I was walking through the camping area from the parking lot to the music/vendor space when I heard, “Hey, Steve!” Looking around I spied Sage sitting in front of her camping trailer puffing on a joint. She put the joint in the ashtray and stood to hug me as I approached. God, I love her hugs. She presses her entire self against me for as much contact as possible. I felt her small breasts pressing against my lower chest as she pushed her belly against my groin. As usual, my dick stirred slightly. I’ve come to believe she tries to invoke that response, not just in me, but in every man she hugs.

She was one of the first people I met when I moved here about a decade ago. The first time I saw her in the local woo-woo shop I had the strongest urge to throw her down and fuck her right there. It took a mighty effort to not reach out and cop a feel as she walked past, ignoring me completely. The whole thing was weird, though. She’s not what most would call good looking or even attractive. Long, straight white hair hanging shoulder length, about 5’ 4”, slender except for a protruding belly, and her clothes were obviously from the free box at a local church. She has very crooked teeth which she will instantly display in a huge beaming smile, and the softest, kindest dark brown eyes I’ve ever seen.

Over the following months we got to know each other. I stupidly joined her church so I could see her at least every Sunday. Many after-church lunches ended with us sitting in a diner booth chatting for hours. Finally, I decided I wanted more than church and an occasional carpool to a local music show, so one Sunday morning before services started, I approached her to ask her out. And she told me her exciting news that she was involved with someone. Fuck!! He turned out to be a total dick control freak, but they were together for about 2 years before she’d had enough of him. By that time, my desire for a relationship had died, but not my wanting to be inside her. Unfortunately, she had “friend zoned” me, so that wasn’t happening.

I took the chair on the other side of the little table outside her trailer, we shared a joint, I took her up on a bit of shroom, and between chatting we listened to the music coming up from about a quarter mile away. The conversation drifted to my impending retirement. She looked at me in her unique quizzical way and asked, “If you could do anything you wanted right now, what would it be and where would you do it?”