My mind is screaming to tell someone what recently happened to me. I'm married and simply can't afford to tell anyone I know so here I am to tell you. Promise not to tell my wife?
About 10 years ago I was a Manager on a project with several sub-contractors. One particular sub-contractor had a female project manager whose name isn't important and a female Operations Manager named Michael. Ya, I know sounds like a guy, but he was a she.
The PM was a dyed in the wool not one to deny it butch lesbian and rumor had it Michael was her partner. The exact nature of their relationship was a discreet topic of conversation amongst the employees and management alike. People had seen them together a number of times in places unlikely for a simply friendship, late suppers, movies, trips to Las Vegas, etc.
There are women in the world you run across from time to time oozing the right pheromones and have the looks which not only appeal to you but has you lusting after them. For me, Michael was one of these women. From the day I met her and during every interaction with her, I was attracted to her.
Michael is petite, and petite on the petite side. She is 45, 4 ft 11 in, 100 lbs, black hair which is almost a boy cut, a really nice figure, small breasts, sparkling blue eyes, and a seriousness which made a lot of people dislike her. She and I got along famously and talked quite a bit. Over time I learned she had three children only 1 of which was still at home, was divorced, and it was gossip that she had turned a new sexual leaf over after her divorce 10 years ago... blah blah blah. You don't really care.
Anyway... to catch up. The contract ended and I moved to a different contract with the same company. Unfortunately, and I was really surprised, when Michael wound up not being on the new contract and was out of a job. I would later learn this was a disaster for her.
The last time I saw Michael was the day the contract ended I said good-bye to everyone and out the door I went. I later learned she hadn't been able to find a job and was in really dire straits. I felt for her but didn't give it much thought. Over the next four years I wondered from time to time what had become of her... I found out a few weeks ago.
I was shopping at a local big box store and lo and behold who is my cashier than Michael. We recognized each other immediately, gave each other a big hug, and talked briefly while checking out.
I asked her when her break was. She replied it was on the half hour which was only 5 minutes so I told her I'd wait so we could chat and catch up.
Her break came and we sat talking at a picnic table the store had out front. The loss of her very well paying job had been really hard on her. She'd just barely survived by taking the cashiers job. We talked like old friends and it was clear, at least to me, that there was a mutual fondness.
It came to the end of her break and I said, "We should get together sometime for lunch or something." She agreed, we exchanged phone numbers, and I walked to my truck with half a hard on. She was the same old Michael, like female catnip to me.
Over the next few weeks we had lunch three times and what happened on two of them was simple yacking, laughing, friendship kind of stuff. The third lunch ended in an entirely different manner.
Her relationships had never come up before but there was a quiet moment and I asked, "so, hows your love life? Gotta a nice guy to keep you smiling?"
She glanced at me but didn't immediately reply. She got this quizzical puppy look and said, "I thought you knew."
"Ah, there it is", I thought but said as innocently as possible, "Knew what?"
"I don't do guys anymore" she said quietly but matter of factly.
I let my eyes pop open a bit and said, "ohhhh... you have three kids so I thought... sorry, never mind. Well, thank God I'm not just any guy" and winked.
"Oh God, don't be sorry" she laughed and said, "I know I'm not."
I took the opportunity and said musing, "Ya, they make pretty realistic toys now, soft, warm, ribbed. But, so... Women just do it better huh? wink, wink, nudge, nudge... say no more" I offered and winked repeatedly at her.
Michael got this innocent look on her face and said, "What 'IT' are you referring to."
"Ah come on.. you know carpet munching, tongue taco tag, nub nibbling"
She almost spit her soda out and laughed. A few tables over a guy looked at us... I shot him a huge toothy smile.
I leaned in put on a really serious face and whispered, "Or was it penises?" I started nodding, "Ya, it was the penis wasn't it? Too big? Too small? Too long? Not long enough? Unfulfilling?"
She was laughing hysterically and kicked me under the table, "stop it, stop it"
"HEY!" I said, I leaned back to look at my crotch, then leaned close to her and said, "Watch it my little lesbian, there's a penis under there and although you may not be partial to them, I'm rather, shall we say, attached to mine."
She sat giggling, there was a quiet moment, then I mused again, "well to bad you didn't meet me you'd never have gone girl. I would have set your thighs quivering and toes curling in such pleasure girls would be the last thing you think of. And I'm not talking cock young lady, or girl, or butch... But alas, you'll never get to know the pleasure of Senior Wiggles." I said and playfully wiggled my tongue at her.
Michael leaned back and said, "really... you're that impressed with your talent are you?"
I smiled, "Not only talented, I'm supremely modest about how great I am at it." She shook her head at the contradiction and kicked me again.
I took a drink and let it all sink in. Michael sat back sucking on her Dr. Pepper looking at me. I sat with a cheeky smile waiting for her to say something.
"Ok, time to get back to work" she said. I picked up the trays and dumped them. Walking back to the table I saw her writing on the receipt and giggling to herself. I drove her back to the store. Just as she got out of the car she handed me a slip of paper, patted my leg and said, "see ya later, maybe."
The door closed and I looked at the piece of paper. It was the receipt from the diner. The note read, "Do or dare, tonight, 6 pm" and included an address.
"HOLY SHIT" I said out loud. I got that nervousness bordering on fear which one gets when suddenly actually facing a situation they have fantasized about, almost shaking.
I watched her walk back in to the store, she never looked back. Her ass brought me back to reality and I though, "I might have my tongue in that tonight."
On the drive home I resolved to go, I came up with some place to go because that night just happened to be my wife's riding sessions at the park. Those took hours and never really interested me anyway.
So, I showered and got cleaned up, hopped in the car and off I went.
