Practicing law in Chicago, I have been exposed to many eligible bachelors, dated most of them, slept with many. My name is Megan. I am forty years old and an unmarried mother of a handsome blonde haired, blue-eyed son. My journey to parenthood began a fairly typical path hoping for the right man, marriage, then evolved into a search for a sperm donor, but ended with a lifelong love and the perfect father.
My divorced mother and one of her sisters lived in the same subdivision of a mid-sized Midwest town. My mother and father divorced shortly after my birth. I'm the youngest of three, having two older brothers. Aunt Nancy has been, as far as I know, happily married with four sons, two older and two younger than I. My Uncle David was comically misidentified by another cousin as "Uncle John" when we were young, so it stuck. We have called him Uncle John since I can remember, "UJ" for short.
Growing up with two brothers and four male cousins nearby, I have always been surrounded by handsome boys, now men, all being my age within a few years. I attended all of their weddings, standing up in some of them, falling down drunk at some stage in the festivities of all of them. Each wedding found me with a different "plus 1", each of them described as "the one" to squeeze my escort within the limited guest lists that were compiled by my mother and aunt but controlled by the family of the various brides.
In the case of my cousins, I could always convince my aunt that I had found the perfect guy. My cousins would always roll their respective eyes and as it turned out, they had good reason to be skeptical as each romance was short-lived and I found myself promoting another guy for the next wedding. Of the six weddings, I had no "repeat" men sharing the occasions with me, but each of them had a very good time.
With each of my brothers and neighboring cousins happily married and beginning families, I began to yearn for a family of my own. Countless times, I kindled relationships and some of them lasted for extended periods of time. As I got older, so did my new beau, and as the subject of marriage and especially children entered the conversation, interest waned and I found myself looking for the next Mr. Right. Eventually, I left husband hunting behind, but never the thought of having a child.
Before judgment is passed on me as an unattractive and unappealing prospect, I offer this description. I am 5'10" tall and weigh 130 lbs. My long brown hair tops a slender physique with long legs and small but perky breasts. I'm an avid skier and frequent the gym. I'm stylish and can be a head-turner. I've been told I am fun and I've shown a lot of guys (and a few women) a good time. I have never been without a weekend or travel companion, but as I look back on my social life I may have waited a bit too long to get serious about life and love.
As I have shared, my brothers and cousins are all good looking hunks. They are tall and handsome, smart professionals. They have good genes, and genes became important to me as I moved into sperm donor search mode. To whom you might pose the "would you father my child?" question is the challenge that faced me as my child bearing years began to dwindle. My brothers and my cousins were not viable options.
"Megan, this is your Uncle John," the voice on the call I received at the office greeted me.
"Hi, UJ!" I answered, happy to hear his voice and surprised to hear him on the line, "What's up?"
"There's a formal dinner in your town and I'll be hosting some big wigs at the company table. Your aunt has a conflict and I want to know if you'll be my date?"
"When is it? I'd love to go and it gives me an excuse to buy something new to wear."
"It's next month on the 9th, at the Ritz. I'll be driving up that afternoon. I can pick you up if you like. I'll be staying over and have a suite there. It's a tuxedo thing and there will be some old grey hairs at our table. They'll be jealous that I have a knockout like you on my arm."
"Oh, Uncle John," I replied feigning embarrassment but flattered by his compliment.
"It's a date! I will call you when I get into town. Happy shopping," my UJ declared before saying good-bye and hanging up.
I loved Uncle John. With my parents split before I was old enough to know what was going on around me, UJ was a father figure to me. He coached my brothers and cousins in all of their sports. We vacationed together. I rarely saw my dad, and UJ was a big part of my life. He attended my dance recitals and volleyball matches. He attended my college graduation. If I were to get married, I would have asked him to walk me down the aisle. I was excited about being on his arm for a formal dinner. Now, I need to find the right dress.
I discovered that the dinner we were to attend included the governors from both our states. People traveled for miles to attend and in years past it had been one big party. I also found that my UJ's company was being honored and one of its most successful projects had been initiated and managed by my uncle.
The day of the dinner finally arrived. I had found a dress within a week of my uncle's invitation. It was a long dress that tied around the neck. The back was bare to the waist and I had to wear it without a bra. My tits are small so I was okay with being braless but I would need to be careful to not allow too much slack in the straps otherwise I might allow a direct view of my pink nipples that can protrude a good half inch when aroused or cold. The material was very silky and slinky. Since the dress was long and followed the shape of my ass, I opted to leave my panties at home. My hair fell to my shoulders and I let my natural curls be my hairstyle for the evening. Large hoops in my ears and a single strand of pearls accentuated the slight cleavage the dress and my breasts displayed.
"Hey, gorgeous, I am in town. Can we meet at the hotel bar at 5:00? Why don't you Uber into the hotel. I have a suite. If you and your old uncle party too much, you can crash here," the familiar voice laughed before I had a chance to say "hello".
"Sounds like a plan. I'll see you at 5:00!" my excited voice declared as my nerves began to tingle for the first time in anticipation of the evening.
I walked into the warm and friendly hotel bar promptly at 5:00. I knew the place well and hoped the bartender would not treat me as a regular although he had seen me there late at night and in the wee hours not always with the same companion nor gender.
"Wow", we both exclaimed in unison as we found each other near the bar. My exclamation because my uncle, who was in his mid-fifties, looked every bit as handsome as vintage Sean Connery James Bond in a classic black tuxedo fitted to his frame. Uncle John had allowed some growth of his facial hair which matched his neatly trimmed and slightly sparse hair that adorned his head. The steel blue bow tie and cummerbund served to illuminate UJ's brilliant blue eyes. He was dashing.
My uncle's "wow", I hoped, was inspired by my revealing dress that hugged me in all the right places.
And, speaking of hugs, our greeting lingered as we embraced and I felt my UJ's warm hand on my bare back as my hard nipples (was it excitement or the cool air in the bar?) seemed to pierce the fabric of the formal jacket buttoned neatly at his sternum. An exchange of kisses on our cheeks ended our greeting and he took my hand to lead me to a remote booth where his drink was waiting. The bartender was not far behind and I hoped that he was admiring my panty-less ass.
