mature xxx

To all the women reading this, especially the younger ones, I am a woman in my late twenties. I have been involved with a man years my senior for some time now. Mature men really know how to please a woman; their experience and knowledge of sex just can’t be compared with the ‘boys’. Put simply, they know what hot sex is.

The evening was cool and still, as she waited at the bus stop. The other students in her class had caught the earlier bus. Now, if only she hadn’t had to stay behind to talk to her tutor, she would have been home by now. Talk? Well, yes, her marks were down, the lessons were just so damned boring, and she preferred to be out partying. And so, she had a little talk with her tutor. The poor fellow hadn’t been able to keep his eyes of her when she had leaned over his desk. Then when she had let her firm young breasts almost drop out of her blouse, he had almost choked. A smug little grin crept over her sweet lips.

That mid term paper would no longer be a problem.

A car passed by, slowing down, and one of the boys leaned out to wolf whistled at her. She smiled, she knew her skirt was way too short, and her long black boots accentuated it. She liked it. They loved it! (more…)

Lisa was crying as she locked her bedroom door. She realized Matt’s mom had seduced her. Last night his dad seduced her. She knew she should feel used and angry but they opened some passions in her she never knew she had. She remembered Brenda’s last words to her. “It’s OK.”

Maybe it was OK? It felt so good. So as long as they both agreed maybe it was OK? For her whole life she had been told that sex should only be with the one you love. If that was so why did it feel so good? What would be the consequence of messing around with Matt’s Mom and Dad? She knew Matt would not be happy but who would tell him? Matt would not find out from his parents and definitely not from her.

She heard Brenda come up the stairs and head to her bedroom. Suddenly, she heard voices. Steve must have been in the bedroom all the time they were on the patio. He must have watched as Brenda removed her bikini and touched her pussy until she climaxed. She wondered if it had been pre-planned? She slowly opened her door and walked softly to their bedroom door. She heard Brenda ask Steve: “Did you see me touch Lisa’s pussy?” (more…)

Whitney Holliday looked over herself one last time in the mirror. She couldn’t believe this; when she was growing up and raising her family, she imagined retiring and living alone with her husband in their home in the suburbs of Philadelphia, with her son and daughter off to make their way in the world. How cruel a trick fate had played on them all: her husband had run off with another (younger) woman when she was forty-three, and her twenty-two year old daughter Christy had moved back in with her a year later after finishing college. It wasn’t her daughter’s presence that bugged Whitney; it was the lack of a masculine presence. She had her husband had always had an active and pleasurable sex life, even after he started his affair that led to the demise of their marriage. When he left, it was like an addict quitting cold turkey: she was always agitated, irritable, and just generally unpleasant to be around.

Now Whitney was forty-five, and she had gotten used to the lack of physical intimacy she endured, and having Christy around made life more tolerable. They became better friends than they had been while she was growing up. Tonight they were going to a club in downtown Philly to watch a rock concert by Christy’s boyfriend’s band. She had dressed modestly enough: a sleeveless T-shirt with a pair of blue Capri jeans and non-descript boots. Although she longed to meet a man, if only to fuck her senseless for one night, she never wanted to come across as desperate. Christy came into her mother’s room and looked with her mother in the mirror. A lot of mothers are confused as siblings with their young adult children; these two women fit that analogy perfectly. (more…)

When I think back it is still a little hard to believe this really happened but this really happened. My job had taken me to Sacramento where I lived out of a hotel room for months on end. I did make it back home for the odd weekend but being single I availed myself of the local beauty and the friendly environs of Sacramento.

It was my practice to come back to the hotel, freshen up for dinner and then spend a little time in the hotel bar. I had made friends with the barmaid and she was always trying to set me up with some stranger. I didn’t think a lot of her taste in women but I did appreciate the effort. More than once she tried to fix me up with a married woman and while back then I didn’t make married women off limits I still preferred single women. On this particular evening I sat down at the bar and Sunny brought me my usual drink. I had noticed a beautiful blond sitting nearby but being rather tired I had already decided to have a couple of drinks and then retire to my room.

Well, Sunny wasn’t having any part of that and before I knew it she was introducing me to the blond. “Peter, this is Melanie.” We said hi to each other and went through the usual list of what we do and why we were there. Melanie was rather chatty and where she was also beautiful I had no problem giving her all my attentions. We had decided sitting at the bar was a little uncomfortable and had moved to one of the near by sofas. (more…)

He stopped running, hit the button on his watch and started his cool down walk up the driveway. In the pre-dawn light he could see the well secluded home through the trees. To the casual observer no one would have noticed the outside lights along the drive and around landscaped were out; but to those that knew would have known the lights were never off.

He quietly opened the door and locked it behind him as he flicked on the three outside light switches. The smell of fresh coffee made him smile as he kicked off his running shoes and socks. The house was dark, save a light in the kitchen and down the hall, he padded into the kitchen poured himself a cup of coffee and then preceded down the hallway. He stopped in the bathroom to relieve himself and wash his face. Then with coffee cup in hand he went to the light at the end of the hall.

She was in bed with the covers pulled up; a small touch lamp was set on the dimmest setting. “Hi there” she said. “Hi, coffee is excellent this morning” he said as he took a sip. “So how was your run this morning?” she asked. “Not bad for a cat that wasn’t built to run.” He was right she thought, if a cheetah was built to run long and fast, then he was a tiger. Thick, strong and powerful, she smiled to herself, he was built, but not for speed. He pulled off his T-shirt and sat next to her on the bed. The healthy smell of his body hit her, and like some kind of drug her heart started to increase its beat as a sly smile crossed her face.

He looked at her and said, “So you look all smug and cozy this morning.” (more…)

I awoke to bright sunlight in my face.

“Damn!”

I should have drawn the shades closed last night. Reaching over I hit the play button on my stereo. The soothing flow of hard rock music calmed my senses. I know, I know, soothing hard rock is an oxymoron. But that’s the way I am. I lay in bed sinking into the moment, not yet ready to face the day of grad school. The long classes and short breaks. Then my tummy rumbled bringing me back to reality. It was time for breakfast. Or going by the time more like lunch! My mind was churning, looking for the quickest way with the least fuss. Of course, lunch at Subway.

Then in a flash I knew why I needed, no, more like wanted to go to the sub-shop. I had been there yesterday. And there was this “sandwich artiste” who caught my eye. She was around 5′ 4,” brunette with an average body but with curves in all the right places. Just the way I like it. No anorexic females for me! Her face would have been average had it not been the eyes. The eyes were large and black and when she looked at me she kept eye contact and I felt drawn in. She was probably in her early thirties. Older women make my juices flow. And then she had uttered the words,

“So what have you been up to today?” (more…)

“Atkins, can you spare one of those peach-colored roses for me today?”

I looked up at Mrs. Deershorn sticking her head out the window above me. The sweet old lady was about 65 and lived in the floor above me in this small apartment complex. I had moved in about 4 months earlier after a bad breakup with my longtime girlfriend. One of the reasons I took this room was the availability of a garden out my back patio. I had always loved gardening and in my mixed-up emotional state it was great solace.

Because of good rain and bright sunshine this season, I had enjoyed some luck with the roses I planted. Mrs. Deershorn had only a window box at her upstairs apartment and was thrilled to learn a gardener had moved in downstairs. Whenever I thought of it, I would drop off a few cut roses and we would talk about flowers and gardens and her grandchildren.

Despite the time I spent with her — usually only a half hour or so at a time — I really knew little about her. I knew she had two grandchildren who would visit occasionally. She used to be married, but hadn’t been for some time, divorce, death, I didn’t know. But she wasn’t married now. Her two-bedroom apartment was modestly furnished but everything was neat and clean. She did some sewing in the second bedroom, mostly clothes for her grandchildren. And then there were her flowers. (more…)

Johanna has been my girlfriend for many years. And in that time, I have come to know all of her family. I want to relate something that happened two months ago. Johanna and I were supposed to take a trip to Manhattan to see her aunt. At the last minute, Johanna was given a special project at work. It would mean that our trip would be delayed by a few days.

Johanna suggested that I take the plane to New York by myself, and she would meet me there in a few days. I argued that I didn’t know her aunt except for the one time I had met her and that I could wait for her. As usual, with our arguments, Johanna won. So on Friday morning, I boarded the plane by myself. A few hours later, I was in a cab headed for Manhattan. I reached the address that was given me and found it to be in a very upscale neighborhood. All the brownstones were well cared for, the streets were tree-lined and clean.

When I rang the door, a voice answered on the intercom. “Hello! Who is it?” I hate talking into any kind of intercom. But I pushed my face next to the screen and answered. “Hello, aunt Kat, it’s me, Carl. You know, Johanna’s boyfriend?” I heard her soft chuckle and then the door buzzer sounded. I pushed the door open and walked into a big foyer. It was big and old looking. As well as being immaculately clean. It must have looked this way years earlier, when this area was inhabited by the more affluent of New York. I took the little elevator up to the third floor. (more…)

I was a pretty normal kid growing up in the 80’s and early 90’s in Iowa. I had neither good looks nor a great body. In fact I was thin, but that was the factor that led to a glorious episode in my early life. I was trying to bulk up for a place on the school baseball team, though I’m not sure if the phrase “bulk-up” was known in 92. Used home “gyms” could be purchased through local newspaper ads for $50, but I didn’t even have that much money.

My mother was giving me some odd jobs to do for bucks and giving me encouragement. She happened to mention my efforts to our neighbors across the back fence, who happened to be the local Scoutmaster and his wife. I’d been in scouts for a couple years, but dropped out after a while. It was fun to camp, but the scoutmaster and staff always seemed to want to keep us real busy. He’d been 20 years in the military and it showed.

Carol, the scoutmaster’s wife had been my second grade teacher for six months when the regular teacher had an operation. She also taught Sunday school occasionally when a regular person was sick or something. She was nice looking, but an adult, and I didn’t know her that well. I’d had a few very brief conversations over the fence when mowing the yard, or if I had to talk to her husband about a merit badge or something and I’d gone to their house. That was it. Anyway, one day when my mom was hanging on the back fence talking to Carol, the subject of my trying to get some equipment came up. Carol said she’d been thinking about working out, too, and that maybe we could share. My mother even got interested, so we three got a used Precor home gym set-up for little money and set it up in Carol’s basement.
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In a few months time I was going to be 18 years old, a fit guy with nothing much to do. I had two months to kill between leaving school and going to university. Many of my friends were spending their time backpacking around the World, but I didn’t fancy doing that. I decided to try and get some work experience and build up some funds so I wouldn’t spend my university years as a typical poor student. I didn’t really want the sort of job where I was expected to get up early every morning, and spend five whole days a week in a boring office or local supermarket.

It was my mum’s idea. She suggested that I offer my services to neighbours doing basic gardening and handy man work. So I placed an advert in the local shop and sorted through the tools in the garage to make sure I had the right equipment for doing the job.

After a few days I’d received only one enquiry and I made arrangements to visit my new client, a Mrs McNeil. It was a hot sunny day, and after a shower I laid out on the bed the clothes I was going to wear. I love getting dressed in front of my full length bedroom mirror. I dried myself with the towel, and then gazed at my image in the mirror. Not too bad I thought as I lazily fondled my cock. It was getting semi-hard, and like any teenager I felt the urge to lie on my bed, and slowly wank myself whilst watching in the mirror. I resisted, as I was already running late for my appointment. I slipped into a pair of shorts and a cut off T-shirt and went off to see Mrs McNeil.
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It had been a long vacation. Karan had insisted on a long holiday and she and Karan had gone away for a fortnight to Mauritius with their close friends Simran and Rajeev. The holiday in itself had been fun, though these adventures often left Sunita wondering about the contrast between what the movies showed, and how her own married life seemed to be. In the movies, the couple would frisk around and be passionate with each other. Karan was more interested in sporting his dark glasses and looking good and cheesy around the pool and beach. He and Rajeev had spent a fair bit of their time eyeing the beautiful women in evidence.

She didn’t mind that. In fact, she encouraged it with the hope that in bed it would make him more of a tiger. She wondered where all that fascination for women went when she was in bed with him. He would either spend the night drinking into the wee hours so she was dog tired by the time he came to bed. Or when he did come to bed and make love to her, it was his usual unimaginative man-on-top style.

Sitting there in the setting sun of Mumbai, having returned from the vacation she and Karan were staying at Rajeev’s before flying out to Bangalore. Sunita idly remembered the one day Karan had been very drunk and very passionate in moving in on her after one night at the disco in Mauritius.

He had come so quickly because of his own arousal and in his haste to pull out of her had spattered his cum all over her. She rubbed the crotch of her jeans as she relived that moment of intense dissatisfaction when all the build up of caresses and close dancing was spent in one gush of torrid cumming. (more…)

I first met Louise one night, many years ago, when she and her husband, Ross, ventured into the coffeehouse establishment where my band and I were performing. They were immediately noticeable, as they were easily the oldest couple in the room and tended to stand out rather dramatically amongst the usual rabble of rowdy college students.

During one of our breaks, they managed to flag down one of the band members, who later introduced them to the rest of us. They both seemed very nice and were full of intelligent, insightful questions relating to the music business and the local music scene in general, so conversation was easy and never strained.

We warmed to them rather quickly, and before long they became regulars at the coffeehouse whenever we were performing there, even following us to other venues around the city.

We were invited to dinner and enjoyed the company and the cooking. As time went on, we became more and more frequently invited for dinner parties and social get-togethers, and our friendship grew.

When a day arrived when we found ourselves in need of a new house to rent, Louise took it upon herself to search the rental housing in her neighborhood and, as luck would have it, located the perfect house for us that was only two houses away from her own. As neighbors, we were constantly visiting back and forth and, as Louise was as much a coffee fanatic as I, I spent a great many of my mornings sharing coffee at her kitchen table and gossiping. The bond of friendship between all of us grew even more, and most especially between Louise and me, who shared many countless hours together, several days a week, sharing confidences and even intimate details about ourselves, and others, over our morning coffees.
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I was a typical over-sexed boy. It was the 50’s and young people didn’t engage in sexual activities like they do today. At least I didn’t. I was kind of nerdy, wore glasses, a bookworm, excelled in the classroom but not on the athletic field. I also masturbated a lot.

I was dating the only girl I ever really dated in school and she was as sexually naive as I was plus she had some other sexual hang ups which I didn’t discover until we eventually married. But that’s another story.

It was not a typical weekday afternoon. Not typical in the sense that my parents were both out of town and I was alone in my house. My dad had gone to a labor union convention and my mother went with him. It was one of the few times that they left me alone - but not without some adult supervision as I was soon to discover.

Late afternoon, home from school, house to myself, I did what many teen-age boys are prone to do. I turned the radio on to a Top 40 station and turned up the volume. I pulled one of my older brother’s girlie magazines out from it’s hiding place, took off all my clothes and lay down on my bed. Soon I was immersed in the pictures of ladies with big tits, fantasizing and jacking off with carefree abandon. (more…)

As I was pulling out of the driveway going to work being happy it was Wednesday and the week was half over, I happened to look behind me to make sure there was nothing in back of my car. As I did I saw the plastic cleaner/laundry bag hanging in the back of my wife’s car. I figured she had forgotten to bring it in last night after her volunteer work was done at the local Servicemen club. You see each Tuesday and Thursday Alice works at a Servicemen Club and always takes a change of outfits with her just in case someone or something spills coffee or juice on her.

That actually happened once and she had to work with her boobs all wet from a drink being spilt down the front of her. She told me how embarrassed she was when her nipples stood out prominently against the front of her blouse all dam night for the “boys” to see. She calls them the “boys” because they are much younger than she is. She told me she got quiet a lot of looks from the soldiers and a few sexual offers of which she laughed off. But, from then on Alice always took a change of clothes. She told me all the ladies did. I have met many of the people who work there and felt they were a very decent group, but were mostly women. They did have two fairly large guys to help with the heavy work and maybe to handle a soldier who might get out of hand from time to time. But by and large the women run the place, and Alice was one of the new evening supervisors who handled the finances. (more…)

After my rather drunken night, I was a little apprehensive about going down to breakfast and seeing James the young waiter or Henri the barmen, with whom hubby Tom had shared me the previous night. All sorts of thoughts went through my mind - that it would be all over the hotel, that having had a bit of fun with an older woman they would treat me as a bit of a joke or a slut.

Hubby had reassured me that he had been up for it as much as I had and he had really enjoyed himself - perhaps even too much as he was more dead than alive.

For myself, when I woke, I was tired and my body felt as if it had been trampled by a herd of elephants. I was still in my garter belt and stockings although the latter were laddered and the former covered in dried cum as were my breasts, hair and pubic hair. The memories came flooding back of a night when for the first time in my life I had set absolutely no limits and really let myself go.

As I showered, the memory of taking cock after cock in all my orifices came flooding back and how after Henri had really buggered my virgin rear, the other guys had also taken turns there and how I had ended up being triply penetrated and loving it!
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Flo lived in the same apartment building I lived in. I was 22 at the time and hadn’t met anyone in this new town. I had just gotten my first job after finishing college. It was the early 60’s, and I was lonely and horny. Flo was a single mother who had a 2 year old daughter named Dana. Her boyfriend had left her with the child and disappeared as soon as she told him she was pregnant. Flo was 38 years old and looked like Anna Maria Albergetti. She was always short of money and borrowing it from whoever would lend it to her. One day she came to my door and knocked on it asking for 5 dollars to buy some food. I gave it to her and felt I was doing a good deed.

Within a few weeks she seemed to be showing up every day to borrow some money. After this had happened several times I asked her when she was going to pay me back. She told me her next welfare check would come tomorrow and she would give me the money she owed me. The next day came and she gave me the money. I really felt sorry for her so I told her I would pay for a babysitter and take her to dinner, no strings attached, just because she deserved a break. That evening I dressed for in a suit I wore to work, and she dressed in a cute dress. (more…)

We hadn’t spoken for weeks when Kait sent me an email from two time zones away. When Kait sends any ‘report’ from the front line of her life it indicates that something serious is happening. More than three lines suggests that emotions have been tampered with, sex is on the horizon or there’s a ‘what do you think about this’ question to ponder.

Now, any email from Kait can brighten a day, in the same way as she had brightened my life, but for months they’d been short, succinct and with no big news to report. Her life seemed to be in a steady routine, flat lining way below exhilarating and just slightly above mundane.

She told me how she’d met him. There had been a bunch of them in a hot tub, Kait in a borrowed bikini. What started out as a night with a few friends turned into quite a party as more and more people showed up. (more…)

It was a quiet place, on the edge of the college campus, in an old building that had seen better days, with slightly slanted floors and an inevitable draft that seemed to disappear only on the hottest of summer days. It had been a speakeasy during Prohibition and the first owner made the not-so-successful transition to neighborhood bar, but through the years the locals had drifted out to the suburbs.

The college kids, for the most part, found more attraction in the lights and excitement on campus or downtown, to the east. The old wooden bar itself was an old relic, polished by elbows and bar rags and bearing a scar or two in tribute to more colorful times. The lighting during the day was soft, sunlight fighting its way through old scratched windows with once-fashionable signage and during bad weather or at night by flickering fluorescents on the high ceiling. The floor was an easy-to-maintain institutional tile of a dark red color, never looking clean when polished nor exceptionally dirty when not. The barstools were a mix of the old shiny red leather with brass tacks and a few more recent replacements in black and chrome. (more…)

Sally West had something of a reputation amongst my coworkers for being a bitch. She often would complain about her orders, finding the silliest excuses to call back and make us come back out to her house. The other drivers hated her so much they always took her order last, which of course infuriated her even more. For some reason, though, she seemed to like me; maybe it’s just that I was the ‘new guy,’ or maybe, in light of later events, it was something else. Regardless, she eventually started requesting me whenever she would order, which prompted my boss (a lecherous old Italian) to rib me incessantly. “Your girlfriend called for you,” he’d say. “She said she wants you to bring her a pizza and then eat her pussy. Heh.” I took it in stride, but after the night I’m about to relate, I hid a secret smile whenever he’d heckle me.

The ‘events’ to which I’m referring occurred on a gloomy, rainy evening in early spring. It was still relatively cold, but I had forgotten to wear my jacket, so I was quite miserably cold and wet. I pulled up to her little house around nine o’clock, after business had slowed down somewhat, and carried her pizza to her door, knocking. By this time I’d learned most of the things that she expected in order to not become annoyed. She always wanted a receipt, she wanted her pizza hot but not soggy, she wanted me to knock on the door instead of ringing the doorbell. So I did all these things as usual, shivering as I waited for her to answer the door. (more…)

Maybe it is a hold over from ten thousand years ago when animals gathered together as fall turned into winter. For what ever reason it has held that the fall is the start of the social season for the human species as well.

It was a ritual for me to step out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around my head. Kenny would be there naked on the bed with his strong hard cock in hand. He would say “Wilda you are so fucking sexy. I love to see you naked walking around with those gorgeous tits bouncing for my enjoyment. Why don’t you come over here lay down, spread your legs and let me lick that sweet clean pussy.”

I laughed and asked “Why do you always take things into your own hands? It is always hard before I get a chance to play with it. You know I love to suck your cock when it is soft and feel it grow in my mouth.” Then I would go over to the bed and bent over taking his cock in my mouth. I love to suck cock. For the last two weeks I have only sucked Kenny’s cock. I had not seen nor been with Don since the night I had my first threesome with these two guys. (more…)

She came the same time every morning. She would enter the dark stable, her long skirt rustling as she walked. She never smiled and never said so much as a “good morning.” She would ask for her horse and I would hold the reins as she mounted the chestnut stallion. She never needed help getting on the animal. She would throw one muscular leg over the saddle and pull herself into position. Taking the reins from me, she would thank me and then gallop off into the early morning.

I once asked my father, who is the groundskeeper for the Wentworth estate, why Mrs. Wentworth never wore pants when she rode. Although ladies wore long dresses and skirts, it was still acceptable to wear riding pants when horseback riding. I made the mistake of showing my ignorance in front of some other workers who started snickering. My father pulled me aside to explain. (more…)

Things seemed to return to normal for Adam after his inadvertent, but very exciting, observation of Janey and Paula through the window of the back room office. He had made it a point to stop by the morning after and clean up the wall and floor of the corner where he had masturbated while watching the two women.

Well, normal except for two things. First of all, every time Adam saw Janey and Paula standing anywhere close to each other images of their bodies locked together flashed into his mind. He also found that now that he knew about their, well, “relationship” was the word, he guessed; that he was able to pick up on subtle clues he had missed before. The two women touched more than he had ever realized. Nothing overt, the brushing of fingers as they passed each other, simple touches on arms and shoulders that lingered just a little, looks exchanged across a display that seemed to shut out everyone else.
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Sandra’s nerves were on edge. As she checked into the hotel she didn’t notice the appreciative glances of the male business travellers that made up the majority of the hotel’s mid-week clientele. All she could think of was her interview tomorrow. After years of study she’d finally gained her PhD and now she was about to enter the real world. Her research had been well received by the business community and five prestigious multinationals had contacted her, requesting a meeting. Tomorrow she had her first interview. It was the one that mattered the most. She knew that if she made a good impression on the president of this company she could expect a six figure salary and a start whirlwind career. She was so nervous she thought she was going to throw up.

The receptionist handed her a key card and watched the tall blonde walk towards the elevators, discreetly stroking his bulge as he imagined those long, shapely legs wrapped around him. As she entered the elevator he caught a last glimpse of her generous cleavage as she leaned forward to press the correct button. He toyed with the idea of sneaking up to her floor at the end of his shift and offer his services. She’d seemed a bit uptight and he knew a trick or two that could solve the situation. (more…)

I set out at 10:00 that night. I was 18 years old, it was summertime and I was bored. I was going to go cruise Noland Road, the main strip in my area of Kansas City, and hoped to find some action.

I got onto the strip from the highway, and headed north. The drag was only about a mile long, and you would pretty much just go from one end to the other, stopping in parking lots along the way to have a beer or to talk to people that you knew, or some group of girls if you were lucky. As I drove I could see that this wasn’t going to be a really exciting night. The cops were everywhere and had obviously run most the kids off. I decided that I would hang out in the parking lot of the big discount store at the end of the street where everyone turned around to head back down the road. I thought this would be a good place to see what might be going on.
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He was 25 years old and gorgeous. Tall, slender, blue-eyed, wide shoulders, trim hips and waist, with the build of an athlete. He looked very good and very sexy in a business suit. I knew that he was a swimmer because I had seen the photographs on his desk that showed him receiving various medals in college.

I was also considered tall and not bad looking. At 40 I still managed to maintain my girlish figure by a strict regimen of diet and exercises which included swimming. 5 ft. 7 in., 140 pounds, 36 C, and generally well proportioned everywhere else. Because my legs were very nice I usually wore mini skirts to the office. I noticed that he noticed.

We often talked about his swimming career and how devastated he was when he had not been chosen by his coach at the University of Florida to represent them on the Olympics team tryouts. One Friday in the coffee room at the office he complained that the pool at his apartment had developed a leak and was going to be closed for quite some time. (more…)