As soon as I saw her, I wanted to eat her. Why is that, why you ask? I can't explain it. I think it was her sly knowing half grin. Well, it was more than that-it was her skin, like tawny silk, her half lidded dark eyes and her deep cleavage. Her low slung hip huggers suggested careful grooming which I imagined to be closely trimmed bush or altogether shaven. A Brazilian maybe, but I'm fantasizing here.
The problem was, she's also the boss's wife. Well she was anyway. Until their nasty divorce that ended nine months ago. We suffered with him daily during the almost four years that it took. She wanted all she could get and didn't mind dragging it out. In the end, she didn't get as much as she expected and she got massive legal bills, but it's over and she has three quarters of a mil.
She has their one daughter living with her in a small place she just bought ten miles north of here. I mention that because I never have a reason to be there, in that town, yet I wanted to see her, to accidently run into her somewhere, at the supermarket or the gas station. How would I explain my sudden appearance in that town? For the life of me, I didn't know- but I wanted to do it, I wanted to figure a way to do just that.
I heard that she had a boyfriend, a lawyer-I wasn't surprised; she's an exotic beauty with the hips and breasts of a centerfold not to mention pouty lips and that sultry steamy smile.
Yesterday, my day off, it happened. I had an appointment at the podiatrist, one I never used before in the town of Northport. It wasn't my idea to be there in that town, I was referred by my chiropractor.
After my visit I wandered next door to Panera, the bread and soup restaurant. I was on line, reading the menu, deciding on minestrone or chicken noodle when she stepped up behind me.
"Jay?"
I turned around and saw her. "NIla, wow, how are you?" My heart gave a thump as I leaned in to give a cheek kiss. Her hair and face smelled delicious.
"I'm fine, what brings you up here? She said.
"Oh, uhhh I had a visit with Dr. Miller next door. I need an orthotic." My eyes searched her face, her smile. I tried not to stare at her body.
" Ahh...come, sit with me when you get your order."
"Ok." I said, then, "I'll have the minestrone." to the waiting girl.
In a few minutes I had my soup and bread and searched her out in the dining area. She chose a table away from the crowd near the back. As I approached she leaned down to her handbag to put away her wallet. Her breasts swayed forward, her deep cleavage evidence of her heavy breasts.
"So, you live up here now?"
"Yeah, I bought an apartment near here. How are things at work?" She asked as she broke off a piece of bread and dipped in the soup.
"Oh, you know the same. Are you working?"
"Just my drawings I'm trying to get some commissioned work." I remembered then that she was a hopeful artist.
We talked some more about small things as we ate. Her scent was making my brain swimmy with dirty thoughts. I suggested that she should have a show of her work at the upcoming artists fair.
I stayed away from talk of her ex as It wouldn't serve a purpose.
"You should come look at what I have." She said. I stared, not understanding...and thinking about seeing her cunt.
"My finished work, you should see it." She continued with a little smile. I wondered if she heard my thoughts.
"Oh yes, I'd like to but I'm sure you have things to do."
"No, I was going to stop at the dry cleaner two doors down, then I was going home. Why don't you follow me?"
"Great." I said as I swept my garbage into the bin. "I'll wait in my car; it's the red one there." I pointed as we stepped out onto the street.