It was a warm spring midday in a large city in the desert southwest. I had been relaxing with a tall glass of iced tea when the phone rang. It was Jean, a married friend of mine. She asked me, "Would you meet me somewhere for a drink? I want to ask you something very personal."
Having nothing pressing to do at the time, I agreed to meet with her. "Sure Jean, I'll meet with you. Will The Hanger be alright?" The Hanger I suggested is a neighborhood bar about halfway between our respective homes.
On the way to the bar, I couldn't help but wonder what she wanted to ask me. Why would Jean, a married woman, want to meet a single man at a bar?
I knew I had a pretty good reputation with the ladies. I have always felt that by taking special care of their needs, they would take care of mine. That philosophy seemed to keep a number of young ladies interested in going out with me. I thought maybe Jean wanted to ask about one of those girls.
I had only been at the bar about five minutes when Jean arrived. She seemed somewhat overdressed for an afternoon drink. Her attire would have been more appropriate for an evening dinner date. However, I was not about to complain.
Jean was wearing a thin, light blue dress that was cut low enough in front to show off her ample cleavage. It's skirt stopped just above the knees of her shapely legs. Why would I want to tell a good looking gal how much cleavage to display for me? I decided to simply enjoy the show.
As Jean sat down, I caught just a hint of her perfume. She not only looked good, but she smelled delicious, too.
We ordered drinks and made small talk until they arrived. Jean seemed nervous. Her hands were a bit shaky as she took the first sip of her drink then sat it down. Something was definitely bothering her.
I leaned forward, reached out, and cupped both of her hands in mine. I could feel her shaking.
I said to her, "Jean. Whatever it is you want to ask me, it's okay. Take your time and relax. You can ask me anything. I may, or may not answer you, but go ahead and ask."
She took another sip of her drink and asked me a question. "Do you think I look okay?"
I truthfully answered her, "You look great, Jean! You have a beautiful body, a sweet face, and a great pair legs."
Jean was in her mid-thirties and had two children. She had a nice, but not overly developed, chest and just enough body fat to give her some very nice curves. Her body was a real temptation for this always horny, 27-year-old, male.
Another sip of her drink and she said, "John (her husband) hasn't touched me in weeks. I'm thinking something is wrong with me."
I asked, "Could John maybe have found a girlfriend?"
She replied, "No! I don't think so. He always comes straight home from work. I haven't found anything to indicate anything like that."
She downed the rest of her drink all at once and continued. She looked me straight in the eye, and with only a slight hesitation, asked a shocking question. "Would you take me to bed this afternoon?"
"What?" I nearly choked on my drink. I sat back. I was startled at the question. The thought of bedding Jean was not an unpleasant one. Though I had long thought Jean was a lovely woman, I had always considered my married friends off-limits.
"Would you please repeat what you just asked me to do?"
She looked me in the eyes and repeated her question "Would you take me to bed this afternoon?" She briefly hesitated then added, "I need to know if there is anything wrong with me. You have a reputation of having a bunch of girlfriends, being a good lover, and treating them well. I've heard some of them talking and asked around. There will be no strings. Just one afternoon of sex."
I am always horny, and she had flattered me. So, I thought to myself, 'What the hell!' I accepted her offer. "You're a beautiful woman, Jean. I'd love to take you to bed. Are you ready to go now?"
She then made another request. "There is just one more thing."
"What's that?" I asked.
"After we do this I want you to honestly evaluate me and my actions. I want you to tell me what you honestly think. What am I doing right and wrong?"
I told her, "I'll be happy to evaluate your performance." With that, I stood, left a tip for the waitress, and took Jean's hand as she stood. We casually walked to our separate cars in the parking lot.
Jean followed me to my place. Once there and inside, I made us another drink. I handed Jean her drink, and she took a small sip. She then began unbuttoning her dress and heading for my bedroom. As she walked past me, she asked, "Are you ready?"
I reached out, took her hand, and redirected her toward my couch. Her hand was trembling. I replied, "I am, but I don't think you are." She gave me a puzzled look, which slowly turned a small smile.
Sitting her gently on the couch, I sat beside her and put my arm over her shoulders.
As she sipped her drink, and we again made small talk. I wanted to help her relax. After a while I began kissing and nibbling her ear and neck. When I gave her a long passionate kiss, she put her drink down, wrapped her arms around me, and eagerly returned the kiss. She then sighed, laid her head back on my arm, and closed her eyes.
I opened the first two top buttons of Jean's dress and pushed it off her shoulders. I moved down to kiss the exposed parts of her breasts. Her breathing became slower and deeper. She was finally beginning to relax.
I slowly finished unbuttoning her dress and started fondling her breasts through her bra. She leaned forward so I could release the bra's clasp, thus freeing her beautiful tits. They were remarkably firm for a woman who with two children.
I told her, "Jean, you have a wonderful set of tits."
She smiled broadly and replied. "You really think so? Thank you."
When I moved my mouth to her nipples, they had already become hard and extended. They were the size of large peas. Sucking on them brought soft moans from Jean.
She took my head into her hands and held my face tightly against her chest. Just above a whisper she said, "That feels so nice."
While sucking and nipping her nipples, I let my hand wander down to her knees. As I stroked higher and higher up the inside of her thighs, I was pushing her dress up at the same time.
Jean spread her legs enough to give me easier access to her pantie-covered pussy. Without hurrying, I slowly moved my hand up to her crotch. Her juices had already begun to dampen her silky panties.
With a gasping voice, Jean said, "Oh yes!"
As I rubbed up and down her slit through her panties, Jean spread her legs wider. Her panties were quickly soaked by her lubricating juices. By that time, Jean was moaning almost constantly, and her head was gently rocking side to side.
I sensed she was ready to go to bed. I asked, "Jean, would you like to go back to my bedroom now?"
She smiled and nodded.
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