What I did during my summer vacation. Sounds like a school project but actually it is a wonderful memory of an erotic liaison.
I took my daughter and her best friend for a tour of Ontario. At first they were not too thrilled about spending a month in “there’s nothing there” land. When I let them help plan the itinerary they quickly became engrossed. Niagara Falls, Welland, Toronto, African Lion Safari, Lake Simcoe, James Bay, Hudson Bay, Windsor. It was an ambitious schedule but we were well prepared and planned simple enough to alter things as we went.
As things turned out, teenage girls will be teenage girls. We saw a shopping mall and after a little begging I agreed we could stop. Never come between a girl and shopping, it isn’t healthy. I told them to meet me at the food court at 6:00 p.m. That gave them five hours of mall exploring. That gave me five hours to relax away from the girls.
Me being me, I headed straight for the nearest bookstore, Borders to be exact. It was a warm summer day and the store was fairly empty. I had recently begun visiting a chat room and thought maybe I should read “The Idiot’s Guide to Chat” or something like that. In the computer book area, I found nothing similar to what I wanted. I headed to science and picked out a book on cosmology (my hobby).
Borders is equipped with a nice reading area so I plopped down in an overstuffed chair. There were two teenagers making out, but they quickly left when they saw me. Another person came over with an armload of books. As she set them down I couldn’t help but notice her grace, class and attractiveness. I also noticed she had “Chat for Dummies”. Just my luck I thought, somebody beat me to it and I was only going to read it, not buy it.
She gracefully sat down and I was immediately drawn to the swell of her breasts. They were not overly large, but they drew my gaze as a magnet draws steel. Speaking of steel, a bulge was forming in my pants. Get off it Mike, I told myself. I could plainly see her wedding ring, I was in the middle of another country, and my daughter and her friend were nearby. But the lady wore her summer outfit with the style of a model. And the cold air-conditioning caused her nipples to prominently be displayed.
Being somewhat shy, I was not about to say anything to her except she saw me peering at her chest.
“A little rude, aren’t you,” she said to me.
“I’m sorry,” I replied, saved by a quick glance at her purse. The name D_I_A_N_N_E was embroidered on the top of the canvas bag. “I just happened to notice you have two ‘n’s’ in your name. So does my daughter.”
“Oh,” she seemed to accept my explanation. “It is different but not that uncommon.”
“My daughter thinks it is. She is always upset that cups, mugs, bicycle license plates never come with that spelling.”
“I know what you mean. I never had anything personalized as I grew up. It is why I started having them put on whenever I get the chance.”
“Great idea,” I said. We talked about the name for a few moments and I introduced myself. After the pleasantries were exchanged (names, where we are from, what we are doing), she stared at me for a moment.
“You aren’t going to believe this,” she said. “Please, don’t think me odd but I am going to say something strange. I want to see your reaction.”
“Okay,” I replied.
“M’lady.”
My mouth must have stayed open for an entire minute. No way could this be one of my very favorite chat buddies. But there was no alternative. She stared back at me with basically the same expression.
“How did you know it was me?” I asked.
Dianne, giggled, “Your daughter’s name, your name, you told me you’d be traveling in Ontario, the cosmology book...”
“Okay, I get it, who else could it have been!” I was still suffering from shock, but now embarrassment was added to my emotions. Along with joy, lust, fear, and every other known feeling. I laughed, Dianne laughed with me.
We sat talking, catching up. Remember, I had been gone for a while. Soon a few people came to the area to sit and read. I moved over and sat with Dianne on the chair to continue our conversation.
