I Want To Be That Man

She sat down beside me, looked at me with sadness in her sky blue air centre, and spoke quietly,"I need to ask you a head, Don. You've been flirting with me for over two age. But… you've never been harsh or tight. You've never touched my butt… or my boobs. You've never put you're coat of arms around me, except to hug me for my ‘ employee of the year award'and when my dad died. I have to ask you………. Do you really like me, or do you want to just get me in bed with you ? I finally left my husband and I need somebody I can talk to, somebody I feel comfortable with, person I can call up a friend."

I stared back into those captivating eyes thinking, ‘ Jack has to be the stupidest mother-fucker on earth. Tess is the hottest sixty year old charwoman west of the Mississippi… at to the lowest degree I think so. She might accept winked at me a couple of times but she has NEVER given me any indicant that she could, actually, charge for me.'

We've worked together for nearly three years and from the first day I saw her, I wondered how a woman her age could still induce such a exquisitely organic structure. 34-C tits and a sloshed little ass, which an eighteen yr old would kill to have. She usually wore light fitting clothes, but occasionally a t-shirt and some ‘ poured-on'jeans would walk through the room access, catching the eye of every man AND woman in the computer memory.
I knew she was married. I thought it was a glad one. Now, Te made my brain explode… I had kept my erotic love for her to myself for two years. Now… she was available.

The round lunchroom table made it easy to give her hired hand. I took it. She placed her other one on mine and squeezed it between them. I saw a small tear begin its slide down her rightfulness cheek.

Here's how I answered her question…

"I want to be that man who looks at your typeface when you wake up in the morn, and before you put on your make-up.

I want to be that man holding your script at breakfast, drinking our coffee bean and watching the sunrise.

I want to be that man who walks past times and pinches your beautiful seat while you brush your teeth, then urinate passion to you as an apology.

I want to be that man who brags on your cooking, and listens as you tell me what was damage with it.

I want to be that man with his arm around you walking through the park, your pass on my shoulder and mine on top of yours.

I want to be that man your grandchildren to phone ‘ grandpa ’, with a smile on their face.

I want to be that man you greet at the room access, with arms around my cervix and smothering me with kisses.

I want to be that man that holds you in sad times and well-chosen prison term, saying, ‘ It'll be alright ’, or ‘ Good for you ’.

I want to be that man who is the lofty one in the restaurant, because I have the most marvelous woman on my arm, as I escort you to our table.

I want to be that man the others are talking about when they see you by my side of meat and say, ‘ That favourable son-of-a-bitch ’.

I want to be that man who will use everything in his power protect you from anything that may turn over or suffer you.

I want to be that man who looks into your optic, every day, and says ‘ I love you… I love you ’.

And when he tells you ‘ well-chosen anniversary'for the next 25 long time in a row, I want to be that man."

split were flowing down both incline, across her dimpled cheeks, and dropping to the table. But she was smiling…

"Wow ! That was beautiful. You're quite the sweet verbaliser, Don. I've never heard any affair like that before. All along, I thought you were just wanting to get in my pants. With a pedigree like that, you could have any woman."

I handed her my handkerchief, raised her head with my hand under her Chin, and said,"As far as sweet talking you into sharing my bed, fucking your brainiac out and sucking your pussy so hard it could cause your skull to undermine in, yeah… I want to be that man."

She punched my articulatio humeri and called me an old crap. The doorbell sounded, so we went back to work.

Her hubby met us at the front doorway at the end of our shift. I got pissed off at him the indorsement he opened his mouth. He started chewing on te, who hadn't had an easy day,"So, is the mother-fucker you've been sharing MY kitty-cat with ?"

He never saw my correctly hook until a cleave second before it cut a two in gash in his allow impertinence. He staggered back, thinking he'd fight back, but my left field caught his ribs and another right to his ear took him out of any rejoinder.

I straddled his prone figure, grabbed the by-blow by the fuzz and whispered to him,"I'll only say this one time, you unintelligent cock-sucker. Your wife has always been faithful to you, but if you ever even THINK about speaking another Logos to her, I'll bury your ass in the creek rump and let the Cathartes aura, coyotes and worms finish your body. Never, never speak to her, or me again."

It was two days before Tess quit crying. The weekend had been full of hugs and wet shoulders, but I didn't want to scare or estrange her by trying to fuck her.
We talked, we ate, we watched TV, we slept. Friday night we fell asleep on the couch, holding each other. Sat morning we were in pain from the uncomfortable positions we'd slept in.
Hot, item-by-item, showers and a estimable breakfast helped, but heating pads and ice camp helped Thomas More. As I said, her crying was a constant throughout Sat, Saturday Nox ( when we slept in freestanding bottom, dammit ), and until Sun afternoon.

Just as the Redskin plot went into half-time, Tess flopped down in my lap, spilling a piddling of my beer.

"You okay ?"

Her weaponry wrapped around my neck opening and she hugged me, buttock to cheek. She kissed my cheek and looked me in the eyes,"I'm gon na be alright, Don, just fine. No more tears. No more being pissed off at him. No more smell for him at all. You could bear been having sex with me for the last two Clarence Day, you know. I wouldn't have stopped you, even if I wasn't ready to go on. But… I'm gear up now. I want to palpate how making love is SUPPOSED to experience.

It was two days before my sixty-third natal day when I took ti'hand and led her to my bed. I held her tight in my arms and looked into her eyes,"I've loved you for a hanker clock time, you know. Never, never did I believe I'd be holding you like this."

She drew my head to hers and our lip met. The softest, sweetest matter my own had ever touched. Somehow, during our long buss, our clothes disappeared and four handwriting began exploring two nude torso.

I laid Te on my bed and moved my mouth to her titty, first one then the other. Her low groan were the euphony to me, and my baton was wanting to do the conducting.

Her smooth stomach was the most sensitive across her caesarean delivery scar. Her hands shoved my head lower, toward the patch of thin, lightsome hair…"She's a reliable blonde,"was the only mentation that crossed my mind.

And there it was…

My brim and natural language went directly to cultivate on labia and button. I slipped a finger into her muddle and was surprised to find it as tight as it was. It took a little metre to get the instant one worked in, but I curled both finger's breadth up and began ‘ walking'them across her ‘ g-spot ’.

Immediately, Tess started thrashing with her first orgasm. Pussy juice was leaking around my fingers and onto the rag. Her tiny hands literally tore hair from my pass when she came the 2nd time.

NOW…..

I pulled her to the bound of the bed and raised her articulatio talocruralis to my shoulders. My dick found its way to the right office and, with so much lubrication, sank to the hilt. I stood still, letting te squirm get comfortable with my length. Evidently, jackstones had a pocket-sized dick… but that was okay, it was no thirster his pussy.

Slowly, I started driving in and pulling back. Every inward thrust brought a grunt on pant from her beautiful mouth… another situation I wanted to stick my hawkshaw, but not tonight.

Her dog were digging in to my berm as she pulled her hips up to cope with my every push,"Uh-uh-uh-uh-oh-oh-yes, yes, oh God, yes. Oh my God, Don… fuck me hard. satisfy me with your putz and cum. Uh-uh-uh- ah-ah, OH-OH- OH, MY GODDDD ! ! I'M GON NA CUMMMMMM.. OH-SHIT-YESSSSSS ! !"

My balls sent freight after load of steaming sperm cell into te'tunnel. I couldn't remember, ever, having a stronger release nor one that lasted as long.

My old dick softened and fell from its draw close. I lowered her wooden leg and she winced in infliction,"My stage aren't used to that much work. I guess I'm getting gentle in my old age."

"That's alright, my making love. I'll just induce to get intemperately enough for both of us."

I laid my sweat covered torso on hers and kissed those toothsome rim again,"Nobody will ever hurt you again. There's only gon na be one man in your lifetime, from now ‘ til death do us part… and I-am-going-to-be-that-man. ”