I have been married for almost twenty years with two teenage kids. It’s a typical urban-class family. The wife and I don’t have sex as much as we did in the early years.
So, we kind of drifted apart, each into our own jobs. She likes to watch television, and I have built a shop next to my garage, where I hang out every evening.
One of my hobbies or interests is proving certain theories. where I dabble with electronics and cars. And I read or watch many technical articles and videos on the internet.
So, I guess I’m a middle-aged engineer nerd.
One Saturday night, while watching online videos, an ad interrupted me. Usually, I hurry to click off and get back to what I was watching.
When this ad popped up, I knocked my mouse onto the floor and bent over to retrieve it as the ad played.
The ad was about how to meet and pick up married women. I thought to myself, “Right, a damn good way to get my ass kicked or worse.”
The women shown were middle-aged and very attractive. So, I indulged myself with eye candy. The male voice over the pictures explained how women enjoy attention and compliments.
This piqued my imagination, so I followed the online link and listened to the guy talk. He gave a couple of examples, and of course, I decided to test his theories for fun.
Actually, a few days before, I did – by pure accident, proving one of his theories correct. And it came to my recollection when the guy mentioned that women enjoy compliments.
I stop most mornings at a convenience store on the way to work to get coffee. Usually, there are not many people in the store at six am. This morning, I was at the coffee pot, pouring myself the usual. I turned to see a woman approaching me.
She was professionally dressed in grey slacks and a white blouse. I said good morning to her as she arrived at the coffee pot. She smiled and returned the greeting.
As she stood at the pot, I went over to the island where the creamers and sweeteners were. I took the liberty to turn around and check her out.
Well – I blurted out, “Oh, goodness!”
I didn’t think I would say it very loudly, but apparently, I did.
I continued to address my coffee, not paying much attention to the woman. When I looked up, she was standing beside me, smiling.
She asked, “How’s it going this morning?”
I almost dropped my coffee, but I managed to say something corny, like, “It’s too early to tell.”
She laughed and proceeded to fix her coffee.
I paid for my coffee and went outside and got in my car. The woman came out as I was backing out, and she waved to me.
“Damn!” I said to myself.
OK, I’ll describe her. She was tall, around five-nine or so, with brunette hair to her shoulders and brown eyes, as far as I can remember.
The one feature that threw me out of my orbit was her ass.
She had an average waist, I suppose around twenty-six inches, but when her back was facing me, her ass… wow!
I’ve seen Black women with nice round butts and admire them, too. This woman had a similarly shaped ass that could be in a poster ad for underwear or more.
Back to the online ad.
The guy said to try to give compliments without being over-aggressive at first. Then, he mentioned striking up some small conversations.
Well, I messed up on the second part. I decided that the next time I saw her, I would do that.
Each morning, as I went for coffee, I took my time inside the store, waiting to see if this woman would show up.
Finally, it was a Thursday morning when she came into the store. We greeted each other with the usual good morning.
This time, I was a bit prepared, and I asked her how things were going.
She smiled and told me things were going well. I agreed and mentioned that I was ready for the weekend to begin. She agreed, and we walked together to the clerk to pay for the coffees.
Naturally, I let her go ahead of me. That ass… woah!
I heard her tell the clerk that she only had a large bill to pay with. I spoke up and told the guy that I got this. She turned and smiled and said thanks.
I said, “Not a problem; it’s my treat today.”
Then, to my own surprise, I said, “You can treat me next time.”
She let out a small laugh and said, “Sure, I’ll be happy too!”
The clerk shot me with a look and nod that seemed to say, “You’re playing your cards right, dude!”
Talk about blind luck; I’m not very savvy with this game.
The woman waited as I paid, and then as we got outside, she thanked me again for the coffee and got in her car. As I went to mine, she waved as she left the parking lot.
I noticed that as she sipped from her cup, she had a diamond ring on her finger.
Married.
That night, I pulled up the video and listened to the next instructions. The guy mentioned that it’s possible that many married women lack attention from their spouses. Usually, the lack of attention given by her spouse deals with his career.
I wondered if this was the woman’s case. I felt a bit guilty because I know how a career can interfere with home life.
Anyway, the guy said if the woman you may be pursuing returns compliments or conversation, she could be interested in you. If she does, then it’s up to you to make the next move: either you’ll be in her friend zone or something more sexual.
The demon inside me wanted that ass. The angel inside said no.
I decided to see what her intentions could be.
Monday morning, I entered the store, and all I could think was, “Woah, she’s here!”
I walked up and said good morning. She returned the smile and greeting.
Then she asked me how my weekend went. I told her it went well and mentioned I hung around the house doing a few chores; boring, routine stuff.
I asked her about her weekend. She seemed to allow a small frown, then said it was OK.
At the register, I paid for both coffees without thinking. She touched the back of my arm near my shoulder and told me that I didn’t have to do that.
Outside, I started to tell her to have a good day, but before I could, she said, “I’m Carmen.”
I said, “Oh, hi Carmen. I’m Lewis. It’s nice to meet you.”
Yeah, it was a bit dumb, but Carmen liked it.
She thanked me again for the coffee, touched my arm, and said, “See you later; have a nice day!” I stood there and watched her go to her car.
As she opened the car door, she turned around and caught me looking at her ass. She smiled and waved. I watched her drive off and got into my car to go to work. Yes, I want some of that.
I didn’t see her until Friday morning. She was wearing some tight black slacks and a black and white patterned blouse. Oh, how those slacks featured her ass inside them.
I stood dumbfounded and could barely mumble a good morning.
Carmen caught me again.
Then, she touched my cheek with her finger and asked me how I was doing. I wanted to tell her my true thoughts, but I think she figured those out.
I poured my coffee, and when I turned to the condiment bar, I bumped into her ass. She had bent over to reach a stirring straw or something.
I was embarrassed, but I was aroused. Carmen didn’t flinch or turn around as I pardoned myself.
As I was preparing my coffee, Carmen waited.
“I owe you,” she smiled. I looked up and said, “It’s OK. I don’t mind.”
She insisted, then turned and walked towards the clerk to pay. As I looked down at the condiment counter, I saw she had left a note with her number on it.
“Wow!” The word is seared in my brain.
I don’t know if my heart skipped a beat or what. But I knew I started something good.
As I approached the clerk, Carmen had finished paying. I escorted her outside, and she said, “Have a good day!” and tapped my arm.
Yes, I watched her get into her car. She smiled and waved as she drove away.
Yes, I called her later that evening.
