Well, guess who showed up at the lake yesterday afternoon?
I was walking as I always do when the milf of the other day came across the path from a bench by the lake, and said, “Hi! Can I walk with you?”
I said, “You can. But this would be more fun for me if you walked ahead of me.” She hesitated a second, and didn’t quite get it, and then suddenly had the look of understanding, followed by a laugh, and the words, “You’re slipping. You didn’t ask me if you could compliment me.” So I asked, “May I pay you a compliment?”, to which she replied, “Of course.”
I leaned back a little and with exaggerated movement my head and upper body, and a very serious face, looked her up and down and leaned a little sideways to feign checking her out around back, while she was smiling and silently shaking her head. I said, “You look very nice today.” She had on a pair of navy blue shorts and a white blouse with enough open buttons to show off some very nice tanned cleavage. She said, “Thank you very much. Not exactly a bikini, but I like the way this outfit looks.” I complimented her again, and we began walking side by side and talking about just “things”.
I learned that she lives a few blocks from the lake with her 15 year old and 17 year old daughters, is 42 years old and has been divorced a little over 10 years. She works as an emergency department nurse in the county operated medical center, drives a Subaru station wagon, in which she transports her Samoyed, thinks she talks too much, is addicted to music, loves to dance, tries to be athletic but really just loves to be a bum and lay around reading and listening to music, and did she mention she talks too much?
It felt a little bit like what happens when you open a 50 grain sack and turn it over: you get an instant uncontrolled flow, followed by an abrupt ending the it’s finally empty. Other than learning a lot of details of her life and incidentally being saved from talking about myself while she told me about herself, I got the distinct sense that she wanted to make an impression on me, and she might lack male company other than at work. Every so often I lubricated a word with a smile and slipped it sideways into the stream of consciousness that was happening along side of me, not so much to contribute to the conversation as to let her know that I was listening. As she was talking about how she came to be single, I stopped walking for a moment as I touched her arm to interrupt her. As she turned to face me I smiled and said, “By the way, did I mention that you have a nice ass?” She replied, “I was hoping someone would notice.” While I was listening, I was also thinking how and where I might want this to go.
As we passed by the restaurant on the edge of the lake where I had encountered her before, I asked if I might buy her a bite to eat or perhaps a glass of wine. She said, “I would like that.” and she suggested an inside table. There was only one other inside table occupied. When we were seated I ordered a Stella and she asked for white wine: “Nothing fancy. I like the cheap stuff.” As we sat talking, the subject shifted to me and she was leaning forward a bit and listening. I realized that I had a very nice view down her blouse. I also realized that she didn’t appear to be wearing a bra.
We talked and ate; I was thinking that it was a nice afternoon and even if I didn’t get to be a little outrageous -which of course is back where this started- I was having a fine day. As we finished, she said she wanted to walk off the food and wine, and we continued down the path away from the beach and restaurant. As we were walking, I said, “That was fun. Ive had better food, but the company was good and the view was outstanding!” She laughed and said, “Yeah, I saw you trying to look down my blouse.!” I replied, “well, lady, I repeat myself when I say, ‘nice tits’, and if you’re going to have your blouse opened halfway down and not wear a bra, you prretty much know people are going to look!” She had just a momentary look of surprise and said, “What do you mean ‘not wear a bra’? I’m wearing a bra.” I replied, “Really? Believe me I was looking carefully and if you are, it is well hidden.”
We had stopped, and were standing where there were trees and brush almost up to the walking path. She said, “I am. It’s designed to wear with low cut blouses, and it’s flesh toned so it’s not supposed to be obvious. Wanna see?” She really didn’t have to wait for an answer, and she backed up toward the brush. As she was unbuttoning the blouse she looked a little flushed and said, in a loud whisper, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She pulled the blouse our of the shorts as she said, “I’m not 20 years old, so don’t look at my fat belly.” She is anything but fat, butI’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have noticed, as she pulled the blouse open to reveal two very full breasts being suspended in a sparkly, nearly sheer bra. He nipples were not only visible, they were prominent.
I had two immediate reactions, one quite involuntary and also quite visible in my running shorts. The other was that I simply stared for a moment, and then said, “My God, that’s gorgeous. Your bra is nice, but your tits are gorgeous. and that you’re showing them to me is sexy beyond words.” She said almost giggled as she said, “Told you I was wearing a bra!” I interrupted my open mouthed staring long enough to ask, “Would you do me a favor? Would you hold them for me?”
She put her hands under her breasts and lifted them just a little, a couple of times, and then pulled her blouse back around and began to button the lower buttons, as she said, “Whew! That was a rush! You’re going to think I’m some kind of sl*t. I don’t believe I just did that!” I said, “Yeah, well now I’m sorry that I didn’t stare at your shorts and opine that you weren’t wearing panties!” She laughed, and said, “Oh, no! I’m not proving that to you out here!”, as she tucked her blouse into her shorts.
I said, “You were right the other day: I certainly was undressing you with my eyes. But since your bra is basically see-thru, you just about let me see your naked tits. That’s a picture I’m going to remember over and over. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy that was?” She replied, casting her eyes down toward my crotch for just a second, “Well, I have a pretty good idea how it affected you! We’d better walk and take your mind off of my little show.”
As we continued back around the lake, we went back to just talking about “things. when we got back to where my car was parked, I said, “Well, this is awkward. I’m rarely at a loss for words, but I’m not sure what to say at this point. The chance encounter was really amazing, but I really don’t think I want to leave running into you again to chance. On the other hand I’m really not looking for some complicated arrangement, and of course I have no idea what you have in mind here.”
She said, “I think maybe the reason this is so much fun because it kind of is by chance and it isn’t a whole bunch of expectations and couples baggage. But yeah, if that means you want to meet again, me too. Let’s keep it simple. I work tomorrow from seven until seven and then I’m off for three days. Would you be willing to pick me up after work and have dinner with me over on the river walk?” I told her I would, and offered her a ride home.
Right now I’m on my way to the hospital to pick her up for dinner. We shall see where this leads. . .
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