Earlier this week, I visited the small, private, Coast Guard Heritage Museum on Cape Cod. Definitely worth visiting, for content, if you're in the area. As my guided tour group ended, another started. I glanced at it, to find my eyes captivated by one woman.
She was tall and very slender, in sprayed-on jeans, moderate heeled boots, and stayed in a practical rain jacket. Her hair was abundant, perhaps a dark gray, and curly. Eye makeup was vivid, artistic, yet restrained; her face glowed with intelligence. She might have been a model in her twenties and now was in management, in her forties or fifties.
I was in instant lust. At the moment, and since then, I've had flashforwards of repeated mental images of glorious, somewhat kinky, sex. But I haven't figured out how to translate it to a story.
Also, I have flashbacks to another woman of my past, also tall and very slim, but who thought of herself as ugly and chose attire to make it worse. When her unflattering clothes came off, she had a very nice figure. At the time, I could see some quick improvements to hair and makeup, and a potential for cosmetic surgery on her chin. We did have a nice relationships for a few months, ending when I attempted (failed) to have a reconciliation with my estranged wife. Still, there's a lot of do-over potential. The woman in the museum gives me even more idea of what the Version 2 Carol could look like.
Adding to this, I