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Dating Divorcees

By: Egmont Grigor



CHAPTER 1

Between dates, yet again, Ray Haig wondered which was worst -- being divorced by your partner who found she had the hots for someone else, or coping with the aftermath? Being told the deteriorating marriage was over had come as a shock but the shock soon faded and gradually his good mood returned. Once the dissolution was in effect, he'd assumed within a relatively short time life would be back to near normal and he'd have a new babe under his wing.

Not so.

Half the city seemed to know he was a divorcee and some guys as well as most gals he and Julie had cultivated as 'friends' since coming to the city did their best to avoid him. Some were rather rude about it. What crap was that? He hadn't acquired a dreaded disease or was wearing unwashed underpants. The hurtful part was some of those had been his friends and not really Julie's.

Ray was IT (information technology) manager at Kingston Law, largest law firm in the city, so had the divorce handled on his side at mates' rates as Julie did working as legal executive at another law firm. She left the city with Peter Dawson or Black Pete as Ray called him, a professional studio photographer who's reputedly fucked half of his female clients according to what one of Julie's friends told someone who told Ray's attorney. Ray had given Julie one-fifty bucks for her birthday and she decided to get herself photographed and hang 'the artwork' in the bedroom. She hadn't met Black Pete until then. They fell for each other.

Julie took the best car, the trailer boat and the cabin, selling them. That left Ray with the house and its big mortgage but that suited him fine; it was best house in the street and probably the best for several streets as well.

Finding women to date rather than to fuck was Ray's problem. A member at Bayfield County Club, he played golf off scratch, two shots lower that the club professional and three shots lower than the assistant pro which was a bit embarrassing for them because females on low handicaps came to Ray for free tips to sort out minor problems with their game. His coaching manner was cheerful and two pats on the ass and most of his grateful 'students' appeared prepared give him more than a big thank you. Trouble was most were married; the unmarried ones tended to have poor bodies and were single because they were off-hand about sex.

At the office some of the married women in his department invited him around for a meal and there would be another guest, a single woman. But apart from a couple of lucky strikes the outcomes were all similar. They all wanted to know why he'd divorced and when he said because his wife ran off with another guy they tended to lose interest in him. Presumably they thought in that case Ray was a difficult guy to live with. It reached a stage where Ray was thinking the zip in his pants was redundant when he suddenly thought of something about those two women who'd pulled their skirt zips for him. He'd not called them after the rather indifferent sex because they were divorcees. Did that mean divorcees were desperate for it or we willing to give it to a likely guy on the first date to try to make something happen?

Almost stunned with enlightenment, Ray arranged to have coffee that afternoon with his mentor, Pamela Kingston, current managing partner, married to a much older man. Ray had tailed her a couple of times -- at her request -- when she was between lovers.

"Here's your coffee Ray. Dating anyone yet?"

"Thanks Pam. As a matter of fact women seem to be avoiding me."

"I could go through our client list for you if you wish, looking for likely lays. You're good looking with a fine physique and are only twenty-six."

"Twenty-nine actually. I know you think of me as your toy boy. But that's a great offer. I was wondering though if you could give me a list of divorced women clients, say twenty-two to thirty."

"I'll look at doing that but it won't be a large list. The big bracket is thirty-five to fifty. Is that all you want?"

"Yeah."

"Well finish your coffee and go. I'm busy. But feel free to give me a call if you want me to sleep with you."

Pam aged fifty-four had been a surprise bundle sexually. She spent heaps on her body and went three times a week to the gym. Ray had suspected she might be good in bed because she had that laidback sexy air about her. Her skin was in better nick that some women of half her age. It turned out she really moved her ass in bed, being rather like a coiled spring. Oh boy, did she work him hard.

The next day Pam's PA handed Ray a list.

"Mrs Kingston requests you handle this information in absolute confidence."

"Thanks Penny," Ray said, taking in Penny's perfume. "Would you care to have a meal out with me one evening?"

"Fuck off Ray. You know I'm married."

Before he had time to feel rejected she smiled. "Pity about that Ray. I bet I would find you are a real goer."

"You're a lovely lady," he grinned. She clicked-clicked away on her heels to file her nails or whatever PA's do.

Ray knew that ethically Pam was taking a risk being involved like this so he scanned the list into an encrypted file in his computer and shredded the paper. That evening he stayed behind and brought up files of the women on that file and copied the profile of each woman to his 'dating' file. Photos of the some of the women had been scanned into their personal file. That was very handy because Ray's minimum requirements for a date were good looks and a good body. He was aware that eliminated some potentially great women but that was a standard and they, if they dated him, would find they had a date with good looks and a good body. Friendliness, intellect and the other things that gave rise to compatibility would reveal themselves later.

Using the photos Ray produced an initial list of twelve women to approach. Methodology was his next concern. It he called them and said how about a date, he could blow his chances. No way. He decided to borrow a little of the technique of stalkers.

MEGAN DANE. Megan had remained working after her divorce, naturally, and the file gave her work address. Ray waited outside the accountant's office where she worked and spotted her leaving on the second evening of his vigil. It was dead easy. She went to a bar with another woman who left after one drink.

"Hi, I'm Rayner Haig and work at Kingston Law in computers. I seem to recall your face as a client?"

"Yes, Malcolm Little is my attorney. I'm Megan Dane. You have a great memory. I haven't been in your offices for some eighteen months. May I buy you a drink?"

"That would be lovely," Ray said, not doing what most males would do and say he'd order his drink and one for her. If Megan bought him a drink he had her attention for at least the time he took to finish that drink, providing he didn't prove objectionable.

The next evening they went into the movie and during a tear-jerking bit Ray reached for Megan's hand and she held it, wiping at her tears with her other hand. Half a minute later she squeezed the hand she was holding. Before long she placed their hands on her thigh and unclasped her hand, but holding hers loosely on top of his. Ray took the plunge and dipped his hand under her skirt. As soon as his fingers touched between Megan's upper thighs she widened them.

Dead easy.

She took him home and fucked nervously.

"God I needed that."

"I'll fuck you as often as you wish."

"Really?"

"Ray, the truth is I'm divorced and am looking for a new husband. Does that worry you?"

"No of course not. As it happens I received my dissolution of marriage notice two months ago."

"Oh this is marvelous. Do you have much money?"

It was like a short one act play. Ray said no, not much. They had coffee and as she was leaving Megan said coldly she didn't want to see him again.

BRIGIT O'REILLY. Contact with Brigit was easy. She was a junior grade teacher and he was standing opposite the school after the kids had gone off, waiting for her, with bristling Brigit walked over to him and said, "May I ask the nature of you business in standing opposite our school?"

"Yes certainly. My name is Rayner Haig. I drove past yesterday and saw your blonde hair and the caring way you were saying goodbye to the kids as they were boarding the bus. My heart took a leap. I came back today to see if I could grab a chance to talk to you and lo, you walked across the road and we're talking."

"Do you have ID?"

Ray handed over his driver's license.

"Well at least you are who you say you are. We are obliged to report loiterers."

Ray said she older needed to call Kingston Law and someone would vouch for him.

"Kingston Law handled my divorce."

"Oh, was that Bill James, Marion Wright, Jessie Joyce-Smith..."

Brigit said it was Jessie.

The next evening Brigit took Ray to her bed and within fifteen minutes Ray was gasping, his balls heavy with the need to release.

Brigit had insisted they undress in the dark and as soon as they were in bed she announced, "I don't feel comfortable about this."

Then she said, "Ugh, please don't try to lick me down there."

"You're too big for me, it's hurting me."

"No way will I suck you off as you term it."

Brigit remained in bed, allowing Ray to find his own way out, his balls giving him great pain.

MARLENE ROGERS. The first night they went to the movies, the second night to a dine and dance place and the third night they went to bed after eating take-outs. It was glorious, and they went at it three times and again in the morning. As Ray was wiping come over her breasts she yawned and checked the bedside clock. 

"That was great Ray, really great. I'm sorry it's over. My fiancé returns home tonight."

Ray was working late on his monthly report when Pam came into his office.

"I'm horny."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"In the ass, over your desk."

He locked the door and patted her ass. She murmured nice and leaned in to him. Pam was the easiest fucks Ray had ever known. Two kisses, two heavy rubs of her breasts and she was ready... breathing heavily, eyes flashing and she'd already be generating extra moisture in pussy. This time she pulled a tube of lube from her handbag and left it beside her as she leaned face down on to the desk, leaving Ray to throw up her skirt and pull off her panties. While he worked at her butt she finger-fucked and she was bucking and they were exchanging obscenities, both really in the mood for this and both climaxed passionately.

"Towel pleases my young fucker."

Fortunately Ray kept one and condoms in his bottom draw, just in case of an office encounter like this. 

"That was truly great Ray. How are your encounters off that list going?"

Ray related his tales of woe.

"So you really are doing this in the hope of finding a new wife?"

"Yes," he said dully.

"Show me that list I gave you."

Ray brought it up on-screen and Pam looked down the original list of thirty-three names and picked out one not on the reduced list of twelve because there was not photo on her file and the reason for her divorce from her banker husband was her infidelity. 

"Try her. She could be just right for you."

"But she brought on the divorce because of her infidelity."

"Oh my, you have bothered to study their details. She is one of my clients and the reason for her infidelity was she wasn't getting enough at home."

ANNIE WISEMAN. The file indicated Annie lived at home so Ray called her but her mother said she'd returned to work and was away for a month receiving refresher training. 

"May I leave her a note to call you?"

Ray said yes and left his name and phone number and added, "The purpose of me call is to arrange a date."

"Oooh," said Mrs Wiseman (Annie had returned to her family name). "You sound very nice."

Ray laughed and said to Mrs Wiseman to have a great day.

BRENDA MULLHOLLAND. While waiting for contact with Annie that might or might no eventuate, Ray worked through two more possible contacts -- both of whom wanted nothing to do with him -- and then petite Brenda answered the call when he approached her when she was sitting on a park seat eating lunch outside the computer center where she worked.

He attempted the pick-up line of having seen her at Kingston Law and she said doubtfully that was three years ago.

"I thought I recognized your face."

"That is not an original pick-up line." She and the two other young women with her laughed but Ray took charge.

"Since it appears we have made contact, may I take you to a movie?"

"And then what?"

"What does one usually do after being at a movie?"

Brenda and her friends giggled when she said, "Go to bed."

Ray said solemnly, "I usually go to supper. So you are saying yes to a movie and supper?"

"No I am not."

"Here's my ID -- I'm IT manager at Kingston Law."

The three women looked at him with interest.

"I'll go out with you. I'm a computer programmer."

"Shut up Minky. Um Ray asked me first. Are you married Ray?"

"No divorced."

"Same here. Yes I'll go out with you tomorrow night. My boyfriend will be away at basketball with his friends and then they'll go drinking."

Brenda wouldn't allow Ray to touch her at the movies or in the restaurant but when they were leaving the restaurant she asked, "Can we go somewhere?"

"What to me house?"

"Yes, an excellent idea. I'll then be able to tell whether to switch from Mike to you."

Brenda was awed by Ray's house. She went through every room like a real estate appraiser and then said, "Yes, I could live comfortably here. What does your salary and any other income add up to?"

Ray doubled his salary and combining a figure for non-existent income the information made Brenda's income."

"Well all that checks out," she said reaching for the button above the zip of her skirt. "Let's see if you pass the sexual compatibility test."

Brenda allowed Ray to do all the work, but he managed to get her off twice. He fumed, concluding she was a taker with little to give. She hadn't shown any real interest in him at all but did answer his questions about her background. He thought she would have stripped assets off one husband and now was looking to repeat the process. Perhaps there was a way to get rid of her easily. He soaked a finger in her pussy and pushed it against her anus.

"No not there!" she shrieked

"Oh come in Brenda. It's my favorite spot. What we have just completed were the preliminaries."

His finger popped in."

"Get away from my you beast. I'm out of here."

"Oh, I'm so sorry you think like that. I thought we were getting along so well. I imagined you here cooking and keeping the house tidy and doing the flower garden maintenance, hosing down the outside of the house twice a month...ah well, clean up in the bathroom and I'll call a cab."

YVONNE DRINKWATER. It turned out she'd not reverted to her family name. Ray had known her at high school as Yvonne Delacruz but hadn't recognized her from the photograph, as she looked rather sophisticated these days with her hair now chestnut. She was a partner in the buyout of Black Pete's photography studio.

He walked straight in, identified himself and Yvonne's mouth dropped open and she hugged and kissed him. 

"God, I wished you'd dated me at high school but you never looked at me."

"Well you sure turned out a picture," Ray said, holding out a handful of hair and looking at her breasts said, "Wow."

She frowned.

He asked was she happily married, expecting her to say no, happily divorced, but Yvonne burst into tears. That gave him the opportunity to comfort her but we he ran a hand over her breasts she pulled his hand away and then pulled away from him.

"I think we would go out to dinner and talk about your troubled times. You appear to need a sympathetic ear."

"No."

They talked so more and then Yvonne sighed and said he was helping her to relax.

He repeated the invitation to dine out but she said no. Ray noticed the no was much closer to a yes so stayed on working at it.

It was disastrous.

She was in need of a sympathetic ear. Ray didn't mind speaking kindly to her but she still burst into tears three times. In the cab she actually pulled his hand around her and didn't pull away when he cupped the very firm breast. If they had implants the surgeon must have used concrete.

He went to leave her at the door without attempting to kiss when she said, "Pay off the cabbie and come inside for...for coffee."

The hesitation was caught by Ray's cock, which began to firm. When he entered the small house Yvonne was on the sofa and looked straight at his bulge -- or perhaps his knees. It was hard to tell. Perhaps it was his fancy belt buckle. Did it matter? She was on the sofa and he couldn't smell coffee. She held out her arms.

They were all ready. Her panties were somewhere across the room and her cunt juices were flowing. As he was about to insert she shrilled, "Stop! I can't go on with this. I live in hope that Danny will come back to me."

They talked for an hour and then Ray went home where he fell on to the sofa and masturbated, not wishing to suffer blue balls.

Ray sighed as he took his soaked handkerchief to the laundry. What a waste. He knew what he was experiencing: the downside of divorce. Some emotionally down women who might take years to mend. For some the hurt could be permanent. He thought his mission to sink his shaft was too callous, quite the wrong thing for some of these women. He decided to try to find a married woman in need of an affair and then realized he already had one on tap: Pam.

CHAPTER 2

Ray was removing a hard drive from a computer when an athletic-looking woman with long raven hair knocked and asked, "Ray?"

"Yes, come in."

She entered and coolly watched his eyes roam over her breasts and check out her hips and lower legs. "I have just come from Pam my attorney. She said you had been attempting to contact me for social reasons on her recommendation. I'm Annie Wiseman. Around three months ago you left a phone call with my mother."

"It's a late response but dinner tonight?"

"You know nothing about me."

"I'll know a little more about you and you about me after we have chatted over a cocktail and then dinner."

"There's nothing slow about you is there?"

He mocked her, saying he had no idea what she was on about and that earned him a soft smile. "I understand you are divorced and work as a radiologist?"

"Correct, and you divorced earlier this year as well?"

"Yes, no strings attached and no hang-ups."

"That mirrors my situation. But I've decided not to rush into anything Ray. I did that last time and look where it got me."

"That suits me find. Let's start out paddling and if we feel confident take the next step and try swimming."

"You're thinking breast stroking?"

"Perhaps you would be more comfortable trying butterfly, saving freestyle till last."

She smiled. "Pam said you knew how to act cool. You... um... have you and Pam?"

"Please keep this to yourself, but the answer is yes... we both had a need."

"I like your honesty. Your spirit appears generous and free. I don't feel I'm flying yet and so have kept away from men. Pam believes you might be good for me."

"Well this is a most promising start Annie. Dinner tonight?"

"I have a yoga class that I could cancel but I'm free tomorrow night."

Ray suggested the Tokyo Restaurant at 7:30 tomorrow and she said that sounded great. She would book.

As she was leaving Annie turned and said, "Thank you for not saying no, that you'd book. I admire males who don't attempt to control a woman."

Ray just smiled and nodded, knowing there were some statements that should be left unanswered.

He called Pam.

"Yes."

"It's Ray. Annie is gorgeous."

"My advice is sophistication and proceed slowly. When the honey pot becomes accessible, proceed cautiously. She still feels wounded. Bye."


Dating Divorcees



Ray was pleased his thinking on this matched Pam's. He hoped Annie felt at least a little excited about him; he felt she'd be Mrs Right for him. Time would tell. He should remember not to screw up and to remember she was still hurt -- no Pam's description was more graphic, she still felt wounded. Ah yes, and smarting from having one's life turned on its head; he'd experienced that. The difference between Annie and him was he'd reached stage he felt relief when his wife moved to end their marriage; although by then she was not living with him he'd been too afraid to let her go. How fucking stupid!

Tokyo was a large restaurant but divided into zones by lines of booths. The area where Ray was sitting had ten tables, so it was reasonably quiet and intimate, Japanese style. He frowned thinking he'd not asked Annie did she like that cuisine. Conversation around him, although low, died. He looked up and spotted Annie being led to him, in a shimmering green strapless dress and patterned black stockings, plenty of leg showing. She looked stunning. He stood proudly and almost expected to be applauded.

Ray almost panicked and realized that was because he was so keen to do the right thing. When she reached the table should he just nod and turn a palm to indicate her chair? That was stupid, he'd be standing against a chair and there was only one other chair at the table. Should he just hold her shoulders, delicately and briefly? Oh, her grinned inanely as she came right up to him. He deepened his grin, his mind a blank. She kissed him on one cheek and then the other and was then sat.

"Are you going to join me?" she chuckled. "I thought we were to meet in the bar?"

"The bar? Oh god, I forgot I said that."

She smiled and told him to take a deep breath, that there was no need to be nervous. "I guess you are not used to dining out since...well since you know when?"

"I-I..." He didn't want to lie to her. Miraculously a waiter appeared and they decided on cocktails.

"I apologize for this dress being so sexy. Most of my clothes are still packed away. I'm still working up confidence to move out of my parent's home. I wasn't sure if pants and a top would be acceptable here."

"You looked so stunning when you entered I lost my mind."

"Oh dear, I hope you weren't thinking of having your way with me?"

Ray sat dumbly. How did one answer that?

"I see she said," pursing her lips. "Well, could I say certainly not on a first date and for that matter not anytime soon. I'm in no mood to rush into anything."

"I can understand that and totally agree. You are the one who matters to you; pace yourself."

Annie looked quite startled. "Although you are a divorcee I'm surprised you'd think like that, being male."

"I was fortunate. Pam took me under her wing and was gentle with me."

Annie colored and said, "That was very nice of her but should you be talking to me about such a relationship with Pam? It is adultery." 

"Does that behavior make me evil?"

"No. Pam certainly is not evil and would be unlikely to associate with you or even have you working in her offices if she thought adversely about you."

"That's true."

"Ray, I'll be gentle with you. You are wounded."

He looked at Annie open mouthed.

"What, is my eye makeup awry?"

"No, your lovely face is fine. You just surprised me. I'd though you were the wounded one."

"That's an apt description for us both. If this works out well tonight, as I feel it will, it could be mutually beneficial if we continue dating."

"What you and me?"

"Yes, of course. I wasn't planning to set you up with someone else."

Ray sipped his vodka Martini wondering why his level of verbalization was on a part with the cockroaches in the kitchen. Some women including his mom called him debonair, but suaveness had nose-dived this evening. At that moment he knew what it was, he was in awe of her. Potentially she was so right for him and he was acting like a village buffoon. And she threw him a lifeline, a topic he could speak intelligently about even if buffoon mode.

"You described my face as lovely. Was that a throw-away line or was something on your mind?"

Ray gazed at her. "Speaking honestly, you come close to being beautiful. Your face is classically oval and your complexion is near to being olive, most suitable for your long black hair and deep green eyes. To me you are indeed beautiful."

"Oooh, a compliment. And what else have you noticed?"

"Um, how is the cocktail?"

"Good. Come on: don't be evasive. I saw you noting my breasts the other day."

"Please pull them out and I'll attempt to give you a meaningful opinion."

She giggled and said he did have humor. She'd begun to worry about that. She switched to his interest in the arts and then to recreational interests and his replies appeared to be favorably received.

"Do you enjoy sex?"

Ray looked for the arrival of wait staff with their meal but no-none was in sight. He was on his own.

"I can take it or leave it."

"Liar."

He grinned sheepishly and said he'd attempted to give the reply that could satisfy her.

"How about the truth."

"I live for it. There's nothing better; good sex makes my mind and body soar."

Annie bit her lip. So Ray told her to say it.

"Me too."

The wait staff arrived with some of their order, saving Annie from embarrassment. Whenever he looked at her she'd been looking at him and would smile before turning away. So he asked, "Have I made you feel good about yourself?"

She looked astonished and said yes and thereafter their evening went ever so well.

They went their way in separate cabs. Before parting Ray kissed her on both cheeks and then full on the lips.

"Let's try to make it happen."

"Yes," she whispered, looking at him with huge eyes.

As he was driven off Ray made fists of his hands. He resolved, nothing would stand in their way; it would happen.

Two nights later Annie called Ray, tension in her voice.

He said hi and asked was she okay.

"I think so."

He remained mute.

"My ex has called. Things are not working out for him; he suggests we have a trial reconciliation."

"Okay," Ray said slowly, thinking slow was the best response he could give her. "That could be good or bad. Would you like to discuss it with me?"

"Yes, definitely."

"Okay, do you run?"

"Yes, a bit. I rather like it."

"How far can you manage?"

"Three miles is good, providing I set the pace."

"Okay, keep calm about this Annie. What say we meet at the rowing boat sheds tomorrow evening at 6:15? We'll do the beginner's circuit -- that's 3.5 miles. Can we manage that as well as talk?"

"Yes."

"Good. Are you still looking beautiful?"

"No, I've been crying."

"Good."

"What?"

"That should tell you something. Call a girlfriend. I'm at work and will be working on an emergency until possibly midnight. I did a random audit and found our dual back-up system has failed for the past three nights. I'm doing a manual and looking for the fault in the auto system; I suspect a software blip. No data has been lost."

"I'll let you get back to your work. It wasn't a good time to call you. Sorry."

"There was great need for you to call me, and I'm glad you did."

Ray was doing stretches when Annie arrived. He saw the long legs right up to the very short running shorts and said. "Fuck me."

She laughed a little self-consciously and said, "Excuse me?"

He blushed. "Sorry, you weren't meant to hear that. I saw your legs and my response was meant to be a whisper but it emerged as a blurt."

"You are crude."

"Especially when confronted by acres of beautifully sculptured leg."

"Come on, enough flirting. Off we go."

They settled into her speed and rhythm and she asked, "Do you have anything to tell me?"

"Yes, that kiss we exchanged before getting into our cabs the other night was a kiss made in heaven."

"God, you are such a flirt."

"It gets worst Annie. After you called last night and I was waiting for the verification of the manual backup to finish I began thinking of your pussy."

"Ray, please. How can you expect me to pound pavement when you're talking to me like that?"

"And it's so politically incorrect from me to talk to you like that."

"Yes. I mean no. Oh what do I mean?"

"What you mean is I shouldn't be teasing you."

"Teasing. So you weren't thinking about my... er... pussy?"

"Young lady, I plead guilty. I was thinking about your pussy, even attempting to picture it."

Annie stopped running.

Caught be surprise Ray ran on a few paces and then walked back. She was having a blow.

"Are you okay?"

"Just catching my breath but I feel wonderful. What you said a minute ago has left me feeling like a princess. No one has spoken tenderly like that for a long time."

"But the topic offends you."

"Astonishing as it may seem, no."

Ray moved in and they kissed, long and tenderly.

"Mom is expecting you for dinner. They usually eat early but she is delaying dinner till 7:30."

"That sounds very good. What does you mother think about my appearance on the scene?"

"She is heartened and says she's already noticed an improvement in my spirit."

"Right, on we go."

When they were settled in Ray asked, "Why did you and your ex split?"

"It began slowly with me beginning to suspect he was lying to me. Some friends and I had occasionally seen him in the company of a woman. His explanation was she was his PA and yet after several such reported sightings, when I enquired at his office I found his present PA had been his PA for three years and was dark auburn hair and forty-five years of age rather than being blonde and around thirty years of age that was the woman my husband alleged to me was his PA. I had him followed to a conference were photographs were taken of him sharing accommodation with a blonde woman and kissing her passionately in view of the public. I confronted him with the photographs. He denied he was the man or that he knew the woman. I then showed him a photo of the woman I'd taken from his wallet and he denied that photo had ever been in his wallet. So I sought dissolution of our marriage and we reached financial settlement without requiring the intervention of the court. We disposed of all of our shared assets, taking half of the proceeds of sale."

"I can accept that was a painful period in your life."

"Yes and thank you. Let's stop for a breather. So, what should I do? Shoot him?"

"No. Has the blonde returned to the city?"

"Yes, I made enquiries yesterday. She's even back into her old job with more money."

Ray kissed her, ignoring her plea, "Don't, I'm sweating."

"We'll be kissing when you're sweating much more profusely that this."

She giggled.

Ray said, "Right, this is what I suggest you do. Every time he calls or emails you just simply state, 'I remain uncertain; I need more time to think about it."

"What will that achieve? Oh wait, yes I see. Oh it is almost as good as shooting the jerk; he might be waiting a year or more waiting for my answer before giving up. That's brilliant."

Annie's mother Pauline was embarrassingly over-the-top, almost curtsying to Ray on his arrival. Her desire to have he daughter married again, successfully, stood out a mile. The guy lurking in the background was her father Owen.

"Owen, don't be so rude. Come forward and meet our dinner guest."

"Can we eat now? They've made me wait well beyond normal dinner time and I'm starving."

"Owen!" his wife shrieked.

"Yes dear?"

Pauline counted to five and said more calmly, "The drinks please."

The women ordered wine and looking at Owen's potbelly Ray ordered beer, larger if Owen had it.

"Got a six-pack today in case you ordered that," Owen beamed. "I drink dark beer. Pauline was waxing on about you so much I thought you'd drink wine with one finger held up in the air for sure."

Ray glanced at Pauline and caught the murderous look before it hid behind a new smile.

"Owen likes his little jokes," she said through clenched teeth.

Annie remained nervously silent.

Owen handed the women their drinks and passing Ray his beer said, "The wife tells me you are big time into computers. Corporate stuff."

"Yes. Do you have a computer?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do."

"Problems?"

"Yeah, come through and have a look. It's very slow to load and often freezes."

"Sounds like faulty memory or not enough space on your main drive."

"What's that? Owen said as they left the room, not hearing Pauline's whine that dinner was ready."

"Christ Owen, how old is this computer."

"I bought it secondhand about twelve years ago."

Ray deleted everything in the Delete file and then checked C-drive and found it jammed-packed.

"When did you last initiate Disk Cleanup and defrag?"

"What's that?"

"Come on, we'll go back for dinner and return afterwards. The problem is lack of housekeeping. I'll clean out the garbage. I'll bring a small program when I come next time that will clean away all garbage every Sunday or the next day you reboot, er I mean start your computer. The software won't cost you anything."

"I like the sound of that. Let's go and eat."

As Annie walked with Ray out to his cab Annie said, holding his hand as if determined to prevent him from groping, "Mom can't believe it. Dad is treating you like a best pal and you scarcely spoke to her apart from complimenting her three times on the quality of the meal."

"Well you dad was amazed how much faster his ancient computer is running and he found I was interest in sport and I agreed with him that women tend to talk too much when they are together."

"You didn't?"

"I share his view."

"God, no wonder you two were staring as mom and I were catching up on things on what happened today."

"Is discussing new season's colors catching up?"

"Yes, it's part of it. Daughters are supposed to keep their mothers up to date."

Ray said, "Oh", earning a big sigh from Annie.

At the cab Ray turned to kiss Annie and she said, "Do you have low sex drive?"

"I don't think so."

Annie seemed to be choosing her words carefully. "My understanding is when men have a few drinks they tend to grope. Some men grope without having anything to drink."

"Woman must hate guys who are like that," Ray said, kissing her firmly and climbing into the cab.

Annie stood waving, looking somewhat bewildered.

Ray was almost asleep when his phone went.

"Hi, it's Annie. I want you to try to grope me whether you are drunk or sober, though carefully choosing the moment. Good night."

Ray scratched his balls and said aloud, "What the fuck was that about? She could have told me that the next time we meet. It was something that would keep. Perhaps she's REALLY wants me to grope. It would be a lot easier if she said what she wants."

He went to sleep in half a dream, with motor mechanics standing around him searing for the fault in his sex drive.

Two days later Annie and Ray met for lunch. He greeted her head-on, kissing, and as he went in her placed a hand over her right breast. Annie pulled out of the kiss, a deeply satisfied smile on her face.

* * *

After a meeting of the executive committee at which Ray successfully sought changes to the policy on computer equipment upgrading and replacement, Pam asked Ray to stay behind. He wondered if he were to be advised about a bonus he'd not been expecting. He was disappointed.

"I'm checking to see how your relationship with Ms Beautiful is going? I saw her on a legal matter yesterday. She looks very well."

Ray didn't reply. He assumed Ms Beautiful had said something and Pam was about to relay it. But all she said was, "Well off you go, I'm busy."

What the fuck was that about?

An hour later Pam's PA Penny dropped a folder on to Ray's desk and smiled, sitting on the edge of his desk, showing plenty of leg because she was in a short skirt and allowing him to drink in French perfume. At least he assumed it was French, the way it was doing things to the finely tuned parts of his senses.

"I'm relaxed coming into your office now I understand Miss Wiseman and you are teamed up."

"Does that mean you now feel it's permissible to bend over my desk for me?"

Penny's eyes bulged until she caught Ray's relaxed smile. She giggled and relaxed and they chatted. Before leaving she went off and fetched Ray a cup of coffee without it being requested.

"Bend over me Penny to allow me to inhale your fragrance."

"Ahhhhhhh."

"I'm glad you like it."

"Do you dab it on your breasts?"

"Yes. You seem to know a lot about perfume."

"Show my how far down do you dab it Penny."

"Mr Haig," Penny said, cheeks flaming. "You have come close to committing a reportable offence. If I weren't flattered I would be upset."

"Good girl Penny."

"Mrs Kingston seems concerned about your sex drive. How wrong can she be?"

Ray patted his crotch as Penny walked away, murmuring, "Yes guys, it is a great ass. So Annie was worried about his sexuality and had confided in Pam who'd confided in Penny. 

It was a conference brochure and Pam had circled an address to be followed by workshop sessions on the theme, 'Corporate IT Strategies.' Pam's knowledge about computers was limited to the keyboard functionality and the print button. The venue was a desert resort 400 miles away he'd often wondered about visiting -- fly in Friday afternoon; fly out anytime Sunday.

Perfect.

He dropped the brochure back to Penny and said he'd go. She looked up from word-processing, fingers moving at frenetic speed, and smiled secretively. "Okay. Off you go; I'm busy." Next morning Penny with a stupid smile handed Ray air bookings and hotel accommodation confirmations and muttered something Ray vaguely thought sounded like, "I wish I were going..." He missed the rest. As Penny went to walk off Ray smacked her ass. She proceeded on her way, swinging it excessively. Where was the threat to complain?

Ray checked the flight times and noted the bookings were for two persons. He checked and the room was a suite. Was Penny going with him? He looked at the scrawl at the bottom of the required authorization from Pam. She'd added a note, 'Take your partner Annie.'

CHAPTER 3

As Ray watched Annie delicately slide a piece of lobster into her mouth, watching him watching her, he said, "This is short notice but I'm off to a conference this weekend at a desert resort. I was surprised I got on after the closing date for bookings." 

Annie swallowed the morsel and fluttered her eyelashes at him. "I'll miss you."

"It's a weekend event."

"I'll still miss you."

"Then come with me. You'll only have to take Friday off work."

"Oh that would be lovely. I know our workload this Friday is light."

Ray watched Annie's face change and knew this would happen. She was appalled at the thought.

"W-will that mean we'll sleep together?"

"It-it is a suite and I don't know how many bedrooms it has. I could change to two single rooms."

"No," Annie smiled. "You'll need to be looked after. Oh this is such a wonderful offer. I've been dreaming night after night of sleeping with you."

Ray dabbed his forehead with his napkin. "D-dreaming of it?"

"Yes. I've practically given up. You don't seem to want to lure me into bed with you. I was worried stress of your divorce may have taken time to sink in, now taking your sex drive."

"Y-you want sex?"

"Yes of course. I'm still wounded but that doesn't mean I'm off sex."

"Then what does wounded mean?"

"I'm not sure. An oversupply of dejection I suppose. Does it really matter?"

"What, wanting sex?"

"No you fool, worrying about dejection."

Ray felt a huge flow of confidence speed to his groin. "Does this mean we can have sex tonight."

That tempted Annie but then, "No darling. Let's wait till we hit the resort. Now you must go and buy new clothes tomorrow. This will be just like our honeymoon."




Dating Divorcees



Ray missed the H-word. "What's wrong with the clothes I have?"

"Ray."

He recognized the tone. "Yes mom... I mean yes Annie. I'll shop tomorrow."

The flight was delayed by a flight deck instrumentation fault and Annie and Ray arrived with some other delegates on their flight with the cocktail party already started.

"Oh I'm so disappointed," Annie said. "I had imagined we'd have sex in the spa pool before dressing for the cocktail party.

"Does our suite have a spa pool?"

"I don't know; I meant the public spa pool."

Annie looked inscrutable. Ray couldn't tell if his leg was being pulled.

Ray booked in and they were taken to their luxury accommodation at the side of the huge swimming pool.

They were delighted at the size of the suite and its facilities but thought the décor was overdone. Ray kissed Annie and then pulled down her top and bra and licked her breasts. She giggled and pushed him away and said to go off to his cocktail party.

"I'll wait for you."

"But I won't know anyone."

"Well that's the purpose of the cocktail party."

"In that case go and I'll have a bath and join you there later. Can you get it up when drunk?"

"What?"

Ray's problem was Annie had never talked to him like that.

She laughed and said she would take his surprise reaction as confirmation that he could.

The party was in full swing when people began looking at the entrance. Miss Universe was standing there, dressed in very short red, top and bottom, and six inch red heels. She was no bimbo because she had long black hair, pulled high.

Ray turned back to his buddies and laughed with the others when someone cracked, "She's the most fuckable woman here."

"Fuck she's coming over to us," said the wisecracker. They all turned and then Ray recognized Miss Sensation in red was Annie. He went to her, took her arm and kissed her cheek and grabbed a champagne cocktail off the tray of a passing waiter.

"Guys, this is Annie. Annie this is Grant, that's Bill, the guy with the cute accent is Philippe and this is Roebuck."

When they all had kissed Annie, Ray turned tactical. "Guys Annie was in two minds about coming to this session because she doesn't know anyone.

Roebuck released one piercing whistle and his elegant wife answered the call and Gaylene was introduced to Annie. Within a minute three other women arrived and then the four women went off with their new friend Annie.

"Well done Roebuck," said Ray gratefully. "Philippe, what's this crap we are hearing about self-repairing computers? Surely that applies only to the software and perhaps memory, not to the hardware?" 

Away from the men Gaylene said to Annie, "We drink away from the men because they talk about computers. We prefer talking about sex and shopping. What is your attitude about men shaving their sex gear Annie?"

The group around Annie moved in much tighter.

Annie and Ray lurched into their suite just after 2:00, used the two bathrooms and flopped on to the bed, falling asleep still fully dressed apart from their shoes.

Ray awoke in the morning to find Annie was attempting to undress him.

"Need a pee and a drink of water."

"Me too," she yawned.

They returned, nude.

"God, your dick is big. Have you thought of shaving those hairy balls?"

"If you want to shave me and keep up the maintenance, go ahead. Look at your tits will you. What beauties to slobber over."

She giggled nervously but held his gaze.

They were both so horny they didn't waste much time fiddling around.

"Have you kept you cunt open and ready over recent months with a dildo?"

"Ray, you don't ask a lady a question like that."

"I was worried about you not being ready for this fellow and I didn't want to hurt you."

"Oh, I see. Go ahead and give me your best shot. I promise you won't cause me any distress."

"Ah good. And into the butt is okay?"

"Ray, please. You don't talk to a lady like that."

Pulling Annie gently over to the sofa, Ray placed her on her back comfortably, pulling her right leg out to rest on the ground and to open her up. He then kept his left foot on the floor and placing his other leg over Annie moved in.

"Feed it in darling," he leered.

Annie who'd playing with her nipples cooed, "As first mate on this love ship it is a great honor to be asked to assist in docking. Oooh, its hard and dribbling already. Here we go, up the Panama," she said, leaning up to watch the docking.

"Oooh darling, your are making my sensors sing as I feel your big thick helmet push though the entrance of my cunt. Oooh. Oooh."

"Gawd, you are so tight Annie. Oooh, oooh, oooh."

"There you go darling, just a steady push will have you up knocking at my cervix."

"Are you protected?"

"No."

"Oh crap, I need to pull out and fetch a condom."

"It doesn't matter. I feel ready to have a baby if you happen to shoot good live rounds into me."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. But how did you feel about it?"

"I'm still in shock."

"Answer the question."

"If I make you pregnant will you marry me?"

"Yes, providing you ask nicely and promise a secure future for me and our offspring."

"How many?" Okay, start moving you ass."

"You seem to have a preoccupation with my ass."

"It's a great one, almost as alluring as your tits."

"Well, that's nature isn't it? We can have a doggie next but leave the ass until tonight."

"One thing at the time Annie. Your cunt spread out for me like this is just great. I am so lucky to have you."

"Oh darling," said Annie, and screamed into an orgasm.

On the flight home Ray invited Annie to move in with him. She agreed, with kisses.

Driving away from the airport he said, "You know I've always wondered why you don't seem to have been angry with Pam your attorney giving me your address and telling me you were divorced. Most people would regard that as a breach of client confidentiality.

Annie pulled Ray against her and kissed him. "There was no breach. I had noticed you during my two previous visits to your offices and asked Pam to arrange for you and me to meet. And don't look so surprised. Men are not the only sex capable of strategic thinking."

THE END