Thursday night. Her favorite night of the week. Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice, followed by her weekly enlightenment session with John.
They had met in the library on her alma mater's campus about a month ago. She was there one afternoon wasting time until she had to pick her daughter up from school.
Katie was your every day, run of the mill, lonely housewife. Neglected by her husband in every way possible. They hadn't had sex in 3 years, which had become extra frustrating lately. That peak that some say strikes women around the age of 30, hadn't skipped her. She was in it. Full on. With no outlet, well, other than her toy. While it was ol' faithful, it just wasn't the same as being with someone.
She longed for adult interaction, and found it often at the library. The eye candy was satisfying, but, it wasn't the young college men she lusted after. Her eye was drawn to the older than average student going for their masters, or the professor that lingered around after classes. Exchanged glances and grins, and the occasional 'excuse me' when passing in the aisles of books was often as far as things went. But, not with John.
They had bumped into eachother in the travel section. She was daydreaming with her nose in a book about France, walking, not watching where she was going, when all of a sudden she crashed right into him. She would have just pardoned her self and kept right on, but, his cologne stopped her right in her tracks. Before she even looked up at him, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She had smelled it before, and hoped it was attached to the man she was linking it to.
"Black, by Kenneth Cole, right?" She said as she slowly looked up.
"Yes." he said, almost matter of factly, without his eyes ever leaving his book.
It was indeed the man she thought it was. He was often here around the same time she was. Always with his nose in a book, or gazing longingly out the windows that covered one entire wall. They'd never even made eye contact, but, she found herself watching him from afar more than once.
She paused for a moment and let out a sigh. Not that she expected him to carry on a conversation with the clutzy girl who just ran into him, but disappointed that he couldn't be bothered to even look up, well, in this case, down at her.
"I'm sorry to have interrupted you, sir, " she said as she began to make her way around him.
All of a sudden, she felt his right hand on her shoulder. It surprised her, and she jumped a little. His grip was firm, yet gentle. As she turned her head slightly, her cheek brushed against his fingers. She probably let it linger there too long, but, he didn't pull away either.
She turned around to face him. He towered over her 5'8" frame. He had to have been 6'5"..at least. He was wearing a pair of jeans with a NAVY tshirt. He had scruff on his face, as if he hadn't shaved in a few days, but, it looked great on him. Piercing blue eyes that could cut glass, yet were inviting at the same time. Jet black hair atop his head made for quite the complete package. Deliciously handsome was an understatement. She stared, and he let her.
His hand had swiveled with her when she turned around and was still on her shoulder. He cocked his head to one side and shot her a smirk.
"Its John. Please. I haven't heard 'Sir' since my days in the service. And you would be...?"
"Katie. My pleasure, John. One of these days, you'd think I would learn to watch where I'm going."
He chuckled. "No worries, Peaches. Really. Its okay. What are you reading that is so captivating?"
"Peaches?" she thought to herself. Different, but, she liked it.
She held up the book, entitled simply, FRANCE.
"A girl can dream, right?" she said as she shrugged and wrinkeled her nose.
"Parlez-vous francais ?" he asked her.
"No. I sure don't. Beautiful language though. I've always been fascinated with far off places, distant lands, cultures....but, books are about as close as I've gotten to 'seeing' any of that kind of thing" she said as she leaned back on the bookshelves behind her.
"Aye," he said with an understanding nod. "I've been lucky to have traveled all over the world as a soldier. Lots to see out there. I do believe I can say that none of it is disappointing."
Awkward silence. You could hear a pin drop. She looked intently at him and could almost see the wheels turning in his head. After a moment, he looked at her. She found herself biting her lower lip, not knowing what he was about to say, not sure that she even cared. He took notice too, and reached toward her face. Her heart fluttered as he took the piece of hair that had fallen on her face, and put it behind her ear. How could such such enormous, manly hands feel like velvet?
She found herself feeling like a schoolgirl at the very touch of his hand. She knew he saw her cheeks flush, and acknowledged it by a quick wink. Embarrassed, she giggled, and looked at the floor. She saw his feet meet hers as he came and stood directly in front of her. She could feel him put one hand on the shelf right above her head, and with his other hand, he lifted her chin up so he could look at her.
"Listen, I've got to get going. But, what do ya think about you and me...next Thursday..10pm....talk of distant lands, far off places, a chance to escape reality for a while...." he said as he raised one eyebrow, waiting for her response.
She mirrored his one eyebrow raise, and they both laughed.
"That sounds fantastic. I'd really like that." she said.
He reached into his pocket, and found an old receipt and a pen, scribbled something on it, folded it, paused, and looked her over. He lifted his free hand up, stuck his pointer finger in the air, and swirled it in a circle...signaling her to turn around.
She looked at him puzzled, but, did as she was told. She let out a giggle when she felt him slip the piece of paper into the back pocket of her jeans. When it was in fully, he tapped her ass lightly, as if to tell her to be on her way. She turned around, saluted the soldier, and started to walk away. She didn't have to look back to know he was watching her, and made sure she swung her hips just a little more than usual. She still had her swagger.
When she got to the door, she tried to resist the temptation to get one last look, but, the urge was too strong. A quick turn of her head as her hands rested on the door, revealed to her that she was indeed correct. He was watching her every move. As their eyes met, she shot him her million dollar smile, as he shook his head in a 'you're somethin' else' kind of way.
Before she got into her car, she pulled the slip of paper our of her pocket. One simple sentence that pretty much summed it up. "Glad we ran into eachother" it read, and then his name and number.
" Did this really just happen?" she said to herself as she put her head back on the headrest and took it all in. He didn't even know her, and had already made her feel things she hadn't felt with her husband in years. She entered his number in her phone, and decided to shoot him a text.
"Got ya" was all she wrote him.
A few seconds later, he replied. "You have no idea."
She picked up her daughter and they made their way home. Dinner, school work, baths, and finally the kids were in bed. Normally she would sit up for a couple hours to unwind from all that had happened during the day..but, not tonight.
She made her way up the stairs to her bedroom. Yes, HER bedroom. She hadn't shared it with her husband for six years. He had moved to the couch when her daughter had started crawling in bed with them at night. Eventually, he made his way downstairs and created his very own 'mancave'. Thats where he spent most of his free time during the day, and also where he slept.
She slipped out of her clothes, put on a white tank top, and started off towards the bathroom. She paused a moment when she saw her reflection in the mirror on the outside of the door. When exactly did her 18 year old body disappear without her being aware of it?
Her once slender hips had grown wider and more curvy due to pregnancy and childbirth, but,she had to admit, they still looked pretty damn good in these white boy short panties. She liked how the back of them allowed just a small part of the underside of her ass to peek out. She lifted up the bottom of her shirt to reveal her soft tummy, and sighed. Oh well. Her kids were the best thing that had happened to her. They were worth the little ponch that was left behind. Her chest, thankfully, had stayed the same; full and tantalizing. Not having a bra on, she could clearly see the dark outline of her aureoles through the thin material of the tank top. If only she had someone that would appreciate tiny details like that. It was at that moment, that she thought of John, and at the very same time, her nipples stood at attention; Those eyes..the feel of his hand on her face...that smirk...the tap on her curvy, but firm backside..
The moistness had started to pool between her legs. She felt it dripping like a tears slowly from the corners of her green eyes.
Knowing what she had to do, she decided to put off the nightly 'get ready for bed' routine, and went right for her nightstand drawer. She found the magic pink wand and a new set of batteries, and set them on the bed. She could still see her reflection in the mirror if she stood at just the right angle, and took advantage of it.
She pulled the white tank top over her head, and then stepped out of her damp panties. Next, she grabbed her toy from its resting place, and turned it on the lowest speed. She placed it on the nape of her neck, and traced it along her shoulders and down between her heaving breasts. With her other hand, she pinched her nipples lightly, each getting their turn, before bringing the vibrator back up to her mouth. She watched herself in the mirror as her lips engulfed the rubber like material, in exactly the way she would her lover's member. She skipped descending down the trail of happiness again, and went right for her wanting pussy.
She slid the tip up and down her smoothly shaven velvety folds as closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild. She knew she had better lie down when she found herself reaching for the bed post to steady her weakening knees.
She climaxed quickly after resting her head on the pillow, and fell asleep within minutes. She awoke the next morning with a smile on her face, and noticed her phone flashing. A text message. From John.
'I can't get the delicate curve of your back and that apple bottom ass out of my head. Is this inappropriate of me to say?"
"HELL NO!" She heard herself say outloud. It felt great to be complimented and desired. She thought for a second about how to respond back to him. Should she act embarrased and play hard to get? Thats what she would have done in her younger days., but decided against it this time. She wanted him, and was going to let him know it.
"Inappropriate? I'd say about as inappropriate as me saying that I'd like to ravage your body from head to toe. I was always taught to speak the truth."
She sent the message, and had a little extra skip in her step as she made her way to the shower. The whole time she was in there, she wondered and anticipated what his response would be.
(TBC)
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