A Cut Above Pt 01

A Cut Above

By Magda McKune

Part One

CHAPTER 1

Carol Allen switched off the DVD player and the wide flat screen TV and checked her wristwatch. Another good 30 minute aerobic workout. She made it a habit to put herself through a rigorous workout every afternoon. It helped keep her body in shape. At 47 years old, it was getting harder and harder to stay young looking. Not that it really mattered. There was no significant man in her life to look good for. In fact, there wasn't any man -- significant or otherwise -- who was interested in her at the moment. Carol could not understand why not. Even at her age she still had an incredible hourglass figure. Her wild mane of wavy blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders to her still high and firm 36 inch bust, and slim hips accentuated her perfect ass. Hell, she looked better than girls half her age.

The woman wiped her brow with a towel and strolled toward the kitchen for a bottle of water in the fridge. She paused to glance at her figure in the full length mirror in the hallway. Carol knew she looked hot as hell in her clingy light blue satin leotard. Any man would be damn lucky to have her hanging on his arm, although the pickings for good men were getting scarcer and scarcer with each passing year. Carol had always been the kind of woman who was driven by her career to be a hairstyling expert and run her own salon. She managed to achieve that objective several years ago. A Cut Above Hairstyling. She was a bona fide entrepreneur. And yet, now it all seemed so hollow and empty without a partner to share her success with.

She leaned closer to the mirror and noticed she was starting to get a few wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. That might deter her from getting a man, if she ever found herself in the market for one. Carol had always been an independent woman, never needing any male influence in her life. Though lately there seemed to be a tinge of loneliness, an emptiness that her work and lady friends could not fill. She longed for the touch of a man, his sweet caress late at night in bed, someone to come home to after a long day at the salon. Carol had a few casual relationships in the past, more to relieve sexual tension and frustration than anything else. Those encounters were rare and never lasted more than a few days as there was never any chemistry between Carol and her partner. But now that she was getting more mature, the prospect of pursuing a long term relationship with a man had increasingly greater appeal.

If only she could find a nice guy who cared for her as a woman, one who was considerate of her needs and aspirations and could satisfy her sexual fantasies and desires. Oh yes, a good lover was a definite must. If Carol put forth all that effort to maintain her fantastic physique, her dream man sure as hell better be able to give that great body a thorough workout on a regular basis.

Carol opened the refrigerator door and glanced at the sparse selection. She forgot to stock up on groceries once again. Here it was, late Saturday afternoon and she had nothing but saltines and tuna fish for supper. Yuk! Looked like a trip to the nearby market was in order.

Carol didn't feel like changing her wardrobe just to pick up some canned soup. She wasn't out to impress anyone anyway. The only people she might run into at the grocery store at that time of day might be a client from the salon or the teenage shelf stocking boy. Hell, let the kid have a cheap thrill of seeing an old broad in sheer clingy leotards. Carol slipped a print skirt over her outfit and stepped into a pair of deck shoes. She snatched up her wallet and keys and headed out the door.

Carol forgot what her mother taught her about shopping when you are hungry. She only stopped in to pick up a few items, but everything looked good. After traversing several isles, her arms were full of canned goods. She didn't have a cart and didn't want to go back to the front of the store to get one. Just a few more items and then she would call it quits.

The woman turned around and bumped into a shopping cart behind her. Startled, Carol dropped several cans from her hands into the basket.

"I'm so sorry!" a young man said. "Are you all right?"

Carol looked up to see the most handsome and sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on in her entire life. This stud could easily be a male model for GQ magazine ads. He was just over six feet tall with a muscular build, short blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes. Twenty four or twenty five was her guess. The man wore a red polo shirt that accented his muscled biceps perfectly and tan Dockers slacks.

"Are you all right?" he repeated.

Carol was too startled to think straight. "I, uh... I guess so."

"You dropped something."

"I did?"

He smiled warmly at her and Carol's legs instantly grew weak. She felt her loins tingle and knew she was getting sexually aroused. No man ever had such an immediate effect on her. The two had barely met and Carol instantly knew she was instantly attracted to this young fellow. She felt her temperature rise and her pulse increase. God, this stud had no idea what he was doing to her! Carol didn't know why she was acting like some love-struck schoolgirl. After all, this was merely a total stranger who bumped into her at the grocery store. No sense in getting all starry eyed over the first young fellow you meet on a dull and uneventful Saturday evening.

And yet, what she wouldn't give to get this handsome stud in the sack for 20 minutes for some hot steamy animal sex.

The man came around to the front of the cart and reached down, picking up a can of soup. "Chicken noodle," he observed. "Very sensible."

Carol snatched the can from him. "Yes. Thank you."

She noticed his eyes had drifted down to her chest. Carol looked at herself. In the sheer thin leotard top her nipples were sticking out hard and stiff as pencil erasers. She clutched the cans to her bosom and blushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry to have bothered you. Have a nice evening." She turned and quickly hurried away.

The woman berated herself as she stood in the checkout line. How stupid she must have looked to the young man. An old lady making cow eyes at a handsome young stranger. He must have had a good laugh after she made a fool of herself and darted away.

"That will be eleven fourteen," the teenage girl at the register chirped brightly.

Carol glanced down. Her wallet was gone. It must have fallen into that man's cart. Damn! She had to go back for it. "I dropped my wallet," she explained sheepishly. "Could you put these items aside? I'll be back in a minute. I don't want to hold up the line."

The girl smiled sweetly. "No problem."

Carol found the young man in the coffee and tea aisle. He beamed happily as he saw her approaching. "Miss me already?" he joked with pleasant humor.

"I think I dropped my wallet into your cart."

"Yes, Carol. You did."

She tilted her head and regarded him with a quizzical expression. "How do you know my name?"

"I took the liberty of glancing at your driver's license in case I had to deliver it to you later." He opened her billfold and inspected her license. "Carol Allen, age 47?" He looked at her thoughtfully. "I would have guessed twenty nine or thirty."

"Thank you."

He continued reading. "Height, 5 feet, 7 inches. Weight..." He glanced at her again. "This must be a misprint or else you have really been working out a lot lately."

Carol chuckled and rested her hand on her slender hip. "May I have my wallet back please?"

"On one condition... that you go out to dinner with me."

"What?"

"You know, dinner? Two people eating food together?"

"I know what it is, I just don't know why you want to go out with me."

"A beautiful woman like you should not spend her Saturday night all alone with a can of chicken noodle soup."

She returned a wry smile. "What did you have in mind?"

"I know of this lovely Italian restaurant over on Sallisaw Boulevard. Very intimate and quaint. I'm sure you'd love it."

Carol chuckled and shook her head. "Do you always pick up women you run into at the supermarket?"

"No. You are my very first. How am I doing, by the way?"

"Not too bad."

"Though technically speaking, you were the one who ran into me."

"This is true."

The man regarded her with a thoughtful expression. "I believe that everything happens to us for a reason. You and I were here at the same store at the same time. We bumped into each other. That could have been mere happenstance, but your having to come back for your wallet is no coincidence. We were meant to be together."

Carol laughed. "I'm old enough to be your mother, young man."

"I'm only talking about dinner, Carol." He handed her the wallet. "I'll be over to pick you up at seven thirty. If you decide against it, so be it. But I can assure you I can provide a more entertaining evening than canned soup and HDTV."

She accepted the billfold from the fellow and smiled coyly. "You don't even know where I live."

"I read your license, remember?"

"Oh yes." She gave him an enigmatic grin. "How do you know I'm not married?"

"Three reasons. First of all, there is no ring on your finger. Second, it appears you're only buying dinner for one."

"And third?"

"If I was your husband and beheld such a gorgeous and sexy woman as you in that sensuous getup, I'd be making love to you every minute of every day and not have you leave me to do the grocery shopping alone."

Carol smiled down at the wallet in her hands. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest and her legs felt weak. She couldn't believe she was actually considering the young man's offer, but then, it was only dinner. Not more than an hour ago she was fantasizing about having a man come into her life to treat her like a woman and fulfill her suppressed sensual desires. Perhaps this might just be the man she was looking for. Of course, he was much too young to pursue a long-term relationship with, but Carol had no doubt this stud could satisfy her sexual cravings for hours and hours and hours. "All right. Seven thirty it is."

"I'll be there."

Carol hesitated. What if this was some cruel joke? Maybe this was a college fraternity dare to pick up some lonely old lady in the grocery store and trick her into thinking she had a date that night. Or perhaps his fellow's motives were far more sinister. What if he was a psychopath who wanted to get into her house and kill her? Carol awkwardly cleared her throat and said, "Actually, I would prefer to meet you there."

He offered a wry grin. "All right then, meet me at Antonios' on Sallisaw by the movie theater. I'll be the one with the carnation in my lapel and the irresistible smile."

The woman smoothed her hand down her side. "I won't be wearing this." She caught herself and blushed slightly. "I mean, I'll put on something a bit more appropriate."

The boy gave her a sweet disarming smile that would melt an iceberg. "I'm sure whatever you wear will be simply lovely."

She softened slightly. "All right. It's a date." Carol turned and strolled away, her heart beating loudly in her chest. She actually made a date with a fellow! A handsome young stud at that! She suddenly paused and turned to see him grinning at her. Apparently he was checking out her tight ass in the short skirt. "I don't even know your name," she said.

"Nick," he chuckled. "Nick Collins."

"Nick Collins," she smiled. "See you tonight, then."

Carol was downright giddy with excitement as she stood in her white bathrobe sorting through her closet for the proper dress to wear. It had been far too long since she had been on a date and she didn't want to blow it.

What was it that Nick saw in her anyway? Was it the lure of romancing an older woman that turned him on? She was more than 20 years his senior. Surely the boy could find girls his own age to take out on a Saturday night.

Maybe all he wanted was to have sex with her? Like that was a bad thing. What she wouldn't give for a roll in the sack with a young handsome stud. And now here was such a man, made to order. If Nick wanted a wild fuck after buying her dinner, she would not be the one to stop him. Hell, this was an old woman's erotic fantasy come true!

She selected a cute pink dress that offered lots of cleavage and plenty of leg. She could tell Nick liked her figure by the way the man was blatantly ogling her body. Flashing a bit of skin was just the thing to guarantee her getting laid that night. Carol's heart pounded in her chest and her loins tingled with the thought of taking the young stud to bed with her. She wondered if he was a good lover. Undoubtedly. Nick had that air about him that said lady's man. She bet he had a cock the size of a bull moose and could ride her all friggin' night long.

Carol shed her robe and slipped into a pair of pink silk panties. Calm down girl, she warned herself. Maybe Nick was simply being a nice fellow and his invitation was purely innocent. Perhaps all he wanted was some pleasant company for the evening. That would be nice too, but sex would make it so much better.

She decided to forego wearing a brassiere. She noticed the way the man blatantly stared at her big boobs. The lad was practically drooling on himself at the sight of her pointed nipples in the sheer satin outfit. Well, she would certainly give him something to drool over that night.

Carol slipped into the short clingy dress. It was a light pink sleeveless number with a diagonal hem from the right thigh to the left calf and a low ruffled collar that offered plenty of cleavage. Carol could clearly see the outline of her nipples through the sheer fabric. She'd show that young stud that these old broads still know how to get it on. If Nick's intentions were purely innocent after all, this outfit might be just the thing to tip the scales toward those activities of the more sensual and physical nature.

CHAPTER 2

Carol took a cab to the restaurant wondering why she was even going there in the first place. This could all just be a big prank on her, a cruel joke on the old lady in the grocery store. That handsome stud is probably sitting at home laughing with his drinking buddies about how he picked up the woman in the coffee aisle and asked her out. She probably fell for it and was going to the restaurant after all. What a laugh! No matter. If this was a prank on her, she would stay for dinner anyway and have a nice meal all by herself. Since she was dressed up and already there, why not enjoy a good meal? As Nick pointed out, it sure beat a can of noodle soup and HDTV.

She paused as she spotted her date standing with his hands in his trouser pockets by the Maitre d's stand. The man looked even more gorgeous in his steel gray suit and light blue necktie. Carol actually blushed that Nick would take the effort to get all dressed up just for her. God, she was so glad she accepted his invitation after all. Having a handsome young man get all gussied up to have dinner with her certainly was a welcome change to an otherwise dull and quiet Saturday night.

Nick glanced her way and broke into a wide bright smile. Her legs felt weak. The man was genuinely happy to see her! This was definitely not some vicious joke at her expense.

Carol walked over to him and smiled. "You're actually here."

The man took both of her hands in his and kissed her cheek. "Of course I'm here." He leaned back and regarded the woman with a curious expression. "Did you honestly think I would stand you up?"

"The thought had occurred to me."

"Never." His eyes panned up and down her body. "My God, you look absolutely breathtaking!"

"Thank you," she blushed. "You look pretty terrific yourself."

Nick offered her his elbow. "Shall we?"

"Yes!" she smiled brightly. "I believe we shall!"

Carol beamed with joy and pride as the Maitre d' led them to their table. She didn't think she was an old woman accompanied by a young boy. She was a lovely woman on a date with a handsome man. Nick Collins made her feel like a teenager again, being wooed by a cute stud. Perhaps if the lad played his cards right he may end up in bed with her before the night was through.

Nick held Carol's chair for her to sit. "Thank you, kind sir."

He sat across from her and smiled brightly as the Maitre d' bowed cordially and left them alone. Carol caught her companion's eye as she glanced at the wine menu. "What are you grinning about, young man?"

"I can't believe my good luck in having you join me tonight."

Carol chuckled and set her menu aside. "I suppose a man can get lucky now and then." She crossed her forearms on the table and grinned at him. "A lady can get lucky too."

"Are you?"

"I happen to think so. A gorgeous young man asked me out to dinner. That sort of thing doesn't happen all too often."

"Do you consider yourself lucky because of that?"

"I consider myself lucky because I get to stare across the table at a handsome fellow rather than spend the evening with chicken soup and reruns."

Nick offered an adorable grin and the woman felt herself melt. "I guess this means I should obey my instincts more often."

"Perhaps you should." She gave him a playful wink. "Maybe you would get lucky more often if you did."

The man smiled warmly at her. "I'm with you now. To me, that is about as lucky as a man can hope to get."

Carol felt herself blush as she picked up her menu. She smiled coyly and murmured quietly, "A man can get a whole lot luckier if he plays his cards right."

Their waiter arrived and introduced himself as Jeffery. Carol allowed Nick to order the wine for them and the waiter disappeared. They smiled at each other in silence for a long while, savoring the pleasure of each other's company. Carol realized the young man was staring at her face and not her chest. She found it oddly curious. Usually younger men have a fascination with large breasts. She giggled and said, "You're staring at me."

"Does it bother you?"

"No. I hope it doesn't bother you that I stare at you too."

"I don't mind."

"My staring is more out of wonder. Like, what is it that makes a handsome young man ask an older lady out on a date?"

Nick regarded her soberly. "Perhaps by the end of the evening, you'll be able to answer that question for yourself."

"Perhaps." She leaned back as the waiter returned with their wine. Carol smiled to herself as she debated how long Nick expected their evening together would last. Would she come to discover this man's interest in her before dinner was over, or back at his place in the boudoir? The thought of having sex with this handsome stud made her aroused and Carol felt her nipples getting hard. Maybe if Nick noticed her tits he might get the clue and invite her for a quick tryst back as his place. She certainly would not turn down an offer like that.

Carol tilted her head and eyed her companion curiously. "So what is it you do, Mister Collins? Besides picking up older women in the grocery store, that is."

Nick chuckled under his breath and said, "I'm an actor when I'm not cruising the corner market for a date."

"An actor? How interesting. Have you done anything I may have seen?"

The man gave her an enigmatic grin. "I seriously doubt it. Mine are not what you might call blockbuster hits."

"Perhaps someday."

"What about you? I imagine you are an aerobics instructor."

Carol laughed. "Not quite. I'm a hairstylist."

"You could have fooled me. I was obviously misled by your incredible figure and those snug leotards."

The woman smiled knowingly. "Is that why you asked me out? Because you think I look hot?"

"Would you be offended if I said yes?"

"Well... no..." she hesitated. "It's just that I find it a bit surprising that a nice young man as you would be attracted to a lady nearly twice his age."