When my wife Jeannie passed away two years ago, I was devastated. Never mind that she was a beautiful woman-mind, body and soul, and just thirty-eight years old. We were happily raising two strapping, wonderful boys, aged seven and nine. I did the only thing I could do: I put their needs first. I've been mother and father, friend and advisor, doctor and teacher to them. I made sure that my boys adjusted as well as possible to their loss, and I think they've come out fine. Thanks to all our love and efforts, and the help of grandparents, friends and a caring community, we've all made it through; sadder, of course, but grateful that our family has survived in one piece. That's why it came as such a shock to me when I recently found some old feelings coming to the surface again, at a cub scout meeting, of all places.
The first time I saw Annette she brought a lump to my throat. She's about five foot-six with auburn hair, piercing blue eyes and the kind of lips that just beg to be kissed. Her breasts, although not large, were perfectly shaped and looked to be really firm, the kind that stand up even without the aid of a bra. The other mothers at the meeting paled by comparison.
As luck would have it, our groups were assigned to work together on scout project. I'm no homewrecker, so I kept some distance from her at first.
Standing next to each other, though, Annette and got to talking. I found out that she's divorced, the mother of one son. She's originally from Oklahoma, but has been living in the New York area for a few years and likes it here. Her soft Oklahoma accent made her even more attractive in my eyes, like a lovely western flower. We hit it off nicely, and when the meeting ended both wound up going our separate ways.
Fortunately, there was a Cub Scout picnic about a month later that we both attended. It was then that I saw Annette's legs, and let me tell you, I was drooling. She was wearing a tank top, short, rather tight denim cut-offs and high-heeled sandals. I must confess I'm a leg man from way back.
A nice set of legs just makes my mouth water, and Annette’s legs were the kind I like best. Not skinny, but solid, with large, muscular calves that flexed every time she got on her tiptoes to see over the heads of the boys. They're the kind of legs I used to just love to stick my face between, but hadn't in so very long.
As I walked up from behind, I think she caught me staring, though I'm not sure. Annette turned to greet me with an enthusiastic hug and a kiss on the cheek. We sat and talked for a while as the scouts played. Finally, I told her that I had been out of the dating loop for so many years that I forgot how to ask, but I wanted to know if she'd be interested in taking in dinner and a movie with me.
At first she looked down, somewhat shyly, and I was sort of embarrassed that I had asked. But then to my surprise Annette looked up with a big Oklahoma smile and said she'd love to go out. I felt like I was back in college again!
The evening of our date, I showered, shaved and put on my favorite cologne. Although I'm forty-one, I've kept myself in very good shape with diligent weight lifting and aerobic sessions with the stair stepper and punching bag. At five-foot ten, I'm a muscular, solid one hundred eighty-five pounds. Also, sex has always been very important to me. Watching porn tapes and reading erotic literature have helped maintain my strong sex drive. After dropping the kids off at my folks for the evening, I was excited to pick Annette up and start our big night out.
