I scrambled down the stairs to enter the subway system. It was raining hard and I was half soaked. There were numerous others in the same predicament. The sudden fall shower had caught most unprepared. The weather forecast was for a chilly, but clear, and sunny day.
I took off my trench coat and shook it accidentally sending rain drops on a handsome mature lady. She shrieked catching my attention. Realizing what I had done, I began to apologize profusely. She stopped shrieking and began laughing.
I was quite taken by the lady who appeared to be in her late forties or early fifties. She was immaculately dressed and groomed. She reminded me very much of my ex-mother-in-law. My name is Gerald Welker, a 28-year-old recent divorcee.
I introduced myself, as I continued to apologize. She responded, "I understand it was an accident, and no harm done, young man. By the way, my name is Monica."
I had lusted after my ex-mother-in-law, but never scored her pussy. I swear Monica was having the same affect on me. My cock was rock hard.
My ex-wife Diedre had a mother that would make the Pope's tongue hard. She was drop dead gorgeous and sexy. I wanted to fuck her desperately and often pretended I was fucking her while pounding Diedre.
Regaining my composure, I said, "The least I can do is buy you some coffee or tea to make up for getting you wet on this chilly day"
Much to my surprise, Monica accepted my offer and suggested the restaurant near the Port Authority on 8th Avenue. Since we were only one stop from 40th Street and 8th Avenue, we took the train. When we exited the subway, the rain had stopped and the sun was shining. Go figure.
I escorted Monica into the restaurant and ordered two coffees with a large piece of cherry cheesecake. We shared the cheesecake.
Talking to Monica was very easy. I told her I was a recently divorced, and she explained she was a widow. I responded, by saying, "You look much too young to be a widow"
"You flatter me young man," she said.
I was almost squirming in my seat, my cock was so hard. Damn, I wanted to fuck this gorgeous creature. Somehow, I sensed she was aware of my predicament. She had a wry smile on her face, as my hard cock began to hurt.
You can imagine how shocked I was when she asked, "You want to fuck me, don't you?" My sense was proven true.
For me, it was as Yogi Berra had once said, its Déjà vu all over again.
