind. After his little pre-breakfast, he went up and brushed his teeth, threw water on his face and did a quick shave. He felt he had to shave every morning because Andy was a hairy guy. Not wild black bear hairy, but more like real-man hairy. His chest had some nice black hair with a few gray ones starting to show, and his legs and thighs had the normal guy hair running down them. His full head of hair was starting to go salt and pepper, and he kinda liked the way it looked. Unlike many of his peers, he still had all of his hair, and he liked that too. And yes, since you asked, there were even a few gray pubic hairs starting to appear. Now that his thinner self could look straight down and actually see his dick, he started trimming the area as neatly as he could. Dressing a little warmer this day, he headed out for his daily walk. There was more spring in his step today. Was it the cool air? His new found energy? The fact that he could breath easier and walk faster? Or perhaps. . .Gloria? Indeed, all of the above, but her calling out to him, and their short talk was probably the biggest inspiration for the sudden attitude change. She had moved her way into his brain and replaced the constant mind numbing focus on stocks and quotes, and money, in one single meeting. As he cruised along the sidewalk, he realized that he hadn't even turned on his computer this morning. He couldn't wait to get outside! Rather than being mentally consumed by his work and ignoring everything around him, he left the house in a trance and started walking as if on auto. "I have to call her as soon as I get home." He said. As if he'd forget. The walk seemed somehow nicer today. He heard the hundreds of birds along the tree lined sidewalk, for the first time, felt the sun on his face, and noticed that the air smelled like lemons. He passed the people who walked almost every day in the morning, some vaguely familiar, others, total strangers. Almost every one was walking a dog of some type. Some days he wanted to strangle the ones who didn't clean up after their pets. Today he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was making that call and hearing Gloria's voice again. Back home, even before his shower he walked straight to the phone in his office, and called the number she had written down for him. "Hello?" "Hi. Gloria?" "No Im sorry, she isn't here right now." "May I take a message?" "Um, sure! Will you tell her that Andy called? Here's my number." "Oh sure Andy! She mentioned you this morning. I'm Gina by the way." "Hi Gina," "Do you know what time she'll be back by any chance?" "Well, she just went out to do an estimate, so it shouldn't take long. Couple of hours maybe?" "Oh Well . . . tell her she can call me anytime OK?" "I will Andy, Bye." "Estimate?" he wondered. I should have asked what she does. She's home during the day, and apparently she's living with someone? Room mate? Lover? There were a lot more questions to be answered it seemed. Andy put down the phone and having fired up his computer while talking to Gina, brought up today's quotes and dove right in to what he loved to do. The morning ticked away, and though he was mostly focused on business, he did catch himself constantly glancing up at the clock. He usually had lunch around eleven, and it was time to eat. Walking into the kitchen he remembered Gloria leaning against the counter and stretching out those long beautiful legs. Those sweaty clothes that appeared painted on her body. He haphazardly threw together a turkey sandwich and grabbed a large glass of ice water. He always ate his meals at the dining room table, consciously separating himself from the computer for a while. He never ate his lunch at the computer when he was at work, and he wasn't going to start at home. He finished the sandwich and was chewing on a carrot when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Andy?" "Yes, Gloria! I'm glad you called back." "Of course," . . . "You knew I would." "No, I HOPED you would." He shot back. "OK, So how bout that coffee you promised me?" "Do you want to meet me or should I come pick you up or what?" She asked. . . "And, what are you eating?" "Its a carrot." "You know how you take one bite and chew it forever?" "That!" "Oh," She said, laughing. "It sounds funny." "So, would it be OK if I pick you up?" He asked. "Sure!". . .that would be great." "What time" "How bout an hour then?" "Good," "That will give me a little time to freshen up and I'll be ready to go." "See you soon." "Um. . .Gloria?" "Where do you live?" "Oh, Sorry," She said giggling. "It's the big gray house on the corner behind the Farmer's Market." "I know right where it is." He said smiling. "See ya soon." "OK, see ya Andy." He had an hour to get ready, which was much more time than he'd ever need. Heading upstairs to take a nice long shower, he re-played the events of the previous day in his head. How he had, eventually, met the beautiful dog-walking lady, and who she turned out to be. Luck? Fate? A little bit of both perhaps? There was more to discover about her for sure, but so far, she occupied a strong position in his conscious mind. He stripped out of his damp workout t-shirt and shorts and dropped them to the floor in a lump. Standing naked at the edge of the tub he adjusted the water temperature to 'Hot' and waited for it to appear. Steam started to fill the air, and he stepped in. Grabbing the men's body wash, he started washing off the day's sweat. The stuff had a name like 'Rainforest' or some such nonsense, but he liked the way it made him smell. Having the steaming hot water rain down over his body, and dreaming about Gloria's perfect silhouette in the office doorway, his penis started thickening and quickly grew to its full length. He looked down and realized that his increased blood flow was having another desired effect. That, and the fact that an article he'd read stated that loosing fifteen pounds would add an inch to his member was apparent also. Double bonus! He didn't want to seem too horny at his first, casual little coffee date with Gloria, so his big soapy hands took over, and he pleasured himself to that stunning vision that was permanently printed in his mind. Drying himself off after the shower, he pulled a white polo shirt over his head, put on a pair of freshly washed jeans and slipped into his favorite loafers. No socks of course, that was what the 'old guys' would wear. Smelling fresh, a little swipe of his deodorant was all that was needed. He checked himself out in the mirror before going downstairs. His clothes fit well and he was happy with his new physique. Everything, it seemed was suddenly going his way. New house, new car, new body, new lady, money in the bank. "You big old stud you" He said, poking fun at himself. He smiled broadly to see if his perfect white teeth had any orange pieces of carrot stuck between them. Running his fingers through his hair, looking casual, he was ready to go. Gloria. The big gray house she had told him about was a city landmark. He'd always wanted to see the inside whenever he passed by on his walks. It was a three story victorian with gabled windows that rounded out the corners of upper floors. The wooden front steps were at least seven feet across - he guessed, and looked brand new. The front porch had two rocking chairs with a small table between them, and two huge hanging ferns were flowing gracefully out of their pots from either side of the porch ceiling. He knew the house was old, but someone was obviously taking very good care of the old gal. The front door frame was painted black as were all the window frames, giving the historic house an additional touch of class and modernization. He knocked, and waited, almost breathless with excitement. The door opened and he was greeted by his dream date. Gloria had brushed out her long chestnut colored hair and let it hang over her shoulders. She wore a loose fitting red cotton shirt over her "skinny jeans" and pretty gray sneakers that had a tiny red stripe around the edge. The clouds parted and the voices of angels rang out in his head. "Wow, Gloria, you look great!" He told her, smiling. "You clean up nicely too." She said, holding out her hand for him to shake. Princess quietly growled her disapproval. Just then a very pretty lady with a long black pony tail sticking through the back of a baseball cap walked by. "Oh, Hello!" "I thought I heard the door!" "Andy, this is Gina," He held out his hand, she shook it and they exchanged all the usual pleasantries. He couldn't help but notice that she had a strong hand shake for a woman. "Well, I have work to do in the garden," "Have fun you guys!" And she was off as quickly as she had appeared. "This house is truly incredible." "Do you guys do all the work yourselves?" He asked, taking in the glassy hard wood floors, oriental rugs and period correct furniture. "Oh heavens no!" She said. "The town classifies it as a Historic Structure, so they provide the contractors and some of the funding to keep it in one piece." "It's well over a hundred years old. I did all of the interior design myself though." "I'm an interior decorator, run my little business from upstairs, and this little place is my favorite on-going project." "It never ends though, there's always something that I have to move around or re-do." "Gina handles the exterior, the gardening and all." "The inside is mine." "It's stunning, really Gloria. I'm really impressed." "Are you ready to go?" "Absolutely!" "Where did you have in mind?" "There's a little coffee shop on the corner." "We could walk." "Honestly, I go there all the time." "Would you mind taking a little ride to someplace different?" "You're driving?" "Let's go!" She took his hand and walked him over to the door. Andy knew that taking her in the car would give him more time with her. They could chat along the way, and really get to know each other. Was there real chemistry there, or was it all just lust? There was certainly plenty of that! At least on his part. If he hadn't gotten off in the shower only an hour before, he would have pulled over to the side of the road, slid her seat all the way back and fucked her right there. The red shirt showed a lot more of her body, and indeed, her breasts looked to be a perfect size. Not huge, not small, but the kind he always fantasized about. Looking over at her as she spoke, he could see the outline they made and he had to really concentrate on not getting another hard on. Damn 'increased blood flow'! He thought. But she looked so beautiful sitting in the tan leather passenger seat of his new Jag. Like she was born to be there. They drove about thirty miles to the coast, to a favorite cafe that he'd discovered long ago on a pier. He hardly ever made enough time to go over there, but today was the perfect time to take this gorgeous woman, and show her off. He was a proud man. When he opened the car door for her and she stepped out, only inches from him, he was speechless. She was a stunner. Chatting in the car, he learned that yes, she had her own Interior Decorating business, was moderately successful at it, had two older kids who had moved away, divorced, not seeing anyone (not seriously anyway), loved baseball, red wine, and a good steak. "Holy shit!" He thought, "Jackpot!" She had checked all the right boxes in just one short drive. Now, fucking her by the side of the road had become. . .making long, passionate, love to her by the side of a quiet country road. How things change. Stepping inside, and both having had only a small snack for breakfast, they each ordered a ham and egg sandwich and coffee. Gloria's order was ready first and she asked him if she should go get a table. The place was starting to fill up with the lunch crowd. He pointed out that a small table was open next to the window, and he watched her slowly walk to the table being careful not to spill her hot coffee. "Jesus!" He thought, shaking his head in disbelief. "The person who designed skinny jeans should be given a medal." "I don't usually eat like this," She said, coyly looking over the top of the big sandwich in her hands. "I don't either," He mumbled with a mouthful of his first big bite. "But I'm starving." "Me too," She smiled. "I woke up hungry for anything." "Check please!" The old joke screamed out, silently in his head. After devouring their sandwiches, they sat slowly sipping their coffee and chatting about themselves. Brunch was perfect, and the smell of the sea air made it all seem even better. They occasionally looked out at the waves below, while thinking about what the other had just said. Andy found out more about her kids; Two boys. One was an angel on earth, the other. . .not so much. Adam,(The elder at 22) was the smart one. Always had been. Breezed through school without even trying. He was the one who landed a great job right out of college, and was already thinking about getting married to his long time girlfriend. The other son, Lee,(20) was a handful. He was having a hard time deciding on a career path, hated working, was in and out of rehab, and was just generally drifting through life. "That one," she said, is where my gray hairs come from." Andy couldn't see a single gray hair anywhere on her head, so his dirty little mind wondered where they might be hiding. "How 'bout you Andy?" "Any kids we can trash here at brunch?" "No adorable children for me," He smiled. "I've been single since the day I was born." "Oh, I've had girlfriends and a few good relationships but they all eventually fizzled out." "Everyone said I was happily married to my work, and I guess to a large extent that's true." "Still?" she looked him straight in the eye, with a surprised look on her face. "Well,until lately," He smiled, staring into those hypnotic eyes. "Oh? What's changed?" Looking down into her coffee, already knowing the answer. "You, Gloria," "All I normally think about is my investments." "Now, I think about you." "Well, thank you Andy, I'm very flattered." After a short, slightly uncomfortable silence she said: "So. . .Ready to go then?" "You bet." Once outside, she suggested they walk for a little bit to let that sandwich settle in. She had brought a black leather jacket in case it got cold, and slipped one arm into it. Andy held it up for her to put the other arm in. As she adjusted it and pulled up on the zipper he instinctively reached out to gather her hair from inside the jacket and laid it out over her shoulders. He'd done it for so many other women before, he didn't even hesitate to do it again. "Oh my," She said. "A real gentleman!" "Thank you kind sir" sounding slightly sarcastic, and started to walk away. "I'm sorry Gloria, was fixing your hair out of line?" "Maybe a little," "But don't worry about it." "I liked it." "Seriously, if I . . ." "It's ok Andy,really." She stopped, reached up, and placing her hand lightly on the side of his face, planted a little kiss on his cheek. "Walk with me." They walked along the pier, stopping at the old gift shop. "I love these places." Not even slowing down to see if he was following her. He was. They picked up almost every item in there and made funny little comments about all the touristy stuff. Then more walking, more talking. It was turning out to be a beautiful day. Gloria as it turned out, had an interesting sense of humor. Quick witted, smart and funny, and able to switch back and forth in a heartbeat. She was a joy to listen to and Andy loved to hear her laugh. Her laugh was genuine. . .not the phony, giggly laugh he'd heard from those goofy big city fashion models. Gloria also had a dark side to her humor, and wasn't exactly politically correct. He was intrigued by her openness. She wasn't trying to impress anyone. She was just being herself. It started to get colder, and they both decided to return to the car and call it a day. Gloria said she had a contract to write up, and Andy was already a day behind the market. But he was far from panicked over it. Back at the Jag, he again held the door open for her and watched her slide in. Hopping in his side, he fired up the big V8. "Jeesh," "That's some motor! This is a really beautiful car Andy." "Thanks," I wanted to reward myself after enduring all those years of commuting into the city." It seemed like everybody drove the same two luxury brands, and I wanted to at least be able to find it in a crowded parking lot!" She laughed and said: "Well, you made the right choice," You look good in it too," "It fits you." "Thanks." She tilted the seat back a little to get even more comfortable on the ride home. He so wanted to put his hand on her leg in those skin tight jeans. But after quietly just listening to the music for a minute or so, he said: "Tell me about Gina." How long have you guys known each other?" Staring out the window, she paused for a second to gather her thoughts, wondering where to start. And how much to tell. "I've know Gina since college. She and I were roommates for about three years, then we went our separate ways shortly after graduating. We kept in touch over the years, and after raising our families, finding ourselves single again, decided to share a place in order to save money. We belong to the same gym too, but after putting the workout room in our house, we only go down there to swim. She's really beautiful isn't she?" "She is." Andy didn't want to seem too interested. Gloria was perfect for him, so he was careful not to say the wrong thing. Gina also looked much younger than her years. She was obviously, Italian. Had beautiful, dark skin. Long black shiny hair, big wide dark eyes. They'd only had a quick introduction when he picked up Gloria, but even a blind man could see that she could have any man she wanted at any time. Her figure looked a little bit larger than Gloria. Not heavy at all, or even chubby, and there didn't appear to be an ounce of fat on her. More, European looking. Fuller, somehow. She looked like an Italian actress, whose name he couldn't remember. Very sexy. And mysterious. Even in the baggy jeans and flannel shirt she wore around the house earlier that day, it was obvious that her body was as beautiful as her face. They swam together? He secretly hoped Gloria would invite him to the pool one day so he could see them both in swim suits. That would be a day to remember. The Morning Walk He had a sneaky feeling that he would someday learn a lot more about these two. Pulling back into her driveway, he stopped the car and said: "That was fun," "Thanks for going with me." "I loved it," She said. Maybe we should do dinner sometime." He saw that pretty smile she'd flashed at him when they first saw each other. This time though, it seemed, at least to him, a little more personal. "I'd like that a lot," He said. "I hear good things about that new Italian place down town. Take a look at your schedule and maybe we can make it a date!" "Sounds good!" "I love to eat Italian." I bet you do. He thought. He walked around and watched her slip out of the car. Like a snake shedding its skin. She moved so smoothly. "I'll walk you to the door." He whispered. "You ARE a gentleman!" She cooed. They walked slowly up the big stairs as if neither wanted the day to end. Holding on to every last minute. "So. . .I'll call you then, OK?" "I'm looking forward to it Andy," Thanks again for a really nice day." She took his arm, pulled him in closer and kissed him softly on the lips. "Till next time." She said, turning towards the door. "OK, see you soon." He waited till she was inside and had closed the door before walking to his car. He didn't want to seem TOO anxious, so he waited another day before calling. GINA Once inside Gloria was making a cup of tea when Gina walked back inside, smudges of dirt and potting soil on her clothes and cheek. She threw her dirty gloves in the box with the other gardening tools near the door. "Look at me!" "I'm a mess!" "Please throw the dirty clothes in the laundry room Gina, I just washed this floor." The laundry room was just inside the door from the yard and Gloria hated having to remind her every time she came in, not to drag the whole garden through her clean house. "OK.OK!" "I'm sorry." Gina stepped back into the laundry room and started to slowly unbutton her flannel shirt, facing Gloria, hoping she would watch. Once it was off, she pulled off the soiled sweat pants she'd been working in all day. After starting the washing machine, she walked back into the kitchen dressed only in her bra and panties. "Is this better my dear?" "Is this the way you'd rather see me?" She asked, posing with her hands on her hips. Gloria turned, tea in hand, and said: "Way better. . .Tea?" "Come over here and sit with me." "No thanks babe, I'll just jump in the shower." Before leaving the kitchen, she walked over to Gloria, took hold of her, and kissed her. Hard. Her tongue quickly found Gloria's as it had so many times before. Gloria whimpered while her gorgeous roommate started to nibble at her neck." "Oh yuk!" "You're all wet Gina!" She screamed. "Now you are too sweetie," And I'll just bet you're getting wetter." "Come on, let's take a shower together, then you can finish your tea while you work." She kissed her again, and this time she held her close, pulling her in tighter. Gloria was quickly getting aroused by her sexy roommate pressing her two lovely breasts against her so tightly. She reached around the back of Gina's bra and unhooked it. Letting it fall to the floor, she squeezed at Gina's firm full tits for all she was worth. She kneaded them firmly with both hands while they kissed each other passionately, Gloria sucking on Gina's tongue, while Gina started unbuttoning Gloria's red shirt. Gloria knelt down in front of her girlfriend and kissed her pussy through her damp panties. Gina was holding on to the kitchen table with one hand, her legs spread apart slightly. Gloria ripped at the black panties and pulled them down over Gina's bare feet, spread out her legs farther still, and buried her tongue deep inside her lover. Even after a day of hard work, Gina still had the best tasting pussy ever, she thought to herself. Gina also had Gloria undressed in no time, then laid her down easily on the cool kitchen floor. She put up no resistance when Gina, as usual, took control. As she was pulling down Gloria's soaking wet panties, Gloria couldn't wait to feel the mouth that had driven her to hundreds of incredible orgasms, yet again. Gina too, couldn't wait until Gloria's long, firm legs were wrapped around her back. It had been a long time since they last played. They'd had a kind of falling out over the last year or so, due to stress over the house payments, boyfriends, girlfriends, jealousies, whatever. But all of that was the farthest thing from either of their minds right now as they licked and sucked each other to numerous earth shaking orgasms. They laid naked on the kitchen floor enjoying the cool wood floor against their hot sweaty bodies. Gina again invited Gloria to the shower and this time, after they kissed again, she agreed. Gloria always loved how she could taste herself on Gina's lips after they'd gotten each other off. Stepping into the shower together was as erotic as it had ever been. Slowly soaping, then rinsing off each other's body, gave each woman a close up view of just how beautiful the other one was. Slippery hands moving up and down each other's thighs, lightly teasing the other's pussy, washing each other's breasts slowly and sensually, neither woman wanted the shower to ever end. Gloria never did finish that contract, instead wandering over to Gina's king size feather bed. Gina crawled up next to her and held her in her arms. Facing each other and gently kissing, without speaking, they soon fell asleep wrapped up in each other's soft warm legs. THE DATE As promised, Andy called Gloria, and together they agreed on a date and time to go to dinner. After chatting and cracking each other up on the phone, they were both excited to meet again. They both agreed to try that little Italian restaurant downtown, since it was all anybody was talking about. He made the reservations for six o'clock, and was right on time to pick her up. "You know, it's only a mile or so, would you like to just walk tonight?" She asked, opening the door. "Please Come in!" "Sure that would be nice, especially after eating Italian food ya know?" She had on a black skirt with a sheer blue top that showed a light colored bra underneath. It was the first time he had seen her legs out of sweats or leotards and they were indeed as perfect as he'd envisioned. Muscular and tight, with skin like a girl many years her junior. Not to mention, he'd be trying not to stare at her bra all through dinner. She grabbed the scarf that was draped over the nearby banister, and they were off. Glad that they had made reservations, they were seated before a number of folks, waiting patiently by the door. The two were escorted to the back of the small dining room, a waiter came to politely introduce himself and a small candle at the table illuminated their faces. Everything looked good on the menu and along with their food, they ordered a nice Chianti that the waiter had suggested. Dinner, as expected was amazing, and the wine was one of the best either of them had ever had. Imported from Italy, of course, it was a perfect match to the Lasagna and Veal plates they had ordered. They talked and laughed through dinner, each feeling a little buzz and maybe laughing a little louder than before. After the bottle was finished, they decided on one more glass for the road. "I think we've just found our favorite little restaurant." She said. "Nice having such good food so close to home," And I don't have to worry about driving!" He did of course, have to drive home from Gloria's, but she offered to make hime some coffee before he went home to help him sober up. After paying the check, they walked around downtown, window-shopping, and holding on to each other for balance. They turned the corner for the walk back to Gloria's house, and talked about how nice it was to get to know each other. Neither had been really seeing anyone full time, and they both said they'd like to see more of each other. "Maybe someday you could take me for another ride out of town in that beautiful car of yours." She said, squeezing his arm. He stopped, and looked down into her eyes. They were shining from the reflection of the streetlights. "May I kiss you Gloria?" "Of course." She said, as he leaned down and kissed her. Softly. Their warm lips came together, and it felt so good in the cool night air. She pressed her lips into his a little harder and he responded. They stood there kissing on the sidewalk for a minute, then continued on their path. "You're a great kisser." She said. "Thanks, you're not too shabby yourself." They looked back at each other again and smiled. MORE COFFEE Once inside the house they hung their jackets on the old hall tree near the door, and both went to the kitchen while Gloria brewed a fresh pot of coffee. Andy sat at the table and watched her glide across the floor. Though a little wobbly, she did a great job gathering cups, saucers, milk and sugar, while all the time keeping an eye on the coffee pot. She put it all on a big silver serving tray and said: "Let's go into the living room." Once there, he found a comfy place to sit, on the antique looking couch beside a beautiful coffee table. "Careful it's hot." She said. "So are you." He mumbled. "What did you just say?" "I said you're hot, . . . sorry. . .it must be the wine talking." "Oh, Don't say you're sorry, you'll ruin it!" "Telling a forty-two year old woman that she's hot is quite a compliment!" "Thank you Andy." "Mmmmm, good coffee." He said, trying to change the subject. "I'm glad you like it." "And, thank you for dinner." "It was delicious." "Do you really think so Andy?" "That its good coffee? Yeah, I . . ." "NO silly!" "Do you really think I'm. . .hot?" Making air quotes around the word. "Who's hot?" A voice came from upstairs. It was Gina rapidly coming down the stairs. She was dressed to the nines in a very short skirt, and obviously going out on a date. "Who's hot?" "Mind your own business Gina!" Gloria scolded. "You going out?" "Yup, and if all goes well, I'll won't be back until late tomorrow morning." She said with a naughty smile. She walked over to Andy and shook his hand. "Good to see you again Andy." "I hope dinner was good." "It was great, but". . .before he could continue, Gina leaned over to Gloria, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her hard on the lips, then pulled away slightly and kissed her passionately again. It was clearly more like making out than a casual goodnight between friends. The screen door slammed shut as she made her dramatic exit. So many things were becoming clear. "Sooooo, you're obviously very close to Gina huh?" He stammered. "I am," "I'm sorry you had to see that." "That was just her showing off." "She loves to pull that kind of shit in front of people." "She and I were roommates and later became lovers in college." "I'm sorry if that upsets you." "College is a time of experimentation for a lot of people." "She thought I was pretty, I thought she was pretty." "One thing led to another and one night after way too many margaritas, we ended up in the same bed, and you know, that's how it started." "I hope you're not angry Andy." "Can we still see each other?" "I have so much fun when I'm with you." "I Really do." "I'd love to keep seeing you Gloria." "Any time you want." "I just don't want to cause any . . . you know, PROBLEMS here at home for you." "I like to keep my life as drama-free as much as possible. And besides, you're such a damn good kisser." She laughed. "Good,it's settled then." "How's the coffee?" "Excellent!" "Want another?" "Coffee?" "No, this is good." "No, a kiss." "Want another?" "Oh god yes, I do want another." Gloria, her skirt moving slightly higher as she slid closer to him on the couch, leaned up against him as he put one arm around her shoulder. They looked deeply into each other's eyes for just a moment before they kissed. Their lips were a perfect fit, both warm and soft, and soon her warm, wet tongue parted her lips and searched for his. Their tongues danced together exploring each other's mouth, feeling each other's teeth. Licking and biting each other's lips. She moved closer yet to him as he pulled her in tightly. She broke their kiss and with one hand, pulled her hair back to one side, and threw her head back so he could better reach her neck. Lapping up her scent, kissing every inch of flesh he could find, he was in pure heaven kissing his Gloria, the beautiful woman he'd fantasized about since the first day he saw her. Her thin strong body felt incredible in his arms, then suddenly she lifted her left leg and placed it over his right leg. She straddled his lap and continued to kiss him as his hands, sliding up and down her body found that her skirt was now up around her waist. He started to slip off the couch from her rhythmic grinding against the ever hardening bulge in his slacks. She was so light however, he lifted his legs with her firmly perched atop him, and stretched out along the length of the couch. She dropped one leg to the floor and really started rubbing against him. His hands pulled her against him by her impossibly perfect ass, and she started moaning in his ear as if she was close to orgasm. Now that her skirt was no longer an issue, he slid his hand under her body reaching for her pussy. Sliding down along her stomach, his finger tips passed under the silky waste band of her panties and over a small, soft tuft of hair and felt for her wetness. She moaned out even louder when he touched her there, and started bucking against his hand furiously, rubbing her clit between his fingers. He grabbed a handful of her moist hot cunt, and slid his finger inside her. Her body shook with a powerful orgasm and she dropped onto his chest. Kissing her head through her hair, and stroking her back softly, he couldn't believe what had just happened. After a few minutes, he whispered in her ear: "I think I should take off." Gloria slowly sat up and swigged a mouthful of cold coffee. He shifted his legs so she had a better place to sit. After a couple minutes, she winked at him and said: "No way buddy," You're not done yet." You still have some coffee left." Gloria picked up his legs, draped them over hers, and started to massage his feet and legs. The wine was having it's usual effect on the brain, and he zoned out to better enjoy the feeling of Gloria's hands on his body. Her hands were strong yet careful. She knew when and where to press and when to ease up. He knew this treatment was going to travel directly to his dick and this time he didn't curse his increased blood flow. Her hand traveled slowly to his upper thigh, still massaging his muscles without stopping. The obvious tent in his pants got her attention. "Oh my!" She said," What do we have here?" And her thin, strong fingers caressed him through his pants. Rubbing his cock up and down that way was driving him crazy. She squeezed it firmly, then released, and continued her stroking. She could tell by his heavy breathing that he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. She reached up for his zipper, lowered it and reached inside his pants for what she really wanted. She set his raging hard on free, held it in her hand, and climbed back on top of him. She easily slipped his hard cock inside herself. Grinding on him again, she brought herself to another powerful orgasm, while burying him deeply inside her. She sat up straight when she came, arching her back, and slowly fucked the last of her cum out of herself. She quickly slid down off of him, and kneeling next to the couch, plunged his hard wet dick into her mouth. It was all Andy could take, and he came in a long series of pulsing blasts that stormed their way down her hungry throat. She licked up every drop that she'd missed, and in a while, helped him get his pants back on. They kissed more lovingly while they stood at the door, and neither wanted to say goodnight. They didn't. He woke up the next morning tangled in her hair, with her arm lying across his chest. He was in no hurry to wake her up. BREAKFAST IN BED Gloria's fingers started to wiggle as she dreamed and she woke with a start. Her normally perfect hair was tossed and twisted and knotted and covering her face. She brushed it away and squinted through sleepy eyes at Andy lying wide awake next to her. "Good morning." She whispered. "How'd you sleep?" "Like a baby, you?" "It was more like a coma," "What a night huh?" "It was amazing." He said, turning to face her. "Are you hungry?" She asked, smiling. "I am." "What would you like?" "You." Andy raised himself up on one arm and leaned over to kiss her adorable, smiling face. Even with the crazy messed up hair and less makeup, he couldn't believe how pretty she was. His hand slid across to her far side, and came back up along her ribs. She inhaled deeply as his warm hands approached her breast, signaling that she too, was hungry. He dragged his fingers lightly over her skin, from her tight, smooth belly to her neck, teasing her along the way. He softly held one breast in his hand and his thumb started to rub her nipple. It got hard and raised up, as if to say: "Suck me." He sat up and knelt next to her, knees against her side, lightly massaged each breast, teasing her nipples. Running his fingers up and down her long, tight body, she closed her eyes and let him take her away. He bent over and kissed her entire torso, lingering at her belly button, then licking the underside of her breasts, and finally stopping at, and caressing, her soft, warm neck. Her breathing was heavy and she squirmed under him as he licked her neck and gently bit at her nipples. His hand slowly made its way to her long legs and the top of her thighs. He dragged his hand to the very top of her inner thigh. Gently pinching the soft area just short of her wetness, she started to moan in ecstasy and wanton lust. His fingers brushed over her soft hair, and she nearly came from the anticipation. Her hips raised off the mattress to meet his fingers again, but still, he held back. He teased her soft outer lips before running his middle finger down very low, below her excited, engorged pussy. He pressed in on the soft fleshy part of her body that she thought no man was even aware of. Rubbing the tiny hairs there had her again raising her hips to find his fingers. Her arm still by her side, eyes closed, she reached out to hold his hard cock. She found it, stroked it and he pulled away. "Not yet young lady, not yet." His fingers moved up to separate her soft bikini waxed lips, and he slowly slid his middle finger inside her, completely, without stopping. It was exactly what she's been waiting for. One hand gently finger-fucked her for a few minutes, while the other was tightly squeezing her nipples between his fingers. She was panting now, and Andy knew she needed more. He shifted himself down between her legs, and she automatically spread them open for him. He'd done enough teasing of this poor girl, so he lowered his mouth directly onto her shiny, wet pussy and drove his tongue inside her. She squealed out loud feeling his warm tongue finally on her, and bucked her hips against his face. Moving up slightly to suck on her clit, he also put two fingers in her and made a scissors like movement back and forth with them. Reaching for and finding her G spot, he lapped up her juices like a hungry dog. "Oh MY GOD ANDY!" "IM CUMMING!" "OH SHIT! OH GOD. . OH GOD OH GOD." Gloria, convulsing and shaking from head to toe, held his head with both hands, then reached out to hold her lover. "Well, good morning Gloria." He whispered into her ear. "Holy shit, you're good!" She muttered, again trying to brush away all the tangled up hair swirling around her face. "Holy shit." After a little cuddling, she said: "And what can I do for you lover?"