I woke one morning about a week ago and went out to check the mail. It was a Tuesday, my one day off and my one day to catch up on things. In the mail I found a notice from the city code compliance officer that I was going to be fined $100 if I didn’t mow my weeds.
I was infuriated. Does the city not realize I am a hard working mother? I looked at my yard. I didn’t even have a mower and the guy I had paid to mow it every week, hadn’t come back in two weeks. I looked at the note from the city. I had a week to either mow or pay the fine.
That evening, I dressed up and decided to just ignore everything. Samantha, my brilliant fourth grader, was spending the night with a friend.
“Oh momma,” Samantha said to me as she saw me applying my eye shadow. “Do you have a date?”
“No,” I replied, “But I’m just going to go out and have a good time.”
“You look so pretty,” Samantha told me. She knew how to brighten my day.
Brenda was my best friend. She had a fourth grader as well. Her and Samantha were very close.
Brenda knocked on the door as I sat putting on my make-up and Samantha was busy watching television. Samantha immediately headed for the door and threw it open.
“Breeeeeenddaaaaaa!” Samantha exclaimed, throwing her arms around my best friend.
“Where are you going?” Brenda asked as she entered and observed me putting on my make-up. I never wore make-up on my day off, so Brenda was immediately suspicious.
“Just going out to have some ‘me’ time,” replied, “and find someone to mow my yard.”
Brenda simply smiled. She knew my luck with guys had not been the best. She had urged me to get out more. I told her it just wasn’t me, to be going out. I was a thirty something bitch that liked staying at home.
But a girl has to do what a girl has to do.
I squeezed into a sexy one-piece cocktail dress and when I say I squeezed, I mean it. I looked in the mirror and soon realized I wasn’t a size 2. Still, the dress looked okay on me, even if I had to take a deep breath to zip the zipper. I turned and looked over my shoulder. At least I still had my cute little ass.
I grabbed a small matching clutch and headed out the door.
TJ’s was a small bar not far from the house. The clientele was mostly neighborhood folks. There was one seat at the bar, and lucky me-not between two guys. I slipped on to the seat and asked if it was taken.
“No,” One of the guys responded. The other guys didn’t say a word.
The bartender, who I casually knew as “Tom” asked what I wanted to drink. He smiled a wry smile, as I asked for a gin and tonic, with an extra olive.
“Going big time tonight with the extra olive, are we?” Tom asked.
“Yeah,” I replied, “Maybe I’ll get lucky and actually score.”
Tom winked and replied, “Well judging from what you’ve got on, it looks like you’re more than ready.”
Tom always knew how to say the right thing at the wrong time. The guy to my right chuckled.
“You have to love a bartender with a good sense of humor,” my bar partner replied.
“Yeah,” I shot back. “He my bastard brother from a different mother.”
Tom looked over the bar and glared at me. I simply smiled and slipped a twenty-dollar bill on to the bar.
I accidentally rubbed my leg against the leg of the guy next to me as I sipped on my drink.
“I’m sorry,” I remarked.
“Oh, that’s okay,” he replied back, not taking his eyes off the big screen behind the bar. I surveyed the bar patrons. Two old geezers, three older looking grandmother types, one young lady with her boyfriend or husband, I couldn’t tell which, myself and the guy next to me, who seemed more engaged in watching a football game than in socializing.
I ordered a second drink to numb the pain and boredom. I casually brushed my leg against the guy next to me. He looked in my direction.
“That was no accident,” he remarked, looking at me.
“No, I guess it wasn’t,” I replied. He was decent looking guy, about fortyish with a square jaw.
“What’s the score?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “I’m just killing time.”
I looked for a wedding band. I’m not naïve enough to know some married guys don’t wear their wedding band, so I decided to ask a few probative questions.
“Trouble on the home front?” I asked.
“No,” he replied, “I’m divorced.”
“I see,” I replied. “Divorce is not easy, I know. I’ve been there.”
So for the next thirty minutes and another drink, we exchanged stories about our exes. I was surprised at how easy that Jack- that was his name- that Jack was to talk with. All I could think is that some poor bitch really screwed up. I also found Jack extremely attractive.
As we chatted, I poured on the charm. At some point, we laughed and I patted his thigh. I left my hand on his leg, just to see what type reaction I might get. To my surprise, he didn’t seem to mind. He slipped his hand on to my bare leg, just above my knee and smiled.
“You are too funny,” Jack replied in response to something sarcastic that I had said as he softly patted my leg.
Jack had steel blue eyes and some small wrinkles at the corners- what I called character lines.
Jack looked at his phone. It was close to ten.
“I should probably let you go,” he said.
“Oh hell no,” I replied, “I’m taking you home with me.”
Jack chuckled again.
“You wouldn’t want me with all my baggage,” he remarked.
“I don’t care about your baggage,” I replied, “I just want to see the package.”
Jack turned about four shades of red.
“You’re a trip,” Jack replied. I slipped my hand further up on his leg and squeezed.
“Please tell me,” I whispered, as I leaned in towards him, “That my straight-forwardness is not going to get me turned down.”
Jack slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me from my bar stool.
“No,” Jack replied, “I’d take you to my place, only I haven’t done laundry in a week and my son’s baby sitter might give me the evil eye.”
I rubbed Jack’s inner thigh, dipping my fingers ever closer to his manhood. I bit down on my lower lip, leaned in and whispered,
“My daughter is gone for the night.”
I watched as my words settled into Jack’s mind. He stared up at the television.
“Well, then,” he replied, slipping his hand on to my ass and squeezing it, “Let’s go to your place.”
“Oh my gawd!” I thought to myself. I hadn’t been with a guy in months and now here I was as inviting a total stranger into my apartment. I said a silent prayer that he was not a pervert or a murderer.
“Let’s take my car,” Jack suggested as we stepped out of TJs. He slipped his arm around my waist and guided me through the dimly lit parking lot. Before opening the car door, he gently spun me around and looked at me.
I wanted his kiss. I didn’t have to wait long for it. His lips pressed against mine, as he pinned m to the side of the small sports utility vehicle. I slipped one hand on to his massive chest and the other around his neck, as we kissed. His slipped his tongue into my mouth and I lost it, not that I really had control of it in the first place, but now, I was totally hooked on Jack Thornbird.
Jack was only a few inches taller than me, which I liked because I didn’t have to tip-toe or strain to kiss him. My ex was over six feet tall and while I had always liked tall guys, Jack was much shorter and for me, that was a welcome change.
Jack and I stood and kissed for the longest time, totally oblivious to the world around us. I was mesmerized. I pulled him in as close as I could. I needed to feel wanted and Jack did the job.
In the car, I slipped out of my stiletto heels and placed my feet on the dash. I didn’t care that my dress showed off more than I probably should have been showing. I knew where the date was going and I was having fun.
The drive to my apartment was far. On the way, I pulled my feet in close, arched my back, lifted my ass off the seat and stripped out of my g-string underwear. I hung it from the rearview mirror as Jack rounded the corner and into the parking lot of my apartment complex.
Jack didn’t say a word as I showed him where to park. I patiently waited for him to open my passenger side door. We stood and kissed outside of his car. He slipped his massive hand under the hem of my cocktail dress and on to my bare ass. As he did, I grabbed at his crotch, to feel his boner.
“Oh shit!” I thought to myself. “He is huge!”
As we walked towards my apartment, I became nervous. My ex-husband was, at best, about six or seven inches. Jack had a massive sized cock and I wondered how the fit might be. I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Both of us were naked in seconds, after entering my apartment. I practically threw myself on his Adonis-like body.
“Oh my Gawd!” I thought to myself. “Slow down.”
But I couldn’t and neither could Jack…thankfully!
As back as Jack was, he was kind and thoughtful in his approach. I was more than ready, but he took his time to make sure. Normally, I am not into oral sex, but Jack patiently introduced me to the world of succulence with his gift of many different talents.
“Oh my Lord!” I thought, as he worked his mouth, fingers and wicked tongue through my private regions. “I had been missing out, big time!”
By the time we got around to doing what we needed to do, I had orgasmed over half a dozen times. Jack looked into my eyes as he straddled me, his massive cock hanging down, ready for entry into my swollen pussy. As he slipped slowly into me, my head seemed to spin and my mind seemed to go blank. The only thing I could feel was his massive tool, filling me up. Our pelvis’ met and almost simultaneously, my body trembled. I wrapped my legs around Jack’s hips and pulled down on his broad shoulders.
Again, our lips met and our tongues collided. My entire body shook.
That was the last thing I remembered until I woke up and saw my alarm clock stuck on 3:03am. Jack was lying naked next to me, oh his back, the covers covering his manhood, snoring.
I curled up next to him and kissed his cheek. His eyes fluttered open for a brief second and then he fell right back to sleep.
I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom. My pussy ached, but I didn’t care. I closed my e eyes and drifted back off to sleep.
I woke to the sound of a lawn mower and an empty bed. I peeked out my bedroom window and there was jack, clad only in his boxer shorts, mowing my yard. It was a warm and muggy morning and sweat poured off of Jack’s strongly chiseled chest, his brow and his temples. I slipped on a robe and took him a glass of cold ice water. He took two sips and them poured it over his head.
“I’ll be in the shower,” I told him.
Jack smiled.
“Give me ten minutes,” he said, “and I’ll join you.”
I couldn’t wait.
