Divorce is never easy, even when you know it's inevitable. We gave our marriage until the kids had all left the house. Of course I fought for the house since I was the one who made it a home. That was my job. Kids and home. My husband was the breadwinner and, boy, was he good at that, so I got a pretty hefty alimony so as to not disrupt my lifestyle. The problem is what do I do with all my time and money now that the kids are gone?

I take a sip of my coffee and scan the cafe. I see only single parties--an Asian twenty-something reading on her tablet, a balding mid-life crisis-er typing on his laptop, a handful of punky teens tapping their smart phones, all mutually ignoring one another. I'm the only person in here not staring at a screen. Doesn't anyone just people watch anymore? I take another sip of coffee and feel someone watching me. Tucked back in the corner is a man, I'm guessing the same age as my oldest son, mid-twenties. He gives me an impish smile reminiscent of Dexter Morgan. Chills run down my spine. I look behind me to check if there's a pretty young girl that he could be looking at. Nope, no one is behind me. Turning my head forward, I see him still watching me. He gives me a little finger wave, his lips curl up into a grin. My stomach flips. It's been way too long since I've felt a man's touch. All my friends say I need to get back on the horse, that I'm still young and deserve a nice guy.

Our eyes are locked and I'm wondering why this guy is so interested in me, a fifty-six year old. It's been way too long since I've played the childish staring contest game, though I know I could win with all the practice I had with my kids when they were young. I avert my eyes and check my watch. I don't really care what time it is. When I look up he's standing across the table from me.

"Can I sit?" he asks.

"Um, yeah, sure," I almost choke.

He takes a seat and says, "I've seen you in here before."

"Oh really?" I've never seen this man before in my life. "You don't look familiar to me."

"I usually sit back in the corner, working."

"Oh, what do you do for work?" I ask, not trying to pry but just to make pleasantries.

"I'm a writer."

"Oh really, anything I might have read?"

"Probably not," he says. "I'm a freelancer, just submit articles to magazines. Some of them get published, some not."

"Well, that's got to be interesting work," I say.

He shrugs, "Eh, I get by. What do you do?" he asks.

"You're pretty much looking at it," I say with a sigh. I'm not interesting at all. Soon my new friend will bore and return to his corner.

"Are you retired?" he asks. "You look too young for that."

I laugh, "Well thank you. I guess you can say I'm retired. I was a housewife, stay-at-home mom. Now the kids are all grown and out of the house, so it's just me."

"No husband or partner?"

"Divorced," I say dryly.

"I'm sorry to hear that...well, not really. I think you're very attractive and would like to take you out for dinner if you're open to that."

I chuckle and say, "I'm twice your age!"

"Age is just a number," he says seriously.

Could I do this? I ask myself. The girls would never believe it. He is very handsome, broad shoulders and short wavy brown hair. He's cute in a statuesque way. With deep-set dark eyes, he looks like a no nonsense kind of guy.

"So what do you say," he reaches out and grabs my hand. It's warm and comforting and I feel a tingle between my legs that I haven't felt in a very long time. I feel warmth spreading through my cheeks.

"I don't think I could date you. I mean for god's sake you're the same age as my son."

"Well, then, how bout we just fuck," he whispers with a grin.

The tingle has returned and now I'm interested--turned on, in fact.

"I suppose we could do that," I whisper back, mostly kidding. I don't want to tell him it's been years since I've been with a man. But it's gotta be like riding a bicycle. right?

"How about now," he looks deep into my eyes and I can tell he's serious.

"Here?" I ask, looking around the room.

"Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes," he says standing.

Oh my god, my head is screaming. Get out of here now! I can't have sex in a public bathroom. Or can I? I've never done anything this dangerous and the thought of doing it has my panties a little wet. I stare at my watch contemplating this decision like it's a choose your own adventure. Let's say I do this, he's a stranger. I don't know where he's been. He could be married. Does he do this all the time? On the other hand, when's the last time I've had any excitement in my life? Maybe it's time to step out of my comfort zone and get back in the game. The second hand is ticking faster than I'd like it to. If I wait too long he might think I'm not coming and exit the bathroom. I've got to decide now.

Fuck it.

I grab my purse and walk to the bathroom, unnoticed by anyone. I open the door just enough to slide in, then lock the door. He walks toward me and puts his hand on my cheek before bending down and pressing his lips to mine. They're warm and moist and I want them on other parts of my body. As he kisses me I imagine him kissing my neck, down to my breasts, across my stomach, all the way to between my legs. He reaches down and grabs my ass. I can't help but moan. Oh, how I've missed the touch of a man. He's pulling my skirt up and gently pulls my panties out of the way. "Can I put my fingers inside you, he asks.

"Oh please do," I beg.

He parts my skin and slides his fingers in. His hands are large and his fingers long; they slide in and out with ease due to my natural lube. "Oh god," I moan throwing my head back.

"You're so wet," he whispers. "Are you ready for my dick?"

I've never had anyone talk to me like this before, sex with my ex was always so vanilla, but this is hot. I feel like a slut and the thought of having this secret turns me on even more.

He pulls me toward the sink and backs me up against it before unzipping his pants and letting them fall to his ankles. I reach forward and grab his dick. It's girthy and hard.

"You know how sexy you are?" he asks.

"I'm ready to be fucked," I say softly.

He yanks my panties down and puts his fingers back in. "You're so fucking wet," he says before licking my juice off his fingers. "And you taste soooo good."

He inches closer and I can feel his dick poking my stomach. He's too tall to do this standing.

"Come here," I grab his wrist and lead him to the toilet. I close the lid then push him down onto it. I run my fingers through his thick hair as I straddle him and slide my body all the way down around him. He fills me up so well I can't help but let out a loud moan.

"Shh," he cups his hand over my mouth. I can smell myself on him and I want to leave my scent everywhere. I slam my body down again and again, making sure he's reaching the deepest part of me.

"Jesus fuck, you're good," he says, gritting his teeth. "I like a girl who likes it rough."

"Shut up," I demand, grabbing two fistfuls of his hair.

"I'm not going to last much longer," he says breathily.

Neither am I. I clench my pussy around his dick and can feel an orgasm coming on. "Tell me when you're going to cum," I command.

"Now," he grunts. His body tightens up and I keep riding him till the pleasure is too much. "Ahh," I scream. He slaps his hand over my mouth to muffle my cries of ecstasy. My body is convulsing and I feel his warmth shoot into my body. When we both return back to Earth, we are left panting, staring into each other's eyes.

Not knowing what to say, he's the first to speak, "That was fucking amazing."

"It's been so long since I've had something feel that good. So, thank you," I say smiling at him.

"My pleasure," he says. "Can I get your number?"

I stroke his cheek thinking about where this could possibly go. It was fun because it was dangerous. What would it be like behind closed doors? "That's very sweet of you," I say as I pull my body off of him, "but I think this is going to be a one-time thing."

As I'm cleaning myself off, he kisses me on the forehead then quietly exits the bathroom.

What did I just do? I'm in shock and awe with myself. It was exhilarating and now I have a dirty little secret. I feel more alive than I ever have. I'm a slut and I kinda like it.

Perhaps I've found my new hobby.