This one really got me. Hard. We chatted online (America Online Chat app) two nights in a row before she sent me her picture. Mine was already posted on my profile. She was model material, even at her age. Her profile stated 50+. I imagined 51, 52 years old at most. A few weeks later she confessed she was wearing a wig in that picture. So what. Her eyes, her smile, those lips, oh her delicious lips. Sweet and sexy face. Just a tiny bit of beefy luscious revealing cleavage.
The first time we met I was overwhelmingly enamored. She smelled like the stairway to heaven. Every word she spoke, the way she spoke, her voice, sounded like an Eartha Kitt song. Her smiles warmed my heart. Looking at her skin made my mouth moist. And, her eye’s dance sent me to a new magical world as I sat there in her Mercedes-Benz passenger seat. I barely knew her and already lost in gullible romantic emotions.
As we sat there puffing some good herb and chatted, it was on my mind to make love with her, but knew she wasn’t the type to take me home at our first meeting. She was presenting herself, but not going to give anything yet.
We had become buddies. We both loved watching Sex in the City, Six feet Under, going out to movies, plays, out to dinner. My lust, and like grew equally. My feelings for her were a mix of wanting her as a lover. One night, after I had gone out drinking with some buddies, I felt the need to express my feelings to her. It was 2 a.m. and I paged her. She must have been up and called me back immediately. She could tell I was drunk. She was polite and kind as always. “Do you think we will ever get to make love?” I asked. Drowned and numbed by booze I was prepared for the worst of answers. It wasn’t a bad answer. I wish I had been less intoxicated so I could have better remembered her sweet-sounding voice when she said, “At this point in time, I do not know.” We said good night. And for a few more minutes I danced around my house in my underwear singing aloud to myself, “She didn’t say no, she didn’t say no.” I went to sleep with a smile on my face and desire in my heart.
Through-out the next several months she kept not saying “no”, but she never would say yes. Not even a maybe. I kept imagining she was secretly in love with me but hiding her feelings for some deeply hidden reason. A few times she told me she was both comfortable and excited when she was near me. This was followed by her saying she was attracted to me but not in a sexual way. This confused my romantic ideas about her. So, she wasn’t attracted to me sexually at this point in time. I remained hopeful. People do change. Ya never know. I kept imagining hundreds of reasons why she wasn’t "into me". She’s open in so many other ways. Maybe she was asexual. She must be into women. I decided to wait for the day she noticed me differently. Possibly a time would come when she was in an amorous mood I, would let her flirting lead to every drop of her pent-up sexual desire and let her take advantage of me.
She traveled often for her job. It wouldn't bother me a bit while she was out of town. This next work trip would bother me more because she was also going to meet a man that she had met on the internet, just like we had. This guy just happened to live in the same city as her destination. She didn’t mention this to me until right before I dropped her off at the airport terminal curb. Not but, three-four hours pass by, I got home and I received an email from a stranger. Apparently, she had her new internet friend email to let me know that “she has gotten there safely and was in safe hands.” Nice to know she had arrived safely, but it kind of felt like a dig. She had to of known this would hurt. A nudge to turn me off. A sadistic one. That bitch!
This same night I went out with my buddy for some beer. I told him the latest of my on-going crush/non-mutual attraction saga and mentioned the email I received from her new internet friend. My buddy remarks, “Oh that’s great. She’s over there probably telling this guy about how much you’re infatuated with her and gets him to send you an email letting you know she’s in good hands. They’re probably having a laugh about it right now. Then she’ll take him to her hotel room and suck his dick.” My reply, “Oh thanks. That’s not the image I want in my mind. Especially when I pick her up from the airport.”
Buddy, “Oh that’s great. You take her to the airport so she can get some of his dong. Then you get to pick her up after her lofty licking over your feelings. I tell you what I’d do. I’d pick her up at the airport and act normal like everything’s cool, nothing is bothering you. Then when it gets real quiet in the car scream, “WHORE!”
