You wouldn't think getting your annual eye exam could shake your life up, but it did, boy did it.
First, a little about me. I'm 45 and been married almost 20 years. I take good care of myself, staying in good shape for a man my age by doing triathlons. I love running and cycling, and am adequate at swimming. I shave my body smooth like so many triathletes, for the advantage it gives, but admit I also enjoy the smooth feeling, even though my wife hates it. She also hates how I sunbathe in a bikini. Other than that, we get along fine, but sex has been getting less frequent the last few years.
I always look forward to my eye exam because of Rachael, who is always at the reception desk. She's a young beauty with huge boobs, and she always shows a lot of cleavage. We always flirt, which is harmless, because we are both married, but those boobs!
I walk in, but instead of Rachael, there is a young man sitting there. He looks up and says "you must be Steve. You're early."
'Yes, I'm Steve. Where is Rachael?"
"Her husband got transferred out of state last month and they moved. I'm Thomas, her replacement. You look disappointed. Am I that hard to look at?"
I explained how I loved flirting with her and admiring her huge boobs.
Thomas replied "you will have to settle with flirting with me."
"That just wouldn't be the same."
"Steve, I can guarantee it won't be the same, but just might be more rewarding."
I couldn't believe what I heard. Was he was flirting with me? Or just messing around? Before I could think of a response, the assistant called for me to come back to put drops in to dilate my eyes. Before I could walk back, Thomas said "wait, come here, I want to get a good look at your eyes before they dilate."
I looked him in the eyes and realized that he had some of the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen. I stared at his eyes, apparently too long. "OK, Steve, that's enough, for now, go on back."
As I went back, my thoughts were confused. Was he flirting with me? Was I getting lost in those incredible blue eyes that belonged to a man? The Doctor put the drops in and suggested I go pick out a new set of frames while we wait for my eyes to dilate.
I started looking over the walls of new frames when Thomas appeared at my side. As he had been sitting earlier, I didn't realize how tall he was. He was a few inches taller than my 6 feet, and had a fit, muscular body, slim, but thicker than my swimmers build. I had picked up a frame and Thomas took it out of my hand and said "that one is not for you. It makes you look gay. Let's find something that fits you better." He picked out a pair of Oakleys and said "let's sit at the table and see how they fit."
We sat at the fitting table facing each other. He scooted in and both his knees moved in between my legs, rubbing the insides of my knees. I instinctively moved back, remembering all the times I had done the same thing to Raechel, with no success.