We met at a "parents without partners" meeting. Technically, I was not really a parent without a partner because, although I had been divorced for five years, my 19-year-old daughter was away at school and my 23-year-old married son was in business with me. The only reason I was there was to meet someone, anyone, and I picked out Judith.
Judith was a very small person, almost petite but very good-looking. I guessed her to be about ten or 12 years younger than my 47, say 35 or so, five foot one inch tall and weigh perhaps 110 pounds. She had a beautiful smile, flashing blue-green eyes and dark hair. Although her breasts and hips were small they were really perfectly proportioned to her body. All in all, she was a very attractive, perhaps even beautiful, woman.
Somehow, (it was no accident) I found myself seated next to her at one of the luncheon tables with quite a few other parents, mostly women. Everyone was introduced around and we had an enjoyable meal with lots of small talk before the guest speaker was welcomed at the podium. Unfortunately, she was an embittered old woman who carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. Her entire talk was a criticism of men, divorce, the legal system and life in general. When her tirade (disguised as a speech) was over, there was a smattering of polite but very uncomfortable applause.
Judith raised the back of her hand to her mouth and whispered sideways to me, "I can understand why men don't like her. I don't like her and I'm not a man."
I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I whispered back, "What she really needs is a good roll in the hay."
She turned and gave me a very strange look. I thought to myself, "Oh Hell, now you've done it!"
I was very pleasantly surprised when, instead of being angry, she smiled and said, "I don't think that would hurt any of us. When the meeting is over why don't you take me home and we can talk about it?"
There was obviously no argument from me. We stood around chatting with the other members until people began to leave. Another woman in the crowd, Betty, came over to us and said, "Judith I'm ready to go home now, come on, and I'll drop you off."
"Thanks, but I have a ride. Ed here, lives very close to me and has very graciously offered to take me home." Aside to me she whispered, "I hope you didn't mind that little white lie."
"What lie? I would be pleased to take you home or anywhere else you would like to go."
In the car, on the way to her house, I found out that she had been divorced almost three years, worked at home on her computer as a legal researcher. She had a 15-year-old son that attended the local high school. Her ex-husband was a successful lawyer and had left her for a very young paralegal in his office. In addition to her research work, she was also an amateur author and had just signed her first book deal. (I later found out that she also liked to write 'adult' short stories and had quite a few posted on various sites on the net.) We never once mentioned my remark that the old biddy could use a good man.
Once inside, she asked if I would like a cup of coffee, tea or a beer.
"It's a little early for a beer, how about an iced tea?"
Rather than wait in the loving room I followed her into the kitchen while she prepared the drinks.
"How is it that a man such as your self finds enough time to attend a two hour hen party on a Wednesday afternoon?"
"Well, I am slowly turning my business over to my son and I need to give him some space."
She gave me a little smile and with a twitch of her head, said, "Lets go back into the living room. I want to hear more about your theory that sex solves everything."
"It's not my theory, it's a known fact that people with a good sex life are happier, less tense and better adjusted."
"Damn, maybe that's what's wrong with me. How about you, how's your sex life?
We were deep into it now so I said, "No where near as good as I would like it, that's why I was at the meeting."
"So you came to a meeting of over-the-hill women in hopes of finding some sex starved divorcee and picked me."
"You make me sound like some lecherous ogre. It's not that way at all. If that was all I wanted there are plenty of women in the single clubs around town. I wanted to find someone who was secure in her lifestyle and wasn't interested in some wild liaison. I wanted to meet someone that I chose without the 'he-said she-said' pressures."
"Well, I guess I should be flattered that you chose me. What about sex with me? Was that a come on or did you mean it? Will it solve all of my problems and make me happier and better adjusted?"
"I don't know, but neither will you unless you try it. I am certainly willing test my theory on you if you like. I would like to help you any way I can." This conversation was having an unusual effect on me.
"OK, I'll let you off the hook. When I saw you at the meeting I made up my mind that I was going to let you seduce me. I have never done that before but I have been having some strange urges and moods lately so I think I might need a good 'roll in the hay'. Come on and lets start by taking a nice warm shower together."
She led me by the hand into her bedroom and said, "Take off your clothes, the shower is through there. I will be back in a minute."
She left me standing there pondering my good luck or was I being hustled? It didn't matter, I was old enough to take care of myself and I was going to have sex with this wonderful creature anyway.
I disrobed, hung my clothes on a chair and got into the shower. I had just properly adjusted the water temperature when she slid in behind me. I wanted to turn around to look at her beautiful body but she wouldn't let me.
She encircled my body with her arms and said, "Let me bathe you and then you can do me."
That began one of the most erotic experiences of my life! Her soapy hands running over my back, my chest, my buttocks and eventually down my legs had me on the edge of ecstasy. When she told me to turn aground, I was oblivious to everything except my own feelings until I suddenly realized that this doll like creature in front of me was also nude.
Her lathered up hands continued to slither over my shoulders, chest, stomach and were on their way to my groin before I realized that if she touched me in just the right place down there, I would loose it and be denied the ultimate union of our bodies.
She must have known it too, because she turned around and said, "OK, its your turn to do me."
I soaped my hand and began to rub them across the velvety skin that was presented to me. I paid special attention to each part as I came to it, her neck, back, shoulders and slowly, very carefully around her body to her breasts. I had been very careful not to let my blood-engorged member touch her, but when I caressed her hard little nipples she suddenly, and, I think, on purpose, backed into me. I clasped my arms tight around her body, holding it tight against the object of my lust and kissed her on the neck.